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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah… You?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanna eat something?”

“Oh. No, thanks… Not now.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You really do?”

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

“So… It’s goodbye then?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Horseshoe,” he said with a frown.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It took a supreme effort of his will to grab her neck and pull back, even weakly. “S– Stop!” he wheezed out.

Applejack turned her eyes to him, giving him a quizzical look.

“Gonna… blow…” he explained lamely.

“Ahh, you didn’t have to hold back,” she said with an amused smile. “But since you did…”

The mare pulled back, but only so that she could climb on the bed... She waddled until she stood over him. “... we’ll have to finish you off properly, then,” she told him.

Applejack lowered her body until her soft barrel touched his cock, with her fleshy udder pressing gently against his balls. Then, slowly, she slid forward, dragging her tits along the entire length of Sal’s penis. When she reached the end, the jack instinctively flexed his muscles to get his dick standing up, aching for the sweet embrace of her vagina.

He didn’t have to wait for long, Applejack positioning the tip against her opening and heaving back in one smooth move. Sal let out a shuddering sigh as the warm and moist tunnel swallowed his member, going further and further down until there simply was no more room inside.

“Hngh…” Applejack grunted, her face just above his. “Darn it, that feels good…”

“Yeah…” he simply said with the little breath he had left.

The mare rocked forward, pulling a large part of his dick out, then leaned back until it was hilted again. Pony and donkey moaned simultaneously as she did.

“You wanna know a secret?” she asked, beginning to pant a little, too.

“What’s that?”

“Ah think that’s the first time Ah’m not the one being ridden…”

Sal raised an eyebrow. “You mean… being on top?”

“Eeyup….” She rocked herself one more time before finishing her sentence. “That seems fun,” she said with a chuckle. “Ah can see why the studs like it.”

“Well, I’m not complaining,” the jack told her while reaching for her butt with his forehooves. “You go ahead and do all the work for once!”

With a smile, Applejack adjusted her stance, getting all four of her hooves properly positioned around him for support, then moved up, slammed down, shifted forward and heaved back, working Sal’s cock in and out of her while he was happy to simply fondle her luscious rump. She found a rhythm that was easy enough to maintain, neither torturously slow nor aggressively fast; just comfortable, steady rocking motions. But she did vary the angle of her body now and then, forcing the hard dick to rub against different spots when she wanted to. From time to time, she stopped her humping completely in favor of some gyrations of her hips, slightly bending his cock left, right, up or down with her powerful internal muscles.

Already aroused to begin with, Sal had to fight to keep himself from blowing his load at every move. He forced himself to breathe at a regular pace, concentrating on his respiration as a way to keep control. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth, everything he could to make the moment last longer, to enjoy Applejack’s perfect pony pussy, the flesh pressing around him, firm and soft at the same time, the warm and wet juices coating his dick and running down all the way to his balls… Every time she went up, he wanted to go back inside her. Every time she rocked back, he hoped she wouldn’t wait too long to go up again.

His breathing turned into grunts. His will eroded, another bit taken away by every stroke of the tight pussy around his cock. The jack’s instincts gnawed at his mind, demanding that he flooded her womb with his seed. His rational thoughts asked him to wait, to last longer, one more stroke, then one more and another one after that…

Above him, Applejack was growing restless too. The effort had sweat rolling down her face and the coital bliss had her moaning in rhythm to her thrusts. The two lovers made their own concert, their animalistic cries growing steadily louder, a crescendo in their primal duet. The beat was given by the slaps of Applejack’s crotch against Sal’s barrel.

The jack reached the end of his partition first. His penis turned into a pillar of pure pleasure, everything else ceasing to exist for a few precious seconds. Instinctively, he grabbed Applejack’s rump and pulled it close, making sure that his flaring glans sealed itself right against the entrance to her womb and, with a victorious cry, shot the first of many jets of seed inside her waiting nethers.

