Blight Control

"Now...whut do Ah have to do agin?"

She was standing in one of the Main rooms of the Local Equestrian Embassy, North American Division. The floor was dark, polished glass, as were the walls. and there were rows upon rows of desks with other Reps working on their computers, also with other ponies trotting in and out of the room. She hated the place. This was all more Twilight's territory, what with all the fancy gadgets and gizmos, a-beepin' and a-buzzin' all the time...give her good, solid ground under her hooves and a clear, open sky with clean, fresh air, not this recycled nonsense they all seemed to enjoy down here...why in Celestia's name did she even let Twilight talk her into this?!

The Human Representative assigned to take care of the Simon Farm looked up from his screen and gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "It's quite simple, Miss Applejack: We've tracked a heretofore unknown plant disease to this farm that is starting to ravage their crops. With you as the undisputed expert on Equestrian apple growing, we thought it best to send you to this farm and help them get the Blight under control." He paused as his smile grew brighter. "Think of the benefits this will allow between Pony and Human interactions! There is still a significant section of Humans who harbor ill will toward your kind; your intervention will go a long way toward gaining their trust!"

Applejack frowned. "Cain't yew just give 'em the instructions, an let 'em foller them? It ain't that hard..."

He shook his head. "Not so hard for you, Miss, with your 'Earth pony' magic and know-how, but I'm afraid it's quite difficult for we Humans! No, I'm sorry, but there's nothing for it: you're required to go there in person and take a..."hooves-on" approach."

Applejack looked down and kicked her hoof. "Dangnabbit..." she muttered. Sensing he was waiting for her response, she raised her head and sighed. "Alright, Ah'll do it...but Ah ain't happy about it..."

"Splendid!" said the Rep as he got to his feet. "I'll drive us out there immediately...the sooner this is done, the sooner you can return to your home!" And here he paused. "And...I should remind you...this assignment must be completed before that happens, Miss Applejack." He stared down at her. "I hope I'm clear..."

She scowled up at him as she met his eyes. "Clear as a bell, ya varmint...clear as a bell..." But as she fell in step behind him, she shifted her back legs uncomfortably as a drop of moisture dripped from her nethers.

It was starting sooner than it was supposed to!

"What in the holy hell is this?!" Simon muttered as he looked down at the fruit in his hand. The apple was simply covered in tiny, pinpoint specks of orange, green, and purple spots, as well as black, sooty smudges. He looked up at his sons. "How many other trees are affected like this?"

His sons were going from tree to tree, picking up fallen apples and gazing up into the branches. "I haven't seen any others than the ones in this grove, Dad, so whatever this is, it's just starting," said Marcus. He took out his phone and took a few pictures of the spoiled apples. "I'm sending these pictures up to the FDA's database, to see if they've heard of this condition. With any luck, we'll hear from them soon."

Simon growled to himself as he threw the fruit down and climbed back into the vehicle. "First that batpony, now we've got this weird disease attacking our crops..."

Marcus heard him and frowned as he took the wheel. "Dad...you don't know if the ponies have anything to do with this."

Simon crossed his arms. "I'll bet my right nut they're behind this! I've never seen this kind of thing happen to a crop, and it only happened after those freaky aliens showed up!" He turned to his son. "Mark my words!"

Marcus sighed as he gunned the engine and sped off. "Whatever, Dad..." But as he looked in the rearview mirror at his younger brother, he could tell he was of the same mind as his father...

"Jus' a danggone second! Yer tellin' me Ah'm gonna hafta stay with these here...Humuns?!" Applejack glared up at the Rep from the folder of instructions he'd given her just after they'd started driving off. Steam puffed out of her nostrils as her breathing became ragged, while she grit her teeth. The Human was unfazed.

"I'm afraid so, Miss, as the procedure, as simple as it might be for you, will still require a few days' time to implement." He spared her a glance as they pulled out of the parking lot. He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. "I took the liberty of packing you some standard toiletries and other items the Embassy figured you'd need during your stay."

She huffed, "Whut's the danggone rush?! Y'all coulda given a mare some kinda warnin' afore rushin' me offta Celestia knows where!"

"I'm afraid time is of the essence. This Blight is highly contagious, and if not arrested quickly and efficiently, it will indeed spread to the farmer's other trees, and his entire orchard will be ruined." He looked briefly down at her. "It will set Human/Pony relations back years, possibly decades, if word gets out a contagion from your world bankrupted a Human farmer...I'm sure you understand."

