Recluse

The afternoon sun beats down on my skin, making me sweat like a pig in my short clothing. Turns out that I can't really do much but to accept it when it comes to scorching hot weather in this place. I'm currently picking off of the twelfth tree on my 1st row, whilst Applejackson has already reached his fourth row. He looks back at me to check if I'm struggling or not.

"Are ya alright there Eliza?" He shouts. I'm fine, thank you. Besides, you always ask me this every time we start working, and every time it's the same answer.

"Peachy." I reply sarcastically.

The barrel beside me is half full, but I'm not sure if I'm actually able to haul that thing all the way back to the barn. Sometimes I usually leave this part to my boss, who could pretty much carry about three of them at once. How much do these things weigh? probably more than 40 kilograms, I'm not sure. Either way I start picking my twelfth tree clean, taking out the final three apples left dangling on the branches.

My back tingles as though I'm being watched as I stretch to get the penultimate apple. I peek back at my peripherals to catch a glance of Applejackson standing still with his gaze towards mine. Either he's going to ask me a question again or he's looking at something else that's on my body.

"Back to work, Jack." I say nonchalantly. "You're wasting time gawking over here."

"Y-yes ma'am." He stutters.

"Again, call me Eliza."

"Got it."

After picking all of the apples that could be found on the tree, I drag the partially full barrel over to the next tree. I take an apple out of it and bite it, cherishing the sweet liquid and the refreshing taste. Damn, that's good. I pick another one out and throw it over to Applejackson.

"Let's have a snack." I munch loudly on the apple, preferring to ignore eating politely. "This tastes fucking awesome."

"Ah'm fine thanks." He chuckles. "Just don't eat too many now, we need that ta make cider."

I nod whilst I continued working with one hand free and one hand on the apple. I finish it quickly, rubbing the wet juice on my shirt before it dries up and gets sticky on my fingers.

We managed to clear 20 rows before dusk came rolling in, that just left another 30 more to do in a few days time after the weekend. I close the top of the barrel and roll it along the ground, taking two with me whilst Applejackson carries four: two on each of his arms. I can hear him grunting and panting as we came to the barn to load off the barrels.

I place mine against the stack of barrels to the right side of the barn, whilst Applejackson places his on the left side, where even more stacks of barrels are held, some even forming a pyramid of some sorts. He places his barrels down and takes a breather, panting heavily as I count the number of barrels that I've done throughout the week.

"Nine...ten...eleven...twelve...thirteen. Okay, I landed in thirteen this week." I said. That means I get roughly 130 bits for this week, which is more than enough for me to last for a while if I'm more conservative with my spending.

"Ah...okay...just, just let me rest for a bit and I'll get ya the bits ya earned." Applejackson sat on a hay bale, looking at the floor.

I looked at him and sighed, he probably shouldn't have carried four barrels. Maybe it was to impress me? I don't know. I walked towards him and unwrapped the towel that was wrapped around my neck like a cape. I urged him to scoot over as I sat next to him on the hay bale. I quickly feel the hot sweat and odour hit me as I sat closer to him. He must be sweating madly because his golden skin looked slippery and wet.

He looks at me, panting all the while.

"Sorry." He says.

"Sorry for what?" I ask.

"Sorry if ah gross ya out. Ya can probably smell me from that distance." He half-heartedly smiles. To be honest, I'm not really put off by the body odour. It kind of smells strange, but spicy for some reason, musk-like. It's not like I like it, it's more...hypnotic, I guess.

"That's alright, now just straighten up." I hold the towel on one hand and touch his back on the other. I felt his scalding hot skin and my hand recoiled from the heat, but I pressed against his back again and held it there. Applejackson obliged and sat straight up whilst I got out of my seat and kneeled in front of him. "Take off that shirt, Applejackson." I said.

"O-okay." He blushes. He removes his gravy coloured tee shirt (which I have to mention is covered in spots of sweat) and reveals his glistening chest. I get up and close the barn door to block out annoying light and also any watchers. I don't want people seeing this, or else I'd die of embarrassment.

"It's your damn fault for stressing yourself too much, Jack." I sat down in front of him again, holding my towel in my hands. "You're probably too tired to do this yourself, so you can thank me later."

"A-alright." He gawks at me, panting lightly.

I press my hands on his chest, letting my towel get soaked by his sweat. I try to look away from his rather impressive build, but as I rub my hands across his bumpy chest, I can't help but wonder how firm his muscles are. I rub his chest softly, rubbing the sweat off the abdomen and his sides. I avoid eye contact just for the sake of seeing him blush.

"Just...keep quiet and let me do this." I mumble.

"Mhm." Applejackson nodded. "Ah will."

My hands sensually moved upwards past his pecs. I turned my towel into a necklace as I went on his shoulders, swaying my hands back and forth. His warm, velvety skin was nice to touch when it wasn't covered in sweat, I have to say that. As I reached his neck, I squeezed it lightly. Applejackson snorted as I did so, making me giggle for a bit.

I look at his face for the first time and immediately see a pair of eyes that clearly want what's in front of it. The dilated pupils were more than enough for me to know how he felt about this, and as he inched his face closer to mine I couldn't help but breathe in the same air he expels.

It smells like apples, like I expected.

Finally, my hands and the soaked towel move across his face and to his cheeks, rubbing them lightly. Applejackson closes his eyes and smiles, folding his ears down as he did so. Soon enough I could feel his arms snake across my back and slowly pull me towards him. I didn't feel like resisting so I let him do what he wanted.

