Arc 0: Finely Cloth'd

To your greatest surprise, you are still Anon (allegedly). Then again, you can't miss the chance to be what the women wants. Or mares.

Whatevs! Lingo is really getting on your ape-like nerves.

As you have gotten your nice new wardrobe, it is time to get stinky doing the one thing that you used to loathe and now you may get used to just dislike a bit: working.

Truth be told, working isn't bad. If you are paid... well. Or at all. Actually, there's something like workers' rights or did someone ban them too back home?

Hmmm, troublesome memories. TIme to get back to what you were doing - AKA getting a job at the only place where you can find a job as far as the Ponk One could tell you.

Sweet Apple Acres is pretty much the 'big boss' of Apple businesses in the entirety of Equestria. You heard of Apples? Then you heard of THE Apples.

You give it a thought on how you are thinking it to be. Maybe it's a bit Mafia-ish, but you have to agree that it does feel weird to imagine the biggest producers of apples in the entire nation of Equestria is a farm maintained by three ponies.

You are a monkey of skepticism, and you decide to see if Pinkie had told you the truth. Turns out, she kind of did and...

DAYUM!

You get to meet Applejack, and you feel like your transformation has peaked.

Now, recent days have made your tastes on women change. Sure, if you get nightly sexy time with random night pony that seems to appreciate the proper dicking of a masterful monkey, you can only grow to appreciate the ladies of this land.

Even worse to consider, you never banged human women. Maybe this was God's way of telling you that this was the way.

Or maybe Satan felt a bit trolly and now you are getting set up to like horse puss and the Devil is having a fat giggle downstairs in Hell.

Still, Applejack- let's keep the focus where it matters. The plot- Her plot.

Dear lord, you have seen booty and asses, but never once you saw a rear like that. It wasn't the biggest (the honor of that kind of achievement was shared by Moonbutt and Sunbutt), but it was by far the most 'HD' you have seen. And when you mean HD, you mean it wasn't too fat, but it wasn't boney. It was muscle, but not too much.

It was a perfect butt. Perfect size, perfect curvature, perfect to-

Actually no, you never got to touch that booty. Not because you lacked in will and had any common sense around such a lovable gal as Applejack who seemed to really get into hanging out with you for being, you know, a tall biped that could technically fetch apples without needing to kick them off a tree.

The primary hurdle of touching dat butt was made by two entities: siblings.

The first one appealed to your survival instincts for Big Mac was many things (a quiet stallion, a tall dude, a chill guy, a bit of an engineering nerd), but he was also a very good big brother. And one that immediately had you seized up with a single sentence.

"If ye do something wrong with AJ, ye will not see the next day."

The longest sentence you will get out of such jolly red stallion who really cares for his sister and could easily break your body with a single kick.

Yet, surprisingly enough, this wasn't the mightiest deterrent.

Boy, that privilege was claimed by someone tinier, cutier, and extremely innocent.

"Mr. Anon, ovah there!"

Little Applebloom. Goddang, you can feel any interest you may have in ogling the bountiful orange hills dry away at the thought of corrupting a child. Or a filly.

Out of the three Apple siblings, AB is the one that stuck to you the most. Maybe it's because you are tall, or maybe it's because you are awesome.

Since she likes to latch onto your shoulders and say stuff like- "Look, Mac, Ah'm the tallest now!" and you can tell God had indeed entered the chat and punished your horny mind.

That being said, the job is good. You get paid a reasonable amount of bits per activity rather than on a monthly basis, and since Equestria doesn't recognize part-time as a real job matter, the money can't be taxed.

You can tell you are on the path to really throw hands with the Pony IRS in due time, but you are just glad that you get money, stuff, and friends to have fun with.

And, most important of it all, you get your nightly kinky hours.

You may not be tapping the sweet ponuts in town, but you have gained quite a curious bed-fellow. Tonight was especially interesting since you are not fucking at first.

Oh no, you are doing something very unexpected- you are cuddling with the Moonbutt.

Usually that's for later, but you kind of feel still sore after several hours of picking apples off trees, then carry around caskets full of those to the barn, and then deal with AB's antics.

Moonbutt doesn't say much, something something 'you are so musky~' and shit that sounds hella weird but lowkey hot with the way she says those.

The sex is surprisingly tender, you kind of mentioned to Moonbutt how you are a bit tired for working a lot.

"A most unexpected surprise, but fear not, our good lover. The Moon shall be generous to you as we feast under my light."

Indeed, there is always a big bright full moon on top of your heads as it is just the two of you doing it naughtily. And, without any surprise by now, you wake up still sore but overall glad you didn't have to work for today.

What you didn't expect, however, was being asked to check on a distant resident who may end up becoming quite interested with you and your... 'hyooman biology'.

Author's Note

AN

Flutters is next! Will she be a cutiepie, or a hornypie? You decide... nah, JK. She is going to be sweet with a slice of horny. She is, after all, a loner that needs to 'scratch the itch' from time to time.