Not A Normal Hoard

"Ok, Barb, just...just settle down." She told herself once she was finally dressed and outside. "Take a deep breath. Deep breath...and forget what you just saw. Put it out of your head" She rubbed her face and quickly marched off to the farm.

Considering it was entering Fall - Sweet Apple's biggest and last time to harvest - odds were that they'd all be prepping for the year's last hurrah. And she'd probably be asked to lend a hand with something. She didn't really have any problem with that, but a certain something made it kinda difficult to focus there.

Or to be more exact...someone.

"Apple Bloom! Where's the extra baskets?" Barb heard Applejack shout out from the barn when she neared the farm's main gate.

"Ya'll already took em out." The farmmare's younger sibling hollered back. "Mac's usin' 'em in the far side of the orchard, remember?"

"Oh, right."

Barb stifled a giggle at the exchange. Every year they did this, and every year Applejack would get so worked up about the year's final harvest, she'd get a brain fart about something. As she made her way to the Apple's house, figuring Granny was inside, she almost walked right into Apple Bloom.

"Oh, h-howdy, Barb." Bloom hopped back a little, carrying a big wad of brightly colored rope.

"Heh, they got you marking the bucked trees again?"

"Yeah." Bloom let out a tired sigh. "Rainbow says she heard the weather crew's got an early Winter scheduled to make up for the dry Summer this year. An' AJ wants to try an' get as much as possible before that happens. Dunno why she's doin' this; it's gonna be at least another month before that happens. If they do."

"True." Barb patted her shoulder. In doing so, a small part of her could swear the younger mare was blushing a little. "But, you know how she gets. Farm and family are her biggest worries. Besides, if you guys do get done early, it'll mean a little more relaxation before it does start snowing."

"Ah guess. Just hope it's soon. At least she's startin' to get tired for now." Bloom looked back at the orchard. "Ah better get back to work. Thanks, Barb."

"No problem. I need to go ask Granny Smith something anyway. Later, Bloom." Watching her head back to the trees, Barb found herself thinking she'd seen Bloom's cheeks pinking during that. 'Was she...? Nah, that's impossible.' Turning back to continue her trek, she almost jumped when she nearly walked into Applejack. "Yeep! Geeze, AJ! Scared the crap outta me!"

"Sorry 'bout that, sugar cube." Applejack stifled a laugh at her reaction. "What brings ya out this early? Come to lend a hand with buckin'?"

"Well, Twi asked me to come see if those roasted apple chips were ready, but I could lend a ha-" Her voice stopped dead when she saw what the farmgirl was wearing. Despite the fact that Applejack was the more muscular of the girls, she still had quite the curvy figure; the loosely tied, sleeveless flannel shirt she had on showed off her six-pack and flared hips, and was barely big enough to cover her sizable bust, giving a teasing areola peek as well.

However, it was the...rather arousingly small pair of daisy dukes she had on, showing off the long, toned legs she had. They were also unzipped, the shorts tight enough to stay up, and showing the dragoness that Applejack went commando, giving her quite the view of her pubic region. Barb's eyes widened and a shiver run down her spine as she felt her crotch reacting to the revealing outfit. "A-AJ!" She squeaked. "Your shorts!"

"Huh?" Applejack looked down. "Oh, don't worry 'bout it none, sugarcube. This pair's so tight, it's more comfortable to leave the barndoor open, and Ah just can't bring myself to throw the old girl away. Besides, it ain't like Mac and Bloom are gonna stare at my bits."

'But what about ME!?' Barb whined mentally, trying to focus on something besides Applejack's firm, rounded ass as she followed her into the barn.

"Ok, we got a fair amount of apples to store, so Ah need yer help to move a few things around to make room." Applejack picked up a rake.

"Oh...B-Bloom told me you guys were hot ass-h-harvesting! Harvesting what you could before that supposed early Winter." Barb gulped.

Thankfully, Applejack didn't seem to catch the flub. "Ah'll admit. Dash could've been wrong 'bout what she heard; happened before. But Ah'd rather be wrong than lose all that to frost."

