Spirits were high after our first five games. All were wins, and all of them were increasing our exposure to the rest of the teams, putting them on notice that Canterlot High was not the team from last year. I had a small fantasy in my mind that in the lunch hall of Crystal Prep, they were looking at the newspaper articles about our teams wins with a bit of despair.

In the meantime, there was school and practice to do, which I was heading for. I was the first one in the locker room, which is how I saw Applejack talking to the coach. He seemed intent on her as she was on him.

What are they up to?

I wanted to get closer, but when I tried to, I was grabbed and hurried away by my crew, ready for another day of practice, and one day closer to our next game. It was towards the end of the practice I figured out why they were talking. Turns out, the coach involuntarily signed us up to help the Apple Family with their harvest. In exchange, they would provide team meals before each game and snacks after each practice.

There was a thought in the back of my mind questioning the legality of it, but I just shrugged my shoulders and went along with it, not wanting to look like a bitch to the whole team. I had scheduled a four way with Rainbow, Rarity, and Sunset that weekend. They were less than pleased at Applejack, but sighed and agreed to help her that day as well.

My alarm went off at five in the morning, telling me to get the fuck up, Which I did. I honestly didn't know what was worse: waking up a few hours before I usually do or waking up that early on a weekend. But I was up. After a quick shower and a bagel I was cruising down the pre-dawn on my motorcycle, admiring the deserted town that would be bustling again in a few short hours. I was ten minutes early, but one of the last to arrive... the last one being the coach, and I didn't expect him to show up anyway.

Applejack, though.

She and her family pulled out all the stops for breakfast. It was all there for us, as much as we wanted. We would need the energy too because I didn't know the buzzsaw that was picking apples. It was a repetitive motion: reach out and grab an apple, put it in a basket, walk down the ladder, grab the basket and drop it in a car, grab another basket, rinse and repeat. As the day wore on, every muscle in my body became sore. Iced coffee was given out to help with the soreness, but it did only so much. The good thing about starting early was finishing early. The apples were picked clean out of every tree. In fact, our one-acre-a-half-hour average with that many people working meant the Apple Family had more apples than what to do with. So, with our job done and the family exceeding their harvest, everyone also brought home a sack of apples. which would obviously be used to make grandma's apple pie... flavored vodka.

I had the sack slung over my shoulder as I walked to my motorcycle. I had no saddlebags for it, even though I had a plan to buy one in the near future, but for now, I planned to carry it between my legs and drive really slowly. Everyone else was headed to their cars and, in the case of a few sad saps, about to start their grueling walk to the town, which was a good mile or two away.

"Anon!" Applejack called out, trying to stop me. I looked to see she was running, really fast. In fact, she probably would have given me a run for my money in a foot race

"Yeah?" I asked as she stopped next to me.

"I forgot to mention! Ya grandma's apple moonshine is ready for her." She announced.

"Yeah, sounds like grandma."

"Anyway, you mind giving me a hand with the jars? I can hook up a crate as a side saddle for ya bike, that way you can also carry your sack of apples." She asked.

"Sure," I replied as I got off the motorcycle. I took the sack with me and walked with AJ to a vine covered shed behind the main barn.

Sometimes, the added danger of an already risky behavior adds its own element of excitement. For example. The risk of getting caught letting Applejack bounce off my dick by the Apple Family with the added risk of the moonshine blowing up next to us in the moonshine shack. I was sitting on a cheap couch that was inside the cramped shed, my pants and boxers around my ankles and my hands on Applejack’s shapely hips. I was guiding her along as she slid down my shaft until our skin met with an audible slap that was heard in the room, then guide her half way off my dick, and then repeated the process over and over. My eyesight was blurry and my head was spinning because of the moonshine we were sharing from a tin cup next to us. We were both incredibly drunk off the moonshine as we continued to fuck.

"Ah donna knows why y’er two’s fighting, but I'd rathers hangs with ya than Flash, if y’all gets ta fuck," Applejack slurred, going faster and faster with her up and down motion on my rod, a thick lake of cream forming on the base of it.

"Just like that?" I asked. I didn't have to pursue her, in fact, she was the one who suggested we “test” the sample. The testing turned into her getting on her knees to suck me off. Still, seeing her pull those daisy dukes off before we started to fuck was sexy as hell.

Applejack stopped with her motion. She reached over to the table to grab the metal cup and began to guzzle it down.

"Here!" She said as she reached her arm back to present me with the half empty cup. I took a drink myself as she continued to bounce off my cock.

"Anyway, sugarcube. Ah’ve been a nymphomaniac for the longest time now, but Big Brother scares everyone away. Even flash won't touch me. I don't even know why I 'ang out with him." She said as she continued to slide her pussy up and down on me.

"Just hang out with me and you can get all the sex you want," I suggested, watching as my dick disappeared in her ample bottom.

"Ah might just do that!" She said.

It was then the full effect of the fresh moonshine came to effect. I began to get light headed and passed out. My last memory before passing out was Applejack’s sweaty back and ass relentlessly thrusting itself down on my hips, my dick spearing her pussy in the process.

Author's Notes:

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