Canterlot High Monster Girl Mayhem!

Chapter 4: Applejack’s Grazing the Field

~Back outside Principal Celestia’s office, after the Incident~

Applejack swung her bag onto her shoulder as she watched Rarity pull something out of the trash. Caught with curiosity, she walked over to the trash can and looked inside to find the remaining science experiment spray bottles dug inside of the garbage inside. She paused and raised an eyebrow at the thought of prissy Rarity digging her hand into the trash to pull something like the monster spray out of the can. Mulling over the thoughts, her gaze fell upon the orange-colored bottle that had turned her into a centauride.

Reaching in, Applejack grabbed the scuffed up, plastic spray bottle and pulled it away from the muck inside of the can. Her finger teased at the trigger of the spray, getting a silly thought about having her half-horse self running around the field of her co-op farm, with her hair and tail blowing in the wind. Shrugging her shoulders, she opened her bag and stuffed the spray inside for safekeeping before making her way out of the school for the day.

Applejack walked up to the front door of the Apple Family home next to the farm that they used to grow their own produce and raise their animals. The family store had closed for the day as Applejack sniffed the fresh scent coming from the open window to the home. The smell of Granny Smith’s famous stew was something that she couldn’t easily ignore.

“I’m home!” Applejack announced, setting her bag on the floor next to the door.

“Soup’s almost ready, dearie!” Granny Smith yelled back from the kitchen as Applejack walked over to the living room where Apple Bloom was already hard at work decorating something on the floor.

“Whatcha working on, sis?” Applejack asked, leaning down to get a closer look.

“It’s my costume for the Daring Do premiere!” Apple Bloom explained, holding up the khaki vest that she was trying her best to stitch up correctly. Applejack held her hand over her mouth, wondering how much thread was actually necessary to piece the clothing together.

“Uh, maybe you should get Rarity to help you with that when she’s not busy?” Applejack suggested, trying to balance her brutal honesty with sensitivity towards Apple Bloom’s hard work. Apple Bloom looked at the vest which was haphazardly stitched together and sighed.

“Ah, you’re right. I’ll ask Sweetie Belle to ask her for me tomorrow!” Apple Bloom stood up and brushed off her pants. Applejack smiled and ruffled her hair, tussling her hairbow slightly.

“That’s the spirit. Now there’s no harm in asking for help!” Applejack crossed her arms triumphantly, taking pride in the lesson that she taught her little sister.

“Soup’s on, everybody!” Granny Smith announced from the dining room, ringing the dinner bell enthusiastically. Apple Bloom squealed and ran towards the door to the dinner table right as Big Mac came through with a bunch of tools and crates in his arms.

“Eeeenope!” Big Mac let out as he did a spin move to avoid the darting Apple Bloom, much to Applejack’s amusement.

“Someone should tell you that too, Big Mac.” Applejack winked, slapping his back as the crates and tools shifted in Big Mac’s burly arms. He groaned before remembering his mission, letting Applejack walk into the dining room.

The two girls took their seats at the table as they watched Granny Smith come into the room with a big metal pot, filled with the best soup that anyone had ever grace their tongue. With their mouths watering, Granny Smith opened the lid to the pot to let the fragrant, seasoned aroma fill every inch of the air in the room.

“Hoo Granny! You sure outdid yourself this night!” Applejack commented, using the ladle to fill her bowl with the stew as the hot mixture poured neatly inside.

“Ah do try, dearie. It’s not every day that you get to experience an old Apple family recipe!” Granny Smith grinned, taking pride in the accomplishment.

“She says after every week of making a different old family recipe.” Apple Bloom whispered to Applejack with a giggle. Applejack nodded, using the ladle to fill up Apple Bloom’s bowl with the soup.

“Big Mac! Get in here before the soup runs cold!” Granny Smith shouted, taking her seat in the rocking chair that was set at the head of the table.

“Sorry Granny,” Big Mac apologized as he walked into the dining room, wiping the brow of his sweat.

