Farm Labour 101

>Day Apple's and Apple Accessories in Equestria

>Be Anonymous

>You find yourself at a very boring interview for a very boring job in your new home of Ponyville

>The inhabitants are swell enough, despite being small horses, and you have no real trouble at "fitting in" though you are human

>The large, red stallion standing before you looks into your eyes as you drift in and out

Big Macintosh: Lil' missy, are ya' payin' attention?

A: Oh, yes! Yes, of course!

>You snap to and stand as soldier-like as possible

BMc: Now, it's really pretty easy, if'n ya' follow mah advice. Ah'll pull the wagon, ya' jus' load apple barrels onto the back end. Simple

>You nod again to feign concern about farm labor

>If your good friend Applejack didn't just give you this horribly bland job, you'd have quit already

>Regardless, it was nice of her to offer you work and rent doesn't pay itself

>You follow the red horse up the hill and stare over at the acres of land

>Hundreds, if not thousands, of apple trees line every plot of land

>You sigh as you imagine how long this will take and if it was at all possible to complete in a week's time

A: So... where do we begin?

BMc: Right over there

>Big Mac points with his hoof at a few baskets that are currently filled

>You plod over to them and hoist the first one up

>You struggle a bit as you lift it past your knees and you can feel your bones already protesting

>With a shove and sigh, you manage to slide it onto the cart

>For the moment, you wonder how these ponies can lift these heavy things and trot around with such ease

>A sound of Big Mac's throat clearing wakes you up and motivates you to lift the next one

>It takes you several minutes to load in the few barrels

BMc: Good job, now lets head over to the next one

A: Oh, lord, there's more?

>You stretch your back and slouch a bit in anger

BMc: Eeeyup!

>Damn it, you hate when he does that!

>You scowl as the two of you walk to the tree and load in another three creates

>The pleasant sun is now your enemy as sweat runs down your face

>You push your hair up into a ponytail quickly, trying not to let anyone see the pun

>You look down the orchard rows after a few minutes and see no more filled barrels of apples

A: Well, looks like we finished early!

BMc: Nope!

>You grit your teeth

>Why is Applejack's brother so annoying?!

BMc: We gotta fill up the rest ourselves

A: How do you suppose we do that?

>Big Mac smiles at you quickly and unhooks himself from his cart

BMc: Stand back, lil' missy. Ah'll show ya' how it's done!

>He carefully walks up to the tree and looks it over

>He turns from it and digs his front hooves into the ground

>With an earth shattering kick, you see the tree shake like Jell-O before depositing neat piles of apples into the three arranged buckets

>He turns back and smiles at you

BMc: Easy as pun'kin pie

>You really don't know how easy that is

A: I'm not kicking any trees! I'll break my foot!

>You hold up your bare foot for him to study

>While no longer as fleshy as you started, what with mostly walking around bare footed on the farm, they certainly aren't sturdy hooves

BMc: Don't'cha worry, Applejack told me all about human feet. I ain't expectin' ya' to kick any trees, jus' haul some barrels

>You grunt and set to work

>It takes you slightly longer to carry these new barrels as your arms begin to grow tired

>You really need to start lifting... maybe another day

>By the time you get the last barrel on the cart, you see that Big Mac has filled up another twelve

>Your mouth hangs open in astonishment at his speed

BMc: Ya' think ya' can keep up? Hate ta' have to bring yer supper outside fer ya' tonight!

>He chuckles his stupid, country chuckle as he continues on

>You shall not be upstaged!

>You tap into the strength of ten petite women and heft the next barrel like an Amazon!

>This lasts for the whole of ten seconds as you set the barrel on the wagon and your arms remind you that you certainly cannot lift

>Your shoulders now ache from your brash display as you barely raise the next crate above your waist line

>Big Mac pays you no heed as he continues to fill barrel after barrel

>You want to leave so badly and maybe visit Rarity and be a proper lady again

>You dream of seeing Pinkie Pie and lifting nothing heavier than a helium balloon

>A thunder crack of sturdy hooves on a tree wake you back up

BMc: How ya' gettin' along there?

A: Fine! Just fine! So fine, in fact, that you need not worry about me!

>You struggle with the seventh barrel as you speak through clenched teeth

A: So... good! I -love- manual labor! I... urgh... I'm not even... phweh... not even breaking a sweat!

