Humanized Apple Feet

>You're hanging on to a thick-barked branch of an apple tree.

>Your legs are wrapped around the trunk.

"I reckon you got one more branch to go, Anon!" a voice from below you calls out in a distinctive country accent.

"Dammit, it's just an apple..."

>You use as much of your strength as you can muster to pull yourself up onto the dirty branch, the bark scrapes at your skin.

"Just an apple? That there's a work of art! Just like every other apple on Sweet Apple Acres. An' be careful with Jackson!"

>You sigh and teeter on the branch, looking down to see Applejack standing about twenty feet below you.

"Why's the tree named Jackson?"

"Why're you named Anon?"

>Fair enough.

>You cling to Jackson's trunk and stretch your arm out, wrapping your hand around the apple as you lean precariously to one side.

"Attaboy!" Applejack hollers, grinning at you.

"F-fuck..."

>You yank the ripe apple off the branch, regain your balance, then breathe a sigh of relief.

"Now, gettin' down's the fun part!"

>Your eye twitches in disdain as you look down at the distant grass below.

"Slow and steady..." you mutter to yourself, bracing your foot on a low-hanging branch and inching downwards.

"Put yer back into it, Anon!"

>You groan and look down at the next branch, positioning yourself at a good angle.

>The wind rushes across your face as you leap, landing perfectly on the lower branch, then pushing off and sailing to the ground, where you land with a thud.

"Eh, seen better," Applejack smirks, eyeing up the apple in your hand, "Ain't that a beauty?"

"Yeah, looks delicious!"

>You get a good view of Applejack for the first time since climbing up into the tree.

>She's wearing a plaid shirt, tied up to reveal her midriff with a white t-shirt cut short underneath.

>Her denim shorts don't go down much further than her hips, and she's wearing a pair of cowgirl boots, in addition to her favorite hat.

>She's covered in dirt, twigs, and leaves from the five apple trees she picked clean while you were busy with "Jackson".

>You toss the freshly-picked apple to her, and she sets it down in a bucket at the base of the tree.

"Now, I'd say it's time for a nap," Applejack yawns, her normally bright green eyes showing signs of fatigue.

>Looking around at the still bright and sunny day, you shrug your shoulders.

"Sounds good to me!"

>With that said, Applejack sits down, leans her back up against Jackson the apple tree, and then reaches down for her boot.

>You pause as your breath catches in your throat. She couldn't be-

>Applejack does just what you were hoping, slides her boot down and exposes her sock-covered foot to the open air.

>Trying to look casual about it, you press your back up against the same tree and take a seat at its base.

"All tuckered out already?" she asks, sliding her other boot off and looking up at you.

"Yeah..." you reply, resting your head up against the bark and focusing your gaze on Applejack's feet.

>Seemingly oblivious to your stare, Applejack peels her white socks off and pushes them into their respective boots.

>Her feet are stunning.

>Toenails painted bright orange, a bit of freckling visible on her pale skin.

>Surprisingly, they look clean aside from a bit of sweat from being crammed inside those boots all day.

>How did she have the time to get them to look so damn good?

>She wiggles her toes and lets out a sigh of relief, tipping the brim of her hat down over her face.

"Enjoy yer shuteye, Anon."

"Y-you, too."

>You stealthily lean forwards, making certain her eyes are closed, then crane your neck to get a better look at Applejack's toes.

>"They're perfect," you think to yourself, running your tongue over your lips.

>A light breeze blows over you, and you shut your eyes to keep yourself from getting too riled up.

>You take a few deep breaths, then open your eyes again.

>They're still just as perfect.

>You glance over at Applejack's covered face, then back to her toes, and back to her face again.

>You decide she's not likely to jolt awake anytime soon.

>You slide your hand down beneath the waistband of your jeans.

>Your fingers near their prize, and-

>Applejack's head falls limply onto your shoulder, eliciting a gasp as you quickly pull your hand out of your pants.

>She doesn't seem to have noticed, and her mouth is wide open.

>You let out a pent-up breath, and then hear Applejack snore quietly into your shirt.

>You somehow had her pegged for snoring while she sleeps.

>Smiling to yourself, you let your hand rest comfortably at your side and close your eyes.

>You begin to doze off, thinking about the day so far-

>What the fuck?

>Your eyes shoot open as you feel something warm and moist press against your crotch.

>It's Applejack's bare foot.

>Fuck. Yes.

>You move your eyes downwards, trying to figure out if she's still sleeping without daring to move.

>She snores once again, her heel digging into your pants gently.

>Her feet feel as good as they look- warm, soft, and sturdy.

