Sunday, April 7th, 2014…

It was getting to about 8 AM and things were just… terrible. I was still feeling shitty about the whole Tristan thing and… I had a boner and those insane urges again. The doctors had given me a medical potion, but of course I had to get a tetanus.

I contemplated lifting weights, but I just… I was just feeling so miserable that I couldn't. So now I was lying on my back, facing the ceiling, just waiting for something to happen.

As I lay there, Twilight trotted over to my bedside. “How are you feeling?” she asked and I shrugged.

“I’m not exactly decent. You mind knocking next time?” I snickered a crude joke while she blushed, noticing the protrusion in my boxers that was pointing straight up. “I just feel… well… you know?” I asked rhetorically, figuring she probably felt the same way.

“Horny?” she replied and I gave her a shocked look.

“NO! I mean, yes, but…” I thought for a moment while I scratched my head. “I just… I feel so bad about what happened,” I explained, and Twilight rested a hoof on my shoulder.

“I know what Tristan did was wrong, but would killing him truly make you feel better?” she asked and I thought to myself. It kind of would… maybe. I wouldn’t know until I tried. “Maybe you should talk to the others. Maybe they feel the same way you do,” she offered.

“Okay, how do you feel?” I asked and she was shocked by my asking.

“Oh… well…” She thought to herself. “Like I said, I’ve never met somepony so… evil, before. What he did was inexcusable but… I don’t know if killing him off would've been the best answer,” she replied, and I tossed the answer around inside my head.

“So where does that leave us?” I asked and she too tossed the thought around.

“To tell you the truth Evan, I don’t really know. Celestia has the guards tracking him down as we speak, but… it’s weird. It’s as if he simply fell off the face of Equestria,” she informed me.

I nodded while she placed a firm hoof over my hand. “Evan, I need to ask you something. Something really important,” she told me and I nodded. “How do you feel about me?” she asked, and I gave her a confused look.

“What do you mean ‘feel about you?’ I don’t get it?” I asked and she looked at me with her eyes, they almost looked pleading.

“I need to know exactly what you think of me.” I took a moment to think, but she interrupted my thoughts and narrowed it down to what she really meant. “Do you really believe that I’m your birth mother?” she asked in a serious tone and I snickered.

“No, of course not. I’m not THAT stupid. I know that you’re not really my blood mother, but… I don’t know how to say it. You’re like… my mom. You love me, you care for me… you protect me, give me shelter… isn’t that what a mom is?” I asked and she nodded. “So wouldn’t that… you know, make you my mom?” I asked. She was lost in my explanation.

“Evan… that doesn’t really make sense,” she replied in confusion and I sighed.

“I don’t know how it works, I just… back on my world, I considered a cow to be like my mom. She loved me, and groomed me, and sat me down before making me talk to her… she was my mom,” I replied and Twilight shook her head.

“No, Evan, that’s only a motherly figure. Not your real mother,” she stated and I just brought my hands up and shrugged.

“Then I don’t know Twilight. If you weren’t my mom then things wouldn’t make sense. I just… I just want a mom.” I sighed and she rested a hoof on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry that all this happened and that you can’t see her anymore.” Twilight offered me words of comfort, but I brushed them away.

“It’s not that…” I got a little choked, up but managed to word out my sentence. “I just… never mind, it doesn’t matter anyway,” I told her, then my cock throbbed, itching for attention. Luckily for me, the depression of everything was killing my urges.

“So… how do you feel about me?” she asked the same question that we had literally just went over.

“I just don’t know Twilight… you’re my mom, but now you’re acting like you don’t want me to be your son,” I replied in a depressed tone and she gasped.

“No, it’s not that! I mean, it… it’s complicated!” she quickly replied and I just shrugged before rolling over on the bed. I closed my eyes, but just as everything started to go black, a presence laid down behind me.

I glanced back to see Twilight rubbing a hoof along my back. “Evan, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. I just wanted to know.” She pressed her face against my shoulder and I felt a tear trickle onto my bare back.

I rolled over and hugged her tightly, my boner pressing up against her and sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine. ‘Yeah… this is really awkward…’ I thought to myself. “I love you mom, it’s just that sometimes I…” She cut me off and placed a hoof to my mouth.

“It’s okay. Things will work themselves out. They always do.” She gave words of comfort that I could live with, for now. “Evan?” she asked and I slowly nodded. “I didn’t know you smoked.” I snickered.

“I don’t,” I replied. I had never smoked once in my life, not tobacco, not weed, and absolutely no narcotics.

“But when you arrived the other day, you had a cigar in your mouth,” she reminded me and I chuckled.

“That’s my Schwarzenegger cigar. I have it so that I can pose like him when I feel like it. Though I wasn’t posing like Schwarzenegger, more like Clint Eastwood,” I informed her and she gave me a questioning gaze.

“You’ve told me who Schwarzenegger was, but who is Clint Eastwood?” she asked and I just shrugged.

“It doesn’t matter really. He was just a really cool “Wild West” actor.” I shut my eyes and slowly fell into a semi unconscious state. I could still feel everything that was happening, but I was too tired to care. We laid like that for over an hour before another presence entered the bed.

