Harvest Hooty-heiney
Day 1


Written by Septia.


-Kltcch- The wooden tankard clacked against the table. Throughout the room anticipation ruled with baited breaths. 
	“Come on… come on…” Came a whisper through the silence. 
	-Crrnnch- A crank of the tap, and… -Frrrhhssssh- A torrent of brilliant amber flushed through the tip to foam into the mug. 
	“Hoooo nelly,” Applejack burst out, joined in a chorus of cheers from the stocked barn. She trotted up to stand by the first tapped barrel of this year's cider, and looked out over the crowd; Apple family members dotted the room, but the majority was a collection of earth ponies, pegasi, unicorns, griffons, and changelings. All the new farm hooves they had accepted, bearing witness to the fruits of their labour. 
	“Everypony, ah can't begin ta thank ya'll enough. A few years back, ah'd never consider opening up the farm to so many. But, it's in realising us laying stubborn notions ta rest, and all ya'lls tremendous aid, that we've managed to make enough cider for all of Ponyville, and then sum,” she called out to a roil of cheers. The mare brought her hat to her chest. “It is a great honor, to consider ya'll part of the apple family orchard, and, mah friends.” 
	“Aaawww.” 
	“Awwww.” 
	“Awaww.” Came from the audience as a new warmth spread amid the scent of sweat and hay. 
	“Phoooweee,” rose a wrinkled yet spry voice, “but ah say, what's so good 'bout a bunch a barrels of cider, if their ain't no pony ta drink with?” Granny smith proclaimed. 
	To which Applejack raised her hat. “Ya'll heard her. You've all worked like apples, and now, is time tah play like apples too, let the cider flow~,” she announced as barrels were rolled up and tapped, and ponies flocked to fill up their tankards. Fiddlesticks took the cue, and music filled the barn. 
	Applejack wiped her brow before putting on her hat, stepping down off the table and brushing over her white vest, which’s fancy was starting to itch. It had been quite a summer, spent with wonderful new ponies so willing to help out with the farm. She had thought it would have meant a bit less work, though even now, musky brine clumped at her orange coat, gumming her vest and blue work shorts to her hide. This was quite a momentous get celebration, though all she wanted was to let loose and get out of these duds. 
	“Applejack, hi~.” 
	“Pink Lady, glad ya could make it.” Applejack hugged her cousin before passing one another. 
	“Applejack.” 
	“Tornado tail, thanks again for all ya hard work.” Another hug was given, though this one -Sllfpfht- sounded sticky on the way back. “Pardon, guess ah've still been puttin’ in a lotta work.” 
	“Wouldn't have it any other way, dude,” the griffon ensured. 
	More a more ponies, more and more hugs and hoofshakes and triumphant gestures. Up until she reached out for another embrace. But was stopped by a tankard pushed to her chest. 
	The changeling holding it put on a big smile. “You haven't gotten a drop yet yerself.” 
	Applejack scoffed with a smile, and took the tankard. “'Preciated, Jolle, this one's fer you.” She said and brought the tankard to her lips. -Gllogmpl- -Bflgoomph- -Oogmgnh- In the same swig the farm mare chugged gulp after gulp of cider, stumbling backwards as her head went higher, until… -Dffrrshhfttwp- she slumped flank first into a heap of a hay hill along the walls. 
	“Oomph, phaaaa.” -Huuuraraaalooollrpsp- A gale wind of guttural growls rippled past her lips along streamers of foam, tainting the air in the fermented tang of pressed apples, to the point it brought forth a citrus tartness to the belch; a flavour that would gradually blanket the barn. 
	“Phaa…” Applejack sighed as she sloughed back in the hay, lounging to a sprawl. She was met by some cheers from farm hooves resting with her in the heap. More soon joined with their own filled mugs. The mare scooched right out of her blue duds as she collapsed into the heap, aided by the tent protruding and grinding up the cloth before -Sfnfnthg- springing forth, the mare's meat twitching proud and stiff, to dip only as the mare begun to truly unwind.
