Just Another Day On The Farm

by HonorableWarriorZakari

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Human, Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sex
Length: 4799

The musk of a draft stallion may be more than our poor apple farmer can take.

For years, draft horses have been an integral part of farming. They're huge, powerful animals meant to pull plows and help with the preparation of soil for farming. As a tried and true farm-girl, Applejack knows this better than anyone and can often be seen with one nearby.

Unfortunately, after Sweet Apple Acres sold their last mare to another farm and their lone stallion was left without companionship, one particular draft horse may just plow more than the soil.

Kinks include: Bestiality, musk, rough sex, size difference, big butted AJ, deep penetration and cum inflation to top off this fucked up sundae.

Credit for cover art goes to Sunnysundown.

A big thanks goes out to the wonderful people of Fimfiction, who helped yet another bestiality story shoot to the top of the featured box. You're all awesome in my eyes...and a tad bit freaky.

Published 2017-01-27 15:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-01-27 15:40:01 UTC

AJ And The Stud

"Really Stampede, again?!"

The huge black and white horse snorted, not really understanding the human's words. AJ crossed her arms and gave the horse an annoyed look, furrowing her brow and her smile becoming a frown. Ever since the Apple family sold their only mare, Stampede the draft stallion had been having... issues.

The horse popped boners all the time! Without warning!

AJ lost count of how many times she went to the barn to get some tools, only to see Stampede long, hard and proud.

In fact, just now, AJ had been hauling the latest bushel of apples in a large bucket, intent on placing them in the cart that Stampede would then pull back to the barns. The bucket was temporarily placed next to Stampede's side, and when AJ bent down to pick it up, she found her face not even a full foot away from a massive, mottled, horse cock almost two feet in length and with a head the size of a softball.

"Put that thang away! Didn't yer mother ever teach ya' about modesty?" She shook her head and continued with her work, lifting and putting the last of the large wooden buckets of apples onto the cart. Wiping the sweat off her forehead, she pulled Stampede's reigns and walked him all the way back to the barn, his wagon bouncing with every little rock in the dirt. "Come on, boy," she encouraged "after this we can take a break and rest awhile." She gently patted his side as they walked.

"Yer just getting ansty cause you got no girlfriend anymore, Ah get it. You're lonely, Ah know, but you just can't let that thang dangle free all willy nilly." She chuckled.

Bringing the horse and their cargo inside the barn, AJ unlatched the cart from the horse and walked over to his stall. "Ok, Ah'm just gonna sort these and then Ah'll be right back with some carrots. Would ya' like that?" She rubbed his side again, trying to ignore the length of cylindrical meat beginning to grow under Stampede's belly. AJ rolled her eyes. "Yeah, Ah see it down there."

The young apple farmer walked away from her horse and got to work sorting the apples from good to bad. The bucket was placed flat on the ground, and so AJ bent over to examine them. As the front of her body lowered, her backside began to push outward, giving her blue jeans a nice stretch. Years of apple kicking and a diet steeped in readily available apple pie gave AJ a ridiculously proportioned rear. There was muscle there, obviously, but also a very noticeable padding of fat. Her jeans looked fit to break at the seems from strain she was putting them through! It was as if someone took two basketballs and shoved them into AJ's pants.

In fact, AJ's rump was so large and round that Dash once made a very unfunny joke (at least it wasn't funny to Applejack herself) that if AJ was to bend over next to a horse, those looking from behind might not be able to tell who was who.

Stampede snorted air through his nostrils and stomped his hooves. The sight of Applejack's gargantuan rump only a few feet ahead of him spurred his actions, his body reacting by releasing musk. His cock, which was already unsheathed, turned rock solid.

Applejack heard the commotion behind her and stood up straight. "What in tarnation has gotten into to you?" She turned to face him. Without AJ's best feature in direct sight, Stampede calmed down slightly, his hoof stomping slowing under Applejack's gaze. She walked over, scratching his neck. "You need ta calm dow... oh." She caught sight of his member. "Yeah, that's... um... some impressive equipment ya got there." For the first time, she noticed that his dick did have some impressive length. Stampede probably never had any of the girl horses asking if it was in yet. She also couldn't help but see how hard it was. Before, it was still huge, but it was limp and swayed while he walked. Just a stupid looking tube that bounced like rubber. Now, it looked harder than steel and thicker than ever.