A slobbery tongue licked around my nose and lips. “Lassie,” I groaned tiredly and, as I opened my lips to speak, her tongue managed to sneak inside my mouth, tasting the unknown.

“ACK! Lassie!” I coughed from the feel of her dog tongue in my mouth. Twilight nearly leapt out of bed from my sudden outburst. Lassie pawed at my chest and yipped playfully. Twilight sighed to herself contently and looked to me with loving eyes.

“Maybe you should take her out. Get some fresh air, it might help,” Twilight offered and I nodded before getting out of bed. “Oh… and maybe put some clothes on.” Twilight giggled. I looked down to my boner before rolling my eyes.

Shuffling through the clothes dresser, I retrieved the duster uniform and slapped it on. Twilight had so graciously cleaned it for me, so now it wasn’t all squishy and nasty from that magic goo stuff.

It still fit with a comfortable snugness, but now my boner twitched every so often and there was a bulge in the groin of my trousers. “Figures… wanna come along Twi?” I asked, but she shook her head.

“No, it’s okay. But do take care, I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you,” she replied and I nodded, then whistled for Lassie, who hopped over to my side with a playful pant.

As I left, I retrieved my cowboy hat from the hat stand and placed it on my head. I left the library before pacing over to my truck. At first I was going to take Heather with me, my Norinco shotgun, but then I remembered the slip up I had with her.

“Maybe next time Heather,” I apologized, then retrieved my SVT-40. “Oh how I love you so,” I told the gun before also taking a few shells of ammo and a fully loaded magazine. Rather than walking to a destination, I just flopped down by the rear passenger side tire of Cadence.

Lassie walked over and I noticed that her rear end walked a little to the one side while her front walked straight, like most puppies do. She plopped down on my lap and yawned before sprawling out and snuggling into my coat. He fur was starting to grow, like most Rough Collies do when they get older.

“You’re something else dog…” I trailed off and rubbed the box of my truck. “So Cadence… it’s been a while since we talked,” I told the truck.

“Excuse me? I’m sorry if it seems like I’m eavesdropping, but I don’t think I’ve really talked to you that much.” The voice nearly scarred the crap out of me.

“Woah! What?... Oh, sorry,” I apologized to… uhm… I had forgotten her name. She was the pink alicorn with the… thing about love or something. I had heard a few stories about her but stopped paying attention pretty quick because they were kind of gay… okay, they were pretty gay. I mean, apparently she could like make ponies love each other so that nothing would ever be wrong… and that’s where I stopped listening.

I mean, Equestria needed a princess of love? Seriously? Regardless, I wouldn’t think any lesser of her just because of the title.

“Well, I heard you say it’s been a while since we talked, but we haven’t really talked at all since your arrival,” she informed me, and I thought for a moment.

“You’re that mare, err, princess… the pink one that was at… the palace place when I tried going home.” I struggled to remember, but had a difficult time doing so. Most things important seemed to stick with me, but most of my memories were always hazy and sketchy.

“Indeed. I am Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, but please, just call me Cadence,” she informed me of her full name, nickname, and I guess she informed me that she was a princess.

I looked to my truck, then back to her, then back to my truck. “Yah hear that Cadence, she’s got the same name as you,” I told my truck and the princess in front of me raised an eyebrow of peculiar interest.

“Indeed… well, Twilight has told me many stories about you. I have wanted to meet you personally for some time. Please allow me the pleasure of being properly introduced,” she requested in a very dignified manner.

I placed Lassie to the side and hopped up to my full height. Funny, she was actually taller than most other ponies. On her hindlegs, she was a bit taller than five feet, standing at about my chest level.

She took a step back and looked at my imposing frame. “Indeed, Twilight was right. You are very tall…” She gulped, then offered her hoof.

I took her hoof in a firm grip and gave it one shake before releasing it. “Name’s Evan Burdick, but yah can call me Burdy if yah fancy,” I told her and she gulped before nodding.

“Yes… well, it was nice finally meeting you face to face Eva... err, Burdy. I must be on my way. Twilight wished to speak to me about something important,” she stuttered out, almost as if she feared me for some unknown reason.

She quickly paced away to the front of the library while I flopped back down, Lassie returning to her spot on my lap. “See that Cadence? She thinks I’m scary.” I chuckled, but Lassie whined out a vocal note.

“Huh… what’s that Lassie?” I asked and she whined out another vocal note. “You think that I do look a little intimidating?” I asked and she whined again, declining my answer. She pawed at my chest, trying stressfully to paw higher.

Leaning my face down to see what she was trying to paw at, she managed to paw at my mustache, which was turning into more of a handlebar mustache, and connecting sideburns. As she pawed at them, she let out another vocal note, which was more of a bark.

“My stash and burns are scary?” I asked and she let out another vocal note before she tilted her head to one side, saying in dog language: Not really. “You think that, just maybe, I should get it shaved? It has been a while since I last shaved,” I asked and she brought her paws closely together, saying: Just a little.

“Just a trim?” I asked, she nodded, then stretched out with a yawn and relaxed on my lap. “What about you Cadence, what do you think?” I asked, but my truck gave no reply. “Yeah, I think so too. Wanna come along?” I asked my diesel powerhouse.

