Jack Plows

by bigmacintosh2000

Rating: mature
Tags: Applejack, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Human, Romance, Original Character, Sex
Length: 9753

Jack, the human in Equestria, helps Applejack on the farm. Eventually, he can't control his urges.

This story is tagged as "Dark" for a reason! If you might be bothered by something like that, you can hover over the spoilered text below to see what that's about.

Jack was brought to Equestria by Discord, to be Fluttershy's companion and to sow chaos. This is the third part of his adventure.

After meeting the rest of the Mane 6 for the first time, he decides to help Applejack on the farm. He ends up pushing the plow while AJ pulls it. So Jack is in a position to be staring at that thick farm pony plot all day long, and it drives him to do something he might not do with a clear head.

This is unabashed, pure human-on-pony clopfiction. It has no greater meaning, and doesn't attempt to do anything else. It is technically a sequel, but you don't need to read the prior installments to get the drift of what's happening here.

Read if you like human-on-pony action and you're not too hung-up on issues of consent in a clopfic. You might want to know that things get maybe a little too real-life horsey, for some people, in some places. Specifically, we're talking rape/bondage and horse tack/horseshoes eroticized . There's also some romantic finger play, cunnilingus, teats, and vaginal sex.

Published 2015-05-11 15:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-05-11 15:50:01 UTC

The Station

Author's Note

Note on writing Applejack's dialogue: I tried to strike a balance between flavor and ease of reading. I didn't want it to distract too much, so in many cases I opted for standard spellings rather than reproducing her speech phonetically.

The Station

I missed Fluttershy. Badly, and in more ways than one. I missed her for her kindness, her quiet beauty, her beautiful turquoise eyes. But I also missed the incredible sex. Sure, my little encounter with Cup Cake helped in that regard, but I can't wait to see my Fluttershy again.

It was a little over a week since Discord brought me to Equestria, the only human in a land filled with technicolor ponies. And it was the day my Fluttershy and her friends were set to return from an urgent mission in the Crystal Empire. So I waited for her at the train station, more than a little nervous about meeting her friends. It had been a warm morning, and the day would only get hotter, without a cloud in the sky to stop Celestia's glaring sun from beating down. Ponies milled about the station, mostly avoiding me--but a young colt wouldn't stop staring at me, despite his mother's dirty looks and muttered scolding.

A gray pegasus was also looking at me, or trying not to appear like she was looking at me--I'm not quite sure, exactly, where she was looking with those crossed eyes. She seemed intrigued anyway. I was about to go talk to her when the train whistle blew in the distance. My heart leaped in my chest. I waited, with no small amount of excitement and impatience, as it rolled heavily into the station, clanging and chugging, blowing off a great hiss of steam. The brakes screeched, but before the engine had stopped, a pink-haired, yellow pegasus came flying toward me.

"Jack!" Fluttershy squeaked. If she were any heavier, she would have tackled me with her hug. As it was, I stumbled back, hugging her tight around her midsection while her forelegs wrapped around the back of my head.

I kissed her cheek. "I missed you so much, Fluttershy."

"I missed you too."

A husky voice interrupted. "So this is that heeyoomin you were talking about?" I looked up to see an athletic blue pegasus with a rainbow mane, flapping her wings several feet away. She crossed her forelegs suspiciously.

"Rainbow Dash!" A purple pony with wings and a horn chided her. "You must be Jack," she smiled at me. "My name is Twilight Sparkle. You seem to have left quite the impression on Fluttershy."

My yellow pegasus released me from her embrace and stood next to me, the top of her head at chest height, with a wing stretched across my backside. "I'm sorry for being so rude. Everypony, this is Jack. He's...my special somepony."

Several dozen ponies were making their way off the train, but she was clearly addressing the five closest to us.

A white unicorn with a dark purple mane curtsied, offering me a hoof which I took and kissed in a gentlemanly manner. "It's so lovely to meet you, Jack. I am Rarity," she enunciated each syllable with care. "Fluttershy seems quite taken with you. I do hope you'll be joining us at Sugar Cube Corner."

"Nice to meet you, Jack! I'm Pinkie Pie!" an overly-excited earth pony reached a hoof out to shake my hand. I took it, and smiled at her. She was pink, and slightly plump, with a tightly curled mane of a darker pink. "Now, who's ready to party?"

"Well, I'd love to join you, everypony," an blonde-maned, orange earth pony spoke up in a country accent that made I'd sound like ah've, "but I've been away all week and I've got a lot of work to do." She had flecks of a lighter color in her coat, clustering around her face, shoulder, and back, resembling freckles. Her body was clearly powerful, as thick as Pinkie Pie but well-muscled. She may not have the muscle tone of Rainbow Dash, but I had no doubt she was much stronger. "Corn's not gonna plant itself." She tipped her cowgirl hat to me. "By the way, I'm Applejack. It was nice meetin' ya, Jack, but I've really gotta get to the farm."

"Aawww," Pinkie cried in disappointment. "Can't you at least come by for a piece of cake?"