For a brief moment, AJ thought about reaching down and seeing if she would be able to even get both hands around it, before shaking her head clear of such thoughts.

"Um... Ah- Ah'm just gonna go back to sortin'."

AJ left him once more and got back to work. Squatting near the huge basket of apples, her ass once again pushed out as far as it could go and pointed right in Stampede's direction, she started to sort. For a while, everything went fine. AJ sorted her haul and Stampede watched, offering the occasional neigh or grunt to break the silence. After a few minutes, AJ was working up a bit of a sweat. Reaching up, she wiped it off her forehead. Taking off her hat, she started to fan herself.

"Phew... Ah think it's getting hotter in here."

Now that she thought about it, there was something else different than temperature. Inhaling through the nose, she could pick up a brief smell of... something. It wasn't a bad smell, it was actually quite nice. It wasn't completely alien, either. Familiar, yet new. The odor was just generic "animal smell." Trying to hang better labels on it failed utterly. But there was something about it that was weird... off. And it wasn't so much an aroma in her nose as it was a flavor at the top-back of her throat that whipped up through a... well, she knew it was inaccurate, but her mind thought of it as a 'channel.' A little canal that lead directly to the back of her brain.

Taking another sniff, she felt her mind get a tiny bit fuzzier and a feeling of butterflies emerged in her chest.

"What is that?" She muttered. Without realizing it, she started to follow the smell. She'd almost walked a complete circuit around the barn before she noticed she was scenting the air like her long-cocked horse friend. The closer she got to the source, the more it fogged her brain with every breath, with every step the better it smelt.

Soon, she was in Stampede's stall. Still oblivious, she started smelling Stampede himself, starting with his head, then slowly working her way down his side. Lower and lower she got until...

She jumped up and backed away. She knew what this was.

Musk.

That was what was making her head swim, that was the smell she couldn't stop herself from relishing. The whole barn was being filled with it and all this time she had been greedily inhaling it like an addict. She mentally chastised herself, embarrassed not only that she didn't realize it sooner, but that it had such a profound affect on her.

It felt firm, and strong, and distinctly male... and for her it pushed all the right buttons. It made her hot, like she was roasting from the inside, at her very core. The more she breathed in, the more it fogged her mind and manipulated her body. Vivid fantasies of her bending over and burying her face in the crook between his balls and his shaft and giving them a good smell. Maybe after she'd give them a taste-

"No!" Applejack shook her head, trying to gain a grip on her own sanity, which was slowly being taken over by her more hormone driven urges. The scent of musk, coupled with the sheer length of time she'd been in the barn and the fact she, in her hound-like sniffing, almost bashed her nose against his bestial, mottled fire-hose was having a frightening affect on the poor apple farmer's voluptuous body.

"Nope, no more of that thinkin'. Just do yer job and get 'er done!" She pumped herself up, boosting her confidence, and marched over to the basket of apples. "The sooner this is done the sooner Ah can get some fresh air!"

Her lower lips tingled as she walked, the friction of her thighs rubbing against her pussy not at all helping her.

She bent over one last time and just when she reached for an apple, Stampede the draft stallion neighed. Slapping her forehead, she turned.

"What now?"

She blinked. His cock was once again as solid as could be. 'No... ya' couldn't be interested in...' At this point she spun around to face Stampede and adopted a fairly neutral relaxed standing pose. And then she watched. Minutes in, she saw the rock hard erection go soft, and its owner go from antsy to a reluctant calm. Science time! Quickly, she turned around and pushed her ass out waggling like a honeybee right in front of Stampede. A glance over her shoulder, and eeyup.

His cock sprang back into action, ready for breeding.