“Whatcha working so hard on, Big Mac?” Applejack asked, taking a big spoonful of the stew into her mouth. Big Mac opened his mouth to speak right before a loud clearing of the throat filled the silence.

“Less talkin’ more eatin’!” Granny Smith instructed as Big Mac looked over at the de facto matriarch of the table. Big Mac resigned and poured himself a bowl, knowing his actions were worth more than his words. “We got the big harvest this weekend so we’re getting ready to start bright and early tomorrow morning!”

“Oh, is that this weekend?” Applejack asked, losing track of her schedule.

“Darn tootin’!” Granny Smith commented, sipping at her stew.

“But the Crusaders have a big project to work on!” Apple Bloom reminded, dipping her spoon into the bowl.

“Is that right?” Granny Smith’s eyes narrowed, looking at Apple Bloom for any signs that she might be lying. “Well, in that case, Big Mac and Applejack can take on the bulk of it. You’ll be expected to work the morning though!”

“Yes Granny,” Apple Bloom said under her breath, eating the soup in front of her.

“Granny, you can’t be serious. With the number of trees in that orchard? It’ll take me and Big Mac at least a week on our own!” Applejack persisted.

“You got the two days before your school, y’all will be just fine! Apple Bloom has to work on her studies.” Granny smiled at Apple Bloom, who was smiling sweetly back.

“Big Mac, say something!” Applejack instructed to her brother, trying to highlight the severity of the choice Granny Smith was making. Big Mac gulped and continued to eat his spoonfuls of the stew without another word.

“Oh Applejack, don’t you worry! I’m sure you’ll think of a solution!” Granny Smith blew on her spoon, accidentally spitting the soup back into the bowl. “Fiddlesticks!”

Applejack sighed and stirred the spoon in her bowl, knowing that her position had been defeated by the party of the dining table.

Waking up early in the morning, before the caw of the rooster, Applejack jumped out of bed and got dressed, ready to take on the huge task that was put ahead of her. As she made her way out into the orchard at the break of dawn, she looked over the masses of apple trees across the fields next to the farmhouse.

“Oh, how in the world am I and Big Mac supposed to get this done this weekend?” Applejack told herself, getting her work gloves on as she began gripping onto the trunks of trees, shaking the fruit from their branches. It took a lot of effort for a farm girl like Applejack to make sure that all of the apples from the trees fell down

After the apples fell onto the soft grass below, Applejack would lean down and collect the fruit into the baskets before moving onto the next tree. And then the next. And the one after that.

Once the sun rose higher in the sky, Big Mac and Apple Bloom yawned as they made their way into the field. Applejack looked over, striking the tree’s trunk with her gloved fist as more apples fell down onto the grass.

“Morning sleepyheads!” Applejack wiped her forehead from the sweat of working in the early hours, not to anyone’s surprise.

“Why do you get up so early, sis?” Apple Bloom asked with another yawn, picking up the apple collecting basket by Applejack.

“The sooner we get started, the sooner we finish!” Applejack answered as Big Mac shuffled over to one of the bountiful apple trees, wrapping his burly arms around it. Applejack picked up another basket and moved underneath Big Mac’s tree, holding it steady under the branches. “Alright, Big Mac, let’s get to shaking!”

Big Mac nodded before shaking the trunk with all his strength, letting the apples fall from their branches without breaking a sweat. Applejack and Apple Bloom scurried underneath as they held their baskets, hoping to catch the apples before they hit the grass next to the tree. As soon as all the apples were collected, they would move onto the next tree, ready to collect more and more apples.

“Alright, you hard workers! Lunchtime!” Granny Smith shouted from the porch of the house. Applejack, Apple Bloom and Big Mac looked over, leaving their baskets by the tree. They made their way back over to the farmhouse, dripping with sweat from working in the harsh sun. Apple Bloom reached over the table for the pitcher of lemonade, pouring herself a glass. Big Mac collapsed into a chair, putting at his shirt which was drenched with sweat. Applejack slouched over as she walked into the dining room, thinking about how it was only midday and they weren’t even halfway done with the orchard.

