The Apple of her Ass

Chapters

Day 1
Day 2
Day 3
Day 4 ('Round Midnight)
Day 4 (Later)
Day 5
Day 7

Day 1

Applejack was barely conscious. The only things she was aware of were that she was lying in her bed and that she was horny. One of her hooves was already hard at work between her legs and she didn’t know when it had started, but she knew that she didn’t want it to stop.

With her mind halfway between awake and asleep, the part of her brain that would have usually given her a reason for not touching herself was out of order, leaving only in place a much simpler thought process. She unconsciously conjured up images of sexy stallions plowing her mercilessly. They didn’t even have names or faces, nothing but a body doing its work. Applejack moaned and shuddered as she came.

One of her eyes cracked open, saw that the sun had not risen yet, and then closed. One second later, Applejack was asleep again with a little smile on her lips.

When the sun came up, Applejack wasn’t feeling as fresh as she would have hoped after a good night sleep. She yawned and slowly forced her eyes open, soldiering through the discomfort of light assaulting her.

She was vaguely aware of waking up during the night and pleasuring herself. That wasn’t something she did on a regular basis, but it wasn’t really out of the usual either. She wondered if that was why she wasn’t as rested as she should have been...

Applejack dragged herself out of bed and walked to her window, taking a quick look outside. She smiled as she saw the apple trees that were starting to bloom, like thousands of bouquets arrayed under her window. ‘Maybe ah got a secret admirer.’ She chuckled softly at her little joke. Maybe a nice, tough stallion. One that could ride her like a real cowpony...

‘Wait. Where did that come from?’ She raised an eyebrow and shook her head. Early morning was the time to get ready for work, not to think about joy rides...

She tried to focus her mind solely on the family’s orchards. Late spring meant there wasn’t much work to do on the apple trees themselves. All there was to do was check up on the farm to make sure nothing was broken and tend the fields that were going to help keep the Apple family fed until the next harvest season came. Overall, not a very busy day in view. Hopefully, her lack of sleep wouldn’t be a problem, then.

Applejack scratched her rump in a way that Rarity would have declared ‘the epitome of unladylikeness’ or something fancy like that, but elegant or not, it worked well at easing the itch she was feeling. ‘I hope Winona didn’t get fleas again,’ she thought, scratching up and down her muscled behind.

Something felt wrong, so she craned her neck back to look at herself and realized her tail was completely matted and stuck to the fur of her rump and hind legs. With a groan and a few swipes of her hooves, she got most of it free.

She realized that her coat was really sticky and dirty... And only back there. She brought one of her hooves near her muzzle and got a whiff of a familiar scent. Frowning, she walked to the calendar hung on the wall. Ten seconds later, she realized that she had only been ogling the picture of Soarin and not checking the actual date. Applejack shook her head and looked down on the other page. She found the current day and went backwards counting three weeks. As expected, she saw a small pencil mark around that time: three weeks since the last time she had gone into heat, which meant it was time again.

That wasn’t anything unusual at all, of course. Starting in spring, every three weeks until autumn, she went into estrus. Applejack had a cycle so regular it could have been used as a calendar. Well... except in winter, of course, but for the rest of the year her body worked like clockwork, making her go into heat as many as nine or ten times a year, every year. Just like every other mare, she had long ago learned to live with that fact.

It did explain why her eyes had drifted back up to Soarin’s photo, too. Though why she was admiring it that much was a little less clear. It wasn’t a dirty calendar she had in her bedroom, just regular and clean Wonderbolt merchandise given to her by a certain rainbow-maned pegasus. Soarin was flying in a cool pose that couldn’t be considered sexual by any stretch of the mind.

That didn’t stop her from imagining the stallion out of that tight flight suit...

Applejack grunted and shook her head. Now that she knew what the problem was, a little self-control would be enough to keep her mind focused and then in a few days, she would be back to her usual self. After making a mark on the current day to keep track of it, she turned around.

She froze when she finally saw her bed. The sheets were as crumpled as if a dozen ponies had fought a wrestling match on it. And she spotted a few stains that had to do with another kind of wrestling.

“Hoo boy...” Applejack muttered under her breath. “How many times did I shine my apple tonight?” She brought her muzzle near the sheets and immediately shot her head back as she caught the pungent scent. That answered that question: the precise number was somewhere between ‘a whole lot’ and ‘way too much’. Biting the corner of the sheets that was the furthest from the disaster area, she undid her bed and dragged the linens with her to the bathroom.

A few moments later, the sheets were in the hamper and Applejack had managed to take a shower without touching herself. Much. Her mare bits did need a good scrubbing after all... but still, the cleaning didn’t drag on. She was on top of this.

Applejack smiled at the blonde mare smiling back in the mirror as she was tying her hair. ‘Eeyup. Gonna be a good day,’ she told herself, finally completing the look by flipping her old stetson on her head.

The farm-mare walked down the stairs to the kitchen and smiled. “Somethin’ smells mighty good in here,” she said, sniffing the air. “You makin’ pancakes?”

“Eeyup!” Big Mac answered, his mouth wrapped around the handle of a frying pan. With a deft twist of his broad neck, he sent a pancake flying in the air, landing back in the pan after a perfect flip.

Applejack quickly set the table for the whole family while her brother grew the pile of pancakes into a miniature and edible tower. A sleepy Apple Bloom walked down the stairs.

“Mornin’ y’all,” she said, the end of her greeting mumbled by a wide yawn.

The filly helped Applejack with the table and by the time Granny Smith had made her way down, her legs creaking as much as the old wooden steps, the Apple family was ready for breakfast and the four hungry ponies began their assault on pancake mountain.

Applejack enjoyed the simple but delicious cooking, until she gave a glance at Apple Bloom’s plate. After covering it with apple jam (the food, not her cousin), she started rolling it up. Applejack felt a little twitch in her nethers as she observed the resulting cylinder, shaped much like something she had dreamt about all night and slowly oozing its sticky jam from the tip. She gulped when Apple Bloom grabbed it daintily with both hooves, making it flop and drip a little more of its contents. When the young Apple bit on the other end, the pancake twitched and spurted a glob of jam.

Applejack couldn’t help but moan at the sight...

Three pairs of eyes fixed themselves on her.

Applejack felt her face burning up. She concentrated herself on her own meal, refusing to take her sights off of her own pancake and stuffing it down her throat as fast as she could without choking. The rest of the family didn’t press on, thankfully.

‘Calm down and breathe, AJ. Just think of something else.’ Following her own advice, Applejack slowed down, inhaled and exhaled a few times and tried to get her thoughts back to a more manageable subject.

“So, Apple Bloom,” she asked her little sister, “got any crusadin’ planned for today?”

“Nope!” she answered, sending crumbs all around the table. She took the time to actually swallow before continuing. “Sweetie Belle is going on a family visit with Rarity and her parents. And I think Scootaloo wants to hang out with Rainbow Dash today. So ah’m gonna help Big Mac fix up the barn.”

“Eeyup!” the red stallion added with a gentle smile. He ruffled Apple Bloom’s mane with a hoof.

“That’s good,” Applejack said with a smile of her own. “Guess I’ll run around the farm and check that everything’s in order.”

“Might be rabbits in the south fields,” Big Mac declared with one of his rare efforts at a (mostly) complete sentence.

“Those darn varmints again? Ah’ll go check that out, then.”

The rest of the breakfast went by quickly. The family scattered afterwards, Applejack and Granny Smith taking care of washing the dishes while Apple Bloom and Big Mac headed out to work.

Her task complete, Applejack left the family house and took a deep breath of the crisp air. With a smile on her face and a spring in her step, she trotted in the direction of the south fields. She slowed down when she heard the voices of her siblings coming from inside the barn.

“All right, Big Mac! You got wood?”

“Eeyup!”

Applejack froze, one of her hind legs stuck in the air as her brain decided right then to remind her of that one time she walked in her big brother’s room while he was... attending to himself... She shook her head hard enough to make herself dizzy. That wasn’t the kind of memory she needed to think about right then... Applejack forced herself to take a few deep breaths and told herself to associate ‘wood’ with ‘planks’ and nothing else.

“Now, can you give me a screw?” Apple Bloom asked innocently.

Applejack facehooved.

“Nope.”

“Oh? We’re out of screws? Guess we’ll have to nail it then.”

‘Are they doin’ this on purpose?’ Applejack wondered.

“Okay, big brother. Let’s get bangin’!”

Applejack whinnied and started at full gallop away from the barn before they had time to discuss about drilling holes, fitting pegs or some other construction-related euphemism for a chimney sweep.

‘Heh. Chimney sweepers have that big long thingy that almost looks like a...’ No! Applejack forced herself to focus on the orchard. ‘No thinkin’ of dongs! Just think of the trees. Big ol’ tree trunks… Thick and sturdy and– Dang it that’s not helpin’! Apples. Apple pie, apple sauce, apple juice, apple cobblers...’ She gritted her teeth and kept running around, hoping the exercise would calm her down a little while she filled her mind with images of desserts. She still wished she could get some other kind of exercise, though... One that ended with a cream-filled apple fritter.

Applejack stopped, out of breath after her mad sprint, feeling hot and sweaty. Especially under her tail. ‘Consarn it... There ain’t two ways around this; Ah need a good stuffin’.’ She grabbed her hat and used it to fan herself. ‘Calm down, AJ. You can make it through, you don’t need no stallion.’

She would have still liked one, but she knew that she didn’t need one. The urge would pass after a few days like it always did. It usually wasn’t that bad, but she couldn’t give in. While Applejack wasn’t a prude, the Apple family was a bit old-fashioned and Granny Smith in particular had made things quite clear: Applejack could have as much sex as she could fit in a day’s work, as long as it was with her husband and nopony else. Since she had yet to find a stallion that she fancied enough to marry, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and endure the repeated sex-free estrus.

Which might have been easier if she had still been a virgin... A few earlier slip-ups had taught her two things: first, Granny Smith could get quite mad if she got caught. Second: getting mounted by a stallion was awesome.

‘I should seriously find myself a husband...’ she thought wistfully. Applejack sat down and looked lazily upwards, calming herself with the peaceful sights of the blue sky, the yellow pegasus flying above, the white clouds and...

“Fluttershy?”

The yellow pony squeaked and almost fell from the air when Applejack called her. Thankfully, she managed to remain airborne and glided gently in front of the farmer.

“Oh, hello Applejack, I hope I didn’t startle you, flying over your orchards like that.”

“Don’t you worry, Fluttershy,” she answered with an honest smile. “It’s always a pleasure to see you around. Though, if you don’t mind my askin’, why are you here so early?”

“Oh, well I’m looking for a cock,” the shy pegasus answered.

“You too?” Applejack blurted out. “I mean, I’m not... Wait what?” The farmer stared at her friend for a while, her eyes growing wider by the second.

“I’m looking for a cock. Have you seen one around?”

“Well, uh...” Applejack blushed. “You might wanna try my brother, maybe... Not sure why you’re askin’ me.”

“Mine escaped last night... I think he ran through your farm. Oh, I hope he doesn’t make any trouble,” she said, pawing the ground a little.

‘Escaped? He?’

“I try to keep him locked in at all times, but for some reason, he always finds a way to run away...”

Applejack watched her with a confused expression. Was that little pegasus seriously detaining a stallion in her house? And she even called him a ‘cock’, too. Not a colt, or a guy or something. A cock... Just what kind of sick things did she do when nopony was looking?

“I don’t understand,” Fluttershy said thoughtfully. “I never have that much problem with the hens, why is that cock being so difficult?”

‘Hens?’ Applejack’s brain probably made a grinding noise as she reprocessed the previous discussion. “Wait a second... You’re lookin’ for a rooster?”

“Uhm, yes... A cock,” Fluttershy answered with a nod. “Did I not say that? I thought I did... Oh, I’m sorry if I didn’t.”

“No no, don’t worry. You said it,” Applejack said with a sigh. “Ah just misunderstood is all.”

Fluttershy tilted her head to the side. “Really? What did you think I was talking about?”

“Uuhhh...” Applejack grinned awkwardly. “Nothin’! It’s not important, nevermind that.”

“All I said was that I was looking for a...” Fluttershy stopped, her mouth flapping without making any noise. She gradually shifted from a clear yellow to a fiery orange, then to a nice, bright red.

Applejack joined her in the blushing department. “Er... Heh heh. Well, Ah ain’t seen no roosters around. Ah’ll let you know if Ah see him, okay?”

Fluttershy slowly, stiffly nodded, still redder than a ripe tomato and unable to make a sound.

“Alrighty then,” Applejack said with a forced grin. “Ah’ll just be on my way now. See you around, Fluttershy.”

“Goodbye,” she managed to whisper, as quiet as a summer breeze blowing through the orchard.

Applejack turned tail and headed away from the poor, frozen pegasus and the conversation that had gone beyond awkward. The farmer had enough to worry about with the mental images of her shy friend forcing herself on a gagged and tied-up stallion in her basement.

‘Ah have to do somethin’ about this,’ she told herself. ‘Can’t spend mah whole time thinkin’ about dongs. I’ll never get any work done otherwise...’ She stopped when she spotted her neighbor’s barn. Specifically the giant carrot ornament on top of its roof. She stared at it for a moment, the shrugged. ‘Well, that’d work.’

A few minutes later, Applejack was trotting along the fence separating Sweet Apple Acres and The Golden Fields. Golden Harvest was out, watering her carrot patches when Applejack called her.

“Hi there neighbor,” Golden said with a cheerful smile. “Anything I can do for you?”

“Well, that depends. Got any carrots?” Applejack asked with a chuckle.

“Ha! I may have a few, yes.” Golden Harvest giggled a little, too. “Follow me inside, I’ll get you something.”

Applejack took a few steps back, jumped over the fence easily and followed the mare inside her house.

“I think I have just the thing for you,” Golden said. She went into another room and quickly came back, holding in her mouth a big bundle of green stalks, attached to tiny orange roots.

“Baby carrots!” she declared, placing them on the table in front of Applejack. “I harvested them yesterday.”

“Baby carrots...” the horny and disappointed mare repeated, eyeing the bean-sized carrots. She looked at the carrot farmer, smiling proudly as she displayed the result of her work. Applejack gulped. “You wouldn’t happen to have some... adult carrots?”

Golden Harvest watched her curiously. “You don’t want them?”

“Uhh... Ah was just... more in the mood for some... grown-up stuff’, Applejack answered with a strained smile.

“Well,” Golden said, tapping her chin with a hoof. “I do have some regular carrots stashed in my cellar, but they’re from last autumn’s harvest, they’re gonna be all tough and woody. The baby carrots are sweet and tender...”

“It’s alright. Ah could go for tough and woody,” Applejack said, her smile getting wooden, too.

Golden Harvest blinked a few times.

“Could you just get me a few big, regular, non-baby... big carrots?” Applejack asked.

The yellow mare watched her with a puzzled expression for a while, then shrugged. “Big ones it is, then...”

Applejack sighed when she left the room. She always hated using false pretenses. Good thing Golden didn’t ask what she needed big carrots for, because outright lying to her would have been even more difficult. All in all, things went kinda smoothly. She snorted again when she saw the baby carrots still on the table. They certainly looked tasty, but she wasn’t really here for lunch...

Applejack took her hat off her head and fished for the few bits she kept stashed inside. Golden Harvest reappeared a minute later, carrying a few nice, long and thick roots that made Applejack grin a little. She quickly selected a few, based on their shape more than anything else, and left Golden Harvest’s farm in a hurry after paying and saying a quick goodbye.

The horny mare ran back into her family’s orchards, carrots in her mouth. She stopped by the stream that crossed Sweet Apple Acres, kneeled by the water and quickly washed the vegetables. No matter what end you stick it in, Applejack knew better than trusting grimy carrots that spent a whole winter in a cellar...

Once she was done, the mare snuck behind a tree, not far from the stream which provided a little background noise to cover her own, just in case somepony happened to pass nearby. Applejack looked left, right and up and, seeing nopony, sat down with her back leaned against an apple tree.

The rough bark always felt comfortable to her and the sweet scent of the earth was a pleasant fragrance. For Applejack, the great outdoors were the best place to be for a pony. Houses were just for sleeping and keeping stuff out of the rain. Ponies were meant to be outside, where they were free to roam, with lush grass to graze, where the wind could caress their fur... Definitely the best place to spend the day, for work, for food, for leisure and especially for sex.

Applejack grabbed one of the carrots in her pastern and watched it hungrily, but with no intention of eating it properly. Her other hoof slid down her belly, brushing against her udder softly. Meanwhile, she opened her mouth and pushed the tip of the carrot in her mouth, sucking and licking it eagerly.

She closed her eyes and imagined a beautiful stallion. That hunk Soarin the Wonderbolt, standing in front of her and shoving his dick in her mouth. She moaned as she slathered his cock in saliva while her hoof found one of her tits and started to tweak it gently.

Her eyes opened when she couldn’t wait any longer. She held the carrot, now wet and glistening in the morning sun and ready for work in her pussy. She grabbed the vegetable between both hooves and started rubbing the tip against her marehood.

Applejack closed her eyes again and pictured Twilight’s brother getting ready to penetrate her. Shining Armor was standing above her, his military-grade body rippling with muscles as he moved to get in position. He pushed himself in, making Applejack quiver and moan in pleasure. Without wasting any time, he went to thrusting in and out of her already drenched pussy, scratching that itch like no other pony could.

His horn lit up and he used his magic to fondle her tits, timing it with his thrusts. Applejack’s breathing sped up as she revelled in the pleasure of that thick cock spreading her in just the right way. Every thrust elicited a squeak out of her, a twitch of her muscled rump or her tail. She whinnied in ecstasy.

Applejack looked down at the carrot working in and out of her cunt, slightly amazed at the coating of juice she had gotten on it. Every time her pussy’s muscle pushed the root outside, her right hoof shoved it back in, her left hoof still rubbing all over her udder and tits. She slid down a little, almost lying on the ground with her head still against the tree. Applejack spotted another carrot and grabbed it with her left hoof.

In her mind, Soarin came back in position, his dick quickly swallowed in Applejack’s mouth while Shining Armor fucked her relentlessly. She worked her tongue all around the swollen tip then swallowed as much of his cock as he could for a while. He retreated a little and she went back to licking the tip. The two stallions double-teamed her faster and faster, making her grunt and moan around Soarin’s penis. She gave it her all, sucking hard on the pegasus cock while the unicorn was pounding her pussy.

Applejack pulled the carrot out of her mouth and rolled to her side. Without any second of hesitation, she shoved it next to the other, inside her vagina.

Shining Armor slid behind her, his cock still deep inside while Soarin lied in front and worked himself in her pussy. The two stallions fucked her from both sides, stretching her pussy with their two fat cocks squeezing against each other between her soft walls. They started with alternating motions, one pulling out when the other was pushing in. Applejack squealed, pleasure making her entire body twitch and shudder as the stimulation increased with every thrust. The stallions’ rhythm raised steadily until they were pounding her without mercy.

She moaned, kicked and bucked at their efforts. Then, the duo switched to simultaneous fucking, like a single, giant cock. Applejack’s pussy became tighter and more and more sensitive. In and out, out and in, they only went deeper and faster every time. She panted and moaned in rhythm, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. The stallions gave her all they had, thrusting deep and hard at a barely possible pace.

With one last shove, they pushed her above her limit. Applejack let out a throaty moan as she twitched on the ground like a worm, her pussy spasming around their swollen dicks, squeezing juices out of her that ran down their shafts. Applejack pictured the two glistening meaty rods deeply buried in her snatch, throbbing with every spurt as they unloaded their seed inside her at the same time, filling her until their combined juices overflowed and dripped out of her, all the way down to their balls. She rolled on her back and fondled everything she could reach, her tits, her outstretched pussy lips, her clitoris, riding her orgasm as long as possible...

Applejack relaxed and finally stopped moving except for her chest, which heaved up and down quickly as she tried to get her breathing back under control. She simply stayed on her back, the grass making a soft mattress under her, while the blue sky seemed to swallow her. A small smile crept on her lips as she enjoyed the soothing afterglow.

After a minute, the farmer rolled back on her hooves and squeezed the carrot that hadn’t fallen out of her on its own. Her ears twitched when she heard some rustling in the vegetation nearby. Panicking at the thought of somepony finding her in that state, she turned around as quick as a whip and froze when she saw a pair of fuzzy ears sticking out of the green grass.

Rabbits... The damn bunnies who liked to make their warrens all over her fields and dig up everything they planted. She considered running after them right then, but her legs were still a little wobbly. Applejack noticed how the varmints were watching the ground near her hooves. She followed their sight and saw the orange treats they were hoping for.

A devious smile appeared on her lips as she grabbed the two carrots that she had used and threw them near the bunnies. They hopped up and swarmed the vegetables, nibbling on them without restraint.

“Enjoy it, ya lil’ varmints. That’s the only kind of apple juice Ah’m gonna let y’all have.”

Author's Note

And that's the result of me trying to write some day I was bored (and horny). I've never tried writing clop before, so I apologize if it's no good. I'll apologize for nothing else, especially that title!

More to come!

Day 2

Applejack yawned as she woke up, the sunlight slowly pulling her out of a comfortable slumber. She smiled as her relaxed body became aware of the fluffy pillow under her head, the warm blankets covering her, the hard and smooth hoof rubbing her pussy, the soft, yet firm, mattress under her back...

Rewinding her mind for a second, she realized one of her limbs had been acting on its own. Now, if she was perfectly honest -as she always was- she had to admit that it wasn’t really doing anything on its own, but rather that she had trouble finding the will to stop it. Especially in her sleep. Forcing her hoof to obey, she stepped out of bed to assess the situation.

First, she was feeling rested. That meant that her strategy of clopping until she couldn’t help but sleep the previous evening had paid off. The rest of the family had been surprised to see her go to bed much earlier than usual, but in the end she got her sleep and that was the important thing.

Second, the bed linens weren’t a mess like the morning before. Applejack looked at the cute apple-patterned panties she had been wearing for the night. Those were in serious need of a washing, as the night’s dreams had been... intense. They would have to do. There was no way that she was gonna switch to adult diapers.

Third, the previous day’s sessions had calmed her down somewhat and she wasn’t thinking about rutting so much. ‘So far, so good,’ she thought as she headed for the bathroom.

The day started without difficulties: breakfast, watering the fields, checking that the fruit bats weren’t starting to nest outside of their designated part of the orchards, gathering apples from the cellar, loading them on the cart and getting ready for market, lunch... and off she was for Ponyville!

After a Pinkie Promise™ that she wouldn’t try to force apples on anypony, Apple Bloom had been allowed to accompany her big sister and help tend the Apple family’s stall at Ponyville’s market.

The two sisters put their apples on display and patiently waited for customers. The first few were served without any difficulty. At least, until a brown stallion approached the stand, instantly becoming Applejack’s focus and causing her to send Junebug away with twice her change.

The stallion’s deep blue eyes widened when he saw Apple Bloom’s carefree smile from behind the stand and Applejack admired these nice eyes for a moment, before taking a look at his spiky, unruly mane. ‘A wild fellow,’ she thought with a little smirk. Her eyes drifted down from his hair to his face, his neck and his shoulders, all the way down to his hindquarters. She got a good look of the hourglass cutie mark and what was behind.

Time Turner gulped, then steeled himself and walked to the stand, still giving Apple Bloom wary glances from time to time. Applejack’s goofy grin and half-lidded eyes didn’t seem to instill a lot of confidence in him either.

“Well, howdy pardner!” Applejack said softly. “See anythin’ you like?” She gave him a little wink, that unfortunately only made him take a short step away from her.

“I- Uhh... I’d like some apples.”

“Well, that’s what we sell,” she answered with a little chuckle. Applejack scooted a little closer to him. “We got all kinds of apple for ya. Ah’d be more than happy to make you a... satisfied customer,” she added with a low, breathy voice.

“I’ll just take a dozen of these,” he said, pointing to a bushel full of golden delicious (not her cousin) with a slightly shaking hoof.

“That’s it? Don’t you wanna taste some of the... finer products the Apple family has to offer?” she asked, licking her lips.

Time Turner swallowed loudly and creeped away from the horny mare. Applejack inched forward, following every of his steps and then some.

“Here you go!” Apple Bloom gladly chirped, holding a paper bag filled with apples.

“Thanks, and here’s for you,” he quickly said, hoofing a few bits on the counter.

Applejack slid them towards her little sister, staying close to the handsome stallion. “Are you sure that’s all you want, sir?” She twiddled the fur of his chest a little with a hoof. “Maybe you’d like a taste of apple juice to go with it? From my own production...” She waggled her eyebrows not so subtly.

“Gotta go!” he blurted out, turning around and taking off at a gallop. Applejack paused a little, sighing and licking her lips as she watched the muscles at work on his shapely rump.