“Couldn't confirm my suspicions more if'n you hung a sign around yer neck callin yerself ass-man.”

She spun back around with crossed arms and a smug face. “Ah thought so!” She wagged a finger at him. “Ya' think Ah'd be slow on the uptake, mister. But 'chyoo'd be wrong.”

So all damn day, she was the thing making her horse hornier than a rose garden. Honestly, she was flattered. Big guy clearly loved the view, and she'd been constantly presenting like a mare in need of a steed to breed.

Indeed.

Tingles of arousal blasted up her lips as she realized what that meant.

'He wants me. He want's to...'

“Ah think the apples 're callin' me.” She took long strides to her workstation, unconsciously shifting her weight from hip to hip doing so. The scent of aroused horse choked the room. A little bit ago, her thought was to slide open the barn door, let in some fresh air. Now, however... she bit her lip and gave Big Black Stamps a sidelong glance

Mental images of her facing the stall, with Stampede's massive hooves locked around her, keeping her in place as he roughly battered her womb, belly bulging in and out, until culminating in a sea of creamy white.

Her lust fogged mind could not repulse such strong images.

"That's... oh that's actually really hot."

Reaching down with her right arm, she slid her hand into her panties. Maneuvering until she found a comfortable angle, she slowly slid a single finger into sopping wet snatch. Apparently, her body found the idea of horse fuckery quite enticing, even if her mind still had reservations, as she grabbed a bit her own juices and used them as lubrication to rub her sensitive pearl.

As her rough, yet slow, rubbing found a wonderful spot, she took a glance at Stampede yet again.

"Ooh... maybe if Ah just... touch it. Yeah, just a touch then Ah'm done. Eyup... done."

She closed her eyes and briefly enjoyed the feeling of self-attention. But soon, she pulled her drenched hand out of her soaked panties and shakily went over to Stampede.

"Comin' and goin' seems to be my bad habit today, huh boy?" She scanned the barn's door with her eyes, making absolutely sure no one was about to barge in. Moving to his side, AJ slowly lowered her hand, the appendage noticeably shaking with every powerful beat of her nervous heart, and edged it ever closer to her horse's intimidating fuckstick.

Her quaking hand got within just a few inches before being violently yanked back. "So, um... you come 'round her often?" She felt immediately stupid for asking it, but she knew she'd feel so much worse if she just bent down and started molesting her horse without a little bit of courtship ritual. Little too rape-y the other way.

Stampede only stared. Not that she was actually expecting a vocal response.

Her eyes traveled down. Then again, maybe he wouldn't care.

“Ya wouldn't mind if I... touched, right?” Stampede was soft at the moment. She squared her shoulders and squatted down beside him. It'd be like a routine medical exam for him. He wouldn't mind. He'd read nothing into it and she could satisfy her curiosity and get on with her work. Everybody wins. Well, Applejack'd win twice and Stampede would just as alone and pent up as the day the farm sold Silkstone, Stampede's mare.

That made her feel guilty.

But not guilty enough to stop.

She reached palm out and cupped. It felt like living leather. Warm. 'Little hairy. His skin felt much thicker than she figured balls had any right to be. At this, the horses' length started extending. Above her ministrations, Stampede shifted posture, but didn't otherwise intervene.

“Ah hear ya' boy, Ah'm almost done.”

For long moments, she just let the thing grow in her hand. Animal skin slipping past her palm felt novel.Though still mostly soft, it grew to the impressive length of exactly 24 inches. Applejack didn't need to be a scientist to realize it damn well outshined any human partner she'd ever hope to bed.

“Whoa. Ah see why the ladies like you.”

He flicked his tail in acknowledgment.

AJ snorted.

“Hey now, rockstar. Didn't Ah have a question about how much cock Ah could fit in my hands?” She made an 'O' between her index finger and thumb and started pumping. “Never gonna discover anything with your dick at half mast” Starting gently, she soon built up a steady tempo. As Stampede's cock became engorged with blood, AJ could feel almost every vein as it slipped around in her hand.

