Applejack

“What in tarnation!?”

Standing from where you'd been kneeling to grab the newspaper, you look up. Sure enough, the voice you'd heard was unmistakably that of Applejack. You didn't hear that tone from her often – generally just when something was wrong. The orange earth pony is staring at you with a look of obvious shock and confusion,  further compounding your concern. Applejack has never been anything but polite and friendly to you – you can't imagine why she seems so upset to see you.

She doesn't keep you in suspense. Quickly trotting over, Applejack wordlessly grabs you with a single hoof and shoves you back inside your house before stepping in herself. Taking a brief glance back out at the street, she seems satisfied to see no one else. Shutting the door, she turns to face you, anger plain on her face.

“Are ya'll crazy? Ya got some sorta death wish, Anon? Why are you still here?”

'Uhhhhh...' might not have been the wittiest response you've ever given, but in this case it was a heartfelt one. What the hell is she talking about? You were picking up the morning paper, not robbing a bank! Slowly, you ask AJ if she wouldn't mind explaining herself.

“You know darn well what ah'm- “ Abruptly, she stops. She looks up and down at you, taking in your alien physique. “Ya know, on second thought, maybe you don't.” AJ sighs, craddling her face in a hoof. “Ah don't believe this... nopony ever told you. 'Course I guess they probably just took for granted that you knew, but...” She shakes her head.

You remind AJ that she hasn't actually told you what she's talking about yet, somehow managing to rein in your sarcasm as you do so. Barely.

“Anon, ya can't stay here in town this week. Tain't safe. Whole town's comin' into cycle, startin' this mornin'. Rest of the males have already evacuated, and if you don't git outta here, yer liable to get...” She trails off for a moment before resuming. “... well, you'd be makin' a lot of mares happy, for sure, but then mares in heat don't tend to take 'no' for an answer.”

… Oh.

… Well, that's... umm....

Applejack? Help. Please.

The farm pony just sighs. “No more time to plan, Anon. Heat started just this mornin'. You're just lucky it's still early and you ain't run into nopony yet. Ain't you got any place to go for a while?”

No... not really. You're an alien here. It had been hard enough just to familiarize yourself with Equestria and get a job to buy yourself a house here in town, you certainly had no friends or assets you could call upon anywhere else. Honestly, you were proud even to have that much – you'd shown up here with nothing but the clothes on your back, and less than a year later you were a resident in good standing. It wasn't much, but damn it, you'd worked for it. Still, it left you in a bad place now.

Applejack fidgets for a moment, refusing to meet your gaze. Your expression continues to darken as you consider, then reject desperate idea after desperate idea. Finally, the earth pony can take it no more. She interjects.

“Listen, sugarcube. If'n you really don't have anywhere else to go, ah'll let ya stay in the guest room at Sweet Apple Acres this week. You've always been right neighborly, and Big Mac and Applebloom seem to like ya.”

Your heart fills with a sudden swell of hope, the town's most dependable and capable pony once more living up to her reputation. No getting raped nearly to death by horny ponies for you! Enthusiastically, you thank Applejack profusely for her help. She smiles at your effusive praise.

“Aw, shucks. Ain't nothin'. Now let's get goin' before somepony sees you an' starts feelin' a little... over-friendly.” The matter seemingly decided, Applejack turns to the door.

You pause – something just now occurred to you that really should have already. Hesitantly, you point out that Applejack herself is a mare. Isn't she going into heat too? Won't that be a problem if you're at the farm?

Applejack light-heartedly laughs your concern off. “Don't you worry none, sugarcube. The more mares are in one place, the worse the heat is. I'll be the only one in season at Sweet Apple Acres; Granny Smith is too old and Applebloom's too young. Might be a little uncomfortable, but trust me: ah can take it. Heck, technically it's already started for me,” she rolls her eyes at you a bit and smiles, “but somehow, I ain't jumpin' your bones. Everything'll be fine.”

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So. The heat, huh?

Big Macintosh just nods in response. “Eyup.”

And this happens every year?

“Eyup.”

You ever been in town when it happens?

“Nope.”

Quite the talker, aren't you?

“Eyup.”

Looking over your shoulder across the field, you spot Applejack bucking some trees. The usual cheerful smile that decorates her face is gone now, a mildly annoyed scowl marking it instead. She's moving more slowly than usual, as well. The heat must be pretty hard on her, whatever she claims.

“Eyup.”

You start briefly at Big Mac's response – you hadn't actually meant to vocalize that last thought. Still, as long as the uncomfortable topic has been raised, you may as well clear up some questions with the taciturn farmer.