She watched the few bits on the counter.

“You forgot your change!” she cried after him, but he was already too far away to hear her. “Shucks...”

“Hey, sis? Do you know that stallion?”

“Uh?” Applejack looked at her younger sister, who was watching back with a puzzled expression. “Well, no, not really. Ah think he works for the mayor. Why?”

“Well, you just looked real friendly with him is all.” The filly shrugged and got back in position, awaiting the next customers.

Applejack froze as she replayed the scene with a clearer mind. She blushed as she realized that she was just a step away from asking him to mount her here and there.

‘Keep cool, AJ.’ She took a deep, calming breath. ‘It’s not that hard. No flirtin’, that’s all.’

Things were simpler with Cherry Berry, who was served quickly and efficiently. Applejack was starting to think that she could make it through the day.

“Thunderlane!” Rainbow Dash’s scratchy voice came from up above. “There you are, you lazy ball of feathers!” Applejack lifted her eyes and saw a frowning, multicolored pegasus hovering in the air. Right below her was the black pegasus she was yelling at, with his wild mohawk of a mane.

“You’re calling me lazy? You spent the whole morning napping, Rainbow!”

“And I still got my work done in time,” she shot back without a beat. “You should have been done clearing the sky over this part of town. If you think you can get out of this, you’ve got something else coming, mister!”

“Don’t ruffle your feathers! I’ll get it done in ten seconds flat,” he finished, doing his best Rainbow impression, before heading down the street in the direction of Applejack’s stall.

“Hey! Get up here and do it!”

“Not now!”

“I’m your boss, damnit!”

“I said I’d do it, now get out of my mane!”

With an angry grunt, Rainbow zipped in the air. Thunderlane kept walking, a little smirk on his lips. That vanished quickly when he was doused by a sudden shower coming from a tiny cloud. A cloud that had sprouted a rainbow tail.

“Here,” Rainbow said from above. “I got the first cloud for you. Now get to work!”

Before he could retort, only a rainbow trail was left of his boss. Thunderlane grumbled and shook his head before walking to Applejack’s stall.

Strands of hair were falling on his face, framing his golden eyes with a beautiful contrast of clear blue on dark gray. Applejack shuddered when those magnificent orbs turned to her.

Thunderlane slapped a bit on the counter.

His fur was glistening from the water, each tiny droplet shining in the sun like a liquid diamond on his black coat. She followed one as it rolled off his head, down his neck and to his muscled chest where it seemed to stop for a minute, enjoying the location.

“Can I have an apple?” Thunderlane asked plainly.

“Yes!” Applejack’s mouth answered before her brain had time to kick in.

She whimpered when he fluttered his wings, getting some of the water out. Her eyes couldn’t leave the pegasus’ extra muscles on his back rolling with every movement, only made more obvious by the silky luster of his wet fur.

“Applejack?” Apple Bloom’s voice sounded distant. Applejack jumped a little when her sister prodded her with a hoof. “We got a customer,” she whispered, pointing Thunderlane with a nod.

Shaking her head, Applejack focused on the apple store and picked one for the pegasus.

“Thanks,” he simply said.

Applejack’s answer came in the way of: “Hamana hamana hamana.” It took all of her self control to not jump on the wet pony here and there and rut him in the middle of the marketplace.

Thunderlane turned around and walked away, giving Applejack’s eyes another sight to feast on. He shook water off his tail and Applejack got a glimpse of the pair of hefty balls, dangling between his legs.

She bit her lip, feeling her pussy clenching in need and her whole body on fire.

“Hey Applejack?” Apple Bloom shook her a little. “You feelin’ okay? You look weird.”

Panting a little, Applejack swallowed the drool that was starting to pool in her mouth. “Ah- Uh...” She faced her little sister. “Ah need to go the little filly’s room. You watch the stand.”

Apple Bloom beamed. “You can count on me, big sis!” she answered with a big grin.

“Yeah, sure,” Applejack said quickly, then turned around and started walking, her hind legs so stiff that she was almost dragging her hooves. Every step was a struggle, every strand of hair in her tail teasing her as it rubbed on her pussy lips. But she had to keep it tucked close, or anypony could have seen that it wasn’t winking so much as spasming like an epileptic squirrel on a sugar high.

Sweating, gritting her teeth and trying to keep her panting relatively discreet, Applejack made her way to the nearest cafe and headed straight for the bathroom, barely bothering to answer the waiter’s greeting. After a quick check under the stall doors to make sure that nopony else was in, she locked herself in one and wasted no time to rub her maddened pussy to orgasm.

In her current state, it only took about fifteen seconds before she was squirting her juices all over her hoof with a long shuddering sigh. That only took a little bit of the edge off, though, and rather than stop and try to get back to work at the stand, she got back to work on her sensitive vagina.

Rubbing herself with total abandon and with images of a wet Thunderlane in mind, she reached a second orgasm after only a few minutes. She kept going, thinking of these strong legs, those beautiful big wings flapping as he was mounting her. Those big balls would surely fill her up nicely...

Applejack let out a strangled moan as she came again and finally slumped on the toilet seat, breathing as heavily as if she had run a race while pulling a loaded apple cart.

“Uh... You okay in there?” came a feminine voice from outside her stall.

Applejack’s eyes widened. She forgot that she was in a public restroom, where public mares could come and go publicly...

“Horse apples! “ she cursed under her breath. “Uh... Yeah yeah, Ah’m fine don’t worry.”

“... Applejack? Is that you?”

Applejack froze at the familiar voice. She heard some rustling and, before she could react, saw a mare’s head sliding under the stall door. A pair of green eyes, very much like her own, looked up from a yellow-coated face and a long lock of her green mane drooped down, tied with a little red bow.

“Fritter,” Applejack said, smiling awkwardly. “Fancy meetin’ you... here.”

“Hi, cuz! It sounded like you were having... difficulties in there,” Apple Fritter said. Her eyes went down from Applejack’s face and widened when they stopped on her puffy and dripping wet pussy. “Sorry!” she squeaked, removing her head from under the door immediately. “Ah didn’t mean to– uh… interrupt.”

“I– It’s okay,” Applejack said, feeling her face burning up. “Ah was… uhm...”

“Finished?” Fritter said, her voice a little quieter than before. “Sounded like it anyway.”

“Fritter!” Applejack whisper-shouted. “Could we… y’know, not talk about…”

“About you hoofing yourself?” her cousin asked, the smugness dripping from every word. “ And in a public restroom! Tsk, tsk, Applejack! Ah didn’t expect that from you...”

Applejack only groaned in answer.

“And here Ah thought you were a delicate, pure flower,” Apple Fritter continued. She giggled. “Come on, AJ, I’m just kidding. I don’t care what you do behind closed doors. Even stall doors.”

“Could you stop talking about this? It’s embarrassing enough as it is...”

“Meh, not really. You’re just too uptight about sex,” Fritter said.

“No, you’re the one too open about it,” Applejack said, crossing her hooves on her chest and pouting.

“Aw come one, we basically grew up together. No need to act all prudish around me.”

The Apple family was spread all around Equestria, but indeed, Apple Fritter was one of the Ponyville Apples, having spent her whole life in the little town. As such, she had spent a lot of time helping at Sweet Apple Acres, especially when Applejack’s parents had passed away and the burden on the farm ended up on the shoulders of an aging Granny Smith and the still young Big Macintosh and Applejack.

Thus, Fritter felt more like a sister to Applejack than the second cousin she actually was. She was the only mare the same age as her in her family and the only pony with which she could talk about intimate problems. Her brother was... her brother. Apple Bloom was still a filly and Granny Smith was definitely not the pony Applejack wanted to talk with about mare stuff.

“My heat is makin’ me crazy,” Applejack muttered with a sigh. “Can’t help but think of stallions all the time.”

“Oh? Oh... Ah see.”

“Ah don’t get it... Ah’ve never had it this bad.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” Applejack answered, rubbing the back of her neck with a hoof. “Usually Ah get a few more dirty thoughts and Ah’m more flirty with the colts, but that’s it... This time? Dangit... Ah’m more horny than a herd of cows! Can’t see a stallion without thinking of him mounting me anymore. Ah don’t even have to see one sometimes...” She grunted in annoyance. “You ever get it that strong?”

Apple Fritter hummed for a moment from the other side of the wood separation. “Well... Maybe not that much, no. It’s hard to tell, Ah’m always frisky when Ah’m in heat.”

“You’re frisky all the time,” Applejack said flatly. “How do you make it through anyway?”

Fritter snorted. “Ain’t a hundred ways to go about it,” she said.

“What? You just grab any colt that gives you a smile and a look at your behind?” she asked with a disapproving frown.

“Well, no. I just grab Meadow.”

“Meadow? That guitar player fellow? Have you two have been–”

“Fucking like bunnies?” Apple Fritter asked bluntly, making her cousin wince. “We’ve been dating for a while now.”

“Ah know that. Ah just didn’t know he was ridin’ your rump.”

“Ah ride his, too. Fair’s fair.”

Applejack frowned a little. “And you don’t care that the two of you ain’t hitched?”

“Is that what it’s about?” her cousin asked.

“Granny Smith always-”

“Yes, yes. I know. No sexing before marriage.” Apple Fritter snorted. “But she is not my granny and grampa Strudel never taught me anything like that… You know, if you never get your apples bucked, Ah can understand why you’re all pent up now.”

“But... Ah...” Applejack slumped a little and sighed. “Ah guess you’re right, but Ah can’t just disregard what mah granny told me...”

“Well,” Fritter said quietly. “Ah’m not saying you should do a rodeo on the first colt you can catch... Me and Meadow Song have been steady for a while now and I don’t go running after other stallions. Its been what? Almost a year now?” Fritter hummed a little. “We met in Appleloosa when Ah went to help cousin Braeburn settle the orchards there. It started with some mild west dances... Quickly became much wilder,” she added with a giggle.

“Ah must have struck his fancy,” she continued, “‘cause he decided to follow me back here to Ponyville. We’ve been dating since then, so... Ah’m pretty sure one of these days we will get hitched anyway.”

“So, it’s been about a year or so?” Applejack asked, getting a nod from her cousin. “And every time you get into heat...”

Apple Fritter giggled a little. “That’s one of the things Ah like about him. He’s always willing and able. Always.” She chuckled. “Which is good, because Ah don’t like to be kept waiting when Ah need my itch scratched.”

“Huh.”

“Ooh! Like that one time... Remember when the two of us helped you and Macintosh raise your barn?”

“You mean at the family reunion?”

“No, the one before that, when we were invaded by a horde of Pinkies.”

Both mares shuddered a little at the memory of the bouncing pink army, chirping “fun!” without ever stopping.

“Yeah, Ah remember that,” Applejack said. “What about it?”

“Well, Ah was right smack in the middle of my heat that day. That’s why Ah dragged Meadow along in the first place. Ah had to keep him nearby.”

“That so?” Applejack tapped her chin. “Ah don’t remember you two sneaking away...”

“Well, it was after we finally got the barn in place. Ah wanted to get him on my back earlier, but... you know. Work comes first. Anyway, once the darn thing was up and you had started filling it with your supplies, we had dinner with y’all... And then Ah had my dessert,” Fritter said with a giggle. “That’s when we... inaugurated your new barn.

“Ah couldn’t wait any longer, so the minute Meadow and Ah were out of sight from you guys... Ah flashed him my pussy and winked at him.” She chuckled. “Ah never get tired of the look on his face every time Ah do that and he’s not expecting it. It’s like his eyes pop out of his head. Ah just walked to the barn, swishing my tail behind me and he followed like a puppy. A puppy with a big grin on his face and his dick poking out.”

Applejack gulped, picturing the scene quite nicely.

“So we went in, closed the door and Ah jumped on a stack of hay, waving my rump high in the air and my tail out of the way. His eyes turned all... hungry. Like a cat looking at a mouse, you know? Ah thought he was gonna mount me right then, but instead he just stuck his muzzle up my rump and took a good, long sniff of my pussy.”

Applejack leaned closer to the stall separation, not intending to miss a single detail of the story.

“Ah don’t know why stallions like that so much. It’s like we’re flowers to them...” Apple Fritter hummed in thought for a second. “Ah ain’t complainin’ anyway, ‘cause it got him just in place. He just stuck his tongue out and went to work. Hmmm. He licked me all over my pussy lips, then inside. He really stuffed his muzzle deep in there, getting his tongue as far inside my pussy as he could. That made me crazy, you know. That big tongue wiggling and squirming against my walls... He got me wetter than the Neighagra falls, moaning like a slut and sticking my rump back on his face to try and get him deeper.

“Then he stopped... Ah looked back, wondering why, and Ah saw that look on his face... He wanted me so hard at that point, like he’d have fought the country’s biggest dragon if it’d been in the way. So Ah just got myself in place, lying on my belly in the hay and with my pussy ready for him. It didn’t take long: he almost jumped on my back, aligned his dick and bam!

“You know,” Fritter told Applejack, “he’s a bit on the small side, down there, but damn! It feels awesome! He buried himself as deep as he could go, lying on my back and cuddling me, nuzzling my mane...” Apple Fritter let out a happy hum. “He’s so affectionate… Even when he’s rut-crazy, he’s always so gentle... He started thrusting in and out slowly, kissing the back of my neck all the while. It’s like he was caressing me with every part of his body: his hooves, his lips, his dick. That felt so good!”

Applejack gulped and allowed one of her hooves to find its way down to her pussy.

“It didn’t take long before Ah felt my pussy tightening on him. He must have felt it too ‘cause he picked up the pace a little, thrusting harder and harder until Ah came, shaking like a leaf under him. And he just held me, not moving while Ah was coming, just kissing my neck up and down until I recovered. Ah didn’t get much time to catch my breath, though. He went back to humping as soon as Ah had relaxed my grip on him.

“He kept it up for a few minutes, making me moan so loud Ah thought y’all would her me. A minute later, he was panting like a dog on my neck, too. He thrusted faster and harder, like he was losing control. Well, that’s what was actually happening, Ah suppose. He grunted every time he shoved his dick inside me... It’s so sexy when he’s close to coming like that, saying ‘Oh, Fritter! You’re so good!’ One last good push and he exploded inside me. Ah felt his dick throbbing and pulsing, sending his seed all the way up my pussy. That was just perfect...

Applejack rubbed herself faster, having made herself quite wet too.

“He just lied on my back, like he had no strength left in his legs and trying to catch his breath. But Ah didn’t want this to end just yet, so Ah rolled him off of me into the hay. Here’s a tip, AJ,” Apple Fritter said with a hushed tone. “If you want to keep your stallion going, catch him before he has time to go completely limp. Ah just turned him on his back and got to work on his cock. Ah sucked it, Ah stroked it with my hooves, Ah licked it like a candy cane and in under a minute, he was ready to go again.” Applejack could almost hear the victorious smile in her voice.

“Since he wasn’t willing to get on my back so soon, Ah just climbed on top of him and skewered myself on that cock and then got to humping. If you could have seen him, AJ… Ah made him groan with every bounce. He was loving it, I could tell just from his eyes. Ah told you he’s not very big and that’s where it becomes a bonus: when I get on top of him, Ah can go all the way.”

“All the way?” Applejack asked, feeling her pussy twitch.

“All the way, as in: Ah can get his whole dick inside me, from the tip to the base.”

“No...”

“Yes,” Fritter said huskily. “You can get a lot more than you think in your pussy, believe me. When Ah ride him like that, Ah’m taking him all the way to the base. And apparently, that feels really incredible for a stallion, to have his entire cock wrapped in a mare’s tight pussy. But since he had just come a minute ago, he couldn’t shoot his next load just yet. Ah knew that, so Ah went wild.

“Ah bounced on his cock like crazy, feeling it rubbing inside every single fold of my pussy. Ah came so close to my top that it became hard to breathe and move. So, he grabbed me by the flanks with his hooves and helped me up and down. Gah, that was awesome, slapping my rump on his groin! Ah could feel his balls bumping against my butt... Ah went to fondling my tits with a hoof while Ah was still fucking myself so hard on that rock-hard cock. One last push down and Ah came, with his dick all the way up my snatch. Ah was shaking so much that he had to hold me, otherwise Ah’d have just fell on the ground.

“But we weren’t done yet,” Apple Fritter said, getting a little more intense. “Meadow was still ready to go and Ah was too horny to stop. If my legs hadn’t been so wobbly, Ah’d have kept bouncing on his pole, but Ah could hardly move. So Ah grinded. Ah moved my hips left and right, with his dick nice and deep inside me. We kept that up for a while, until he decided to get back to work.

“He pulled me over to him, and Ah fell on his chest, still with his cock in me. He practically pried my mouth open with his tongue. His hooves fondled my cutie marks. And then he began thrusting himself in, making me moan in his mouth.

“Ah didn’t last much longer. My pussy was still ultra-sensitive and between his hooves, his tongue dancing against mine and his cock, Ah felt another orgasm coming. Dang, AJ, it was grand! My pussy clenched on his dick so hard it felt like he was twice as big, but this time he didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down. He kept thrusting hard and fast while I was screaming his name. Ah was just a twitching pile of flesh and he ravaged me.

“Ah think I almost passed out from the crazy orgasm Ah was getting, but I’m glad Ah didn’t, ‘cause Ah would have missed him coming, then. He shoved himself in deep and he roared. Seriously, like a lion. He shot his seed in my pussy, twitching and getting little thrusts each time. Ah came too and we just held each other, shaking and twitching in each other’s arms...”

Apple Fritter let out a contented sigh. “We must have stayed like that for at least ten minutes, just to get our breath back. We didn’t want to move anyway. And between the two of us, we turned my pussy into a real fountain. Ah could feel it leaking our juices–”

Applejack moaned loudly as she came, too.

“Um… AJ? Were you– Oh wow...”

“Ngh... Sorry,” Applejack said between pants. “Ah told you Ah can’t help myself.”

Apple Fritter cleared her throat, stalling a little. “No no,” she said slowly. “It’s my fault for getting caught up and telling you all the details. Ah should have known better. It’s just… Good memories. Ah don’t want to forget these.

“Ah can see why…” Applejack felt a warm smile on her lips. “Looks like you got yourself a keeper, uh?” she asked.

“You said it!” Apple Fritter answered cheerfully. “He’s exactly what Ah look for in a stallion. Not to mention all of his non sex-related qualities.”

The two mares chuckled a little together.

Applejack sighed. “Well, Ah gotta go back to the market. Apple Bloom must be wonderin’ what’s takin’ me so long. Ah don’t know how Ah’m gonna last the whole day without jumpin’ a stallion though.”

“You should really find yourself one to take back home...”

“Maybe some day, but Ah’m not really in a state where Ah can judge‘em properly right now.”

“You have a point...” Apple Fritter smiled as an idea struck her. “Hey, if you don’t want to stay in town with all the sexy stallions, why don’t you go back to the farm and I’ll take care of your stand for the day?”

“You would do that?”

“Sure. Besides, it’s been a while since I had a chance to chat with Bloom.”

“Well, Ah’d be grateful.” Applejack smiled at her cousin. “If Ah stay here Ah’ll end up grabbin’ a guy for a roll in the hay too.”

Apple Fritter giggled a little.

“A roll in the hay...” Applejack furrowed her brow. “Wait a minute… You said you went into the barn right after we were done buildin’ it?”

“Yeah,” Fritter answered. “So?”

“And we had put some hay in. And you two went to ruttin’ each other on that hay.”

“Yes?”

“And you spooged all over it,” she stated flatly.

“He he. Yeah, we really did.” Apple Fritter giggled a little. “Ah only told you the beginning of that night.”

Applejack stayed silent for a minute.

Fritter knocked on the stall separation. “AJ? You still there?”

“We ATE that hay!” Applejack shouted.

Fritter went silent, then chuckled awkwardly. “Heh heh... Oops?”

“Oh sweet Celestia... Ah can’t believe it.” She grabbed her head between her hooves, shaking it in disbelief. “Apple Bloom said it tasted funky…”

“She– Oh crap…”

“Ah just told her to quit fussin’ and eat it anyway,” Applejack said. Her eyes staring fixedly in front of her, she saw the scene again in her mind and shuddered as she remembered her little sister taking every bite. “That’s just nasty,” she said with a desperate moan.

“Oh wow,” Fritter muttered from her side of the separation. “Ah’m really sorry, I thought it was for the cows.”

“And that would have been better?” Applejack asked.

“Well... For you it would have…”

“Oh sweet Celestia!” Applejack gasped. “Ah think we served some of that to Twilight... Everypony got a taste of your pussy juice. Guh... Ah would make mahself vomit if it hadn’t been all digested a month ago!”

“Ah’m really, really sorry AJ. Ah swear I’ll never do anything else in your hay, ever again.”

“Well you’d better!”

“I Pinkie Promise™!”

Applejack slumped a little on her seat. “Okay, okay. You just go to the stand and tell Bloom Ah’m goin’ back to the farm.” She shook her head slowly. “Ah’ll never be able to enjoy hay again...”

Author's Note

There aren't enough fics with Apple Fritter. She's one of the cutest apples in Ponyville, show her some love! And Meadow Song, too.

So, maybe that was retroactive karma for what AJ did to these bunnies. Ha ha! Justice!

Day 3

Applejack was just finishing her inspection of the orchards’ northern section when a bell chimed in the distance. The ponyville tower was striking eleven o’clock and she had hardly made a dent in her daily chores...

Things might have gone faster if she hadn’t spent so much time grinding her rear end against the trees, of course, but, being at the peak of a heat that made all other heats look like “lukewarms”, Applejack was happy she could do anything at all. On that thought, she stopped rubbing her rump up and down against the tree standing behind her and tried to concentrate on the next chore to be done. The rough bark wasn’t even close to being comfortable, but the itch nibbling at the poor mare’s nethers had long driven her past the point where she still cared about this.

“Stupid hormones,” Applejack muttered to herself. “This can’t be over too soon. Ah’ve got more important things to do than diddle myself all day long…”

Only a few days were left to endure, fortunately. After that, Applejack could finally go back to work as normal, without having her train of thought constantly derailed by mental images of sexy stallions. Indeed, no more images of herself standing in front of powerful, virile studs, with her legs spread, her tail hanging as high as the Equestrian flag on Celestia’s birthday and her dripping pussy winking under their eyes. No more picturing those stallions inhaling her scent in long, deep breaths, as if her smell was a drug to them… Stallions whinnying and nickering, thumping their hooves on the ground as their excitement grew... and grew and grew and then grew some more, long and hard under their barrels. Then finally mounting her and–

Somewhere on the farm, Winona launched herself into a long series of barks, pulling Applejack out of her reverie. The farm mare blinked a few times, wiped the drool she realized was hanging from her mouth and shook her head, trying to clear her mind again.

Grumbling all the way, Applejack headed back towards the farm, but before she could reach it, she spotted her brother hard at work in the fields. Big Macintosh was pulling the family’s large plow at a quick pace, turning the heavy dirt over as easily as if it was nothing but pixie dust. As the big red stallion reached the end of the field, the next furrow had him face his sister on the way back, giving her a perfect view of his broad shoulders and thick legs. Applejack was supposed to fetch the seeds from the barn and start planting, but decided to stay and watch her brother plowing the field for a moment. Just one moment...

Each of Bid Macintosh’s steps made his huge muscles bulge and dance under his skin. His coat was glistening in the sun, covered in the sweat from his hard work. When a small breeze brought it to her nose, Applejack could even smell the thick scent of the stallion. A young, strong and perfectly built stallion… She licked her lips as she stared at him, watching his head bob up and down with every step and his short, blonde mane shaking along. The closer he got, the louder she could hear him panting in effort. Hypnotized by the sight, Applejack’s own breathing fell into the same rhythm, each lungful of air making her hotter and hotter despite the refreshing spring weather. Big Mac’s hooves thumped on the ground, mirrored by the heavy thuds Applejack’s heart was drumming in her ears.

He finally reached the edge of the field, took a deep breath and stopped for a moment. He wiped the sweat from his brow with a hoof, then gave his sister a little nod and his usual, easy-going smile.

“Hey, Mac,” Applejack said in her not-usual, husky voice. “Been workin’ hard?”

“Eeyup.”

She stepped closer, rubbing the tip of her muzzle against his muscular neck. “Thanks, big brother… For all your hard work, I mean.”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac answered, before nuzzling his sister in return.

Applejack hooked a leg around her brother’s shoulders. “Ah don’t know what we’d do without you,” she said, pressing herself against his chest.

Big Macintosh smiled and squeezed his sister a little.

“Hmmm…” Applejack hummed and lifted her other forehoof to rub it on his field-hardened muscles. “Ah’d sure be awful lonely without you…”

“Eeyup.”