Clearly Stampede was enjoying himself as much as AJ as the scent of musk came back. Full force. It flooded the room. It flooded her nostrils. Tunnel vision consumed everything else in the room. Her eyes darted around as she worked—horse shaft to hand, to balls, to thick enticing flare, to the tip of Stampede's cock hoping to see thick beads of white, none yet, to the door she was supposed to have been keeping an eye on, to medial ring, to balls, to hand.

"Hey... this... this ain't so bad." Reaching into her jeans, she plunged her fingers back into her snatch. Attending to Stampede had the effect of pressurizing her like a shook can of coke. "Nnh!" She crouched forward, head swimming, fingers dancing around an aching clit. For a small while, this was the way things proceeded. The more she stroked him, the more she rubbed herself. Every back and forth motion of her right hand was accompanied by wiggling, groping, probing fingers on her left.

Suddenly, she stopped jacking off her horse and focused only on her self, letting go of gentle rubs and instead mashed her fingers hard against her clit. Closing her eyes, she couldn't help but let out a grunt as she attacked her pussy with all that she had. Bolts of pleasure racketed up her body and demanded that she not stop. The scent of aroused horse smelled better and better and she inhaled purposefully through the nose. Like an addict, she realized she needed more and more. While still battering her clit with unbridled tenacity, she pushed her nose right into Stampede's shaft. The affect was instant, as more delicious musk entered her nostrils and turned her mind into an even more lust-drunk mess.

"Hnn!" Her toes curled in her boots as she let out another grunt. There was no denying the musk's affect on her body, it quite literally numbed the mind, pushing aside her ability to reason.

Pulling her head away, she took in the sight of the cock before her. It was massive, thick, smelling of all manner of delicious male aroma, and it drove her wild. Here she was, in her family's barn, one hand filled with what could only be described as a log of warm flesh, and the other hand inserting itself as far as it could go up her own snatch.

She ripped her hands from her pants and stood up. With shaky, fearful hands she quickly undid her belt. Sliding it out of the loops, she tossed it to the ground. Next were her pants. She tried to slide her pants down but— “Nonono, jeans, c'mon!”— they were caught on her absurdly sized ass. Fingers trembled too much over the button. She pulled, “C'mon, Damn it!” She tore fruitlessly at them.

Pulling hard, they snapped free and pooled around her ankles, letting the damp spot inside them further perfume the air. She kicked them the ground behind her. “Get trampled in horseshit for all Ahcare!”'

Stampede neighed and stomped his hooves, drawing AJ's attention back to him.

Her eyes flashed. A vision. Inspiration.

She coordinated a head-turn in her chemical fog. Grabbing the horse's reins, she lead him out of his stall and closed the stall gate behind them. Immediately afterward, she bent over and latched onto the heavy horizontal beams that made up most of Stampede's pen. She knew that if she was really going to go through with this, then she'd need to hold onto something for a bit of balance, let alone just to hang on to dear life and withstand whatever Stampede would throw her way. Chances are she'd have to grit her teeth, close her eyes and wait till Stampede was done. Like some kind of bizarre, sexual roller-coaster.

A sexual roller-coaster with a dick as long as an arm and as thick as a 2 liter of soda pop.

Thousands of years of evolutionary instinct took over and Stampede wasted no time. Rearing up onto his hind legs with a loud neigh, he moved to mount. His front legs stretched forward, almost as is reaching out, before coming down and wrapping around AJ's shoulders. Instantly, she noticed the immense weight being put upon her. It dawned on her that years and years of apple kicking and the sturdy wood of the beams were the only two reasons she was currently able to support such a creature on her back.

Under the massive animal, AJ couldn't help but feel even more aroused, as her more rough and tumble nature was being put in its place by something so far out of her weight class. To her, the thought of someone who considered themselves so strong being forced to submit so easily was almost as taboo as the bestiality she was soon to partake in.

Like a hose filled with rushing water, Stampede's cock went from semi-hard to fucking hard in an instant. It smacked his belly, resulting in a loud "plap!"