"Sorry, Pinkie, I surely can't." Applejack began to walk away as the train let off another hiss of steam.

"Wait!" I called to Applejack. Turning to my special somepony, I spoke just above a whisper, "Fluttershy, I really missed you. And I'm very happy to meet all your friends. It's just--" I paused, sighing, "--I'm a little, intimidated by meeting them all at once. Maybe, instead of going to the party, I could help out on the farm today. Then I could get to know just one of your friends at a time." I shrugged. "And with my help, maybe she could spare the time for a piece of cake."

Fluttershy's face registered disappointment. "I understand. I'm actually a little shy myself." She turned to Applejack. "If Jack helps you on the farm today, do you think, um, maybe you would have enough time to join the party for a little bit?"

"Well," the orange pony considered, green eyes looking up, "I reckon I would."

"Yippee!" Pinkie exclaimed.

Plowing Sweet Apple Acres

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."

More Plowing

Knowing the work day was at an end gave me a second wind. I did most of the work of getting the plow back to the barn, watching AJ's tail swish contentedly back and forth across her thick, muscular hind legs. Though the air outside was beginning to cool somewhat, the barn was stuffy and unbearably hot, hotter than it had been outside all day. Our sweat poured out with renewed force, and I threw my hat aside to wipe it away from my brow, streaking dirt across my face from my filthy hands. The grit and stickiness of old sweat clung to every part of my body. The smell of dust and silage was overpowering in the heat, and dust motes hung in the still air, illuminated by thin shafts of light from gaps in the barn walls.

We got the plow to its resting place. She tossed her hat onto a waiting hook and wiped her own face with a dirty hoof. She was as dirty, sweaty, and sticky as I was. "Alright, Jack, go ahead and unhook the tugs." She removed the ribbons from her mane and tail, shaking them off so the hair hung, messy, all around and over her face. She fanned her sweaty ass with her tail, and I caught sight of her winking sex, swollen with heat and hard work. Thinking of the opportunity now presented--or at least teased--I suddenly got a full erection rubbing inside my jeans. Uncomfortable, I had to adjust it through my pocket. A bead of sweat trickled down the curve of her thick, meaty plot; watching it put me over the edge. My heart beat faster, and I sucked air. My hands trembled.

"Well, what are you waitin' for?" she asked, impatiently.

I stepped over one of the broad leather straps to stand behind her, and she corrected my apparent error. "No, unhook it from the plow first, then we can get the rest of the tack offa me." But that wasn't my intention. I grabbed the reins and yanked hard, bringing her head back, a look of open-mouthed shock on her face. I rubbed my crotch along the top of her bare, sweaty ass. She tensed at the contact, holding her tail flat over her sensitive areas. I ground myself against her, holding the reins firmly in my right hand while caressing her freckled, cutie marked flank with my left. I looked at her face staring back at me in alarm, golden mane trailing in sweaty strands over her face.

"Wha...whaddaya doin' there, pardner?" She breathed shallow, panicked breaths, while I held my own.

What am I doing? This isn't like me, to force myself on a girl. But I was overwhelmed, intoxicated by her rugged country beauty, the muscles of her flanks, the sweat, the heat, the sick-sweet smell of silage. The pheromones. The glances of her vulva ever-so-subtly winking at me, convincing me that even if she didn't think she wanted it, her body needed it. I yanked the reins back harder, forcing her head back uncomfortably far. She cried out in surprise and panic, then took a sharp intake of breath. Her forelegs fell into a kneeling position, raising her haunches up to a more suitable angle.

With my left hand I unzipped my jeans, pulling them and my underwear down below my ass. I grabbed my dick and slowly traced one of the apples on her right flank, and played connect-the-dots with her freckles. "Now wait just a minute there, Jack," she spoke slowly, with little breath escaping her muzzle. I ignored her protestations. The sweat-slicked orange fur felt good against the tip of my glans, so I rubbed the entire shaft along her flank before bringing it up atop her tail. A part of me rebelled against what I was doing, shouting out at me from the better part of my brain, but it was drowned out by the blood rushing in my head. I slid my cock down through the ragged but soft blonde hair of her tail, then stroked her tail with my left hand. I slowly ran my thumb up the inside of her leg, sliding it along her left outer labia, tracing a line around her asshole, and finally forcing my thumb under the fleshy dock of her tail.

I looked at AJ's green eyes, partially obscured by her mane. She was saying something, her freckled face tense and ears perked up, but I couldn't hear her over my own pounding heart and the oppressive heat of the barn's stagnant air. She didn't look scared, exactly. Tense. Surprised. But maintaining enough calm to suggest she felt she could still talk her way out of this. She struggled, but between the traces hooked to the plow and my own hold on the reins, she was held fast. I yanked again on the reins, and she gritted her teeth, trying to pull her head back away.