Applejack buried her muzzle in his mane and moaned ever so slightly. “Especially with Pa gone,” she whispered. “It’s good to have a stallion at home.”

“Eey–” Big Mac froze in the middle of his one-word sentence, one of his eyebrows raising as fast as the red flags in his minde. “– huh?” The large stallion sniffed the air a few times and stiffened as he smelled a peculiar scent, one that he wouldn’t have minded at all, had it come from anypony that wasn’t his sister. Or his granny. Big Macintosh remained frozen as the real reason for her sister’s sudden snuggliness became awfully, horribly clear and his brain was desperately trying to figure out how to deal with the situation.

Meanwhile, Applejack rubbed herself against him, inhaling his strong, musky scent and moaning softly. She planted a few kisses along his neck…

Big Mac finally reacted when she gently nipped him. “Nope!” He shouted and pushed her at a leg’s length.

Applejack looked up, a little confused and saw Mac’s eyes, as wide as they could be, pupils shrunk to pinpricks and staring back at her.

“Whu–? Big Mac, what–?” She blinked a few times and gasped. “Did Ah… Did Ah just?”

“Eeyup.”

“Dang it!” she shouted while shaking her head and trying to silence the little voice telling her to rut with the stallion in front of her. She eventually smothered it with a healthy pile of disgust, although she still felt it somehow. “This is even worse than Ah thought…”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac added with a wise nod.

Applejack forced herself to take a few steps back, looking down more at Big Mac’s hooves than his face. “Ah’m sorry! Ah’m really, really sorry, big brother… Ah don’t know why, but this heat is making me crazy.”

“Eeyup…”

“Ah thought Ah’d be fine if Ah stayed on the farm, but this is getting out of hoof.”

“Eeyup.”

“Guh… Ah– Ah’ll just have to get out of here, then.”

“Eeyup?”

“If Ah go campin’ alone for a few days, can you take care of the farm on your own?”

“Eeyup,” Mac answered, nodding firmly a few times.

“Thanks, Big Mac,” Applejack said, getting closer and nuzzling his neck. After her brother pushed her away with a frown on his face, she shook her head again and gave him an embarrassed chuckle. “You’ll help me pack?”

“Eeyup!”

“We never speak about this again?”

“Nope.”

With both ponies working on it, it only took a few minutes to get Applejack ready to leave. The mare trotted away from the farm, wondering where to spend the next few days.

‘Ah need some place where nopony’ll find me,’ she thought.

Her eyes wandered around, falling upon the Everfree forest, beginning almost where her orchards ended.

‘Well, ponies hardly go in there,’ she told herself. ‘Maybe that’d work… Not sure Ah want to stay in that creepy forest for that long, though, what with all the beasties and all… Ah can take care of myself, but...’ Applejack imagined one of the many monstrosities of the forest finding her. A shudder ran along her spine as she pictured the creature, not trying to eat her, but instead getting aroused by her current state and trying to–

“Aaaaaaaah! Why Ah my even thinking ‘bout that?” she yelled out loud. With an embarrassed glance around to make sure that nopony had heard her little outburst, Applejack trotted away from the freaky forest.

‘Ah’ll just find some nice place in the hills to the south,’ she decided. ‘Far away from any town, Ah’ll be fine. Everythin’s going to be just fine…’

A few hours later, Applejack was standing on top of a small hill, covered in sparse grass and with a stream gently flowing at its foot. Only the soft caress of the wind and a few birds singing were there to keep her company and for the first time in days, the mare felt herself relax.

She let her pack fall to the ground and rolled on her back, feeling the few blades of grass tickle her gently. Her eyes lazily stared straight up, watching a few lost clouds wandering by. With the brook below whispering its gentle lullaby, Applejack even felt her eyelids drooping lower and lower, sleep slowly and quietly taking over her.

Her ears twitched at the sound of wings flapping, but Applejack simply dismissed it as a bird flying by. Birds... It sounded like there were several. A lot, in fact.

The mare half-opened one of her eyes to see what was going on, then opened both of them very wide when she spotted the squad of pegasi flying in her direction.

Jumping to her hooves, she observed them attentively. Several dozens of them, all wearing the armor of the royal guard. They were all stallions, too, as she could very easily see from the ground…

The sound of hooves striking the ground had her looking back down and she spotted a column of armored guards in the distance, earth ponies and unicorns, walking below their flying comrades.

‘What the HAY?’ she asked herself while her eyes were going wider than she thought was possible. ‘This place is supposed to be deserted. Why is there an army marching down here now?’

Before she really had any time to think about it, one of the pegasi was already swooping down towards her. She watched him land a few paces in front of her, then walk up and stand, straight and proud as his training had taught him to.

“Hello, ma’am,” he greeted her. “We weren’t expecting anyone to be around here. Do you live nearby?”

“Huh… No,” Applejack answered, looking the young-looking stallion deep in his blue eyes. “Ah’m from Ponyville.”

“Ponyville? That’s quite the trek from here…”

“Huh huh,” Applejack answered, letting her eyes drift downwards to his armored shoulders and playing at guessing what they looked like naked.

“Are you going to hang around here, then?” he asked. “Not that it’s a problem, we just need to know, so that we can watch out for you while we do our exercises.”

“Exercises, huh?” Applejack took a few tiny steps forward, creeping closer to the guard and biting her lower lip.

“Yes, that’s why we’re here… Training and field exercises.”

“There’s a lot of you...” Applejack took a glance at the dozens of ponies getting closer.

“You don’t have to worry,” the guard said with a kind smile, “there’s more than enough room around here. We’ll leave you alone.”

‘Alone?’ Applejack thought. ‘Why would Ah wanna be alone when there’s a hundred stallions, just for me?’ She shivered in excitement and swallowed the saliva already pooling in her mouth. ‘So many stallions. Big ones and small ones. Thin ones, fat ones, short ones and tall ones… Oh sweet Celestia, there are so many!’ Images invaded Applejack’s mind again. Images of her getting rutted over and over by a string of eager guards, a new one taking his buddy’s place as soon as he was finished. She could literally spend several days here, getting pounded with no end as the entire company took their turns at her.

“Ma’am?”

A hundred stallions and one mare… What a glorious way this would be to spend her heat, to finally give her needy pussy the stuffing it so craved. What if this was destiny that brought her here? Where she could have the most incredible sex of her life, having an entire, actual army passing on her back…

“Ma’am!”

“Huh– whu– What?” Applejack blinked a few times.

“Is everything alright, ma’am?” the guard asked her with a look of concern on his face. “You were just staring…”

Applejack and reality met again at last, as she realized the insanity of that last fantasy… And that it wouldn’t stay a fantasy if she stuck around.

“Fine! Ah’m fine,” she said, louder than she intended to.

“Oh… Okay,” the guard said. “If you need anything, I’m sure we–”

“Leavin’!”

“What?”

“Ah’m leavin’,” Applejack said with a strained smile. “Goin’. From here. Away. Now.”

“Huuuuuh…”

“Eeyup,” Applejack added with a deranged smile, then turned around and rushed away.

A few seconds later, she came back. “Forgot my stuff,” she said to the confused guard and quickly grabbed her camping gear. “Goin’ now. Bye!”

The pegasus only watched Applejack as she galloped away, the cloud of dust she was raising quickly hiding her from him.

“Damn it,” he muttered to himself. “What’s wrong with me? Second time this week...”

Applejack’s gallop had slowed down to a more manageable trot, but she had no intention of stopping yet. Even as the sun was getting closer to the horizon, she pushed forward, as far away from any civilization as she could go on hoof alone. Soon, the greenery faded, grass and trees became rarer, leaving only sparse bushes around her. With time, even these became less and less common, until only cacti and hardy, wiry plants were left.

Applejack finally stopped running and looked around her. Under the lowering sun, she saw dried dirt and rocks. The vegetation was rare and often yellowy and dry. The wind blew, carrying with it nothing but a tumbleweed and the smell of dust.

‘The desert?’ she asked herself. ‘Ah must’ve been running for a while… Well, at least Ah know Ah won’t run into anypony here.’

The mare took a few deep breaths and stretched her legs, sore from the long run, then grabbed the canteen in her pack and took a long swig. Now that she was no longer mindlessly fleeing ponykind, she observed her surroundings, trying to find a suitable place to set up camp.

‘Ah don’t have enough water to last more than a day,’ she thought. ‘Ah think there’s a river running through this desert, somewhere. Maybe Ah can squeeze the juice out of the cacti, too… But Ah should find a place to sleep first,’ she decided, seeing how low the sun was getting.

Applejack picked a direction at random, looking here and there for what might be a good camping site. In the barren desert, it was difficult to find any place that was not just a wide expanse of dirt and sand and Applejack was starting to think that she would just have to pick any old place. After almost an hour of fruitless search, she decided to simply stop where she was and call it a day.

Saving her few supplies for later, she picked some of the rare plants growing around and munched on them. The dinner was far from satisfying, but it made her realize something that put a bit of a smile on her face: being so busy taking care of food and shelter had kept her mind completely off the heat that had bothered her so much for a while.

Applejack sat on the ground and sighed. “That wasn’t easy, but it looks like Ah finally got some peace,” she said aloud in the wide, empty desert.

While she was chewing on another tough desert grass, something caught her eye in the distance. To the southeast, the horizon was getting dark much faster than the coming night should have made it. Applejack squinted her eyes, trying to discern what the large, shadowy mass was. For several minutes, she stayed there, watching it curiously. Her eyes wern’t enough to tell her what it was, but other clues came in the form of the wind, blowing stronger and stronger, and dust rising in the sky in small clouds, swirling in place before scattering away.

Her eyes widened as she finally recognized the dust storm heading towards her.

Applejack jumped to her hooves, observing the dark wall approaching her. How big was it? How fast was it going? She couldn’t answer these questions, but she was certain of one thing: being caught in the desert storm at night and without shelter was definitely not a good idea.

Turning around, she searched for anything that might protect her, a tree, a big rock, anything. Unfortunately, all there were nearby were flat, dried dirt and sand.

“Dang it,” she swore under her breath. “There’s gotta be some place…”

A rocky hill caught her eye, an advanced section of the mountains standing behind it and only a short ways ahead. It was in the direction of the storm itself, but its jagged silhouette and steep cliffs seemed to offer the best chances to find a nook she could hole herself in. Taking a deep breath to gather her courage, Applejack quickly threw her stuff on her back and ran forward.

She galloped for what seemed like hours, so focused was she on the storm that every single second dragged on, every step was a race between her and the out-of-control elements that were the reason ponies rarely ventured outside of their nation.

That race ended in a victory for the mare, but only by a short margin. Already, the wind was getting violent, grains of sand and dust were whipping against Applejack’s coat, scratching, clawing and digging into her fur, forcing their way into every fold, corner and crevice they could find. She was blinking it out of her eyes, spitting it out of her mouth, snorting it out of her nose, and the real mass of dust was still to come. Applejack kept running as fast as the dim light and rocky terrain would let her, trying to find a decent hiding place in the growing darkness.

She looked everywhere, finding only a few big rocks that would only provide a meager protection. The wall of dust in front of her was growing so much that it blocked almost all view and for a moment, Applejack thought she would have to stay in the open while the storm passed, until a glint of light caught her eye.

It disappeared as soon as she turned her head in its direction, but Applejack simply ran ahead.

The air was getting thicker and thicker, the front portion of the storm reaching her.

She ran even faster, trusting her instincts.

Darkness enveloped the mare, the dust blocking what little light the sun could still provide.

Breathing was getting difficult with all the sand in the air. Her legs were stiff and sore. Applejack slowed down for a moment.

The glint appeared again, clearer than the first time. Her eyes focused on it and Applejack forced her muscles into a last push.

The wind suddenly died, all the dust gone as if by magic. Applejack saw a wall -a regular, stone wall this time- in front of her and tried to stop. She skidded on her four hooves, seeing the rock getting closer and closer, every imperfection becoming perfectly clear. She closed her eyes and hoped she would stop in time.

*Thud*

Applejack groaned against the hard, very hard rock, happy to have found some sort of cave to hide in, but wishing its entrance had been angled differently.

“Nice entrance!” a deep voice said near her.

The mare unstuck herself from the wall and shook her head, trying to find the source of the voice. From deeper in the cave, she saw the silhouette of a pony. The light from the lantern behind it made it impossible to see him quite clearly, instead only a black, shadowy shape in Applejack’s eyes.

“Hum… Hello?” the mare said, blinking the dust in her eyes and still trying to catch her breath. “Didn’t expect to find somepony here.”

“Not somepony,” the voice answered. The silhouette moved back, standing near the lantern and allowing Applejack to get a good look at him. She saw an equine, with a clear gray coat of fur, almost white. On top of his head was a short, black mane, framed on each side by very long ears. His tail wasn’t fluffy like a pony’s, but covered in very short hair, with just a black tuft at the tip.

Applejack smiled. “Didn’t expect anydonkey either,” she said. “Sorry for bargin’ in like that.”

The donkey shrugged. “Got caught in the storm?”

“Eeyup. Ah was looking for some place to spend the night when Ah saw it coming.”

“Guess you’ve found it then,” the jack said with his slow, almost slurring voice, as if every word was an effort he was trying to save himself. “It won’t be comfy,” he continued, “but it’s better than being outside. I’ve got some food and drink stashed in there, too.” He nodded towards a stack of crates lying a little deeper in the cave. “Name’s Salud, by the way. Call me Sal.”

“Ah’m Applejack,” the mare answered. She straightened herself a bit, shook the sand out of her fur and offered the donkey a hoof which he shook once. “Did you get surprised by the storm too?” she asked while giving a glance at the few wooden crates stacked in a corner.

“Something like that,” Sal answered while heading for his stash. “I saw it coming, but I was too far from home to make it back.”

Applejack hummed, heading a little deeper in the cave. Her hoof struck on something cold and hard, making her look down to see a metal rail on the ground. With only the bleak light coming from the lantern, she had a hard time seeing much, but she was sure that there were tracks and a small cart, too.

“Are we in a mine?” she asked.

“Yep. Mine, all mine,” the donkey answered, his face still buried in the crate. “Used to be gold in these mountains, but I haven’t found any in a while...” Applejack heard metal and glass being rustled. “Ha, there it is!” Sal said, pulling out a bottle out.

He dragged one of the crates in a roomier part of the mine entrance, then placed the lantern, the bottle and a small glass on it. Applejack came to sit across him while he filled the glass and took it in his hoof. Sal was about to drink it when he caught her eyes staring at the liquid. Without a word, he placed his glass in front of her and went to find a second glass in the crate.

“Thanks,” Applejack said with a smile. “All this running got me parched.”

“Cheers,” the donkey simply said. He lifted his glass, waiting for Applejack to do the same, then downed it in one swig. The mare followed suit, swallowing the whole thing in a single gulp. Only when she felt her mouth burning as if she had swallowed raw fire did she realize that she didn’t know what she was drinking. She wheezed and groaned, thumped a hoof on the ground and felt tears leaking from her eyes as the alcohol made its way down her throat, making her painfully aware of where her stomach exactly was in her belly.

“Wha– What’s that thing?” she asked, her voice coming out rough. “Rubbing alcohol?”

“Tequila,” Sal answered before taking the bottle back in his hoof. “Another?”

“Maybe later,” Applejack answered while the donkey shrugged and refilled his own glass. Realizing that her camping gear was still on her back, and that she had water in there, she dropped it to the ground and took a few greedy gulps out of her canteen.

“You hungry?” the jack suddenly asked. Before Applejack had time to answer, he was already heading for his supply crate.

“Ah could eat,” Applejack simply answered, his terse speech getting to her.

Salud hummed, the only sign that he had heard Applejack’s answer. Still digging inside his crate, he unwittingly gave the mare a show that she wasn’t expecting… While a pony’s thick and fluffy tail covered most of the space between their hind legs, a donkey didn’t have much in the way of natural modesty. Consequently, Applejack was treated to a panoramic view of the pair of testes hanging under his belly. Her eyes widened as she saw them jiggle with every movement their owner made, an almost hypnotic movement. Some strange part of her mind unconsciously compared them to all the other stallion-nuts she’d had the chance of seeing and estimated with very little doubt that these two had to be the biggest balls she had ever laid eyes upon. Bigger than any guy she had been with or peeked at by accident. Bigger even than her brother’s, whose virile endowments made every stallion in Ponyville jealous and every mare weak in the knees… Somehow, Applejack’s brain only came up with one thought from that spectacle: the amount of cum these babies could pump into her had to be above anything she could hope. This had to be a gift from the gods, smiling upon her and sending her to find the most virile equine in the area, to fill her with his liquid seed until it overflowed her womb, breeding her until–

The spell was broken when Salud turned back to her, carrying a tin can and a couple of plates under his foreleg.

‘What the hay, Applejack?’ she scolded herself. ‘This guy ain’t even a pony, for petes’ sake. Stop fantasizing about anything with a dong!’

“Hope you like beans,” Sal said while setting the “table” for their improvised dinner.

“Th– That’s fine,” Applejack said, chuckling awkwardly a few times and concentrating on the food rather than her host. Not wanting to be a freeloader, she searched for a couple of apples in her pack. “Ah’ve got dessert!”

Sal nodded and began eating without a word, Applejack soon imitating him. The meal went on quietly, although as time passed, Applejack gave more and more looks at the jack sitting in front of her, admiring his frame and build. Obviously, working as a miner had built a nice layer of muscles on him and he looked rather large to begin with. Still not as big as Big Macintosh, who was almost impossible to beat for sheer size, but still above the average pony.

Applejack ate her meal slower and slower, feeling sluggish and light-headed, pausing every so often to admire the jack in front of her... A fuzzy warmth seemed to take over her whole body by the time she was done with her plate.

She smiled when Salud picked an apple and gave it a bite, his face lighting up in wonder.

“Pretty good, huh?” she said with a giggle. “My family grows the best darn apples in Equestria!”

“You grew these?”

“Eeyup! That’s what Ah do, grow apples.” Applejack turned around a bit, patting the trio of shiny red apples on her flank. “With my brother and sister, and Granny Smith, too. We got a farm in Ponyville; come by whenever you want some quality apples!”

“Ponyville?” Sal said, raising an eyebrow. “That’s over a day’s walk from here… A bit much for apples.”

“Hey! Our apples are worth it,” Applejack said, crossing her arms on her chest. “Plus, it takes only ‘bout half a day if you run the whole way.”

“Run?” Sal asked with a chuckle. “Why would anyone run this far?”

“I was in a hurry.”

“What?”

“What, what?”

The two stared at each other for a moment, Applejack’s green eyes mirrored in Sal’s clear, brown ones.

“What brought you all the way here?” the jack finally asked. “Don’t think you can grow apples in the desert...”

“Nah, too hot and dry,” the mare answered automatically. “Huh… I mean, I had to get out of town for a few days.”

“Oh? Ooh… I see,” Sal said, giving her a knowing nod. “Trouble with the law, huh? It’s cool. Anyone asks, you were never here.”

“Wha– Trouble with–” Applejack shook her head. “Hey! Ah’m an honest pony. Ah’m the most honest pony you’ll ever meet.”

Sal stared at her silently for a bit. “Then… Why’d you have to leave?”

“Cause Ah’m in heat.” Applejack slapped a hoof on her mouth the instant she realized what just came out of it, but it was already too late.

“Huh… That’s… something.”

Blushing furiously, Applejack opened and closed her mouth a few times, no words coming out.

“So…” Sal said quietly, “you came all the way here to… find someone to–”

“No!” the mare cried out. She winced as she saw the donkey recoil a bit. “Sorry,” she said more gently, “I just wanted to find some place where I wouldn’t see any stallions… or jacks,” she finished in a whisper. “Maybe Ah should just go.”

Applejack was already walking towards the mine’s entrance when Salud called her.

“You can’t leave now,” he said, his voice coming out strong and clear for once. “The storm’s still going strong.”

“Ah’ll find some place to hunker down,” Applejack answered. She picked up her gear and threw it on her back, then dug her hat a little deeper on her head.

“No you won’t. Night’s fallen now. You’ll just get lost. Fall down a cliff. Break your neck…”

“Ah– Ah’ll be careful.”

“Don’t be stupid,” the jack said from behind Applejack. “You afraid I’m gonna jump on you? I can control myself…”

Applejack stomped a hoof on the ground. “That’s not what Ah’m afraid of,” she cried out. “Ah’m the one who can’t control myself!”

Applejack turned about, facing Sal.

“This stupid heat is makin’ me crazy!” she yelled. “Ah can’t spend more than five minutes without dreamin’ of getting fucked by anything with a cock between its legs! And it’s making me act crazy, too. Ah almost molested my brother this morning… My own brother, for pony’s sake!” She growled and bit her lip, thinking about that moment.

“Dang it!” she cried. “Just thinking about that is makin’ me hot!” Applejack fell on her rump and clutched her head in her hooves. “It’s like Ah’m not myself anymore. Ah’m just some wild animal who can’t think of anything but sex, sex and more sex! And… And it feels so… right! Like it’s what Ah’m supposed to do and Ah don’t even know why Ah’m fighting this anymore and thinking normally is getting so dang hard…”

Applejack whimpered a bit, fighting hard the sobs that were threatening to leave her. Already she could feel a few tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Geeze… C’mon, don’t cry,” the jack said as softly as his big voice would allow him. “I hate seeing people crying.”

“Sorry,” Applejack said, wiping the tears that had formed at the corner of her eyes. “It’s the nerves… And those stupid hormones...”

For a few moments, pony and donkey remained silent, the sound of the howling wind outside barely covering Applejack’s ragged breathing.

“Can’t say I understand what you’re going through,” Sal said. “But I’m not going to let you out in this weather. Would be plain murder…”

Applejack looked up at him with her eyes worn by crying, fatigue and days of built-up frustration. The donkey sighed. “You look like a nice pony,” he said. “You just stay here, I’ll go deep in the mine. Won’t even know I’m there. How’s that sound?”

“That…” Applejack sighed too. “That sounds unfair to you. This is your place and–”

“Bah! Don’t worry,” Sal cut her off. “I don’t care. You get some rest and sort this out.”

This being said, he went back to the corner of the mine where his supplies were stashed, picking and piling up some of it on his back.

‘Sort this out?’ Applejack wondered. ‘What’s there to sort out?’

She recalled the previous days, her running away from every male she would meet, contrary to her instincts. She recalled her previous heats, which went in a similar way, although never this violently. In fact, it seemed to get worse every time now that she thought about it… Not that the urges really got stronger, but more that her patience became shorter with every passing month. She thought about Big Mac, who she left with her own chores to do on top of his own. She thought about Apple Fritter, who she left to take care of Apple Bloom and her stall at the market. And she thought about how everypony in Ponyville would say that Applejack was the most dependable mare around...

‘Maybe it’s not the heat that makes me act like an idiot,’ she thought. ‘This wouldn’t happen if Ah didn’t focus so much on tryin’ to ignore and avoid it… Maybe Apple Fritter is right; Ah need to work this out of my system. Maybe… Maybe it’s time to be more honest with myself…’

Applejack took a deep breath and watched the donkey, slowly making his way into the dark tunnel. She swallowed the lump in her throat.

“Wait,” she called.

Salud stopped and turned around, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. “You need something?”

“Y– Yeah, Ah guess…” She let her equipment fall on the ground and walked towards the donkey. “Ah need… Ah need you to stay here.”

The jack blinked a few times, staring at her for a while. “Thought you’d rather be alone…”

“Ah’m tired of runnin’ away,” Applejack said softly. “It’s not doin’ me any good. Ah think Ah’ll go crazy if Ah keep this up and… and, well…” She swallowed her saliva again before continuing. “The honest truth is... Ah– Ah want this.”

Sal hummed interrogatively.

Applejack took a deep breath and gave a long look in his eyes. “Ah know we don’t really know each other,” she said calmly, “but Ah’d like to ask a favor...”

The donkey tilted his head a bit to one side.

“Just to be sure,” Applejack continued, “you’re single, aren’t you?”

“Yeah…”

“So, you wouldn’t mind… Er... You...” she trailed off. Rather than finish her sentence with words that were escaping her, she decided to simply turn around, spread her legs and lift her tail, presenting her pussy in all its glory to the donkey behind her. “Ah really need a good rutting,” she said.

Salud remained silent, his eyes stuck on the mare-flesh in front of him. As if it was enjoying the attention, Applejack’s pussy winked at him again and again, doing its best to awaken the male’s instincts.

Applejack looked over her shoulder and smirked as she saw his attentive expression. “Ah know Ah’m not a jenny,” she said, “but we’re not that different, right? Sure works the same back there.” She wiggled her hips a little to punctuate her statement.

Sal leaned a little closer and inhaled deeply, his eyes half-closing as the intoxicating scent of the mare in heat produced its intended effect, even on a non-pony. He let the air out of his lungs in a shuddery sigh, his tail swishing nervously behind him.