	“Phoooa, that's how it's done,” she huffed. -Bbwnngbn- The quick raise of her chest sprawled down along her frame, rolling through the plush layer of pudge budding on her barrel up to rattling out to the peaks of the love handles pinched up over he above her hind. Dunes of soft blubber jiggled like the rising cusp of a springy muffin. Though, whilst the mare relaxed and chugged another mouthful of cider, one could see underneath this cloak of blubber formed sturdy brawn. Abdominals clustered together and protruding up in her barrel whilst with each breath. A sturdy core wrapped in a snug blubber-blanket for cuddles. 
	“Geeze girl, you even drink hard,” an auburn mare noted, “do you ever relax?” 
	“Sure ah do, but, this is still all a bit much for me.” 
	“Haven't we worked together for many moons by now?” 
	“Yeah course, but… just, look out there,” she said and gestured to the open doors, into the mid-afternoon, and the stretching fields of apple trees sprawled across the orchard, “so many new trees planted, so many new uns thriving, maybe it is just mah eyes but, Ah even feel the grass's gone greener ever since the spring. Ah never thought there'd be so many willin' ta help out.” 
	“Applejack I only wished you'da asked sooner.” 
	“Yeah. Ah’ve nevah felt so alive and full ah energy evah since workin' on the farm.” 
	“Yeah we crushed it.” The farmhooves around her cheered and dunked their mugs together for a swig. 
	“You guys…~” Applejack sniffled, cheeks dusted with pink. -Ghrbglglpghs- A rumble shook through Applejack's gut. Dancing batches of soft pudge punctuated by a flex of her brawn imprinting into the soft tissue, as her body clenched for the growl to delve deeper… -Pppbfbrrwhtphhhfffwgrth- A thick burst flushed from the mare's flanks, the flatulence burrowing and dispersing in the hay below her to seep outwards and upwards with a confetti of straw through stacks of billowing smog. The surrounding heap rustled with the rather ripe rump remedy. The radiant heat felt through the sitting farm hooves, who in turn felt quivers rising up their backs. 
	“Pardon, heh, That cider went right through me, guess ah've been neglecting dinner, what with there being so much to do.” 
	Several of the ponies exchanged glances. 
	“Applejack, we can't have that.” A stallion-mare said with a flap of his eyebrows. 
	“Phff, m is fine. Though, well, Ah suppose,” Applejack said and shifted in the hay, raising her hind off the stack until -Sllpth- The two buns clapped and rested onto each other as doughy folds of chubby flank brawn. “Ah could if any o ya'll are inclined to, help gimmie a hoof with the whole dinner situation, ah'd be more than happy to offer some genuine apple family hospitality,” she said with a sultry twang to her jovial tone, jiggling her cheeks, so they bobbed free from the last stretch of her duds -Pfprrht- with a faint puff rattling the exposed flanks. 
	The farm hooves looked to each other, then nearly all of them raised their hoof into the air. “I'd be happy to hel-.” 
	“Hey I'm pudgier, I'd make a more filing-.” 
	“Dudes, this is Aj's decision.” 
	“Applejack chuckled. “Aww, well, if ya insist, Ah've sures built an appetite.” Shooed between them, before wrapping a hoof around them. “Yer… m-… ah… March… March Fluff, right?” 
	The mare smiled and nodded so her bushy, poofy mane bobbed. “Thank you so much for remembering, sorry for the bother though, but soon you can just call me butt butter~.” 
	“Well, aren't cha just the sweetest thing. Ah bet ya'll make sum hearty flank food.” Applejack guided the mare's head down towards her hind, brushing over her mane as she pushed them against he plush cheeks. 
	March nuzzled her snoot right up between her cheeks, plying the pudge apart to the pulsating ponut, pinched taut before it spluttered -Bbbrrfffmmfmphhththstsths- -Fpprrhhthts- Billowing clouds of lime smog filtered out through the orange fanny, soaking the mare's face in the brunt of the rump ripened malodour of prickly fruit pulp. 
	“Mfmwpfmm.” March huffed out into the cheeks with a broad smile, beaming hearts in her eyes as she soaked in the guttural gust. 
