Anon watched as the big yellow pony girl lifted and carried a hay bell to the other side of the bar. Applejack was one big, thick pony. Her broad hips flared supporting a thick, heart shaped ass. Her bare thighs visibly flexed into powerful corded stems that propelled her body forward. Above the small jean short shorts straining on those broad hips was a bit of feminine pudge that hid a firm layer of abdominal muscles. Her big breasts jiggled with each hoof fall inside her tie shirt. Sweat glinted on that yellow, fur. Her biceps visibly flexed, betraying that this was a pony that worked hard and could hold her own.

“Ah guess ah could use you as a field hand anon. Iffin it’s what ya want?” I took her hand and shook it. “Well, I need the money, so I guess I do want it.” I added in my head, “And, of course, it gives me an opportunity to get closer to you AJ.”

“Hey cousin Applejack,” a small pony stood in the barn door. She spoke with a thick, strange accent. Different from the big, curvy pony in front of me. “Hello there, cousin Babs.” AJ pulled the smaller, burnt orange pony into a side hug that embarrassingly accentuated the size difference between the two. “Ap-ple-jack.” The small pony called out. “Sorry,” AJ apologized and motioned to me. “This here is Anon, he’s a new hire.”

I reached over and extended my hand to the small pony. “Hey, pleasure to meet you.” She looked up at me and shyly smiled. “Sure thang Mister Anon, my friends call me Babs.” She held my hand for a second longer than I thought was probably right. “Well, good to meet you Babs, feel free to just call me Anon though.” I pulled my hand away and turned to AJ. Gosh darn if she wasn’t pretty.

“I’ll, uh, see you in the morning Miss AppleJack. Till then.”

“He’s a nice find cousin.” Babs Seed was looking at the form of the strange man walking away. “He is indeedy.” AJ looked down at her small cousin. “You seem to have taken a right shine to him.” Babs blushed pink and turned. “Ah, I’m jus teasin ya sugarcube. Look, ya go right ahead and chase after him.”

Babs took a moment to mull that over. “How exactly do I do that?” AJ smiled and took off her hat and fanned herself with it. “Why, find out what he likes in his women folk, acourse.”

The next day Anon was at it, hauling barrels of apples into position for pickup when Babs entered. “Heya there mister. Your looking kinda tired. I brought ya some lemonade.” Anon stopped and took the glass. “Thanks kid.” Babs scowled. “I ain’t no kid, I’m an adult.” Anon laughed. “Sorry about that. You forgive me?” He gave her a winning smile his bare, green, chiseled torso glinting. “Uhm, uh,” Babs definitely wanted him to like her. “Yah, sure I do. Listen, mind if I, uhm, ask ya a question?” Anon took a big drink. “Shoot.”

“Whaddya like in a woman.” Anon spurted the lemonade in a glorious spit take. What! Why would she ask him that. Unless. Unless it was for Applejack! “Well. I like ‘em big.” He wiped his mouth on his forearm. The small pony was looking intently and he figured he’d better be extra clear. “The bigger the better in fact. Big curves, muscles, height.” There. Aj was a big girl after all. Taller than him. Curvy and muscular. A little taller than him. No way she wouldn’t add two and two together.

“I see.” Babs said, her head down. Big. The opposite of her. In every way.

“Yeah. Thanks for the drink ki-I mean Babs.” He handed the glass to her. “I’m glad we can be friends. You ever need to talk let me know.” With that he got back to work and Babs went back toward the house, dejected.

It was a week until Anon saw Babs again. “Hey there, ki-“. He stopped, the girl in front of him didn’t really look like a kid. In fact she looked as tall as her cousin! “Heya Anon.” She waved at him.

She had definitely grown, allot. Still, Applejack was bigger overall. “So howya doing with the field work.” They spoke for a little while. Babs sat beside him and the thing that stuck out most to him was how he didn’t have to look down at her. She was pretty. But still, she was no Applejack.

“So, anyways Anon,” Babs stood as straight and tall as she could. “I think you noticed, I’m as big as cousin Applejack now and I was wonderin’….” Anon laughed. “Your as tall as she is. But big?” Anon quirked his eyebrows. “Not yet by my estimate.” Babs’ expression soured. “I wander what’s too big for you Anon?” The man laughed. “Ah, I don’t know. I don’t think there’s such a thing as too big.”

Babs smiled. “We’ll see. I’m still a growing gal after all.”

Babs was gone for another week after that. I had just finished my work and was watching the sunset. Behind me I heard that Manehatten tone. “Hey Anon, howya liken that view there?” I smiled, glad she’d recovered from my let down. My smile fell as I turned and found myself faced with an overwhelmed tie knot shirt struggling to hold back two big fleshy burnt orange tits. I looked up past those voluptuous hills with my mouth hanging open to see Babs' face with a big, sly grin. “Well Anon, hows da view?”

It took me a minute to processes. I stepped back and took her in. Babs was huge. Wide hips stretching her skirt that didn’t cover an eighth of her massive ass cheeks. Her pantied crotch was clearly visible. She gave me a moment to take it all in, then she asked again.

“How’s dat view, Anon? Not too much?”

I swallowed, then smiled. “It’s amazing.”

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