Applejack scooted backwards a little, trying to get closer, but Sal stepped forward to her side, brushing himself against her rump on the way and sending a shiver along her back. When she recovered, she realized that the donkey was now walking away, heading to the crate that had served as their table. He dropped the equipment he was carrying, sat down behind the crate, grabbed his bottle of tequila and served himself a glass. All the while, his eyes didn’t leave Applejack.

The mare stayed still for a minute, her vagina still winking desperately without its audience, while the donkey slowly sipped his drink.

“Whu– You… You don’t want to?” Applejack asked, half to him and half to herself. “B– But…” Her eyes widened as the horrifying thought made its way into her mind. “But Ah– Ah got so worked up… Ah can’t… Ah’ve got to… You…” Scrunching up her face, she part groaned, part screamed, then rushed towards Sal, almost sliding on the ground as she made a 180° turn to present her rump again. “Please,” she said, eyes screwed shut and ears splayed on her skull. “Please! Ah really need this. Ah– Ah want this.”

Applejack whimpered when she felt hot air blowing against her marehood. Then, a little bit of a cooler breeze, followed by hot and humid breath again. The two air currents alternated as Sal slowly breathed her scent, his nostrils so close to her that she could almost feel some of his fur tickling her. Applejack’s own breathing accelerated with each stimulating current on her nethers, her heart picking up the rhythm to follow. Her eyes still closed, she had only the air to track the jack’s movements. He went lower for a moment, his muzzle almost reaching the edge of her udder. He lingered there for only a few seconds, then slowly worked his way back up, making Applejack whimper when he passed over her clitoris.

By the time he had made it all the way to the base of her tail, Applejack was panting, her heart drumming in her ears and her pussy winking totally out of control. She heard a few wet sounds and wondered if it had to be her juices dripping on the ground.

Then, just as mysteriously as it had started, the jack’s exploration of her rump ended. Applejack finally opened her eyes and searched the cave for him. She couldn’t help but let out a whinny when she saw him sitting down behind the crate across from her, staring in her eyes with an unreadable expression.

Still panting as if she had just finished the running of the leaves, Applejack gave him a desperate look. “C– Come on!” she encouraged him. “Just do it already…”

Sal only stared silently.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, inching a little closer to him. “Is it... ‘cause you don’t know how to do it? Is this your first time?”

The jack chuckled a few times and only answered with an amused smirk on his face.

“Then what?” Applejack asked again, furrowing her brow. “Am Ah too ugly for you or something? Ah ain’t asking you to introduce me to your family and marry me, just to mount me! Come on!”

The mare almost recoiled when she heard how whiny her voice came out. “Dang it, you’re making me sound like a slut!” she said, stomping a hoof on the ground.

For some reason, this seemed to make the donkey react. He stood up and ever-so-slowly turned around Applejack. She pivoted around with him, trying to keep her rump near his face. Then, finally, Sal aligned himself, reared up and heaved himself on the mare’s back.

Applejack’s heart was pounding in her ears by then, her mind lighting up so many “yes” signals that she just stayed completely frozen in place, every fibre of her body waiting to be rutted. Everything felt so right at that moment: the weight of the male on her back, the strong hooves squeezing her sides, the powerful hips pushing him forward… The only missing thing was the much desired presence of a hard, thick and throbbing dick inside her.

Seconds passed, longer than they had any right to be, making Applejack’s hungry pussy spasm and clench, its emptiness a torture to her. A minute passed and still nothing happened. This time, Applejack was certain that her juices were dripping on the floor… and Salud dismounted.

“What?”

Even after the question had left her mouth, she remained frozen, her mind entirely failing to make any sense of what just happened. Sal, meanwhile, simply went back to sit down, staring at Applejack again.

“What?” she asked again. “What was that? You…” Her eyes widened. “Oh no… Please don’t tell you got problems with your–”

“I don’t,” the jack said.

Applejack felt her chest lighten a little, although a new question asked itself. “Then what’s the big idea? Ah don’t know what your game is, but Ah don’t wanna play it!” She glared at the donkey with a frown. “Dang it! Are you going to fuck me or not?” she finally blurted out.

A few seconds of silence reigned in the cave before Salud eventually answered.

“I will,” he said. He stood and walked near Applejack, stopping when his head was next to hers. Bringing his lips close to her ear, almost touching it, he whispered “when you’re ready” and slowly walked away.

“R– Ready?” Applejack said, panting like a dog. “Ah’ve been ready for days now!”

Without a word, Sal stepped away, turned around and leaned on the wall, locking his eyes on her once more and observing her, watching for whatever sign he was expecting…

Applejack clenched her teeth and snorted. “So you wanna play hard to get?” she said, narrowing her eyes. “Fine!” With that, she went to her discarded gear, digging around it until she found the length of rope she had packed in.

She quickly knotted it into a lasso and began twirling it above her head. “Ah didn’t wanna do thish,” she said around the rope, “but Ah jusht ‘bout ran out of patienshe.” The loop flew in the air, aimed perfectly to land around Sal’s neck, but only bounced uselessly on the wall as he jumped out of the way.

Undaunted, Applejack simply pulled the rope back and threw it again before he had time to jump more. The lasso soared through the air with pinpoint accuracy and, although Sal managed to not get it around his neck, it was only by getting his right forehoof snared in its place.

“Gotcha now,” Applejack said, grinning around the rope. She pulled with all her strength, dragging the donkey forward a few steps.

Sal chuckled and bit down on his own end of the rope, then pulled and dragged Applejack towards him. Careful not to let go of the rope, she tried to tug more of its length to her side, so that she could use it to tie the uncooperative donkey down. Unfortunately, she thought a little too hard on the result, and picturing the male trussed up and ready to be used for her pleasure made her legs a little wobbly, just enough for Salud to drag her some more.

Applejack pulled stronger, digging all four hooves in the ground, tensing apple-bucking trained legs to put tremendous tension in the rope.

Sal simply let go and laughed when the pony ended up falling on her rump.

Applejack shook her head, internally scolding herself for falling for such a cheap trick and glaring at Sal while he untied his hoof and even threw the rope back to her, as if to tell her to try again.

With a cry of frustration, the mare leaped forward, intending to wrestle him down one way or another.

Had her mind been functioning normally at the moment, she might have realized how stupid it was to jump on a donkey strong enough to carry her in his hooves. Since it didn’t, she found herself stopped mid-jump when he caught her.

Salud casually dropped her to the ground, and while she was trying to maintain her balance, grabbed one of her front legs and bent it behind her back, not enough to hurt her, but enough that she couldn’t move without doing so. The donkey laughed again and hit her rump, earning a loud “smack” accompanied by a yelp, of shock more than pain. He simply let go of her afterwards.

Applejack barely caught herself before hitting the ground. When she managed to get her hooves under her, she gasped as she felt the donkey’s weight suddenly pressing on her back. Instinctively, she braced herself and moved her tail out of the way for what she hoped was coming. Sal rubbed himself on her back for a moment, but did little else and eventually brought his muzzle near her ears, whispering “not yet” in them.

Applejack whimpered when he dismounted. She felt the urge to buck his teeth out, but a quick glance over her shoulder let her know that he hadn’t stuck behind her long enough anyways.

She groaned and let her head hang low. She didn’t try to catch him, to plead or beg, to seduce or anything else. Applejack simply stood and waited, feeling her body burning up in heat. Her breathing was ragged, her heart was pumping blood like there was no tomorrow and her pussy was clenching and spasming, demanding to be filled.

She watched the donkey as he took his place behind the “table”. She stared, panting through her clenched teeth.

“Dang it!” she shouted. Applejack rolled on her back and wasted no time rubbing a hoof over her needy pussy. She gave the donkey a quick glance, but averted her eyes immediately, almost freezing as she saw him staring. For some reason, presenting herself to be mounted felt less embarrassing than masturbating in front of him.

Embarrassment was no longer a major preoccupation, though, so Applejack rubbed hard and fast, getting her hoof slippery and wet in mere seconds. She moaned and whimpered as she felt the carnal pleasure she so needed, although her brain still protested that the right way to do things would be to get the jack’s member inside her.

Through her half lidded eyes, she saw Salud move from his usual position and, still keeping her hoof busy, she angled her head to watch him. The jack stared at her more intensely than ever. He snorted and scuffed a hoof on the ground. Under his belly, his penis was now hanging free of its sheath, growing by the second.

Applejack’s eyes remained stuck to the mighty cock, watching it inflate with blood. She swallowed a lump in her throat when she saw it grow to be longer and thicker than what could be expected on a normal pony. Until then, the farm mare had always believed the rumors about donkeys to be nothing but silly jokes and racial stereotypes, but now that she had the real thing in front of her eyes, she was starting to wonder if being on the receiving end of a jack’s attention was such a good idea after all.

Her hoof slowed down a little; she continued to stare… When the cock slapped loudly on the underside of its owner’s belly, she winced. Sal struck his hoof on the ground again, now panting almost as hard as Applejack.

The mare slowly got back to her hooves, taking a few steps backwards, away from the large donkey who was staring at her as if he was intending to eat her. He grunted and walked forward, heading straight for her rump. Applejack turned in place, instinctive fear winning the battle over lust at the moment.

With a bray, Sal accelerated and was immediately imitated by Applejack, the two swirling around in a strange, primal dance. The jack snarled and put an end to this by grabbing the base of Applejack’s tail in his teeth.

She neighed and tried to kick back, but she had no way of reaching that high up. Trying to move away only made him bite down and pull.

“Shtand shtill!” he growled through his mouthful of tail.

Panting harder than ever, Applejack forced her hooves back to the ground and complied. Immediately, the pressure on her tail disappeared and Sal walked behind her. She spread her hind legs a little.

When he mounted her, Applejack quickly understood that this time was going to be very different from the others. Salud slid himself forward on her back and bit down on her neck to give himself some extra leverage, not so hard that it was painful, but still very present in the mare’s mind. The biggest difference, though, was the hard rod prodding at her rump and blindly looking for an entrance.

“E– Easy, fellow,” Applejack said as she felt him pushing hard against her. “Don’t you gaaaAAAAH!”

Without any warning or warm-up, she was penetrated in a single, brutal thrust that only stopped when Sal had buried his cock up to his sheath inside her. The feeling of fullness was incredible, Applejack’s pussy being stretched to what felt like its limits in both width and length... The stunned mare could have used a few moments to get used to it, but did not get any, as Sal pulled a large portion of his member out, only to ram it back in hard enough to force a grunt out of Applejack.

The donkey’s cock went out and in, again and again, getting into a constant rhythm with all the gentleness and subtlety of a jackhammer. Each thrust had him putting his entire weight behind it. Each thrust had Applejack pushed forward, forcing her to angle her forelegs just to stand up. Each thrust had her pussy roughly filled, the slippery wetness she had built up making any attempt at stopping the invading member completely futile. Each thrust had her grunting and moaning like a slut... And each thrust felt better than the previous one.

Having recovered from the initial shock, Applejack became able to concentrate on the wonderful feelings that her body had been craving for so long. She felt the jack’s coarse fur rubbing against her own. She felt his weight on her back, his legs squeezing and pulling at her sides, his hips rolling and rubbing against her butt. She felt the tingle of her neck where he was holding it between his teeth, every one of his breaths rubbing her fur, every one of his animalistic grunts vibrating her spine. She felt his sweat starting to drip on her back and mixing with her own. She smelled it, her scent and his combining and charging the air with a new, potent one that only made the two equines more excited with every breath.

Inside her pussy, Applejack felt every throb of Sal’s heart pushing more blood in his cock, trying to make it harder and bigger than it already was. She felt every tug on her nether lips when his medial ring was dragged against them. She felt the underside of his dick brushing against her clitoris when he thrusted with the right angle, sending sparks down her nerves that made her mind too numb to think for a split-second.

“Nngaaah! “ Applejack screamed when a lucky thrust managed to hit all the right spots and pushed her pleasure to a higher level. “Oooh… Right… Hnnng... TheeEEere!” she managed to cry out. Salud did not answer with words, but with acts, pounding her hard and fast as requested.

The friction seemingly lit up every nerve in Applejack’s vagina, making her unbelievably sensitive and completely aware of the massive cock sawing through it without restraint. Every movement sent more signals for pleasure into the mare’s brain, faster than she could cope with them. Like a container filling up and eventually spilling out, Applejack’s ecstasy reached a threshold and made her mind blank, unaware of anything else. She screamed until her lungs were empty and she had to breathe, then screamed some more; her legs shook and wobbled dangerously; her pussy spasmed around the cock it was holding, as if trying to milk it…

Applejack was vaguely aware of the jack above her groaning and moaning. When she came down from her orgasm, she noticed that he was holding still, except for the powerful throbbing of the cock hilted inside her. It was still as hard as ever and feeling even larger, especially at its flared end. While she tried to recover her breath, Applejack realized that unlike her, the jack didn’t seem to have reached his peak, but had come very close to it. She tried to look over her shoulder and, although she couldn’t turn her head very far due to him still clamping on her neck, she saw his face scrunched up in concentration, eyes screwed shut and breathing heavily through his nostrils.

A moment, maybe a minute, passed with the two equines intertwined and holding still, except for their chests inflating and deflating with each panting breath. Sal opened his eyes, finding Applejack’s gaze still on him. The two stared at each other wordlessly for a while.

Then, Salud pulled back a little, making Applejack gasp as she felt him withdrawing. His eyes still locked on hers, the jack made a quick and firm thrust forward, earning a feminine moan for his troubles. He didn’t move more and only stayed there, drinking in the look of glee on Applejack’s face.

Feeling like getting a little payback, she suddenly tightened her vaginal muscles as strong as she could. The sighing moan that she squeezed out of the donkey put a smirk on her lips. When the pressure disappeared on his cock, he looked back at her and chuckled.

“Now that was something,” Applejack told him softly. “You really didn’t hold back...”

Sal let go of her neck, instead nestling his chin on her shoulder to free his lips but retain some leverage. “Too much for you?” he asked between breaths.

Applejack grinned. “Ah don’t know about donkeys,” she said, “but pony guys are taught to be gentlecolts and treat the gals like precious, delicate flowers.”

Salud only raised an eyebrow.

“Well Ah ain’t no flower!” she said. “Ah’m a big, sturdy apple tree and you gotta buck me real hard to make me drop my apples.”

Sal laughed a little. “An apple tree… Did you know you smell like apples? Taste like them, too...” He licked her shoulder to punctuate his words. “You must eat so many it’s coming out of your skin.”

“Heh heh… How ‘bout you make some applesauce, then?” she asked with a wink. “Don’t hold back; anything you can give, I can take.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Sal answered.

“So… Are you waiting for me to be ready again?”

“No, no… You’re ripe,” he said with a smirk. “I’m the one who needs a minute.”

Applejack nodded and waited patiently, enjoying the feeling of being covered by her mate. From the twitching and throbbing of his member inside her pussy, to the rise and fall of his chest with every breath, everything clicked in her mind to finally appease the relentless heat. Everything felt so right that for a moment, she wished it would never end… From time to time, she squeezed Sal’s cock again, as if to remind him that he still had a job to do and thoroughly enjoying the look on his face every time.

Her efforts eventually paid off, the donkey straightening himself and biting down on her neck again. Letting himself fall back a little, he pulled out until just the tip of his cock remained nestled inside Applejack’s pussy. He held there for just a second, making her bite her lip as she waited for what was coming.

He pushed back in like an ox, only stopping when he had no more length to thrust in. The rational part of Applejack’s mind wondered how she could possibly take all of it inside her... That part, however, was quickly silenced and forgotten as her primal instincts had her panting, moaning and screaming with every forceful ramming of the fat cock inside her.

Like a wild beast devoid of any reasonable thoughts, Sal pounded her, making the deepest, strongest and fastest thrusts he could. An orgiastic music echoed through the cave, the lewd squishing sounds of Applejack’s pussy building a rhythm that was accompanied by a melody made of the two equines’ grunts and screams of pleasure.

Under such a hard treatment, Applejack could not hope to maintain any form of control on herself. Her body reacted on its own while her mind was battered away by the sensations: her legs locked in place, her pussy spasmed on the intruding member and she screamed a wordless exclamation of the heaven she reached.

Applejack felt every cell inside her lighting up and bombarding her with pleasure… and Sal did not slow down a bit. Spurred on by her cries, the jack only penetrated her over-sensitive pussy harder and harder. She screamed and panted, her tongue lolling out, frothing at the mouth from the violent pounding, her eyes rolled up in her head and seeing stars shooting across, feeling like she could die from the pleasure and never wanting it to end...

Salud kept pushing himself in and out all through her incredible orgasm and, when Applejack finally came down from it, she felt the next one already building up. Before she had time to recover, the rough fucking had driven her to another peak.

Again, her vagina was shown no mercy. Again, her orgasm was blown to incredible proportions by the cock drilling her electrified pussy. Again, she only came down from her high to be sent to another. Time lost its meaning for the pony, nothing but orgasm after orgasm remaining in her mind until they all seemed to meld into a single one. Her entire body seemed to amount to her pussy and the relentless stuffing it was getting.

Salud kept her in that blissful state for as long as he could, but eventually lost himself, too. His thrusts became slower and shallower, allowing Applejack to finally come back into a more normal state. Her brain recovered just in time to feel him make a last push, burying himself so deep that she could feel the end of his cock just reaching the entrance of her womb. She heard his long, desperate moan. She felt his flare widening and his hot seed seeping deep into her. Applejack sighed; a long, slow and shuddering sigh, as her partner gave her the perfect conclusion, the one that her heat demanded…

They both stayed still for a while, except for Applejack’s pussy squeezing and trying to milk every last drop it could from Sal’s now deflating cock. When it shrunk enough to pull out of her, a steady stream of fluids leaked from the mare’s unplugged vagina. She listened with attention to every drop splashing on the ground, the apparently incredible amount of semen flowing out of her giving her a sense of both admiration and delight.

Salud dismounted and Applejack almost toppled over, her legs going slack. A couple of seconds later, she was lying on the ground, her head resting on a pillow made of her front hooves.

Before she fell asleep, she saw the donkey dropping a bedroll -the one she had packed, in fact- and unfurling it next to her. Using the little strength she had left in her, Applejack scooted onto it, making herself comfortable and giving Salud a broad smile.

“Thank you, big guy,” she said, her eyelids drooping dangerously low.

“My pleasure,” the donkey answered.

He gave a little pat on her butt, Applejack closed her eyes and fell into a slumber that was likely going to keep princess Luna quite entertained, if she only decided to peek at a certain farmpony’s dreams…

Author's Note

And now the title makes sense! Did you really think I was talking about that kind of ass? I'm too classy for that.

Right?

Anyways, donkey love. There aren't enough donkeys on this site and we need to fix that.

This is the end of my backlog for that story, so future updates will probably be much, much slower to come, but I don't intend to give that story up anytime soon. It's the one I can just let loose on, not bother about the plot too much, write whatever stupid ideas or puerile jokes I can think of and I believe I need that.

Thanks for reading! Chat, critique, comment and all that jazz!

Day 4 ('Round Midnight)

The desert was quiet, as it usually was during the night. There were no crickets here to chirp, no nocturnal birds to hunt and nopony to go about whatever nightly activities they could have to do. The wind was no longer blowing strong, the storm of the previous night having died off long ago. Only near the foot of a small and ragged mountain could some noise be heard. Out of a mine’s entrance, the sound of two sleeping equines disturbed the desert’s silence. And to be fair, most of that noise came from only one of them.

The moon had barely gone past its middle point when Salud was awoken, shaken by a firm hoof that broke apart a dream, instantly forgotten. The donkey stirred a bit, grunted and went back to sleep. More shaking disturbed him again a few seconds later.

“Grrrmbl. Hmmpf grr mblm,” he said.

Let us pause for a moment here... Although the narrator of this story is dedicated to simply relate the events as they happened, without any deformation, it is impossible to ignore the difficulty that some readers might have in understanding a mumbled conversation between two half-asleep (or, more accurately, between two-thirds-asleep and three-quarters-asleep) equines. Thus, a translation will be provided for convenience and, although some of the content might be lost or deformed, the narrator promises to do his best to stay as close to the original as possible.

With this being said, let us rewind a bit and go back to the story.

Salud was shaken awake. “Grrrmbl. Hmmpf grr mblm,” he said. (“Please cease that disturbance. I would like to sleep in peace.”)

While he was trying to snuggle back against the pony keeping him warm, Applejack answered with her own, feminine mumbling.

“Gmmmbnu snrg pfffff hmblmm.” (“Your rather loud snoring is unfortunately preventing me from getting proper rest.”)

“Hngna? Dnarn snrjgqm. Hmgfphf hsgh mbbm,” he answered, wiggling back in place and laying his head back on his hooves. (“I beg your pardon? I am positive that I do not snore. You should get back to sleep and stop this nonsense.”)

“Hmpf...” (“Fine…”) Applejack rolled to her side and scooted back, pushing her back against him. She sighed, tucked herself as comfortably as she could and fell silent.

“Snnrrrkrkrrkkrrkkttttt…” (“Loud snoring sound...”)

Applejack groaned and, with a wiggle of her back, bumped her butt against the ass, waking him back up.

Salud groggily got to his hooves. “Grmblgn prgnnan grmb grm,” he added. (“Grmbling pony and its grmblgn grmbling light-sleeping grmblgn.”)

Giving up on sleep at the moment, he stretched a bit, winced as his neck creaked, then headed outside. The desert’s chilly night air made him shiver a bit, but he stayed out, enjoying the coolness while he could and before the next, scorching day would come. The jack turned his head up. Without any lights around or a single cloud in the sky, the moon and every single star shone brightly above him. For a while, Salud just stood there, watching the pinpricks of light twinkle in the distance.

The moment of beauty was interrupted by the pressure in his bladder which forced him to find a place to relieve himself…

Sal came back inside the cave a couple minutes later, feeling lighter. His eyes fell on the one thing that he wasn’t used to see in there: a sleeping mare.

The pale moonlight hardly entered the mine’s mouth, as if it was afraid to wake her up. Salud froze in place, mesmerized by the strange and fragile picture it painted in front of him. Under his eyes was a phantasm. An angel and a ghost…

The bleak light seemed to shine against the pony’s fur. The dark and rough stone was almost invisible, drowned in the mare’s glow, as if she was pulling every single ray of light to her and making it look like she was floating in the void, as if she was the only thing important enough to simply exist. Her orange coat had a warm hue, entrancing but still discreet. Her mane and tail, though, shone brightly. Under the moonlight, the strands weren’t simply blonde, they weren’t simply hair… Gold. She was made of pure gold.

Salud’s eyes grew wider. In that mine, so long ago dug out of anything of value, the impossible had happened. After he had given up any hope, when he wasn’t even looking for it, he’d just found the biggest, purest gold nugget any miner had ever dreamt of… In the distance, he even heard the angelic choir singing her praises.

The donkey swallowed the lump in his dry throat. Carefully, he put one hoof forward. He approached the sleeping, golden mare slowly, expecting her to vanish with every step, back to the dreamlands where she had escaped from. He held his breath when she stirred, scratching her muzzle before settling back to sleep.

Salud crept forward, until he was only an arm’s length away from the treasure. He reached out with a trembling hoof, needing to touch her to ascertain her reality…

She turned around in her sleep, away from the moonlight and the spell was broken. The gold had been replaced by fur. The heavenly music was merely the wind howling in the mountain. Salud let his hoof fall to the ground, staring at the regular pony in front of him.

Eventually, he took his eyes off of her and shook his head. “Urgh… Am I getting gold fever now?” he whispered to himself. “Or maybe I need sleep…”

Sleep, unfortunately, seemed difficult to get with the mare waking him up every two minutes. Salud sighed and stepped around her, going a little deeper in the mine. Feeling around blindly in the dark, he eventually found his lantern and turned the knob to lit it up. One of the few pony-made objects he owned, the jack had always been fascinated by these magic-powered lamps.

Watching Applejack in the dim light, he wondered what kind of magic she could do.

“Well,” he told himself with a quiet laugh, “I already know one thing she can do. That pretty pony pussy is magic.” Grinning at his own joke, he grabbed his bottle of liquor and served himself a small glass. Raising his drink to the sleeping pony, he whispered a toast. “Here’s to you… uh… What was her name again? Something apples…” He rubbed his chin with a hoof until his eyes lit up. “Ah! Right. Here’s to you, Applejuice!”

