You're not accustomed to driving out in the country, but the freshly painted sign over the gravel driveway tells you you've made it to the right place. "Sweet Apple Acres - Home of Megamilk." "Sweet Apple Acres" is sort of a weird name for a place that specializes in milk - it seems like it would cause some brand confusion - but that's probably why they don't print it very big on the bottles.

You pull up close to the barn, admiring the fresh, cheerful red paint job. Although you don't see anyone around, this place seems to be well-kept. It's not too surprising, you suppose, since Megamilk has been an overnight success. Your town, just a few dozen miles from this farm, was one of the first to get Megamilk in its grocery stores, and you can't get enough of the stuff. Although the label doesn't promise anything other than great taste and protein, its effects on you have been nothing short of miraculous. You have more energy than ever, you're putting on muscle, and it's been great for your mood and focus.

Well, at first it was actually kind of a problem for your focus, because for some reason drinking a bottle of Megamilk always makes you insanely horny. But it was too good to give up, so now you just schedule some extra time after your morning bottle for a quick jerkoff session.

Of course, you also like to have a bottle with lunch - so hopefully, if you manage to land this job at Sweet Apple Acres, there'll be a place you can discreetly jerk it on your lunch break. But as long as the job gives you what they promised over the phone - a good wage and all the Megamilk you can drink - you'll be happy. You don't really have the background for this kind of job, but you had to give it a try; Megamilk is your life these days.

As you approach the barn, you hear a pained, husky moan. Your imagination conjures up the image of a woman pleasuring herself, but it could just as easily be a sound of distress - and when the voice calls out "Help me!" that seems to settle the issue. You break into a sprint, rounding the corner to the farmhouse door, and look inside.

But it turns out it is a woman pleasuring herself. Sort of. The source of the voice is human-shaped, but there's... God, there's just so much of her. She's squatting on the barn's wooden floor, and in that position she's at least six feet tall - but if she stood up straight you're sure she would be over ten feet. Her limbs are thick with muscle, her thighs as wide as your shoulders. She's orange all over, seemingly covered in short, velvety fur. Her arms end in hooves, and her face is strangely... equine... but it's expressive in the same way that a human's is, and it's topped off by a cowboy hat. Her teeth are gritted in strain, her face flushed, her eyes turned upward... it's clear that something is causing her physical distress.

And you think you can guess what it is. You're sort of trying not to look at it, but one feature of her anatomy draws your attention more than anything else. She has a cock. An enormous cock, five feet long and lined with thick veins. It's thicker with your waist, and twitching with need, the tip slightly oozing with pre. There's some kind of band around it just below the tip - like a collar with a circular stone set into it.

"Mister," she groans. "Thank goodness yer here! Ya gotta help me!" Good lord, you'd forgotten that she could talk. Whatever she is, she's intelligent, and she's asking for your help. And... she's kinda beautiful, too. It feels strange to have that thought about a ten-foot-tall, musclebound... horse woman? But she's got a cute face, and the rest of her is strangely appealing to you.

"I'll help you!" you say. "What do I need to do?"

"Milk me, mister!" says the woman. "Please, you gotta milk me!"

For the first time, you notice the barrels all around the room. Big empty wooden barrels, with "Megamilk" printed on the side. Does Megamilk come from this poor creature? Is that why Megamilk is so... different? That should gross you out, but for some reason your thirst for Megamilk is undiminished. Maybe you could suck it straight from her tits...

"Okay," you say, "I'll milk you." You step forward, cautious of the strange, powerful creature you're approaching, but she doesn't make any threatening movements. It looks like she shouldn't be too difficult to milk - her breasts seem small compared to her muscles, but her nipples are huge, long enough that you'll be able to wrap your hands around them easily. As you come closer, you turn to look at the collar around her cock, and see "Applejack" printed on the side. "Applejack," you say, "Is that your name?"

"Yeah, that's me," says the horse woman. "Please, mister, please just milk me. I'm so backed up, it hurts so bad, mister..."

"All right, don't worry, you'll be okay..." you reach your hand out and wrap your fingers around her left nipple, feeling the warm, spongy flesh in your hand.

"Mmmph," she mumbles. "No, not that."

"What do you mean?" you say, taking your fingers off her nipple. "I need to milk you, right?"