>Applejack mutters something in her sleep, then fidgets and pulls her foot away.

>Well, that was fun while it laste-

>And Applejack's foot is back, pressing once again to your crotch.

>Who are you kidding? You want to spend as much time as possible like this.

>Feeling lucky, you decide to take things a step further.

>You grasp Applejack's ankle with one hand, then begin to grind her listless foot against your cock.

>Although it feels incredible, you can't help but wish she was doing this consciously.

>Despite your reservations, you continue.

>Your boner reaches a healthy length in less than thirty seconds.

>Now comes the next problem.

>You slide Applejack's foot off of you to avoid any suspicion should she wake up.

>Then, you push her aside and lean her up against the tree safely.

>You turn away from her and begin to unbutton your jeans in a not-so-subtle manner.

>Your gaze once again turns back to her feet.

>One big sniff before you take care of business behind another tree shouldn't hurt.

>You position yourself in front of Applejack's soles, running your eyes over them hungrily and catching a small whiff of her scent.

>Sliding your nose up in front of one foot, you breathe out and then take the deepest breath you can muster.

"Snnnnnnnnnnn-"

"Whuh? What in tarnation?"

"HUH?"

>Your heart sinks into your stomach as you look up at Applejack with an overwhelming sense of dread.

>Caught red-handed.

"Anon?"

>She pulls her feet away from you, catching a glimpse of your unzipped fly.

"Were you just about to... go beatin' yer butter-churner to my feet?"

"That's, uh... an odd way to put it."

"Am I right?"

"You're... not... wrong. I think."

>She stands up and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Anon, I'm shocked!"

"I'm sorry, Applejack. I'll jus-"

"Shocked to finally find someone that appreciates all my hard work on Bucky McGillicutty and Kicks McGee!"

>You stare blankly at her.

"The names of my legs? Duh."

"Oh, okay."

"I do try real hard to take good care of 'em! Did ya see the nail polish? I had to sell 16 bushels of apples to pay for that bottle!"

"The nail polish is very nice..."

"What else do ya like about 'em?" Applejack asks, extending her muscular leg and granting you a good look at her foot.

"The shape, the smoothness of your skin, the smell," you take another whiff, almost salivating.

"Smell? You're like a bean stalk in the middle of a corn field, Anon!'

"What?"

"Yer pretty weird's what I'm gettin' at," she giggles.

>You blush and reach out for Applejack's ankle once again, before she pulls her leg away.

"Wait just a minute, Anon. Why're your jeans wide open like that?"

"You- ah, your foot kinda ended up on my dick while you were asleep. That's what led me here."

"Then I reckon touchin' my feet will let us get back to workin'?"

"I was hoping for more than just a touch, but yeah..."

>Applejack slides back down the tree trunk, extending both of her smooth legs.

"Alright, alright. I'm curious, now. Have at 'em."

"Really?"

"Well, yeah."

>You glance down at her toes, which are spread wide and peeking over the grass that's partially obscuring her soles.

>You flatten the grass and cup your hand around the heel of Applejack's left foot.

>Oh, Celestia. This is really happening.

>Applejack's sole is barely wrinkled, and shows no signs of callousing.

"You really do take good care of yourself down here..."

"Yup! Rarity taught me a few pointers. So, you just gonna stare or can we move things along?"

>You reach your other hand to her surprisingly dainty foot and begin to massage at it, watching carefully for a reaction.

>Applejack nods in approval and rests her back against the tree once again.

"I could get used to this..." she mumbles, the corner of her mouth curling into a smirk.

>You work her heavenly sole a bit more, digging your fingers into her tense flesh and loosening her up.

"Whoo-ee, Anon! You weren't kidding around!"

>With a smirk of your own, you lean in and press your lips to her big toe, giving it a gentle kiss.

>At this moment, Applejack's "fragrance" hits you full-force.

>You smell a bit of the worn leather from her boots, a bit of the sweat from her long day of work, and a subtle hint of sweet, cinnamon-apple from who-knows-where.

>You're overcome by her musky, all-natural perfume.

>You flick your tongue out to lick at her toe, and your boner presses urgently against the fabric of your boxers.

"Uh, sugarcube?"

>You lick at the next toe over, and then the next, and then the next, until you end up suckling on Applejack's adorable pinky toe.

"Hm...?"

"Just... checkin' I hadn't lost you there!" Applejack says with an awkward grin.

>She rubs the back of her head with one hand, and watches in uncomfortable fascination as you go to town on her toes.

>You ensure all of Applejack's digits are glistening and coated with your saliva, then you move onto her right foot and redouble your efforts.