"Point. So...how much do we need to move?" Barb glanced around at all the odds and ends filling the place; their spare - and currently broken - wagon, hay bales that didn't fit in the loft, random spare tools leaning in corners, and an old, and frankly ugly as hell, birdbath Mac was trying to restore.

"Not a whole lot. A corner or two'll work. Just put it all behind the wagon for now."

"All right." She looked around and collected up some shovels near the door while Applejack looked behind a couple of bales. "Ok..." She said to herself, taking them to a back corner. "This isn't bad. Just gotta focus on this and I'll be fine. It'll be easy."

"Nnf. C'mere, ya lil varmit...!" Coming back to get more, Barb glanced over to see what Applejack was on about, and froze. The farmgirl was completely bent over a bale, her ass shaking about some as she tried to get whatever was there.

Part of her said 'move!' but she couldn't stop staring, tongue flicking out to lick her lips as desire slowly etched itself onto her face. The more she watched it bounce some, the closer she found her self moving towards her target, lust making her mind wander slightly.

"Almost got eeet!" Applejack yelped when she felt something hard press into her backside, followed by Barb's hot breath against her ear.

"You know, Jackie..." The rather sensual purr making her ear twitch as Barb's hands slid over her stomach and up under her shirt. "I think I just found a pair of sweet little apples I wouldn't mind a taste of."

"Barb!? What in tar-aah!" She was cut off by the moan she let out from her breasts finding themselves in the dragon's grip, coupled with Barb grinding on her rear with whatever she had downstairs. "W-what in Fanny May are ya doing...mmm" She surprised even her with a purr as her nipples hardened between Barb's fingers.

"You've been a bad lil pony, AJ." Barb flicked her tongue across Applejack's ear, making her inhale sharply. "Walking around with these delicious tits on display." She started to pinch and roll the firm nubs between her fingers, eliciting numerous moans and squeaks from the normally composed mare.

"Barb...oohh...oh yeah..." Applejack mewed as Barb's tail snaked up around her leg, the spade rubbing up along her crotch. "Ah...q-quit teasin' me, sugarcube...!"

Barb just licked her lips, hooking the open fly with a point and tugging it down, a hand following it to grab her mound, making her squeal and buck into her hand. "And teasing me with this tight little pussy, with no panties?" She ground harder into her mare's ass. "You have no idea how hard that makes me!"

Biting her lip happily, Applejack pushed against her when she finally realized what it was.

"Just think. These sweats are all that's between you and a hell of a ride." She ran a finger along her moist pussy lips. "Tell me, how bad do you want it?"

"P-Please, yer drivin' me crazy, Sugar!" Came the near whine from the farmgirl, propping a knee up on the bale to present herself. "Quit teasin' and rut me already!"

"Heh, well, if you insist..." There was a shuffle of cloth.

"Oh....oh Celestia!" Applejack's eyes bugged out when she saw the cock that appeared between her thighs. "W-where you been hidin' that monster!?"

"Just wait, I'll be hiding it somewhere else in a moment." Barb growled, drawing back. "This is one rodeo you'll be wanting to last WAY more than eight seconds for!" Applejack screamed in pleasure as she impaled her in one smooth thrust.

"Barb...Barb! You ok!?" Big Macintosh's voice yanked her back to reality.

"Wha! Who-wha-what!?" She yelped, looking around wildly.

"You ok, hon? AJ noticed you were just standing there, lookin' kinda under the wea...ther..." He trailed off, glancing down some. "...what in Luna is THAT!?" He asked in utter bewilderment, jaw hanging slightly.

"Huh?" Barb followed his gaze and shrank in horror at the tent she was pitching in full view...complete with her hand wrapped around it through her pants. She realized she must've been jerking off to her fantasy. "P-please don't tell anyone!" She half-shrieked, trying to cover herself up.

"Uh...Ah'm jus' gonna pretend ah didn't see that." He quickly replied, mumbling to himself. "Nelly, that thing's as big as mine...Ah-Ah think Ah need to call Sugar Belle."