	“Phooey, well iffen ya liked that, ah got lots more for ya up there, now… giddiy up…~. Mmfpfh.” Applejack huffed out as she eased her pucker open, gaping into a tunnel of furrowed flesh and drippling bowl drool, before tucking the pony's face up through the pillowy trenches and -Slpghthhtpstsh- fitting through the snug cleft the farm mare's depths. -Grhrhflfprshtthsts- A rustle of crinkles vibrated from dampened clutches of Applejack's haunches. The brim within warped over the earth pony's muzzle. Slick meat crawled down their features and slicking their ears back under the damp clutches of the bowels, as the pony's head guided through the moist embrace. -Flcpthsh- -Clpfshthts- Applejack's pucker clenching and pinching down over the fluff of a mane crowning the mare's head she tucked the snack deeper, letting out a few huffs from tensing her hind muscles. 
	“Phew, th mfphs phoso, is that a helpful farm hoof, or think ya could give em a hoof? Your mane feels smooth in my rump but its like working mahself down a broom.” 
	“Oh fmms mfah pha, o-of course,” March fluff responded, shaking her head a bit in the cheeks which rattled throughout Applejack's body. Blubber clamping down on March around March's face as she wedged her hooves in between the cheeks and -Spfllrprtsh- Pried open the pucker to fit the circumference of the head, -Sllpfhfhts- a slick trailing of the walls of flesh whilst they wormed their way down the mare's head and pinched to pulsate around her hooves and neck. 
	Applejacks' abdomen protruding right behind her shaft which twitched form the rear intrusion, the outlines of the mare's muzzle sculpted forth under her coat whilst she wiggle down her hind on the helpful snack. “Phsoo, much obliged, that's working together we'll get you tucked up mah bum lickedy split,” Applejack assured and wound her cheeks back into the heap, a humid tremor of expanding bowls accompanied by the crinkle of polishing flesh -Bghrlrlpghhgssgh- -Chhrrl- -CLslfhths- fanning from her hind as her cheeks engulfed the mare's front hooves, sinking past her shoulders with the creaks of a well oiled pout warping ahead -Schhprhrs-.
	Within the clutches of her rear, March felt the dampness of zymurgy cellar, a steamy character of yellowed apple mush sinking in through her nostrils, mingling with the raw musk of a working mare soaking her muscle in brine. -Spfbrhrhrpththhts- The walls oscillated around a flood of fumes whistling past her body and soaking in a sharp pungency and dash of pepper -Flprrhhtpthhthssst-. The rippling of the pucker easing Applejack's cheeks down along March Fluff's barrel. Gradually the mare's arching contours bloated out on Applejack's front, contained by the flexing layer of pudge and brawn crowding her stomach, as the mare wound herself deeper and deeper up her bowels. 
	-Grflsfrrlchs- March felt the bowels churn and undulate around her, kneading in with a moist clench of bow guttural grease and lubricants soaking into her frame. She was glued to the rippling walls of Applejack's tush. With the flood of salty, tart odours and oily swabs, beginning to immerse herself in the role of a pickled apple, belonging whole form to the family. 
	“Mmfpfh mpsha…” Applejack huffed, wringing her rear back and fort, cheeks clamping around Arch's tush, the thighs bearing the three cotton ball cutiemark framed by the orange mare's fanny bearing down on her. “Mfms just, ammmfoabout got ehmsm there, phew, sure are afms a filling morsel,” she said and scratched thunder the bulge of March's chin at her abdomen. 


The twang of a violin stings cut through the atmosphere, and with a steady rhythm, the music took hold in, ramping up its pace with an infectious bridge. 
	“Mmhm soo, hey, butt butter, ah think I know just the way to git ya done, and start to work off some of the flab ya'll inevitable plaster on my flank, giddy up.” she called out and hoisted herself off the heap with March's legs flailing out her cheek,- Ggpgshgshba- gut sloughing to a gurgle at her front as she set off to the middle of the barn and jointed in the coming dance. 
	“Yeeeehaw,” she called out as the line of dancers formed, stomping hooves thunderous stomps from dozens of hooves and cheer of hollers charging the atmosphere. -Clflprhthhs- With each stomp and sway -Slpghthbgh- Applejack's cheeks clapped together over the mare's buns, working them inwards with the hops and -Clgpththsg- spins on the dance floor. -Sflplthths- Hoisting stretches of the mare up through the canyon go soaked in throaty residue of hard work, and tucked up into the depths of the mare's jostling barrel. 
