Farm Labour 101 II

>Night Sequester Your Investor in Equestria

>Be FemAnon

>You find yourself running through the woods on the soles of your leathery feet

>You are not certain how you have come to be here, but you are sure you are looking for something

>The ground is clear of debris as you travel through your particular path and head deeper into the growth

>You come to a few open trees and squeeze your small bust and shapely bottom carefully through them

>The world brightens slightly as you enter a clearing, with trees encircling you and a large stone sits neatly at the center

>Upon the stone sits a red stallion

>His mane flows in the wind casually as he poises himself on a single foreleg

BMc: My dearest! You have come at last! I prayed to my varies Lords to see you safe on your journey

>You look at his face carefully

>He looks like Big Mac, but sounds so... educated!

FA: B-Big Mac? Where are we? What's going on?

>Your head spins as the light dazzles your eyes

>Big Mac shines regally as he stands tall on his perch and speaks to you with his svelte voice

BMc: M'lady, Anonymous! I cannot endure another lonely day without your sweet touch

>He hops from the rock and strides gallantly towards you

BMc: Come with me and I shall take you from your chores and we shall eat cupcakes by the shore's of the Crystal Kingdom. Never again would you need to lift a finger, as I have ten and two servants to service you!

>Your mind wanders a bit, but your spirit soars like the finest of falcons

FA: Oh, Big Macintosh! Is it true? Can I live in luxury by your side!?

>He chuckles lowly at first, but it soon begins to grow into a more sinister sound

BMc: Eeeyup!

>As if a spell breaks upon you, you feel a shift in the wind and a sense of dread grips you

>The sky suddenly takes on a red hue and the ground turns black

>Where once stood your magnificent stallion now stands a malefic red beast

>His mouth foams through a smile of sadistic glee as he nears you and you see a large, barbed horse prick bouncing between his form

>He cackles through sharp teeth and a forked tongue flits cruelly in your direction

BMc: All ya' hafta do is spread yer pretty ass fer me!

>You back up slowly from this devil before you

FA: No, Big Mac! No!

>He laughs as thunder peels across the darkened sky

BMc: Eheheyup!

>His body is set atop you as you scream and the world fades to black

 

>In the next room, almost sleeping soundly

>Be Applejack

>You hear a fearful scream and wake from your nap

>With speed and grace, you spring from your bed and rush into Applebloom's room

>Opening the door, you find a snoozing little filly

>Your heart thumps as you try to think who would be screaming in such fright

>Anonymous!

>You race to your friend's room and burst through the door

>Your eyes look onto a struggling human wrapped in blankets

>You snatch up a corner with your mouth and unwind her quickly

AJ: Anon! What in tarnation's wrong?!

>Anonymous is sitting up on the floor now and trying to cover her small chest with an arm

>She sleeps in the nude most of the time yet is always concerned about somep0ny seeing her naked

>Go figure

FA: I... I had a nightmare...

AJ: Well, take it easy, girl! Yer safe here, no Boogie-Pony 'round ta' get ya'

>You see her heave a few times before her features soften

FA: Yeah, it was just a bad dream. Sorry about waking you up...

>Anon looks a little shaky and you attempt to comfort her

AJ: Well... uh, think you can get back to sleep?

FA: Maybe...

>You give her a stern look

FA: OK... definitely not

AJ: Would talkin' 'bout it help?

FA: NO!

>The noise nearly takes your head off

>Anon cups her mouth and apologizes

FA: Sorry... I mean, no, it won't. But, thanks

AJ: Well... if ya' need a glass a' water, yer welcome ta' anythin' downstairs

>You set to your hooves and walk out

 

>Be FemAnon the frightened

>As Applejack leaves you, you pick yourself up

>The cool night air feel incredible on your bare skin and you thank the stars you left the window open

>You quickly pull on your shirt, which is thankfully long enough to cover your hips

>It's tough only have one set of clothes!