Is it really okay for the two of you to be here? You don't want to make things any harder than they have to be for AJ. The two of you are males, so shouldn't the sight and scent of you be enough to make her... er... upset? Come to think of it, isn't Big Macintosh always here during the heat? Isn't that a problem?

“Nope.” To your surprise, the well-built earth pony elaborates this time, perhaps sensing you won't shut up until he gives you some answers. “Heat feels mighty uncomfortable if the mare don't take care of it. Kinda like an itch they can't scratch. But family don't set it off. Heat knows the difference. AJ don't feel good, but ah don't make her feel any worse.”

And what about you?

Big Macintosh shrugs.

The moment seems to have passed, so the two of you resume your tasks: Big Macintosh plowing the field, and you dropping seeds in his wake. Dull work, to be sure, but relaxing in a way. Besides, if you were going to be staying with the Apples for a few days, you wanted to help earn your keep. It'd been two days already, and you had no intention of just sitting on your ass any longer.

Applejack bucking trees nearby has become white noise by this point. Thus, when you feel a strange nagging sense that something is wrong several minutes later, it comes not from what you notice, but rather what you don't. Suddenly aware that the cracking of hooves against trees has paused, you look up from your task to check on the orange mare. She's right where you expect her to be, thankfully, but a closer look leaves you no less concerned.

She's staring at you.

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You're awakened by the sound of the door to your room opening. The motion is as slow, cautious, quiet, but you've always been something of a light sleeper. Still, with the haze of sleep hanging heavily on your mind, you don't react right away. Even through your closed eyelids, you can tell it's still night by the lack of Celestia's sun beating down on your face. Ugh, what time is it, anyway...

A long moment passes, filled with nothing but the steady rhythm of your breathing and the soft, comforting warmth of the bed. You nearly fall asleep again, just like that. But just as your consciousness begins to fade once more, you faintly hear the sound of whispering. It's still a few feet away, and it doesn't seem to be directed at you, per se. But even in this state, Applejack's southern drawl is unmistakable.

“Just... just this once. Just for a few minutes. Just gotta get some relief, and I'll be fine.”

The earth pony's usual strong confidence is replaced now by a hesitant, tormented tone; you've never heard anything like this from her before. The vestiges of sleep begin to fade from your mind, the wrongness of the situation bringing you to full awareness. Still, you keep your eyes shut and your breathing even – if only because you aren't sure what else to do.

Applejack seems to buy your act. Taking a few more carefully quiet steps, she crosses the distance to your bed. You hear her inhale deeply, breathing in your scent. “Ohhhh, yeah... Landsakes, it ain't never been this strong before...” Sh hesitates. “If ah just... ah just look at it, it might help. Ah can control this. Ah can.”

Before you can wonder what Applejack is talking about, you feel her grasp the edge of your sheet in her teeth. One careful pull later, you feel the protective warmth of the bedding withdraw, exposing you to the room. You cringe slightly, suddenly remembering that you'd gone to sleep naked for lack of fresh clothes. Applejack pauses noticably at your motion, waiting several long seconds to make sure you're not waking up.

When you don't move again, Applejack resumes, pulling your covers all the way down to your knees. She hisses lightly as she gets her first good look at your penis. “Yeeesssssssss...” After only a brief hesitation, a soft bump echoes through the room, followed by a sudden rhythmic rubbing sound you can't quite place. Unable to help yourself any longer, you crack one eye open.

Applejack is sitting on her rump in the middle of the room, eagerly rubbing at her clit. Her eyes are locked on your cock.

Your breath catches in your throat, but you needn't have worried – Applejack's own light panting easily covers the lapse in your breathing. Her face is flushed, equine pussy winking in demanding anticipation. She closes her eyes in shame, but continues stroking herself, her wet cunt pushing trails of fluid out onto her exploring forehoof. “Ah'm so sorry, Anon... Ah can't make it stop...”

You're unsure how much time passes, you desperately trying not to move a muscle while Applejack masturbates herself before you. It certainly feels long enough. Closing your eyes tightly once more, you try to block out the thought of what's going on before you. But with no more visual stimulation, you are left with nothing but the steady, wet sound of Applejack's grasping sex to fill your mind. Your body begins to respond instinctively despite yourself, cock steadily growing hard.

Applejack gasps at the sight. You hear her clamber to her hooves, all attempts at subtlety seemingly forgotten, and crack open an eye once again. The mare is staring at your prick as if nothing else exists. She licks her lips, and steps toward you.