“I’ll be right back,” Applejack said as Granny Smith came through the kitchen door with sandwiches and apple slices. Applejack dragged her feet as she walked towards the stairs, tripping over the straps to her backpack. Catching her balance, she looked over at the spray bottle that was thrown out from the pocket in her bag. She leaned over to pick it up, remember how refreshing the solution was to her face when they tested the spray on her. Applejack also couldn’t help to remember the strength of the equine legs she grew from the solution, giving her mind an interesting idea.

Holding the bottle close, Applejack spritzed the solution onto herself, feeling the cold touch of the liquid against her face and neck. She took a deep breath of the solution in as she closed her eyes, starting to feel her thoughts calm down and not be held back by the heat. Feeling rejuvenated, Applejack stood tall and walked back into the kitchen, sitting down at the table as her siblings ate their sandwiches.

“So, I’m good to go after lunch, right?” Apple Bloom asked, taking another bite of her sandwich.

“That depends. Do you think you need Apple Bloom’s help with this Applejack?” Granny Smith asked as Applejack poured herself a glass of lemonade and drank it down almost instantly. Big Mac opened his mouth to say something, still sweating profusely as Applejack interrupted his thought.

“I think me and Big Mac got this covered!” Applejack said confidently, shoving a slice of the snack-size sandwiches into her mouth. “Don’t worry Apple Bloom, you can run off with your friends.”

“Yay!” Apple Bloom cheered to herself, finishing the sandwich and then running upstairs to change out of her sweaty work clothes. Big Mac turned to Applejack, who was drinking her second glass of lemonade in one big gulp. Granny Smith smiled as she bit into her own sandwich, watching Applejack from across the table.

“You ready to get back out there, Big Mac?” Applejack asked, taking a big bite of the sandwich. Big Mac tried to catch his breath, slowly drinking his refreshing lemonade as Applejack grabbed his arm and started to pull him away from the table.

“Don’t work too hard now!” Granny Smith said, watching as Applejack dragged Big Mac back into the orchard. Big Mac slouched over, looking over at the newly energized Applejack.

“Hoo-wee, Big Mac! You’re sweating like a pig over here!” Applejack commented, noticing the large wet patches of perspiration on Big Mac’s shirt. Her hands tugged at the edge of the shirt, trying to pull the top over his head. Big Mac groaned at the movement, his face covered by the fabric of his shirt.

Applejack stepped back to take in Big Mac’s glistening, rock-hard chest as her mind started to wander. She could feel her heart starting to beat faster as she watched Big Mac whip off his shirt, flexing his large muscles in his arms. Applejack stared at his bare chest, not noticing her mouth open as she gawked.

“Is this better?” Big Mac asked, holding his hands on his waist. Applejack blinked and snapped out of her trance.

“Uh, yeah! I mean, that was only weighing you down!” Applejack reasoned, trying not to look at her brother’s chiseled torso. She could feel the damp patches on her sleeves and neck, unbuttoning her shirt from the top. Big Mac’s eyes widened before turning away as Applejack stripped off her top, leaving her only in a tight-fitting, athletic sports bra.

“Mmm, now that’s much better! Come on Big Mac, let’s get bucking!” She instructed, lightly punching at Big Mac’s arm. He ran his hand down his bicep, feeling the strong hit from his sister, surprised at her strength.

The two went to work at shaking the trees, but without Apple Bloom’s help, it took them just as long to pick up the apples from the ground. Applejack wiped her forehead and pulled at her top as she watched the beads of sweat dripping from Big Mac’s toned back. Her thoughts became hazy as a crazy idea stuck in her head.

Hiking up her jeans, she tightened her boots and made sure she had the best range motion in her kicks. Big Mac watched as he held onto the trunk of the tree, shaking the apples from the branches. Applejack took her position at the base of the tree and turned around, her back towards the trunk. With a calm, deep breath, she used all of her strength to pivot and kick the trunk, sending a shockwave through the branches to make the apples fall all at once.