>You tip toe through your doorway into the pitch blackness

>You miss having a light switch that could simply illuminate your entire apartment with a tiny flick of the wrist

>It takes a few moments to navigate the stairway, but you make your way into the kitchen without knocking anything over

>You fill up a glass of water in your shaking hand and drink it slowly

>Each gulp clears your throat and helps your body relax

>Water in Equestria is truly delicious

>You rinse your cup and lay it in the dish bin

>A sudden creaking of floorboards sends you jumping for cover

>You land somewhere behind the table and listen carefully for any other sound

>The only thing you can hear is your heart pounding in your terrified throat

FA: Anonymous... stop being a coward...

>You chuckle in your head at your behaviour

>Although you are French, still, dreams are dreams!

>You begin your climb up the steps again and manage to survive long enough to enter the hallway

>As you take your first step towards your room, you hear the creaking of hinges as another door opens

>Your muscles freeze in place despite your brain urging you to get in your room

>It is too late as a red figure appears in the hallway in front of you

>It moves closer on heavy hooves as you scarcely breathe

>Big Mac approaches to within three meters of you

>His big mouth opens wide before he pats his face with a hoof

BMc: Anon? What're ya' doin' up so early?

>You cannot speak

BMc: Alright, ya' jus' hangout there... thirsty...

>He walks past you with another tired yawn and you hear the stairs buckling under him

>You don't know what had come over you at that moment, but it passes

>You quickly run into your room and shut the door

>Sadly, there is no lock

FA: Keep it together, Anonymous! You'll be fine... you're off tomorrow... you can go out all day and not even worry about seeing him!

>You wring your hands like a maniac as you plan your escape

>You sit in bed for another few minutes before you finally get to sleep

>The world fades out as you drift off to a dreamless night

>The next morning, you are the first one up and out of bed

>You slip on your pants, but forgo your panties

>They smell of stallion sweat and other various, shameful fluids

>You leave them on your bed before tying your bag of bits around you

>In no time, you are out the door and making tracks towards the town

>It takes you a few minutes, but you come upon Ponyville in all it's glory

>A familiar pink mare is standing outside of some store and you approach her closely from behind

>You take a deep breath in the hopes of surprising your distracted friend

>She waves her hoof quickly without so much as turning her head

PP: Oh, hi, Anon! What brings you here?

>Drat, she always knows when you are near!

FA: Oh, nothing, off of work today. Was thinking of going out for... anything really. What are you looking at?

>Pinkie speaks into the window

PP: This store is new and I'm going to figure out what they sell!

FA: Why don't we just go inside?

>Pinkie fidgets and presses her nose closer to the glass

PP: Because I'm window-shopping! If I go in now, I'll have to buy something!

>You chuckle at this pony faux pas

FA: Well, what does it -look- like they're selling?

PP: I dunno... some kind of healthcare products. There's lots of soaps and oils...

FA: Oh, that sounds lovely! We should go in, I will definitely be buying something from here

>Pinkie looks to you with a hopeful smile

PP: You saved me a lot of busy work!

>You tap your friend's shoulder as you hold the door open

>She struts through with her head held high and grins

>You step in next and your nose is immediately assaulted by amazing fragrances

>Pinkie bounces from shelf to shelf, sizing up each bottle in her view

>She returns to you with a small triangular vial in her hooves

PP: Hey! This one smells really nice!

>You palm the bottle and read it as best you can

FA: Sensations... by Herb Blossom. Eh, why not?

>You spray a dab on you and sniff

>It is some kind of mixture of hay, wheat grass and lemon

>Not quite your thing

>Pinkie sniffs you next and beams happily

PP: Ooh~! Anon, you smell so good with that! Ooh, ooh~! Try this oval one next!

>You do as asked to find the smell of a more fragrant flower with a hint of dry grass

PP: Mmm, who knew you were so good at wearing perfume! Rarity would be jealous~

>She sniffs you a few more times before getting oddly close

>You feel a wet sort of something run over your arm before feeling Pinkie nuzzling your hand

FA: Ah, Pinkie Pie?

PP: Ohh, Anon... I never sniffed something so super fantastical liked this before!

>You smell your wrist again, yet do not find this amazing scent Pinkie seems to be picking up

FA: Are you sure it's me?

PP: Oh, more than sure! My nose knows, you know?