Her forelegs splayed out further on the ground. My eyes danced along the freckles of her back and hindquarters. With no small effort, I managed to force her dock up with my left thumb, holding her tail firmly to the side. There was her trembling marehood, contracting, twitching, sticky and sweaty, an orange door to a pink house of pleasure. Hands-free, I rubbed the head of my penis up and down her slit, leaving traces of precum on her outer folds. I prodded at her dry entrance. She moistened slightly, but I, dry-mouthed, spit on my dick, and rubbed it around with my dirty left hand. Her tail fell back in front of her marehood, but I yanked it aside and bore down, trying to penetrate her with my raging erection. Her body resisted too much, so my cock just pressed against her pussy without success. Grabbing my shaft with my left hand, I brushed aside her tail with it and began forcing my way in, slowly. The head entered her. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, ears pinning back. Her entire body tensed at the intrusion.

I pulled the head out of her, and she relaxed somewhat. The blood in my head died down to a throbbing, dull roar. I could hear the pigs outside, making contented noises, and AJ's own shallow, sharp intakes of breath. "Jack," her voice trembled, "let's just get on inside and forget this ever happened." Her leg muscles strained as she tried to pull away. I spat at her swollen vulva, mostly missing and cursing under my breath. I didn't have any more saliva to spare, but drunk on my single-minded arousal I went ahead anyway.

I reentered her, and she tensed up again. I forced it in further against the tightness of her pussy. "Ow!" She buried her face under her right foreleg, her entire body shaking. As I pushed deeper, I felt a tearing inside her, and she cried out in pain. Her tensed, contracting vagina was the tightest hole I'd ever felt. I pushed past mostly dry folds and found that, deeper inside, she was wet. With my left hand, I held her generous ass cheek open to gain greater access, and pushed all the way in. She cried out a little louder. My face was over her back, and a single bead of sweat dropped from my nose to land on her soft, dusty fur.

Her bridled face was forced into the dirt by our combined weight, her straw-colored mane tousled and lying haphazardly around her head. Her face hidden by her leg, she whimpered and moaned, disturbing the dust of the floor with each of her exhalations. I dropped the reins, which ran over her back and rested on the dirt next to her, then grabbed her sweaty stifles with both hands for leverage.

I slowly brought my shaft outward, and forced it back in again, and repeated the motion, bringing the moisture from deep inside her to lubricate the entire depth of her canal. She was still unbelievably tight, and contracted around my member with almost painful force, but her vaginal muscles had lost some of their fight against my relentlessness. It took several full insertions and retreats to spread the moisture throughout her achingly tight vagina.

Her femininity fully slicked, I began pumping into her smoothly, slowly. She gave way, just barely, with each inward thrust, and held tight at my retreats. It felt like she was sucking me into herself. "Oh, fuck, AJ, you feel so good."

She whimpered. "It hurts. Ah, it hurts."

"Oh, fuck, it's good." I leaned over her, more sweat dropping from my body onto her rigid leather collar. I ran a hand along the ridge of her spine and the beefy curve of her flank, still pumping into her at a moderate speed. Wet, slopping sounds escaped her interior at each thrust. I grabbed her stifles with both hands again, but a hand slipped off from the sweat; I grabbed the leather crupper running over her back from flank to flank, and held tight. I rocked my hips back and forth to explore her full depths from the tip to the base of my cock. I reveled in the feel of her insides grasping my glans and massaging my shaft. Holding tight to the crupper, I started moving faster. Our sweaty bodies slapped together. My balls slapped on her rump. Her juices poured freely while I pounded into her, hard. "Oh, fuck, AJ, oh, fuck."

She whimpered softly, and groaned in an unclear mix of pain and pleasure. I was nearing climax, the heat rising within my loins. "I'm getting close," I husked between heavy breaths. Suddenly her hind legs gave out and she collapsed, nearly dragging me down until I loosed my grip on her tack and let it fall with her body. My dick slipped out of her, and my climax died down, unfulfilled. She was lying down on her left side, dirt sticking to the sweat of her heaving body.

I suddenly became aware of the intense aching of every muscle in my body, the effect of the day's hard labor. I struggled into a kneeling position, lifting her by her left ass cheek and right leg. A trickle of blood ran from her throbbing marehood, but the pang of guilt I felt was overpowered by my physical need. I forced myself back into her. It went in more easily this time, but she gasped and tightened down around my shaft again.

I grabbed the tug and crupper and held fast to them as I renewed my thrusting. Slick-slorp-slop-slorp-slap, I fucked her, strong curves of her flank trembling against my legs. Her breathing was shallow and fast. She uncovered her face and began watching me, wide-eyed, mouth open, her mane clinging with sweat around her freckled face. I continued thrusting, my muscles tight, her soaking sex swallowing my rigid cock with each pumping motion.

Then, I swear she began to move as well. Just barely, but I know she was moving her hips too, increasing her stimulation. I fucked her harder. She gritted her teeth, fighting back a cry of--pain? Pleasure? Both? She made a limp attempt to push me away with a foreleg, but her horseshoe just brushed against my stomach and fell lamely to the floor.

I felt my pleasure rising. "I'm getting close," I gasped into the stifling air.

"Not inside, not inside!" she protested. I adjusted my weight forward, edging deeper into her body.

My orgasm inched closer, welling up inside me. "Oh, fuck, AJ, I'm going to cum," I whispered.

