Hooves and Hands

Ow. Ow. Ow. Applejack winced every time her hind legs took a step. Ow...thank goodness I don’t have testicles. That wouldda been really bad. She shuddered at the thought. There were a few times when she was thankful for being a mare and not a stallion, and this was one of those times. Just need to put some ice on it and I’ll be fine.

She reached the house and found Granny Smith sitting on the porch. Granny Smith squinted, “Applejack? Whut’re you doin’ here? It ain’t lunch yet.”

Applejack grimaced, “Ah...missed a tree and need ta get some ice.”

Granny Smith donned a confused look, “Ya missed a tree an’ hurt yerself? Ah don’t see how ya could hurt yerself- Oh.” Realization hit Granny Smith, “Oh my. Did ya-”

“Yeah,” Applejack interrupted her as she continued to limp to the house, “Ah was...distracted.”

Granny Smith blinked before donning a smirk, “Bet ya were thinkin’ o’ stallions, weren’t ya? Yer heat season’s commin’ up, right?”

None of her family knew she was an anthrophile, and Applejack planned to keep it that way. This was one of the few times she would willingly lie to her family, “Yeah….stallions...WELP, gotta go! Gotta, y’know...take care o’ this…”

Applejack limped past Granny Smith as fast as she could. She grabbed an icepack and limped up to her room. She got up on the bed and put the icepack between her legs. She really should just fire Zack and forget about him. She really should. But...she found that she couldn’t. Maybe it was lust. Maybe it was love.

Applejack shook her head. No, it couldn’t be love; she’d only just met him. It probably was pity. Yes, that was it. Pity. She felt sorry for the human. He needed a job, and she was helping him with that.

She shivered, getting a chill. She pulled her blankets over her and stared at the ceiling. When was the appropriate time to fire him? She had to, otherwise more accidents would happen. She shook her head. Focus on the now.

She threw off the covers and put the icepack to the side. She inspected her vagina. It was bruised, that was for certain. She gently put a hoof to her lips. No pain. She pressed a bit harder and winced. There it was.

Still, ponies healed faster than the other species on Terra. She guessed it’d be back to normal by Sunday. She could probably walk without pain on Saturday. Just in time to get that book. Applejack blushed before shaking her head. She didn’t need those thoughts now. To finalize that thought, she put the icepack back on her crotch.

She sighed. She really couldn’t buck apples with her injury. Or do any other farm work. She looked at her bookshelf. She didn’t have anything to do but read. She rolled off the bed. Unfortunately, she had her hind legs tangled up in the blankets. She was forced to land on her back instead of her planned hooves. She gave a grunt as she hit the ground with a thud, “...gal dangit.”

She tried to untangle her hooves but had somewhat of of hard time, “Would ya...kindly...get off!”

Each time she moved her hind legs, lancing pain shot through her. She laid back down and gave a sigh. This was turning out to be a long day...