Sometimes a pear will do

Applejack woke up terribly sweaty. Slightly shaky she retrieved her blanket from where she had tossed it during the night and made her bed. She took the time to carefully fold down the corners as she forced herself to perform normal behaviour.

With jittery hooves she brushed the heavier than usual tangles out of her blond mane. A quick splash of cool water from the basin over her cheeks and she started to feel almost equine again.

She scooped her hat from the foot of the bed up onto her head. She took a moment to wrap a red bandana around her neck. Just to be polite.

At the breakfast table there sat four bowls of hot porridge. Granny Smith napped quietly as she waited for hers to cool. Apple Bloom ate hers with indelible energy. Macintosh ate his slowly while calmly reading a newspaper.

Applejack took her seat in front of her bowl. She reached across the table to grab the sugar next to her brother with his bold and handsome features, slow dreamy gaze that could devour whole any silly little filly he cared to rest them upon... and dragged the sugar bowl closer so that she could sprinkle some onto her breakfast.

Sufficiently sweetened her breakfast was still a little on the hot side. She reached again across the table to grab the milk that was right next to her brother with his hard chiseled, muscled body that was wrapped in a thick lustrous coat that glowed with delicious, seething, pounding, hot, sweaty, masculine vigour...

Macintosh bolted. The front door slammed shut. He probably wouldn't stop running till he made it to the relative safety of the far eastern fields.

“Ah wonder what got into him?” Apple Bloom asked in puzzlement.

Applejack pulled the milk across the table and poured a dollop into her porridge.

Half a breakfast latter there came a knock at the door.

“Hi, I was in the neighbourhood and I just thought I'd drop by...” Carrot Top started to explain.

The farm pony, grabbed her rope from beside the door.

“And I was wondering if I could maybe grab a cup of coffee and we could visit,” she ended with a somewhat forced smile.

The lash of the rope caught Carrot across the neck. With a startled whiny the mare fell onto her haunches.

“Git!” Applejack barked.

“B,but I just...” she stammered.

“I know what yer after and ya ain't getting any here!”

The frightened mare ran off. A few more lashes of the rope followed her as encouragement.

“And don't come back till it's through!”

With a huff Applejack left to get an early start on her chores.

“Ah wonder what got into her?” she heard Apple Bloom mutter as she walked out the door.

* * *

Considering how much of a sweat the blond mare was working up, she was getting terribly little work done. It just wasn't fair. It was all this blasted sunlight.

The tension just kept building up inside of her making her ache. But she was an Apple and that meant she couldn't let little things like this get to her. She was made of the sternest stuff that ever was.

She gave a tree a good hard buck to get the apples shaking down. Letting a little of her frustration bleed off into it.

There was an audible crack.

She had shredded the bark. She hadn't done that in years. The ravaged wound in the tree freely bled sap.

The disgraced apple farmer retreated from her orchard in shame.

There was a pleasant pond on the Apple property. As it was primarily melt fed it managed to be especially cold long into the summer. Discarding her hat at the water's edge she dived into the clear water.

The resulting hiss of steam was probably her imagination run wild.

The shock of cold on her nethers was very real though. She writhed patiently while her body slowly reacted to the situation by withdrawing blood from said nethers. Slowly bit by bit she began to calm down.

She could almost think a whole thought without breaking off into daydreaming about something masculine and powerful on her back holding her down as he took her...

Applejack swallowed her accumulated saliva and back stroked out to the centre of the pond.

She drifted for a while, forcing herself to relax. Wishing the awful achy moodiness would just go away.

After having wasted enough of her day soaking the pony made her way back to shore.

Something was there. Sitting next to her hat. Patiently waiting. It's eyes on her.

It had a brown mane and was wearing clothes. Shoes rather boots.

Making sure to keep her backside submerged in the cold, cold water and standing up straight to make sure that the stranger could see the red bandana around her neck the pony addressed the creature.

“Howdy, I don't reckon you can tell me what ya are doin' on ma farm?”

“Hi, um, I'm kinda new here?” The gangly creature replied in a somewhat masculine voice.

“New, ya say?” she replied. She intentionally touched the bright red piece of cloth at her collar.

“Yeah, I was kinda wondering if I could get a helping hand?”

“If ya want apply fer a job, you can come back on Tuesday. Ah'll be happy to give ya a talking about it then. I advise finding yer way on own, till then.”

“Ah, thanks, thanks a lot actually. I'm Mike.”

“An ah'm Applejack, nice to meet ya.” She straight up pulled on the bandana this time. Just to get the hint across.

“Applejack, like the liqueur?” The gangly creature stood up, revealing some modest amount of muscle under it's curious smooth hairless hide. He seemed determined to be friendly with her.

“Yeah, like the liqueur.” Actually the beverage in question was named after her. But she found herself speaking a half truth, just to agree with him. This was odd because her frustration for the past few days was making it hard for her not to snap angrily at everypony.

Except this gangly, two legged critter wasn't exactly a pony now was he? And he was a he.

He wasn't a stallion, no not at all. Not the mountain of hard muscle wrapped in bristly fur that her body was craving. But...

She never really talked about it much but she had eaten a pear once. It wasn't an apple. Not even close. But she reckoned that if you couldn't eat an apple and you really needed an apple, then maybe a pear might tide you over for a little while.