While the strong alcohol burned its way down his throat, Salud let his eyes wander on the mare’s toned form. ‘What were the chances?’ he asked himself. ‘A mare goes into the desert... What were the chances she’d run into this mine, on the one day I’m here?’ He did not do the actual math, but his estimation was around one in a million, the kind of odds that were hardly worth thinking about, let alone mention. And yet, right there under his eyes, sleeping on the ground of a mine that he hadn’t set hoof in for months, was that pony… ‘Guess that’s what they call “getting lucky”.’

Sal’s gaze went up and down her from, from the tip of her funny-looking, tiny ears to the sole of her hooves. He noticed a dull shine on their underside, only now realizing that they were shod. The horseshoes looked worn, full of dents and scratches. She had mentioned being a farmer, the donkey recalled, but he’d always thought that that kind of job was mostly standing there while the crops grew. He could see that her shoes were worn semi-permanently, nailed to her hooves and not just tied or glued on…

‘One hard-working pony...’ he told himself, watching the muscles that were obvious under her coat, even when she was completely relaxed. They weren’t a bodybuilder’s muscles, bulging everywhere and demanding attention. They weren’t an athlete’s muscles either: they weren’t lean and sculpted into a single purpose. They were a worker’s muscles, toned by years of usage rather than dedicated training and carrying a layer of fat on them. That gave this mare the kind of body that could take a pummeling and hardly realize it.

Sal smiled as he remembered the pounding he’d given her earlier. From what he’d seen before, ponies were refined and delicate creatures, but that apple gal was obviously something else. A lesser mare would never have let him be this rough and even if she did, she would have definitely ended bruised and sore... But this one? She took everything he had and asked for more… Even among the most desert-hardened jennies, it would have been hard to find one that tough. ‘Guess I did strike gold,’ he told himself. ‘Or maybe silver… Would have been gold if she’d let me sleep in peace.’ He sighed. ‘Guess I’ll have to go sleep in some tunnel...’

Salud stood up and took his lantern in his mouth. He was about to head into the deeper parts of the mountain when he spotted something lying on the ground. A brown hat…

He took it in his hoof and looked closer. It was a plain, brown thing, the kind of hat that cowponies would wear in the movies… Salud hummed in thought, staring at it. With a shrug, he decided to try it on. It felt a bit small on his head, but he was sure that it looked pretty cool.

The jack went to look for a mirror in his stash. He rummaged around the bottles, cans, tools and other various objects, but couldn’t find any. He probably never stored one in here, considering how useless it would be for mining… Sal frowned, at least until he got a look at a tin plate.

“Ha ha!”

He grabbed an old rag from the crate, then rubbed, spit on and cleaned the plate as best he could, until his reflection was visible in it, and only a little blurry, even. With a grin, he leaned his improvised mirror against the wall and took a few steps back.

Salud smiled and nodded to himself. “Now that’s one bad ass,” he declared. Taking on a serious expression, he lowered the brim of the hat over his eyes, then raised his head slowly and gave his reflection a killer glare.

“This town ain’t big ‘nough for th’ two of us,” he said with a deep and gravelly voice.

“Whu–?” The mare’s sleepy voice made him jump in place.

Sal turned around and saw Applejack watching him through half-opened eyes, her head barely lifted off her bedroll. She stared at him. He stared back. She blinked... Putting his serious expression back on, Sal touched the brim of his hat for a casual tip, saying “ma’am.”

The pony stared a few more seconds, then simply gave up and laid her head back on the ground to get back to sleep.

Salud snickered a little and watched her twitch in her sleep with every noise he made. ‘Such a light sleeper… How am I going to not wake her up?’

Still trying to think of something, he went and sat down just next to the mare. His gaze became stuck on her tail, the long and lustrous strands fascinating him. Pulling his own tail in front of him, Salud watched the short fur on it with a little disappointment. Not that he hated it, but ponies had such beautiful manes and tails compared to the donkeys, he sometimes wished he’d have one of his own.

With a shrug, he let go of his own tail and concentrated on Applejack’s. Doing his best to try and not wake her up, he slowly pulled the elastic band holding it bunched up. When the golden hairs went free, he smiled like a child being offered a new toy. Quietly, he scooted forward and untied her mane, too.

The thin strands of hair flowed, almost as if they weighed nothing and gave their owner a wild look, the kind of natural beauty that cannot be faked and should never be touched… A stirring in his loins gave him a devious idea: maybe he could sleep in peace if he simply tired her enough. And by “tiring”, he meant “fucking her brains out”.

Salud licked his lips and watched the mare lying on her side in front of him. This close, he could admire her build in more detail. He watched those shoulders, strong but compact, not broad like a stallion’s. Her sides were nicely rounded and led to a glorious rump. Between the thick muscles and her natural, feminine curves, Applejack had the most perfect butt a stud could wish for. Wide, firm and juicy. A butt tough enough to take a pounding, but soft enough to make it comfortable...

Sal let one of his hooves glide along the soft fur of her flank. It stopped on her cutie mark and for a moment, rubbed on that spot. He’d heard that these pictures just appeared in a pony’s fur when they came of age or something… Pony magic was a mystery to him, but he couldn’t deny that her fur was a different color, forming the motif of three apples on her butt. He briefly wondered if a pony could change his mark when they were tired of it, but other, more interesting thoughts came over.

Applejack stirred and lifted her head. She gazed at him with her sleepy eyes. “Whassit now?” she mumbled.

Salud grinned broadly and put a little more pressure in his hoof to properly massage her rump. “Wake-up booty call,” he said softly, wagging his eyebrows.

“Hmwhu?”

He chuckled and drove his hoof a little further back, dragging it along the back of her thigh, then up, ending at the upper side of the base of her tail. He went all around her rump, approaching but never touching the good parts.

Applejack moaned softly, flicking her tail by reflex. When she tucked it aside after that, though, it was intentional.

Sal was rewarded with an unobstructed view of the mare’s pussy. Her orange fur ended close to her lips, leaving its place to dark, almost black skin that only made the pinkish flesh inside stand out more, like a target to aim for.

Although his penis was starting to swell and poke out of its sheath, Salud did not want to fuck her yet. For the pounding he was planning to give, he needed to make her extra-wet first... He lied down, his face near Applejack’s rump. Taking it in his hooves, he tried to roll her onto her back. Understanding his intention, the mare complied and spread her legs wide when she was in position.

Sal inched forward, his face so close to Applejack’s pussy that he could feel the moist heat coming off of it. He lingered over there for a moment, inhaling the scent. There was the strong scent of sex, but it also carried the peculiar smell of an equine in heat. The difference between donkey and pony was almost non-existent on that point and it sent the right messages to Sal’s brain. The primal, animal part of his mind decoded it in the most simple of ways: “this mare needs to be bred, so let’s do it!” It took all of his self-control to not jump on her right then… He closed his eyes and took a few more breaths, revelling in the excitement that was growing in his loins with every passing second. He even identified, very faintly under the other smells, the fresh and tart scent of apples.

Sal opened his eyes and locked with his first target: the mare’s teats. Again, the patch of black skin made her udder easy to spot in the middle of the orange sea; in that patch were two small nipples. Salud flicked the tip of his tongue on the right one and grinned when he heard a small gasp coming from Applejack. Dipping his tongue lower, he gave it a good lick before switching to the other one. He alternated between teats, licking and sucking like a hungry foal. Applejack squirmed and her breathing picked up.

Sal took that as his cue to switch targets. Leaving her nipples alone, he dragged his tongue all the way to her pussy lips. This time, he got a moan out of her… Spurred on by her growing excitement and the salty taste, he licked her labiae, getting progressively more intense. He started by teasing the edge, making a full circle around Applejack’s vulva, then dipped the tip of his tongue between her folds. He spread her, just a little, and lapped at her folds. Finally, he pushed inside, opening his mouth to try to match the width of her vagina and stuck his tongue as far as he could against the flesh softly resisting him. He wriggled and licked her entrance, until he pulled back and took one of her pussy lips between his teeth, gently, careful not to hurt her. He pulled a little, as if testing the elasticity and let go when he was satisfied... The next target was her clitoris, which he teased with the tip of his tongue. Applejack moaned, louder and louder, until she screamed.

Taking that as his signal (and unable to wait any longer), Sal slid himself forward on the mare, belly to belly, until the head of his cock reached her nethers. He stared into her eyes for a second, saw nothing but desire in them, and pressed on.

Her pussy parted easily; her folds wrapped around his member with their incredible softness. The two lovers moaned in unison, overcome by the pleasure of their union. Sal, driven by half-understood instincts, pushed and pushed, until his crotch reached Applejack’s own. He let out a cry of pleasure and victory at the feeling of having his dick sheath-deep inside her. How she could possibly have enough room for that, he couldn’t understand, but didn’t care either. All that mattered was that he raised his hips and slammed them back home, dragging his cock in and out of her.

Sal began with a reasonable pace, trying to get used to the heavenly feeling. It was a fierce battle between instinct and reason, one telling him to fuck the mare and come as fast as possible, the other telling him to take his time and make this last as long he could. Biting his lip, he stopped himself. Applejack made things more difficult when she wrapped her limbs around him. Her arms locked him in place, close to her chest. Her hind legs crossed behind his butt and tried to pull him deeper inside…

Sal groaned and resumed his thrusting. The mare moaned and screamed under the rhythm he imposed to her. A rhythm that she was trying to make faster all the time… The jack closed his eyes. Like an athlete running an endurance race, he forced himself to take deep, regular breaths until he had found a comfortable pace. Concentrating that way helped him cope with the ungodly pleasure radiating from his dick and, after a few minutes, he was confident that he could hold on for a while.

Maybe it was overconfidence that led him to open his eyes. He watched Applejack below him, her eyes rolled up in her head and her mouth gaping open as feminine moans and squeaks escaped her with every one of his thrusts. Her beautiful mane was spilling all around like liquid gold and her whole body shuddered each time he shoved his cock inside her.

Suddenly, he couldn’t pace himself anymore. He was no longer breathing in a controlled rhythm, but panting like a dog. He was no longer handling the pleasure from his member, but fighting desperately to keep it from reaching the point of no-return. And he was no longer thrusting, but jackhammering his cock in the pussy that squeezed it recklessly.

He grunted like an animal, wanting more. Sal managed to pause for a second, despite the gigantic effort it took from him. Feverishly, every second not spent fucking the mare a torture to him, he reached under her with an arm and pushed up with his legs. Applejack found herself with her butt lifted from the ground, resting on her shoulders and hanging off of him by her legs.

One forehoof planted firmly next to her head, the other helping hold her in place, Salud pushed his hips up, then let himself fall with all of his weight. Applejack screamed her lungs out and so did he. They even managed to cover the slapping noise of crotch against crotch. Gradually losing control, Sal humped up and down faster and harder each time. There was no attempt to maintain any pace or gain some time. His legs worked without any input from his mind, now on a direct connection with his penis. His cock said “more” and the jack simply obeyed, piledriving himself in and out of Applejack’s wondrous pussy, his balls slapping against her plush butt at the bottom of each thrust.

In a chorus of grunts and screams, Sal saw his orgasm approaching. His cock felt hard enough to go through steel and his glans was flaring so wide that it was getting difficult to move into the tight pussy. When Applejack came, screaming and wringing his dick with her vaginal muscles, he was sent over the top. With one last roar, he pushed himself so hard that the poor mare was almost bent in two and allowed himself to let loose. His balls tightened and his cock throbbed and pulsed with each jet of his seed pushing out and disappearing into the mare’s depths.

Panting and grunting with each contraction wracking his lower body, Sal looked down at Applejack’s face. She was staring at him, with her mouth gaping wordlessly and her eyes locked onto his. Each pant made them taste the other’s breath. He unloaded the rest of his sperm while staring back at her, as if their gazes, jealous of their genitals, wanted to intertwine, too. As if he was saying “I’m giving you everything I’ve got” and she was answering “I’m taking it all”...

They held that position long after their orgasms were over. Even after Sal’s member had deflated inside its fleshy prison. Only when he felt his legs tiring out, did he let her down and pulled out. A flood of his seed washed down as he did. None of the two equines cared. They wiggled against one another on the ground, too exhausted to think, and let sleep take over them.

Less than a minute later, a donkey’s loud snoring could be heard coming out of the mine...

Author's Note

Here's a little chapter, y'all. Someone said they wanted more Applebutt and I'm happy to oblige.

So... what would you do if you got your hands on Applejack's hat?

Day 4 (Later)

Applejack’s eyes flickered as a few stray rays of sunlight reached them. Hesitating for a while between open and closed, her eyelids settled for something in-between, waking the mare up. She blinked a few times and watched the rock walls around her, wondering why her bedroom had turned into a cave during the night... The sound of a breathing other than hers brought her attention to her right.

Seeing the off-white donkey sleeping by her side finally jump-started Applejack’s brain and brought back a string of memories from the previous night. She still raised an eyebrow curiously, as those failed to explain why he was wearing her hat…

Applejack gently grabbed the old stetson with her teeth and, with one twist of her neck, sent it on top of her head where it belonged. Now feeling less naked, she sat up and watched the jack.

He slept on his side, with his mouth wide open and his dick at full mast... Applejack stared, feeling heat reaching her blushing cheeks (as well as some other parts), while whatever dirty dreams had him hard as a rock, twitching now and then. A soft thump could be heard every time his muscles contracted and sent his member hitting the underside of his belly.

As far as penii went, it was kind of cute, with its bare skin being black all over, but the last one or two inches being baby pink. What really had Applejack transfixed, though, was the size of the thing: it was long enough to reach the bottom of his chest. In fact, Applejack thought, if he wanted to, he could’ve probably taken the tip of it in his own mouth… In terms of girth, he was more reasonably built: still a bit above most stallions she’d seen (which weren’t that many, to be honest), but thankfully not as massive as Big Macintosh. Had he been on the same scale as her mammoth of a brother, her pelvis might have not survived the night…

Still, Applejack could only stare and wonder just how much of that studly pole had been stuffed inside her. The whole length was unlikely, but she was pretty sure that she remembered the fleshy, medial ring spreading her on each thrust, which meant it went at least past the halfway point... Curiosity driving the mare, she spread her hooves at what she estimated was the right length on the sleeping donkey’s dong, then brought them to her belly to give herself an estimation.

She gulped as she saw where her upper hoof stood: somewhere between the space where her pelvis ended and her ribcage began. Picturing the hard male meat penetrating her so far brought a new wave of warmth to Applejack’s lower section, now feeling more empty than ever. She bit her lower lip as her hoof found its way to her other lips. Her eyes wandered from the pink, flared tip, down along his length and following the bulging veins with attention, all the way to his swollen sheath. Her gaze stopped on the pair of large balls hanging beneath it.

With one hoof busy rubbing her marehood, the other slowly reached to the massive orbs. She cupped one of them in her hoof and lifted it making Sal’s cock twitch in response. Applejack licked her lips as she got a feel of his big testicle’s weight... It was more than she expected, more than what seemed reasonable. She could only imagine the deluge of semen these could produce, enough to flood her womb above its capacity and turn her into a sperm fountain with each powerful, warm shot being injected into her.

Applejack’s hoof circled her clitoris as the perverted thoughts took over her mind, until it became too much to bear. Her pussy clenching, she fell on her back. She quickly got her other forehoof to work on her sensitive vulva. Her back arched under a powerful spasm and she let out a strangled whinny as she came.

She lied down, her chest heaving while she slowly gathered her wits. Sal stirred and opened bleary eyes. He gave a quick glance at Applejack, brought his hooves under him and sat up. One huge yawn later, he gave her a little nod.

“Good mornin’, pardner," Applejack said, a bit out of breath.

“Morning,” Sal answered mid-yawn. He scratched the back of his head. “Sleep well?”

“Huh huh,” she answered absent-mindedly, her eyes set on his virile member, sadly shrinking back into its hiding place. She blinked a few times and shook her head to clear her thoughts. ‘

Eeyup... Still in heat,’ she told herself... But for once, that idea didn’t bother her as much as it used to. Before, estrus meant embarrassing moments, loss of control and a lot of frustration, but that morning, she saw it as a chance to have the best sex in her life. Of course, her hormones were certainly influencing her point of view, but who was she to deny the needs of her own body?

Before anyone could say anything else, a loud, gurgling groan came from Applejack’s belly. Both her and Salud stared at her tummy, more and more impressed as it went on for longer than what seemed possible.

“Guess that means breakfast?” the donkey asked, after the eldritch monster inhabiting Applejack’s gut finally stopped its infernal moaning.

“Guess so,” she answered with a chuckle. With a twist of her spine, she rolled over to her hooves and stood up.

“Sorry for imposin’ on you like that," she said while dusting herself.

“Don’t worry. It’s not like I have anything fancy to give you.” He headed for the old wooden crate holding his supplies. “I can spare another can of beans.”

“Beans?” Applejack asked, raising an eyebrow. “Is that all you got?”

“Well,” Sal answered with his muzzle buried in the crate, “if you don’t want baked beans, I have some chili.”

“That’s beans too…”

“Yeah, but with spices!”

She only stared at him, until another gurgling moan from her belly made her sigh. “Fine. Let’s try the chili.”

The “table” was quickly set and the two equines began eating quietly, the meal’s coldness somewhat compensated by the generous amount of hot peppers mixed into it. Applejack’s eyes wandered lazily around the cave, now illuminated by bright sunshine, as if the previous day’s storm had never happened at all.

“Say,” the farm mare said between two mouthfuls. “What was with that storm yesterday? Did somepony mess the weather up?”

“What do you mean?”

Applejack shrugged. “The only times I’ve seen weather like this, the pegasi had gotten their schedule wrong and had to compensate with a big thunder storm. Not sure what a sand storm would be good for, though…”

Sal scratched his head. “Aren’t any pegasi around here," he said. "Storms just happen.”

“T–They do?” Applejack blinked a few times, staring at Sal’s unfazed expression. “You mean it’s like the… Everfree Forest?”

“Don’t know what that is,” Sal answered with a shrug.

“Plants grow on their own,” Applejack said, keeping her voice quiet, as if the mere mention of the dark forest could cause a disaster, “the clouds move without anypony to push them…”

“Oh… Guess it’s like that, then. Not many clouds around here, though. We get rain… five, maybe ten days each year. Water comes from the glacier on the mountain.” The donkey tapped his chin in thought. “Think there’s some kind of treaty with the ponies. To get enough snow or something.”

Applejack only hummed, wondering how wild this desert actually was.

“Ponies really make weather?” Salud asked.

“Oh. Yeah, the pegasi do,” Applejack answered. “They’ve got some big fancy factory in Cloudsdale to make all kinds of clouds. Mah friend Rainbow Dash takes care of the sky in Ponyville.”

“Huh… Weird,” the jack said.

“What’s weird?”

“Making weather. Making clouds in a factory...” He shook his head. “Sounds like some kinda joke.”

“It’s true,” Applejack answered. “Ah saw it mahself.”

“I believe you,” he told her with a shrug. “But it’s still weird.”

“Well, Ah think it’s weird to leave the weather on its own,” Applejack retorted.

As an answer, the donkey only shrugged once more and focused back on his food.

Applejack felt like adding something, but her belly grumbled angrily. She looked down at her barrel and frowned, then went back to sating her impatient stomach, while distracting herself by watching Salud’s giant ears twitch at every noise echoing around the mine. Said noise came mostly from Applejack’s guts, though... She was starting to wonder if she’d come down with some kind of disease when the explanation came in the form of a rising pressure in her lower body, trying hard to find is way out.

“Whoa, Nelly…” she muttered to herself.

Sal raised his brow. “Something wrong?”

“Uh… Ah’m startin’ to think eatin’ so many beans might not have been such a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Well… You know,” Applejack said. When the jack only gave her a flat look, she cleared her throat and added: “fermentation.”

“Ah.” Sal nodded in understanding. “Gas buildup. Yeah, that can be a problem. I know, I’m a miner.” He grinned at his own joke. “Best thing is to let it out in a safe and controlled manner…”

Applejack stared and blinked as he took on an expression of intense concentration. It was quickly followed by a sound reminding her of an angry horn layer mistreating his instrument. A bit like in that free jazz record Twilight had made her listen to, that one time...

When he was finished, Salud chuckled a few times. Applejack answered by a slow raising of her eyebrow and a “seriously?”

“What?” the donkey asked with a shrug. When Applejack only kept staring at him, he huffed and looked aside. “Sorry... Hmpf. Fancy ponies..." he grumbled. "Need to loosen up...”

“Fancy? You think Ah’m fancy?”

“Well, aren’t you?”

Applejack opened her mouth to answer, but failed to find any words. Thankfully, another part of her head something to say... She grit her teeth and began to release the extra pressure, first starting with a meek and high-pitched sound that came close to a deflating balloon. As the seconds ticked by, she modulated it into a vague melody, working as best as she could with the limitations of such an instrument, until, after briefly pausing on a high note, she concluded her solo by putting everything she had left in her into the deepest and loudest blow her body could muster.

For the next five seconds, her foghorn-level flatulence resonated in the mine.

“Whoo-wee!” Applejack shouted, grabbing her hat in a hoof and fanning her face with it. “Try and top that, mister!”

“Sweet mother of the sun..."

“Hey! You started it,” Applejack said with a small grin.

Salud stared at her with wide eyes, looking torn between fear and admiration, like an adventurer observing a mythical monster.

“Yeah… That was… Err… Something.” He scratched the back of his head. “Won’t call you fancy again…”

“Darn tootin’!” Her face scrunched up for a moment as she tried to figure out if that was an insult or not, but she let it go with a mental shrug.

Silence fell on the two equines, until Salud cleared his throat and offered: “Fresh air?”

“Great idea!” Applejack said with a quick nod.

They both sprung up, grabbed their respective belongings and rushed out of the mine. Outside, they smiled at the scorching desert sun and enjoyed the warm air, barely refreshed by the dust-filled winds sweeping over the desert. Still a lot better than inside that cave...

Applejack observed the desolate lands, her eyes squinting from the excessive sunlight. The San Palomino desert seemed to deserve its name more than any other desert. The mountainous ridge she was standing on wasn’t particularly high, but it was already enough to give her a view of most of the desert and she barely saw anything but sand, rocks, dust and dried dirt. There was a stream flowing from the north. Had she not seen some maps of the region in school, she wouldn’t have believed that this was one of the many rivers coming all the way from the Canterlot mountains. What started as a humongous waterfall back there dried up into a tiny stream over here. She could actually see the area where the river disappeared altogether, swallowed by the sands.

That water was still enough to bring a little bit of vegetation. In turn, that brought a few minuscule settlements dotting the landscape here and there, but aside from these, there was absolutely nothing for thousands and thousands of furlongs. A cold chill ran down Applejack's spine when she thought of the way she ended up here. In the darkness and with the storm going on, it was a small miracle that she didn’t get lost. Had she wandered into that hostile expanse, she might never have found her way back…

“Looks like this’ll be a nice day,” Sal said next to her. He stretched his limbs a few times before standing up and slinging what passed for saddlebags -a couple of burlap sacks tied together by a length of rope- on his back. “Well, time to get back home.” He smiled and gave Applejack a little nod. “Been nice meeting you. Be careful on the way back," he said and, with that, began to walk away.

The mare needed a few moments to gather her wits, during which she stared dumbly at the donkey, slowly putting more distance between them. The casualness of his goodbye had left her hooves stuck to the ground. Less than a day earlier, they were rutting like wild animals and now, he was leaving with nothing more than a “howdy”. Like a perfect stranger…

“Which he is”, she thought to herself. Applejack hardly knew anything about him besides his name. She literally knew more about his genitals than the rest of him... “Ah just had a romp with a guy Ah don’t even know... What does that make me?” she wondered. Despite her best efforts, she had a hard time coming up with an answer that wasn’t “a slut”.

Was that it? Was that the kind of pony she was now? She knew a few girls in Ponyville that led that kind of life: taking advantage of their estrus to rut as many stallions as possible, then going back to business as usual, like nothing had happened. Of course, they had to leave Ponyville to have their fun, since it was the kind of one-horse town where nopony could keep a secret for long, but it didn’t take that long of a train ride to get to one of the big cities like Fillydelphia or Baltimare... Big cities with big dance clubs and big bars that had no other purpose than let ponies meet other ponies, with near-complete anonymity.

That didn’t stop everypony in Ponyville to know exactly who were the usuals to these clubs, though. It didn’t take a genius to understand why Shoeshine “visited her relatives” for a few days every three weeks or so, or why Amethyst Star had to take care of some mysterious business out of town at a similar schedule…

All in all, there were maybe a dozen such fillies in Ponyville. Heatmares... That was what everypony called them when the rumors were circulating in town. Some used that word like an insult. Some used it with condescendence. Some even with envy, the ones who wanted to, but didn’t have the guts to imitate them… Applejack wasn’t really one for gossip, but she still used to think that she was better than those. That she wasn’t one to succumb to primal instincts and behave like a wild animal. At least, until now...