"Pull it out, please," her eyes begged me, tears welling up there. I just looked back into her green eyes intently, my own mouth open. My breath came in ragged gasps. My dick started spasming, spilling my seed into her womb. She tightly shut her eyes. "It stings!" My continued thrusts coated her insides as more cum flowed from me into her, until, finally, my body shook, and I collapsed, exhausted, on top of her, both of us breathing heavily.

After long moments lying on top of her heaving, sturdy frame, I rolled to the side. I rested one arm under her neck. I kissed the opposite side of her neck, and she shuddered. I began stroking her mane with my free hand. Her entire body was still tense, but my stroking eventually relaxed her. She began sobbing softly, a few tears running down her face. Without moving from my position with her back pressed against me, I gingerly unstrapped her tack and removed it from her, leaving her naked.

When her quiet cries wouldn't stop, I hugged around her, rocking her, stroking and kissing the fur of her neck. I shushed her, whispering in her ear that I was sorry, and everything was going to be OK.

Pillow Talk

I sat alone in the kitchen, at a dining set made for creatures smaller than myself, munching listlessly on a peanut butter sandwich that I couldn't taste. I drank glass after glass of water, restoring all I'd lost from sweat. The house was quiet but for the creaking of the upstairs floorboards. I heard a shower turn on, more creaking of the floor, and the shower turned off. I left my sandwich unfinished.

"Jack," Applejack called down, "shower's free. We don't go to bed dirty in the Apple house."

I climbed the creaky stairs. A light was visible under a door down the hall, and I proceeded to a wide-open door which turned out to be the bathroom. The shower was easy enough to figure out. I had to crouch down to wash my head. The cool water felt good, washing away dirt and sweat and guilt. I dried myself with a towel that AJ had left out for me, before realizing the only clothes I had, the only clothes that would fit me in all the world, were dirty. I wrapped the towel around my waist.

"AJ?" I called into the hall.

"Yeah?" her voice came from behind her closed door.

"I don't have anything clean to wear."

After a few moments, she responded. "I reckon I can wash your clothes tomorrow. For now you can borrow my robe. Come on in."

I went to her doorway, slowly pushing down the handle and opening the door. A sad country song played from a turntable atop her dresser, above which hung a bulletin board plastered with ribbons and medals. She sat before a rustic oak vanity, wearing a green robe and braiding her hair into pigtails.

Her reflection in the vanity mirror smiled at me slightly, dimples forming in her freckled cheeks. "Just a sec, sugar cube." With surprising skill, she finished the second braid and adorned the end of it with a green bow matching the one on the opposite side. The pretty bows and intricate hairstyle softened her appearance, making her seem more feminine and innocent. She stood up and slipped out of her robe, leaving her clad in a white tank top and white panties printed in a cherry motif. They were modest underwear, fully covering the parts of her flanks that they ought to, but the way they ran just under her tail sent a tingle through my crotch just the same. Keep it together, Jack. She needs your sympathy and comfort, not what you're thinking.

With a hoof, she offered me the robe. I tightened the towel around my waist and attempted to don the robe, but there was no way it was going to fit. The sleeves were designed to point forward, so it wouldn't close at the front for me, and it was too small besides.

"Well, it was worth a shot, sugar cube. I guess you'll just have to wear that towel."

"I guess so."

"Here," she took a brush in her mouth and offered it to me. I took it, and watched the rippling muscles of her flanks as she climbed into bed and lay down on her side, facing away from me. "Could you brush my tail?"

"Sure." I looked at the bed and the chair, opting for the latter and placing it next to the bed. I brushed her long, golden tail. The fur gradually softened from the effort. She was silent, listening to the morose country crooning. Occasionally, a timber wolf howl came in through the open window on a gentle breeze that blew the green curtains. Eventually the turntable went silent as well, the quiet motor still operating, the speaker crackling. I got up, tightened the towel around my waist again, and turned the music player off.

"I should get to bed." I covered her with blankets and turned to the door. I turned off the light, letting only moonlight wash in from the window to light the room. "Where should I sleep?"

She turned her head to the side to see me. "Sugar cube? I don't wanna be alone right now. Do you think you could sleep in here? With me?"

My heart skipped a beat. "Sure thing, AJ. Do you have a sleeping bag I could use, or--"

"In here, with me." She pulled the blanket aside with a hoof, revealing the freckles of her back under her tank top, and the barest hint of her panties under her tail. The thick curve of her flank rose under the blankets.

Wordlessly, the floor creaking under my feet, I stepped to the bed, dropped the towel to the floor, and lay down. It creaked under my weight. I settled myself on my side a few inches away, one arm under my pillow, and drew up the covers.

I watched her breathing in the moonlight, her pigtails resting on her neck and the pillow. Her head was lower than mine, so that our butts were about even, given her small pony frame. She backed up to me, her warmth feeling nice under the covers in the cool air of the room. Her mane smelled of soap and fresh sawdust. I let my right arm rest on my own side, draping my forearm between us.

