Sweaty Applejack [Humanized, Clop, Sweaty]

At the end of the day, you weren't exactly sure why you showed up at Sweet Apple Acres that afternoon. Perhaps it was an attempt to get yourself some extra work hours to round out your next pay day but you are willing to believe that seeing the elder Apple sister was more of a factor. She stood tall in comparison to everyone but her elder brother and she had a strong frame to match. Her face had a thin covering of freckles and the flesh was tanned from countless hours working underneath the sun while her long blonde hair framed her emerald green eyes. The scars that lightly covered her flesh didn't detract from her attractiveness at all and reinforced her image as a strong woman. She had a modest bosom that she wore well and her hips and ass were the stuff of legends. The shifting of her hips from side to side would always draw the eyes of the entire room.

All in all, she was plenty reason enough to pay the Orchard a visit, work or no.

Raising your hand, you knock for the second time after the first time had yielding no response from the interior of the Apple residence.  Reaching up, you wipe the sweat from your brow as you continued to feel the heavy heat bearing down on you. After a moment, you turn to leave disappointed before you hear a voice call out to you.

“Howdy, Anon!” Applejack called out to you, approaching you from the Orchard proper. She was wearing her typical work outfit of a rugged work shirt, a well loved pair of jeans and a solid pair of boots on her feet. As always, her hat shielded her eyes from the harsh sun but, as a testament to the heat, her shirt had been left unbuttoned revealing the sleeveless undershirt beneath. As she came closer, you could see the sheen of sweat upon her flesh and soaking her clothing even as the smell of the same filled your nose. “What bring ya out here?”

“I wanted to know if you needed any help tomorrow.” You reply, trying not to stare at her too much. But the scent of her sweet summer sweat wafted gently to you and you can't help be feel your member stirring in your pants.

“Sorry, Anon... there ain't anything the we need the extra help with...” The farm girl replied apologetically, pausing to wipe the sweat from her brow. “Why don't yah come in from a spell? Just so yah didn't come all the way out here for nothing...”

Nodding, you follow Applejack into the home proper and you find that, just as you expected, she was the only one currently home. Briefly, you ask Applejack about it as she pours out a pair of glasses with chilled apple juice and she passed you one before the spoke again.

“Yeah, Big Mac had tah take Granny Smith into town for a doctors appointment and ah reckon they'll be one for a while. Apple Bloom's probably off with her friends getting into trouble again.” Applejack sighed before taking several gulps from her cold glass before running the cold material against the side of her neck. After a moment, she reached back and rubbed her shoulder briefly.

“Sore?” You ask as you take a gulp from your glass and rise from your seat to approach the cowgirl.

“Yeah... it's been a long day... Anon, what are yah-?” Applejack gave a pleased groan as you reach up and begin rubbing her shoulders as best you could. “Mm... yah don't have to do that...”

“It's my genuine pleasure, Applejack...” You kept your fingers at work on her shoulders as she settled down into a chair. Working firmly, you kept rubbing your hands into the tensest parts of her flesh being denied only by the thick fabric of her work shirt. She seemed to be just as annoyed by it as you were and after a moment of consideration, she pulled away from you long enough to pull it from her frame. No longer contained by the fabric, the sweet stench emanating from her exposed armpits filled your nostrils and you couldn't help but take a long whiff of it.

“Sorry... ah didn't get a chance to wash up since ah started working today...” Applejack apologized, but as she glanced back at you she seemed a little curious about your pleased expression. Shrugging, she just settled in as you resumed working the flesh of her shoulders using a combination of her tenseness and her pleased groans to guide your hands. Between the sweat slicked flesh in your grasp and the pungent smell of her work, you can feel your cock straining against the fabric of your pants. As she relaxed, you swear she could feel your bulge almost brushing against her back as you work her shoulders. “Hey, Anon...?”

“Yeah?” You don't pause your rubbing of her bare flesh, even though you were at the point that you had to search hard for the remaining tense points.

“Ah've already imposed on yah a bit, but... mah dogs have been bothering me, too...” The farm girl pointed out sheepishly and you obediently move around around to her feet as she kicked off her boots. The smell arising from her sweat socked sock was intoxicating and you eagerly begin rubbing her smelly feet. Applejack could only lean back in her chair, moaning slightly at the sensation of your fingers working out the sore spots that had built up on her feet. Her socks were slowly removed to permit you to press your fingers into her calloused flesh and it was a while before she spoke again. “Y'know... Ah think yer enjoying yourself, ain'tcha?”

