Ch. 1 - The Adventure Begins
You look over the giant stack of hay-bales you have spent all day stacking. You are pretty proud of your work but there is something nagging in the back of your mind. There has to be something more to life than just hay and fields. You look down to your hooves, roughed up and dirty from the long day. Perhaps it is time to head home, clean yourself up and then slip out to simply explore your surroundings. You are tired of the old farmhouse and the barn haven't held any places to hide away in and daydream properly for quite some time now.
You gallop through the fields and little copses of trees that outlines your family's farmland. A good run and the wind in your mane feels good. Although, it is nothing you haven't felt hundreds of times before. The nagging remains. Like an itch that you cannot reach to scratch.
Taking the clever paths you have found, you are soon home. Same old farm, same old scenery around it. No one else is at home, you thank your lucky star for that one. Pa will be satisfied with your hay stacking and Ma, well, she doesn't approve of anything you do so you are just happy you will be able to sneak out before she stops you.
Cleaning up a few cuts, poking a few sores and blisters, you wash yourself fairly well. Your goal is still to escape this enormous, open prison. You take no risks slacking off any time and just as quick as you arrived, you make your way out.
The afternoon is nice, at least now you know you are sure to be free for a few hours. You spend a good, long moment stalking around the fields, thinking of where to go. You debate it with yourself in your mind for a while but being this far away from anything interesting, the answer is rather obvious.
The next farm over. Many a stolen moments spent sneaking around that place, this will be another. At least their lands have more interesting scenery, endless apple orchards as far as the eye can see. Sweet Apple Acres is its name and it makes all kinds of sense.
You feel like some kind of adventurous explorer as you make you way over to the neighbouring farm. It is quite the run but you are already busy making up scenarios in your mind, daydreaming while running. There are visions in your head already, the cute Apple daughters are in need of rescuing. From something... Or someone. You are the dashing hero, pushing far into unknown territory to find them.
All around you now are apple trees, tall, mighty and very well-tended. The apples look delicious but you have no time to bother with such things right now. The buildings of Sweet Apple Acres are ahead. You slow down into a more careful trot, now looking around for someone, anyone that would be “the enemy”.
You skulk your way through the last of the trees and up behind the carrot patch with accompanying carrot-house. Your stealth is legendary, your moves are as lithe as... Something that's very sneaky. The slowly coming dusk only aids your prowess. At least in your mind.
Surveying the yard for quite some time, you wonder where everyone is. This place is usually pretty busy. Perhaps they are still in the fields. You do not even want to think about what a bummer this all is if they've all gone to town... Or out of town.
Just as your imagination is beginning to fade and the feeling of a let-down is spreading in your mind, something re-kindles your hope. The sound of hooves. You conceal yourself as best you can by the carrot-house and scan your surroundings for whomever is moving. The mission has now become a very important espionage. Surely there is some secrets to be found, some insidious plot to be foiled.
Your attention is drawn again by the sound of hooves approaching. From the path to and through the orchard, two shapes appear. You recognize them instantly. Not that you know the entire Apple family but you do have an eye for the pretty ones. One with a coat of orange, wearing a hat, Applejack. One with a pale yellow coat and vibrant green mane, Apple Fritter.
You follow their movements intently. They seem to be done with their day's work in the fields as well. Just like you, a bit dirty and beat up. There is a certain spring in their steps though and you see them chitchat happily. About what, you cannot tell. There isn't a thought in your mind that spying on girls might seem creepy. You are but a simple farm-boy after all.
They pass, you are left unnoticed. Commence phase two. You sneak after the two mares, doing your best to get closer and closer while remaining undetected, of course. It isn't much of a challenge though, the two mares are far too busy with their own to even imagine there would be someone prowling around their home.
You manage to get close enough to pick up snippets of their conversation. You are pretty sure you hear something along the lines of the day's working being extra hard because of the lack of other family members. Now the two females are off to clean themselves up. You hold back a little noise of excitement and praise yourself for being done with your work early.
This sounds way too good to pass up on. You follow along, a shadow in the dusk, a spectre of twilight. The espionage-mission has become that of a perverted creeper. Or by all means, a horny young colt. You are eyes behind the bushes, a fly on the wall as the two mares collect the things they will need for a proper bath. Water from the pump, a large wooden tub. Applejack disappears into the kitchen of the farmhouse for quite some time. You take the opportunity to stake out several vantage points. Luckily they have placed their tub in a fairly open area in the yard behind the house.
Perhaps they chose the spot because no one else is around, perhaps it is for some other reason. You do not care. As you settle into one of your state-of-the-art hiding spots with a perfect view, Applejack calls Apple Fritter into the house.
