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?