Applejack sat back, crossed her forelegs, and sighed. "Yeah, that Ah do understand. Back home, seemed like there was always sumthin' tryin' ta keep us from succeedin', If it weren't parasprites, it was bad crops, if it weren't bad crops, it was bad luck...it was always sumthin', but we Apples always made due..." She looked up at him and added, "But no offense, and ta be completely honest here, Ah ain't too keen on Humuns..."

The Rep waved a hand. "I'm not offended, Miss Applejack. In fact, I appreciate your honesty! Our two races are still...hmm..."feeling each other out," as it were, so there are bound to be setbacks. Just think of this as a chance to show these Humans, once again, how well the two of us can get along." At her continued silence, he added, "It won't be so bad, Miss. These particular Humans have already had a pony in their employ, and from her report, she got on quite well with them."

Applejack cocked an eyebrow and slowly looked up at him. "Would that pony be...Fluttershy?"

He glanced over at her again and beamed as he shifted the vehicle into a higher gear and accelerated. "Why, yes, she was! Do you know her?"

Applejack faced the windshield and muttered, "Ah thought Ah did..."

The Rep frowned, keeping his eyes on the road ahead, as trees and other landmarks whizzed by them. "Is...there a problem?"

She startled and looked up. "Hmm? No! No, there ain't no problem! Fluttershy is as sweet as cotton candy, and Ah'll buck the teeth outta anypony that sez different!"

He faced the front and kept driving. "I...see..." In an effort to maybe lighten the mood, he reached over and flipped on the music. Immediately, a low techno beat started thumping out of the expensive speakers, filling the vehicle's cabin with their surround-sound notes, the bass thumping in both their chests. Then, the musician started rapping, "Ice, Ice, BABY!" and out of the corner of his eye, he watched her with a smile. She still had her forelegs crossed, and he couldn't see her face due to her Stetson she had pulled down over her eyes, but after a few moments, she started bopping her head in time to the music. Then, a back hoof. Soon, her tail got involved, bouncing back and forth. Then, when the bridge of the song repeated, he could hear her quietly singing along, "...ice! ice! baby!..."

When the song finished, and another started, she looked up at him for a moment, then muttered, "...play that last one agin..."

He grinned once more as he reached for the controls. "Whatever you say, Miss Applejack."

It was a good start.

As Simon, his sons, and a few of their hired hands were out trying to clear their trees of the infested apples, Marcus' phone chirped from his back pocket. Setting down his heavy baskets and taking a moment to wipe the sweat off his brow, he took out his phone and tapped the screen. Then, his face fell. Both his Dad and his brother were sensitive to each others' moods, so they both stopped when he stopped and looked at him.

"Well?" said Jackson, "...what is it?"

Marcus grimaced, and said, "Alright, Dad...you were right: this is from the ponies..."

Simon stared at him, then threw down his basket, scattering the apples everywhere. "I fucking knew it! I knew those freaks were behind this!" He pointed a finger at his oldest. "And just what are they planning on doing about their mess?!"

His face crimson, Marcus scrolled down the screen and reluctantly admitted, "Looks like they're sending help as we speak." He looked up at his family. "I guess they knew about this before we did, and had already made plans to help. So...isn't that a good thing?"

Simon crossed his sweaty arms across his broad, bare chest with its greying hairs. "It depends on what their definition of 'help' is. I hope this doesn't mean they're sending another pony out here..." he added with a grimace. But at the look on his son's face, he already knew the answer. "Aw, crap! Is it the same one as last time?"

Marcus looked at his screen again and shook his head. "No, this mare is an 'Earth' pony."

Simon lowered his arms and exchanged a looked with his younger son. " 'Earth' pony? What the hell does that mean?"

Jackson piped up. "That last pony was a pegasus because she had wings. An Earth pony is called that because they're better suited to growing things on their planet, and are more in tune with nature, or some such."

"Hmmph!" the older man snorted. "Sounds like a fucking hippy to me. What is she gonna do, light candles and incense, and make us wear beads and crystals while she chants? No thanks, that sort of help we don't need!"

Marcus groaned, "Daaad...I'm sure there's more to..." he paused as his phone rang and he answered. "Yes?...yes, we are." He looked up at his Dad and brother. "Out in the far West Orchard, take road 151, it will lead you straight to us. Yes...we appreciate it...thank you." At their puzzled looks, he answered, "That was the Embassy Representative. He and the pony just arrived at the house, and wanted to know if they could meet us out here."