FA: I just don't smell it... all this stuff kind of smells like airy woods and outdoors

>Pinkie sniffs at your hand, this time and licks your fingers

>You retreat your digits to your chest and stare at her with a hint of shock

FA: Pinkie Pie! What's the matter with you?

PP: I... I don't know... you smell so amazing right now! S-sorry I got a little too personal

>She chuckles nervously with you, but you pat her mane and ease her fears

FA: It's fine... maybe we'll just leave... you want to grab a bite at Sugarcube Corner?

>Pinkie seems a little hazy, but finally agrees

>You grab a small vial of shampoo on the way out for a meager handful of bits and proceed down the street

FA: Do you know the special of the day?

>Pinkie's nose presses in and out and her eyes roll slightly in place

>You snap your fingers before she comes too

PP: Oh? Yeah... it's, um... coconut filled cupcakes!

FA: Ah, sounds yummy!

>Pinkie leans closer to you and sighs happily

PP: Yeah... yummy~

>You pay the little pink pony no mind as your both walk on

>It takes a few more minutes before you arrive and you are surprised to see no line today

>In fact, you are certain the store would be closed from the outside

FA: Are they open today?

>Pinkie looks around quickly before smiling a half dazed smile

PP: Sure they are! They might be on break... don't worry, your ol' pal, Pinkie, will get you in!

>She brandishes a key and quickly enters

>You follow closely

>Upon entering, you notice that most of the tables are up and the lights are off

>This must be some kind of advanced form of break!

>Pinkie quickly trots behind the counter and flicks a switch

>The little bakery comes to life as you sit at a bar stool opposite the counter

PP: So, what can I get you?

FA: I'll have the special! How much was that again?

PP: For my -good- friend? Nothing at all!

>You smile at Pinkie before she disappears into the kitchen

>Seconds later, she appears with a small plate and a neat looking dessert in hoof

>She lays it before you and bows

PP: Bon apatite!

FA: Merci beacoup!

>You greedily dig into the cupcake

>The first bite sees cake and frosting on your teeth as your munch in a rather unladylike fashion

>You lick frosting from your finger tips as you look to Pinkie

>Pinkie, however, seems transfixed on your now wet fingers and she drools a little on herself

FA: Oh, sorry, did you want a piece?

>She nods silently

>You hold out the piece of cupcake and see eats it from your hand

>Her warm muzzle feels so soft and her thick wet tongue cleans your fingers in smooth strokes

>You giggle for the moment

>Pinkie continues to lick at your hand and suckles at your fingers

FA: OK, I think you got it all

>You giggle again

>You look down to see two icy blue eyes peering up at you

>Pinkie's strong jaws encircle your index finger and suckle lightly at the tips

>If you had not known better, you swear she was trying to tell you something

>You attempt to pull your hand back only to have Pinkie suck slightly harder

>Your fingers dislodge with a wet popping noise and Pinkie stands before you panting slightly

FA: P-Pinkie? Is everything alright?

PP: You smell so good... oh, gosh...

>You hear the sound of a tiny splatter of water hitting the ground behind Pinkie Pie

>Her hind legs draw together and she blushes a little

PP: H-hey... Anon... uh... strange question, but, ah... could you... do you like, um... you want another cupcake?

>You stare curiously at her before nodding that you would

>She staggers off carefully and you start to worry about your little friend

>Before you have too much time to think, Pinkie returns with two more flavours

PP: OK, try this one! It's lemon seed and hazelnut

>You take a bite of it and smile at the deliciously complex flavours

>Pinkie watches as you eat it and her tongue hangs slightly from her mouth

PP: Alright, the next one is going to cost you though

FA: Alright, sure, how much?

PP: Depends how much you like it~

>Pinkie flutters her eyes at you quickly

>Sure, why not?

>You take a bite and let go a sigh of unadulterated happiness

FA: Oh, yes! This tastes like apples, honey, something nutty, a little fruity, oh so chewy and positively incredible! What is this?

>A hoof pushes your hand and the cupcake down as Pinkie stares into your eyes

PP: So, you liked it a lot, huh?

FA: I do! I don't care what this costs! I need a dozen!

PP: OK, close your eyes... I want you taste a mystery cupcake and see if you like it more first. OK? No peaking!