"My cock," groans Applejack. "Ya gotta milk my cock."

You stumble backwards. "What?"

"They... they always milk my cock," she says. "They milk my cock, and the milk goes in the barrels..."

"Your... your cum?" you ask. "That's what they make Megamilk from?"

"I... I don't know nothin' about that, mister," says Applejack. "But I ain't been milked today, and my balls're so darn full... Please, mister! I can't do it myself, not with these hooves. Please milk me! Help me empty my balls, please..."

You look down at Applejack's balls. Her nutsack is tight, the smooth skin pulled taut, and the melon-sized nuts dangle just above the floor. And now that you know they're full of Megamilk... or the secret ingredient of Megamilk, at least... they're strangely tantalizing. You have to know for sure whether Applejack is really the source of Megamilk, and what better way to do that than to turn her cock into a fountain of the stuff? God, your mouth is already watering.

You step forward and wrap your hands around Applejack's cock. Her skin is smooth and soft, and she sighs as you begin to work your hands up and down. "Ahhh," she says, "Thank you, mister. Ah need this so much..." Without thinking, you lean in and smell her cock, filling your nostrils with the rich, musky scent. There is something in that scent that reminds you of Megamilk... it's starting to seem certain that this beautiful creature is the source of its unique properties. It makes sense that someone would try and exploit it, but it's not fair to her. You start to plan an escape: once you make Applejack cum, you can free her and bring her home. Not as a prisoner, of course; she'd be free to leave, but you would offer to keep her safe from anyone who would try and exploit her. And you'd gladly "milk" her whenever she needed it...

"My balls," says Applejack. "Please, mister, lick my balls."

"Huh?"

"It helps to get the milk movin'," she says. "Please, my balls are so full, ya gotta lick 'em." You hesitate; you were probably going to agree to it, but she doesn't give you the chance to make up your mind. She drapes her hooves over your shoulders and pushes down hard, making you drop to your knees. Applejack puts one hoof on the back of your head and pushes down, forcing your face down to where the base of her cock meets her ballsack. Her musk is incredibly powerful down here; you're breathing in far more ball-smell than you are oxygen. You push back against the hooves that are holding you down, but it's like pushing against solid stone. You can't so much as budge her arms. As helpless as she is to get herself off, she's much, much stronger than you.

You give in and start tongue-bathing her nutsack, sweeping your tongue along the taut, fragrant skin. Applejack gives you a little leeway to move your head once you begin, but any attempt to lift your head away is met with insistent downward pressure. There's a lot of ground to cover, but the smell of her nuts and the prospect of drinking her cum has you salivating, so you manage to get her balls slick all over. It genuinely does seem to be "getting the milk moving," too - her nuts slosh and groan under your tongue, rumbling audibly with the motion of the cum inside. It even feels like they grow as you lick them, as unlikely as that seems.

Applejack hooks her arms under your armpits and lifts your body upward - apparently that's her way of signaling that the ball-washing was sufficient. You're still salivating, and you're grown to like the taste of Applejack's body, so you lean your head forward and lick her shaft, drawing your tongue across the fat bulge on the underside. "Ohhh," moans Applejack, "I like the way you touch me, mister... I don't think I'd ever have a bad day if I had a man like you milkin' me..."

"I could milk you every day, Applejack," you say, as you draw your head back from her cock. "Would you like that?"

"Oh yes, mister," says Applejack. "I'm just a big dumb farm animal, but if I could choose how to live... I'd live with a man who touched me like you. It's different when you touch me, mister. I'm all warm inside... I'm gonna make so much milk for you."

"Mmm, that's good," you say, rubbing your cheek up against her shaft. "I want to taste your milk, Applejack. I want to drink it right from your cock." She hugs you close to her meaty member, holding you with such strength that you couldn't possibly escape if you wanted to. You lick the underside of her cock and lift your hands to its head, gripping the flare and massaging it with your fingers. You rub yourself up against her hot shaft, trying to use your whole body to jerk her off.

"It's comin'!" shouts Applejack. "I'm gonna give ya all my milk, mister... Oh, it's hot and thick, mister, I want ya to have all of it, I wanna watch ya fill yer mouth with my milk... an' swallow it down..."

