Simple, Messy Apple Bucking
Applejack woke up to the sound of her alarm. She sat up in bed, and remembered that today was Applebuck Season.
Big McIntosh broke his arm and had it in a cast, and Apple Bloom was at summer camp with Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and other girls their age. So, Applejack had a lot of work ahead of her.
She changed out of her pajamas into a white and green T-shirt and a short, tight pair of jean shorts, with white panties underneath. She had a big meal of apple pies, not wanting to work on an empty stomach, packed a large cooler of bottles of water and cider, hauled it out to her apple orchard, and then got to work.
Like her Equestrian counterpart, Applejack would often kick the trees to buck the apples off. But she kicked about half as hard, so sometimes it would take two or even three kicks to buck all the apples off.
Applejack kicked the first tree as hard as she could. About half the apples fell off into buckets. Applejack kicked the tree again, and the rest of the apples fell.
Rarity was walking by Sweet Apple Acres when she saw Applejack kicking the trees and hauling the buckets of apples to the center, and walked over to her.
"Good morning, Applejack," said Rarity.
"Good mornin', Rarity," said Applejack, wiping sweat from her forehead.
"Are you planning to harvest all those apples yourself?"
"Darn tootin'."
"Can't anyone else help you with them?"
"Nope. Big Mac hurt himself, and Apple Bloom's at camp."
"Well, I'd be willing to help. And I'll call the rest of our friends as well."
"No thanks. Ah don't need no help."
"If you say so." Rarity walked away looking unsure.
...
After only half an hour of apple bucking, Applejack was starting to get very sweaty. Her panties were soaked and her shorts were damp. She reached into her cooler, downed a refreshing bottle of cider, and then got back to work.
Rarity returned with her crush, Trenderhoof, at her side. He was visiting from out of town and Rarity had jumped at the opportunity to give him a tour of the city so he could get to know her better.
"And here is Sweet Apple Acres!" said Rarity.
Trenderhoof stared at Applejack. He loved the way she looked. He loved the way she dressed. He loved the way she kicked, the way the sweat glistened off her legs in the sunlight and flew off her hair.
"Who is that?" he said.
"Oh, that's Applejack," said Rarity. "This is her farm."
Trenderhoof ran over to Applejack without a second glance back at Rarity.
"Applejack!" said Trenderhoof, taking Applejack's hand and shaking it hard. "I'm Trenderhoof. What are you doing?"
"Bucking all the apples," said Applejack, looking very disinterested in him.
"Mind if I help?"
"Yes, ah do."
"Oh. Can I at least sit and watch?"
"Well... all right. Just don't talk too much."
Trenderhoof sat down on a bench and watched Applejack as she continued to kick the apple trees. Rarity felt very jealous. Trenderhoof was infatuated with Applejack and wasn't paying her any attention anymore.
...
At 11:00 AM, Applejack was still harvesting apples. She was nowhere close to done yet, and her progress was getting slightly slower, as she was getting tired. But she stayed hydrated, drinking lots of water and cider.
Because she was sweating a lot working in the summer heat, she had to drink a lot. And because of this, she now needed to pee badly. But she ignored her full bladder and continued harvesting the apples.
Trenderhoof had made a quick trip to the outhouse and back to his bench to watch the show, enjoying how sweaty Applejack was and how desperate she looked.
Rarity returned, wearing a fancy dress adorned with jewels.
"Trenderhoof, darling, I think you'll find me much more attractive now." Rarity turned to see how Applejack was doing. She noticed Applejack wasn't kicking as hard as usual, and occasionally crossed her legs, fidgeted, and held herself, a look of discomfort on her face.
Rarity walked over to Applejack as she set the next few buckets of apples down.
"Applejack, darling, you should really take a break."
"Ah don't need to."
"Well, pardon me, but... you look like you really need to... go."
"I'll hold it till I'm done."
Rarity looked around at all the trees that were still full of apples. "I really don't think you'll make it."
"If that's what it takes to get this done."