>You wipe some of the not-sweat from your brow and breathe deeply

>You are sure your lungs are collapsing now

BMc: Good ta' hear, hu hu!

>Note to self: slap his smug, red face when you get the strength back in your arms

>You look around the orchard rows to see Big Mac moving effortlessly and filling barrel after barrel without remorse

>You cry a little inside

>Big Macintosh finally stops after having filled his usual 50 barrel quota

>You, however, are just reaching barrel number 27 and the sun is already falling behind the trees

>He strolls over to you and smirks

BMc: Keepin' up good there, lil' missy!

>As you place number 28 into the cart, you grimace at him

A: Could you stop calling me that? I have a name, you know?

BMc: Pardon me, Anonymous. Ah didn't want ta' be so formal

>He bows sarcastically

A: Well... I'm working really hard here... no time to chitchat

>You turn and head to another tree

>To your surprise, Big Mac follows along with you

BMc: Lookin' mighty tired there... ya' sure yer OK?

A: I am fine! I'm good... I'm fine...

>Your walking is laboured as you carry another filled basket to the cart

BMc: Suit yerself. Suppers gonna be ready in a few... Ah'll bring ya' a plate

>He trots off with a small snort and disappears into the waning light

>You push your body harder than before

>You know you can do this or Applejack wouldn't have given you this opportunity

A: F-forty one... just nine more... to go

>You pant to yourself as the sun sets

>The goal is within reach and you can pat yourself on the back shortly

>Number 45 goes onto the back of the cart before you sit yourself beside it

>Taking a seat after these last few hours feels heavenly

>Your bare feet throb rhythmically as your legs dangle off the ground

>You wonder if Big Mac is coming back out like he said

>No matter, you are intent on completing your job

>With a grunt, you set to your feet and move towards your next target

>You fail to notice a root sticking part ways out of the ground and trip over it

A: Zut!

>You tumble forward for a few turns, all the while cursing the sky

>You finally bump something hard on your way down that breaks your momentum

>The world is dark around you and you try to wiggle your arms free

>You pull yourself to your feet and wipe the mud from your face

A: Stupid tree! Gaah! So angry!

>You stamp around the grounds as you recover the spilled apples and place them in their bucket

>The sound of a small chuckle snaps you to reality

>Staring down at you is Big Mac with a plate in his mouth and a mug balancing easy on his back

>He moves to you and hands you the food before speaking

BMc: Layin' down on the job?

>You scowl

A: I fell...

BMc: Ain't it silly balancin' yerself all day?

A: What are you talking about?

>You sniff the food in front of you to try and discern what you are about to eat in the dark

BMc: Walkin' 'round on two legs all day, got to be tough

>You almost laugh for a moment as you take the cup from his back

A: Humans walk upright, nothing I can do about that. It's not hard

BMc: Sure looks like ya' fell hard though

>He smirks and his teeth shine in the darkness

>The moon final begins to rise, giving you some illumination

>The food smells well enough and you shovel it in

>Some kind of apple baked hay combination

>At this point, any gruel would be heavenly to your tired body

>Big Mac stares at you strangely as you consume every last bit of food in front of you like a greedy dog

A: What? What's the matter?

>He shrugs his shoulders

>You reach for your mug and drink it down

>It's a warm cider that you know is made on the farm

>The feeling of the wonderful nectar on your tongue is sensational

>You drink it down a little slower as you relish the taste

A: Ahh~, that's so good

>Big Mac looks to you as if waiting on something

A: Oh, thanks... I am almost done, just need you to pull this last cart back after this barrel

BMc: Sure thing

>You fumble the crate of apples as your tired legs wobble

>With the grace of a blimp, you add it as the final bucket to the cart

>You walk beside Big Mac and look towards the tiny barn house

>It seems to be miles away and your feet are so sore

>You look at the red stallion beside you and an idea forms in your mind

A: Hey... Big Mac...

BMc: Hmm?

A: You think... just this once... I could maybe, you know... ride you back to the farm house?

>He chuckles

BMc: Nope!

A: Aww, please? My feet are so tired... what if I give you five bits?

>Big Mac shakes his head to dissuade you

A: Ten bits?

>He still refuses

>Your feet throb painfully once more and you get desperate

A: Twenty bits! I'll give you twenty bits if you give me a ride!