"Anon, I- Appreciate the attention, but we really ought to be pickin' some apples."

>You pull your lips away, a shimmering strand of saliva connecting your mouth to Applejack's toes.

"Please, a little more? You can take control if you want."

>Applejack raises her brow in contemplation.

"I can what-now?"

>You gulp, unsure of how exactly to proceed.

"I- I mean you can step on me, tease me, force me to give your feet a tongue bath, anything..."

>Applejack considers your offer for a moment, blushing profusely.

"I'll cut you a deal, Anon. I give you everything you want, an' you spend the rest of yer day picking apples."

"Deal!" you blurt out enthusiastically.

"Flat on yer back then, Anon."

>You roll over and face the sky, blades of grass tickling your body all over.

>All of a sudden, Applejack obscures your vision with her foot, standing over you like a giant.

>A drop of your own saliva drips from her toes onto your cheek.

"Just tell me if I'm gettin' too rough with ya."

>With that said, Applejack slowly brings her foot down on your face.

"Nngh!"

>There was Applejack, stepping on your face like a doormat.

>This was everything you dreamed it would be and more.

>Applejack rotates her ankle from side to side, digging her sole into your face with just enough force to ride the fine line between pain and pleasure.

>The smell was even more intense than before.

>Each shallow breath you take is nearly enough to make you gag. In a good way.

>Your hand darts towards your crotch, fumbling with your own boxers as you desperately try to whip out your cock.

>Applejack takes notice and pulls her leg away, using her foot to step on your wrist instead.

"Run it by me again, Anon. Who's in charge here?"

"You are..."

"Darn tootin'."

>She straddles your body, then sits down on your crotch, facing you and resting her feet on your face.

>You can tell through denim shorts that Applejack's ass is just as toned and supple as her legs and arms.

"Lick 'em, foot boy."

>You obey, slurping at Applejack's soles and basking in the heat that radiates off of them.

>Your manhood is throbbing against Applejack's shorts. She must be using it to gauge your arousal.

>Well, you'd say she's doing a pretty good job so far.

>Satisfied with your performance so far, Applejack slides one foot across your face, pressing her toes to your lips.

>You open your mouth wide and start to suckle submissively at them.

>Your balls are really starting to swell now.

"Gettin' mighty worked up 'bout this, ain't ya?"

>Applejack wiggles her toes around inside your mouth.

"Mmmph."

>You suckle for a bit longer, then Applejack pulls her foot away.

>You sneak in an extra kiss before it gets away.

>She slides backwards, sitting on the grass between your spread legs.

>You look at her with a sense of hopeful bewilderment.

"Pants n' boxers. Off. Now."

>You lift your legs up, then push your jeans and undergarments off, exposing your hard-on for her to feast her eyes on.

>Applejack assertively presses her right heel against your cock.

>You groan in delight, looking at her as your heart throbs.

>She presses her other foot to your member, compressing your dick between her lubricated arches, and stroking it up and down.

>Is this real life?

>She's giving you the best, if only, footjob you've ever had.

>Applejack shoots you a cocky grin, watching you twitch in pleasure.

"Whoa there, partner. Not gonna be able to take too much more of this, are ya?"

"No, ma'am..."

>Applejack picks up her pace, the prominent muscles in her legs flexing with every movement.

>You dig your fingers into the dirt, shutting your eyes.

>She starts rubbing your cock all over, gripping the tip with her plump toes.

"C'mon, sugarcube. Don't be holdin' out on me..."

>You breathe in sharply, shutting your eyes tight.

>Applejack senses your impending climax, then massages your cock even faster to finish you off.

>Everything flashes white momentarily, and you thrust your hips up.

>You're panting hotly.

>You hold your breath, climax is all you can think about.

>Your engorged tool spasms a few times, pressure builds in your pelvic muscles.

>You thrust three more times, sending yourself over the edge.

>Your hot, thick spunk surges out all over Applejack's feet.

>She giggles girlishly, no doubt happy to be done working early.

>You release your breath and open your eyes, looking down at the mess you made.

>Applejack pulls her feet away from your member, strands of your sticky seed dripping off her soles.

"I'd best be gettin' myself cleaned up. I reckon you, uh... really needed that!"

"Yeah..."

>You smirk with your eyelids half-lidded, looking down at Applejack's "frosted" toes.

>She stands up, wiping her feet off in the dirt, then steps out from under the shade of the tree.

"Now, put those pants on and get back to work! I'll be takin' a bath."

>You bite your lip, looking down at her toes one more time.

"Yes ma'am!"