Simon smirked. "This should be good...bet she's covered in tattoos and wearing a tie-die bandanna, and the first thing she'll want to do is "read our 'auras!" He turned his head and spat on the ground. "...fucking waste of time..." He then bent down and started picking up all the apples he'd spilled, as his sons joined him.

The sun was just sliding past noon and the heat was rising when Applejack and the Embassy Rep reached the orchard where the Humans were working. She paused when she looked out at all the sweaty, hunky...males...and had to take a moment. When she'd left Ponyville, it had been during the dead of Winter, and her cycle had long passed. But the seasons on this planet were all topsy-turvy, as she was discovering to her great shock, and she was being affected early once again!

When the Portal had first been announced, and she'd gotten her first glimpses of the strange creatures Twilight had explained were 'Humans," her immediate reaction had been distaste. While they vaguely resembled minotaurs in stature, they were otherwise completely alien to her, and she felt nothing but revulsion. These feelings were only reinforced once she learned more about Human history and their bloody wars, their conquests, their dark events of slavery, their genocides, and the like. She thought of them as nothing more than meat-eating, bloody barbarians, and resolved to have no dealings with them!

That was until she was reminded by both Twilight and Princess Celestia Herself she was an Element Bearer, and as such she had to set an example for all Ponykind. So that is how she and her friends found themselves as the first Pony Ambassadors on Earth, with many, many more to follow, so for a few weeks, they toured, they waved, they signed autographs until Applejack had reached her limit! She had been allowed to return to Equestria and taken off the Tour Circuit, which was just fine by her, and she thought that was the end of it!

Until the current crisis had arisen almost a year later. Now here she was, back on Earth, feeling her heat coming on without a stallion around for miles...having been convinced by Twilight she was the best pony for the job since she is a Pony Ambassador, an Element Bearer and the expert on apples...and now, she was stuck!

As she stared out the windows with eyes wide and her mouth hanging open at all these half-naked Humans...who, try as she might, didn't seem so repulsive as they did a few short weeks ago, she sucked up a bit of drool that had escaped her soft, wet lips. She opened her car door and slowly trotted up to the Embassy Rep, never taking her eyes off the older Human male he was talking to.

"And...here she is!" declared the Rep, as he gestured towards the mare. He looked down at her with a smile. "This is Applejack, and she's Equestria's foremost expert on growing apples, Mr. Simon!" The mare stared back up at them, reached up, and tipped her hat.

Simon and his sons were staring down at her, speechless. Then slowly, Simon said, "She's...she's wearing a...cowboy hat..." Without warning, he fell backward onto the ground laughing! "Oh, my GAWD!" he screamed, as he rolled on the ground, holding his stomach, tears streaming down his face, "That...that's the...funniest...sh...shit...I...I've...ev...ever...SEEN!!"

Applejack grit her teeth and started forward, "Why yew ornery, foul, rude, summabitch!! Ah'll buck yore teeth out!!" but the Rep grabbed her by the shoulder before she could get too close.

Simon was so shocked he immediately stopped laughing and looked up at her. "It...it can...talk?"

"Ah kin dew more than talk, yew big pile o' horse apples!" She pawed the ground. "Laff at mah hat agin, an' yew'll regret it, Ah promise yew! Mah Pa gave me this here hat afore he died, an' ain't nopony, NOPONY, gonna laff at it!!"

THAT sobered Simon up quickly, as he climbed to his feet and wiped his eyes. He had the grace to look embarrassed as he said, "I...I didn't know. First, I didn't know you creatures could talk, and second, I didn't know you had fathers..."

She glared up at him. "A COURSE we have fathers, yah idjit! Mothers too! Yah think we're hatched outta the ground?!" She turned to the Rep. "That's it, Ah'm goin'! Ah cain't stand anuther second around these here morons!" She turned and marched back to the vehicle, climbed in, and slammed the door.

The Embassy Rep looked at the Simon Family and said, "Just...give me a few minutes..." then went back to the vehicle over to Applejack's side, opened the door, and leaned down, and started talking to her. As the family and all their workers watched, they could hear her raising her voice several times while the Rep kept his even, but after a few minutes, she eventually exited the car and came back with him.

With a scowl, she said, "Ah'm only doin' this cuz mah people are countin' on me, and an Apple never breaks her word..." She looked around at all of them and added, "...cuz yew Humuns shore don't deserve mah help..."

At this, Simon scowled back and growled, "And I don't recall asking for your flipping help, pony! As far as I'm concerned, you can climb your fat ass right back in that car and get the hell off my property!"