>Big Mac stops in place for a moment and thinks

>He stares at you with a vacant look before speaking

BMc: Nope...

A: Aww, come on! Why not?

BMc: Ah don't like being rode unless Ah get to do some ridin' myself

>His teeth glimmer through his smile at you

>Slowly, the words catch up to you and your eyes go wide

A: Did you just... disgusting! No!

BMc: No problem by me. Best keep on walkin', lil' missy

>He begins walking again

>You stand there for a moment in near shock at what he was implying

>You'd never do something like that with a horse!

>It wouldn't even work!

>You think about the idea for a minute longer before noticing that you are standing mostly alone

>You attempt to chase after him as your feet scream at you for moving faster than a crawl

A: Wait!

>Big Mac halts and looks to you with wide eyes

A: I just want to make sure that you where implying... you know... like... sex?

>Big Mac nods and bounces his eyebrows boldly

BMc: Eeeyup!

>You wish he wouldn't do that

>Damn, does it annoy you!

A: W-why would you even say that to me?

BMc: It's fine if ya' don't wanna

A: Why would I just openly want to? It's not like you've even hinted at liking me before!

BMc: What's ta' like? A scrawny lil' missy with an attitude like a rattlesnake?

>You do NOT have the temper of a rattlesnake!

>How dare he say something so mean

>You have half the mind to slap his stupid face right here and now!

>But, that would prove his point, so you will not

A: I am not "scrawny" and my name's, "Anonymous!"

BMc: Well, Anonymous... ya' gotta talk an' walk or do ya' still want that -ride-?

>His voice is dark with lust

>You feel your stomach rumble a bit as you let go a small burp

>You cover your mouth and excuse yourself as a sudden weakness overcomes you

BMc: Hu hu, don't tell me ya' can't handle yer cider neither?

A: I can handle anything you got, you... you... stubborn jackass!

>He chuckles easily, not even letting your words sink in

BMc: Prove it

>His grin finally breaks you

>You do not want to hear one more condescending remark from him

>You are not scrawny, you can handle your cider and by the seven spheres of heavens, you are more woman than he could ever possibly withstand!

A: You're on, you prancing show-pony! One ride for -one- ride!

>He looks at you with a little surprise

BMc: Well, a deals a deal

>He smirks and unhitches himself from the cart

>He nods his head one way and begins walking into the orchard

>You follow him on sore toes until the cool grass pads your feet again

BMc: Now, Ah jus' need ta' know one thing

A: What?

BMc: Front or back?

>You stop to consider for a moment

>From behind means you'd be unsure of his next move

>But, from the front, you'd have to look at his stupid muzzle as he gets off

A: Behind, against the tree...

>You scarcely believe you're letting this happen

>It's all kind of blurry now

>You lean your small chest against a nearby apple tree and present your backside

>It takes a moment to unbutton your jeans, but your hands work well enough to get them around your legs

>You hear a steady, easy hoof beat approaching from behind you

>Your heart is the first thing to pick up as you feel his body press up against your own

A: Ok... just... um, you know... one moment

>You are starting to become a little sensible when a sudden hot, wet something runs the length of your panties

>The feeling is different to say the least, but the second time it happens doesn't disappoint

>You grit your teeth and try to not to make a sound

>The last thing you need is to encourage him about your stupid decision

>You get a tongue lashing from Big Mac for a little while long

>You suddenly feel his lips gentle snag your thin underwear and pull them down

A: B-Big Mac, just...

>You feel a great weight upon your back as a furred body drapes over you

>You grunt slightly before you feel him nibble at your ear

>He's not too forceful, but you certainly won't let him know you are enjoying this a little

>He teases your sensitive lobe a while longer as you feel his hips straighten and lining you up

A: Maybe, maybe we shouldn't... I don't think

>Your voice is silence as you feel his hips thrust forward

>At once, your sex if spread open and a hot, thick member plows into you

>You gasp and your abdominal muscles flex to make room for the intruder

>He rests in you for a moment and you feel his warm breath on the back of your neck

>You feel his legs begin to move again as he slides back a bit and thrusts into you again

>Your tight sex struggles to hold all of this stallion

>You notice Big Mac strain a bit as he reaches your body's limitations

BMc: Tight little... ugh~, mare... Ah'm gonna break ya' in...

