Trojan Horse - Another Day at Sweet Apple Acres

>Just another day at Sweet Apple Acres.
>For weeks on end, you have been working here for minimum wage.
>It's normally really busy around here, except for days like today, Sunday.
>You've woken up later than usual and took your time with your breakfast.
>But it's all pretty much how things go around here every week anyway.
>The Apple Family expects you to go to church with them every Sunday, while you work with them literally every other day.
>It's been really nice, actually.
>All you really have to do is move around stacks of hay, clean things, do typical field work like plowing the dirt and so on.
>Except for today when you pretty much just sit around and sip your apple cider.
>"Hey, Onan! Ya there?" You hear Applejack calling for you.
>Turn to face her.
>"Heya there, sugarcube. Ah was wonderin where ya were."
"Hey, Applejack. What do you need me for?"
>"Well, the folks and I got out hands full out back and ah was just wonderin if you could go on down to the barn and get somethin for me. It would be a huge help."
>You can hear the other members of the Apple family making ruckus in the backyard.
"Uh, sure thing." You reply. "What do you need?"
>"Well, ah have been lookin to use a specific kind of wrench, and ah was thinkin that maybe you could get it for me."
"Sure thing." You stand up and start walking to the barn.
>But you start to feel a bit uneasy as Applejack starts to follow you.
>You make it to the door of the barn and think to yourself: 'If Applejack is right here behind me, why couldn't she just get the wrench thingy herself?'
>But you don't think much of it and open the door.
>The two of you walk inside. Applejack staying by the door.
"So... you told me the wrenches are on the left side of the barn, right?" You recall Applejack's instructions from when you first arrived here.
>The only reply you get is the clicking of the barn door being shut and locked.

"Uh... what are you doing?"
>"It's alright, sugarcube. There's a reason why I wanted you here."
>She steps closer to you.
>You just stand there and wait for her to come to you. Surely there's a rational explanation for this.
>"You've always been such a good worker here, Onan."
"Thanks. You have been a really good host."
>"Thank you kindly, and you're welcome. And with all of that said, ah have some news."
>You automatically let out a sigh of relief.
>She's just telling you something she doesn't want anyone else to hear yet.
>You knew this was nothing to worry about.
>"Remember how the pastor told the story about Obadiah the hardworking farmer?"
"Yeah." You lie. "That was a... pretty deep story."
>"Well ah have been meaning to tell you that ah had a vision from that. And it was about you, Onan."
"Really?"
>You're trying your hardest to look impressed.
>"Yeah. And you have been very strong and diligent on this farm. And we could use more guys like you in our workforce."
"Well... uh... what do you mean?"
>Applejack calmly strides over to one of the corners of the barn and pulls out a coil of rope.
>The very sight of this puts you back on internal edge.
>"There's no sugarcoating it sugarcube. It would be mighty fine of you to bring us a bountiful addition to this family."
"You... you want to..."
>"Yes, Onan. Ah'm gonna need to ask you if yer willing to add to this family with your seed... and me."
>Oh shit.
>"Now... don't think that this means that we gotta get married or anything. The only reason this is being done is for the sole purpose of procreation and helping the family. Of course, I'd have to ask your permission first."
Without second thought, you nod your head yes. "I'd be more than happy to... procreate with you... but what's the rope for?"

>"Well, ya see, ah don't remember you being in service when they told the story about Onan. The biblical one."
"Okay?"
>"Long story short, God asked him to procreate so someone very important would be born. But Onan pulled out at the last second and... laid waste to his seed."
>Now you think you remember googling this somewhere.
>"So that's why ah have decided to take proactive measures and... keep history from repeating itself. Catch my drift?"
"Oh... uh, I think I get it."
>"In mah vision, I was told that getting you to go through with this would be a challenge."
>You know damn well that won't be a challenge with this erection growing in your pants.
>"And that's why I hold this rope in mah hands. Ah know you don't realize what you could do outside of your own control, but it's just the way things are."
>Whatever, you don't mind a little bondage. All in all, you just want to get laid.
"So you want to tie me up so I don't pull out."
>You're... starting to reconsider this.
>You don't want a fucking kid to take care of.
>...
>Holy fuck, she was right.
>"That's exactly it, Onan. God's stories have taught me well, and ah am wise to what Satan may try to make happen to counter the productivity of this family."
>With that, she tenses the rope in her hands and makes a gesture for you to back up against a pole behind you.
>You can't think of anything else to say.
>"Now... ah want to get this done and over with, Onan." Applejack looks down at your body. "Ah'm gonna have to ask ya to strip everything off. Undergarments and all."
>She then smirks a little bit.
>"Ah can see you're already ready to go."
>Yup, it's visible.
"I just have a question." You ask. "Will... this new family member be living here after my work is up?"
>"Really? Ah really thought that you seemed like the responsible type, Onan."
Crisis incoming. "Oh, I am. It's just that I was curious as to whether or not erm... my child would have to leave with me or stay here to work." You subtly try to push for the kid to have to stay here.
>You can't believe this.
>In a couple of minutes, things went from normal to you debating on whether or not you should have a kid.
>"Well... the whole point of having a new child is to add to the Apple Family workforce. Wouldn't make sense if he or she were only here half of the time."
>You nod your head before she continues.
>"However. It would be counterproductive to have to raise a child in the household before they are old enough to actually do work. That would take quite a few years, Onan."
>You stop nodding.
>"But it wouldn't make sense for you to take care of her. You're one of the most helpful workers on the farm in its current state. And as long as you're employed here, having you assigned to take care of a baby instead of work on the farm is just asinine. We'd just have one less worker out of all this until a few years later."
"That makes sense."
>If she agrees to have someone like Granny Smith or someone take care of the baby while you work on the farm, you couldn't be more all in for this.
>"We'll figure it out, sugarcube. But mah offer still stands. Ah am willing to bring another Apple family member into this world with you. So... are ya gonna do it or not?"
"Y-yeah..." You still agree, now just wanting this too much.
>"Alright, then. You may proceed."
>Do as she tells you, slipping out of your shirt and pants.
>Applejack watches you do this, waiting patiently for you to be fully exposed.
>You finally pull down your boxers, hard as a rock and ready to go.
>"Arms up." Applejack walks forward with the rope.
>The wooden post lightly scratches your whole backside; even tangles your hair in the loose chips of wood.
>Applejack leans into you, and you can feel the rope pinning down onto your wrists.
>"Scoot down onto your knees."

