With a strained grunt, Dusk set down the crate of apples down on top of another, staggering back with a heavy pant. He hunched over, small chest heaving as he rested his hands on his knees, desperately trying to refill his lungs.
"Good job, hun," Applejack said as she approached him from behind, slapping the purple twink playfully on the backside before admiring his handiwork. "I gotta say, if you keep this up, we might be able to let you carry boxes that have some actual weight to 'em."
"Ha," Dusk sighed, rolling his eyes as he stood up straight. "I can see why you've got legs that can kick mountains down if you spend every day lifting shit like this."
"Yup," Applejack winked, slapping her jean-clad thighs. "Ya'll don't get strength like mine without workin' for it."
"Well, I think..." Dusk said in a strained manner as he sat down on his haunches, resting on the grass. "We've done good work today."
Applejack joined him with a smile, dropping down quick and resting her elbows on her knees as she looked over the orchard.
"And I gotta agree," she beamed, nodding slowly as she looked over the bare trees. "I honestly thought we were gonna struggle without Mac in town this year, but..."
"But?" Dusk asked, glancing sideways at her.
"But you proved me good and wrong," she smiled, gently thumping him on the arm with a fist. "You ever think'a makin' this a permanent gig? Giving up on all that prince shit and sweating for your meals?"
"Hard choice, I think... giving up a life of luxury, comfort, and benefits to work my hands down to the bone throwing apples about the same few hundred acres until I die?" Dusk asked, gesturing at the trees. "I'm sure you can see why I'm struggling to choose."
"Seems that wit's as sharp as ever," Applejack scoffed, turning her head towards Dusk and looking him over. "You got anythin' left in ya?"
"Depends on what for?" he asked.
"Fuckin'," she grinned in a casual manner.
"Already?" came the confused response, his eyes glancing back at the boxes behind him. "Haven't we still gotta get these labelled and packaged?"
"Already done," Applejack said with a shake of her head, turning in her sitting position to point at the green-paint stamp on the sides of the boxes. "We managed to wrangle up a proper delivery service for them this year, and we splashed a lil' bit extra on branding the boxes. The boys'll come an' pick em up come dawn tomorrow while so we don't have to cart up and haul 'em ourselves."
"So we get an early finish?" Dusk asked.
"O'course... and a few extra hours to do whatever the hell we want," she smirked, a grin spreading onto her cheeks as she moved closer to Dusk. "Think you can handle a ride?"
"I might have a round or two left in me," Dusk chuckled, cupping the side of Applejack's face and kissing her passionately.
The stallion's hands slid over Applejack's enormous ass just as her tongue slid over his. The bitter-yet-delicious taste of her apple-flavoured-tongue was as delicious as it was familiar to him. Her flannel-clad tits pressed into his chest as she squeezed more of her buxom body against his. The two of them were boiling and panting already, the late-summer sun beating down on them as they sat there, but neither seemed to mind all that much. Dusk squeezed Applejack's ass, feeling her jeans almost bursting at the seems trying to keep such a huge object contained in that little space.
"I'm fucking this today," he announced, gently slapping her on the ass before digging his fingers in.
"Ya'll are eatin' it first," Applejack countered, gently suckling Dusk's neck as she undid her shirt.
Once the final button was undone, she threw the sweat-soaked top off, exposing her beautiful breasts, each one bigger than her head, already coated with the glistening flavour of exertion. Dusk lapped the sweat from her collarbone, fingers sliding around to Applejack's belt-buckle.
He opened the leather binding and pulled her zipper down, letting her take over the effort of pulling her jeans down, just underneath the mountainous curve of her fat ass. Dusk gripped the orange flesh, gently spreading her cheeks and feeling her jiggling booty fill the gaps between his fingers.
"Fuuuck...," he groaned, cock throbbing in his pants from the feel of Applejack's ass alone.
"Ya'll still can't get over it, can ya?" she asked teasingly. "We been bangin' like this for nearly half a decade and the ass it still too much for ya, ain't it?"
"You know me so well," Dusk nodded.
"I know you're a fuckin' pervert," she smirked, pressing her hands against Dusk's chest and slowly pushing him down onto the ground.
After that, she stood up and stripped herself down properly. She kicked off her boots, peeled her socks and jeans off, and then threw her panties onto Dusk's face. A brief whiff from them carried a strong scent of excitement, already wet from the apple farmer's lust towards her long-time friend. Applejack placed her hands on her hips, her thick, muscular thighs guiding Dusk's eyes up to her toned abdomen, strong shoulders, and large arms.
The mare was fit as fuck and looked all the more beautiful for it, slowly turning around and dropping onto her hands and knees, waving her big, sweaty ass in Dusk's face with her tongue stuck out in a teasing fashion.
"C'mon, sugar," she grinned arrogantly. "Dinner's ready."