She watched the jack, already a short distance away. “No… Ah’m not that kind of pony," she told herself. With a determined frown, she secured her saddlebags on her back and took off after him.

“Hey! Wait up!” she called. He stopped and turned around, standing in place until she caught up. “You mind if Ah come with you?” she asked.

Salud stared at her for a while, his brow furrowed. After what might have been a whole minute, he simply asked “why?”

“Huh?”

“Why do you want to come?”

Applejack froze for a moment, caught off guard by his question. “Well… Ah… just wanted to spend some more time with ya, Ah suppose…”

Sal kept staring at her, completely silent, his eyes fixated on hers. Applejack fidgeted a little. She cleared her throat, feeling uncomfortable as she realized how loud it came out. “Is that how Fluttershy feels all the time?” she idly wondered.

The jack finally closed his eyes and sighed. “Look,” he said softly. “There’s a reason I live in the middle of the desert. I wanna be alone, okay?” The look of shock on Applejack’s face must have been more obvious than she thought, considering how he winced. ”You’re nice and all,” he added, “but I just don’t want a wife... or a girlfriend or anything. I don’t even have a pet. Last night was fun…” He grinned for a bit. “Really fun… but I don't want it to become something more serious. I…” He groaned. “I’m not good for that kind of talk,” he mumbled. “What I’m trying to say is that if you’re looking for a boyfriend, it’s really not going to work, so we should save the both of us some headaches…”

“Ah’m not looking for a boyfriend,” Applejack told him, giving him an honest smile. “Heck, with all the work Ah have on the farm, Ah don’t even have time for a boyfriend.”

“Then… what?”

"Well, Ah... Ah can't just... roll in the hay with you and then sneak off like a thief," she said, smiling timidly. "It'd make me feel like… an animal. I just want to get to know you, as a pony, not a... sex toy."

Salud scratched his chin with a hoof. "Sounds like a relationship, doesn't it?"

"More like friendship, Ah think." Applejack adjusted her hat a bit. "Ah'm honestly not trying to hook you up or anythin'. How about Ah stay for the day and Ah'll leave first thing tomorrow? Ah gotta get back to work, anyway."

"Just friends, huh?" A thin smile appeared on Sal’s muzzle. "Hmm... Yeah. I can do that… Let’s get going, then."

Applejack nodded and came to walk by his side. The two of them began their ascension on a rocky path winding up the mountains. They chatted idly on their way, Applejack talking about the Apples and their apples, while Salud told her a bit about the several mines he owned. He explained how he had bought them from a retiring prospector a few years ago, but had hardly dug enough precious metals to make it worth the investment.

Time passed and as they went higher, rocks began to dominate everything. No plants except for a few scrawny shrubs, no dirt, not even sand… Nothing but reddish rocks in all size and shapes. “Pinkie’s sister would have had a grand time here,” Applejack thought while they crossed a pile of rubble that had detached from the cliff wall.

Like the two equines climbing the mountain, the sun climbed up into the sky, seeming to try its best to fry them. Thankfully, higher altitude meant more wind, keeping the air at a manageable temperature.

As the trail did yet another u-turn to climb higher, Applejack took advantage of a large overhanging boulder to pause in the shade for a minute. Salud joined her silently and pulled a canteen out of his sack.

“This place is beyond desolate...” the mare thought out loud. “Do you really live up there, all by yourself?”

Sal took a few swigs of water before answering. “I like the quiet. Also, the other versant isn’t that bad. You’ll see...."

“Good,” Applejack said. “Ah like trekking, but the heat is getting tiring.”

“When you say ‘heat’,” the jack said with a smirk, “you mean from the Sun or from your rear end?”

“Smartass… And since you asked, Ah meant both," she answered with a smug smile.

“Oh? Gotta get someplace cool to take care of that, then.”

“That sounds tempting,” Applejack said slyly. “Ah’m not burnin’ up like yesterday, but that fire could still use a dousin’, if you know what Ah mean...”

“Sounds serious,” Sal answered, chuckling a few times. “Better act before it spreads..."

Applejack smiled and wasted no time getting herself into a properly inviting position, legs firm on the ground and tail high in the air...

Her smile faltered very fast when Salud simply walked past her and went up on the trail.

“Hey! Ah thought you said...”

“What?” The jack watched over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow when he saw Applejack’s stance. “Oh come on. Not here!”

“Why not?”

“My house’s just over that ridge,” he said, pointing at a nearby rocky outcropping.

The mare pouted and straightened up. “You’re just a big tease, ain’tcha?” she said, hurrying to catch up. “Didn’t you have enough fun last night?”

“What do you mean?”

“What Ah mean? Ah mean all that turnin’ around me and sniffin’ me and makin’ me go crazy…” She gave him a sour look. “You made me beg, for pony’s sake!”

Salud shrugged. “Just getting you ready... A good rutting takes preparation.”

“Ah was ready three days ago! Do you have any idea what Ah’ve been through? The least you could do is not make me wait anymore.”

“Okay, okay, I get it, but I’m not going to mount you right here and now.”

“Why not?” Applejack asked in a husky tone. "It's not like anypony's around to see us...”

"Because... we're outside... Why do I have to explain this?" Sal shook his head. "Let's just go."

Applejack pouted, but followed the jack on the trail while her loins became increasingly hot and tender. Waiting until they arrived to his place sounded more and more difficult.

But maybe she didn't have to... The farm-mare grinned slyly and accelerated a bit, walking a few steps ahead. "You know what's nice about a walk in the mountain?" she asked.

"What?"

"The view you can get..." Casually, Applejack lifted her tail a little. "Sometimes, it's just breathtaking." Her tail went higher...

As the donkey behind her didn't answer, she peeked over her shoulder. When she saw his eyes focused on her rear end, she smirked and uncovered her pussy completely. "Ah don't know 'bout you, but Ah never get tired of it."

“It is nice,” Sal said, not once taking his gaze off of her mare parts. Instinctively, Applejack’s vagina began contracting and relaxing at a steady pace, showing off her puffy lips with every wink. “Very nice…” the jack muttered.

Applejack walked forward, following the trail up and making sure to add extra sway to her hips. She looked behind to check how far her stud was following. Salud was matching his pace to hers, seemingly hypnotized by her rear end. She decided to use that to her advantage to have a little fun and, without warning, took a step back. As expected, it resulted in his muzzle bumping into her privates.

“Whoops!” Applejack said coyly. Sal grunted, but made no effort to move back. “Looks like I misstepped,” she told him. Like most of her lies, this one wasn’t even remotely credible, especially since she was grinding herself up and down, but that was hardly the point, after all... “Sorry about– Eep!” The girlish squeal came out of her unexpectedly, just like the donkey’s tongue went inside her pussy. He lapped up her folds like he was dying of thirst and she was a fountain, greedily licking her lips, probing her entrance and digging as deep as he could reach. In no time, Applejack found herself moaning, her butt jiggling with every involuntarily twitch of her legs.

Salud pulled back, panting on her sensitive flesh just as hard as she was, making her burning hot pussy tingle all the more. With stiff movements, he walked past Applejack, nodding at her to follow. She couldn’t help but feel disappointed for a second that she hadn’t managed to break his control yet, but comforted herself when she spotted the fleshy pole poking out of his sheath.

This time, Applejack was the one following, with her eyes set on his private parts. Every step seemed to make his cock hang a little lower. Every step made it swing left and right, like a pendulum trying to hypnotize her. As it grew bigger, Sal was having a harder time walking, his virile member reaching almost all the way to the ground and bumping on his legs when it swung a little too hard.

With her attention completely taken by the mighty penis dangling in front of her, Applejack almost failed to notice that the trail finally made a sharp turn around a large boulder. On the other side, it opened up to a small plateau, as if a large chunk of the mountain had been carved out to leave some flat room between the edge and the steep cliff leading up to the summit above. A tiny waterfall poured from somewhere near the top and into a pond that allowed a little patch of vegetation to grow. Not far from there, a simple hut-like house stood, built mostly out of stone that made it blend with the surroundings.

Applejack observed the area, awestruck. Her hooves took her near the ledge that dominated the valley below. In the distance, she could see many landmarks of Equestria: to her right was the southern edge of Ghastly Gorge. Canterlot Mountain stood in the distance, with Ponyville below. In front of her were the White Tail Woods and the hills delimiting Equestria’s southern border. And, far to her left, she could see the gigantic cloud structures of Las Pegasus…

“Sweet apple pie,” she muttered to herself. “That view actually is breathtaking...”

Behind her, Salud cleared his throat. Applejack didn't turn around, only looking over her shoulder and keeping her rump pointed at him. Her tail swished from side to side, saturating the air with the scent of her heat.

"Come on," the jack said, "my house is just over there..."

Applejack watched the modest building for a second. She brought her eyes back to the donkey and grinned. "Ah think Ah'm gonna stay right here," she said. “Ah like bein’ out o’ doors…” She gave Sal a look that "lusty" hardly begun to describe. "Would you mind doin' me a favor?"

"W– What?"

Applejack leaned forward and spread her hind legs a bit. "Fuck me," she told him lowly.

Sal gulped, his eyes wandering over her hindquarters. Applejack jiggled her toned rump, trying to break the last of his restraint. He grunted, while his member slapped against his underbelly.

"Sure you don't want to come inside?" he asked, panting a little. "I have a bed..."

Applejack stared straight into his eyes and licked her lips. "I'd rather have you... coming inside me..."

The jack's self control was impressive... Almost as impressive as the tremendous erection hanging under him. He held strong for nearly a minute, watching Applejack's swaying butt and her dripping, winking pussy. The mare was about to give up and accept his invitation when he finally snapped.

Sal let out a feral roar and rushed forward. He reared and slammed his weight on Applejack's back so hard that she nearly collapsed. Immediately, she felt his hard rod poking and probing around her rump.

Unfortunately, in his lustful, near demented state, the jack was unable to align himself properly.

"Unf! Easy there… Slow down!" Applejack said, her voice shaking just like the rest of her under his frenzied humping.

She couldn't tell if Sal didn't hear or didn't care, but he didn't slow at all. Eventually, he managed to lodge his penis somewhere, although it wasn't where she had hoped: using her teats as guides, he slid his dick between them and under her barrel. Apparently satisfied with having something rubbing at least half of his cock, he thrusted himself back and forth as fast as possible against her soft belly.

Taken by surprise, Applejack didn't really think about her next actions. By reflex, she lowered her head between her forelegs to look at her underside. Her eyes found themselves only a short distance from the donkey's penis, just in time to notice the pink tip swelling dangerously. Like a spooked deer, she remained frozen, unable to react in time to the incoming disaster...

On her back, Sal grunted and thrust himself forward one last time. Below her, his flared glans stopped under her chest and shot the first gout of semen straight into her face.

She yelped in surprise, unfortunately allowing a portion of the second jet to reach inside her mouth.

With her brain too busy trying to decide whether she should be yelling or keeping her mouth shut, she failed to make the simple decision of moving her head away, instead getting soaked with the rest of Sal's copious load. When the shower was finished and her mind had processed what had just happened at last... only then did she move away, spitting and groaning despondently.

“Ahhh, that felt good,” she heard Sal say from his perch on her back. She turned her head to glare at him wordlessly. “Whoah! What the–” He recoiled a bit as he saw her cum-soaked face. “Uh… Sorry?”

Applejack huffed. “Get off me,” she groused. “Gotta clean this up.”

Once she was no longer supporting his weight, the mare walked to the nearby water pond and dunked her head in, scrubbing with her hooves to remove the sticky semen from her fur and rinsing her mouth a few times. After her quick bath, she walked back to the edge of the plateau, taking advantage of the hot, desert wind to dry herself.

Salud came to sit next to her, offering Applejack her hat, which had been miraculously spared from the sticky mess.

"Sorry," he said. "Didn't really see what was going on..."

Applejack sighed and put her trusty stetson back on her head. "Well, that was nasty,” she said, “but Ah've had worse with the pigs… Just don’t do that again, okay?"

"Pigs?"

"We keep a few on the farm," she explained.

"Really?" He stared and blinked a few times at her. "What for?"

"That's an old story. Older than me, actually." Applejack watched the tiny dot that was Sweet Apple Acres in the distance. "Years ago, a bunch of vampire fruit bats showed up and sucked all the apples in our orchards dry. Nasty critters, those are," she spat. "Those were some hard times for the family… Nopony would buy dried, half rotten apple cores. But pigs aren’t so picky. The thing is, a hog’ll eat just damn near anythin’, so mah great-grandparents started raisin’ pigs and we just... never stopped. There’re always some bruised apples to give’em and it brings us some extra bits.”

“But... what do you actually do with them?” Salud asked.

“We sell them. Gryphons love the meat…” Applejack chuckled when she saw the donkey shudder and grimace. “It’s better not to think too much ‘bout that,” she told him. Trying to change the subject for both of their sakes, she looked at the equestrian landscape and asked: “So… Ever been to Equestria?”

“No.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Yeah… I stay here most of the time. Only go down to visit my family once in a while.” He pointed at what appeared to be a small village near the river.

Applejack watched the tiny settlement. It seemed relatively close, maybe a three or four hours walk away… “You don’t go any further than that? Ain’t that kind of… I don’t know… dull?”

Salud didn’t answer straight away. “You travel a lot?” he simply asked after a moment of silence.

“Ah wouldn’t say ‘a lot’,” Applejack answered. “But Ah’ve been places. Canterlot isn’t far from Ponyville,” she said, pointing at the sharp mountain on the horizon. “So, Ah’ve been there a few times. “Ah’ve been to Las Pegasus, too,” she pointed at the extravagant city. “It’s worth seeing at least once… Ah tried living in Manehattan when Ah was just a filly, but city life isn’t for me. Ah’m much happier on the farm.”

The two equines stayed there for a minute, staring silently at the landscape.

“You’re not much of a talker,” Applejack said quietly.

“No…”

“Heh. Still not as bad as mah brother,” she said with a chuckle. “It’s hard to get him to say more than ‘eeyup’ or ‘nope’... Ah think it’s cause he’s really shy. You’re a shy one, too?”

“Maybe... “ Sal hummed in thought. “I try not to talk so I don’t say too much stupid stuff,” he finally said.

Applejack blinked a few times. “Ah can’t tell if that’s really wise or just plain dumb,” she said.

He shrugged. “Let’s go with wise, then...”

Applejack chuckled softly and scooted a bit further to him. She leaned against his broad shoulders, closed her eyes and left her mind drift out peacefully. “Ah’m glad Ah ended up here… It’s been so long since Ah’ve taken some vacation,” she murmured, half to herself and half to him. “Ah’d almost forgotten what it’s like to relax…”

With her eyes closed, her other senses soon took over. She heard the water gurgling, the wind rustling faintly in the small patch of grass around the pond and the jack’s slow, steady breathing next to her. She felt his slightly coarse fur against her own, carressing and tickling her at the same time. His musky scent and warm body made her feel safe… And made her intimate parts tingle again. She leaned in even closer.

“Relaxing...” Sal said quietly. “Maybe I can help with that.”

“Hmmm? Ah hope we’re thinking of the same kind of help…”

“I know what you’re hoping for,” he chuckled. “I can smell it.”

Applejack opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow at him. Sal simply nodded down, bringing her gaze to his midsection. She bit her lip when she saw his already semi-hard shaft inflating slowly in front of her. “You still owe me a good ruttin’,” she said, not bothering to look back up at his face. “Think you can get it right this time?”

“How about we try something a little different?” he answered mysteriously. He stood up, his cock bobbing up and down, imitated by Applejack’s head as she followed the movement. “Come on.”

Reluctantly, the mare got to her hooves and walked behind him. Only a few steps away, when they reached a patch of relatively thick grass, Salud stopped and pointed at the natural green carpet. “Lie down. Make yourself comfortable,” he said with a gentle smile.

“What are you plannin’ to do?” Applejack asked.

“You’ll see… Don’t worry, I don’t have anything freaky in mind.”

Shrugging, Applejack complied and lowered herself to the ground, legs folded under her body.

“Now, relax,” the jack commanded as he moved behind her.

Applejack wriggled a little to find the most comfortable position, then lowered her head to the ground and closed her eyes. She breathed in and out slowly, trying to blow the tension out of her body.

“Perfect,” she heard Sal say. “Now, just stay like that.”

Applejack heard the thumping of his hooves. Instinctively, she swished her tail out of the way, hoping to catch his attention. From the sound of his steps, she estimated that he was standing above her... She felt a hoof on her back and tensed a little, anticipating more.

“Relax,” Sal whispered.

His hoof pressed a little on her back. Another joined it on the other side of her spine. They both moved up, then down and back up again in a slow circuit, kneading her shoulders gently. Applejack hummed in pleasure, her muscles feeling like they were being uncrumpled and put back into a normal, untensed state after weeks of stress. Sal’s hooves moved up a bit, working on the base of her neck. Applejack’s head sagged on the ground, the mare letting herself unwind completely.

“You’re really muscled for a mare,” Sal said.

“Hmmm hmmm… Ah work hard…” Applejack mumbled in the grass.

“Let’s get these muscles all relaxed…”

The jack’s hooves went back down, spending some time on her withers, before going further south. They rubbed the hollow of her back for a minute or two, then began to scale the mound of her rump. Applejack moaned while Sal kneaded her flank like dough, his hooves getting ever closer to her flower, yet never touching it. She squirmed a little and flicked her tail. Her pussy was winking on its own again.

“Looks like those muscles need a massage, too,” Sal said slyly.

“Quit teasin’ already,” Applejack muttered.

Her command was quickly obeyed. Applejack almost immediately felt a hoof pressing on her hungry lips. No… Not a hoof, she realized, the thing being smaller and squishier... Salud forced the tip of his penis inside her, but didn’t put anymore right away. Instead, he went back to massaging her rump while making tiny, almost unnoticeable thrusts.

Applejack let out a pleasured sigh when his hooves moved up on her back and his member followed suit, plunging inside her ever so slowly and giving her time to feel every single fold in her vagina being stretched out. Again, he lingered there for a while, working the knots out of her muscles -in and out-.

Sal leaned slightly on Applejack’s back to reach her shoulders again. She felt a stretch on her vulva letting her know that his medial ring had slid inside her. It took a moment longer and several more centimeters before she felt the pressure of his glans bottoming out against her womb. She let out a loud moan, almost orgasming from the mere thought of being so completely penetrated.

The massage resumed after a brief pause. First on her back, where Sal’s hooves wandered from below her shoulders to her neck and secondly inside her vagina. The jack pulled out slowly, only a little, then pushed back even slower. He built up a rhythm out of these sluggish thrusts that had Applejack moaning and sighing with abandon, her body completely limp save for the occasional squeeze from her pussy. As much as she had enjoyed being fucked real hard before, she couldn’t deny that this brand of full-body massage was immensely enjoyable too...

Especially since it seemed that it would never stop. Second after second, minute after minute, her flesh was rubbed tenderly by skilled hooves and an equally skilled penis. With every passing moment, Applejack’s heart sped up a bit. Progressively, her moans and sighs were replaced by screaming and panting.

“More… Harder… Faster…” She yelled her commands at the stud so masterfully exciting her. He followed the orders, picking up the pace and bringing her closer to the edge with every spearing thrust.

Applejack found the little strength left in her muscles when she finally reached her orgasm, her whole body clenching at once. Sal gently rubbed her back, his cock remaining immobile, locked by a powerful squeeze while she wound down. Even after she went limp, more than she had ever been, he stayed still.

“So,” he whispered, bringing his mouth near her ears, “was that relaxing?”

“Hmmmmmm,” was her only answer.

“Think I should get you more relaxed...” he muttered.

Acting on his words, he moved back a bit, leaving maybe two-thirds of his penis inside Applejack and bringing his hooves around the middle of her back. The massage then started again, slow as molasses… Again, Applejack moaned at first, then screamed when she wanted more, needed more. At her request, she was granted another shuddering orgasm…

And it all started again as soon as she had calmed down a little, the gentle treatment overloading her brain with pleasure. This time, she couldn’t even talk coherently anymore, left a helpless plaything to the intense massage and going from blissful lows to body-wracking highs. Time seemed to become soft and malleable, with Applejack unable to tell a second from an hour. She was only aware of the jack rubbing her body in the most delightful ways, over and over again with no end in sight…

Eventually, Salud paused for a moment, resting his weight on her back and keeping his penis sheathed deep inside her. Applejack moaned in the grass, feeling as comfortable as after a thousand sessions at the spa. She could feel the jack’s chest rising and falling against her withers as he breathed heavily.

“Darn it,” she mumbled. “You’re good… Don’t know how many times I came.”

“Six,” he answered.

“You… keep count?”

“Hmm… You must be really sensitive. Didn’t even know that was possible.”

As if to prove his point, he pulled back a little before stuffing his dick back in. Applejack sighed again in response.

“Yeah… So sensitive...” he whispered.

“Must be the heat,” Applejack answered weakly. “It makes me hornier than you can imagine...”

“Let’s have fun while it lasts, then.”

Slowly, Sal withdrew almost completely out of her. Even slower, he pushed himself back in, making his cock seem impossibly long to Applejack. She only sighed at first, but was moaning without restraint before he reached the end. As soon as his tip had kissed the entrance to her womb, he pulled back again, not going any faster. The rhythmic thrusting had her feeling woozy, stars dancing under her closed eyelids. Again, time seemed to dilate while she was transported into a universe of full bliss.

For what felt like hours, Applejack let herself focus on nothing except the incredible sensual experience. The world around her could have exploded and she wouldn’t have realized it. She only paid attention to the cock driving in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster when she was close to another orgasm. It reached every fold, every spot, every nerve ending existing between her entrance and her bottom. It throbbed and bent inside her, stretching her as much as she molded it.

Even outside of her pussy, she was only aware of the male’s weight on her back, of his slick fur getting wetter with sweat. She felt his hot breath on her neck, rustling her mane. She smelled his scent surrounding her completely and mixing with hers. She heard him panting and grunting, at least when she wasn’t covering his noises with her screaming.

And she came…

She came and came, every orgasm being nothing but a starting point for the next one. Her muscles clenched and relaxed with every climax, leaving her a little more drained each time, but certainly not wanting it to stop…

With time, Salud’s pace became faster, more aggressive. His breathing turned into loud panting, his cock throbbed more often, dancing inside Applejack’s pussy at the rhythm of his heartbeat. His grunts took on a tone of urgency. His hooves held tighter around her...

In some distant corner of her mind, Applejack recognized all the signs that the jack was getting close to a climax himself, but she was too far gone to do anything more than register the information. A few hard thrusts brought her to a new orgasm of her own.

Salud paused, his cock buried to the hilt in her. “That was… twelve,” he grunted more than he said. He waited in silence for a few seconds, either getting his breath back or expecting an answer. In her state, Applejack couldn’t do anything but mumble incoherent nonsense…

“One last time,” he said. “For good luck…”

The jack tried to start slowly, as before, but his own control had apparently grown too thin by then. After only a couple of gentle thrusts, he picked up the pace, growing more forceful with each move. His cock seemed to crave the mare’s depths, refusing to stay out for more than a second at a time. And each time it plunged back into her, it had to bury itself all the way in.

Sal groaned loudly, working his hips faster and harder until his weight rocked Applejack forward, forcing her to prop her forehooves on the ground just to stay in place. His cock flared, stretching her vaginal walls just a bit more...

That was all she needed.

Applejack tensed and whinnied, vocalising her pleasure in the most feral way. Above her, Salud did the same with a deafening bray. His rock-hard penis lodged itself deep into her. Applejack’s pussy squeezed it, making sure to keep it firmly in place, demanding it to unload his burning seed straight into her hungry womb. For a few seconds, the two lovers shared that infinite bliss, both bodies locked into the mutual orgasm and wishing that it could go on forever.

Unfortunately, it had to end… Applejack felt the jack rest on her back, his legs seeming to lose all strength and his whole body going limp instantly. On her part, she was unable to move even the tip of her hooves for what might have been a minute or two. She simply laid there, slowly getting her breath back while the last sounds of their animalistic screams echoed around the mountains.

Applejack sighed, her body feeling more relaxed than it had ever been before after that workout. “Now, that felt good,” she said, a goofy smile appearing on her lips. “Thanks, pardner. I needed that…”

She waited a bit for a reaction, raising an eyebrow after a while had passed without any response.

“Sal?” she called.

A loud snore was the only answer she got.

“Consarn it!”

Author's Note

Things almost turned serious in this chapter. Good thing I put in surprise facials and fart jokes!

Day 5

Sal’s eyes opened slowly, allowing him to see a big gray blur, right next to a darkish blob and a big splotch of light...

