Author's Note

This is my very first Clop-fic ever so good feedback would be deeply appreciated. Thank you and please do enjoy. Also for personal household reasons the first chapter will not contain all the characters but I will try to update as much as I can, I hope you will understand.

Apples really does the body good

Hi there, my name is Samuel Benjamin but the folks back home just called me Zero either because they thought the name sounded cool to them or just because they really didn't care about actually learning my name which I was fairly fine with because it didn't bother me in the least bit. Fine I'll admit it, I did actually earned the name because I have zero percent of a social life because I spent most of my time tinkering with small mechanics I'd find around my family's farm and sneaked them in my room. Ever since I was young I had a fascination with all kinds of mechanics taking them apart and finding ways to put them back together again, I remember my grandfather scolding me for dismantling his favorite cuckoo-clock. I was so interested in it I wanted to be a pro at engineering so I devoted all my free time to perfecting my skills that I didn't have time to really develop a social life including going to my senior prom at my high school which to me wasn't that big of a lost since the girls at my school were either total freaks or just wasn't my type (which was funny since I didn't really know what I was into at the time). But that all changed when I was asked to come live in some magical fantasy world full of horses that walked and talked like normal people by a tall women with skin or fur more like as white as pure snow and hair or mane is what they call it made out of pure colors of the rainbow. I would be the dumbest person alive to decline that offer.

She gave me a bright, friendly smile after I said yes and with a golden flash of her horn next thing I knew I was in a puddle up to my knees in mud. It wasn't long until someone saw me, he walked up to the edge of the mud puddle and gave a slight chuckle at the funny display.

"A weird place to take a bath don't cha think?" He laughed.

He had a golden coat of fur and a matching yellow mane while wearing a classic cowboy outfit. I had to rub my eyes several times to make sure he wasn't human.

"So what's your name stranger?" The stallion said handing me a towel to aid wiping my eyes with.

"Samuel. And yours?"

"Braeburn's the name. And by the looks of it you pretty new around here."

"Where is here exactly?"

"Well yer in great Appaloosa of course."

"You don't say."

"That's right. And it's practically law around here to help out anyone you see in a pickle. How'd you like to come over to my house and live with me until you get back on yer hooves....or longer if you'd like."

"Hooves?"

That's when I looked down and realized.....my feet has been turned into Hooves! Nah, just kidding. I just noticed that Braeburn had hooves instead of feet which in hindsight I should've saw coming about a mile away. But anyway that's how my story began going from a total nobody whose only interest/skill is tinkering with machine parts to one of only humans to ever walk this land.

A few weeks later:

I awoke to the sound of the tag-teaming combination of my crazy loud alarm clock and the equally loud rooster crowing outside. I used my hand to help shield my eyes from the blazing sun's harmful rays as I crawled out of bed and entered the washroom directly across the hall. I yawned loudly as I looked into the mirror to see my usual light brown face and messy bed hair as black as iron coal, it took only an hour at most to wash up and get dressed for the long day ahead of me. My day was mostly farm work so it only made sense to wear clothes that was okay for me to get dirty in which was mainly my black Stetson hat, a plain white T-shirt, blue jeans, and black hiking boots.

Walking down the steps I entered the kitchen to fix myself some breakfast, nothing fancy mind you just some waffles drowning in maple syrup and classic fresh squeezed orange juice. The thing was I've only just sat myself down at the dining table when the front door swung wide open letting in an extra crispy Braeburn coughing up some smoke, in my head I wanted to ask what happened but I ended up snickering a bit first.

"Geez Braeburn, even I know to put on sunblock during summer." I laughed.

"Oh, it's that dang tractor again."

"What's wrong with it?"

"What's notwrong with it? It's been barfing up smoke and screws all day yesterday and now this morning."

He sat himself down at the table with a huff, I handed him a white handkerchief I keep in my back pocket to help wipe his face with.

"Just like how I met you huh?" He said with a smile.

I sipped on my glass of OJ in response. And that's when an actual light bulb appeared on top of his head.

"Wait a minute, don't you have a way with machines?"

"Ever since I was little."

"Do you think you can help me fix the tractor?"

"Sure, why not? Can it wait until I finish my waffles?"

"Sure it can. I'll just wait for you outside."