For a time, there was only the sound of crickets and wind. Then, "I've never even touched myself before." It took me a moment before I realized what she was talking about. "Not--that way. Don't know how."

I waited, unsure how to respond to this. Long moments passed with only the breeze for a sound.

"I gotta be honest with you, sugar cube. I think yer real attractive. A part of me was sorta hopin' somethin' might happen between us. You know--romantic-like." A cricket chirped outside. "That was, uh, not exactly what I had in mind. I thought, you know, maybe a kiss in the barn, and I'd blush, and you'd be on your way back to Fluttershy." I put my hand on her side, over her tank top. She went on, more quietly, "Didn't think for a moment I'd be losin' my virginity today. Least of all without my say-so."

I choked up, whispering, "I'm sorry."

"You know, I coulda bucked you offa me at any time. But I didn't." I wasn't so sure about that. She's strong, yes, but still very small, and she was in a compromised position. But I didn't argue.

After a short pause, she went on. "But I reckon you should be sorry, just the same. I feel sorta dirty. Cheap. I woke up this mornin' with sex bein' the last thing on my mind. Never even kissed a stallion before, 'less you count one peck on the cheek in the third grade. Now I'm not sayin' I never had an impure thought in my head, but..." She moved her soft tail back to rest across my naked thigh.

Tears welled up in my eyes. I longed to run away and hide. But she obviously wanted me to stay so she could speak her piece.

"Next thing I know, I'm gettin' held down so I can't get away, a stallion I never met before just--violatin' me." The firm muscles of her plot backed up to my naked penis, rubbing me through her cotton panties. "Fuckin' me like he's outta control." She ground against me, gently, and my cock became rock hard. She looked back at me, and I saw her green eyes beneath her lashes, staring straight into mine. "Puttin' his seed inside of me." She ground against me a little more, her mouth open in a lustful look. "What's worse is, I started to like it." I reached my left arm under her neck, stroking the fur on the opposite side of her face, and reached under her shirt to stroke her soft belly. Then she stopped and turned her head away. "Then he's all ready to run off without so much as a 'howdy-do.' Sorta makes a gal feel like a whore."

"It wasn't like that, AJ."

"How so?" She looked back at me accusingly. Her cotton panties were still firmly planted on my crotch, my shaft held in the fold of her crack.

"Applejack, you're amazing. One of the most genuine peo--ponies I've ever met. And you're beautiful. So very beautiful." I stroked the tuft of her mane that spilled over her forehead, brushing the hair from her eyes.

She blushed in the moonlight, but her face remained stern. "Nopony ever called me that before. My kin used to call me 'cute' when I was a filly, but I ain't heard nothin' like that in a while." Her face became a little angry, then dropped to sadness before she turned away. "Most stallions prefer somepony like Fluttershy, or Rarity. Somethin' pretty and delicate-like, maybe dolled-up. Not a pony like me with hard muscles, a tangled mane, and chipped hooves."

"Well, I think you're beautiful." I smoothed out a few stray hairs behind her ear.

"If that's so, then why were you fixin' to run off as soon as you were finished with me?"

"I felt guilty, AJ. I still do. I thought you'd hate me and never want to see me again."

She considered this. "Well, it ain't so. I like you, sugar cube." Her silky tail traced along my leg. "I'm still not convinced you like me for anything more than my--my pussy can do for you." She took my right hand with her foreleg, slowly leading it down the front of her ribbed tank top. She guided my hand under the front of the shirt, and placed it firmly on her soft teat. She released my hand, leaving me to do what I would.

I stroked and caressed her soft teats, grinding myself into her cotton panties. I kissed at her ear, neck and shoulders, and felt all up and down the wispy fur of her belly. For her part, she backed her ass into me, making me fully hard. With my left arm under her neck, I used the hand to push her muzzle to the side, arched my spine to get to the right angle, and kissed her full on the mouth. Our tongues explored eagerly within each others' mouths.

Our kiss ongoing, I reached over her panties, down further to the back where a pony's marehood is hidden. The underwear was moist, and heat radiated from within her. I touched her lightly over the cotton, and she gasped, pulling away from my mouth for a moment before locking our tongues together again. My palm flat against her marehood, I felt the curves of her buttocks with my outstretched fingers, then pulled my hand away to play with her nipples and stroke her teats once more. I rubbed my exposed manhood against the moist cotton of her underwear, rubbing along the slit and prodding at the covered entrance.

Her head collapsed back to the pillow, and I lay my own head down behind her, smelling the sawdust and soap scent of her mane, admiring the pretty bows at the ends of her pigtails. I continued grinding myself against her underwear, using my free hand to explore the tight, muscular curves of her body down her flanks and under her shirt, feeling up the line of her rib cage to her muscular breast. Kissing the fur of her neck, I ran the hand back down over her soft belly, stroking her teats again. She was grinding against me with desperation, her tail running back and forth along my leg.