Big Mac looked on with his mouth open at the pure strength of his sister, shaking the last remaining stubborn apples in the tree. Satisfied with her performance, Applejack started collecting the apples earlier than her brother before going on to buck the next tree with her strong legs.

As night fell on the orchard, Applejack and Big Mac returned back to the farmhouse, exhausted from all the work in collecting the apples. With Applejack’s bucking method, the two managed to clear more than half of the trees. Big Mac rubbed at his shoulders, wincing as he sat down with his sore back. Applejack rolled her tongue out as she went over to the refrigerator, pulling out the cold pitcher of lemonade before guzzling down a glass.

“Great work out there, Big Mac. We’re just about halfway done!” Applejack commented, rubbing a dish towel on her forehead and neck before tossing it to Big Mac on the couch.

“Eeyup.” Big Mac groaned, closing his eyes as he leaned back on the couch.

“I’m gonna wash up and get some shut-eye. You’ll be ready early in the morning?” Applejack asked, standing in the doorway of the living room.

“Eeyup.” Big Mac repeated, his eyes still closed.

Applejack smiled as she walked up to the stairs, going to her room. Closing the door behind her, she pulled off her top and tossed it to the side. Running her hands on her chest, she could feel the sweat dripping down on her chest. Sitting down on the bed, she untied her boots and slipped them off, taking off her socks along with them. Unbuckling her belt, she unzipped her jeans and pulled them down her legs, leaving her in her panties.

Her hand trailed down her stomach, teasing at the band of her underwear. Hooking her thumbs on her panties, she slipped them down to her ankles, leaving herself completely nude. Holding her arms over her head, she stretched towards the ceiling with her eyes closed. An involuntary whinny escaped her lips as she abruptly stopped, looking around at the source of the sound. Scratching at the back of her head, she grabbed her bath towel and walked over to the bathroom for a quick shower before bed.

Falling back in bed refreshed from her shower, Applejack promptly fell asleep without putting on her pajamas. Her mind played back images of herself kicking at the trees with a group of horses in the background in their fenced area. Feeling the cool breeze along her nude body, she kicked strongly against the trunk with her bare feet, not getting a single scratch on her.

The horses in the pen whinnied and neighed as they watched Applejack work, stamping their hooves against the dirt underneath them. Applejack turned around to see the lovely mares, hearing their cheers in their native tongue. She smiled as she stretched, letting her breasts pull up along her chest. A horse neighed in appreciation as Applejack suddenly found herself surrounded by the group of mares.

Petting and brushing against their soft coats, she shivered in delight. One mare leaned in, using her long tongue to lick off the sweat on Applejack’s back. The other turned around and flicked her long tail across her backside, letting the strong aroma of her arousal fill Applejack’s nose.

She took a long whiff of the scent as her mouth began to water. A soft nicker escaped her mouth as she rubbed between her legs. The sight of the mare’s large, winking pussy filled her vision as a warmth began to press against her hand. Applejack looked past her breasts to see the growth of a thick, black shaft rubbing on her fingers. Her hand wrapped around the shaft with a loud moan as the shaft grew longer into an erect horsecock.

Applejack stroked herself as another mare licked at her tip, the other horse still presenting her aroused pussy. A heat filled Applejack as she continued to pleasure herself, feeling the formation of a large sac press against her tight slit, letting it hang between her legs. She shivered at the sensation of the mare’s tongue along her lower back, teasing the idea of her having a long, equine tail to match her massive shaft.

Her breaths shortened as she rubbed at herself faster, using both of her hands to cover the length of her cock. She could feel her heart pound against her chest as her shaft throbbed in her palms. Closing her eyes, Applejack opened her mouth for a loud neigh as she reached her limit, hearing the horses neigh in appreciation.