After rubbing a hoof over his eyes and blinking a few times, he opened them again, to see the inside of his home: plain stone walls with basically nothing that could pass as decoration, as well as simple and functional furniture: a wooden table with its assorted stools, cabinets and cupboards… He was lying on his bed, a straw mattress on a wooden plank which, somehow, was pretty comfortable.

He didn’t really remember getting in bed, though. Sal frowned as he tried to piece back together the previous day… He recalled the sexy orange mare accompanying him up the mountain. He recalled having some fun with her outside, near the pond… Then, he was in his bed, where they had more fun until the night came and they both fell asleep.

A little, contented smile appeared on his lips as he thought about the previous day’s activities. He stretched and yawned, still trying to decide between sleeping a bit more or waking up properly. Turning around his bed brought a little nagging thought to his mind, though: there was nopony lying next to him. He sat up and looked around...

Applejack was quickly found: she was sitting on the ground, her back turned to him and looking through a window. “Window” was a generous term, actually, since it was simply an opening without any sort of glass panel. In the hot and dry desert, there wasn’t much need for anything other than a wooden shutter to close it down in case of a sand storm… So, Applejack was just sitting perfectly still and staring in the distance through that glorified hole in the wall, either unaware or simply not caring that Salud was awake.

Before he got her attention, Sal took the chance to admire the mare from behind. No matter how much he looked at it, he couldn’t help but be fascinated by her body familiar and exotic at the same time. She looked almost like a jenny, but with distinct differences. The bright, flowing mane was the most obvious one. The cute, tiny ears were a close second. After that, it was just a matter of shape: a slightly longer, more slender face... Bigger hooves... A curvier back… An even curvier bottom…

That round and full butt always seemed to attract the jack’s gaze. The apples on each side only served to bring more attention to the firm and bountiful rump…

Salud shook his head before his thoughts could get away from him. As pleasant as that pony tushie was, he couldn’t let it hypnotize him so easily. He crawled out of bed and let his hooves clop on the hard stone floor, making Applejack’s ears twitch. Immediately, she peeked over her shoulder.

Salud gave her a nod and a smile, saying “Morning.”

“Good mornin’, friend,” she replied with a grin of her own. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah… You?”

“Sure. Ah’m much calmer today. Looks like mah heat’s finally dyin’ down. Thanks for speedin’ it up,” she said, giving him a wink.

“My pleasure.” Sal chuckled. “Didn’t mind at all…”

Applejack only hummed in response and turned her head to stare through the window again.

Salud decided to head into the kitchen part of his humble dwelling. “Hungry?” he asked the mare. “I got stuff other than beans this time…”

She didn’t answer, simply keeping her gaze on the verdant hills of Equestria.

“Hello?” Sal asked again. “Applejack?”

“Hmmm?” She looked at him, blinking a few times as if he had pulled her out of some daydream.

“Wanna eat something?”

“Oh. No, thanks… Not now.”

“You okay?” Sal asked quietly, while Applejack went back to stare in the distance. “Something on your mind?”

“Ah wonder if Apple Bloom has been doin’ her homework,” she mumbled, as much to herself than to him. “It’s almost summer, so she thinks about school less and less… And Ah wonder if Big Mac remembered to take care of the dead trees near the river… Ah left him with all my work to do and if he doesn’t keep up, Granny Smith is gonna try to do it, then she’ll get herself hurt...”

“Can’t be that bad,” Sal said, shrugging.

“Well, Ah’d rather be there to make sure… And Ah just miss the farm. It’s the same thing every time Ah leave…”

The jack furrowed his brow while he stared at her. “You’ve been gone for two days... and you’re homesick?”

“Ah guess Ah am.” She sighed once. “Only one cure for that... Ah’m gonna head back home. Ah hope you don’t mind.”

“Don’t worry about me,” Sal answered. “I told you I like solitude.”

“You really do?”

He nodded in confirmation, to which Applejack shrugged and declared: “to each their own, Ah guess…”

“So… It’s goodbye then?”

“Eeyup. Ah’ve already packed mah things,” she said, pointing at the saddlebags waiting in a corner. She turned around and walked a little closer to Sal, giving him a smile. “Ah gotta thank you for puttin’ up with me like you did. Ah just barged in without warnin’ and Ah feel like Ah’ve been pushin’ your hospitality a bit…”

Salud dismissed the thought with a wave of his hoof. “Don’t worry... First,” he said, “hospitality is the norm in the desert. Second, you’ve been a good guest… Very good...” He gave her a sly grin.

“Well, thanks anyway.” Applejack stepped forward and wrapped a foreleg around his withers, then pulled him into a hug, gentle but firm. After a few seconds of surprise, Sal eventually put his own leg around her.

He lowered his head a little, nuzzling her mane and marvelling once more at how smooth it was. Her whole body felt so soft, like her fur was made of velvet, that he couldn’t help but sigh and squeeze her a little tighter, like his own plush toy.

Applejack nuzzled his neck a little while, until she pulled back and separated herself from him. They both watched each other for a moment in an awkward kind of silence...

“Hey,” Applejack finally whispered. “Ah have to go, but a few minutes won’t make much of a difference… How about Ah thank you properly?”

“Hmm? What do you have in mind?” Sal did his best to play dumb and keep a neutral expression, even if he had a pretty clear idea of what the frisky pony had in mind...

“Why don’t you lie down on the bed and find out…”

The donkey chuckled and played along. He hopped on the mattress, then rolled onto his back. Applejack approached and sat on the ground next to him. In that position, she found herself with her forelegs free and at an interesting height… Between the anticipation and the faint smell of sex that had impregnated the bedding, Salud’s member began to creep out of its hiding place already.

Applejack grinned and reached forward with a hoof. She pressed on the sensitive flesh, making Sal wince and groan. She quickly pulled back and gave him a surprised look.

“Horseshoe,” he said with a frown.

Applejack blinked a few times, then stared at the underside of her shod hoof. “Sorry…” she muttered. She reached forward again, this time carefully resting the joint of her pastern on Sal’s cock. She began rubbing it slowly. “Better?” she asked.

“Much better,” he answered, watching the orange hoof moving up and down. The soft fur felt like silk on his member, encouraging its growth. Sal sighed in pleasure as Applejack had progressively more and more cockflesh to play with.

Having his dick rubbed from only one end was only half the pleasure he could have hoped for, though. Without saying a word, Sal reached to Applejack’s other foreleg and tugged it up. The mare let him guide her second hoof under his cock and quickly understood his intention. Gently squeezing him between her two pasterns, she began to properly jack him off. Slow and steady, the soft legs rubbed along his sensitive skin, sending tingles of pleasure through his body. He kept his own hooves away, doing nothing except watch his dick grow bigger and harder with every stroke.

Applejack matched her rhythm to his growing size, going from slow and gentle caresses to vigorous rubs. Sal let his head fall back and closed his eyes, focusing purely on tactile sensations of the hoofjob. He shuddered every time the mare fondled the base of his member, near his sheath. He grunted when she moved up and rubbed his medial ring. He moaned when she concentrated on his sensitive tip for a moment. Her hooves moved all over, leaving no part of his rod unattended.

Sal’s moans suddenly turned to a gasp when he felt a pressure on his broad cocktip. Something warm and moist wrapped around it... Eyes wide, he looked down, only to see a blonde mane blocking his view. The feeling remained, though, his whole glans now surrounded by Applejack’s mouth. Apparently satisfied with this position, she began moving her hooves up and down again, forcing a lewd grunt out of the donkey. She forced even more of these out when she started rolling her tongue around his tip, playing with it like with a piece of candy.

Sal’s sweat began to build up on his coat. He panted, his body desperately fighting a losing battle against the growing heat he felt. The fight was made even harder by Applejack’s increasingly valiant efforts on his cock. She bobbed her head up and down in time with her hooves and sucked hard, using her cheeks and tongue to form a delicious fleshy prison around his throbbing penis. Sal closed his eyes, concentrating to keep himself from going over the edge too fast, although he had little hope at that point…

Applejack paused for a few seconds, taking her breath back. But when she lowered her lovely mouth back to his glans, it was to lick it all over like an ice cream cone. One lap of her tongue reached the edge of his urethra, forcing Sal’s body into a violent twitch and making him groan louder than ever.

When he calmed down, he saw Applejack looking up at him with a smug grin. “Looks like you’re real sensitive there, huh?”

Salud did not answer. He didn’t have the time before Applejack poked her tongue out, letting just the tip rest against his slit… then flicked it and made him moan again. She chuckled, happy to have found a new way to play with her toy, then wasted no time slapping her tongue all over his glans and making sure to bring it every so often to the sensitive opening. She kissed it. She licked around it. She even forced the tip of her tongue a little bit inside.

Sal groaned and moaned. He twitched and tossed, his brain losing its grasp on muscles located too far from his groin. When Applejack resumed her hoofjob in addition to her tongue assault, he felt the last of his resistance erode completely.

It took a supreme effort of his will to grab her neck and pull back, even weakly. “S– Stop!” he wheezed out.

Applejack turned her eyes to him, giving him a quizzical look.

“Gonna… blow…” he explained lamely.

“Ahh, you didn’t have to hold back,” she said with an amused smile. “But since you did…”

The mare pulled back, but only so that she could climb on the bed... She waddled until she stood over him. “... we’ll have to finish you off properly, then,” she told him.

Applejack lowered her body until her soft barrel touched his cock, with her fleshy udder pressing gently against his balls. Then, slowly, she slid forward, dragging her tits along the entire length of Sal’s penis. When she reached the end, the jack instinctively flexed his muscles to get his dick standing up, aching for the sweet embrace of her vagina.

He didn’t have to wait for long, Applejack positioning the tip against her opening and heaving back in one smooth move. Sal let out a shuddering sigh as the warm and moist tunnel swallowed his member, going further and further down until there simply was no more room inside.

“Hngh…” Applejack grunted, her face just above his. “Darn it, that feels good…”

“Yeah…” he simply said with the little breath he had left.

The mare rocked forward, pulling a large part of his dick out, then leaned back until it was hilted again. Pony and donkey moaned simultaneously as she did.

“You wanna know a secret?” she asked, beginning to pant a little, too.

“What’s that?”

“Ah think that’s the first time Ah’m not the one being ridden…”

Sal raised an eyebrow. “You mean… being on top?”

“Eeyup….” She rocked herself one more time before finishing her sentence. “That seems fun,” she said with a chuckle. “Ah can see why the studs like it.”

“Well, I’m not complaining,” the jack told her while reaching for her butt with his forehooves. “You go ahead and do all the work for once!”

With a smile, Applejack adjusted her stance, getting all four of her hooves properly positioned around him for support, then moved up, slammed down, shifted forward and heaved back, working Sal’s cock in and out of her while he was happy to simply fondle her luscious rump. She found a rhythm that was easy enough to maintain, neither torturously slow nor aggressively fast; just comfortable, steady rocking motions. But she did vary the angle of her body now and then, forcing the hard dick to rub against different spots when she wanted to. From time to time, she stopped her humping completely in favor of some gyrations of her hips, slightly bending his cock left, right, up or down with her powerful internal muscles.

Already aroused to begin with, Sal had to fight to keep himself from blowing his load at every move. He forced himself to breathe at a regular pace, concentrating on his respiration as a way to keep control. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, everything he could to make the moment last longer, to enjoy Applejack’s perfect pony pussy, the flesh pressing around him, firm and soft at the same time, the warm and wet juices coating his dick and running down all the way to his balls… Every time she went up, he wanted to go back inside her. Every time she rocked back, he hoped she wouldn’t wait too long to go up again.

His breathing turned into grunts. His will eroded, another bit taken away by every stroke of the tight pussy around his cock. The jack’s instincts gnawed at his mind, demanding that he flooded her womb with his seed. His rational thoughts asked him to wait, to last longer, one more stroke, then one more and another one after that…

Above him, Applejack was growing restless too. The effort had sweat rolling down her face and the coital bliss had her moaning in rhythm to her thrusts. The two lovers made their own concert, their animalistic cries growing steadily louder, a crescendo in their primal duet. The beat was given by the slaps of Applejack’s crotch against Sal’s barrel.

The jack reached the end of his partition first. His penis turned into a pillar of pure pleasure, everything else ceasing to exist for a few precious seconds. Instinctively, he grabbed Applejack’s rump and pulled it close, making sure that his flaring glans sealed itself right against the entrance to her womb and, with a victorious cry, shot the first of many jets of seed inside her waiting nethers.

The mare, unable to thrust any more, let out a frustrated whimper. She quickly found an alternative, though: one of her front hooves darted under her body, aiming straight for her clitoris. She rubbed and teased the nub, made even more sensitive by her arousal, until her body locked up. She screamed, shook, twitched, shuddered… every move being reflected into Sal’s dick and prolonging his own orgasm.

His eyes shut close and hers rolled back into her skull, they remained still for a while, like a lewd statue picturing pure bliss. They both would have been happy to be turned into such a sculpture, to make this moment of ultimate pleasure last for all of eternity...

Sadly, it had to stop... Applejack fell limply on Salud, all strength gone from her legs. She moved up and down, only due to the combined efforts of both of their chests as they tried to recover their breath. And even after that was done, they stayed on top of each other for a moment longer, their muscles as soft as jelly.

The jack’s cock slowly deflated as he came off his sexual high. When it had shrunk enough to no longer act as a plug, what felt like a liter of hot, sticky seed poured out of Applejack’s insides. The proof of his virility made Sal’s heart swell a little, but it was the cute, happy sigh that he heard coming from Applejack that made him smile. He rubbed a hoof gently along her mane and whispered his thanks in the mare’s ear.

“You’re welcome,” Applejack answered. Gently, she pecked him on the cheek before rising on shaky hooves. “Ah should go before Ah wanna ‘thank you’ some more...”

From his bed, Sal watched her tie her saddlebags around her back, the last drops of their combined fluids dripping on the ground as her rump jiggled just so… She turned around to face him, a hazy smile on her face and her eyes not quite focusing on him.

“If you ever come near Ponyville,” she said, “make sure to visit. Just ask the direction to Sweet Apple Acres...”

“I’ll remember that,” he told her.

“And maybe Ah’ll visit you again, if you don’t mind… Maybe next time Ah’m in heat?” she suggested with a playful look

“I think I’d like that,” he answered softly.

Applejack made her way to the wooden door and opened it. She stood there a few seconds, looking at the desert in front of her, then stepped out and turned around. She gave Salud a nod, said one last goodbye and left... Sal listened to her hoofsteps, slowly sounding more distant, until he couldn’t hear them anymore.

He stayed there for a moment, lying on his back with his forelegs folded under his head and a happy smile on his muzzle. Warm air came in through the opened door. It was the perfect, early day temperature that he liked best. The waterfall outside sung its usual, soothing babbling. And the sweet scent of apples and a mare in heat still lingered in the room.

Sal sighed dreamily… then began to sing to himself, quietly.

Oh, what a beautiful morning!
Yes, what a wonderful day…

Strolling along the winding path going down the mountain, Applejack felt just as giddy.

“Who’d have thought?” she asked no one in particular. “The worst heat Ah’ve ever had turned out to be the best.” She skipped down the trail, giggling like a filly. “Why didn’t Ah try this years earlier? Ah almost wish it could go longer…”

She could still feel some wetness escaping her folds and rolling down her thighs, quickly dried by the desert air, reminding her of the fun times that had led to this. “And Ah don’t even have to worry about getting pregnant,” she told herself. “That guy’s not even the same species. Heh heh... Ah might never try ponies again!”

Only the desert’s silence answered her, but Applejack did not care. She began humming a lively tune as she walked. Singing always made long trips go faster, so she decided to add some lyrics to her music…

Oh I just made a bud,
A new friend on this trail.
He is a lucky stud
Who got under my tail!

Yes, he showed me I could dare…
to beeee…
A real mare!

He wasn’t a romantic
Didn’t kiss me on the lips
But he was real frantic
When he went between my hips

And showed me I should care…
to beeeeeeee…
A real mare!

Oh it’s hot, there ain’t no breeze
But drinking won’t cause no quarrel
Had only two apples to squeeze
Yet we overfilled the barrel…

That kinda thing ain’t so rare…
when youuuuuu’re…
A real mare!

Author's Note

Today is Applejack Appreciation day.

Appreciate, y'all !

Day 7

Author's Note

I haven't published anything in ages, so today seems to be an appropriate date to change that...

Merry XXXmas!

Day 7

At long last, Applejack finally spotted the familiar thatched roofs nearing the edge of the Everfree Forest. It had already been days since she’d left, with the return trip taking quite a bit longer than it should have. Skipping, as it turned out, wasn’t quite as fast as running like all Tartarus was loose… With the desert that far away from Ponyville, Applejack had found herself unable to come back to Sweet Apple Acres before sunset. All the frolicking around hadn’t helped, either… On the plus side, the farm mare had had a very pleasant trip, deeply appreciating every detail on the way, from the grandest landscape to the tiniest flower.

And so, it was after a night under princess Luna’s stars (and a particularly pleasant dream where she could have sworn she spotted said princess with a rather red face) that Applejack reached the edge of Ponyville. The day had already started in earnest, with ponies mulling about their own business as usual. A few of them waved and greeted AJ on her way, and she did so in return. One or two looked a bit surprised to see her bouncing around on light hooves, something that they more used to from Pinkie Pie than her, but they quickly shrugged that off. It was a really nice day after all and everypony was feeling in a merry mood.

Applejack skipped her way to Sweet Apple Acres, the familiar scents of dirt and apples further widening the smile that had been stuck on her muzzle for more than a day. She even began humming a whimsy tune as she covered the last of the distance, finally stopping in front of the family house. She took a deep breath, then exhaled it in a long, contented sigh, reveling in the unique Sweet Apple air that she had missed for the last few days.

Applejack adjusted her hat, opened the door, stepped inside and called in a sing-song voice: “Mornin’, y’all! Ah’m home!”

“Applejack?” an old voice asked back from the living room. “Is that you?”

“It is, Granny,” Applejack answered. She followed the voice and quickly found the aging mare in her rocking chair, knitting what looked like the beginning of a scarf. She walked to her grandmother and wrapped her in a gentle hug. “How are you doin’?” she asked after letting her go.

“Me? Ah’m dandy as a pig on a rainy day.” Granny Smith waved a hoof. “Don’t you worry none ‘bout these old bones. How are you doin’, child? You’re brother said you weren’t feelin’ yourself when you left… Ah was gettin’ worried.”

“Oh! Ah’m sorry, Granny,” Applejack said, her smile faltering a bit. “Ah shouldn’t have left like that… Ah was just… yeah, not feelin’ mahself at all, Ah guess. But Ah’m fine now! Ah feel better than ever, even.”

“Well, ain’t Ah glad to hear that,” Granny answered with a smile of her own. “Everypony needs some time off now and then, Ah s'pose.”

“Thanks, Granny! Ah guess Ah’ll get back to work now, can’t let Big Mac take care of everythin’ on his own, right?”

Granny nodded in answer and, after one last nuzzle, Applejack made a quick stop by her room to drop her camping equipment, then headed out into the farm. As usual, the big red pony was easy to spot in the overall greenness. Applejack headed in his direction, her walk unconsciously turning into a skip. Big Mac was plowing the north field, reaching the end of a line just as Applejack was approaching. When he stopped to breathe for a minute, she called out to him.

“Howdy, big brother! Ah’m back!”

He turned his head and gave her one of his broad, gentle smiles before simply answering “eeyup.”

“Are you alright?” Applejack asked with a smile of her own.

“Eeyup.”

“How about the farm? Did you manage without me?”

“Eeyup.”

“Heh. You’re gonna make me feel bad, like Ah don’t pull mah own weight around here,” Applejack said, lightly poking her brother in the chest.

“To be fair,” a masculine voice said from behind her, “he had some assistance.”

Applejack turned around and saw a chocolate-colored stallion approaching, with a bag of seed on his back and a wild blonde mane on his head. Although she recognized the guitar cutie mark instantly, it still took Applejack a few seconds to process his sudden appearance.

“Well howdy, Meadow Song!” she finally said with a smile. “Big Mac recruited you to do farm work?”

“Yep! He said you had to leave in a hurry…” Meadow grabbed the bag and dropped it to the ground near the plowed dirt. “Didn’t say what had your tail in such a tangle, though.”

“Oh well, it was… uh…” The mare could almost see her own face turning bright red by the second. “N– Nothin’, really!”

“Nothin’…” Meadow repeated slowly. “Huh…”

Applejack felt a bead of sweat pearling on her brow, slowly sliding down her muzzle and tickling her on its way. Her eyes darted left and right, looking for anything that could pull her out of the scrutinizing gaze of her cousin’s boyfriend. Thankfully, a bright red bow suddenly appeared like a beacon in a storm, along with the yellow filly below it.

“Apple Bloom!” Applejack called out, her voice sounding completely natural and not relieved at all. “Hi there Apple Bloom! How you doin’ little sis?”

Apple Bloom literally threw herself in her big sister’s waiting arms. “Applejack! You’re back! Where have you been?”

“Uh… Nowhere in particular…” Applejack saw her sister looking up at her, blinking curiously and obviously not satisfied with that explanation. Meadow Song was giving her a similar look, while Big McIntosh was doing his best to stay out of the conversation, his face slightly redder than usual…

Applejack cleared her throat and began explaining herself. “Ah… was in the desert down south. Doin’... nothin’. Just, you know... campin’. Eeyup! Just campin’ and nothin’ else at all!”

“Really?” Apple Bloom asked, one of her eyebrows raising suspiciously.

“Really,” Applejack answered with a totally not suspicious nod and a totally wholesome smile. “That’s mah story and Ah’m stickin’ to it!”

“Well, you look like you had a nice time…” Meadow said slyly. “Campin’...”

Applejack swallowed what felt like a gumball but was nothing but her own saliva. “Heh heh, yeah, yeah. Really good campin’ trip and all...”

“Why didn’t you take me with you?” Apple Bloom whined, causing Applejack’s stomach to twist again. “You know Ah love campin’ with my big sis!”

“Ah… Huuuh… Well, Ah…” Applejack stammered desperately.

“Yeah,” Meadow added, a positively evil grin on his muzzle. “Why didn’t you take Apple Bloom with you?”

Apple Bloom and him stared at Applejack, waiting for an answer. Behind them, Big Mac shook his head in despair, eyes covered by a thick foreleg…

“Because… uhm… Big Mac needed somepony to help with the farm... while Ah was away...” She slowly answered. Sensing that her shaky explanation seemed to be accepted anyway, Applejack steeled herself and ignored the queasy feeling in her stomach. This time, she decided, the actual truth was not something her sister had to hear... “Ah didn’t know Meadow Song would be here to help,” she added, that part at least being the truth.

“Oh…” Apple Bloom seemed to consider this for a while. “Yeah, that makes sense,” she eventually said. “You’ll take me with you next time, right?”

For a few seconds, Applejack thought she was going to be sick, her mind coming up with various images of her darling little sister getting rutted by a grunting, sweating donkey. Maybe her subconscious had decided to punish her for her previous lie… In any case, it took all of her willpower to ignore that and answer: “Of course, Ah’ll be sure to take you next time,” she said as naturally as she could. Which meant with a shaky voice, awkward pauses and stumbling over half of the words.

Thankfully, Apple Bloom smiled and nodded, lifting a bit of her older sister’s uneasiness with her foalish innocence. Which, obviously, meant that Meadow Song added to it with his stallionish sleazyness…

“So, did you do nothin’ on your own or did you meet somepony to do nothin’ with?” he asked with a knowing grin. “On your campin’ trip?”

The way he said “campin’” had Applejack internally curse him and his perceptiveness. Or the fact that she was so darn easy to read herself, maybe. A lot of internal cursing happened, in any case.

“No, Ah didn’t meet any pony,” she answered, sporting a victorious smile at her own cleverness: she technically didn’t lie this time!

“Really?” Meadow seemed surprised by her answer. “I coulda sworn you had that face Fritter has when we–”

“Ahem!” Big Mac cleared his throat so loudly Granny Smith probably heard it all the way in the house. When Meadow gave him a puzzled look, he nodded at the little filly still standing in her sister’s arm.

“... do nothin’...” Meadow Song finished his sentence lamely. He smiled awkwardly under the piercing glare the big red stallion gave him. “Yep! Nothin’...”

“Definitely nothin’!” Applejack repeated.

“What are ya’ll talkin’ about?” Apple Bloom asked, looking confused.

“Nothin’!” the Applejack and Meadow answered together. An uneasy silence floated in the air for a while, until Applejack began to chuckle nervously. The two stallions joined in after a moment, all three ponies laughing while the little filly in the middle seemed absolutely lost.

“Ah don’t get it,” she muttered.

“Sorry sugarcube,” Applejack told her sister, ruffling her mane affectionately. “Now, Meadow,” she said, “why don’t you go home? Ah can take it from here.”