"It will be over much faster if you'll let us help."
"Ah told you ah don't need help!"
"Well, don't come crying to me if you end up wetting yourself." Rarity walked over to the bench where Trenderhoof sat. She twirled around so he could see every side of her dress and posed for him, batting her eyelashes. "How do I look?"
"Like you're getting in my way," said Trenderhoof, moving his head to get a good look at Applejack. "She looks kind of cute when she has to pee. I'd feel kind of bad, but nothing's keeping her from using the bathroom."
"Only her stubbornness is," fumed Rarity as she walked a fair distance away from him and watched Applejack continue to work.
Applejack drank another bottle of water and continued her work. About ten minutes later, as she kicked another tree, she leaked a little into her jean shorts. She barely noticed and picked up the buckets of apples to haul them to the center. As she picked them up, she started to pee full force. Her shorts, which were already damp with sweat, grew warmer and wetter.
Applejack could feel the wetness and the relief. She blushed lightly, knowing she was peeing herself in front of Trenderhoof, but as she didn't really care about him it wasn't too embarrassing, plus she had work to do, so she only stayed still for a split second.
Rarity was disgusted that Applejack was using her shorts as a toilet. This was taking her stubbornness too far. Although a part of her hoped that this would disgust Trenderhoof enough for him to get over her.
Trenderhoof stared at the rivers of pee flowing down Applejack's athletic legs. He could hear the sound of her powerful stream soaking her shorts all the way from here.
He couldn't help himself. He ran in front of Applejack.
"Can ah help you?" said Applejack, still peeing but looking unashamed.
"I just want to let you know I don't think any less of you," said Trenderhoof. "If anything, it makes you even sexier." He blushed a little.
"That's nice. Now sit back down or leave so ah can get on with mah work."
Trenderhoof sat back down, looking a little disappointed that Applejack still wasn't warming up to him.
Applejack finished peeing as she set the buckets down, making sure not to get pee on any of the apples, and then went back to kicking the next tree.
Rarity walked away. Dressing fancy hadn't been enough to win Trenderhoof over, but maybe she should try a different approach.
...
It was now 2:00 AM. Applejack was still working, and not even halfway done yet. She smelled bad, between how much she sweated and having wet herself twice. She had eaten a few of the apples for lunch; even she couldn't work on an empty stomach. She was running low on water and cider, so she decided she'd drink from the hose once she ran out.
Applejack had just walked over to another tree when she let out a loud, wet fart. She looked over at Trenderhoof. Surely he'd be driven away at seeing her do something so foul.
Trenderhoof didn't seem put off one bit. If anything he seemed to like seeing her fart. Applejack sighed and started to kick the tree, farting a few more times as she did so.
As she worked, her farts grew dirtier, wetter, and stinkier. She knew she'd have to do more than fart soon. She hoped she could hold it until she finished.
"Trenderhoof, I'm back!"
Applejack and Trenderhoof turned. Rarity was wearing a light blue tank top and a pair of short, skintight, purple shorts. She was dripping with sweat and out of breath.
"What in the hay is she up to?" said Applejack, farting loudly again.
Rarity walked seductively over to Trenderhoof. "You don't seem to like dresses, and you're obviously into sweaty girls. Well, I changed into my summer shorts and ran several laps around the track so I'm as sweaty as Applejack!" She sniffed her armpit and recoiled. "I hope you don't mind if I smell a little. But, you're probably into that too." She gave Trenderhoof a hopeful grin.
"I have found my one true love at Sweet Apple Acres," said Trenderhoof.
Rarity leaned in a little farther, waiting for him to say her name.
"...Applejack!" Trenderhoof finished.
Rarity pouted, then turned in Applejack's direction at the sound of the next loud fart. Rarity was disgusted at first, and then she noticed how wet and frequent Applejack's farts were, as well as a look of discomfort on the country girl's face. Rarity walked over to her.
