Pleasure on the Cob

Celestia’s sun began rising on the horizon of Sweet Apple Acres signaling the beginning of dawn, and the start of the most important part of the Summer. Harvesting.

As the dim rays of the sunlight began blanketing the landscape as the sun steadily rose higher, the farm’s rooster let out his standard call to alert the Apple family members that it was time to begin chores--and the collection of their crop.

Unfortunately though, most of the family members were slow to get up, or even refused to remove themselves from the comfort of their beds. Granny Smith’s age had an affect on her hearing so her ears didn’t even intercept the rooster’s sound at all.

However, there was only one mare who was that eager to get up, and was excited when the rooster finally chimed. That mare was Applejack.

As soon as the rooster began singing, Applejack was already sitting straight up in bed, yawning and stretching herself out. Her light-blonde and loose mane sticked out at all ends. The bangs dangling free in front of her face.

Normally Applejack would attend to her routinely hygienic activities like taking a shower and brushing her teeth before she ate breakfast--but during a time like this, she skipped to just breakfast.

As a result, Applejack headed out to the fields looking like she normally did with her brown Stetson hat on her head, and her mane and tail tied up in their signature ponytails. The difference was that her mane, tail, and coat were unkempt due to not being brushed; and due to a lack of cleansing, her entire body gave off a bit of a stench as well.

The first chore that Applejack attended to was apple bucking of course since it was her most favorite chore to perform on the farm. Matter of fact, it was her designated one. Of course, she had side ones like corn collection.

As the sun rose higher and the temperature got warmer, Applejack decided to move on to the cornfields leaving the rest of the apple bucking to Big Macintosh and Apple Bloom whenever they would be able to get up. Applejack knew she had done them both a favor by getting it partially done for them.

As the cart got fuller and heavier with cobs, followed by the ever increasing temperature, Applejack’s task was becoming more and more difficult than she thought--even for a mare of her strength.

When the cart was finally full, Applejack grunted as she struggled to pull the cart back towards the farmhouse. As the cart moved, it hit a slight bump on the ground causing a few loose cobs to fall on to the ground.

“Consarnit!” Applejack cursed, clearly agitated. If the weather was cooler, she would take an incident like this more lightly.

Applejack unlatched herself from the wagon’s hinges and began to pick up the fallen cobs with her mouth.

As she did this procedure, a very strange and suggestive thought came to her mind.

As she looked at the cobs, they somehow looked like a stallion’s large and erected cock just ready to be sucked or put inside of her.

Applejack didn’t know it yet, but her eyes were dilated a bit as her mouth hung open, drooling with lusty desire.

Applejack was snapped out of her trance-like state when a light breeze blew up behind her, and directed a musky scent into the nostrils of her muzzle. She shook her head and tracked the scent from underneath her. What she saw caused her to blush shamefully.

She noticed that her marehood was swollen, and that it was leaking clear white fluids that dripped down her hind-leg like water dripping down from a tree branch.

Applejack knew what this meant.

Not only was it harvesting season, it was mating season as well. The time when both mares and stallions are in need of each other’s company in order to either produce foals, or relieve extreme sexual tensions. Both Spring and Summer were the seasons when the need for sex was at its strongest.

The problem for Applejack was that she didn’t have a stallion to relieve herself with because she figured she didn’t have time to date since her family and friends needed her the most of all. Granny Smith however did insist that she should find a mate one day and get married, but she constantly forgot how stubborn and stand-offish her eldest granddaughter can be sometimes.

In order to relieve herself during this time of year, Applejack normally found a private place to go, and used one of her hooves to masturbate with. Surely she could have the will to do that right now right? Wrong.

Yes she knew that using her hoof to pleasure herself was normally satisfying, but a corn cob’s shape, width, and length looked way more appeasing.

“No, Applejack!” she scolded herself, after thinking of such a thought. “Yer not like that. Jus’ go to the back of the barn where nopony can see ya, an’ clop there like ya normally would.”

Applejack headed for the barn, trying to erase the degrading thought of the corn cob from her mind. Never in her life has she thought of such a thing until now, and it freaked her out a bit. Celestia knows what would happen if she was caught sexually violating her family’s crop.

When she was halfway to her private destination, the suggestive thought of the corn cob forcefully returned to her head. Applejack’s will was faltering quickly, and she knew it.

Applejack tried constantly to get the thought of her mind, but it was becoming no use! She began to think that it was only one cob out of millions, so what harm could it do? Besides, she was curious about how different a corn cob would feel compared to a hoof--her guess turned her on even more.

Finally giving in, Applejack turned around and galloped back to the wagon and picked up one of the fallen cobs from the ground before bolting back towards the barn.

Before she closed the barn door for privacy, Applejack cautiously looked around for any sign of her family members, or anypony else that would intend on catching her in the act. The coast was clear thankfully.

Content, Applejack closed and locked the barn door behind her to ensure that if somepony happened to approach the barn, they would be unable to trot in freely.

Now feeling secured, Applejack looked around for secondary privacy incase somepony managed to unlock the door or bust it down. Big Mac’s strength was no exception to that deed.

Momentarily, Applejack spotted a tall and wide hay bail that would be perfect for hiding behind and gave enough coverage to pleasure herself out of eyesight.

Applejack once again checked her surroundings by looking out the barn windows and made sure the locks were firm and secure.

With her conscious finally eased, Applejack took the cob and hurriedly trotted behind the bail.

Applejack then carefully analyzed the cob with her eyes and hoof as it ran across the husk which felt thick and rough to the touch. Applejack knew she wanted pleasure, not pain--unless it was the pleasurable kind.

Applejack easily peeled the husk away to reveal the yellow and bumpy texture of the kernels beneath. Sure she knew a stallion’s penis wasn’t bumpy, but she was eager to experience the feelings she may receive from this kind of material.