My hand slowly crept, fingertips first, under the band of her underwear. I relished in the softness of the skin and sparse fur there. Slowly, my hand crept back further, holding her moistened panties away from her hot vulva, feeling the heat coming off her sex. She dug her hooves, sideways, into the mattress, her eyes shut tight in anticipation. Gingerly, I laid my middle finger across her dripping slit, and she shuddered in response. Slowly, I laid my palm flat against her soft, throbbing marehood, and held it there. She held her breath.

With my left hand, I raised her freckled face again, and kissed her slowly, parting her lips with my tongue while I gently stroked my middle finger across the length of her labia. I pulled my face from hers and brought my finger to my lips so she could watch as I tasted her tangy juices, putting my finger in my mouth and slowly drawing it back out. Her flanks rocked against my bare crotch in response, while she sucked in a sharp intake of breath. "That feels good, sugar cube." Using her forehoof, she guided my hand back down between her hind legs. I reached back inside them, and began rubbing gently at her moistened folds. This time she held my hand in place with her hoof, pressing her other forehoof against the headboard. Her muscular haunches rubbed against me in time to my slow, digital teasing at her entrance. I found her clit, and lightly brushed against it with the tip of my finger. She brought her other forehoof down, doubling the pressure on my hand, while I rubbed her with agonizing slowness. She pressed down on my hand harder with both hooves, just as slowly fucking at my hand with her body. She cried out, loudly, in wordless ecstasy, while her entire body began bucking wildly. As she bucked like an unbroken horse, I was able to keep pressure on her most sensitive area only with the help of her own hooves. Liquid came pouring out of her in spurts as I continued teasing her clit, her body's rocking gradually subsiding until she twitched and then suddenly pulled my hand away.

"Oh, sugar cube, I had no idea it could be that good," she gasped, panting for breath. I had barely touched her, but her inexperience with even so much as masturbation had made her especially sensitive. I brought my hand up to my mouth, licking her from my fingers, and then began to stroke the fur of her foreleg. I kissed at her neck and withers, digging my throbbing cock against her rear end, and she sighed contentedly.

"Hold me, Jack," she whispered. I wrapped my arms around her midsection. The sheets under where I lay were soaked with her. I kept grinding, but she didn't reciprocate. Instead, she put a hoof on my leg to stop my movements. I realized that my raging hard-on would go unattended-to this night. We both drifted off to sleep to the sound of crickets outside her bedroom window.

The Cock's Crow

A rooster crowed. It was morning, the sunlight streaming through the window. The air was already warming, and I had morning wood.

I looked and saw AJ sprawled across the bed, a pillow over her face. I lifted it off her, and jumped up in shock at the face beneath.

"Good mornin', sugar cube," Discord said in a mock drawl. Stretching out as if from a night's rest, he gained his true form.

"Wha--" the implications disturbed me deeply. "Wait, was that--you?"

"What if it was?" He laughed. "Oh, don't flatter yourself, Jack. I'm just here to check in on your little mission of chaos. Your new little pony friend is out washing your clothes. It seems she's undergone a sexual awakening." A perverted grin crossed his face. "And under circumstances that might not be perfectly healthy for her long-term psychological well-being." A cartoon "cuckoo, cuckoo" sound accompanied little yellow birds flying circles around his head while he batted his lips up and down with a claw.

"You shut the fuck up, asshole."

He rose menacingly, crouching down under a ceiling too low for his full height. "Who, exactly, do you think you're talking to?" He smiled again, slyly. "You are providing me endless entertainment, Jacky boy. Keep up the good work." With a flash, he was gone.

Hoofsteps rose up the creaky stairs. "Were you talkin' to somepony, sugar?" Applejack entered the room. She was nude, in the normal manner of ponies, except for her hat, her mane still in those adorable pigtails, with some hairs out of place.

In perhaps misplaced modesty, I covered my lower half with a corner of a blanket. "I was just talking to myself. It's--still kind of strange, being here in Equestria."

"Oh, I reckon it would be." She nodded, taking off her hat and setting it aside. "I just hope I can make you feel a little more comfortable." She approached me, and reared up to place her forelegs on my shoulders. I had to bend down to accommodate. Our mouths met in a passionate kiss, and I dropped the blanket, forgetting all about Discord as my erection responded to the smell of fresh sawdust and the wet, rough tongue of this beautiful, blonde, orange-furred mare. She pulled her face away from mine slightly, and spoke softly into my ear. "I washed your clothes, but they won't be dry for a spell. I thought maybe we could, uh, pass the time together. Pleasantly."

We kissed again, and she held tighter around the back of my neck. Birds chirped through the open window. She pulled away once more to tell me, "You know, last night, when you, uh, made me feel good," she blushed beneath her freckles, "and you did it without any care for yourself, in a manner of speaking. Well, that convinced me you were tellin' the truth. About likin' me, and...thinkin' I'm pretty and all."

"AJ, you are so very pretty. You're a natural, effortless beauty."