	“Yeeeee haw, come on everypony, you know the moves, just, mfm-clpthts-, let loose,” Applejack cheered as she wrung her rear to -Cllfprhpthsa- let it engulf March's hind legs, only the wiggling tips of the cyan hooves poking out in the doughy clutches of the dancing buns, fling with the flapping tail curling around Applejack's. S-cllpghthg- Her gut heaved and slourched about, the clear outlines melded together into a mishmash of bumps and protrusions as the mare was heaved higher. Then, in a rousing spin from the flinging belly -Sglphghtbths- with a heaving along Applejack's motions -Sfhhthrlwlfptus- the torque sucked in the last length of the mare, -Chlffhthts- hauling her hooves and tail into the gaping pucker, and tucking along Applejack's own yellow tail in the same tuck. -Scllpghtpghghsua- Applejack's gut tummy protrude to the girth of a whole, healthy pony locked in her lower intestines with the final swing. Feeling her tail crammed within, reigning in herself with tension. -Bllgpthths a- broiling boil rippled through her abdomen- Towards the crescendo of the music, seeing Applejack's brewing pressure, other apple family members ground their full guts to the ground or massages their throats, raising hind and muzzle high in tandem as the final notes came. Together, they all let out tumultuous -Grhhaaauauurrosp- -Bhuraahahruursp- -Bfbrrffwwrth- -Ffhhrrbbbvwwrth-   and… -Fbbrrpwrrrwwrrrrppfthhss- she matched the ultimate note of the hootenanny with a guttural expulsion blowing out a roaring steam cloud of pale green smoke and hauling out tail in the gust. -Slfpths- The freed tail flicking off thick splotches of colon fluids in the wake of the mired stank of a mulched apple bog. 
	And as the song ended, a farm hoof called out. “And now that's what we call a tailwind.” 
	A cheerful chuckle spread through the dancing crowd, as Applejack took a movement to wipe her brow and rub at the bundles of lumps clogging up her barrel, sucking in a breath through her snout in satisfaction. 
	“Phaa, really hit the spot March mulch.” she cooed and -Sclptch- gave their pony engorged mare a friendly spank. 


~ 1 ~


-Twhhddwkpmp- Applejack's hind slammed back into the hay. -Grkgphsbtlpghtsh- With her gut sagging behind in a meaty jostle, prodding to and fro with March wiggling about through the mare's engorged middle. 
	“Mmfpghwg. Mwpwd, mmsgpgh. Mwmgyrmgpgsh.” Squeals and coos rippled out along with the -Ghrllblsh- Gurgles and churns of the mare's abdomen. Folds of blubber formed under the resonating struggle, waves of surface chub warping morphing along the clogged gut in with soothing -Grhrbbgs- -Clpghhhghs-. The rustling gut even bounding forth to brush against Applejack's shaft, the making her firm meat weave and sway along the motions of the tumultuous gut. 
	“Photo, settle down, Ah can assure you were delicious, just the sweet thang my ass needed to snack on, mfs, though you armmf, making it a touch hard to reach.” She mumbled hooves stretching and -Blglpth- moulding into the gut bump blocking her path towards her shaft. After a few attempts, she noticed she'd garnered the attention of a yellow stallion. Her eyebrows sloped to a sultry slant, and let her fishing pole bob, the rich, pink meat luring the stallion closer, till his cheeks match its hue. “Ah know You've already helped more than enough, but, if you wouldn't mind, therse still a task I could use a healthy tongue foourush nelly.” 
	Applejack shuddered as a flush tongue planted itself at the base of her shaft, the pale stallion drawing up along her mighty mast, shifting his leverage forwards to push the twitching pole back the higher he went -Sbbthtsb- Till it ploughed into the soft gut sack, parting the flab around the pole and forming crevice the stallion's neck slotted into perfectly. His eyes peeked up at her, whilst the gut churned and jostled between them. -Scllfhprth- Then wrapped his lips over the tip, slowly cloaking the flared head in a blanket of salivating humidity, eliciting a twang of gratification through Applejack's frame, her spine shuddering from the back of her neck to the head of her cock. -Slpfth- Spilling some premature cider down the stallion's cheeks. 
