As for what the nervous farmer wore during her first nocturnal outing, she had made due with a pink tank top she had outgrown, and a pair of light blue jeans she had cut so short that they resembled a thong to a distant observer. Even Applejack herself couldn’t help but notice that if said shortened jeans didn’t resemble a tight-fitting thong before, it certainly did so now while its strained cotton fabric was currently wedged snugly between the gelatinous assfat comprising her ponderous rump.
Even as she strolled through Ponyville’s moonlit streets in search of her first “customer”, and also making sure to give herself a seductive gait to better accentuate her body’s curves, Applejack found it difficult to ignore the unusual sensation of her shortened jeans’ inner lining incessantly grinding against her nethers as they constantly rode halfway up her plump rear. It was apparent to her that with every seemingly drawn-out step she took, its cottony fabric would stretch and glide across her privates, simultaneously stimulating the hard nub of her moistening pussy, and teasing away at her puckering asshole.
Combining the accidental self-stimulation with the lewd thoughts and expectations that were festering in her mind ever since she left the barn, Applejack found her body already worked up for her first potential client before they had even met.