Well for starters today was a very, very, very hot day. Celestia’s light blazed extra hot that day. Beating down on everyone like a large dry wooly blanket fresh from the dryer that couldn’t be escaped. Most of the pegesai had cleared away the clouds last night for the scorcher, leaving no shield from the ancient ball of superheated gas in the sky. Their was no escaping this heat wave.
Most ponies where inside, huddling around fans and air conditioning, trying to avoid heat stroke. Not me though. I was in Applejack’s barn. Why I can’t really tell you. Maybe I was just too tired to go all the way back home. Maybe I just liked the place. Despite being a barn, it had air conditioning coming from ceiling vents. That’s where I was, up in the rafters parallel to the door, laying on my back the vent blowing cool air in my face. My clothes where still sticky with sweat, but it was nice enough to nap, I was wearing a white tank top and dark blue sport shorts, my hooves dangling off the sides while my hands where behind my head. I wouldn’t be long. What time was it now anyway? I knew she was outside working like always. Applejack. Even on a day when you could boil a dragons egg on the side walk, the farm mare kept to her self and never stopped. That’s one of the things I admired most about her. As well as a few... other things I enjoyed admiring.
As if my thoughts summoned her the doors creaked open letting in the yellow glow from outside. In walked Applejack in all her radiant rustic beauty, covered in sweat.
Her voluptuous chest bouncing every which way unrestrained by a bra in her plaid button shirt. Her wide hips swayed with every hoofstep, straining her daisy duke’s threatening to burst. Her breasts bouncing up and down hypnotically, As she made her way in. Luna alive she was sexy. The way her muscles bulged under her shirt, those breasts barely contained in her top. Those rock hard muscles. That fucking huge ass. Those adorable freckles.
Celestia damn it she was so fucking hot!
Not just in the attractive sense either. Her orange coat was drenched in sweat, giving her body a beautiful glisten, minus the dirt and grime of course. The sweat made her nipples visible in the thin fabric of her shirt as outlined dark spots. I briefly wondered if she was aware or not.
I was expecting Applejack to just grab some hay or something, toss it over her shoulder and then leave to continue her chores. Instead to my surprise she closed and locked the door behind her with a chunk of wood bigger than my arm. I sat up and hid my legs up the sides. She didn’t know I was here did she?
Looking off the side of the beam I saw her rubbing her shoulders moaning. She didn’t know I was hear, I thought letting out a sigh of relief. Applejack then stretched her arms above her head, her plaid top strained to contain her perky breasts, till finally a button rocketed to the other side of the room opening a portal to an orange valley. The farm mare was too use to this to be surprised, or even frustrated and mearly undid the rest of her shirt to grab a new one.
With every released button I was granted a greater view of her sweat covered body. With every key unlocked more of the treasure hidden underneath the thin fabric. I bit my lower lip leaning over the edge to get a better view while also remaining hidden. With the last button undone I saw them.
Soaked in perspiration where the two treasures I had sought my entire life. The breasts of Applejack. Hanging from her shoulders proud and firm drenched in sweat.
Sure Pinkiepie’s and Fluttershy’s where larger. But they also sagged more under the weight. Applejack’s remained firm and up like she was always wearing a bra even when she wasn’t. Which was often. Plus as an extra bonus I got a view of her chiseled stomach. Glistening with sweat streaming down her form. I licked my lips wanting nothing more in this world than to jump down and rub by face in those beautiful breasts of hers. Lick the sweat off her body, feel those pillar arms rap around my body.
The farm mare threw her shirt to a corner and began walking to the other side of the barn. I kept watching her breasts bounce with every hoofstep till I had to change sides.
She opened a locker and leaned down, so that ass was pointed straight up and me, the stitches on her thighs jeans threatening to split down the middle as she leaned more and more. I could make out every detail under her skin tight jeans. My mouth started to water as the jeans strain to its limits to contain her ass.
Soon she stands up again, to my surprise she wasn’t grabbing a new shirt, instead it was an ice cold soda in her hand. She then places the beverage across her forehead sighing, walking to the thermostat she lowers the temperature even more, I feel ice cold wind in my flank and try to suppress a surprised gasp.
She then walks over to one of the other vents and takes a seat on a stool leaning back and sighing.
She takes the soda away from her forehead and rubs it over the hot or warn out parts of her body. My eyes are glued to it as the beverage slowly passes under her soaked pit, over her muscles, between her thick legs and large breasts with the care of someone applying meditative lotion. I whish I was that lucky soda bottle, being rubbed all over her flesh. Finally the bottle reaches her muzzle, with one swift motion she tears the cap of spitting it into a corner. She then leans her head back guzzling down the fizzy drink. I saw her neck undulate up and down with every gulp sending more of the sugary liquid down her throat. Half the bottle was emptied before she finally let out a satisfied sigh, placing the bottle on a fence post next to her. She then sat their looking out the window topless at the waving heat, I saw her scratch under her pit and give her fingers a quick sniff.
I expected her at any moment to grab a new shirt. But surprisingly she instead started to undo the belt on her pants, slipping off her jean shorts, the material rolling off her thunder thighs in waves that drew me into what they revealed. Soon the farm mare was sitting in nothing but frilly black panties slightly stained with sweat alone the crack. The mare just sat their in nothing but black panties drinking a cold one all by herself. I saw the droplets sliding off. She was more perfect in that moment than any other time I remembered seeing her. Her orange form accented by the streams of light. Those toned tight muscles. The black panties digging into her hips. I watched the sweat stream down her skin. Watched it pool in her folds of muscle, she stared out the window in virtually nothing. Saw her tail swish back and forth kicking up dust. I wiped the perspiration from my forehead and licked it imagining it was hers. I could stare at her cooling off like this for hours on end and not get board. I kept my eyes glued to her toned muscles, surging with raw power. Celestia did I want to fuck this mare. Hear her moans of pleasure as our body smack together. Those arms rapped around my in a warm loving embrace, my muzzle resting on her tits. My mind wanders into the fantasy of how before I even knew it. She would look over to me, get all embarrassed, then come over and tell me not to tell anyone, and we would bang. It was perfect. My Goddess I really wanted to role in the hay with her. Kicking up dust and dirt, getting filthy, our two bodies as one in an act of utter pure lust. It was perfect. But totally unrealistic when I snapped out of it. Was I in heat? Was it always so hot here? Fuck it was warm and wet in these shorts.
I needed to get closer to see her in more detail.
I slowly slid off the beam to get a better look, trying to remain as quiet as possible. My legs reached the ground behind a stack of hey on one of the upper shelves. I carefully went down the ladder only flapping once to stop my fall. On all fours I crawled over to a pallet and peaked up, but she was gone.
Where was she? She was sitting right their!
I felt a strong firm grip on my shoulder.
“Mine tell’n me wa’t you think you’re do’n here Rainbow Dash?” I heard her voice say.
Turning my neck I saw the powerful Applejack standing over me like an Amazonian goddess. Curves in all the right places punctuated with muscles that could rival and even surpass most stallions I knew. Her fur the color of a sunrise.
She didn’t cover up like I had imagined she would. Instead she stood proud and tall over me, her arms under her breasts hoisting them up slightly. She looked down at me over her muzzle, stony expressions unreadable. I couldn’t tell if she was livid, disappointed, or genuinely curious.
“Well for starters today was a very, very, very hot day.” I started without even thinking.
To Be Continued... (maybe)
Author's Note
Trying out first person for this story. Let me know what you think and I way continue this (or not, I do not know.)