	“Phoroa wohoey, You sure know how to work that mouth?” 
	The stallion's lips puckered to a kiss on her mast to free his maw. “I've got experience, and really look like you look like you need to unwind some,” he said before hoisting a tankard, chugging down the whole bath for a boost of energy, panting out a warm breath of musty cider air down her shaft before… -Sfllfpthhts- wrapping his lips along the head, and dipping down, bobbing into the blubber whilst devouring her dick, his Viagra mane scuffing up as it swabs and weaved against the billowing blubber pushing and jostling down Applejack's barrel. Drooling streams of cider and spittle swept over Applejack's member, their flare throbbing in the back of the stallion's maw, contained and massaged by his neck working over her stressed erection. “Mfmfsn aohh hold it there cow pony ah mgms ooa... phooie. Didn't expect to get a workout this soon after eatin'.” Applejack huffed out between slick wheezes of the stallion delving deep down her steady crotch trunk. 
	“Mfmmpf gmpsghsh,” he mumbled and gargled around her dick. 
	“Fmmwpggmsp, Wmpf fmwpgs-.” Came the muffled mumbles from her gut in turn as his head kneaded into the folds of dunes of her abdomen, Applejack left to massaging down the bumps on her gut as the stallion swallowed her cock. 
	Around them, the part more and more ponies saw how casual and rowdy the party was getting, and gradually the surrounding celebrations was corrupted to a beautiful tapestry of lust and hunger. 


~ 2 ~


-Bbfrrbglfpgblflpshths- A bubbling flutter of smog boiled out Applejack's hind, fluttering her tail in the escaping vapours of vinegar and greasy rust, soaking the stallion resting between her thighs. 
	“Phaaa~.” He let out with a warm sigh. Atop his muzzle sprawled Applejack’s dick, flaccid, thick, heavy, slumped along the arch of his muzzle with her portly sac weighing into his silver mane. The mast radiating an aura of pheromones with raw, hot musk imbued with a tang of saliva and the tart crisp of cider which percolated along the wet slab of meat. A lingering moist of pulp and lust soaking him. All around them the festivities were trail winding down. -Bhruuaalp- -Fbbrrwwrrtph- A belch there, or a bout of flatulence venting there. There were a few less at the party since its start, though all were just as satisfied. 
	“Pho, thank ya, didn't realise how much I had pent up.” 
	-Glgmgpsh- the stallion swallowed. “I did~.” 
	“What's ya name? Don't mf mtoo hazy to remember-.”
	“Twinkle,” he responded, “I am an actor, of sorts.” 
	“Oh, right.” -Bhghrllgbgbpsggh- -Clhhrrlpfhts- Applejack's gut growled above him, smoothened and slopping gently in sluggish heaves like a sack full of batter, surfaced smoothed to a hefty lump weighing down her barrel. “Heh, If yer looking for lodging for the night, I got a hole you could starr-in, or ehm, get the main hole, eurh, back stage…” Applejack mumbled, stumbling through her words. 
	Twinkle giggled. “Haven't had enough already?” 
	“Its been a long day, Ah could go for seconds,” she smushed and flapped her tail revolved to her side, sandwiching him between her thighs and flickinge her tail out of the way. 
	Twinkle wiggle up to her cheeks, nuzzling into he hind and giving each cheek a smooch before sinking into their grasp. “
	“Mfmfs, ooh yeah~.” Applejack huffed, her pucker twitching ahead of Twinkle's muzzle, stretching and warping open to a wide gape, enough for the stallion to -Sllflfpwhfhfbthsh- slot his muzzle right into, the slick brim clamping around his head and twitching over his ears, plastering in a film of congealed bowel lube through his mane and matting his coat as it contorted past his head, -Sflfpshths- trawling closed as he sunk into her trenches, the puffy brim of flesh settling snug around his neck in a collar of rugulose flesh, winking to massage and -Sflfpshtsh- a crinkle along his neck.