>His hooves wrap around your waist as he begins lightly bouncing you on his thick sex

>The pressure in your snatch is overwhelming and you feel yourself getting hornier

>As your body betrays you, it at least allows Big Mac to move a bit smoother

>The strange texture inside you stimulates you easily now

>You moan accidently as his flared head drags over your sensitive inner contours

BMc: Ah'm likin' that sound already

>He pushing his thickness into you again

>You dig your fingers into the tree bark and do all you can to hold back your lewd feelings

>His warm body on you and his hot meat in you are starting to drive you mad

>As Big Mac picks up his pace, you want to just let your voice ring through the cool night air

>You can't let him have that satisfaction

>You can't let him know you are adoring his fine loving

A: Just... just move! I-I've had better f-fucks with pillows!

>You are a horrible liar

BMc: Anything fer a lady

>You feel powerful muscles begin to pump into your tired backside

>You can almost imagine how his strong legs must look

>His butt must be flexing tightly as it shows his curvature

>You fantasize about how his well toned, farm raised body looks on top of you

>This helps you in no real way, save for making you so wet and so lewd that you get treated with another inch or so of Big Mac's passion

>You feel a shifting in the red stallion's weight as he rears up a little more

>This position lets him bury a bit more of his maleness into your body

>You couldn't have begged for this more if you tried

>His thrusting becomes relentless on you and you feel his front hooves pressing their weight on the top of your round rump

>You feel drool running down the crack in your tightly closed mouth as you are pounded into utter bliss

BMc: Ahh~... A-Anon...

>You hear him moan your name and your eyes roll

>You can feel the head of his sex pushing you deeper with every intent of filling you up

>There is nothing in your head of vengeance anymore as your legs spread ever wider to accommodate this stud

>His fine rod pounds your quickly and you know your ass will be sore from his pressing hooves in the morning

>You just need this now and you don't care anymore about how it happened

A: Mac... oh, damn... inside, all of it... harder, now...

>You moan like you imagine any of his mare's would under his amazing body

>This was such a good position, you think, if only because it allowed Big Mac to drive it into you

>With a final, powerful lunge, Big Mac spears you deeply and you feel his skin stretch and pull

>A boiling jet of horse love is fired into you and you love it

>The heat forces a small, wet orgasm out of you as another sticky wave floods you

>Big Mac grunts and snorts as he continues to pull you down upon his thick manhood

A: Ohh~ yeah... all of it...

>You hum as your belly is filled and the cum drizzles down your leg

>Between rough breaths and languid moaning, you finally seperate

>As he unplugs you, a wave of fluids gush from you

>Part of it is your own shamefully pleased orgasm, but the thick, creamy filler is all Big Mac

>You rub your fingers over your tired sex and admire the texture

A: That was... oh... I can't even, just... ahh~, you know?

>He takes a deep breath and lets it go slowly

BMc: Eeeyup~

>For the first time in a long time, you don't feel like slapping him

>You both lay beside each other on the grass for a moment before you dress again

>Your legs are sticky and your panties feel squishy and warm

A: OK... now... lets go home

BMc: Git on

>You walk for a few miles until the barn house comes into view in the moonlight

A: Hey, Mac?

BMc: Yeah, Anon?

A: Do you think Applejack's going to ask where we were?

BMc: Eeeyup!

A: You think she's going to smell how filthy with sex we are?

BMc: Eeeyup!

A: You think... you think we could fool around again before we go home then?

BMc: Was hopin' ya' asked

>You both chuckle quickly before getting lost in a haystack

 

>Be Applejack

>You are laying on the couch in your cozy farm house as you await the return of your big brother and your friend

>You hope her first day working wasn't too rough

>Big Mac's always such a good teacher

>You know he won't go easy on her and she may come home exhausted and covered in sweat, but, gosh darn it, she'll get the best lesson in farm living from a pony who knows a thing or two!

>You smile contently at your own sound imagination and sigh

AJ: Mah brother's too kind sometimes

>You chuckle and get comfy on the couch

>A thought quickly crosses your mind about the last mare you had help around the barn

>But, that was a mare and it was -that- time of the season!

>Surely, Big Mac and Anon aren't out so late because Big Mac's

>Fucking Anon!