“What do you mean?” You look up nervously and you follow her gaze back down to where your member was visibly tenting your pants. You find your mouth to be incredibly dry and you swallow nervously as she glanced at you with a bemused look on her face.

“Close yer eyes for a minute...” Applejack commanded, and you obediently do so. You can sense her stand up from her seated position and the sound of rustling fabric drew your attention. After a moment, she seemed to settle back down into her seat before calling for your attention again. “Alright, open 'em and get back to it.”

Opening your eyes, you take in the sight before you and find your breath caught in your throat. Applejack had decided to dispense with her jeans and now sat in just her undershirt and panties. Her panties were just as soaked as her undershirt, but you weren't sure if it was purely from sweat. The sound of her clearing her throat brought your attention back to the matter at hand and you resumed rubbing her feet as you tried to deal with the intoxicating new smell coming to your nose. Slowly your hands begin drifting upwards, rubbing her legs with careful tenderness and a series of wary glances up at the cowgirl. She smiled down at you and silently parted her legs to allow you to move between them as the pretext of a massage drifted away. You find yourself staring at the wet panties and you find Applejack seize your head and press your face into your fabric covered womanhood.

“Go ahead, Anon... take a good whiff. You know you want to...” Obediently, you bury your nose into the fabric and take in a long smell of the sweet mix of sweat and feminine fluids. Bringing up a hand, you slid the fabric to the side to reveal her wet womanhood and you take your first taste of her nether regions. A mix of salty sweat and sweet juices exploded onto your tongue and you eagerly lap at her entrance for more of the delicious mixture. Her fingers wound their way through your hair as she eagerly commanded you to continue your work. After some time of eagerly lapping at the surface, you needed more and you slipped your tongue into her tight tunnel in order to encourage her to produce more. Her moans echoed through the empty house as she shamelessly voiced her pleasure as she reached closer and closer to the edge. With a final scream, she filled your mouth with her gushing fluids that you eagerly drank down.

Your untouched member screamed for attention as Applejack released your head, but you kept your face close to her sweaty crotch as you panted in her heady smell. Slowly, she unsteadily raised herself to her feet and strode over to a nearby table. Grabbing her panties, she slid them off entirely before bending over the table enticingly. Smiling, you unleashed your member from the tight confines of your pants and eagerly approached to insert yourself into her waiting hole only to have her stop you.

“...Anon... no offense, but can you work with me on this?” Applejack asked, before you hesitatingly nodded at her. She grasped your member from between her legs and brought it between her powerful thighs. She closed her legs and caught your hard cock between her thighs and the wet entrance of her pussy. In this position, you could thrust away and stimulate the entrance to her womanhood without actually penetrating her and you had to admit the feeling of her sweaty thighs around your member felt wonderful. Pulling your own hips back, you began thrusting back and forth between her thighs and wrapped your arms around her to push up her shirt and began roughly groping her breasts. Burying your face into her neck, you take in a deep smell of her scent before she turned her head to press her lips against yours. Afterward, she lifted up her arm and permitted you to bury your face as best you could into her sweaty pit. Taking in the pure, sweaty smell of her arm pit you relished in her unique scent as you continued slapping your hips against hers. Her moans showed that she was enjoying this as much as you were and slowly the both of you were rising to your peaks. The wet sound of the two of you slapping flesh against flesh sped up as she gave a throaty cry as her thighs almost painfully constricted around your cock. Almost, but it didn't stop you from groaning into her armpit and unleashing your seed onto the flesh of her thighs and the table. You find yourself leaning against her, you bodies covered in a mix of your combined sweat and fluids as the two of you recovered from your orgasms.

“They'll be back soon...” Applejack said after a while, not really wanting to break the silence but having to. The two of you spend some time cleaning up and getting dressed, not sure what to say. Finally, she pressed something into your hand and roughly pressed her lips against yours with a flushed face. “Be sure to come around again some time, y'hear?”

As she ushered you out, you pass by Granny Smith and a suspicious Big Mac as you leave Sweet Apple Acres. Remembering the item she pressed into your hand, you pull it back out from where you stowed it and find her sweat and cum soaked panties. Pressing it against your nose, you take a long whiff of them with a smile.

You'd be sure to see her again, that you would...