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!