Her cock throbs against your skin like a powerful heartbeat. She lifts your body up, until your face is level with the tip of her cock. You lean your head forward and put your tongue to her slit, licking up the precum that's already flowing from the warm, slick hole. It is Megamilk, but with a richer flavor and thicker texture. You make out with her cock-slit, sending your tongue deep into the hole to lap up all the thick, rich cum.

And then Applejack climaxes, dropping to her knees as a thundering flow of cum shoots through her shaft. You hold your mouth open and form a seal over her slit; in your passion and hunger, you're convinced you can drink everything her balls can produce. You're quickly proved wrong, because drinking from Applejack's cock is like drinking from a firehose. You quickly fill your mouth, but far more of her cum splatters over your face, splashes onto your body, and coats the floor around you. You gulp down your first mouthful and go in for another, then another; your mind and body are on fire with energy and arousal. He pre had been delicious, but her cum is beyond description. You never, ever want to swallow anything else for the rest of your life.

But even as her seed drives you mad with desire, your body can only take so much. You fill your stomach, then swallow everything your throat can hold, and even after that you make several fruitless attempts to gulp down more of her cum. Eventually you accept that you've drank all you can for now...

But those empty barrels could hold more. More cum for later. You wriggle out of Applejack's slackening grip and grab the base of her cock, using your boundless energy to move the massive shaft. It's easy enough to aim her cock so that her cum arcs into the barrels; plenty of it splashes out or overflows, adding to the thick layer of jizz that's coating the floor, but you manage to get three barrels filled before Applejack's orgasm becomes too weak to reach any of them.

Once her cum slows to a goopy trickle, you put your head against the underside of her cock and let her cum flow over your face, onto your tongue and down your body. You know you can't swallow anymore, but you at least want to taste Applejack's cum. You want to feel her warm, thick spunk covering your body. You want to smell like her cum.

You collapse against Applejack's body, leaning against her rock-solid abs, wrapping one arm around her shaft.

Applejack sits there panting, her cock still spurting the occasional glob of cum. You feel her breaths and heartbeat through her chest, and your thoughts turn to the future. You have to free her from the farm - it's unacceptable for a sentient creature to be exploited like this. And hell, even if you didn't care about that, you'd do anything to get more of her Megamilk. Her incredible, delicious cum. And she seemed to like the idea too, so-

"Okay," says Applejack, sounding more... self-assured? "Ya got the job, sugarcube."

"What?" you say. "The job?"

"That's what ya came here for, right? A job at Sweet Apple Acres?"

"Well, yeah," you say, "But that was before I knew they kept you..." You pause, thinking back on what you've seen today. "Wait, you're not actually tied up or anything, are you?"

Applejack wraps her hands around you again, holding you against her chest, next to her cock. "Now why would I tie myself up at my own farm?" she says. Casually, she removes the "hooves" on her forelimbs and wiggles the fingers underneath, just like that weird deer in that one episode of Adventure Time. You watch the hooves land in a pile of jizz; they're hollow plastic from the look of them.

"Wait," you say. "You own this place?"

"Sure do," she says. "That fun little romp was yer job interview. Ya got all the qualities I'm lookin' for in a milker: ya love Megamilk, ya ain't shy around big fat cocks, and ya filled three barrels without even bein' told to."

"So my job is just... jerking you off?"

"Well, not just me," says Applejack. "I been handlin' the 'milkin' on my own up til now, but now that my little sister's all grown up an' ready to join the family business, I figured we could use a cute little guy to make things quicker 'n more fun." She chuckles. "Applebloom is gonna love you, sugarcube. Ain't gonna be able to keep her hands off ya."

"Uh, all right," you say, struggling to take all this in. "Uh, speaking of which, are you gonna keep holding onto me like this?" You wriggle in her inescapable, muscular embrace.

"Sure am," says Applejack. "I like a little snugglin' after I get milked, and bein' my cuddle buddy is part of the job." She rolls onto her side, bringing you with her, and she brings her hand up to stroke your cheek. You close your eyes and feel your body relax; the Megamilk filled you with energy, but the strength of Applejack's embrace and the rhythm of her heartbeat are soothing. Your new job is different than you ever would have guessed, and better than you could have imagined.

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