As abruptly as the moment comes, it goes. Applejack closes her eyes and shakes her head rapidly.

“... This ain't right.”

“ This... just ain't right.”

Her face set in a determined glare, Applejack turns and leaves the room without another word. Her pussy winks at you again as she leaves.

Several seconds after the door shuts, you sigh long and low. Clenching the covers, you pull them back up over your body, making sure to cover yourself all the way up to the neck. The sheet brushes uncomfortably against your still-erect cock.

Tomorrow morning. You'll leave tomorrow morning.

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Applejack looks like hell. You can't imagine she got any sleep after she left your room last night. You didn't either, truth be told, but for her to look this bad you had the feeling she hadn't been getting much sleep at all recently. She doesn't even seem to notice when you enter the barn, or shut the door loudly behind you. Clearing your throat finally gets her attention, a vaguely panicked look on her face at your sudden relative proximity.

“Anon... what're you doin' here? Where's Big Mac?”

You tell her that Big Macintosh is still finishing breakfast, and that he'll be headed out into the orchard directly afterward. He wouldn't be expecting you to join him – you were leaving the farm today.

“Leavin'? ...Why?”

Haltingly, you search for the right words before telling Applejack that you just feel very awkward here. You appreciate all her help, but you can manage the last few days of the Heat on your own.

As you speak, Applejack's face shifts. Gradually, widened eyes turn to narrowed ones; lips turn downward into a frown. You're a little confused. You thought she'd be more relieved about this. You weren't about to reveal to her that you'd been awake last night, but she hadn't seemed particularly happy then.

“Ahh. I see how it is, now.”

What does she mean?

Applejack takes a single step towards you, her face shifting into a sneer. There is a hardness in her eyes, now, that you've never seen in the considerate pony before.

“Ya'll think this is funny, huh? Ya think you're too good for Apple family hospitality. Think you can just do whatever you want, doncha?”

Applejack takes another step forward, and this time you step back to match it. The farm pony continues unheeding.

“You've been teasin' me since the minute you got here. Ah take you in, welcome you, care for you, and you been laughin' at me the whole time! Waving that flank in mah face, flirting, trying to tempt me with that... cock!” She struggles with that last word, as though controlling herself through saying it takes all of her effort.The light in Applejack's eyes has turned manic, her mind producing the kind of logic only raging hormones could invoke. You glance behind you. The door isn't far.

But Applejack follows your gaze. “Oh, no you don't.” She growls. “You started this, Anon, and I intend to make you take responsibility fer your actions. 'Bout time I taught you a lesson on proper respect!” Lowering her head, she sprints towards you.

You scramble backward, but Applejack is much faster. You raise your arms defensively to grab at her, but are caught off guard when the orange pony instead goes right past you. You try to spin around to follow her movement, but too late. With a single light kick, Applejack strikes you in the back of the knee, instantly folding your leg and putting you on your knees. You turn halfway towards her, beginning to rise, but once more she's ahead of you. With a half turn of her own, Applejack turns her hindquarters towards you. Lifting her tail, she presses backwards hard. You find yourself pinned, your head sandwiched between the wooden wall of the barn, and Applejack's cunt.

Immediately, the mare begins to grind and rub against you, her aching flesh burning with delight as it finally, finally finds the stimulation it has longed for. “Ha... Still think teasing honest, hardworking farm girls in heat is funny?”

Applejack is already wet, her hot slit pouring out juices. You try to push back against her, to at least make some room, but the earth pony's muscles easily overpower yours. She takes her time, rubbing her gash up and down against you with increasing deliberateness.Your face rapidly becomes coated in a thin sheen of the farm girl's excitement. You can't help but be completely fixated on the hot softness of her flesh as it presses against you. Your whole world is filled with the sight, sound, scent, and feel of her sex.

You're not struggling that much now.

Applejack mumbles as she continues to bathe your face in her generous fluids. “This's... probably what you wanted all along, huh? Yeah, I bet buryin' your face in my nethers is a dream come true.” She chuckles faintly to herself, grinding her slit along your nose. “Well, I reckon I can oblige. Yer mine now, Anon. Any mare comes within a hundred feet is gonna smell me all over you. They're gonna know exactly what that smell means, exactly how you wound up with it. Property of Applejack.”

Your entire body feels like it's burning up. You breathe deeply, panting as best you can through Applejack's continued ministrations. It's getting increasingly hard to think clearly. This is all so incredibly fucked up.

