He's as sweet as the apples he picks.
Man, I wish I really had an alarm clock.
The chirping of birds seem to alert me enough, granted that my windows are open. The thought of having a home so utterly bare in terms of security wasn't something that I was really acquainted with in the first year of my life in this place. 'Safety' never really felt like a word here, given that I've seen naught an ounce of danger asides from the finicky wildlife. A comfortable home, paid by me, made by me, and certainly lived-in only by me, was my own little island away from the anthropomorphic creatures. Strange bunch they were, but their sentience and clear knowledge in concepts beyond my own understanding told me that perhaps there's a lot that I could learn in this universe...not that it would apply back home at all.
What was the time? A look out the window and towards the sundial told me that it was around seven in the morning. The autumn-like season had the sun rising a little later than usual. The soft chill of the morning air had my body shivering a tad, though the woolen fleece helped a ton against that. My groggy body made its way back to the edge of the bed, grabbing my journal to document today's endeavors:
To-do by the end of the week:
~~-Re-stock the larder.~~
-Attend Applejack's end of season banquet.
-Lessons with Twilight.
~~-Shopping?~~
-Avoid Dash as much as possible.
-Find my will to live.
Hrm. That last one is quite a challenge.
Jack's definitely going to be next on the list. A modest lad, indeed. I don't really see him often unless I come to visit for free apples and cider, but I know for sure that I'll enjoy my visit nonetheless. His family is far too nice for my liking, but meeting them in occasional visits seems to be the perfect way to handle it. Their expansive orchard was closer to my home than Ponyville was, so that stallion became a rather quick and easy acquaintance in my life. With their help, subsisting an apple-based diet on my first few weeks here was hell, but it's what kept me alive until I could support my own self. They have my eternal gratitude, for sure.
Right, enough meddling about the past, I need to get dressed.
My stomach was grumbling a little by the time I sorted myself into a lavender-coloured tank top. With shoddily made trousers crafted by yours truly, the next piece to perfect my lackadaisical attire was a verdant wristlet that was adorned with dying daisies. I made it a habit to make a new one once the petals began to wilt. Plucking flowers from the garden and out on the hills was a nice little hobby of mine. From the larder, a bag of milk, and some slightly-stale cupcakes became my breakfast for the day. Perhaps it might be a good idea to pour the milk on Jack's favorite mug before I head out. It was a good reminder that I needed to give back a few things that I borrowed from them, anyway.
With doors pushed open - and the sun finally peeking from the horizon, I trekked my way to the orchard with a mug in hand, and a bit of cupcake icing on my lips.
-And you know? Now that I've got some time to think to myself before I reach the orchard, I really needed to sort out a few things for the future.
Given that I have ambitions to move beyond just being a hermit living in her home for the next decade, I needed to further seek out a way to get back home. My home. Y'know, the universe where I'm not surrounded by talking animals? The trans-dimensional rift was my target, and opening it once more was my goal. The dreams of discovering worlds beyond our own were completely shot way off the playing field the moment I accidentally ripped the fabric of space. The laws of physics apply differently here, given that another, prominent constant exists.
Given the nature of these lands, I've learned that this presence of 'magic' serves as a catalyst for my boundless experiments. Lacking individually when sought after, yet properly abundant when harvested with the right devices, 'magic' - or what I personally call Aether, is something to be coveted and to be used sparingly. Everything in these lands is composed with a trace of aether, like some sort of building block. I neither have the technology to amass it, nor do I have the support of many who wish to even tamper with it. I could do so much with the right resources, but the townsfolk here are neither willing nor accepting of my meddling even though it could spell magnificent breakthroughs! So many marvels to be had. So many-
"Mornin', bed head!"
-Oh. Right. I'm here. That stallion is always the first to greet me. He's a robust man. Towering almost a head above mine and holding a somewhat delightful, beefy frame that needn't any shirt to cover it, his charming smile and welcoming attitude could never be cut with my scathing gloominess. Applejack, or Jack as I'd rather call him, was the first person/stallion(?) to discover me amidst his orchard. Normally an owner would assume that I was just an apple-nabber and have me put to justice, but he took me in and helped me recover with all sorts of apple-based meals that would keep the doctor at bay for years. My palate was dead by the first week, but I survived thanks to his hospitality. To that, I'm ever thankful for.