Her eyes opened to the ceiling of her bedroom in the middle of the night, with the mares nowhere to be found. She breathed heavily, letting her bare chest rise and fall as she regained control of her senses. Holding her hand up to her face, her fingers glistened in the moonlight, drenched in her hot, sticky juices that spilled out on top of her sheets. Applejack sighed as her hand dropped onto her chest, feeling the ache in her strong legs after her release.

Trying to steady her breathing, her nose took in the scent of her own arousal before her better judgment, lifting her fingers to her lips. She pressed her tongue against her fingertips, tasting the juices she had left on them. Her tongue danced around her nails as she sucked on her fingers, feeling satisfied as she drifted back to sleep.

Applejack woke up the next morning before the sunrise, once again eager to go out into the orchard and start bucking away at the trees. Her legs didn’t feel sore at all as she skipped out of bed and started to get dressed in her work clothes. Looking over the spray bottle of the solution, she wanted to feel refreshed in the morning as to not tire out early. Spraying the contents onto her neck and chest, Applejack took in the scent of the strong solution. Her heart seemed to beat faster as she thought about being in the fields in the early morning, shaking down the trees for their juicy fruit.

Running out to the orchard at the break of dawn, Applejack tightened her boots and started kicking at the trunks of the trees, watching as the apples fell down into the grass. She felt a lot faster than she was yesterday as the sunlight started to wash upon the farm. Leaning down to pick up the apples into the collection basket, she sighed in content at the smell of the morning dew on the soft grass.

Walking over to another tree, Applejack decided to turn around and bend forward, using both of her strong legs to kick outward against the trunk. The branches shook as every apple fell down into the grass with Applejack smiling at her handiwork. She was really starting to enjoy being out in the field like this with only herself, the morning sun and the caw of the rooster on top of the barn.

“Applejack?” Are you out here?” Granny Smith shouted from the edge of the orchard. Applejack quickly ran over, wiping her forehead with her forearm.

“Hey, Granny! Where’s Big Mac? Isn’t he out of bed yet?” Applejack asked, looking for any sign of her brother.

“Well, your brother really outworked himself yesterday! He’s got a mean Charley horse and is stuck on the couch! Do you think you can take care of the harvest on your own?” Granny Smith explained, rubbing at the back of her neck.

“Shoot, sure thing Granny! I’ll have this whole orchard done by the end of the day!” Applejack tipped her hat before running back to the unpicked apple trees in the middle of the orchard.

“Alright, but be careful! Don’t need you to get hurt either!” Granny Smith warned before making her way back to the farmhouse. Applejack blew a raspberry to herself, feeling a warm sensation in her arms and legs.

“I got nothing to worry about! I worked twice as hard as Big Mac and I feel great!” Applejack said aloud, getting back to kicking at the trees for the apples.

As the hours went by, the sun began to shine even hotter on the working Applejack. Her feet started to ache as she sat down to take off her work boots. Slipping them off, she had noticed the brown fur starting to grow from her ankles. She rubbed her hand down her legs as the fur began to spread, crawling up her thighs.

Not thinking much of it, Applejack got back into bucking position and struck another one of the apple trees. When her bare feet hit the bark of the trunk, her toes started to merge together as her feet shifted into hard hooves. Falling forward on all fours, she found it hard to stand on her new, strong hooves alone.

Applejack crawled along the grass to collect the apples as the fur continued to crawl up to her hips. The denim shorts she was wearing stretched as her hips pushed out, covered in the brown fur. She whinnied instinctively as the shorts began to rip, tearing at the side. Applejack shook her head, trying to focus on the harvest as the lower half of her body kept shifting under the warm sun in the orchard.

Her shorts fell off of her strong legs in tatters as Applejack stood up, panting from the heat of the sun. She started unbuttoning her top, not bothering to wear her tight bra to the orchard today. Letting her chest free, she felt something rumbling and growing against her stomach as her panties stretched to contain her equine backside. Rubbing at her midriff, a pair of lumps began to grow as Applejack folded over, pressing her face against the grass.