Braeburn got up and left out the door surprisingly leaving the light bulb floating in midair, I grabbed it and looked at it for a moment. A few minutes later I left the house to see my roommate sitting on top of a tractor that appeared to be in the worst working condition you could imagine: the tires had giant holes in them, the steering wheel was stuck, and smoke practically flowed out both the engine and the tailpipe.

"Uh, Braeburn? I don't know what to tell ya but I think this ol' girl seen better days." I said scratching the back of my head.

"I'll admit she a bit busted up-"

"More like trampled on."

"But she still the best tractor Appaloosa's ever seen. She just need a tune up is all."

That's the tailpipe suddenly fell off.

"Are you sure you don't wanna put this thing out of it's misery?"

"Positive."

"Alright I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks Sam, you're the best. Tell you what: I'll do your half of the chores for the day. What do ya say?"

"Sounds good."

The stallion cowboy climbed down the tractor and left me alone with it. I cracked my knuckles before checking underneath the hood only to get blasted with a face full of grime and smoke before seeing a black rat climb out and scurry off.

"Well........that's something I didn't expect to see.........today."

After a quick tractor repairing montage I was finally done, Braeburn had just returned from both our chores around the house and the farm for the day and was sweating through his shirt making it very damp and cling to his fur. In fact that makes two of us since I had to endure the blazing summer sun's fury while fixing the tractor which now thanks to me shined, sparkled, and ran brand new again.

"she-oot Sammy. I don't how you did it but I've never seen her like this since I was a youngin."

"It's what I do Braeburn." I said smiling while also wiping the last amount of grime off my trusty wrench.

"You ain't kidding. Heck, if you were a pony I bet my hat and vest that you'd have a metal gear or something like that nature on your rear end."

"Gee, thanks..... I guess."

"Hey you in the mood for some good 'ol sparkling apple cider?"

"Sure, apple cider sounds good right about now. And you know what? It's on me this time."

The two Roommates walked into town and headed straight for the nearest saloon, the thing was not that many folks were there at the time. Sure there was a few fellers playing a game of poker at one table way off in the corner but that was it. The bartender Mr.Root (full name root beer) was wiping down the counter while also cleaning a few cups, he smiled broadly when he looked up and saw us.

"Braeburn and Sammy! How's my two favorite customers doing?"

"Pretty good, how's the saloon business treating ya?" I asked sitting down at one of his bar stools.

"Eh, I can't complain. But hey that's business for ya, am I right?"

The three shared a short good laugh.

"Well anyway we like to get two sparkling apple ciders please."

"(Inhales sharply) Sorry boys. I'm out of apple cider at the moment."

"How come?"

"The summer heat has been doing a number on the folks so they have been coming in here non-stop all last week ordering up all my cider till I was bone dry of it. But don't you worry your heads, I ordered a new shipment last Friday so it should be coming in anytime soon."

On cue the saloon doors opened up letting in a certain blond cowgirl carrying a large box of fizzy apple cider. She wore a classic brown Stetson hat similar to my own, a red plaid button down dress shirt with the bottom part tied into a knot giving a clear view of her stomach area, tight blue jean shorts, and brown cowgirl boots.

"Anybody ordered a large shipment of apple cider?" She asked walking through the saloon towards the counter.

"That would be me." Mr.Root said handing over a few bits for the delivery fee.

"Thank you kindly." She said happily accepting the payment.

She was about to leave when she looked in my direction with a confused expression on her face, probably because she hasn't had the chance to see a human before. She opened her mouth to say something but her watch beeped loudly.

"Aw shoot, I'm late for another shipment. You enjoy the cider boys." She said before walking off.

As she walked I couldn't help but look at her from behind and notice that those jeans really did hugged snuggly to her thighs and I could definitely see some of her goods overflowing over the top practically jiggling as she walked.

"Who was that?" I asked as I stared blankly into space.

"Oh her? That's my cousin, Applejack." Braeburn said sipping on his cider.

"Your cousin?"

"Yep. Why you ask? (gasp) Wait a minute, you like her don't ya?"

"Well I don't know about that, this is my first time seeing her so....."

"Nope. I know that look you had on yer face a mile away, you're slowly going head over heels for her. Well I'd warn you against it."

"Really why? You don't like people dating your cousin?"

"I wish that was the case but Applejack has a reputation of putting fellers like you in the hospital on a daily basis."

"Yikes, what did they do to make her so mad?"

"Who said she was mad?"

