As always, Applejack awoke begrudgingly, with much displeased groaning about how she was sure she had closed the damn window the night before and what business did the sun have shinin' so brightly this early in the mornin' anyway? She shook her head. That had been one hell of a weird dream. It was a dream, of course. She would never be so stupid to let Twilight use her magic to give her a- she looked down at the bed. There were three protrusions in her sheet. Two of them were her feet. The third...

"Guess I really am that stupid. Never gonna be Twilight's guinea pig ever again..."

"Hey, Applejack! Time to wake up!"

Applejack nearly jumped out of bed at the sound of her sister's voice. She snatched up her pillow and threw it over her crotch just in time as Apple Bloom barreled through the door.

"Oh, you're already awake."

"Yeah, I sure am." She stared at Apple Bloom, who stood in the doorway, not moving. "Well, get goin'! Ya don't wanna be late for school!" She made a shooing motion with her hands.

"Ugh, fine," Apple Bloom grumbled as she headed to the kitchen. "She's always so grumpy in the morning..."

Satisfied that her sister was out of her hair, Applejack lifted up the sheet and took a gander underneath it. Sure enough, her panties were completely and totally insufficient at containing her penis, which protruded from the undergarment in an almost menacing fashion. She had never seen an erection before; not in person at least. (Farm life didn't leave much time for those kinds of escapades; besides, all of her manual labor had given her very strong and very dexterous fingers, and that was as much as she needed.) Her dick was totally rigid, curving upward; the head seemed almost swollen, the tip protruding just a bit out of her foreskin. She slid her hand under the sheets and wrapped her fingers around the shaft. It was hot; she could feel the blood causing it to throb, so hard that it almost ached. She shifted her body. The sheet descended slightly and brushed against the exposed head of her penis. She gasped. It was as if something was about to burst within her.

Her index finger found its way to the tip of her dick. A ticklish thrill ran through her as she rubbed the head with her fingertip and teased the hole with a gentle press. She squeezed, and slid her hand down the shaft. The foreskin rolled back, exposing the entire head in all its glory. She slid her hand back up, and began to lightly caress it between her thumb and forefinger. With each touch, heat coursed through her. I should stop, she thought. If I don't, I might-

"Hey Applejack!"

She swung her legs out of bed, so that she was facing away from the door. She looked back over her shoulder just in time to see Apple Bloom poke her head into the door.

"Do you want waffles or pancakes for breakfast?"

"I-uh... waffles."

"Okay, great!" She scurried away, to Applejack's relief.

Applejack looked down. Her dick was still poking out of her panties. There was barely enough room in them for the balls. Maybe if her cock had been flaccid she could have crammed it in there, but the morning wood made it an impossibility. Maybe she could pull her shirt over it. She groaned. The dick was technically covered, but it was still glaringly obvious to anyone with half a brain that it was there.

She stood and shimmied across the room to her dresser, being careful to keep her back to the doorway. She snatched her clothes out of a drawer, balled them up in front of her crotch, and made a beeline to the bathroom. With a sigh of relief, she slammed the door behind her, locked it, and doubled checked it to make sure that it was really locked. At least now she wouldn't have to worry about her family walking in on her. She shook her head. That was too close. If you're tryin' to hide your dick, the last thing you want to do is start playin' with your boner. Just don't touch it and it'll go away on it's own. That's how boners work, isn't it?

At the very least she could relax a bit now that she had some privacy. That relaxation allowed her to realize that she really needed to go to the bathroom. She kicked her panties off ( briefly savoring the opportunity to freeball), sat on the toilet, and let it flow.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhshit." She felt a wet warmth spreading across her chest. Her still-fully-erect cock was spraying copious amounts of urine all over her breasts. Against all rational thought, she had to admit it felt kinda good. The warmth of the pee was a rather nice contrast to the overly-cool morning air. Couldn't say she liked the smell, though. "Dammit, next time I gotta remember not to piss with that thing," she muttered to herself. Just as well. She had been planning on taking a nice hot shower, anyway.

Applejack carefully made her way downstairs. The boner had, in fact, gone away on its own, but the constant rubbing against the inside of her pants threatened to send her dick skyward once more. Hopefully if it came to that, the bulge wouldn't show. She was wearing her baggiest pair of jeans, after all. She slunk into the kitchen by way of the laundry room, sneaking her soiled camisole into the washing machine. If anyone asked, she was undressing and it fell into the toilet somehow. Better her family thought she was a klutz than knowing that she had grown a dick and promptly used it to piss over everything, including herself. Seriously, it had been nothing but trouble so far. She checked her watch. Twilight had cast the spell on her yesterday evening, so she estimated that she had approximately fourteen hours before the magical energy would run out, and the dick would disappear into the aether from which it had come.

It would be a long fourteen hours.

Applejack groaned as she hauled her apple stand out of the barn. It was market day, and it was her turn to shill the family product. She wasn't exactly excited about the prospect of having to stand on main street all day. Sure, J. Random Passerby wouldn't notice the lump in her pants (most of them were too preoccupied with her chest), but she sure as hell knew what was down there. She had checked herself a couple of times in the mirror to make sure that it wasn't too obvious, but once you knew it was there, it was kinda hard not to see it. She'd just have to undo an extra button and hope that it drew some attention away from her crotch.