She stared up at him. "Jackass..."

He stared back. "Bitch..."

Everyone was silent, waiting for the scene to play out. Finally, she said, "Yew want mah help, or not?"

Simon looked down at the ruined apples, then up at his sons who were anxiously watching him, then back down at the mare.

"Sure. Why the hell not?"

"Excellent! cried the Rep. He went back to the vehicle, popped the trunk, and took out Applejack's belongings. "Here are your things, Miss. You know how to contact us once your assignment is complete." He then went up to Simon and shook his hand. "Pleasure meeting you, Sir...and I promise your Blight will be under control by this time next week!"

But Simon hesitated. "Wait...so she's going to be with us...for a week?" The Rep paused and turned back.

"Yes, Sir. This won't be an easy fix, and she possesses skills and knowledge that will require time to implement." He cocked his head. "That...won't be a problem, will it?"

Simon looked down at the mare and met her eyes. Something intangible passed between them as he found words coming out of his mouth, "N...no...that won't be a problem at all..." Applejack looked into his eyes as well. The heat she'd felt earlier arguing with him was being replaced...by...something...Primal... Then she cast her gaze around at all the sweaty, musky males again...and felt that stirring once more in her nethers.

Sweet Celestia... this is gonna be a LONG week!

"This will be your room for the duration, Miss Applejack," said Marcus, as he stood in the doorway of one of the ground-floor guest bedrooms. She looked around. The bed was large, almost as large as her bed back home, with a throw-rug in front and a cushy loveseat set at the foot. The curtains were lace and frilly, and there was a vanity with a large mirror set off to the side. At her raised eyebrow, he explained, "Yeah, I know...it's really girly. Our Mom designed this room before she passed away for female guests. She thought they'd be more comfortable in a room like this."

At this, she took off her hat. "Ah'm sorry ta hear about yore Ma. When did she pass?"

Marcus sighed and looked out the window. "About ten years ago." He smiled down at her. "I think you would have liked her."

Applejack grimly smiled back as she placed her suitcase on the bed. "If'n she had the patience ta put up wit yore Pa, she musta bin a saint!" Then she startled. "Whoa! Ah'm sorry! Ah shouldn't speak agin a host, nor agin yore Pa!"

Far from being offended, Marcus laughed. "No worries, Miss! And you're right: Mom had tons of patience with Dad!" He looked down at himself. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to take a shower." He lifted the corner of his shirt and brought it up to his nose. "I'm a bit...ripe from working out with my Dad this morning!"

Applejack stared half-lidded up at him, and asked, "Um...where...where is the bathroom?"

"Oh! Didn't I say?" He walked to the door and pointed. "It's just down the hall, third door! You can't miss it!" He took off his shirt and smiled down at her. "If you need anything else, don't hesitate to tell any of us!" But he missed the hungry look she gave him as he left.

She closed her eyes and grit her teeth. "Git ahold of herself, gal," she muttered to herself. "They're jus' Humuns! Big ole...musky...sweaty...HUNKY..." She shook herself and went to her suitcase and tore it open. Spilling the contents out on the bed, she wasn't surprised to find there were no...ahem..."marital aids" packed, as she'd informed nopony of her little...problem. She sighed and pressed her back legs together. A good, cold shower should do the trick, at least for a little while. She could last a week!

She hoped!

When Marcus opened the bathroom door, clad only in his towel, he stopped in surprise to find the mare standing right outside! "Sorry, Miss! Did you need to use it?"

She slowly took in his form, and answered in a quiet voice, "Yes...Ah do..."

Completely oblivious, he smiled and stepped aside. "Please, go right on in! Pardon the mess; I'll come to get my clothes after you're done."

She gazed at his scattered clothing and muttered, "It ain't no problem...Ah gots a brother too...yew should see the mess he leaves behind..."

Marcus smiled. "Okay!" then left. As soon as the door was closed, she turned and locked it, then slowly approached his clothes.

Picking up his briefs, she brought them up to her nose, closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply. Her eyelids fluttered as she moaned, "Oh mah lord..." as her pussy began to gush fluids! She brought a hoof down to her nethers and began to masturbate furiously, while still inhaling his intoxicating scent! Her hips started to buck around her hoof as she came in waves, while she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming out loud. Once she was done, she was a quivering mess, and she lay on her side, heaving and panting.

There ain't no WAY Ah'm gonna make it a week...