You are tired of working the farm endlessly and just want to go out into the world and explore other things. This fateful afternoon does not quite give you the world, but it does give you an opportunity to skulk over to the next farm over, Sweet Apple Acres.
Over there waits your destiny, farm mares.
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Ponies are ponies. Hooves all around. No anthro-sillies this time around.
Story written in a very short span of time, it is possible I edit it heavily but even more probable I just add more awesome to the silliness I've already managed.
Tagged "sex" for masturbation. Very likely more sex later.