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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s beans too…”

“Yeah, but with spices!”

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ponies really make weather?” Salud asked.

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

“Huh… Weird,” the jack said.

“What’s weird?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Whoa, Nelly…” she muttered to herself.

Sal raised his brow. “Something wrong?”

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

“Why not?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Fancy? You think Ah’m fancy?”

“Well, aren’t you?”

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

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

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

“Sweet mother of the sun..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?”

“Why do you want to come?”

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

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

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

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

“Then… what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey! Ah thought you said...”

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

“Why not?”

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"W– What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Pigs?"

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

“Really?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Relax,” Sal whispered.

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

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

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

“Let’s get these muscles all relaxed…”

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

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

“Quit teasin’ already,” Applejack muttered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmmmmmm,” was her only answer.

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

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

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

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

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

“Six,” he answered.

“You… keep count?”

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

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

“Yeah… So sensitive...” he whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

And she came…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was all she needed.

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

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

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

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

“Sal?” she called.

A loud snore was the only answer she got.

“Consarn it!”

Author's Note

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