Everyone in the saloon begin to laugh and snicker, everyone except me who didn't have a clue in the world what they meant. It was late afternoon and the sun began to surrender it's skies for the moon to take charge for the night as I was putting stacks of hay into the barn. Sweat poured over my body as I pulled the very last hay bale into the barn before collapsing onto one but before I could even think about drifting to a deep sleep I heard a vaguely familiar voice.

"Hard work really tires the body doesn't it?"

I shot up to see the cowgirl apparently named Applejack standing at the barn doors.

"A-Applejack? What brings you by?"

"Oh nothing. I was about to head out for home but I decided to pay a visit to dear cousin Braeburn and he told me something really......interesting."

Curse you Braeburn.

"W-What did he tell you?"

"That you're his new roommate and that you're apparently what they call human."

Good, so he didn't tell her. Your forgiven Braeburn.......this time.

"Dear Celestia it's still hot, even when the sun's gone for the day. But that's an easy fix."

The cowgirl then began to pull her sweaty shirt over her head showing off her light tan bra with pictures of apples on the cups, her light orange jugs overflowing over the top of the bra. I immediately turn my head to look in the other direction (I couldn't help it, my mother raised me right).

"Ah, that's a bit better. Care to lend a hand?" She said lifting her long ponytail out of the way revealing the clip to the bra.

"Uhh.....sure." I said before unclipping the bra.

I turned my head again just in time but I could still hear the sound of her breasts bouncing happily now free from their hot prison.

"Much better. Nothing like the cool summer night breeze to cool you down right?"

"Uh-huh. D-Definitely."

"So Sam is your name I take it?"

"That's right. Samuel Benjamin the 7th."

"7th? Wow."

"Yeah, I have a big family tree. Not to mention a bunch of siblings back home."

"You too huh? Hard work keeping them from hurting each other isn't it?"

"Tell me about it."

That's when I realized how much I really miss them, I sighed heavily and laid across the hay bale.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing really, I just......realized how much I miss home."

"Homesick huh? I think I know the cure for that."

"Oh? And what would that be?"

That's when she slowly crawled on top of me, her face a few inches from my face. Her eyes giving me a very enticing sultry look.

"Uh, Appleja-" I began but she silenced me by planting her lips on mine.

They tasted sweet and a lot like freshly picked apples which was to be expected from an apple farmer. After a few seconds of being locked in the kiss I could feel the bulge in my pants grow stronger as her tongue slithered into my mouth and caught my tongue in a vice grip not showing any signs of letting go. That's when my hands shot out and grabbed her slightly huge rear like they had a mind of their own, Applejack shot up and to began to moan loudly at the sudden act of sexual pleasure. My hands enjoyed themselves as well as they began to feel the perfect mixture of fat and toned muscle only to conclude one thing: apples really do does the body good.

"Wow Sam, I'd never figured you to be an ass guy. Those are really rare around these parts." She moaned before locking her lips back onto mine as I continued to massage that fat plot of hers.

I suddenly found the courage to slowly pull the jean shorts down to her ankles and really get a feel of that plot. My brain was going bat crazy feeling the smooth fur, I gave it several rock hard slaps and loved every sound it made. She moaned even louder as she could feel the ripples cascade over her body.

"Again, harder."

I did so while also gripping each cheek to ride the ripples with her. Squeezing the fat orbs made my brain slowly grow numb and the bulge in my pants even bigger, it wasn't long until eventually passing out.

"Dear Celestia! Not another one!"

That's when she could hear the sound of me breathing.

"Oh, good. Hm? Looks like Sammy left me a friend to have fun with." she said looking in my pants.

It was a shame I couldn't feel a thing while being knocked out but I bet it would've been a sight you'd pay good money to watch. It was morning when I finally woke up.

"Wow my head, what did I do last night?" I yawned.

That's when I realized my entire body was naked and coated in sweat only to be covered by a large white blanket while also laying on the barn floor. Suddenly I heard the sound of slight snoring, I looked to the side of me to see a sweaty naked Applejack sound asleep. I tried making a hasty getaway but was foiled when she reached over to hug me.

"Morning sugar cube." She said smiling.

"M-Morning Applejack. Uh, would you mind not telling anyone around here about what happened last night?"

She put a hand to her chin and thought about it for a second, I could feel my heart beating a lot faster now.

"Sure....on one condition: you come to Ponyville with me to meet my family."