	“Mfms mpha…” Applejack sighed and slumped back, her cheeks weighing down on Twinkle's shoulder and smothering his chest. 
	“Mmpfh gmgpsh?” He mumbled out. Mmfsm “You are quite a big meal, Ah'm gonna pace myself, if that's alright?” 
	“Mfmwf wmmg.” The stallion huffed out.” 
	“Glad ta hear, cus ifm smpfh mfmpsh… that's the tickert.” -Fbbrrpprf -BBrllffmotptptotths- A blubbering roar of boiling fumes through Applejack's depths, the fruity vinaigrette exhaust coming to a halt at the pony lodged up her hind, a few vents of -flflt- fumes whistling around his neck, whilst the brunt compiled and condensed into a moisture slathering his face in concentrated mare funk. Swirling the cramped bow rectum. 
	“Phew haa, aan effective fart pillow to boot, hope ay dun mind marinating in tha tone for a bit,” Applejack said as she shifted back with a sway of her hind, kneading into and dipping her hooves deep into her gut, rolling bundles pockets of gas down her intestines to build up at her huffing, squirming little plot plug. 


“Mmgfomp oomph. “Phaa… thanks for the pick me up big bro, always got mah back, huh?” Applejack said 
	“Eee-yup,” big mack affirmed, taking the empty cider tankard and hauling it into basket on his back. -Fllbpglptb- -Bpfflflgllrst- A grueling, chunky churn and drag of gooey globules rustled from his middle. As he started to heave off, his gut distended to flatten against he ground by his hooves, with variables in various stages of digestion trailing form the top down towards the smooth cemented bottom. “Whoa, didn't even notice, ya really pigged out today, huh? Ah got quite the glutton of a brother.” 
	“Eee-yup.” 
	“Just makes sure we got enough farm hooves left, then again, we could gather some more come spring.” 
	“Eee-yup.” Big mac smiled, and sauntered of on his journey to collect cups and trash, -Fllfphttb-Glspthg- dragging his heafy gut of churning friends beneath him. 
	“Mfms, wheelp,” -Fllpfbhtht, Applejack was interrupted by a flush of mists trickling through her hind, around the neck of the stallion still lodged in her rear, moaning gently with his nape soaked in liquid farts. 
	“Mmfs, yeah Twinkle, that's bout time to hit the hay proper for tonight, reckon I've kept you stewing up my bum long enough that you'dmmf be a smooth sailing from 'ere.” She huffed out as he stood, stomach dipping like teardrop beneath her -Sflpgbths- -Cllpfhthhsts- and her pucker twitching and warping open, trailing over the stallion's neck as the cheeks -Cslpthgs- Clamped together and hoisted him towards in the smoothing hold of her flanks. -Clggphthgs- -Clplgghhts- “Phaaa, right so, just a bit further,” Applejack mumbled as she sauntered out of the barn. With gentle throbs of her cheeks her hind hauled the spent, yellow-fumes marinated stallion up her bowels. 
	-Chhrlrlpghthhgstsha- -Clspthtpw- By the time she'd reached her bed, the pucker warped closer around a shifting pair of hooves, -Cllgpthpghsha- her gut bounced down in her past her lap, -Twllpfhthstwp- where the chunky gruel got a new friend to stir up the clay smoothed bulges. Applejack kneaded around her gut, sinking her hooves into the blubber and -Slflpthg- -Thtbglwlpth- heaved her stomach into her bed. “Phoo hey there, fm easy now,” she muttered. The mare crawling up after her bloated hill of a tummy, shuffling in under the blanket as the springs of her mattress cried -Crrhhhrnrnttng-. 
	“Phaa…” -Smmmch- She gave the tip of her belly a smooch. “Rest easy you two, drop you off a the outhouse come morn, haawwmwmfmfs… fm mha… that's an apple family promise…,” she mumbled, letting her eyelids weight close and drifting away to the chorus of -Hgrlgpghsbh- -Chrlrlpghgs- churns of digestion steamrolling her helpful, meaty morsels.