>Oh, Pinkie Pie, always the silly one

>You do as instructed and lean in so as to make reaching your mouth easier

>You feel something sweet touch your lips and open your mouth a little

>It tastes a little creamy, a little warm, very sweet

>You eyebrows twist as you try to figure out the flavour

>A sudden realization dawns on you as a furred hoof cups your cheek and a warm, saccharine tongue slips past your lips

>You feel hot breath push against your mouth and nose as Pinkie steals this kiss from you

>Your head swims a bit as you envision the scene

>She breaks the kiss after a short minute

>You open your eyes and see Pinkie with a toothy grin before you

>Her breathing is irregular, but you assume your own is from the steamy kiss

PP: So... d-did you like it?

>You sit in place, a little confused

>You search for the right words before you even attempt a sentence

FA: I... did not -not- like it...

PP: You, ha~, you want another?

FA: Pinkie, I...

>Before you can summon up a protest, your are silenced by a fuzzy, pink blur

>You both tumble to the floor with Pinkie on you as her lips hold you for dear life

>She holds your head steady as her tongue thoroughly examines your teeth

>This kiss takes a little longer and is a bit sloppier

>When you finally are allowed to breathe, you feel the weight of Pinkie on your chest

PP: Oh, I'm so happy to see you like it! I've been wanting to ask you for so long, but I've never had the courage! That perfume you are wearing just makes me so excited, I could burst!

>You do not believe this is hyperbole

>As you lay under your mare friend, you feel your chest growing damp

PP: Oh, Anon, please help me! I've never had these feelings for another girl, I don't know what to do! All I know is, I really want to be with you like this~!

>She manages to slip her lower body downward into your pants while staring at you with her intense blue orbs

FA: Pinkie, I'm not a lesbian!

>She stops at once as you speak and looks to you with a puzzled face

PP: Well, duh, you're a human! That's OK though! I heard about ponies dating minotaurs and you're almost the same!

>She redoubles her efforts to wriggle under your shirt and you feel her warm, fuzzy body pressing on your hot skin

FA: That's not what I meant! I am not...!

>Your voice is cut as a warm back knee grinds into your sex and another hoof presses on your modest chest

>You hear a sort of manic giggle from under your clothing as Pinkie fondles you

PP: Oh, look how big your human boobs are! And so squishy!

>Pinkie kneads your bust with all the skill you imagine only a baker possess

>You want to push her off and argue about this, you want to desperately separate the strong, soft leg from your aching crotch

>It is just impossible now with your dampening sex enjoying the rough treatment

>Besides... you don't want to hurt Pinkie's feelings!

>A strong tongue begins licking up your body as the feeling of the fuzzy back leg slowly slides away

>A head pops up through your shirt as Pinkie comes face to face with you again

PP: You know, I don't think your head is too big

FA: W-who said that?

PP: A few ponies... but, I think your head is perfect for you. It makes your eyes look so much bigger and shinier

FA: Pinkie, we ought to stop horsing around...

>Again, Pinkie's quick mouth cuts you off midsentence

PP: You are right, Anon! No more horse play! We get down to busy, Pinkie style!

>Pinkie's head quickly recedes into your shirt and you can feel her maneuver herself around

FA: No, Pinkie, that's not what I meant!

>Before your cries could be heard, you feel a gloriously hot tongue tasting your most shameful of places

>You gasp quickly as Pinkie's broad tongue easily cleans your sex

>You grab her rump and try to steady her shaking as her backside quivers for attention

>If your mind were not a hazy smudge before, it is now

>The sensation ricochets from your spine, into your brain and kills what sense of decency you had ten minutes prior

FA: Oh, yes~! Don't stop! You are amazing~

>Your voice trails off as you hump Pinkie lightly

>She stops for a moment and you instantly wish you had the angle to push her back down

PP: Could you, I don't know... maybe... you know, for me too?

>You say nothing as your grip her dock and lift her tail

>She coos at your rough grip as you examine her hindquarters

>You never noticed before how ponies looked back her, but you never really thought you would need too

>You finger her small, slightly reddish sex and size it up

>With a quick lick of your fingers, you run two down her neat slit

>She convulses in your hand and you smile

>You squeeze her flanks quickly and press on her little button as you stroke back up

FA: Is that go?

