"You know, I'd love to but I just wanna get comfortable over at the farmhouse. You know, drop my bags off and such? I have been carrying 'em a while."
"Oh, shoot, a course, cuz." Applejack says, "Go on, I'll catch up with you. I've got a lot of product to move, Granny Smith'd have my hooves if she heard I was chatting it up with a cousin 'stead of selling apples."
The mare then turns and places her body under the harness of the apple cart, pushed her body upwards and pulling the cart up onto its wheels. She also gives you a splendid view of her well-toned flank, glistening with sweat, as it flexes upwards to hold up the weight of her product. You leave Applejack with a friendly wave as she returns to her apple selling. If she was pointing you the right way, this "Sweet Apple Acres" should be nearby. The path starts sloping uphill and you notice apple trees dotting the sides of it. You must be getting close. Before you can go much further, though, you're accosted by a bite-sized yellow filly who scrambles from the grove covered in bee stings and panting for breath.
She notices you, however, and is suddenly able to ignore the numerous itchy welts on her flank, "Heya, ya new here? Ah'm Applebloom! You here fer the apple pickin'? Ah'd love ta help ya but ah gotta get mah Cutie Mark fer beekeepin' so-"
"Oh no dear," You fake your most polite voice, "I'm your cousin, Orange Cream. Applejack sent me here, I'm going to be staying with you guys for a while."
From the look on Applebloom's face you'd think you would have told her Christmas was coming early this year. She jumped into the air and clicked her hooves together happily. She's running around you and asking a million questions. You could hardly keep up with the precocious little darling. Thank goodness another pony showed up before this little dynamo ran you ragged.
"'Scuse me Miss, is lil' Applebloom giving you trouble?"
Well, to call this hunk a pony was certainly an injustice. He was enormous, maybe twice your width, measuring from his broad shoulders. His body was knotted with muscles from countless days spent on this orchard. Most notable was his neck, thick as your hind leg, and his toned flanks. You certainly wouldn't mind sinking your teeth into those apples.
You flip your hair back a bit, just to make sure you were looking good. You tell him, "Oh, this little sweet thing, she's not bothering me at all. I just told her-"
"She's Orange Cream, an' ar cousin!" Applebloom interjects, "She's gonna live with us now!"
"Well shoot," The stallion says, "Name's Big Macintosh. How about we get you to your accommodations so you can settle in?"
"Uh, heh, yeah.. That'd be great." You say, trying(struggling more like) to sound articulate. He gets close to you, very close for someone who you're pretending to be related to. You can actually feel his breath blowing through your hair.
"You know you're a cute lil' thing." He says, "Maybe you'll be bunkin' with me."
Holy horseapples. You're so turned on right now that you don't care that Big Mac apparently has no problem with fucking his cousin. Just when things were about to get juicy, though, a certain yellow filly springs up between you both.
"Hey, are we going or what? Don't tell me yer flirtin' with her already!" She asks.
Big Mac blushes, "Applebloom, git outta here! Go back to messin' around with Honey Suckle's beehives will ya?"
Applebloom blows a raspberry at Mac, and he fumes over, stomping his hooves. The whole display makes you nearly break down laughing, but you have to keep your mission in mind. Big Mac'd be a hell of a lay, and getting him on your side would be useful. And even if you can't get him to help you, a good fuck will tire him out enough to make disposing of him much easier.
On the other hoof, Applebloom's a nubile young filly. Curious enough to try anything, if those beestings are any indicator. She's be perfect for your little "package" you keep handy. In fact, if you play your cards right you could have quite a bit of fun using that "device".
Decisions, decisions...
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