"You seem a lot less busy now that the orchards have been picked clean. Have you been waiting for me since the crack of dawn?" I called him out, jesting and teasing the innocent stallion while I flash his favorite mug about, noticing his ears flicker the slightest with excitement.
"Grammy's been waitin' for your return, so I thought it would be nice to have you at my hip before we visit her." He tossed back, leaning beside the fence post with a curve towards that devilish smile. He's a good flirt, I'll give him that. I closed the distance with arms wide open, barely even able to wrap around and meet his back as I gave him a pleasant hug. The sweet scent of apples was the first to hit my senses, all while that all-encompassing embrace from the stallion brought me close until my breasts pressed right upon his belly. He nabbed the mug off my left hand before I hugged him, and even had the gall to fix the hastily-made bun I had for my dirty brunette hair.
"You're not passing me off as your wife, bud. No chance." I puffed back at him, pulling myself away after a few moments of contact. He snorted off the insult, patting my back before we walked back towards the barn-like manor.
"Not passing you off as my wife yet."
Breakfast was amicable. Jack and his family were pleasant as ever, what with Apple Bloom handing me a poppy wristlet to go with my current one with daisies. I decided to have it on my right wrist, now covering both with flowers.
Big Macintosh was the least interactive, yet the most pleasant. The she-hulk of a mare was Jack's older sister, who developed the cider business that expanded their apple orchard's avenues of profit. Her extra servings of cider to my side were much appreciated, though I only took enough to keep me from the bay of intoxication. With the stallion seated by my side and Granny Smith yapping the to-do list for the family for the current season, it almost felt like I was a part of the family.
With a few of my personal revisions to their coveted apple pie added, breakfast was definitely a lot more enjoyable. A few surface-level conversations and more prying questions to my future goals left my social batteries getting drained as the minutes rolled by. Jack's often-glancing stare watched my words and always took note of my wellbeing throughout Granny Smith's constant questions. Mac couldn't care less, but she had a duty to be interested until she got back to work, and Apple Bloom left early to get ready for school.
"-And, well. I think I might stay for a little longer to check up on your gadgets by the barn. It'd do well for me to keep your things well maintained, even if they're not in use for this current season." I ended my conversation, easing Granny Smith to the end of our conversation as I stood with Jack coming up soon after.
"Make sure ya don't set the barn on fire!" Joked the old mare, chuckling softly as her unfinished slices of pie were surreptitiously finished by Mac. Whatever Granny Smith couldn't finish, Mac would do in her stead. The quiet lass was always on the look-out for her nan. Selfless, indeed. She truly was worthy of inheriting the estate after Granny Smith's passing. Hell, once it happens, I'm sure she could create a kingdom with her cider business.
As for the 'business' with keeping the gizmos and gadgets on the farm in top shape?
Well, that's just a ruse. I just needed to let off a bit of steam using a certain stallion.
It was like a casual hit of dopamine that I crawl back to every now and then. I didn't need it at all, but God, do I love taking it.
With my back pressed against the support beam, my bare body was carried by the rear by Jack's calloused hands. Steady, yet firm, the stallion held me with utmost care while the resounding thrusts of his hips ensured that my legs craved to wrap and lock him in. Endowment was not even a question I had to ponder, given that the girth alone stole my breath away. The humble demeanour mixed with the primal pumps with his hips was oddly enticing, indeed. Were it not for his own hushed breaths noisily ringing my ears, I might have heard myself moaning with each damn hilt.
Even with him happily claiming my depths with that delicious shaft, his right hand had the proper idea to shift from holding my rear to sneaking right on my belly, pointing a thumb downwards to a particular spot that I've taught him to aggressively place his attention towards. Right over my clit, he circled the surface with that finger in tandem with the rhythm of his thrusts, only earning more appreciation from my end. I taught him well, indeed.
"Inside." I quietly sputtered out, holding onto his shoulders for dear life while my lips grazed his collarbone, laying a soft track of kisses upon it. His guttural whinny let me know of his response, all while that gaunt muzzle guided my lips right back to his own, snagging me into a tongue-filled kiss.