Letting out a neigh that was more akin to a roar, as it rattled everything in the room, Stampede's hips rushed forward, leg muscles flexing and bulging. His huge cock missed its mark and slid right along into the middle of her cheeks, effectively hotdogging it between two huge, soft and supple buns and smearing hot pre along the way.

"Ah!" She let out grunt. Not from pain, but from surprise at the amount of heat radiating off of Stampede's cock. It was hot, hot and thick. It was as if someone lit a log on fire and laid it along her back. And it was long, too, long enough to reach her middle.

"Oh... wow."

Stampede's back hooves stomped, finding balance, before moving backwards, dragging his dick down her back and leaving a trail of precum that thoroughly glazed her ass crack. It cooled on contact of the outside air and AJ couldn't help but get shivers.

The horse thrust its hips forward again, this one also missing, and painfully jabbed her right cheek. It hurt, and she reasoned that she might have a bruise after all was said and done. Stampede had power behind him, but his dick flesh was pliable enough. If AJ had to describe it, she'd liken it to being punched in the ass by a blind fat man's fist.

It gave her a bit of perspective in terms of size, too. That thick disk of flexible meat was his flare, and was about as wide around as a salad plate. A twinge of doubt creeped into her mind. That monster might stretch her beyond what her body could stand.

"Maybe Ah shouldn't... " She muttered. A drop of nervous sweat rolled down her forehead. At the last second, she changed her mind and tried getting out from under Stampede. "Um... maybe we shouldn't do thi-AHHH!"

The horse's cock roughly smashed itself right onto her lips. She was given no more time to prepare as the cock pressed harder and harder, pushing aside her outer lips. It seemed like an impossible fit, as Stampede's very flare eclipsed her pussy completely.

AJ grit her teeth as more force was applied. Her hole may have been desperate and needy, but it was nowhere near large enough to accommodate her suitor, as the massive cock head painfully widened her.

Suddenly, there was almost complete stillness from Stampede, before rushing forward in his hardest thrust yet. AJ screamed as the log of flesh finally popped inside.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

Her hole had no time to stretch or adjust to her intruder, which widened her entrance to the point of absurdity. Her outer lips, once puffy and full of want, were now dragged halfway inside, given no choice but to follow the massive insertion. The copious amounts of pre released did little alleviate her penetration. It was just too big to take.

And Stampede couldn't care in the slightest. He had found a willing mare to take his seed and he was determined to follow his instinct. And instinct demand he show the mare who was boss.

He pulled back, his cock dragging her lips back out as well, and plunged back in with all the force he could muster.

"OOOHHHGAAAAWD!"

The second time was easier than the first, as his cock had been thoroughly wetted by both of their lubrication, and he slipped in quickly. Just as AJ's walls went back to normal, they were again pushed apart and rounded out, almost in a perfect circle. Stampede's cock was a huge cylinder of flesh and her body couldn't stop from molding to its frame.

Finally, at the tail end of his thrust, he plunged deep as he could go and conquered the last remaining inches of her tunnel, battering the entrance to her womb and causing an obscene bulge to appear on AJ's belly.

AJ panted, huffing air in and out of her lungs as fast as she could. It was the only thing she could do to stop her self from screaming in utter agony. She was full, filled with far more than any human was ever meant to take, and being completely and utterly used without any care for her pain. She was being bred, fucked like a mere animal.

And she loved it.

When Stampede pulled his hips back again, ready to deliver another thrust, AJ came. And she came hard, harder than any orgasm she's ever had. The pain she dealt with only moments prior was suddenly accompanied by godlike amounts of pleasure. The more painful it was, the better it felt.

And right now, with Stampede again slamming his dick back inside, It hurt. It hurt so much.

She cried when his third thrust bottomed out and smacked her cervix. Tears rolled down her cheeks and another pained grunt flew from her lips.

It was like yin and yang, a dichotomy of physical sensations, and right now none could exist without the other.