You take hold of Applejack's flanks in both hands, resting them on her cutie mark to ensure a nice solid grip, and give a long, hard, needy lick along the length of her slit. You don't care anymore.

Applejack stiffens, but only for a moment. She looks back over her shoulder at you, fierce green eyes burning into you. She gives a cute little growl. “'Bout time. Now then, I do believe you have somethin' that belongs to ME.” Finally releasing you from your soft, wet prison, Applejack goes to work. A flurry of hooves and teeth later, you find yourself completely disrobed. Your dick stands at attention, and you find yourself eerily reminded of last night.

This time, Applejack isn't holding back. She quickly pulls a rope down from its resting place hanging on the adjacent wall, lassoing you in a single deft movement. You begin to protest, but she's having none of it, and secures the knot around your torso. Your arms are completely bound.

“Sorry, partner.” she says as she straddles your prone form, not at all sounding sorry, “but today, we're doing things my way.” She drops down hard, impaling herself on your prick.

Applejack is already soaked, and she takes your entire length in a single motion. You gasp, reflexibly straining against your bonds – she feels better than you thought possible, trapping your entire length in a hell of hot, wet, soft pleasure. Applejack grins down at you in elation, her mood instantly and dramatically improved. She finally gets what she has craved for nearly a week. “Oh, we're just getting' started, sugarcube.” Lifting herself up just slightly, she slams back down against you once more.

You grit your teeth – the feel of your cock parting her folds is so good it almost hurts. All you want is more, but you're not sure if you can handle it.

Applejack isn't asking. Her pony pussy winks around you, further milking your overwhelmed cock with her powerful muscles. She smirks at your wide-eyed reaction, enjoying the feeling of power over you. She grinds her hips against yours, working your prick inside her sex and continuing the massage of her eager contractions. “What's the matter, Anon?” She asks softly – almost whispering – as she leans in close to your face. “This farm girl's pussy too much for ya?” She locks gazes with you, staring unblinkingly into your eyes as she rides your shaft, completely in control.

And it is too much – Applejack's pussy has conquered you. You begin to moan and buck against her as best you can, desperate for more of that wonderful stimulation, simultaneously needing her cunt and being overwhelmed by it. You beg. Please, Applejack, please please please...

“Good boy,” Applejack pants. “Here's your reward.” Your submission sends a fresh rush of victorious pleasure through the orange mare. She feels her own orgasm not long off now – every nerve in her sex is is alive with pleasure, and begs for more. She pumps up and down, pulling you in and out of her body. Her pussy winks wildly all the while, furthering compounding the sensation. “Oooooooh, fuuuuuuuck!”

The two of you cum screaming at the same time, your cock spewing long strands of hot cum into Applejack's receptive depths even as she tightens around you, pussy rhythmically squeezing to get out every last drop. Your cock jerks again and again, filling the cute pony's stuffed pussy to the brim, and then spilling your seed out to pool against you. Applejack collapses against your chest, panting and trembling in the aftershocks of her orgasm.

A minute or two later, she finally, gingerly lifts herself free of you with a soft sigh. A long, unbroken strand of cum trails from her sex to your cockhead. She smiles at you, any trace of lust-driven madness vanished from her eyes. In fact, you're not sure you've ever seen her looking quite so relieved and carefree.

“Thanks, Anon. That was really nice.” Without another word, she turns and leaves the barn, a smile still etched across her face. As she goes, you get a good look at her pussy, still stuffed and slowly oozing your seed. Just how much did you put in her!?

Applejack returns a couple minutes later – hopefully having remembered despite her blissful haze that she'd left you tied up. You're a little confused when she instead drops a plate of plain, but satisfying food and glass of water on the ground next to you. Uh, Applejack? You're still tied up...

She chuckles. “Well, yeah. 'Course you are. Didn't want you leavin' too soon. Guess you can't eat that way, though...” With a few deft movements, she removes your bindings. “Here you go, made you some lunch. I gotta work the field for a bit. Better keep your strength up, I reckon I'll be back in two or three hours. Heat ain't over yet, lover boy.” Once more, the orange pony leaves the barn, an uncharacteristically upbeat spring in her step.

You look to the food – a sandwich, a small slice of apple pie, and some cornbread. Looking up, you also see the back door of the barn. You think you know the layout of Sweet Apple Acres well enough that you could escape completely unseen that way, if you stuck to some of the bushes. It's probably the much saner option. And the sooner, the better. The image of Applejack's needy pussy filling your vision springs vividly to mind once more.

You make yourself comfortable as you sit down to eat your meal. Like Applejack said, you're going to need to keep your strength up.