Dusk rolled his eyes with a chuckle. He got to his knees, shuffling over to Applejack's fat, jiggly ass. He clapped his hands to her cutie mark, a solid thwack accompanied by a jiggle and a moan from the orange-furred beauty. He shook her ass gently, watching it ripple and bounce, carrying so much weight on such strong legs. It was mesmerising to behold, like looking into the face of a deity.
He leaned forward and kissed her cheek, burying his face into her ass and forming an almost air-tight seal in doing so. Booty was too big, enough to lose himself in if he wasn't careful. He gently nibbled her asscheek, getting a quiet moan from Applejack, before he moved back.
He then spread her good and wide, showing off her treasures to his hungry eyes. Her pussy was stained with lust already, dripping down her thighs and pooling into the grass below them. Her asshole was puckered and tight as always, licking his lips hungrily as he ran his tongue over it. Applejack's back arched briefly, a hiss of pleasure falling from her plump lips as Dusk licked her asshole.
The taste of her sweat electrified his tongue, salty and bitter, but oh-so beautiful. His muzzle was soon pressed right up against her asshole, tongue hungrily devouring her back door, slicking it with thick spit and getting her ready for the pounding she was gonna get from him. He slapped her on the ass again, Applejack moaning louder than before at the stinging pleasure the hit brought.
"You're a good mare, you know that?" Dusk asked her. "Beautiful, thick-as-fuck, and so willing..."
"Only for the boys that deserve it," she answered, blowing him a kiss. "Now stop playing with your food back there and get your tongue in me proper."
"Mhm, yes, Ma'am," Dusk nodded.
He spread her asshole with his thumbs, tongue rimming around the circle before slowly pushing deep inside her. This brought another, harder shiver onto Applejack, the feeling of Dusk's thick, wet tongue sliding into her tight cavern being enough to make her drool. Dusk's muzzle was drowned in her scent, the mix of sweat and her musk hypnotising him in ways he would never believe possible if he hadn't done this with her so many times.
He moved his hands back briefly, dropping his pants and allowing his cum-drooling cock to flop out, standing fifteen inches strong and thick enough to struggle holding. He needed her ass wet, needed it to be ready to ram his cock inside and paint her stomach white.
She loved it when he came inside her. She made that plenty clear with how she moaned whenever he did it. She adored the feeling of his hot cum filling her belly and stuffing her good and warm with cream. He felt himself drooling at the thought of it, this only helping get her asshole soaked with spit before he pulled back. He spat on her ring again, Applejack gasping in shock at the sudden and extremely visceral gesture, before he ran the flat of his tongue over her asshole again and again, layering more and more of his saliva onto it, all the while lapping up the bitter sweat that coated her body.
"Rut me, Dusk," Applejack moaned into her arms. "I need it now."
The svelte stallion nodded in response, leaning back and guiding his cock to her wet entrance. The heat of her asshole felt incredible against the blunt tip of his cock, feeling it radiate down his shaft as he rubbed small, short circles around her spit-soaked sphincter. With a guiding hand on his cock and one gripping Applejack's hips, the insanely-endowed stallion penetrated her ass, pushing the first few inches inside her.
The two of them moaned in unison, the boiling heat of the other's body and the sensations brought on by their physical link with one another throwing them both for a loop. Dusk guided his hands to her hips, gripping tightly as he let his hips do the rest of the work. He pushed deeper and deeper inside her, his medial ring hitting against her sphincter and briefly making him come to a stop.
"Your favourite part," he whispered to his golden lover.
"Then don't keep me waiting," she moaned.
He applied more pressure, a hard thrust stretching Applejack's ring even wider as the thick ridge of flesh pushed deep inside her. Her eyes rolled back almost to the whites, a moan pouring out of her mouth like sweet honey as the first eight inches of Dusk's cock found their home inside her tight, wet innards.
He kept pushing, more and more inches, bulging out Applejack's toned stomach with his size as she ran out of room for him. Her hand went to her belly, feeling the tip of Dusk's arm-thick cock pushing her stomach further and further out. She moaned once again, high and clear, as the bliss of being fucked by something too damn big washed over every inch of her trembling body.
Soon, he was in. Enormous balls resting against her dripping cunt, his sweaty sack mixing fluids with her blazing-hot pussy as it dripped onto the ground beneath them. Dusk leaned forward over her back, resting his weight on her stronger body as he simply enjoyed the sensation of being inside her. No thrusting, no pounding, not yet at least. His arms cupped her breasts, squeezing them hard enough to juice a moan of out Applejack, toying with her rigid nipples as he licked her neck.
"You love this, don't you?" he whispered in her twitching ear.
"My favourite thing," she nodded with a wide, genuine smile. "You feel incredible, sugar."
"And you feel perfect," Dusk smiled, kissing her lips once more before pushing himself back up.