She blushed deeper, then locked my mouth in a kiss. She dropped to all fours and took two steps to the bed, brushing her soft tail against my rigid member. She climbed atop the bed and lay down on her back, her forelegs in front of her body and hind legs outspread. I climbed onto the creaking bed next to her, and began stroking her soft belly. We kissed again, forcefully, the fur around mer mouth brushing my lips. She teased my cock with her hind leg, egging me on, and I caressed her supple teats. I kissed down the length of her muscular neck and breast, along the ridge of her ribs, and to her soft, feminine belly. I licked and sucked on her nipples, and she cooed appreciatively. Her haunches rocked forward and back, signaling her readiness, but I wanted to play with her first. I lowered myself further, until I could smell her glistening sex right before my face. She bated her breath, forelegs locked crossed tightly, waiting. I let my breath play over her winking marehood a moment before planting a gentle kiss beside it, where her leg met her body. I kissed all around next to her vulva, slowly, teasingly, then waited again while my breath stirred her once more. I looked up to see her face. She was biting her lower lip, willing me to go further. I returned my attentions to her femininity, and planted several fleeting kisses on her labia. Then I kissed her sex deeply, burying my tongue inside her. Her buttocks rose in excitement, pressing herself onto my mouth. She was thoroughly wet, her sticky juices coating all around my mouth. I sucked her clit slightly, and she gasped.

"Jack, no, wait!" I pulled my head away. "If you do that, I'm liable to cum right away. I want it to last."

I kissed along the inside of her leg three more times, then crawled into position, holding myself up by my hands. The head of my cock waited at her entrance, while she looked up at me from chest height, her pretty blonde pigtails resting next to her head. "I want you to rut me, Jack."

I prodded at her slick entrance. She bit her lip again. I tried to push it in without my hands, but found she was still too tight. Resting on an elbow, I grabbed my dick to guide it into her.

She grimaced slightly as it pressed through her first folds. "Are you OK?" I asked.

She nodded her head. "Yeah. Just hurts a bit is all." She opened her green eyes to look at me again. "But it feels good more'n it hurts."

I brought myself up on both elbows again, preparing to go in further. She gritted her teeth as I slowly moved my hips forward, her every delicate fold pulsing and throbbing, pressing tightly against my manhood. Her entire depths were soaking wet. Soon I was enveloped in her completely, and she wrapped her legs around me, the points of her hocks resting against the backs of my thighs and her forelegs on my sides. She drew me down on top of her, and I adjusted my weight to one elbow, so as not to cut off her breathing. She licked and kissed my nipple, while, with my free hand I grabbed her foreleg, holding her hoof and tracing around the horseshoe. I kissed the frog of her hoof, and planted a row of kisses up the back of her leg to the first joint.

I thrust into her slowly. The joints of her hind legs pressed the backs of my legs, encouraging my inward motions. Her face told me she was in pain, but she wanted it anyway. Her pussy clamped down on me, massaging me and drawing me in. Her tail brushed lightly against my inner thighs, against my balls, and across my ass. Her rock-hard nipples pressed into my belly.

I paused my rutting and rose to my knees, kneeling, while lifting her by her thick ass. Her lower half raised up, her back arched, I got a good look at her lust-filled face. The angle afforded me deeper entrance, and I took full advantage, fucking her harder and squeezing the firm roundness of her plot. I moved my body and, with my hands, her body, and watched as my dick opened her up.

"Oh, Jack, rut me! Rut me!" Her cries were loud and desperate, soon devolving into wordless screams and gasps. While I moved our bodies back and forth, she rocked her pelvis up and down, the slick squishing sound almost completely drowned out by her cries of passion, punctuated with "Yes! Yes!"

Her body moved more forcefully then, her moisture dripping out of her. The muscles of her snatch convulsed and tightened, pulsating around my cock, pulling it into her. "Oh, Jack! Rut me! I'm gettin' there!"

I pumped into her feverishly, while her motions became more wildly erratic. I had to lean forward so I wouldn't slip out of her, and bore down into her as deeply as I could, fucking her hard. Her insides spasmed, and warm liquid gushed out of her while she bucked furiously. Her motions slowed down, and I stopped.

Pulling out of her, I laid her down on her side and laid down behind her in a spooning position and draped her tail over my leg. If she were human, this would be an awkward position (at least for vaginal sex), but a pony's pussy is in just the right place. With my hand, I guided myself back inside her, relishing the feel of each of her folds as they caressed my shaft on the way in. She arched her neck up to look at my face, and I stroked her neck and muzzle as I slowly began pumping into her dripping sex. It made loud, wet sounds. Her rib cage rose and fell with heavy breathing. Taking a foreleg in my hand, I brought her hoof to my lips and kissed it, kissed her horseshoe, kissed to the first joint of her leg. Her body began to clamp down on my member once again, and her haunches rocked in time to my own thrusting motions. I took that as a sign that she was ready to be touched again.

I released her hoof and brought my hand down to her marehood once again. I put fingers on either side of my shaft, feeling it enter her. Easily finding her clitoris, I rubbed it gently with my middle finger.

