Jack Plows

The party room at Sugar Cube Corner was all decked out. The event was just too high-key for me. Loud music and too many ponies jumping around and talking. Rainbow Dash gave me the stink-eye the whole time, especially when Mrs. Cake "accidentally" rubbed her flank against my crotch. Mr. Cake didn't let on that he knew what happened in the party room the night before, but I couldn't help looking at the huge mirror at the end of the room and knowing the truth.

I was only too happy to get out of that party early. Applejack led the way, making small talk. Apparently, the rest of the Apple family was out on other business. Big Mac was making a delivery on the other side of the Everfree Forest, while Granny Smith and Apple Bloom were in Manehattan visiting family. So the corn planting was up to her, and it was already behind schedule.

Sweet Apple Acres was beautiful. The rank, sweet scent of silage was my first introduction to the place. Upon cresting a hill I blinked the bright sun out of my eyes, only to be struck by its vast, idyllic beauty. Apple orchards stretched far into every direction over rolling hills. A gentle breeze blew the branches and rippled through a wheat field like waves in an ocean.

We made our way to a cluster of quaint farm buildings, and past a shit-smelling hog sty. A small brown and white dog greeted her excitedly, wagging its tail. Applejack petted the dog with a hoof. "I missed you too, Winona. Alright, alright, it's alright."

The dog calmed enough to let Applejack continue. She led the way to a large building. "Well, this here's our barn. The plow's inside with all my tack. There might be an extra hat for ya to keep the sun off yer head."

"Good idea."

She led the way. The barn's dirt floor was strewn with hay. Having no open windows, it gave a reprieve from the already-hot midday sun, but it was stiflingly hot nonetheless. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I waited for Applejack to gather her things.

Applejack called from a corner of the barn, "Could ya give me a hoof with this? It's always easier if I have some help."

"Sure." I joined her already fumbling with an array of leather straps. Leather. They're vegetarian alright, but apparently not following a vegan idealism. She patiently explained how to put on her plow tack. With a hoof, she held her blonde mane atop her head, letting straw-colored strands trail around her ears and down her face as I adjusted the collar. Checking the fit, I stroked the orange fur of her neck and shoulders, feeling her powerful muscles beneath. I slowly stroked her neck just above the collar, pretending to go on checking the fit but really just taking an excuse to feel her soft fur.

"It's fine, cowboy." She looked up at me from heavy-lidded eyes, seductive but also sternly about the business that we had to do.

I drew my hands away. "Sorry, Applejack."

"Call me AJ." She released her mane, and it spilled around her face, bouncing once. She shook her head to the side and caught the mane, wrapping the end of it in a piece of red ribbon. I fitted the bridle to her freckled muzzle as she watched me with those green eyes under long lashes.

I held the reins, and I was more than a little puzzled by them. "Why do we need these? I'm pretty sure you know what to do."

"Those are for me to keep you on track, pardner." I nodded my assent, and hooked them to the bridle.

Tightening the strap of the girth, I felt along her ribs and withers. The smell of dust, hay, and silage tugged at my nose. And then I proceeded to her hindquarters, laying the crupper over her muscular flanks, straps covering freckles and some of her three-apple cutie mark. I attached the crupper to the breeching, running it behind her ass while she held up her tail, golden hairs tickling my face. I could smell the tang of her sex, which twitched slightly at my proximity. Damn, that looks good. Distracted, I took longer than what was strictly necessary kneeling behind her with that strap. I ran the tug under her body, in front of her legs, so close to her small teats that it took an incredible effort of will to keep from stroking them. I stole a touch on her soft belly, and my hand lingered on the fur of her leg as I attached the tug to the breeching.

"Alright now, we've got work to do. Take the trace and hook it up." I did as instructed, attaching it to the collar and through the remaining pieces of tack, then hooking it onto the plow. "Here, pardner. You'll want to wear this, I reckon." She offered me a hat identical to her own, but battered and old. I donned it, and it fit pretty well.

AJ pulled the plow while I pushed it, and it moved with relative ease while we pushed it out of the barn and into the hot sun. I started to think this wouldn't be so hard, but I couldn't be more wrong. When we got to the field, she taught me how to dig the plow into the dirt. After that, the going was much more difficult. My back, arms, and legs strained to keep working the plow. Conversation was rare, and strictly business. She had to correct my technique a few times, and tug me with the reins to keep me on course, but soon we got into a groove and worked together well. As I got the hang of it, I found something that made this back-breaking work seem not so bad after all. The view was fantastic, and I don't mean the sun-dappled leaves of the orchard. Muscles rippled through AJ's freckled hindquarters as she tugged the plow, kicking up dust with each step. It was mesmerizing. Her straw-colored tail hung limply, draped down her ass, between her legs, the lower strands of it rolling off her hocks with every gain we made. I willed it to move out of the way, to give me a view of her vulva, and I was rewarded when she swatted the occasional fly. I caught glimpses of her sex, even her round, puckered asshole from time to time. I was too intent on the work to allow myself an erection, but it certainly stirred my loins.

I tried to pretend I wasn't staring at her plot whenever she turned to look at me, making a big show of looking anywhere else, but I don't think she was fooled.

Soon the hairs of her tail began to cling to the sweat of her backside, and I realized that my own sweat was pouring out of me, stinging my eyes and dripping from my nose and chin. The breeze died down and the air was still, while the sun mercilessly assaulted us. My shirt was soaked with sweat, and AJ earned a sheen of her own.

I was conscious of the fact she could have gone on working with far fewer breaks than I needed. No matter how physically fit you think you are, there's no way you can keep up with the sheer physical endurance of a farmer. Every so often, after reaching the end of a row, AJ would remove her hat and wipe sweat from her face, while I fetched cool water from the well. If she were on her own, she'd have to unhook the plow every time she needed to get water, so maybe my weakness didn't slow her down in the long run. She insisted that I drink first. Then she would take the pail, drinking deeply and letting the water run down her muzzle, spilling onto the ground and running down her freckled shoulders. Whatever remained she would pour over my head, or her own, drenching her mane and curling the hairs around her neck. She would then re-do her mane wrap, replace her hat, and we would return to our work.

My body tired, but my eyes did not. I squinted under the bright, hot sun, but I continued to watch those orange flanks, admiring their strength, their sweaty sheen, and catching glimpses of what was hidden under her golden tail. Despite the near lack of conversation, she seemed to warm up to me more and more as the day progressed. Now and then, she brushed her tail at seemingly nothing at all, giving me a look without the excuse of brushing away an insect. When the sun lowered nearer the horizon, she even began to wink her vulva at me, teasingly.

Eventually, as I tired, I got to the point that I was past hunger. I realized she was doing nearly all the work, but we managed to finish plowing the field a couple hours before sunset. She stopped to wipe the sweat from her brow, and I did the same. "That's it, pardner. I sure do appreciate all your help. I wouldn't have finished this before dusk without you. You sure are stronger than I expected."

"I'm just glad I could be useful." I was almost ready to collapse with exhaustion, but I ran off to fetch one last pail of water.

We each drank our share, and she wiped her muzzle with a hoof. "Well, time to get this plow put away."