Applejack wanted a hard fuck, and that was what she was going to get from him. He settled himself down, fingers gripping her wide birthing hips as he got his rut going, nice and slow. His eyes locked onto her backside, as they always did. Her ass, big and beautiful, rippled like the surface of a disturbed pond. He watched it as it happened, every solid strike of his own femmy hips against her colossus of an ass caused more of her thick, soft flesh to bounce forwards.
She could shake, swing, and bounce her ass better than anyone else he knew, and she looked amazing doing it. Her hips hit back against his, her asshole clenched good and tight around his throbbing, pulsing cock as it bulged her stomach out again and again. Each time it hit its limits, Applejack groaned, the feeling of being stretched out like that being almost too much for the orange beauty.
Dusk leaned forward again, running his tongue over her back, lapping up more of her salty sweat, his nose picking up the trance-inducing scent of her skin, mixing in with the grass around them, the apple smell in the air, and the faint perfume she wore. He could feel his cock drooling inside her ass, thick globs of pre bubbling out of the tip and putting that first layer of paint on her well-fucked stomach before he'd even gotten going properly yet.
Applejack opened her legs a little wider, giving her ass a brief shake for the stallion staring down at it. That was a sign she wanted him to go faster. Her muscular body wasn't just there for show and work. The mare fucked and the mare fucked hard. Dusk was often on the receiving end of her harder desires, and he had the stories and the bruises to show that Applejack was a mare where rough and tumble was the only thing on the menu.
He cracked her on the ass again, a flat palm strike hard enough to hurt, just the way she liked it. The moan Dusk got in response to his light abuse told him that. He reached forwards, fingers sinking into the blonde locks of her luxurious mane before yanking it backwards, hiking Applejack's head back with it and causing her hat to fall off.
She exclaimed in pleasured surprise, Dusk giving her the rough treatment she dripped down the thighs for as he continued to fuck her ass. The sound of his hips striking her ass got louder and louder as the seconds went by. Shame was nothing the two of them felt when wrapped up in their blissful little trysts. The concept of stripping off and fucking till they dropped outside of Applejack's house wasn't something that made them nervous.
If they were left alone to their pleasures, all the better. If someone stumbled onto them enjoying the other's beautiful body, they'd ask for them either to move on and not disturb them, or to take a seat and watch the show before they finished. Exhibitionists they were not... but they weren't ashamed to show the world how much they enjoyed each other's company.
Applejack's knees had sunk into the dirt at this point, Dusk's weight pushing them down into the grass as his surprisingly-powerful hips clapped her cheeks faster and faster. Another vicious tug came at her mane, pleasure bolting through Applejack's body as the beautiful pain spiked again. Her fingers curled and dug into the dirt, tugging up chunks of grass beneath them, toes curling against the ground as Dusk's cock ploughed in and out of her.
Her breathing was strained and tired, matching Dusk's perfectly. The summer heat was enough to make them drip, but with the added exertion of a good, hard fuck, the two were practically swimming in their own sweat. Their bodies slid against each other, the smell of exertion and sex hanging in the air like a fog, almost thick enough to chew. Their skin prickled under the heat, smiles plastered on their faces as the sounds of chirping birds, buzzing insects, and the gentle creaks of the trees in the breeze were accompanied by hard, wet slaps, and loud, whorish moans from the apple farmer getting fucked beneath the orchard.
He slapped her ass a third time, harder than before, leaving a red handprint on her orange backside as a mark of ownership. He felt himself building towards the end of their time together, hips bucking forward faster and faster as he felt himself going into rut. He leaned over her back once again, wrapping his arms around her waist as his cognition seemed to fail him. All he could think to do was thrust until he came.
Applejack didn't seem to be doing much better either, eyes rolled back, tongue hanging from her mouth and drooling onto the grass beneath her as Dusk clapped her ass hard enough to sting. The end was there for the both of them, orgasms rocking their bodies at almost the exact moments as they came their hearts out.
Dusk's dam burst explosively, blowing his load into Applejack's already-stretched stomach and ballooning her out in a matter of seconds. Her stomach continued to fill further and further past its limit, full and sagging like a water balloon as it filled up enough to touch the ground beneath her stomach.
Dusk pulled out with a loud, final grunt, cumming the last of his load onto Applejack's back as she collapsed onto her side, cum jetting out of her well-fucked asshole and watching it pool on the ground beneath her. They lay still for a long while, panting heavily and staring up into the clear blue sky. They watched the birds circle around, flitting from tree to tree, and going about their business.
Once she was drained and light enough to move again, Applejack crawled over to Dusk and collapsed onto his chest, snuggling against his sweat-coated body and closing her eyes.
"I think we're due for a nap... whaddabout you?" she asked in a drowsy tone.
"You want us to nap in a field, bare-ass naked, covered in sweat and cum, ready for anyone to stumble across us?" Dusk asked.
"I can't see no problem with that," she sniggered, kissing him gently on the cheek. "Can you?"
"I suppose not," he sighed, closing his eyes and resting against Applejack's soft figure, allowing sleep to take them both as they succumbed to their exhaustion.
