JappleAck will start off this chapter right!

Applejack bucked off the apples on the last apple tree. She had finished the harvesting, after a long while of bucking hundreds of apple trees. She had expected to spend a weeks’ time to finish the harvesting, but she was a few days ahead. She hauled the last of the apples back to the barn, setting the baskets of apples along the sides of the barn.

“Boy howdy! That was a mighty ‘mount of work Ah was able to finish in only a couple of days.” She praised herself. She decided to walk over to the biggest apple tree she could find, and laid down in its shade. She sighed, not knowing what to do next.

All of her friends and herself had been called by Princess Celestia to have a royal feast in celebration of the defeat of Discord, and to celebrate for the next week in Canterlot. Applejack had refused, however. She had to get the apples all bucked down, and she felt that seeing all of her hard work done in time by the end of the Applebucking season would be more satisfying than the celebration.

She was now alone, seeing as her friends were still in Canterlot, Granny Smith had gone to bed at three, and Big Macintosh had gone out with a few friends to drink. Applejack didn’t understand why he went out to drink with his buddies in spite of his injury when he should be at home resting.

“I ‘spose the rest of the day Ah have no choice but to’ be lazy. All the apple trees have been bucked, what else is there to do?” She brought up a good point. Applejack believed she had a very good work ethic, but with nothing to apply it to, what else was she to do?

She sat in the shade for an hour, enjoying the breeze. She had her hat tipped down, so she could doze off happily. Soon however, she awoke a bit groggy, and realizing she was bored. She slipped her hat back into its original position, standing up and walking back to the barn. She walked by all of her beautiful apples that were placed in various baskets along the side of the barn. She stopped, looking at a basket for a few moments before looking around to see if anyone was around; there was no one in sight.

She jumped into the apple basket, burying herself in all of her beautiful apples.

“Ah shucks, apples. Ya’ll are my real friends.” She adjusted herself in the backset until she felt comfortable.  “Ah even got ya’ll on my flank. That’s how important ya’ll are to me.” She took a bite of an apple, savoring the flavor. “So good…” She moaned slightly, as the taste was almost orgasmic. “All I need is apples. Everythin’ I do is apples. My career is apples, my favorite clothin’ involves apples,” Applejack referred to the hidden apple pattern that aligned the rim of her hat. “All of my existence is apples. Heck, my favorite and only book is that confusin’ apple book… what was it called?” She shrugged, lounging in the apples.

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Applejack had decided to pour out all of the apple buckets out inside of the barn. She had jumped into the giant apple pile, hiding herself inside. She was reading her favorite book: ‘The Mathematical Attestation of the Multi-Apple Paradox’.  She loved all of her apples. Every single apple was precious to her.

She started to wonder what her friends were up to though. Twilight was probably fucking a book, she thought. She started laughing at the thought. She had heard about the story from Rarity, and she couldn’t help but chuckling.

“Doin’ a book: what a silly thing for Twi’ to do. Ah know she loves her books, but it’s a bit ridiculous. Ain’t that right, apples?” She rubbed all of her smooth apples. “Oh…apples.”

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“Ah’m so glad ya’ll agreed to have dinner with me.” Applejack raised her glass. She had set up a table and put a very fancy cloth over it. She had a bottle of wine, which she had poured for her and her date. “Don’t be shy.” She winked at her date.

The pile of apples refused to move. They must not have liked the wine. Applejack picked up on this fact.

“Ah’m sorry apples…” She sighed. “Ah think we should skip dinner then, and skip right to the sex.” She grinned. She leapt across the table into the pile of apples. “Take me apples! Take me!” She spread her legs, sticking an apple into her pussy. “Oh yes.” She moaned. She decided to stick one up her plothole as well. She had hundreds of apples to play with. She took a few more apples and stuck them up her vagina.

She felt the apples she was laying in close in on her. She was in an apple paradise. “All ya’ll apples can share me. Ah don’t mind.” She popped out the apples that were currently inside of her. She stuck others in and took them out after a while. She repeated the process, trying to pleasure all of the apples.

“There’s simply too many of ya’ll! I’ve came a lot of times already. Ya boys tire me out! How ‘bout we save this till tomorra’? She pleaded, but the apples refused. She succumbed to the apples wishes, and continued her process of being gangbanged. “Apples! Ah need ya’ll to sto-” She was cut off by an apple landing in her mouth, stopping her plead. She was being gangbanged by apples. She continued her process, feeling violated by the apples. Eventually she felt her pussy and plothole stretch incredibly to the point where she wanted to scream in both pleasure and pain. She was about ready to pass out. She decided that this was the best and worst part of her life so far. So much pleasure, yet so much rape.

Applejack finally flung herself out of the apples, escaping the rapid gangbang. She collapsed from exhaustion, her pussy squirting out juices in one last orgasm, which also pushed out an apple.

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“Applejack! Ah’m back!” Big Macintosh walked into the barn to see the odd setting: A pile of wet apples in front of a fancy looking table, and Applejack passed out on the ground with her juices dried on the ground. Macintosh didn’t even bother to check up on her. He only shook his head and walked away.