Day on the farm.

"Ah gotta admit, ya aint no good at bucking trees, but you make a mighty fine cart there Mike."

We had shown up to her farm early in the morning. At first the only thing I could think about was how blissfully light my body felt. Having a thousand percent increase in your physical capabilities by a magical purple pony princess (good lord I was having a weird week when that is a thing that can be said about it) makes you feel like a million dollars let me tell you. She had half jokingly threatened to whip out her lasso if I didn't stop wasting my energy hoping about like 'Pinkie Pie on a Sugar high.'

"I could try it again if you want." I said with a smirk, causing her to crack up for the umpteenth time that morning. Apple bucking as she called it was a sight to behold. She would turn around and rear her back legs and then slam the trunk with her hooves...Alright admittedly that doesn't sound impressive, but what happened after that hit is where the finesse lies. See the apples aren't just shook off the trees by the force of the blow, these things just fall into the buckets like she damn near aimed the things herself. Every time she did it, all the buckets would get filled to the brim, and the ones that didn't make it into the buckets were of questionable quality that she'd gauge if they were good enough for sale or not from there.

"How the heck do you do that?" I had said.

"Us earth pony's exert are magic through are hooves and body ya'see, when I buck it it sends....what in the hay are you doin?"

While she had been talking I had got on all fours as awkward as any human could. Her face was trying to decide on whether to be affronted at my lack of form or fall over in a fit of giggles over how dorky I probably looked. When I tried to kick the tree and ended up shaking it just a little before toppling over onto my back at the force I wasn't used to exerting she decided to go with the latter.

"What in the hay." Applejack breathed out between chuckles before attempting to compose herself "Ya'll are gonna be bad for productivity ah can just feel it in mah bones. Come along I think ah got something you can do instead of distractin an honest mare like mahself."

"Hey, anything I did to get a girl to laugh like that is a good thing in my book."

She gave an eyeroll at that, trying to get control of her smile as much as she could. All it ended up doing was making her muzzle scrunch and quiver as she led me to her barn. I could of swore I saw her cheeks rose up a bit. How that works with a pony's coat I have absolutely no clue.

After a few moments we were walking back to the fields and I had about a dozen sturdy rods held on my shoulders. Buckets filled with pounds and pounds of apples were placed on the notches I hadn't noticed on them, effectively making me AJ's cart as the day moved forward. If she had tried this the day before I probably would not of handled it as well as I could now. By the end of the morning I felt like I was lugging near my body wight in apples, and that meant I was lugging a lot MORE than my weight in apples given my magical enhancements.

"Y'all are liable ta be confused as an Appletree at this point there Mike." Remarked A.J as she led me over the barrels where they washed and stored them for sale like we had done several times now. She was a fast an efficient worker and she happily put me through my paces until Lunch had rolled around.

I've...neglected to talk about the food around here up to this point. There is a reason for that. The food is... eccentric lets put it like that. A lot of it just didn't exactly agree with me, even the stuff you think would like pies and cakes.

The thing is... its made by horses. Omnivorous horses whom have a widely different choice of dining than the ones back home, but lets just say hospital hay fries taste exactly as you think they do.

Still, out of everything in this world, or dimension rather, The Apple Family's cooking was the most palatable out of the bunch. They had sugar and syrup and flower and eggs, the stuff good eating is made from.

"Hey mister human guy, if yer a primate does that mean ya eat meat?" the red headed filly asked me over the table, causing me to choke on my fritter. I had wanted to avoid bringing up the whole enjoying a steak and ham as much as the next guy thing, especially given I had no idea what their stance was on that kind of thing.

"Applebloom! Don't go askin them kind of questions."

It seemed awkward question from the mouth of babes was something to be expected from every dimension.

"Well...uh... Applebloom... I do, but the animals back home are a lot different than the ones here, they aren't sapient..."

"What's sapient?"

"Ah think he means they don't think for themselves, they run on instinct like the chickens in our coop. Now go on and hurry yerself over to the barn, we got a lot of barrels of apples for y'all to wash."

"Yes Ma'am."

Big Mac was a nice guy. He was certainly bigger than the other ponies given his head was at my stomach instead of his sister whom was comfortably at my waist standing upright. We had decided to have an arm wrestling match over the table to see how far this strength enhancement went.

Lets just say that one thousand percent increase was still lacking by at least Big mac standards. I managed to budge him a little, but I think he was throwing me a bone before plopping my hand on the table with his hoof. He wasn't the gloating kind, but he seemed more relaxed with me being around his sister now that he knew he could probably wrestle the giant creature from another down if he needed too. He obviously trusted his sister to take care of herself, but at the same time I kind of respected the whole protective brother shtick.