The spicy scent of his body began to fill my nostrils more and more as I involuntarily press my body against his. His large arms wrap my back like a warm cocoon. I look at his muzzle, and he looks at my face. He takes the towel form my hands and lays it beside him.

"Jack.." I whisper.

"Mm?" He looks at me with a smile.

"I can...feel you." I look away, furrowing my brows whilst a large blush sports across my face.

"Wh-what?"

"Your...um...'friend'." I move away one of my hands to push myself away from him, but it unfortunately presses against his scalding hot member. I momentarily feel the fleshy appendage twitch upon my touch, causing Applejackson to gasp. He pulls back from me, leaving his cock to stand erect between us.

As fate would have it, the tip touches the bottom of my breasts, causing my to feel its flared head. Despite me being a little bit short than Applejackson, who is roughly six feet, it surprises me that he has such a long...uh...penis. It was roughly the length of the bottom of my breasts to my own genitals, who were touching his sheath.

"Ah-ahm really sorry!" Applejackson panicked, causing his member to twitch again.

I looked away in embarrassment. "I-its fine." I say. It's not all bad, I guess. At least I have more knowledge to think about when I go in the shower, so thanks for helping me.

"Sorry! Sorry!" He folds down his ears as he apologizes. His member twitches again, brushing against my breasts once more. I move back a bit and stand up. Applejackson follows and stands up as well, causing his cock to erect like a tower as I stood in front of him. He shamefully hides it by using his hands, but he unintentionally masturbates it in the process, causing him to moan lightly.

"Again, ahm sorry. It's been a while since I've had any...uh...release." He forces a smile.

I glare at him, grumbling all the while.

"I guess I'll have to use it this time."

"W-what did ya say?" He speaks up once more.

"Just stand there. I'll fix this." I turned away from him, taking my towel and using it to wipe his precum off the bottom of my breasts on my shirt.

I bring up my thumb and I open my mouth, placing the thumb under my incisors as I bit down hard, hard enough to spill blood onto my mouth. My mind focuses at the moment when I sat next to Applejackson, and all I do is wait.

"Eliza, ahm really sorry!"

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"Sorry if ah gross ya out. Ya can probably smell me from that distance." He half-heartedly smiles.

I hide my thumb under my soaked towel and smirk a reply.

"You smell like apples, Jack. You're fine." I said.

"Ya really think that?" He brightens up.

"Yup. Now would you mind telling me what all this panting is about?" I ask him.

He forces out a chuckle as he rubs his mane. He looks away as I try to face him as I sit by his side.

"Ah guess ya aren't that impressed." Applejackson mumbles.

"About what? the barrel lifting?" I reply.

He nods.

"Aww, sweetie, flattery will get you nowhere, especially with me." I pat on his back as he looks back at me. "If you really wanted to impress me, you could have given me a larger paycheck for the barrels I brought in."

He looks back and smirks, looks like he's back to his old self.

"Ah'll give ya a larger paycheck once ya help out with cleanin tha dishes when ya come for breakfast." He gives a counter offer.

"I'll wash only twice in a week, final offer." I narrow my eyes. After scrunching up his muzzle at the ludicrous offer, he accepts, promising to raise my paycheck by 15 more bits.

Applejackson and I leave the barn and head for his home, where he pays me the bag of bits that I've rightfully earned. I declined the offer for dinner and I started walking home during sunset, 145 bits richer. The way back I visit the local nurse for a small roll of bandages and I finally get back home with some snacks and some food in a bag, whilst the rest of my money is tucked inside my breasts.

I check around to see if anyone is nearby before I open my door quietly, not wanting to alert the nearby neighbours. I feel a sense of ease when I come back home, which is something I really needed after such a frustrating day.

I set down my groceries on the reeking coffee table and I take out the roll of bandages. I look at my thumb and see a large, scabby cut. Blood that hasn't gone back inside the scab before it hardened turned into black, solid blobs that clung to my skin. My left thumb felt like it was being stabbed by a nail each time I touched it. I guess I was a bit too hard on myself there, I only needed to draw a little bit of blood to travel back a few minutes.

I sigh, wondering how long this injury will take and hopefully guess that it will heal within the weekend. It's a small price to pay for almost ruining my relationship with my employer. I know he means well, but I'm not that willing to almost have sex in a barn, where his family might come in and see us, no matter how alluring his...cock....was.

My shirt was stressfully removed with one hand whilst I held the soaked towel with my injured hand, avoiding contact with the towel and my thumb in the process. My breasts were finally freed (and so were the bag of bits that fell on the floor) and soon my shorts were also taken off. I felt too lazy to take a shower, so I just shuffled my sweaty body into bed. I'll have to change the sheets soon, as well as everything else that I promised to do this morning which I haven't done yet. But before that I managed to close the windows and move the coffee table away from the source of light. My groceries were on there and I wasn't going to let it get heated up and go rotten when the light from the window hits it when it's morning.

I held the towel in my injured hand, but just before I decided to move it to my nightstand, I took a small whiff of it. Again, my nose was hit by the spicy...and musky scent of Applejackson. Oh it smelled so nice. My memories soon return to his large member, and how stiff and erect it was. His large chest and his heavy build...he could truly get any mare he wanted if he just showed his body.

I think I wiped his precum on this towel.

And sure enough, I found it.

....I guess I can spend one day without reading books for tonight....I just feel like...having fun and fantasizing for a while...

God that smell...so heavy...and...

Oh, my fingers aren't going to rest tonight.