The cart thumped to halt. She crouched down, (not without some brief squashed-balls-related difficulty) and noted that one of the wheels was stuck in a pothole. "Aw crap." She tugged on the cart, but it went nowhere. She moved to the back of it and attempted to lift it, but it was futile. If it were empty, she might have managed, but it was loaded down. She shouted into the loft. "Hey, Big Macintosh, c'mere!" Her brother poked his head down.

"What is it, Applejack?"

"The cart is stuck. Can you give it a shove?"

"Sure thing."

She shook her head and took hold of the handles and waited for Mac to shove it forward. And waited. And waited. Applejack shook her head and began to step toward the back of the cart. At that moment, Big Macintosh grunted, and the whole cart lurched forward. Including the handles, which, as Applejack noted in the split second before impact, were located precisely at crotch height. Applejack make a quiet noise not unlike the sound of air escaping a balloon.

"Sorry about that." Big Mac's voice said from behind the cart. "I couldn't get a good grip on it. You need my help for anything else?"

"Nope." Applejack gasped, trying to stay upright. "Y'all can get back to... whatever it was you were doin'."

"Okay." Big Macintosh clamored back into the loft. As soon as he vanished from sight, Applejack fell to her knees, and curled herself up, clutching her aching member. It was like someone had taken a sledgehammer forged from the essence of solid PAIN, handed the sledgehammer to Iron Will, and then let him take a free shot at her groin. She wanted more than anything else to sprint back to the house, open the fridge, drop her trousers, and stick her dick into the ice cube box. And she probably would have, if she were at all capable of running in her current state. At the moment, merely standing would be a challenge.

Are all cocks that sensitive? Damn, Big Macintosh totally wasn't bein' a wuss when I hit him in the crotch with that apple yesterday. Ugh, for as long as I live I'll never laugh at a groin hit again. Shit, I thought havin' kids was supposed to be the worst pain in the world.

She staggered to her feet and briefly considered how she could get her hands on an athletic cup without anyone suspecting that it was for her own personal use. No no, Big Mac doesn't wear a cup all the time. I can survive. We're down to twelve hours now. You can make it that long.

She gritted her teeth, and took a resolute step forward, towing the cart behind her. I'm gonna sell all these apples, dick or no dick.

"Getcher apples here! Best apples in a hundred miles! Fifteen bits for a bushel! Guaranteed fresh! Y'all know ya want some apple pie for desert tonight! Maybe some homemade applesauce! We also got some jars of it here if y'all are to lazy to make it yourself! Fifteen bits a bushel!"

She cleared her throat and took a break from hollering to address the line of customers that had gathered up in front of the cart. None of them seemed to realize anything out of the ordinary, thank Celestia. Quite a few men (and a few ladies) had taken notice of her cleavage, but that was about it. She didn't like getting attention like that; the apples were good enough to sell themselves, but it sure beat the alternative of having someone notice the presence of a cock in her pants.

"Hey, Applejack."

All the blood drained from her face as she realized that the last customer in the line was none other than Twilight.

"Oh, hey Twi. How are you doin'? Make any progress on that spell?"

"A little. I'm still trying to figure out where all that excess magical energy went. I'll get it figured out soon enough, though."

"Well, that's good to hear." Applejack felt her face growing warmer.

"Yeah, in a few days, we'll try it again!" Twilight gave he a thumbs up. "And that time it'll work. You'll have the full package! Stubble, chest hair, a strong jawline-" She lowered her voice and wiggled her eyebrows. "-among other things."

Applejack swallowed. "B-but I don't want a hairy chest. I like my chest the way it is. Hair free. And I gotta say I ain't too keen on losin' the girls either." She bounced once.

"Yeah, that's kinda regrettable," Twilight said with a shrug, eyeing the extra cleavage intently. "Oh well. Can't go half-assing stuff like this. Anyway, I'll take half a bushel of apples and two jars of preserves. How much do I owe you?"

"For you, we'll call it ten."

"Thanks! Spike's been craving apples all morning." Twilight stuffed the food into her bag. "Oh, and you if you can drop by tomorrow, same time as yesterday, we can take another swing at that spell. Sound like a plan?"

"Yeah," Applejack said with no enthusiasm. "That certainly is a plan."

"Great!" Twilight grinned with a slight lasciviousness. "See you then."

Applejack didn't want to look at the clock. She knew the dick was still there. She could feel it. Every time she moved, she could feel it. She hadn't looked at the clock for hours. According to her calculations, which were admittedly not very reliable, the magic should definitely have run out by 8 o'clock. That was definitely more than the eighteen-to-twenty that Twilight had estimated the spell would last. She still didn't want to look at the clock. If she did, and it was after 8 o'clock, it meant that something was even more horribly wrong with the spell, and she'd have to go to Twilight and explain things. She didn't want to do that. She took a deep breath and took a look at the clock. 9:04.

"Motherfucker!"

She was going to have to take her dick to see Twilight tomorrow.

Author's Note

seriously you aren't allowed to laugh at dudes getting hit in the balls unless you are a dude who's been hit in the balls. If not, YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE PAIN