“Is that okay with you, boss?” he asked Big Mac, getting a firm “eeyup” for an answer. “Alright then, guess I’ll leave you alone. I got my own Apple at home, anyway,” he added with a wink. “And now that I’m done here… Well, I got nothin’ to do!”

Laughing softly on his way, he left the three siblings together, with Apple Bloom staring suspiciously at a blushing Applejack...

Meadow made his way inside the house he shared with Apple Fritter, whistling a tune that might become his next song if he could come up with some good lyrics for it.

“Is that you honey?” a sweet voice called from deeper inside their small house.

“Yep! I’m home early.”

“How come?” Fritter asked as Meadow walked towards her.

“Applejack resurfaced,” he answered, “so they didn’t need me anymore.”

Apple Fritter simply hummed to let him know she heard him. When Meadow entered the kitchen, he found her sitting in front of the counter, busily working on a large batch of her namesakes.

“Wow,” the stallion said as he saw the already impressive stack of fritters next to her. “Is that for dinner?”

“Of course not,” Fritter answered with a giggle. “The Cakes ordered more than usual. I don’t know who wants so many apple fritters, but I’m not going to turn down business from the town’s biggest bakery.”

Meadow walked behind his girlfriend, nuzzling her neck under one of the lime-colored pigtails that made her look so adorable. “You know,” he whispered, “you’d make a lot more money if you sold these yourself.”

“But then I’d have to deal with customers,” she answered. “And open a shop... And manage my stock… And deal with customers…”

“You said that one already,” Meadow told her.

“Funny that,” she said with another of her sweet giggles. “Seriously, I don’t want the headaches. I’m happy preparing whatever the Cakes can’t make themselves… Besides, if you’re worried about our finances, you could always get a job.”

“Hey! I’m a singer!”

“Okay… A real job then.”

“I’ll have you know I made five bits last week!”

“Really?” Fritter asked with a fake gasp of surprise. “Five whole bits? Oh my! Please don’t leave me for some trophy mare!”

Meadow sat down right behind her, scooching closer even as she kept kneading dough. “You’re the only trophy I want, silly,” he murmured in her ear. He wrapped his forehooves around her barrel to hold her tight and rubbed his cheek along hers, enjoying the softness of her fur. She smelled of apples and cinnamon, a scent so delicious that he couldn’t help but give her neck a little lick. Of course, the actual taste was more salty than anything, but her gasp was as sweet as it could.

“Hmm… Behave yourself,” she said softly. “I’m not done with these fritters.”

“Let me help,” he purred in her ear. “I’ll work on that Fritter…”

While she kneaded the dough on the counter, he slowly, very slowly slid his hooves down. Her ticklish belly twitched a few times as she giggled. He reached between her legs, slowly searching until he had one of her nipples beneath each of his hooves. Meadow looked over her shoulder. She had stopped moving when he reached those sensitive spots, her hooves hanging in the air above the dough. He grinned and waited for her to get back to work.

When her hooves dug into the dough, he did the same, pushing his hooves into the soft, yielding flesh of her mammaries. Apple Fritter let out a quiet “hmmm” and froze again. Meadow Song waited for her to move once more…

She pushed forward in the dough and he pushed his hooves lower, rubbing against her teats. She pulled back, then moaned just a little as he glided back up. Then she pushed forward again, then back, then forward… She drew little circles in the dough, making him go around her hardening nipples, then back to them with more back and forth motions…

After a while, Apple Fritter stopped, her breathing a bit heavier than it was a few minutes earlier. This time, though, Meadow decided to keep up his gentle rubbing, enjoying her little gasps and moans way too much to stop.

“I– I really need to finish these,” she said, fidgeting against his chest.

“I’m not stopping you,” Meadow answered mischievously.

Fritter focused back on the dough, actually kneading it this time rather than playing Meadow’s little game. Meanwhile, he kept teasing her sensitive teats and added to his assault with a barrage of light kisses along her neck. Although she was hesitant to begin with, the mare managed to concentrate enough to progress despite all his distractions.

Feeling a little disappointed that she could ignore him so easily, Meadow Song kept up with his ministrations while waiting for an opening...

It came when Fritter finished up with the dough and had to get a slice of apple. Because the bowl holding them was further away on the counter, she had to lean towards it. This meant that for a second, her hindquarters were no longer safely on the ground, leaving enough room for one of Meadow’s hooves to slide under her.

“Ah!”

For Meadow, Fritter’s cute little yelp was the sound of victory. Thanks to a little bit of luck, his hoof had found her most sensitive spot on the first try. He glided along her slit a couple of times, then retreated, moving back to her neglected nipple and allowing her to sit back down.

Apple Fritter stuck the apple slice in the batter and set aside the first fritter, ready to be fried. Her hoof reached toward the bowl. Meadow’s slid lower, getting ready to act...

She managed to stay quiet under his pleasurable attack this time, much to his dismay… but time was on his side: judging by the amount of dough left, there had to be at least two dozen more fritters to prepare.

Four fritters later and she was gasping and sighing every time his hoof flicked her clitoris. Three more and she was shaking, using her forehooves to steady herself. She had to take a pause after the next one.

“Something wrong?” Meadow teased her while playing with her teats again.

“You’re... incorrigible,” she gasped.

“What are you gonna do about it? Hmm?”

Fritter scoffed and, before he could react, reached for the bowl of apple slices and brought it closer.

“Hey!” he whined. “No fair!”

“Nopony said anything about rules,” she answered while preparing another fritter.

“Oh? Is that so?”

“Hmmm-hmm.”

Meadow could just see the edge of a smug smile on her muzzle. “Fine…” he muttered. “Then you can’t complain about this…”

He grabbed Fritter under her thighs and lifted her before she could even begin to protest. Sliding his own legs under hers, he dropped her on his lap and wrapped his hooves around her, making sure she couldn’t get away.

“Hey! What are youuuuu~” her complaint died into an airy moan as soon as Meadow’s hoof got to work on her pussy. “Ah! D– Darn it!”

“No rules, remember?” he reminded her.

“F– Fine… Ooh! B– But be gentle at least!”

Meadow Song kissed her on the cheek and slowed down his hoof, but definitely didn’t stop.

Apple Fritter focused on the baking as best as she could, each fritter taking a lot longer than it should. Meadow thought that she came one or two times, but couldn’t be certain… That mare had impressive self-control and may have managed to sneak a few orgasms by him, but just as he was thinking of getting more aggressive to break that façade down, the last of the fritters was done.

“A– All right,” she said. “Hmmm… G– Gotta cook these now… You… ooh! You have to let me go…”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Meadow purred in her ear. “I don’t think you really want me to stop… Look.” He raised his hoof, now shiny from the wetness, the fur of his fetlock slicked out by her own juices.

“Hey! Get that away from the food!”

He chuckled and brought his hoof back to the source of all this moisture.

“Ah! Give it a rest, you horny foal!”

“Who’s horny here?” Meadow asked laughingly.

“Hng… You can pretend you’re not…” she answered between moans, “but your little friend can’t lie!”

Meadow stopped as he heard that, his penis twitching against her back and drooling with its own kind of moisture. It had been for a while now... “Little, huh?” he muttered.

“What was that?” Apple Fritter asked. “Meadow?”

“Nothing…” he told her. “It’s…nothing…”

The yellow mare turned around even as he held her until they were face to face. “Just tell me what’s bothering you,” she said in that lovely voice that had him melting down.

“It’s like you said…” he finally told her with a sigh, “I’m little.”

“Huh?” Apple Fritter tilted her head to the side, looking puzzled.

“I’ve seen other stallions…” he said. “I mean… Nopony wears pants in this town...”

“You don’t wear pants either,” Fritter answered, poking him softly on his nose.

“Well sure, but I don’t have a huge dong flopping below me every time I see a hot mare!”

Apple Fritter snickered. “I remember last winter wrap-up,” she said between giggles, “Lucky Clover was really looking forward to spring! But what’s that gotta do with you? Are you jealous?”

“Kinda,” he told her with a sigh, “I guess… You… Er... Wouldn’t you like me to have a bigger dick?”

“You’re fine as you are,” she answered. “It’s never been a problem before. What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”

“You know that zebra who lives in the Everfree forest?” Meadow asked. “I heard some guys talking the other day, saying she can make all sorts of potions...”

“What?” she asked with a nonplussed look. “You wanna ask her if she has a dick growing potion?”

“Well… Yeah, why not?”

“Seriously? Ugh…” She had to cover her face with a hoof for a second.

“Bigger is better, right?” he asked.

“First,” Apple Fritter said, “as the one who actually had you inside of me I can tell you: you’re not that small. Second, I know that some mares dream of having a tree trunk shoved up their pussy, but I’m not one of them.” She kissed him gently before continuing. “You’re fine the way you are, so don’t go trying some crazy zebra magic, okay?”

“Okay,” Meadow answered with a smile. “Sorry… I know I’m stupid sometimes.”

“No, no… You’re always stupid,” Fritter told him with a giggle and a wink. “But I must be just as stupid ‘cause I love you anyway.”

“Heh. I love you too.” He gave her a quick peck on the forehoof and simply smiled at her.

“You know,” she said, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, “there’s something that I couldn’t do if you were hung like an elephant…”

“Oh? What’s that?”

Apple Fritter didn’t answer. She slowly lowered herself, her eyes locked onto his. She grabbed his still erect cock between her hooves and pointed it up, then opened her mouth and slid the tip of his member between her lips. Meadow felt her tongue lapping up the flat head of his penis, sending jolts of pleasure through his body every time it touched the most sensitive parts. He let out a long, shuddering moan, his eyes stuck on the ceiling for a while as he enjoyed the blowjob. She circled the edge of his glans, suckled on it, teased the underside with her tongue, every move forcing another groan of pleasure out of him. When Meadow looked down, he saw Fritter looking up. She paused for a second and gave him a wink...

Then, she slid down his cock, getting a quarter of it down her mouth. Then half of it. Meadow’s eyes widened as she teased his medial ring with her tongue, as if to let him know that she had that much horsedick in her gullet.

“Oh… Wow!” he mumbled. “That’s… Hnng! Why didn’t we try that sooner?”

Although it was muffled by the cock in her mouth, he still heard Fritter giggle. It actually sent pleasant vibrations through him.

Without warning, Apple Fritter forced her way down, wrapping three quarters of his penis in warm moisture. Meadow Song gasped, his heart beating up in his chest so hard it felt like it was going to pop out. And Fritter didn’t stop, swallowing more and more of him until, at last, she could not go further, her muzzle poking into his lower belly.

She held that position for a while, tightening her lips around his base, working her tongue and moaning, sending more vibrations into the shaft of his sensitive member while the head was being constricted in the oh-so-hot confines of her throat. Under so much stimulation, Meadow lost control of most of his muscles. He collapsed, slowing himself with shaky hooves until his back was on the floor. Somehow, Fritter followed without letting a single bit of his cock slide out of her throat.

On his back, with his legs twitching helplessly in the air from the pleasure, he watched the mare sucking his dick. She moved up along his length, all the way to the top and swirled her tongue around his head for a few seconds, then went back all the way down at once. Up and down and up and down… Meadow Song moaned all the while, submitting to the incredible sensations Fritter was giving him. He was being louder than she had ever been while he was teasing her before, but he couldn’t even bring himself to care, unable to focus on anything other than that wonderful blowjob.

“Gah! Fritter!” he shouted between his panting, “That’s so gooood!”

Apple Fritter pulled mostly out and concentrated on licking his glans like a lollipop. Not wanting to let his cock unattended, she wrapped her forehooves around it and pumped it up and down, the copious amounts of saliva coating it making her job easy. Meadow Song seemed to lose his ability to speak at that point, although he was by no means silent, between all the groans, grunts, wheezes, pants and moans. Maybe Fritter took that as encouragement, or maybe she was getting excited herself, but in any case, she picked up the pace, her tongue working furiously on the now flaring head and her hooves pumping faster and faster. Meadow neighed and bucked his hips up. Fritter responded by swallowing again the whole thing in one go.

“Gah! W– Wait!” Meadow managed to growl. “Frit! I’m g– gonna…”

His sentence remained unfinished as Fritter gave him the coup de grâce when her hooves reached his balls, kneading them gently and making them react the only way they could. The next seconds were a blur of ecstasy as he shot rope after rope of his seed down her throat as deep as could be, her lips actually touching his sheath. Only when his geyser had dried up did she stop sucking... She pulled back slowly, making him flop like fish out of water as his overloaded brain sent his muscles into random spasms.

When she was done, Apple Fritter watched him with a knowing grin, wiping her lips on the back of her hoof. “So…” she asked softly, “do you still want a monster cock?”

Meadow couldn’t answer right away, needing a moment to catch his breath, but he smiled at the lovely mare lying between his legs. A warm feeling welled up in his chest, forcing his smile even wider. When he found his speech again, it was only to tell her this: “I love you so much!”

Fritter looked surprised, but only for a second or so. She giggled, the cutest, most adorable laugh, the one sound Meadow Song could never possibly grow tired of. The mare lifted herself up, bringing her muzzle against his. “I love you too,” she whispered right before she pressed her lips against his. They closed their eyes and the world reduced itself to this kiss for a moment; nothing at all except this one gentle kiss, shared by these two ponies.

Their lips parted, but they didn’t separate any more than that, staring into each other’s eyes. Meadow brought one of his hooves up and caressed the back of her head.

“Where did you learn to do that?” he asked softly.

“A magician never reveals her tricks!” she answered with a giggle.

“One of your best disappearing acts,” Meadow chuckled.

Fritter gave him a quick peck and lifted herself up. “I still have some work to do,” she said. Meadow gave her a nod and watched his beautiful mare turn around and focus on her cooking once more.

She was certainly expecting him to stay still while she finished. Feeling quite spent, that was what he thought he would do, too, but...

The sight she was giving him -unintentionally or not- was not one he could resist for long… Slumped on the ground as he was, Meadow Song found his eyes glued to Fritter’s backside the second she had turned around. Her perfectly plump derriere jiggled with every step. Her tail swished tantalizingly, showing only a little bit of her inviting, soft pink lips at a time... Not enough to satisfy him, but too much to let him to ignore it, even for a second. Her golden fur was turning her round rump into a treasure nopony could resist. Even for someone who had seen it under every angle more than once, it was an irresistible draw, so that for Meadow, gold lust had a special meaning: that nugget was too much of a temptation for him. He got back to his hooves, driven by the overwhelming urge to plunder that booty.

Poor little, innocent Fritter did not suspect a thing, working on her baked goods and humming a joyful little tune, even as her ravenous boyfriend rose behind her back, his eyes set on her other set of goods. Or was she that innocent? Were that tail swish and that wink really nothing but a reflex? Nothing but a coincidence that happened to show him her pink clitoris? Meadow Song wondered which one of the two was the biggest tease after all… a question that was very swiftly ignored as her tail lifted up just enough for him to slip his muzzle under it. Immediately, he let his tongue out and searched for her bud.

A shudder shook Apple Fritter’s body when he found it. She let out a little squeak before she could get herself under control. “I– I’m not done working, Meadow,” she said, managing to keep her voice relatively under control.

A lewd grin appeared on the stallion’s muzzle and he leaned closer to her clit, barely brushing it with his lips. “Neither am I,” he said, his voice intentionally deep and growly, sending vibrations from Fritter’s most sensitive place straight through her spine, causing her whole body to shiver… He let out a long, deep hum and gave the engorged nub a torturously slow lick. His mare let out a shuddering sigh as he did and that one sound was all the motivation he needed. He wanted to hear a lot more of these sexy sighs. And gasps. And moans. And squeaks…

Like a pony dying of thirst, he plunged his muzzle inside that fountain, licking as deep as he could possibly reach. Apple Fritter “eeped” at his sudden change of pace, her inner walls squeezing around his tongue instantly. That lewd kiss went on for a little while, until Meadow Song pulled back and licked the outside Fritter’s vulva. Left and right, up and down, with many passes over her winking button, he covered every spot with his tongue. The mare in front of him shuddered, one of her hind hoof twitched, scraped and stomped on the ground. He dove back in, muzzle to pussy, his tongue ravaging her tender insides, then back to her lips and again...

Apple Fritter grew more and more restless with every lick. Her moans and sighs took on a more animalistic sound, almost turning into whinnies. Her whole body shook. Her tail swished left and right, held so high above Meadow’s head that it only tickled his ears. Her pussy grew wetter with every minute. It winked against his mouth with ever more insistence, squeezing his tongue and pressing her clit against him… As close as she was to lose control, overtaken by her primal instincts, Meadow Song wasn’t much better: the scent of her sweltering pussy had diffused deep into him and awakened his own instincts. Even as he kept eating her, his dick was hanging low, fully out of its sheath. Every few seconds, his muscles tightened, already beyond his control, making his member slap loudly against his belly.

He tried to keep up his mouth ministrations, but the need to get himself inside that pussy grew more and more. He tried to keep the reasonable part of his mind in control, but that battle was doomed to be lost the moment it began...

In one move, he reared up and pushed forward. A few unbearable seconds passed as the two ponies aligned themselves. They were both familiar enough with each other to know just how to position their hips so that Meadow’s penis found its target on the first try, but every moment spent with his dick not inside her vagina seemed like an eternity... In one single hip thrust, Meadow changed that. He immediately embedded himself as far as possible, Fritter’s impossibly wet channel opposing no resistance at all. Instead, it swallowed him with a greedy slurping noise.

Both ponies shared a long moan as they settled down, one within the other. Despite the urge to rut like an animal, Meadow managed to restrain himself. He savored the moment, both the wonderful feeling of this soft and slippery vagina squeezing his male part and the closeness to this mare that he loved so much. He nuzzled the side of her neck as he squeezed her sides a little more with his hooves, enjoying her heat, her scent, her softness... keeping her close and wishing he’d never have to let go…

While he was busy peppering kisses along her neckline, Apple Fritter turned her head, trying to look him in the eyes despite their position. Meadow Song took the opportunity to kiss her cheek a few times before going back to her neck.

“Meadow…” she whispered huskily. “You know that I love you…”

“Hmm-hmmm…”

“And I know you like cuddling,” she continued, “but right now, I need you to fuck me!”

He paused for a second, looking at her and blinking in surprise.

“Just do me!”

Meadow chuckled once and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “Anything you want,” he said with a smile.

He repositioned himself, nestling his head atop one of Apple Fritter’s shoulder, where he could use it as leverage. He squeezed her sides with his hooves, no longer into a gentle embrace but to get the extra grip he needed. Meadow shuffled his hind hooves to give his hips some room to work with. Fritter spread her legs into a wide, stable stance. With everything ready, he pulled out until most of his member had slid out of her, then pushed himself back inside her depths.

Meadow Song quickly found a comfortable rhythm, one he could maintain for hours. At least, if his orgasm wasn’t building up so quickly… He focused himself on his movements, doing his best to ignore the wonderful heat, the slickness, the soft embrace of her pussy squeezing his dick at the end of every thrust. This was yet another losing battle, but he powered through, intending on giving her as much as he possibly could.

Apple Fritter gasped and sighed at each movement. She became louder with every moment. She was only panting at first, then came the “oohs” and “aahs”, increasingly erratic after each thrust. A minute later, she was chanting a series of “yes” that became louder and louder, followed by a few “Celestia” that the princess might have heard all the way from her throne room. Meadow picked up the pace, using the volume of his mare as his reference as to how hard he was supposed to rut her. After that, words became increasingly difficult for Fritter. Random grunts and moans were all she could do…

A sheen of sweat built up on Meadow’s coat, droplets flying around as he put more and more energy into his thrusts. His penis was nothing but a swollen, throbbing mass of pure pleasure. He gritted his teeth, refusing to give in just yet and giving his all.

“Fuck…” Fritter managed to blurt out as he battered his hips into her butt.

He pulled out completely. His dangerously flaring tip hovered for a split second near her entrance.

“Fuck.”

He speared her completely, going sheath deep in one stroke.

“Fuck!”

Grunting through his teeth, he pulled out again...

“FUCK!”

… and thrusted back in, the lewd squishy noise barely covered by their screams of pleasure.

“FUUUURRGHHHHH!”

At that moment, Apple Fritter tipped over the edge and her long, incoherent scream was accompanied by a full body twitch, from her hooves to her ears to her vaginal muscles, squeezing and releasing Meadow’s dick at an impressive rate, quite literally milking it for its juice. The stallion grunted, his eyes opening wide and flashes of light appearing at the corner of his vision. He gritted his teeth, doing his best to withstand the assault while the mare below him came her brains out. She only stopped screaming when she was out of air, panting like a drowning pony pulled out of the water, but the aftershocks of her orgasm still sent random muscles twitching and shaking.

All Fritter could say between pants was a shaky “wow…”

Meadow Song, on his part, grunted with every breath, still struggling to keep himself still, his overly sensitive and very flared dick demanding he finish the job at once.

“That… was…” Apple Fritter slurred. “Wow…”

“Can’t… hold it…” Meadow groaned through his teeth, his dick twitching and throbbing with every heartbeat.

Fritter laid her head on his own, pinning him against her shoulder. “Inside,” she simply told him.

As soon as he’d heard the word, his hips had already begun pumping again. No rhythm, no control, just his muscles moving of their own accord. As his cock sawed through Apple Fritter’s pussy, another series of wet squishes echoed through the room, loud enough to be heard despite the two ponies’ bestial grunts. Juices were already drenching both of their crotches, but that wasn’t going to stop Meadow from adding his own contribution to the mix.

A few thrusts were all it took at that point. With one final plunge, Meadow pushed himself the deepest that he could reach and, with a shout, let the tidal wave of his orgasm wash over him. At the same time, another kind of wave flooded Fritter’s innermost parts, adding to her already impressive wetness. A few seconds later, when Meadow’s flare deflated and no longer plugged her pussy, a veritable deluge of fluids fell down, forming a big, sticky puddle on the kitchen’s floor.

Drained both literally and figuratively, Meadow Song went limp on Fritter’s back. He couldn’t gather the strength to stop himself from sliding and falling off of her like a sack of potatos… He just lied there on his side, trying to catch his breath with a big, dopey smile on his face. In a similar state, his mate laid down too and scooted closer until they were chest to chest, legs wrapped around each other. An equally dopey grin was on her muzzle and stayed there as they nuzzled, kissed each other gently and petted each other’s mane.

“Thank you,” Apple Fritter whispered in his ear.

“And thank you,” he replied, closing his eyes and simply basking in her body’s warmth.

After the lewd cacophony that the two had caused, the kitchen seemed incredibly silent… at least until a meek, feminine voice broke the peace...

“Uhhm… Hello?” it called from the next room. “A– Are you… uhhh… finished?”

Meadow Song and Apple Fritter looked at each other, blinking dumbly for a moment.

“Who’s there?” Fritter asked loudly. “What are you doing in my house?”

“Sorry, sorry! I knocked on the door but you didn’t answer and I heard some noise so I knew you were home and the door was unlocked so I came in and you didn’t hear me calling so I came to look for you and I found you but you were… you were...”

Apple Fritter blushed, making Meadow chuckle a little.

“I mean… you were–”

“We know what we were doing,” Meadow said. “What did you want, anyway?”

“Oh!” the mare exclaimed suddenly. “I have a package for you!” A gray hoof appeared in the door frame, carrying a box covered in brown kraft paper.

“Well, you can leave it there,” Fritter told her. “Thank you for bringing it.”

“Uh, sure…” The delivery mare put the package on the ground as instructed. After a few seconds where Meadow and Fritter thought they were finally alone, she spoke again. “I… I kinda need a signature…”

Meadow Song couldn’t help but laugh a little, while Apple Fritter groaned. He stood up on shaky hooves and helped his lover up, then walked alongside her until they reached a furiously blushing Derpy. Neither of the gray pegasus’s uncooperative eyes could stay on them for very long and she seemed thankful that nopony seemed to feel the need to talk about anything... With her signature acquired, she muttered some thanks and goodbye, headed for the door and took off immediately. Apple Fritter watched her flying away for a moment.

“Have you ever noticed how big Derpy’s tits are?” she asked without warning.

Raising an eyebrow, Meadow answered: “doesn’t she have a daughter? That would explain it.”

“That filly? I believe it’s her niece,” Fritter said. “I don’t think she’s had any foals…”

“Huh… Well I guess she just has big tits, then…”

“Bigger than me…” Apple Fritter said. “Would you like me better with bigger tits?”

Meadow looked at her with narrowing eyes. “Are you making fun of me?”

She closed the door and turned the key in the lock twice, then turned around, giving him a smoldering look. “I was just thinking,” she told him, “that maybe you should show me just how much you like my little tits…”

Meadow Song smiled back at her. “I think I should,” he said. “I think I should…”