Before she proceeded any further with her agriculture sex toy, Applejack had some last minute concerns about how far she would be able to stick it inside her without tearing any internal tissues or muscles. Her best bet was just to take it nice and easy until she got used to any strange feelings.

Mind finally at ease, Applejack decided to start her happy time by licking and sucking the kernels to lube them up as if it was a normal stallion’s dick. Sure it didn’t provide a satisfying salty and musky taste, but Applejack was getting aroused just by using her imagination.

When she believed that the corn was moist enough, Applejack stopped licking it and readied it near her waiting sex.

‘Here we go,’ she thought excitedly to herself and slowly inserted the tip of the cob into her pussy.

Applejack emitted a small happy moan of ecstasy as she felt her walls being spread apart and stretched by the steadily increasing width of the corn as it plunged deeper and deeper inside of her. This feeling was nothing compared to using her hoof, but Applejack didn’t mind at all. It was way better than a hoof. Also, it fit perfectly inside her! She managed to reach three-fourths of the total length.

After taking a short break to get use to the new feeling of something large and wide inside her, Applejack gently constricted her moist and warm walls around the cob before she started to slowly and steadily pull it out; but not all the way.

When two-fourths of the bottom was out, Applejack began to push it back inside of her slightly faster since it was already lubed up from her own juices.

Applejack kept repeating this process over and over again, and increased her speed at a steady pace--all the while letting her moans and squeals increase in volume.

To increase the performance of her fantasy, Applejack imagined that she was being rutted by Caramel who was one of the farmhooves that worked at her family’s farm.

Sure she got agitated at him countless times because he always lost track of things like seeds during Winter Wrap Up, but she couldn’t deny how handsome he was.

She couldn’t be sure if Caramel’s dick was big as a corn cob, but Applejack went along with whatever her questionable thoughts went along with. Jerking off like this never had been more exciting for this horny cowpony.

After about several moments of fantasized lust, Applejack felt the familiar build up of her orgasm approaching; but it felt different.

Instead of just having a feeling of building pressure, this feeling had a bit of a burning to it which indicated that her orgasm was going to be way more intense than it ever has been with her hoof.

Frankly this didn’t scare Applejack because she knew she was successful at tricking her own body into thinking it was being pounded by a large cock.

Applejack now began to mindlessly ram the cob deeper and faster into her pussy as she could all the while practically screaming from her overwhelming feelings of euphoria. Her entire body was shaking and writhing severely as a result as well.

“Oh yes, Caramel! Fuck me without mercy! Ah want it so bad!”

As she felt herself becoming close, Applejack used her other hoof to gently stroke her clitoris which made holding back her rapidly approaching orgasm very difficult.

Several seconds later, her dam finally burst.

“AAAAWWWWWOOOGAAAA!!!” Applejack shrieked as a torrent of her warm and built up mare nectar burst out of her, soaking the cob, her hoof that was holding it, and the dirt and hay floor of the barn. This orgasm was nothing compared to her previous ones at all, but she loved it!

When her orgasm finally subsided after a short while, and was reduced to nothing but a tiny dribble, Applejack just layed on her back in a dazed state, all the while catching her wind.

When she was fully conscious enough, Applejack heard a pounding on the barn door  that nearly made her jump out of her coat.

“Applejack! Are ya alright ‘n there?” she heard her grandmother call.

“Hold on. Ah’m comin’!” Applejack called back and trotted over to the door, which was a bit difficult because her back legs felt like rubber. She made sure to keep the cob hidden behind the hay bail before she went over to the door as well.

After undoing the locks and opening the door, Applejack was surprised to see both Apple Bloom and Big Mac with Granny Smith. All three looked very worried.

“What’s wrong?” Applejack asked them.

“We heard ya scream, sis,” Apple Bloom replied. “We thought ya were hurt.”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac added.

“Oh no. Ah’m fine. Ah jus’ was…..uh,” Applejack stuttered trying to think of a reasonable excuse.

“Let me guess, ya were havin’ fun with yerself again,” Granny Smith said while eyeing Applejack suspiciously.

Applejack felt her cheeks become hot as they blushed a crimson red.

“W-what are ya talkin about, granny?” Applejack asked, trying her best to be convincing with innocence--but failed miserably.

“Oh, darlin’. We all know it’s already heat season for mares yer age,” Granny Smith replied smirking. “Besides Ah’m not completely hard-of-hearing tah know that thoose were screams of pleasure, not pain.”

“Not in front of Apple Bloom, granny!” Applejack stated, clearly shocked that her grandmother would say such suggestive things in the presence of a young filly.

“Ah’m fine with it,” Apple Bloom replied shrugging. “Ah’ll be old enough someday to understand it more anyway.”

Applejack was at a loss of words, but knew her little sister did have a point.

“Ah’m sorry if Ah worried y’all,” Applejack said quietly. “But at least Ah started the harvestin’ chores for ya.”

“Thank you, Applejack. How ‘bout now ya get yerself cleaned up before ya help us out. Yer smellin riper than an unproduced tomato,” Granny Smith suggested.

“Ah will,” Applejack nodded and headed back to the farmhouse for a quick bath.

When she was on the porch and about to open the door, she stopped suddenly when she heard her grandmother shout from the barn--and she didn’t sound too happy.

“Applejack!”

“Yes, granny!” Applejack called back, unsure of what the problem was.

“What did you do to this corn, young mare?” Granny Smith demanded while holding up the now discovered, and still moist cob in one hoof. Big Mac didn’t look amused either, and Apple Bloom looked very uneasy about the situation.

Applejack’s only reply was a very dark red blush, and pulling her Stetson over her face in high shame and embarrassment. She knew she was in trouble now.