“Yeah, that's what I reckon you is. A juicy little pear.”

“...What?”

“Ah... Nothin'.... So,” Applejack slipped the red bandana off as she stepped out of the pool and toward her new visitor, “Ya don't have anywhere ya need be, tonight?”

“I, ah, no, I don't have anywhere to be actually.” The stranger laughed and looked away for a moment. “Kind of part the whole new thing.”

“I reckon that you're gonna have to stick around here then...” Her hips worked a little sashay as she stalked toward her victim.

“That's a really generous offer, I don't really know how to thank you for your hospitality.”

She sat down next to the creature and pressed her damp coat against his side. “Don't ye fret none, hospitality is the Apple family way.”

Almost automatically he took his flipper things on the ends of his arms and started running it over her coat pressing out the excess water like a towel.

“Thank ye.”

The lanky creature blushed, but kept working her fur.

“Ah think ye might be being a little forward about this though...”

The creature called Mike stopped and pulled away it's versatile flipper things. “I, I didn't mean...”

“Oh, relax ah can understand yer bein' a randy critter. But just understand as it might offend some folks sensibilities,” the pony teased.

“No, no, I am not, definitely not like that in anyway.”

“Actually, Ah should go, tell ponies around here to look out for a right randy critter. So as they can secure their homes an such. Civic duty and all that...” The mare got up and started to walk away.

“Wait!” The panicked creature lunged and grabbed her, trying to pin her.

She let it.

He was behind her achingly close, Those funny flippers pressed against her withers pushing her into the ground. She automatically spread and settled her hind legs a little and bent her thighs carefully lining herself up.

“This how ya like it?” She glanced backwards with a sly little grin.

Mike blushed. He stammered. He was kinda cute. In a hairless, flipper hooved, flat faced kind of way...

Except she really needed him to stop being cute and plow her field!

She waited for as long as her patience could last before making her ultimatum.

“Mike? Are ya going to do this here job or am ah gonna have to take these matters into ma own hooves?” Applejack snarled, soon after the poor boy's tongue had gotten all tied.

Michael hastily complied.

There was an agonizing wait while clothing was moved aside before an oddly shaped stallion hood was pressed against her slick entrance.

And then Applejack winked. Her vagina flexed open and gripped down on the erect phallus. Like a hungry toothless animal taking a bite.

She felt the creature flinch. What was worse though was that he didn't start breeding her.

“Ya got a job to do. Best do it.”

Finally, oh sweet Celestia finally. At long last this itch was getting scratched. He was kinda small but she didn't really care. Well, she could look past it. This was fantastic.

Applejack finally felt her mind relax. The terrible screaming in her ears was gone. All she had to do was let it happen.

She actually kind of felt bad about abusing the poor critter like that. She then realized she hadn't even asked what kind of critter he was. She'd have to ask just as soon as he was done.

The farm pony decided that the only way to make up for her wrongdoing in this matter was to give him a place to stay and a job. She smiled confident that this was the right decision.

She was startled from her revelry by a rather frugal jet of semen and her new employee slumping to the ground in drowsy afterglow.

He was done.

She was very, very much not done yet.

The the sudden return of her tension was painful after it's brief absence.

Applejack pinned the creature to the ground with a hoof on his sternum and took his member into her mouth. She suckled on it hungrily, like a limp teat.

“Wait, just give me a minute,” he struggled feebly against the near infinite mass of Applejack. “Just a minute... Ah!”

A few minutes of listening to his whimpering was all it took to get his penis back into shape.

This time she straddled him. Pinning him down at the shoulders with her hooves and bobbing up and down on his member.

It was an odd position. But she soon began to appreciate it. It took a few minutes for her new lover to stop squirming and trying to get away.

Once again the strain on Applejack's mind began to fade.

“Ah'm sorry about this. Ah'm just not feeling myself right now. That time of th' year an all.”

“Please don't hurt me...” Mike whined pathetically.

“Just you stay like this for tha next... few... hours...” Applejack gave a deep sigh and picked up her pace a little. A friendly and reassuring smile spreading across her face. “And Ah should be able to let ya go.”

He actually managed to do just that for a while. It was fairly fairly impressive for something that wasn't an earth pony.

But that stick of fake stallion meat eventually did start to go soft on her.

She had to give him a good smack to get his attention. She hit him in sternum as that was the only place she figured could take a good whack without breaking.

“Focus there critter, ya only gotta do one job. Ah'll take care of the rest. Don't ya dare let me down. This crop is almost in.”

The motivation proved sufficient and the earth pony was able to relax and just pound into him.

“Oh, apple fritters!” The words where wrenched violently from her mouth as her insides convulsed. “Sweet Princesses!” she gasped.

She hadn't been ready for that. Her right hoof had never been able to make her feel like that. It was just incredible.

She didn't just feel like herself again as the agonizing tension bled out of her, she felt better then she ever had before.

With a happy sigh she dismounted, pulled a now completely and entirely limp Mike up onto her back and headed off towards the homestead.

* * *

“What's up with him?” asked Apple Bloom displaying an amazing lack of tact as well as timing.

Applejack looked over her shoulder at the unconscious, battered and partially unclothed whatsit.

“He's mah new worker. It's his first day on the job and I kinda tired him out,” Applejack replied truthfully.

“Okay,” replied the filly displaying an amazing lack of insight.