"Applejack, you simply MUST use the bathroom and avoid dirtying your shorts more than you already have," said Rarity firmly.
"Ah told you I'm not takin' a break till I'm done buckin' the apples!" She let out another boisterous fart.
Rarity fanned the smell away with her hand. "Wetting yourself is one thing. I was willing to look the other way. But surely you don't want to risk... messing yourself, do you?"
"If ah have to, then so be it."
"At LEAST let us help."
"Ah told you, the answer is no!"
Rarity made frustrated groans at Applejack's stubbornness, then turned to Trenderhoof. "Trenderhoof, darling, could you possibly be attracted to a girl who would soil herself?"
As Applejack let out another dirty fart, Trenderhoof sighed. "Of course I can. Easily."
Rarity's face turned red with anger and she stormed off.
...
Only nine minutes later, Applejack let out another wet fart and felt a small load of poop slide into her shorts, staining her white panties, which were already yellow. She continued kicking trees and moving apple buckets as if nothing happened.
As the minutes went by, Applejack's farts grew wetter, and occasionally her underwear would get a little dirtier. Trenderhoof drooled, his eyes turning into hearts. Was she as into this as he was? Was she doing this for him?
As Applejack walked to the next tree, she felt the pressure in her bowels grow more intense. She probably wouldn't be able to work when she was this desperate. So, she noisily released a wet, brown mess into her shorts. Trenderhoof had a nice view of her butt as a brown bulge appeared on it.
Applejack sniffed the air around her. Her mess smelled bad, but she was used to smelling manure and this wasn't much different. She kicked the tree again. It took four kicks this time to get all the apples off, as she was getting very tired.
She was just starting to kick a dead tree when Rarity returned. This time she was wearing a dirty, smelly pair of jean shorts that were as short and tight as Applejack's. Her hair was no longer curled and looked a little messy, and she was wearing a shabby-looking straw hat.
Applejack turned. Now Rarity really had her attention. "Rarity, what are you doin'?" She walked over to her and sniffed her. "Phew, you smell as bad as ah do. Uh, did, before ah soiled mahself." She awaited Rarity's disgusted reaction to the state she was in.
"That's so mighty fine," said Rarity in a crude imitation of a country accent. "It'll make him like me more! Ah still can't believe the thrift store actually had a section of dirty outfits. They had lots of dirty jean shorts and these smelled the worst!"
"But you'd never wear a dirty outfit like that!" said Applejack. "You'd change who you are just to get Trenderhoof to like you?"
"Yes-indeedy-doodle!"
"Could you at least do a better country accent?" Applejack found her imitation of her insulting, which distracted her a little from Rarity acting quite unlike herself.
"This is the best ah could do!" Rarity lifted her leg and let out a loud, wet fart.
"Nice one, Applejack," said Trenderhoof.
"That was me!" Rarity released a few more explosive farts. "Ah had to eat lots of beans to fart this much, and hold it in all the way here!" FFFFFRRRRRT!
"Ah may be unashamed of fartin', but ah don't do it ALL the time!" said Applejack.
Rarity ignored her and looked at Trenderhoof. "Well, what do you think?" She farted loudly again.
"Not that I don't like your farts, or the way you smell, but I still love Applejack."
"What?" said Rarity in her regular voice. "You still love... Are you... I've never farted this loud before! I mean..." She went back to her exaggerated country accent. "Well once you get to know me I'm sure you'll love me even more!" She farted again and let out a little squeal as she felt something wet plop into her shorts.
"I could never love anyone as much as Applejack."
"Oh, really?" Before she could stop herself, Rarity released the contents of her bladder and bowels. A wet spot appeared on her shorts and pee trickled down her beautiful legs as she filled her shorts with a smelly mess as big as what was in Applejack's shorts, though slightly wetter. Applejack stared in shock. Rarity blushed a little, realizing that she had just wet and messed herself in front of the man she liked. She grinned at him sheepishly, hoping it would only serve to make him like her more, while fanning the air that was full of her stench.