Big Mac also made it more apparent that he and pretty much all of the ponies were nude. I mean It was already apparent that all ponies were something of a clothing optional society, but with Big Mac being a male he had things dangling between his legs that wasn't his tail. He was big for his size, but given how much taller I was I thankfully was packing more proverbial heat in that department. Given that I was walking about Ponyville just a day earlier trying not to show mine to every living soul, it was at least comforting to know that I didn't get embarrassed on ALL fronts.

The rest of the day had went by with a blur. I was pretty astounded to see how many apple trees we had actually cleared, although my body sure wasn't. It was worn out, and so was Applejack's from the look of her wiping off her brow with a hoof and nestling next to me against a tree, tossing me an apple in the process.

"We dun cleared a few days worth of applebuckin today. It really saves a hay of a lot of time not having to lug a cart back and forth from the barn every time like ah usually do. Yer a pretty big help there Mike."

"Hey if it weren't for you I'd probably be getting probed and prodded by Twilight right now. I'm happy to help."

"like ah said sugarcube, the filly got a lot to learn about how the world works. She's grown up under an Alicorn princess and had her nose stuffed in books most of her life. Her thoughts on how things aught to be done aren't always the best. One time she used this spell on a doll she had dubbed the 'want it need it' charm or somethin like that, Big Mac stll has that thing stowed away somewhere around here after that."

She absentmindedly rubbed her hoof on her neck with a bit of discomfort on her face showing in the setting sun. She did say she had gone through a few days worth of work with him, she must of worn herself sore.

"Come sit over here, I'm going to give you a backrub."

"Say what?" she looked a little alarmed at that.

I padded the patch of grass in front of me between my outstretched legs and gave her a smirk.

"You look like you are all knots back there and you told me you did way more than your share of work today. Let these fingers work their magic."

She stared at my wiggling digits in the light of the slowly setting sun and bit her lip. The inner struggle of whether or not to refuse me was plastered over her face. If I could read minds at that moment I'm sure it would of been hilarious to listen in on. Screwing up her face in an adorable scrunch and squeezing her eyes shut she finally said,

"A...Ah'll right but no funny business..."

Applejack's cheeks were really burning as she got up and sat down on her haunches between my legs. I started off slow, rubbing my thumbs into back and feeling out how her body was shaped. It was different than rubbing the back of a human, but I got into the groove of it and utilized the new found strength of mine to the advantage. Before five minutes were into it Applejack was making the cutest sighs you could imagine.

"Th...that...does feel good..."

"My mom was a masseuse, taught me everything I know." I said calmly, kneading into a batch of particularly tight muscles and working them into putty in my hands.

I could feel her gulp as I worked at her neck, the heat coming off of her face all the more apparent the closer I got to it. Her body was reacting to my hands on instinct, loving every second of the treatment obviously tried to avoid. I wondered if the pony world had spas. Considering Rarity's style and extremely well kept physique and coat it was probably the case.

"Ah ain't much for massages.... but then ah only had them done with hooves...this probably would go for quite a few bits down at the day spa..."

"Quite the compliment! Nice to know if I get stuck here I could probably make a decent living."

Before long her ability to speak was replaced by the most adorable moans and squeaks of contentment and perhaps a bit of pleasure. Not going to lie it got my face a bit warm listening to it all as I kneaded into her. I put my palms to work, watching her coat give to my ministrations. It felt really nice and soft even with all the work we had put in on the farm. It had the duel calming effects of petting and massaging, and before long her forelegs had given out and I was working on her over top of her as she nestled her head on top of her forehooves.

"MMmm....If y'all keep carryin on like that ah might fall asleep right here and now...." she mumbled. Her brain was starting to win over against her body whom was entirely content to be worked on by my hands. I had really got her blood flowing and her muscles relaxing.

"Ah think...we aughta stop..." she said in almost a whimper. She had to conjure up a lot of willpower to say that from the look on her flushed face.

I obliged her. She tentatively looked over her shoulder at me, and it was my turn to blush at that. She gave me warm smile and cocked an eyebrow as she got back up, pointing an hoof at my chest.

"Yer up to something," she said in mock accusation. I raised my hands up at her gaze and tried to keep an innocent face.

"I haven't a clue what you mean there, we are just a pony and human sitting after a day of hard work enjoying each other's company." I winked, " No funny business."

"Uh huh..." she dead panned before stretching out like a cat. She looked a lot more relaxed now at least when it came to her back.

"Come along sugarcube, we gotta get washed up and rest for tomorrow."

"Yes ma'am." I said bounding to my feet with ease. Even with how sore I was I barely felt like I weighed anything.

"So...how are we going to wash up and sleep if we can't be more than a hundred feet from eachother? "

"Ahm sure we'll figure somethin out..." She remarked with a swish of her blond tail.

"Now who's up to something?"

"You hush."

Author's Note

Behold. The magic of fingers.