Trying to control her breathing, the lumps continued to grow as her cheek rubbed against the soft grass underneath. The fur covered the lumps as they grew into short limbs with Applejack’s shirt slipping down her shoulders. Kneeling on her readjusted hind legs, the limbs stretched out into a set of forelegs with hard hooves on the bottom. The brown fur followed up to Applejack’s stomach as she neighed, whipping her hair out of its hair tie.

Standing up on her four hooves, Applejack remembered the strength of her centaur form with her panties ripping away around her flanks. A long, blonde equine tail sprouted from her backside as it flicked happily behind her. She rubbed softly at her ears in pleasure as her ears shifted upwards, turning furred with the same brown color.

She crossed her arms before taking off her shirt, letting her bare human breasts free in the field. Every breeze crossed her new, naked form, letting her feel the connection that she once had with her prized mare in the stable. She looked over at the trees, still covered with apples waiting to be picked. Reaching up in her tall, centaur form, she grabbed an apple and bit into it, tasting the sweet juices of the fruit in her mouth.

Her ears perked up as she heard a whinny from off in the distance. Turning around, she carefully started to trot with her new hooves. When she first shifted, she didn’t move more than a few yards with the help of her scientist friend. This is time, she had the open orchard in front of her, navigating in and out of the trees. Satisfied with her gait, she started to speed up before breaking through the line of the orchard.

A sturdy fence kept the horses of the Apple farm contained during the day in the soft, dirt area. Applejack looked over at Palomino, her prized mare with the golden mane. She felt her chest pound as she held her hand on her breast, watching as the horse galloped alongside the fence, neighing as her tail flicked behind her. Applejack quickly galloped and leaped over the fence, landing right behind Palomino.

“Ooh, you’re a good girl aren’t you?” Applejack petted the mare with her hands, feeling her soft coat along her bare skin. Palomino whinnied in appreciation as Applejack’s sensitive nose caught the scent of the heat of the mare. Her hand trailed down to her firm flanks as she maneuvered to her backside, her own equine tail flicking happily behind her. She saw the winking, open pussy of her mare with her juices dripping from her slit.

Applejack felt something stir between her hind legs as she remembered her centaur nature and blushing heavily. Leaning over to her side, she saw the thick, black horsecock become erect underneath her. Her flared tip began to leak out her pre-cum at the sight of Palomino’s tight, wanting pussy.

“Alright girl, do you want some of this?” Applejack asked, her long, hard cock swaying between her legs. Palomino neighed and held her tail up, giving the signal for the centaur to come in.

Applejack whinnied and shuffled her hooves as to mount the mare from behind. Holding her forelegs gently on her back, she pushed her thick shaft into Palomino’s tight slit, getting an approving whinny and snort from the mare. Moaning herself from her human half, Applejack thrust her shaft deep into Palomino, using her hind legs to rock into the mare. Feeling Palomino’s pussy wrap around her hard cock, Applejack lolled her tongue out as she pressed her bare breasts against the neck of her mare.

Palomino knelt down on her legs as Applejack pumped into her, snorting heavily from the pleasure. Applejack’s back arched as she squeezed her breast, continuing to thrust into the tight slit with her thick shaft. Her ears flicked as her large sac slapped against Palomino’s flanks, getting herself more and more aroused.

Feeling Palomino’s breathing shorten, Applejack’s shaft began to throb as she pumped into her. Letting out a loud moan and neigh, Applejack filled up Palomino’s tight pussy with her hot cum as the mare’s juices squirted all over her cock. Her forelegs fell over Palomino’s side as Applejack’s human half collapsed against the strong mare’s back, feeling her mane and fur against her skin. Palomino knelt down as Applejack’s messy cock pulled out of her, letting her cum overflow out of her slit.

“Mmm, that’s a good girl,” Applejack complimented, using her hands to pet at Palomino’s neck. Palomino neighed happily as Applejack reared and stood back up. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she looked over at the other horses on the farm, her cock still twitching in it’s aroused, erect state.

“Ah, the bucking can wait!” Applejack said confidently, galloping over to some more waiting mares, lost in the lust of the barnyard passion.