>It's been a hot day out in the field
>though Applejack insisted on working with just you today
>the dry dusty red earth swirls in the wind, clinging to your moist skin
>you remove your farmer's hat, wiping the sweat off your brow with your flannel sleeve
"Five minute breather, okay?"
>"Sure thing Anon, can't let you work out here till the buzzards come circling now, can we?"
>you retire to a solitary tree, by a patch of green grass near the wooden fence running along the field
>the hand-well pump under the tree drips steadily, it's water beckoning your bone-dry mouth some relief
>you bend down, and savor the cool liquid in big gulps, it washing down across the stubble of your chin
>Applejack squeezes in underneath you, as she first nuzzles your wet armpit before bending low to catch the falling water
>"Mind if I get me some of this too," she said with a playful air
>gazing down you see her golden hair giving way to her glistening backside
>her shoulder muscles tense, under the gleaming sheen of fresh sweat
>the smell pungent, green and piney-fresh with woody undertones
>catching yourself staring, you recoil, arms raised apologetically
"Woah there, I'll make some room for you then. Plenty of water to go around you know..."
>She comes back up with a slurp, wiping the water off casually
>"I know that...but a girl needs to drink too. You should have had me taken first spot then, seeing as you're all gentlecoltly now."
> You bend low and give a courtly gesture to the hand-well again
"If milady believes herself to still be parched, please, sate your thirst. I insist"
>you were sure to lay on the posh accent extra thick with that last bit
>"You and your little performances." she said with a gentle laugh
>"Would have fit in right as well in Canterlot too, cept you're too scruffy for that and we both know it."
"Well, what can I say?"
>you stand again with your hands at your hips, looking over the hot field again
"Finish up here and we call it a day then?"
>"You know it. The rains will be coming soon enough, and getting this field ready will ensure a mighty fine crop come harvest."
>both of you don your hats again you set out
>admittedly, you were quite amazed at how she is able to keep her hat all nice and clean
>when your's looks like a donkey trampled it in a saloon
>that and other features about her too...
>but she's just a good friend, whom you've spent most summer with already
>though intimacy between you two is mostly playfully intended
>another hour passes of work, tilling the fields, and sowing the seeds
>the sun advanced across the sky, soon bathing the land in an orange glow
>"That'll bout do it for now Anon, let's ged on back to the farmhouse"
>Your legs ache from the shuffling, arms tired from keeping the plow straight and true
>heading home now sounds to you like a godsend
>small insects buzzing away from the tall grass as you pass next to them on the dirt road
>the shadows of the barn and farmhouse lay long on the ground before you as you approach them
>the weather beacon stands still, against the backdrop of a few fluffy clouds, shaded with hues of red
>Applejack opens the barn door, ushering you inside, before closing it behind you
>the smell of hay still lingers in the air, dust specs lazily drifting in the air as well.
>"A good place to hang my duds after a long day of work."
>gesturing to the hooks, she then takes a seat on one of the hay bales
>you take a seat next to her, as you bend down and start undoing the laces of your worn boots
>your frame feels weary as you sit on the bale, joints slightly aching
>finally freeing your feet, you curl your toes in the cool open air
>you gaze over to Applejack, as she starts to undo her duds
>slowly, and in a very sultry fashion she takes them off
>her aroma fills the air, as you remained mesmerized at her undressing
>as much as a pony can undress from farm clothes at least
"Yeah....long day...."
>she cocks an eyebrow in your direction
>"Something caught your eye?"
>you stand up and hang your boots on the rack, starting to undo the front of your shirt
"Oh nothing, heat just probably got to me out in the field."
>you take a deep breath, and pinch the bridge of your nose
>she's your friend dammit, stop getting so distracted so easily
>she's helpful and friendly, and she's always honest about how she feels
>sure she's got a great body t....
>in that instance of turning around, she lay sprawled across the bale, hind legs slightly spread
>"Guess the heat started getting to me too, if you know what I mean..."
>she gives a seductive smile as you admire her speechlessly