You wait, pretty much holding your breath until you start feeling light-headed. Then finally, the two mares re-appear, carrying buckets of steaming hot water. A bit of arranging and testing the temperature later, the bath seems ready. Far more luxurious than you ever bothered with, you praise to the high heavens the will of mares.
Applejack does not seem fussy at all about the temperature of the water and pretty much dives into the shallow pool. Apple Fritter follows closely but a whole lot more careful, pulling with her a large wash-cloth. You hold your breath once again. You have watched pretty girls before. Quite a lot actually, but not like this. Not all wet... Shiny...
And then comes the bomb. Apple Fritter produces a large chunk of soap from somewhere, lathers it all over the cloth until there are bubbles everywhere. Then she puts the cloth to Applejack's back. Your mind is about to explode right then and there. Not only are they splashing around in the same tub, they are touching each other too.
All thoughts of adventurous glory are instantly blown away by your currently white-hot sex drive. This is the kind of stuff only dreams can bring, two gorgeous farm girls sharing soap. You bite your lip and swallow hard. Applejack flicks some water at Apple Fritter and says something inaudible. Fritter turns around and puts her front legs on the edge of the tub, then stretches her hind legs to lift her plot out of the water.
Your eyes feel like they are bulging out of your head as Applejack starts soaping her cousin up rather vigorously. The shiny, wet, soapy plot of Fritter is currently the holy grail. Your erection is a tool of the apocalypse.
With your mind firing rapid-fire, you decide that the only logic thing to do is obviously to sneak closer. This display of goddesses needs to be witnessed in full detail. You still have a little screaming voice in the back of your head that warns you about this all being over with the first mistake. You steel yourself and stick low to the ground as you make a crawl-run-dash for a stack of hay bales significantly closer to the tub.
Success, the two mares are far too busy with each other to notice you. You arrive at your new spot in time to see Applejack get the same treatment Apple Fritter got that sent your privates into outer space. The pale-yellow pony gives the orange one a good scrub. The dying light glistens in the wetness of Applejack's majestically round, eternally tight behind. Fritter isn't done there and continues up Applejack's back and into her rather messy mane.
Another splashing erupts soon after Fritter soaps up Applejack's mane. An dream or fantasy could not prepare you for this. The two mares actually start wrestling. You bite your lip again, almost drawing blood. You have to do a double-take to see if you actually are awake. Alive, too, for that matter. This could, after all, be heaven.
A sweet sound, no, two sweet sounds are carried on the soft wind from between the splashing of water. Fritter's high-pitched giggling and Applejack's calm laughter. You breathe heavily and take it all in. Your erection is now painful. Another debate with yourself in your mind, what would be the best course of action?
Thinking with your brain never got you anywhere anyway. Your sex drive wins again. Propping yourself up as subtly as possible for a good view and the possibility to stroke your member, you promptly begin to masturbate. Not quite the most difficult activity to do without getting instantly discovered but a challenge none the less.
Thankfully, the two mares are having quite the romp. Water splashes, soap and a few towels are casualties of the wrestling. Applejack looks like she is winning but Apple Fritter suddenly pulls a sneaky move, trips her cousin and the fight is back on. You hold back grunts and try to stifle your loud breathing as you clop to your hearts content.
You brain keeps firing like a crazed gunman, the excitement of spying, the beautiful view in general... You are getting awfully close awfully quick. Your imagination comes back for a visit and you see before you the two cute mares slipping in some particular way, snout to behind... Or perhaps a kiss.
Yes, oh yes. You mutter something for yourself. Out loud? You glance around in panic. There is no sound or movement. Wait, no sound or movement? You scan the yard for a second before examining the tub closely. Fritter is stroking water out of her mane, pretty as ever.
Applejack is gone. Before you can react too much to the fact, you hear a very, very heart-stopping noise. The sound of a throat being cleared.
You look to the side to find Applejack standing at leg's reach away from you, perfect view of your fully erect glory. Or perhaps shame.
“My, my... We've got a live one... Hey, I know you.”
She takes a step closer. You are frozen with a dumb look on your face, your flagpole still at high salute.
“Fritter, come over here, we've got a fan.”
Applejack sounds far too happy, it throws you off. You were expecting angry words and a good kicking. You stammer something that is just a string of unrelated words. Applejack leans in and puts her hoof against your mouth.
“No, no, sugarcube... You watched us, it's only fair we'd watch you.”
She smiles and measures you with her gaze, her eyes staying quite some time at your soldier-at-attention.
“What is it, Applejack, a fan... What?”
Fritter rounds the hay-bales, still glistening wet. When she lays eyes on you, she stops dead in her tracks and blushes brightly.
“Oh my...”
Applejack turns to her, a sly look on her face.
“Yep, here's tonight's entertainment alright”