She moaned loudly. "Oh, Jack, those, uh..." she closed her eyes as a wave of pleasure washed over her. "Those doohickies on your hooves are," she moaned again. "Those are nice." She pressed herself down on my shaft even harder, bringing her forelegs up to her head to muss her hair in ecstasy. Her tail brushed against the small of my back. "Oh, rut me," she moaned loudly, her freckled ass slapping hard against my hips. I focused my attention to her clit, pumping into her at the same time. Her cries became louder. She bit down on a hoof, muffling her sounds for a moment before she practically screamed, bucking into me with surprising force. I held myself inside with a finger on either side of my shaft, and felt her warm juices dripping out of her.

Her wild bucking, the spasms of her vagina rippling up and down the length of my manhood was nearly enough to push me over the edge as well. "I'm going to cum!" I warned her.

Her orgasm was lasting a long, long time. Her body shivered and she groaned loudly. "Not inside. Not inside!"

I was too close to the edge to stop. My dick throbbed, shooting hot jets of sperm deep into her womb. Her own movements slowed, while I fucked harder into her for the last stretch, pumping my seed into her before a last twitching stream of my juices came out.

I slowly pulled out of her and scooted down to be able to kiss her neck. Her cute freckles still seemed quite innocent, especially when framed by her braided pigtails--despite the rabid fucking I knew she had just finished.

She turned around to face me, panic-stricken. "Jack, I told you not to cum inside. It's not a good time for that."

"What's the difference? I did it last night--"

"--surely you did, and I begged you not to do it then, too."

"But--but we're different species. It shouldn't matter, should it?"

She considered this. "I reckon you're right. Still..."

I kissed her soft, velvety nose. "It'll be fine," I assured her.

She smiled at me weakly. "I'm sure yer right." We kissed then, and lay on the bed in silence, without breaking eye contact, for a good while.

Goodbye for Now

Outside in the warm morning sun, I was just pulling my shirt off the clothesline when I saw Fluttershy flapping toward us from over a wooded hill.

"Jack!" she squealed with delight.

"Fluttershy!" I ran to her, and we embraced, kissing.

She looked at me with a pleasantly surprised expression. "What's that taste on your lips...?"

I thought back to where my mouth had recently been. "Uh..."

"Mornin', Fluttershy!" Applejack smiled at her friend. "Jack here has been a huge help. And a perfect gentleman, too," she added, looking off in an utterly dishonest manner.

"Oh, Jack," Fluttershy squeezed me tighter to herself, "I was so worried the timber wolves got to you."

"I made sure he stayed out of trouble," AJ chimed in.

Fluttershy kissed me again, and again, a little longer. "Mmmm." Her eyes glazed over. "I don't know what that is," she whispered into my ear, "but it's got me a little bit...excited."

"I hope you don't mind, but I borrowed your coltfriend for a ruttin' of my own."

I looked at AJ in shock, my jaw open, my heart plunging up to my throat.

"Oh, that's alright, Applejack," Fluttershy smiled at her. "You're such a good friend, I'm glad you two had a chance to bond."

So Discord wasn't kidding about mares not being the jealous type with their men. I suppose that's a fact of life when the mares outnumber the stallions by such a wide margin.

A look of concern crossed Fluttershy's face. "But I thought you were a virgin. Was he good to you?"

"Oh, I'm not no more. And oh, yes, he was." She grinned at me with an intoxicating blend of innocence and wickedness.

"I'm so happy to hear that, AJ. But right now," the little yellow pegasus looked at me meaningfully, "I'm going to need my coltfriend back."

"Well, so long. It was nice to meet you, Jack."

"Likewise," I replied.

Fluttershy squeaked with delight as she led me back toward her cottage.

We didn't make it that far before we stopped for a tryst of our own. I'll tell you that story soon.

Howling

"I'm thirsty," AJ husked after a long silence.

"I'll get you some water." I removed my arm from under her and stood on shaky legs. I walked out of the barn, each step a struggle, into the relatively cool air of dusk. Crickets chirped, air blew through leaves. A full moon illuminated my way. I drew the pail up from the well and went back to the stuffy barn. She was sitting, her mane matted around her face. She wiped a tear from her red eyes, snuffling. I handed her the bucket.

She brought it to her muzzle with shaky legs. While she drank, I ventured, "I--suppose I should be going."

She drank greedily, emptying the bucket before putting it down. "If it's all the same to you, Jack, I'd rather not be alone right now."

Tears welled in my eyes. "I'm sorry, AJ, but I just don't think I can deal with--"

She shook her head. "What's done is done, and there ain't nothin' we can do to change it. And if you were fixin' to make it right, the least you could do is stay here and keep me company. Besides, the timber wolves are out this time of year, and I can't have you walkin' home in the dark. Fluttershy would never forgive me if somethin' happened."

As if on cue, a howl cut through the night air. The hairs on my neck prickled, and AJ's ears perked at the sound.

"I don't know. I think Fluttershy would want me to come home."

"Jack," she stood unsteadily, laying a hoof on my shoulder, "I insist."

We walked to the house, and I held the door open for her. She stepped inside and turned the light on. A thought occurred to me. "What about your dog?"

"Winona'll be fine. She's probably already holed up with the pigs."

I walked in, and closed the door behind me.