PP: So good~! Better than I thought it would be!

>With your courage up, your blood pumping and so much adrenaline rocking your core, you fondle Pinkie's small hole

>Her face finally lowers again and she licks you in passionate circles once more

>Not to be outdone now, you spread your lover open and marvel at her fleshy insides

>As you slide a finger slowly into her, you are treated with a snort of hot breath on your legs

>Pinkie's tongue slows for a moment as you begin to penetrate her virgin snatch

>It takes you a little while to work a finger to the knuckle, but Pinkie's body eventually yields to your determination

>Her head is held high in the air as you drill her slowly

PP: Ohh~! Feels so weird... don't... don't stop!

>You sigh a little as your own sex is neglected, but keep up your pace

>After a few minutes of contended moaning from your pink partner, she slides herself from you

>Your fingers cool rapid as they leave her body and you wipe the girly goo on your side

PP: So good... I love this, Anon... I -love- you~

>She crawls back over you and stands above your upper body

>Without warning, her rose coloured petals are pressed into your face

>Having no where to go, and being a little curious now, your short tongue darts towards Pinkie's slippery nethers

>You slurp as her tiny clit and clean her folds quickly

>Your reward comes, quite literally, in minutes as a gush of feminine trickle spills over your face

>Completely lust crazed, you open wide and swallow what your darling friend has to offer

>It's not entire different than her mouth; sweet, hot, wet

>You clutch her flanks and force her to hump your mouth a little as you drink deeply

PP: A-Anon! Slow d-down! Aah~!

>She wriggles in your grip with delightful cooing sounds

>When her body is tapped, she collapses onto you

>Her shuddering snatch flexes with joy before your eyes

PP: Oh, yesh~... Amazing... oh, I never partied like -this- before...

FA: Um, is the party over? I was kind of looking to dance a bit more?

>You thrust your hips lightly

PP: Mmm, I think I have one more dance left in me... but, you're going to have to get on your belly, OK?

>You both learn that the party could indeed last longer as you find the energy to make each other orgasm a few more times

>As night falls and you lay in a puddle of mare cum, you look to your friend laying on your chest

>Her eyes sparkle with a brilliance you scarcely find in diamonds

PP: I don't think... I can go anymore...

FA: Me... neither...

>A hoof runs through your hair and you close your eyes

PP: Is this weird?

FA: No, I don't mind being pet

PP: No, no, I mean... is it weird what we just did?

FA: Oh, the sex? Yeah, totally... especially that part where you went cross-eyed when I stuck three fingers in you

>Pinkie laughs with a tired heaving motion

PP: I hope my little rump can move tomorrow. I've never been so sore before... but, the good kind of sore~!

>You smile up at her

PP: Um, you don't mind if we keep this our secret, do you?

FA: Not at all, Pinkie...

>You close your eyes as Pinkie confirms with you

PP: Do you... do you want to meet here again? M-maybe next week?

FA: I'll think about it...

PP: What if I bring that super yummy cupcake you like?

>You chuckle and pat Pinkie's rump

FA: You don't have to beg or bribe... but, yeah, bring the cupcakes with you. Those things are good!

PP: I love you, Anon. You're so nice

>You breathe easy with Pinkie on you and close your eyes

>You feel your body about to drift off to sleep when Pinkie stirs

PP: Oh! I forgot something! Who has the baby when both ponies are girls?

>A laugh erupts from your tired throat and you scratch through Pinkie's fur with a smile on your lips

FA: We can't have babies

>Pinkie is still for a moment

PP: Oh, that's kind of sad... I was going to name her after you!

>She kisses your nose quickly and you both end up giggling helplessly

PP: Could you see it? Anonymous Pie? I bet she'd have your mane! Chocolate's a good color! Oh! And my eyes! You'd make a really good mother! And me too! I am responsible, you know? They call me, "Pinkie 'Responsibility' Pie" back home! Do you think my parents would accept our pony? I bet they would! They seem old fashion, but they're really pretty...

>The spoken assault continues as you drift off to sleep

>Fucking Pinkie Pie