The mare, unable to thrust any more, let out a frustrated whimper. She quickly found an alternative, though: one of her front hooves darted under her body, aiming straight for her clitoris. She rubbed and teased the nub, made even more sensitive by her arousal, until her body locked up. She screamed, shook, twitched, shuddered… every move being reflected into Sal’s dick and prolonging his own orgasm.

His eyes shut close and hers rolled back into her skull, they remained still for a while, like a lewd statue picturing pure bliss. They both would have been happy to be turned into such a sculpture, to make this moment of ultimate pleasure last for all of eternity...

Sadly, it had to stop... Applejack fell limply on Salud, all strength gone from her legs. She moved up and down, only due to the combined efforts of both of their chests as they tried to recover their breath. And even after that was done, they stayed on top of each other for a moment longer, their muscles as soft as jelly.

The jack’s cock slowly deflated as he came off his sexual high. When it had shrunk enough to no longer act as a plug, what felt like a liter of hot, sticky seed poured out of Applejack’s insides. The proof of his virility made Sal’s heart swell a little, but it was the cute, happy sigh that he heard coming from Applejack that made him smile. He rubbed a hoof gently along her mane and whispered his thanks in the mare’s ear.

“You’re welcome,” Applejack answered. Gently, she pecked him on the cheek before rising on shaky hooves. “Ah should go before Ah wanna ‘thank you’ some more...”

From his bed, Sal watched her tie her saddlebags around her back, the last drops of their combined fluids dripping on the ground as her rump jiggled just so… She turned around to face him, a hazy smile on her face and her eyes not quite focusing on him.

“If you ever come near Ponyville,” she said, “make sure to visit. Just ask the direction to Sweet Apple Acres...”

“I’ll remember that,” he told her.

“And maybe Ah’ll visit you again, if you don’t mind… Maybe next time Ah’m in heat?” she suggested with a playful look

“I think I’d like that,” he answered softly.

Applejack made her way to the wooden door and opened it. She stood there a few seconds, looking at the desert in front of her, then stepped out and turned around. She gave Salud a nod, said one last goodbye and left... Sal listened to her hoofsteps, slowly sounding more distant, until he couldn’t hear them anymore.

He stayed there for a moment, lying on his back with his forelegs folded under his head and a happy smile on his muzzle. Warm air came in through the opened door. It was the perfect, early day temperature that he liked best. The waterfall outside sung its usual, soothing babbling. And the sweet scent of apples and a mare in heat still lingered in the room.

Sal sighed dreamily… then began to sing to himself, quietly.

Oh, what a beautiful morning!
Yes, what a wonderful day…

Strolling along the winding path going down the mountain, Applejack felt just as giddy.

“Who’d have thought?” she asked no one in particular. “The worst heat Ah’ve ever had turned out to be the best.” She skipped down the trail, giggling like a filly. “Why didn’t Ah try this years earlier? Ah almost wish it could go longer…”

She could still feel some wetness escaping her folds and rolling down her thighs, quickly dried by the desert air, reminding her of the fun times that had led to this. “And Ah don’t even have to worry about getting pregnant,” she told herself. “That guy’s not even the same species. Heh heh... Ah might never try ponies again!”

Only the desert’s silence answered her, but Applejack did not care. She began humming a lively tune as she walked. Singing always made long trips go faster, so she decided to add some lyrics to her music…

Oh I just made a bud,
A new friend on this trail.
He is a lucky stud
Who got under my tail!

Yes, he showed me I could dare…
to beeee…
A real mare!

He wasn’t a romantic
Didn’t kiss me on the lips
But he was real frantic
When he went between my hips

And showed me I should care…
to beeeeeeee…
A real mare!

Oh it’s hot, there ain’t no breeze
But drinking won’t cause no quarrel
Had only two apples to squeeze
Yet we overfilled the barrel…

That kinda thing ain’t so rare…
when youuuuuu’re…
A real mare!

Author's Note

Today is Applejack Appreciation day.

Appreciate, y'all !