Pleasure. Utter, divine pleasure. The risk of a pregnancy being nonexistent was a boon for sure, and the availability to rut this handsome stallion was another. Applejack stared at me with those dimly-lit eyes, staring at me like some sort of lover. His own release was swift and overwhelming as the heavy cram of his flat-headed equine shaft kissed my cervix, spewing that molten rope of seed through the small gap - if the wily targeting even allowed it. Once, two, three? Hell, even more. I could feel enough to be bloated and leaking by the end of it - but this stallion always kept thrusting just a little more amidst his orgasm, churning that seed and using it as lubricant while my womb happily accepted whatever he pumped within. Quick to finish, our heated ruts were only short-lived, but well worth the release.
Soon enough, I'd feel the shaky motions of his legs, nearly breaking his balance as the euphoric release had him hilariously weakened. Does it really feel that good? I wouldn't know, but something told me that men got their rocks off better than women could. Jack had enough strength in him to tip backward in a few steps, landing against the same support beam I was pressed against as his rear smacked the hay-ridden flooring.
Being the ever-generous deity that I was, I took it upon myself to straighten my posture, rising up to break our heavy snog to softly bounce on that turgid shaft, riding through his orgasm while I reaped in the warm delight of his heated prick grinding against my depths. With a sly grin towards his pleasantly exhausted look, I watched him melt before my eyes.
"Goodness, you'll have me empty by noon, hun." He muttered forth, heaving as though he ran a marathon. I was only in it for the drool-inducing sensation of his member hitting my deepest spots, but I often found myself scratching that needy itch more than I wanted to actually climax. Like an ever-lasting mood before you finish where it's so blindingly euphoric. So there, I bounced on him, riding past his afterglow as his own musk and thick seed flooded my senses. I left him a wordless response as I rode every damn inch, cramming to the base so I could feel his flat tip pressing against my cervix.
Though, once I've had my fill, my lips would meet his own, delicately toying with his tongue before I rocked my hips back and forth, flicking that softening member within my depths to warn him of the end. Time and time again he'd grab my hips, thrusting on his own volition in a feeble attempt to re-harden his member. The deal was: the moment he went soft, we were done.
-And, well... I didn't mind another round if I felt that shaft harden to my delight. I almost hoped that it would. I'm a slave to these carnal desires when I get the chance to feast like a queen.
And so, with that turgid mast plugging my, sticky, creamed entrance, I spoiled him silly with another hearty ride.
With a bit of cleanup and some purposefully-hidden towels fulfilling their use on our bodies, our little 'moment' had ended and soon faded with me clearing up the disorganized array of machines and tidbits that we knocked upon during our escapades.
"You know, Ah can always call on the family an' tell them that I'll be visiting you for a few days." He propositioned, standing behind me with his hands settled on my shoulders. As much as I toyed with the prospect of having a house husband, the thoughts of endless rut would delay my goals far too much. I only asked for sex when I needed a break from stress. I didn't want to cohabitate.
Turning, I raised a brow, questioning his obvious motives, yet going back towards the table to settle the two pumps that we knocked off earlier.
"Whatever we do in here, stays in here, Jack. You know the deal..."
I often pondered whether this friendship with benefits deal would cause emotional strings to develop, but the longer I held it, the more I knew it would be inevitable. I didn't want to progress further than what we had now, but maybe I would change my mind in the future. turning back towards him, I offered a gentle smile, patting his bare chest.
"..And besides, I can't get you addicted." I gently shot back, teasing him away as I made for the exit, ready to head towards Ponyville past noon.
"Ah know, ah know." I could hear the trailing voice of the sweet stallion behind me. I know he was a little hurt, but I needed to maintain that boundary. I'm not sure if my feelings yet were for him, or for his body. Relationships were out of the question for the future I had in mind - which involved getting back to my own dimension....
-And look, okay. I never was the kind to be rather attracted to...stallions that walked on two legs. 4 years ago I never even knew about the fandom of what furries were until I was thrust into a world that was theoretically their wet dreams. I'll admit - it was a lot easier to adjust given their bipedal forms, and coming to terms that I might not find a guy who was my species was a very disheartening reality...
...But I guess I'm okay with having a stallion for a boyfriend in the far-off future. They're starting to grow on me.
Author's Note
I wondered what it would be like to ~~self-insert~~ be in a reverse harem in a mature clopfic, so I made this. I've considered having the main character banging all of the cast, but now I think I might not, and focus on characters instead of spreading her out. The plot will be 60/40 on story/sex, so do expect an actual storyline to be in the coming chapters C:
