Two years on the run from the law of a world not yours. You didn't want to live like you did, but for the sake of your survival you had to, but the dominant species of the land don't seem to agree with the legitimacy of your actions. You find yourself carted off to some farm called Sweet Apple Acres to begin your sentence. Your reception is as warm as the dark side of the moon and for the next two months, you work day in and day out, not even taking breaks when offered to you. But then, on a rainy night at the end of May, you find yourself fighting to keep yourself sheltered and warm as a storm threatens to reap what few possessions you have. At your wits end and shivering in the cold, a orange mare donning a stetson invites you into her house, and who are you to refuse...

Edited/Proofread with the help of Nedragesor

Warning: Human x Pony action, oral pleasure, fellatio, fingering, nakadashi, cuddling, honestly this story is pretty vanilla, but hey, who doesn't like some vanilla now and again