"That's... hot, I guess, but I still love Applejack."
Rarity sat down in disappointment, wincing as she felt her mess squish under her rear, but not really caring at this point.
"Trenderhoof," said Applejack, "ah appreciate the attention, but, uh, mah heart belongs to someone else." She looked at Rarity, who looked up at Applejack's words and blushed lightly.
"Oh." Trenderhoof looked disappointed. "I mean... you're not even a little interested in me?"
"Don't get me wrong, you're always welcome at the farm, ah just don't like you THAT way."
"Well this is awkward."
"I know exactly how you feel," said Rarity, holding back her sniffles. "You're no more the man for her than I am the girl for you. It just wasn't meant to be... for either of us."
Trenderhoof walked away, accepting defeat.
Applejack sat down next to Rarity, ignoring the squishy feeling of her own mess. "You all right, Rarity?"
"No, I am not all right!" Rarity whined. "I broke wind really loudly, I wet myself, and I soiled myself, all for nothing! Trenderhoof doesn't want me!" She started sobbing uncontrollably, causing her makeup to run.
Applejack patted her on the back. "Don't feel bad. It was all mah fault. If I'd only listened to you, you wouldn't have humiliated yourself like this."
Rarity's tears slowed down. Applejack's words made her feel a little better.
"Is your offer to help with my apple bucking still open?" Applejack asked her.
"Of course, darling. We're always willing to help." Rarity sniffed the air around them and wrinkled her nose in disgust. "But first, let's take a bubble bath. We're absolutely filthy."
"There's the Rarity ah know!"
"I suppose it was rather silly trying to pretend to be someone I'm not." She chuckled slightly in spite of herself.
"If he don't like you the way you are, you ain't the one for him."
Applejack led Rarity to a wooden tub big enough for two people to sit in. She set the hose to warm water and started to fill the tub up. They collected some supplies from Applejack's bathroom, and Applejack poured bath soap into the tub. As the water rose it became full of suds.
"First, let's get that mess out of our shorts," said Rarity.
"We can do it behind those trees," said Applejack, pointing to some trees that didn't have apples in them.
They each walked behind a tree, looking around to make sure no one was watching. Then they pulled their shorts and panties down and dumped their poop onto the grass. They pulled their soiled shorts back up, wanting to wash them thoroughly as well.
Then the two wet, smelly girls stepped into the bathtub and sat down. They splashed water on their top halves, except their heads, which weren't particularly dirty.
They each took a bath sponge and scrubbed each other's armpits one by one, creating suds. Then they each took a scrubber on a stick and scrubbed each other's backs, getting the scrubbers between their backs and their hair.
Then they took turns scrubbing each other's butts. Rarity insisted that she scrub Applejack's butt first, either out of generosity at wanting her friend to be clean first, or because she liked Applejack's butt, or both. Applejack enjoyed scrubbing Rarity's butt a little too much, and was worried she was scrubbing too vigorously at times. But from the sounds Rarity made and her lack of resistance, she could tell Rarity was enjoying this as much as she was. They scrubbed extra long with extra soap, seeing how dirty they were.
After they'd washed, they rinsed by hosing each other down. They were now sparkly clean and didn't smell, though their shorts still had a bit of a brown stain on them.
"Not a word of any of this to anyone," said Rarity. "This stays between you, me, and Trenderhoof."
"Ah promise," said Applejack.
Applejack stayed in her wet outfit because she knew she'd dry in the summer heat very quickly, while Rarity returned to her house, changed into a pink tank top and her summer shorts, threw her wet jean shorts and stained panties in the garbage, and called Sunset Shimmer, Twilight Sparkle, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Fluttershy.
It did not take long for them to finish harvesting the apples.
Author's Note
Yes, light Rarijack moments at the end.
And of course there were major differences from the episodes for the sake of the fetish fuel. I don't think Applejack would really be THAT stubborn in canon. This was just a way of doing a fetish fic revolving around her for the first time, while giving it some story.
