Heat Season

“Well,” Applejack said. “Ain’t that something.”

She regarded the dick before her with mild interest, her head cocked to the side. A slight raising of her eyebrow marked the barest hint of surprise upon seeing Anon’s little friend rise to his full glory.

“Not what you’re used to?”

She shook her head. “Can’t say I am. Still...” She leaned forward and closed her eyes, a hair’s breadth from touching her muzzle to Anon’s tip. She took a careful, tentative sniff. “Smells good,” she mumbled. She stuck out her tongue and gave the head a casual lick. She closed her eyes again and sampled the taste, her brow knitted to a thoughtful frown. “Tastes good too.”

Anon stiffened as Applejack leaned forward, engulfing the head within the warm confines of her mouth. She hummed thoughtfully and bobbed slightly, taking in more of his length.

“Ain’t that the darnedest thing,” she mused upon pulling back. “It’s so... hard.” At Anon’s blank stare, she elaborated. “Stallions don’t get like that.”

“They don’t get hard?”

“Not like this.” She touched the frog of her hoof to his tip, tracing all the way back to his base. “This thing... it’s so stiff. Feels like there’s a...” She pondered it for a moment. “Like there’s a bone inside.”

“It’s not like that with stallions?”

“Nah. They’re usually a bit more... floppy. Yours ain’t bad,” she added quickly. “Just, different.”

Again she regarded his dick as if it were nothing more than a passably interesting curiosity. With her hoof she pushed the head downward, watching in fascination as it sprang back up. She repeated the action, now pushing the head upwards, then to either side, eyes rapt with curiosity as it inevitably sprang back into place.

Anon suppressed a laugh. The way Applejack’s head tilted to the side—the genuine curiosity telegraphed all over her face, combined with the manner in which she held her forehoof up, giving little half paws at his dick made her look like an oddly overgrown, equine-shaped cat.

“Having fun?”

Blinking out of her reverie, Applejack looked slightly abashed, ears splayed back. It almost made Anon feel guilty for ruining her fun. She smiled in a manner that might have been self-deprecating and turned around. Her forelegs spread out slightly. The front half of her body lowered with the action, and she hitched her tail, presenting her winking, glistening marehood.

“Sorry, partner.” The timbre of her voice lowered, granting it a husky sort of quality. She glanced back over her withers, affixing Anon with an emerald-green eye. “Come in, won’t you. Wouldn’t want you to catch a cold.”

A lump caught in his throat. He shuffled off the stool and got on his knees. Applejack waited patiently, unmoving save the twitching of her tail and the winking of her marehood.

An enticing new smell tickled Anon’s senses. Not at all like the earthy overtones of weathered wood, loamy soil or generational tools and equipment long since steeped in every square inch of the quiet barn. This new one was sweet and tangy.

Hastily removing and folding his pants to use as padding, he knelt before Applejack’s entrance. He had to adjust himself, for even then he was too tall to line himself up properly with her. Applejack lifted her hips, stood near the tip of her hooves to help him along.

He touched his tip to her entrance. It radiated an intense, welcoming heat. A low, fluttering breath left her lips as Anon pushed in. Her walls gripped him like a vise. Steadily, he buried himself within her depths.

The sheer heat within was incredible; her tightness, unequaled. Even Pinkie’s snug confines didn’t hold a candle to the farmpony’s. His hand traced the curves of her flank. If Pinkie and Rarity’s were soft and supple, Applejack’s was the exact opposite. Even past the thin layer of fat that cushioned her shapely plot, there could be no doubt this was a working mare’s posterior. Her toned muscles stood out, clearly defined and outlined, taking her fur into consideration.

The heat, the sheer tightness—it stimulated Anon to the point it nearly hurt. He adjusted himself and unintentionally plunged deeper within her tunnel. A raspy, throaty moan from Applejack was his reward.

He pulled her closer to him, adjusting his position anew, mounting her in nearly the same manner a stallion would. He’d have reservations doing this with Rarity or Pinkie, but the sturdy little earth mare beneath him took his weight with nary a complaint or sign of a struggle.

When he properly began, thrusting in and out of her, Anon did so deliberately, wanting to properly sample his second proper taste of mare pussy—hotter and far tighter than Pinkie’s. For her part, Applejack seemed to find his pace too slow for her liking. She nickered in frustration and her tail whipped Anon’s side.

“C’mon, partner,” she muttered. “Don’t be shy. I’m not made of glass.”

Anon chuckled. He used one hand to grab onto her leg and reached out with the other, placing it against Applejack’s chest so as to brace himself, fingers slightly buried under her tuft. She stiffened imperceptibly and drew in a breath.

She half turned, a question on the tip of her tongue. Anon missed it, admiring instead the view from his vantage point; her feminine curves accentuated by the toned muscles. Skin and fur smacked noisily as one slammed into the other. Applejack groaned in pleasure. Anon’s grip tightened. He pulled back and thrust forcefully inside her. Her sensuously hot walls clamped even tighter around him, milking him for all he was worth.

It took him a few beats to get used to this position. It was one thing to do it in a soft, pliable bed. Doing it atop hard wooden floor took a slightly different approach.

Applejack appreciated his efforts. Her hot and heavy breaths deepened; soon he had her panting, her head lowered and her muzzle a few inches from touching the floor. She soon joined in and rocked her hips in tandem, clenching and relaxing her iron grip as he plunged in and out of her.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Don’t... o-oh, buck... don’t you dare stop.”

Silly pony. He had no intention of doing so. His hand made a path, moving on from her leg, lower down her belly and past her teats.

“Wha... what are you...?”

Applejack stiffened, her muscles locked in place. An undignified, whinnying squeal left her lips as Anon’s fingers rubbed her rosy clit. New spikes of white-hot pleasure rocked her body, and her forehooves gave way. With her cheek pressed against the floor, and her tongue listlessly lolling out her mouth, Applejack’s body gave in. Every muscle in her body tensed as she was overcome by her climax, shaking and shuddering beneath Anon.

He watched with amusement and no small amount of satisfaction as the small pony recovered from her orgasm. Her shaky breaths gradually settled, her eyes regained focus and her twitching, shuddering body stilled.

These ponies really did have a hair trigger, he thought idly.

“What in tarnation?”

Applejack looked to his still erect cock with disbelief. Anon could see where this was going and hoped to avoid a protracted discussion about stamina disparity between humans and ponies.

“The short and long of it is, I can last more than a couple minutes. Lots of humans can.”

Applejack’s mouth opened and closed. She stared blankly ahead.

“No shit?”

“No shit,” Anon said gravely.

“Huh.”

He’d taken the opportunity to sit down and give his knees a rest while Applejack recovered. She gazed down at his still hard dick with something akin to amazement. He didn’t need to be especially perceptive to see her thoughts running amok with possibilities.

“So.” He cupped her by the flanks and pulled her in close. “Ready for round two?”

Applejack’s lip trembled. She swallowed audibly.

“No.”

“...What?”

“I had my turn.” She placed a hoof atop his chest and pushed. “What kind of a mare I’d be if I let you do all the work?” Now using both hooves, Applejack pushed him backward, till he laid down atop the floor. A few spots poked and bit at his back, not that Anon paid it much mind. Seeing the farmpony take charge was a thrill of its own.

“You just sit back and relax, sugarcube.” Facing away from him, Applejack angled her hips and plunged her marehood down his rock-hard dick. “Let me take it from here.”