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!