As his cock plunged in and out, her eyes rolled into her head and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Her body was on fire and acutely aware of every single centimeter of dickflesh that repeatedly impaled her.

Suddenly, a pause. Stampede stopped moving. Breathless and panting, just starting to come down from her first orgasm, she swallowed gulps of air while she still could.

Then, the farmgirl screamed. A vicious thrust. Her eyes rolled. Another hateful thrust. Stampede's Cock was in overdrive. Plunging in and out, sawing, splitting her in half, faster than she ever thought possible. With her eyes still rolled inside her head, AJ could do nothing but howl in the most intense pleasure and pain she had ever felt as Stampede bred her in earnest.

There was no time to breathe anymore. The huge dick spearing her repitiously slid itself out, only to slam home, bludgeoning her insides again and again and again. Her gut bilged comically with ever stab.

A particularly forceful thrust managed to knock AJ's hat clear off her head in addition to craming even more fat horse flesh into her body.
She could only imagine what a sight this all was. Her, with her hair tussled about, eyes rolled and tongue out, mounted by a two-thousand pound animal and taking his huge cock like a trooper. Having absurd amounts of cock brutally crammed into her much smaller body. A drooling, moaning mess of a girl who-

It was all too much.

"Oh mah god, oh mah god, oh mah god!" Building up again. She could feel the heavy breathing of the beast above her and could tell that he was just as close as she was. "Come on, keep going! Do it inside, inside please!" She was right on the edge when Stampede could hold it in no longer and, with and ear shattering neigh, pushed his tool deep and let go of all his pent up foal batter.

"Yes, YES! All of it, give me all of it! F-fill fill me!"

Boiling hot seed grazed her tunnel. White lava. Slow and heavy, hot and thick. Rich with male essence. When the flood of white coated her walls, any resistance she had left crumbled. Hard. Her body seized, limbs refused to move and she could see white, even through the darkness of her own skull. She couldn't remember clenching her eyes. From the core of her body, she SHOOK. She shook from the belly all the way to the tips of her toes. Her entire body taken over by a tsunami of endorphins.

She could not even moan her delight. So powerful was her climax that her lungs even refused her.

Months worth of saved up cum invaded her body, and with Stampede's cock and flair thoroughly plugging the way out, it had no choice but to pool inside AJ's womb. Her orgasm receiding, she brought a shaky hand down to caress her stomach. A fuck drunk smile spread across her face as she felt the cum inflate her belly to pregnant proportions. She was packed to the brim.

Finally, the torrent of white ceased and a snort from above was all the warning AJ got before Stampede backed-up and tried to pull his member from her tightly plugged hole. Suddenly, she was pulled backwards, Stampede's cock still lodged firmly within and refusing to budge. She tried to keep her grip on the beams. The contents of her now pregnant looking belly sloshed around inside her.

The flair tugged against the ring of muscle, painfully, before popping free with a loud "splat" as much of the cum she was given rushed out onto the floor like a white waterfall.

With her body wrecked, her legs shaky, and no tree of dickflesh to support her, AJ collapsed onto the barn floor. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, eyes unfocused, too tired and exhausted to care that she was drenching her self in the puddle of splooge she helped create.

For a moment, she enjoyed the feeling of being so thoroughly satisfied, letting herself relax in the afterglow, before focusing her eyes and getting back to her feet.

She was about to reach out and pet Stampede for his dick wielding skills when the voice of Granny Smith called out to her just outside the barn door.

"Applejack, you in there? We're back from the store."

AJ gulped as the barn door slowly creaked as it was opened. AJ glanced around, from the door, to the puddle cum, to her pants and panties lying on the floor, then back to the door again.

"Welp... shit."

Author's Note

Have to admit, I didn't realize the thing that would help to slightly push me back into MLP would be the creation of a bestiality story. In all honesty though, I'm surprised more stories featuring human AJ and a feral stallion aren't more numerous. AJ is a farm girl in one of the most popular cartoons and the show has been going for more than five years now, you'd think there'd be a million of these things.

But nope, looks like it was up to me to help things along.:ajsmug: