The ritual of getting one’s hair cut was one that most wanted to put off, but always realised that they needed to get done. People would fight for days, weeks, sometimes even a month or two before finally agreeing to get one. That mentality was universal; it even went as far as reaching stubborn, giant creatures like Applejack. It had been a long while since Applejack had last had her hair cut and it was starting to become a problem. He hair was getting in her eyes, in her mouth, and it was even messing with Butter Nut. Now that she was over thirty-two feet in height, Applejack’s hairs alone were 1/8^than inch in thickness, meaning that if enough of them were shed during the night or during the day, then they could cause trouble. Ponies had begun to trip and tangle in them if not aware of strands. Sometimes on a windy day errant bundles of them might collect into wispy tumbleweeds, an amusing if annoying sight. The leaves and branches around Sweet Apple Acres looked to be strung up with golden tinsel, like numerous Hearths Warming trees. After one too many complaints by the public at large, it had been decided for her that she would get a haircut. Even if she considered it unneeded, or not the time for one. Even Butter Nut was on the side of the public, as he too had been on the receiving end of her hair troubles at home.

Late one night, when the pair had been feeling particularly amorous, Butter had suggested they play a little game. A game of roleplay hide and seek in which he hid around the home, with everything sized up to meet Applejack’s standards, no compromised scaling. This made him seem around one foot tall; big enough to be seen, but certainly easy enough to keep himself hidden as well. The game had progressed for hours, with Applejack pretending to be on the trail of some prominent orchard pest, taking to the role quite well. She made Butter shiver with her descriptions of what she was going to do to him when she finally got her hands on him. Had she been talking about a real pest then there might have been simple talk of squishing or crushing, but for Butter she made it more appropriate to him. Instead there was talk of grinding, smooshing, kissing, and even one mention of ‘going to town on’, which almost made Butter give up. Neither of them were creatures of surrender though and Butter was especially determined to keep hiding. There was a lot on the line for him. The terms of the game had been that if Butter won, then he would have been allowed to pick one thing that he got to do with Applejack and she couldn’t refuse him. Likewise, if she won, then she was allowed to pick one thing that Butter loved to do, whether it be to her or something else, and stop him from doing it for a week.

So the stakes were high and Butter was seconds away from clinching his way to victory. There was one hiding place he had that Applejack couldn’t hope to find in several years of looking at it. Granted it was somewhat of a cheat in terms of where it was, but all Butter had been thinking about was winning the game. He’d spotted the cupboard that held his hiding place and had scampered across the floor only to be clotheslined by a couple of stray hairs that had attached themselves together. The line of hooked hairs spread from the coffee table and the side of the sofa and had been pulled tight by the constant breeze exerted by Applejack’s large feet as she stomped about. Butter unfortunately threw the game, as Applejack found him soon after, quickly declaring herself the winner. Butter called for a redo, but the judge (Applejack) had ruled against him, citing that he had no evidence to prove a do-over was necessary. So when the people of town had called for Applejack to get a haircut, he was right there with them, standing up for a game he lost. That and the fact that she had taken away the right to the television in the house from him.

So, after much nagging from a disgruntled Butter, Applejack reluctantly gave in to the pressure and decreed that she would have her hair cut. That left Butter having won the battle, but not quite the war, as now he was presented with how he was going to actually cut it. He was one man and Applejack was a being with one heck of a lot of hair. It would take him over a day, if not longer, to cut her hair into a shape that was pleasing to his wife. So he did what he felt was right in this situation: he went out into town and applied for ponies to come meet him at an undisclosed location for a little hair cutting session. He made it clear that Applejack would be the only one who would actually be having her hair cut and if anyone was looking to get one for themselves, they should try the barbers. He returned home later that night, confident that he had done enough to ensure that Applejack would have a decent crew to work with.

When the day came, Butter wasn’t surprised to find that the majority of those that had shown up were males. A few females, but the most were totally hot blooded males. Butter should have seen it coming from a mile away. The chance to meet a giant female, one who had trouble finding clothes to fit? Yeah, this had trouble written all over it. Still, even if they were there for somewhat nefarious reasons, by showing up they had agreed to work for him. So, he set about handing them a pair of hedge clippers, and giving each a crash course in ropes and pulleys for some of the trickier parts. To aide in enabling the haircut, Mayor Mare had even allowed the use of Town Hall as scaffolding to reach Applejacks’ impressive height. Better than her charging the couple with public littering at least. Once everyone had the required knowledge to make good on their promise to work, Butter requested that Applejack stay completely still for the duration of the work. She was allowed to move the workers around should any of them attempt to try their luck with her however. Once she outlined a few of them, it would be up to Butter to deal with them in a manner befitting both Applejack and himself, and then kicking them off the project altogether.

Now, despite Applejack’s size in comparison to her workforce, the first part of the process was actually easier than first thought. The length of her ponytail hung down to below her waist even when she was stood up, so in her sitting state it bunched up against the ground. So her team went to work with the clippers, lopping off great wads of hair at a time. Those that were finding it hard to chip in carted away the excess hair, piling it up by Applejacks’ side, where the wind couldn’t blow. Butter meanwhile had already begun on phase two: moulding and sculpting the hair that she couldn’t tie into a ponytail. Ordinarily he would have trouble finding a decent spot to get to work, but thanks to the second story balcony and a safety harness he and a few others could reach just. Applejack wasn’t too impressed with it, since she still had to bend her head some to aide them, but she suffered through like a champ and sent Butter constant looks that spoke of her expectations. All the while making sure that the few safety straps placed directly on her were still in place and that any ponies climbing up were secure.

Once adequate work was placed on her head, the second target was Applejack’s tail. While it wasn’t as unkempt as her hair, there were still some problems that had arisen from the length. Dragging over the ground, it most recently had begun to catch on and carry away numerous carts. Sometimes with their drivers still in the seat, hollering and sputtering through the thick strands of dusty hair. Ponies were also being swept off their feet by it, and gusts of winds caused when it wagged blew unsecured objects away without warning. Although Applejack’s hair was the leading cause for the loose strands cropping up around town, the true felon in need of trimming was her tail. As it was much lower and thus in range of affecting regular ponies, it had to be trimmed the most so as to give the biggest reprieve. Applejack and Butter had debated fiercely for hours on just how to go about this. While she was fine with a shorter style than typical of her hairdo, never had it crossed her mind that her tail would have to be tampered with. She firmly refused to let it be cut back nearly to the rump, but simply ‘taking a little off the tip’ would not cut it. In the end neither won; the final result would leave her tail at just above her knees in height, which was over twice the height of most ponies. Plenty to bundle into her customary ponytail band, but not lead to batting townsfolk in the face.

Back in the present, Butter and his team had already removed a fair chunk of Applejack’s tail, working in tandem with each other. So much in fact that the clean-up crew were beginning to have a problem with the volume. They were unable to gather it in ample time to prevent more than a few strands from blowing off. Countless bags had been used already to store it all for disposal, but with the addition of the tail is was starting to outpace their efforts. To remedy this they called up to the higher hairdressers. Those working on her head and shoulder ceased their work for a time, which thankfully succeeded before all parties resumed their tasks.

Eventually, her tail was cut back into a much shorter version. Butter carefully worked on neatening up the ends before having another mare assist him with placing the hairband back into place. Applejack didn’t look at it; the upper team had already begun to work on her head in the meantime. They split off, two ponies working on the ponytail. Another two worked on the fringe and sides of her head. All in all leaving Applejack in quite the precarious situation. With all the hairs that were falling down and snagging on places like her nose and lips, it fell to a few team members to brush them away. The only problem being that the brushing was causing her to be tickled, and in the case of her nose, it made her feel like a sneeze was welling up. She did her best to hold it in, but she and the team knew it was never going to hold. Right when she thought she had saw it off, it came right back at her, trying to catch her off guard. Thankfully, Applejack was able to nip it in the bud each time it resurfaced, keeping things to a minimum on the head movement front.

Sooner than they thought, Applejack’s haircut was completed and once everyone had climbed off her body, she began to look for a way to see herself. Butter had already planned ahead for that and had borrowed Spike from Twilight for a simple task. Leaning inside the open window on the bottom floor of Town Hall, he gave a sharp whistle for the cue. All of the windows on the side facing Applejack suddenly swung open, angling themselves just so that their freshly washed and polished glass flashed in the sunlight. The result was that of a multi-faceted mirror for Applejack to view herself by. It still required her to lean in some to see the finer details, but not only did Spike get a nice tip for this, but it also further enamored Mayor Mare to them. After all, a well-cleaned office was a well-run one. Upon seeing herself, Applejack went through an array of emotions. First her face contorted into anger at seeing just how much of her original hair they had cut off, leaving her with a short, pixie cut kind of look. Second, it turned to contemplation as she thought about how much more it freed up her face and seemed to increase her beauty. Finally it arrived at happiness/acceptance, knowing that if Butter had been happy to stop the work there, then she was happy to wear it as well. There were cheers in the small crowd below once Applejack was visibly happy. Even Butter couldn’t resist giving himself a pat on the back at a job well done.

With her new haircut, Applejack was certainly getting a lot of attention from the males on the team. Some of the less composed members of the team were content with just wolf whistling at her, which as much as it annoyed Butter and Applejack, wasn’t the kind of behaviour he would kick them for. The rest were a little more hands on, resting up against her legs and hips, prodding her rear. Applejack swatted them away, whilst Butter pulled and shoved the rest, though the bulkier looking folks he left to Applejack. There was no way he was starting a fight that he couldn’t finish. With the majority of the team kicked off for their devious behaviour at the end, Applejack and Butter bid the others farewell. That wasn’t to say that this was the end of their problems; those that were still infatuated with Applejack’s new hairstyle followed suit. She was quite aware that they were there, but she was focused on Butter and making their way back to their love nest.

Butter wasn’t faring much better however. He wasn’t used to Applejack getting this kind of attention, outside of himself. He didn’t consider himself to be the jealous type, but the constant jeers and comments she was receiving on account of the haircut was bringing it out in him. He clenched and unclenched his fingers as he walked alongside Applejack, mere moments away from requesting that she turn around and stomp the whole crew into the dust. He knew Applejack would never agree to such a thing, but the thought of her doing it did give him some solace. The rabble behind him grew so bad that he was beginning to fantasise about the peace and quiet that would come with Applejack answering his request. Oh how he couldn’t wait to get home and just relax with his now even sexier looking wife. They might even redo their game again, with Butter finally winning at last. He wanted that victory almost as much as he wanted the group behind him to shut their traps and go home. So consider him surprised when Applejack made a suggestion as to where they should head.

“Actually, Butter, if ya don’ mind, ah wouldn’t mind goin’ out t’ get somethin’ t’ eat.”

Butter started up at her in bafflement. “What? I thought we were going home?”

“Well, w’ can do that if ya like, but ah would really like t’ get somethin’ t’ eat in town.”

The crowd behind them cheered at the prospect that they were going to get to spend more time following Applejack and Butter like dogs with a bone. Some even hollared out suggestions to where they, that is they and Applejack, could go, without Butter. As Butter Nut turned to glare at the latest idiot, secretly, Applejack was enjoying the attention. She got a lot of attention from Butter, sure enough, but this was something completely new. She’d never had a mob of people rushing around her; trying to get her attention, calling out to her and falling over themselves to get her attention. It was refreshing. She was so used to people avoiding her step, or taking the long way around to get out of her way. Even people being downright rude to her when they encountered her. She was ready to milk it for as long as she had it and while this was her opinion now, she wasn’t sure if it would last. She wasn’t like Rarity; she didn’t thrive off attention from folks every day and every night. The last thing she needed was to lead them back to her home so they could hang around and wait for her every day. Butter clearly didn’t think as far ahead as she had, but once they sat down to eat and the crowds disappeared, then he’d see her plan unfold.

So further into town they went, going to the only place they could think of with an outside eating section big enough. Butter grumbled to himself as he went inside to tell the kitchen to prepare to cook like it had never cooked before, and let the waiters know they would be dining outside. After he explained just who the staff would be dealing with, they treated it almost like a VIP had arrived. They brought out long, velvet ropes and placed them around the pair, shoving the crowd as far back as they possibly could. It was certainly a boost to Applejack’s ego to see them tending to her like this. First people were clawing at her over her haircut and now she was being treated like a film star. Butter wasn’t as impressed as Applejack, but he certainly welcomed the peace and distance between them and the voyeurs. He joined his wife at the table, not that she could really sit at it given her size, but it was the thought that counted. A waiter brought them something to drink whilst they read the menu, though for Applejack he just left several bottles for her. They laughed and joked after placing their respective orders, all the while Applejack making slight glances behind her at the crowd. As time wore on, it began to wane, with each member of the crowd slowly disappearing once Applejack refused them attention. By the time their food actually arrived, the crowd was a shadow of its former self. Leaving Butter and Applejack practically alone and finally able to chat about the day.

“As much as I love the new style that you’re rocking, I have to say, this day has been frustrating.” Butter grumbled, poking a fork into his salad and waving the leafage around in the air. “Getting all those ponies together, climbing up and down to manage them all, making sure everything turned out right. Especially the work itself. But then they all turned into a bunch of mindless nits, nipping at your heels like-“

“Mah mah mah, are ya gettin’ jealous there, Sugahcube?” Applejack teased, grinning widely.

He harrumphed. “…Maybe a little. You’re my wife, and very special to me. I just wanted to enjoy your new look in peace, y’know? Seeing all of those other stallions vying for your attention…well…you might be a big mare. But that doesn’t mean I have to just, let it happen! I certainly didn’t care for all those glances you kept giving them now and again. You were acting like how Miss Rarity gets sometimes in fact.”

“Oh Sugahcube, ya really know how t’ make it hard on yerself, doncha? Ah wasn’t doin’ any o’ this fer them.” She looked over her shoulder to see that the crowd had totally dissipated. “Ah wus doin’ it because ah didn’t want t’ lead ‘em back t’ where we lived. Ah mean, could ya imagine our lives w’ a screamin’ mob outside? Ah don’ think ah could take it.”

“You mean, it was all for show?”

“O’course! Ah’m jus’ as eager t’ get home as yerself,” She leant in close. “An’ between you ‘n me? Ah’m really excited t’ see jus’ what ya mean, when ya say ya wanted t’ enjoy mah new look…”

Applejack winked at Butter and sat back up straight, tucking into the next course of her dinner, which had arrived during their conversation. Butter felt something twinge inside his mind. Applejack had never winked at him like that before, nor had she hinted at something like that last sentence. It was a like a light was flicked inside his mind, sending him into overdrive. Tonight was the night for something and all things considered, he felt like he deserved whatever it was. He stood up from the table, sending his food tumbling to the floor. He loudly announced, to the smiling and giggling Applejack, that they had to leave right this minute, informing the restaurant that he would be down in the morning to pay the bill. The waiters considered arguing with him, but when the customer you had beef with, also had a giant and equally excited wife, one could be forgiven for backing down. Besides they were actually good regulars, so Butter was considered trustworthy. The pair of them went racing across town, Applejack’s thumping footsteps no doubt shaking up some of the residents. They carefully navigated their way through the orchard and back to their home. There they let themselves in and Applejack sauntered across the living room, giving her hair a little swish this way and that with a hand.

Butter watched on in open mouthed awe, even as Applejack dropped the sheet she had been wearing on her back since the work had begun. She let it tumble to the floor as she stepped away from the door. The harness was next to fall off her body, clattering as it bounced over her wide hips and kicked away the next second. Butter was drawn along the trail of her clothes like a moth to a flame, a delicious, apple-scented flame. The top and bra was next to go, draped ever so carefully across the arm of their sofa. Butter stood at the end of the sofa, as he heard her flop down into the cushions. The tell-tale ‘sch-Whumpf!’ of her rear colliding with those feather filled seats, followed by a heavenly sigh of relief. Butter remained at the edge of the sofa, looking up at the next part of her ensemble. One giant pair of boots hovered above him, those orange toes wiggling at the tips. He braced himself as Applejack rested one foot on top of the other and carefully dragged her shoe off with the help of her other foot. Butter groaned and quivered as that blissful ‘shhhhf’ of her shoe swayed its way through his head. Even as her boots clattered all around him, he was getting chills from that one sound. How had he not known that Applejack could be this much of a tease? As the final boot fell, her legs rose high into the air, her wiggling telling all about her removal of her shorts. As she flung them away with reckless abandon, a bell rung in his head. Up there on that sofa was a giant, naked farm girl, and if he was going to miss out on that, he would need his head examined. A low, sultry voice then came from the sofa.

“Mmm, ah heard that there was a Sugahcube aroun’ here, lookin’ t’ show me somethin’...”

Butter felt like he was about to bleed away all his blood through his nose. He had to get up there and he needed to be up there yesterday. He scrambled up the side of the sofa that was closest to him, reaching the summit in record time. His rested for breath against Applejack’s left foot, staring out across the Valley of Applejack bared before him. Those long, strong, legs, curving along the sides, bulked up by muscle at the back. Her tender thighs, deceptively strong yet thick with fat. A little twitch from her was all it would take to reveal such complex musculature behind that disguise. Those wide, curvaceous hips, hanging over the edge of the sofa, almost rippling in the gentle breeze from an open window. The curve was so very fine, working its way higher, gradually, and ever so gradually curving inward to meet with her stomach. The way her hips and thighs seemed to melt together in a sea of orange, the occasional muscle bulge looking like a wave on that sea. Her toned, flat stomach, outlined with a six pack, almost a badge of honour to prove to Butter just how strong she was. He admired the way her sides seemed to fold inwards at intervals, giving her curves on top of curves. Like this woman needed to be anymore curvy. His eyes rose higher until he was presented with her breasts, thick, round, and oh-so very tight. Not a single ounce of fat was wasted on these things; sure they were big, but they clung to her chest with an iron grip. Now sagging, but with all the jiggle they could muster. Her pink nipples sat atop each peak, a summit that Butter would happily aspire to climb. Then atop all of that was her face. That perfect, freckled face, smiling at him from afar. Her mysteriously retrieved hat was tipped slightly over her forehead due to the armrest and somehow she had got her hands on an oversized piece of wheat to chew on as well. Some people might have asked questions; Butter simply groaned and fanned himself rapidly. This here was the complete farm girl package, and Butter had it all to himself.

“Are ya gonna sit there an’ gawk or are yer gonna start an’ show me what ya meant by ‘enjoy’, Sugahcube?”

Butter delivered on his words. Tonight was a night that she would certainly not forget for quite some time…