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    >Tilt your head forward so the wood doesn't pull your hair off of your head when you squat down.
    >Keep yourself balanced, not falling forward or back into the wooden post until you're staying in one spot.
    >The floor of the barn is softer then you thought. It comprises of mainly just dirt.
    >And it really doesn't bother your knees at all.
    >You'd look up Applejack's skirt as she's right up against you while tying your hands onto the post... if it weren't for your uncertainty about how she's react to that in a moment like this.
    >"Scoot back a little."
    >Your tailbone meets the surface of the wooden post.
    >Your arms are now tightly held in place just a couple of feet above that on the post.
    >Applejack pulls forward more of the rope and spreads it over your lap.
    >You can't see her doing this, but you know she's making two loops around both you and the post.
    >One with the rope over your erection and one with the rope below it.
    >Her chin rests on your shoulder while she ties a know on the opposite side of the post.
    >Her soft lower thighs brush up against the outside of yours, already giving you a good idea of what she feels like on top of you.
    >"There we go... almost ready." You can faintly Applejack mutter to herself. Her mouth is really close to your ear.
    >Momentarily, her hands start grabbing onto your ankles, followed by the rope being wrapped around them.
    >It almost tickles.
    >A few more knots that you can't bring yourself to understand are tied. You'r dick has been pointing directly between Applejack's legs this whole time.
    >"There we go. Try moving around as much as you can."
    >You obediently use all of your strength to squirm your body around.
    >Nothing.
    >You literally cannot move as much as an inch. These ropes tightly and firmly bind you to the wooden beam against your shaking back.
    >"Alrighty, then." Applejack starts to undo the buttons at the top of her shirt.
>A shockwave of excitement overcomes you as you see her body begin to be revealed.
>What you had previously assumed was true, Applejack doesn't wear a bra underneath her shirt.
>You've often seen those nipples poking through the fabric of her shirts if they were thin enough, and now you can see why. They look perky enough to be seen under a sweater.
>The ends of her shirt slip off of her chest and shoulders, prompting a sharp tingle in your erect member.
>Applejack's hands glide across her skin over to her waist and begin digging under the waistline of her skirt.
>It struggles to hold onto her hips the first time Applejack pulls it downwards, stopping only after about sliding an inch.
>Applejack unbuttons her denim skirt to loosen it's grip, and it can no longer stay on those hips with ease.
>It falls, slightly taking the light pink panties with it almost enough to slip past the bottom point of her V shaped crotch.
>You tense a bit at the sight of her slit peeking out from the frilly rim of her panties. This is officially the first time you've seen this in person.
>You... honestly thought that this day would never come.
>The shirt and skirt simultaneously hit the ground with a collective soft thud before being lightly kicked to the side.
>The panties only last a couple of tugs before being brought to Applejack's knees, and eventually her ankles.
>They join the other clothing to the side.
>When Applejack steps up to you to loom over your head, the intense shivering within you is nothing short of visible.
>You can't help but clench your ass as Applejack's hands make contact with your shoulders so she has a sturdy hold on you despite the rope.
>The toned, nude body lowers before your face. You notice her abs cave ever so slightly as she hums to you.
>"Relax, sugarcube... let me do all the work..."
>This is totally fucking happening.
>Infinitely more jolts of tensing and flinching dominate your member, now completely leaving your control.

>And this is before you even feel the area under her abs brush past your head.
>After that, turning back is not an option.
"Oh... oh fuck..." She can barely hear you blurt without thinking.
>The ecstatic shakiness in your voice was all she needed to know.
>The most powerful of your spurts bombard the abs with an audible splat like a bullet before your member is promptly engulfed in Applejack's soft lips.
>You'd vibrate into another dimension if it weren't for these ropes.
>All of your suppressed motion channels into the only movement you can make: clenching.
>Only one final burst of seed is lovingly stifled by the inside of Applejack. The rest went onto the outside.
>Applejack calmly shushes you all the while.
>Your loud sigh is the only cue that lets Applejack know that you're through.
>Look down to see all of the semen you have just squirted onto her abdomen.
>It almost looks like enough to fill a small cup. From this, you can already tell that what you see is at least three quarters of your load.
>Applejack rubs the back of her head with an awkward smile. "Oh my... ah had a feeling something would happen."
>No other sound escapes you other than your still shaky breathing.
>"Don't worry about that, sugarcube. Ah've been in messier situations than this."
>The girl stands up, letting your dick slip out of her with a faint popping sound.
>There is literally no cum on it that you can see.
>"Well at least ya got the last bit into me." Applejack tries to compensate. "And that really should be enough."
>The discomfort begins to wash over you as you're gradually untied.
>If anything, you're more pissed off than anything else. Not so much at Applejack, but at yourself.
>Applejack continues to talk to you, but you don't say anything back. Too much embarrassment seals your mouth shut.

>Still having gotten laid, though it doesn't truly feel like it, you and Applejack exit the barn with a random tool she grabbed at the last second for an alibi.
>Welp, back to work.
>God dammit, Onan.
THE END.