Anon's cute manhood, part 2 [Clop] (Applejack)

> The next day, you make a house call.
> You knock on the door to the Apple family barn.
> "That you, Anon? Come in!"
> You open the door to find Applejack curled up, clutching her hind legs.
> "Thank goodness, ah was worried ah'd be here all day."
> You crouch down beside her, careful to stay out of the range of her bucking legs.
"Pulled a muscle or two, I see."
> She smiles wryly.
> "Guess ah bucked one tree too many."
> You trail your fingers across the underside of her thigh, saying,
"Just tell me where it hurts."
> You are a little past the middle of her thigh when her breath hitches.
"Right there?"
> She closes her eyes and nods.
> You gently press your knuckles into her taut muscle, keeping it light and working the leg.
> A few times, she twitches, and you pause before continuing.
> After the initial pass, you dig a little deeper, and she stiffles a moan.
> You knead her thigh, trying not to think about yesterday's events, just losing yourself in the work.
> Finally, you finish with the leg, and she gingerly extends it.
> She sighs in relief, and presents you with the other leg.
> This one goes a bit easier, but you still get turned on by the sounds she makes.
> It's one of the odd perks of being a masseuse, but it's a little awkward getting boners around your friends.
> Once you're done, Applejack gets up on her shaky legs.
> "Thank you kindly for comin' out for me. Big Mac will be along later today to drop off your payment of apples."
> You shake her hoof pleasantly.
"I'm always glad to help a friend in need. I'll check up on you in about two days. Until then, be sure to take it easy. We don't want this getting worse."
> She chuckles.
> "Don't worry, ah learned that lesson long ago."
> You know, you saw the episode.
"Alright, see you later."
> You are about to open the door, when she clears her throat.
> "Anonymous, ah hear Rarity and Fluttershy saw your plow."
> Your plow? Wait.
> You turn around.
"Who all did they tell?"
> Applejack shrugs.
> "You know, me, Rainbow, Pinkie, and Twi."
> This is going to be a long day.
> She looks you straight in the eye.
> "Mind if ah take a look?"
> Let's just get this over with.
"Alright."
> You drop your pants, and leave it hanging in the air.
> Applejack nods.
> "Thank you kindly."
> You hesitantly put your pants back on.
"That's it?"
> "Mmhmm. No offense, but ah live with Big Mac, so that's mah reaction to most stallionhoods."
> You chuckle weakly.
"Yeah, that thing is pretty huge."
> She adjusts her hat.
> "Ah think about it, sometimes, to be honest."
> You get the feeling you have stepped off the path of normal conversation.
"The size of it, or... doing it with him?"
> Applejack watches you carefully.
> "It doesn't have to be him, sometimes ah imagine other stallions, just, bigger. You know, Anonymous..."
"Yes?"
> Her cheeks color.
> "Your forearm is about the right size."
"Nope."
> That's a good way to lose an arm, you're pretty sure.
> The farm pony backs up towards you, presenting her glistening snatch.
> "Come on, Big Mac, it don't mean nothing between kin."
> For her to slip that quickly into roleplay, she's thought about this a lot.
> You play along, deepening your voice.
"It's because ah'm your brother that makes this wrong."
> Applejack's voice is husky with desire.
> "Just this once, don't be mah brother. Be the stallion who looks when you think ah'm not watchin'."
> Looks like things are more complicated than you anticipated.
> You step forward, resting your closed fist against her winking opening.
> She starts breathing more shallowly.
"Just this once, Applejack."
> Your press inward, and she gasps.
> You are up to your wrist in pulsing wet mare, and there is no turning back.
> No seriously, you aren't sure you can pull back out.
> You sink your arm in deeper, halfway to your elbow.
> "Deeper, br- Big Mac! Plow me like your field!"
> You shove, reaching the end of her tunnel, embedded up to the thickest part of your forearm.
> She clenches around you, then releases, shaking a little.
> You take the chance to withdraw your arm, leaving your fist in.
> She groans and bites down on her hat.
> You start thrusting your arm in and out, straining against her strong pull.
> Marecum drips down onto the straw in a steady rhythm.
> She spits out her hat.
> "Make me your broodmare!"
> You speed up a little, and catch her mane with your other hand.
> You pull gently, tugging her head back.
> Her face is flushed, her eyes rolled up and her tongue lolling out the side.
> Her walls spasm and constrict, flooding with juices.
> You are officially stuck.
> "Plant your seed, farm pony. Mah earth is fertile."
> Thinking quickly, you open your fist slightly, then close it quickly, squirting some of her cum from near your thumb.
> You repeat this five times before she releases your arm.
> You sit down heavily on the hay, your newly freed arm shaking and chilling in the air.
> Applejack collapses on her side, a dreamy smile on her face.
> Fucking ponies.
> Then her eyes snap open, and she stares at your face in horror.
"Ah'm so sorry, ah don't know what came over me, ah-"
> You start laughing, tickled by the absurdity of it all.
> She still looks distressed.
> "Don't tell no pony, y'hear? Ah don't know what ah'd do if this got out."
> You sober up a little.
"I solemnly swear I won't reveal your secret."
> Applejack sighs in relief.
> When she next meets your eyes, she's more bashful than ashamed.
> "Ah'm sorry, that all musta seemed mighty strange to you."
> You shrug.
"Rarity put little clothes on my dick. This is practically normal."
> She chuckles at that.
> "Good ol' Rarity. Ah swear, she'd fancy up the wind if it'd hold still."
> After a few moments of easy conversation, you take your leave.
> It may be a long day, but it won't be entirely unpleasant.