Much Ado About Something That's Really Not That Interesting, Seriously, What Is Wrong With These Ponies

The next day, you make a house call. You knock on the door to the Apple family barn.

"That you, Anon? Come in!"

You open the door to find Applejack curled up, clutching her hind legs.

"Thank goodness, ah was worried ah'd be here all day."

You crouch down beside her, careful to stay out of the range of her bucking legs.

"Pulled a muscle or two, I see."

She smiles wryly.

"Guess ah bucked one tree too many."

You trail your fingers across the underside of her thigh, saying,

"Just tell me where it hurts."

You are a little past the middle of her thigh when her breath hitches.

"Right there?"

She closes her eyes and nods. You gently press your knuckles into her taut muscle, keeping it light and working the leg. A few times, she twitches, and you pause before continuing. After the initial pass, you dig a little deeper, and she stifles a moan. You knead her thigh, trying not to think about yesterday's events, just losing yourself in the work. Finally, you finish with the leg, and she gingerly extends it. She sighs in relief, and presents you with the other leg.

This one goes a bit easier, but you still get turned on by the sounds she makes. It's one of the odd perks of being a masseuse, but it's a little awkward getting boners around your friends. Once you're done, Applejack gets up on her shaky legs.

"Thank you kindly for comin' out for me. Big Mac will be along later today to drop off your payment of apples."

You shake her hoof pleasantly.
"I'm always glad to help a friend in need. I'll check up on you in about two days. Until then, be sure to take it easy. We don't want this getting worse."

She chuckles.

"Don't worry, ah learned that lesson long ago."

You know, you saw the episode.

"Alright, see you later."

You are about to open the door, when she clears her throat.

"Anonymous, ah hear Rarity and Fluttershy saw your plow."

Your plow? Wait. You turn around.

"Who all did they tell?"

Applejack shrugs.

"You know, me, Rainbow, Pinkie, and Twi."

This is going to be a long day. She looks you straight in the eye.

"Mind if ah take a look?"

Let's just get this over with.

"Alright."

You drop your pants, and leave it hanging in the air. Applejack nods.

"Thank you kindly."

You hesitantly put your pants back on.

"That's it?"

"Mmhmm. No offense, but ah live with Big Mac, so that's mah reaction to most stallionhoods."

You chuckle weakly.

"Yeah, that thing is pretty huge."

She adjusts her hat.

"Ah think about it, sometimes, to be honest."

You get the feeling you have stepped off the path of normal conversation.

"The size of it, or... doing it with him?"

Applejack watches you carefully.

"It doesn't have to be him, sometimes ah imagine other stallions, just, bigger. You know, Anonymous..."

"Yes?"

Her cheeks color.

"Your forearm is about the right size."

"Nope."

That's a good way to lose an arm, you're pretty sure. The farm pony backs up towards you, presenting her glistening snatch.

"Come on, Big Mac, it don't mean nothing between kin."

For her to slip that quickly into roleplay, she's thought about this a lot. You have to admit, she is an attractive mare, and it's not like you aren't interested in these sorts of things. You play along, deepening your voice.

"It's because ah'm your brother that makes this wrong."

Applejack's voice is husky with desire.

"Just this once, don't be mah brother. Be the stallion who looks when you think ah'm not watchin'."

Looks like things are more complicated than you anticipated. You step forward, resting your closed fist against her winking opening. She starts breathing more shallowly.

"Just this once, Applejack."

Your press inward, and she gasps. You are up to your wrist in pulsing wet mare, and there is no turning back. No seriously, you aren't sure you can pull back out. You sink your arm in deeper, halfway to your elbow.

"Deeper, br- Big Mac! Plow me like your field!"

You shove, reaching the end of her tunnel, embedded up to the thickest part of your forearm. She clenches around you, then releases, shaking a little. You take the chance to withdraw your arm, leaving your fist in. She groans and bites down on her hat. You start thrusting your arm in and out, straining against her strong pull. Marecum drips down onto the straw in a steady rhythm. She spits out her hat.

"Make me your broodmare!"

You speed up a little, and catch her mane with your other hand. You pull gently, tugging her head back. Her face is flushed, her eyes rolled up and her tongue lolling out the side. Her walls spasm and constrict, flooding with juices. Even so, you are officially stuck.

"Plant your seed, farm pony. Mah earth is fertile."

Thinking quickly, you open your fist slightly, then close it quickly, squirting some of her cum from near your thumb. You repeat this five times before she releases your arm. You sit down heavily on the hay, your newly freed arm shaking and chilling in the air. Applejack collapses on her side, a dreamy smile on her face. Fucking ponies. Then her eyes snap open, and she stares at your face in horror.

"Ah'm so sorry, ah don't know what came over me, ah-"

You start laughing, tickled by the absurdity of it all. She still looks distressed.

"Don't tell no pony, y'hear? Ah don't know what ah'd do if this got out."

You sober up a little.

"I solemnly swear I won't reveal your secret."

Applejack sighs in relief. When she next meets your eyes, she's more bashful than ashamed.

"Ah'm sorry, that all musta seemed mighty strange to you."

You shrug.

"Rarity put little clothes on my dick. This is practically normal."

She chuckles at that.

"Good ol' Rarity. Ah swear, she'd fancy up the wind if it'd hold still."

After a few moments of easy conversation, you take your leave. It may be a long day, but it won't be entirely unpleasant.