Again I got no reply and simply chucked. “Alright, if you wanna just chill today, that’s cool with me.” I placed Lassie to the side, to her obvious dissatisfaction, then stood up and stretched.

“Come on Lassie, let’s go see the sights.” With that, we got up and started traversing through the town aimlessly. As we passed house after house, building after building, I started noticing that, despite the other day, ponies were starting to act normal again.

It was as if the feel of gloom in the town had been lifted by some mythical force. ‘Probably one of those magical things from this world.’ I thought silently to myself as I arrived at Sugarcube Corner.

“Hey Lassie, yah hungry?” I asked and my faithful follower piped up a happy bark. “Alrighty then, let’s get something tah eat!” I said in an upbeat tone.

We entered the establishment and the only ponies inside that I could see were Mr. and Mrs. Cake and their twin children: The Cake Twins. “Howdy,” I greeted with a tip of my hat before removing it.

“Oh uhm… hello,” replied Mr. Cake in a somewhat nervous tone. “Uhm… Evan, is it? Sorry, I think perhaps your name slipped my mind,” he stuttered, teeth almost chattering.

“Relax, I’m not in any way offended,” I stated and dropped a Luna bit on the table.

“I need a fine soda. And for my dear friend here…” I trailed off and placed my puppy on the table. “A saucer of your finest milk please. Oh, and two cinnamon rolls, if yah don’t mind,” I stated in a very gentlemanly voice.

“Oh yes… right away!” Mr. Cake took note of my order in a very nervous voice. His wife, Mrs. Cake, ran the cashier and checked my order through, offering me my change.

“Keep it,” I replied and she gasped.

“Oh deary, we can’t. That’s way too much.” She was nearly breathtaken, but I waved my hand. She nodded graciously and placed the change back in the cash register. “If you insist.” She seemed a lot less edgy then her husband who, when he returned, was very shaky.

He was barely able to hold the glasses without spilling them. “He-r-re yah are, mister…” he stammered and I rested my hand over his hoof.

“Buddy, relax. I’m not scary,” I stated and he gulped.

“Mister I… I saw what you did for the town with that boom thingy of yours and… and I gotta say it’s mighty scary. No offence sir, but… you are too,” he informed me. I sighed rather irritably while rolling my eyes.

“Listen, just take a deep breath and pretend that I’m no different than any other stallion.” Just as I said that, a brief memory played through my head from my twelfth grade math class.

I twiddled my thumbs in absolute boredom. Once again, I was left with nothing to do. I was always just one step ahead of the class and always finished my work early because… well, it was kind of easy once I knew what to do. At first trigonometry seemed ridiculously difficult but, in the end, it was really quite simple.

I tilted my head back, leaned my chair backwards, stroked my hands over my face, and let out a quiet groan of boredom. As I leaned forwards, I thunked my head off the edge of my desk with mediocre force, though I didn’t really feel anything.

Letting out another groan, I looked to the room then tossed my pencil into the feeble ceiling tiles. The tip stabbed into the ceiling and remained lodged, just dangling about like a free pencil should.

One of my friends, who was a ‘Link Leader,’ snickered to himself. I think his name was… damn, I can never remember people’s names, oh well, I’ll call him Grieg. “Nice one Burdy, now how’ll you finish your work?” he laughed and I shrugged.

“Oh… I don’t know. I think I’ll just use the force and make it done.” I focused on my paper, pointing my hands at my already finished work like I was actually using the force on it. “There, done,” I stated with a fake breath of exhaustion.

I flipped up the paper so he could see. “Hey, uhh… do you mind if I just copy your answers?” he asked and I shrugged.

“I don’t see why not,” I replied, then handed him the sheet.

“Man, cool. Thanks.” He took the paper and began scribbling down the answers onto his sheet. My Asian friend, Mai, looked over to me.

“Hey, can I use your sheet after him?” she asked and I snickered.

“Aren’t Chinese people supposed to be smarter than rednecks?” I asked and she gasped.

“I am not Chinese. I’m Vietnamese,” she retorted. She knew I was just dicking around with her, so she wasn’t too scorned about it.

“Isn’t it the same thing?” I asked in a dumbfounded voice. Her facial expression was hilarious as she looked to me like I was stupid.

“NO! It’s not even close!” she laughed, knowing that I was still screwing around.

“Well sure it is. You guys all have slanty eyes and are like… ho, gwong chow! Dwang pang pwong pee dah!” I mocked oriental accents while my friend Grieg, or whatever his real name was, chuckled.

“Burdy… you’re so bad,” he laughed and I gave him a blunt face.

“I’m not bad,” I stated in a fake serious tone, a tone that was easier to depict than Schwarzenegger’s acting.

Grieg laughed again then rolled his eyes. “Yeah I know. You’re actually really nice, but only if someone gets to know you,” he stated and I brought my hands up in defence.

“Who would think I’m not nice?” I asked defensively, and in a rather squeaky voice.

“I dunno, a lot of people. You’re kind of scary,” he replied and I just rolled my eyes.

“Who would ever think I’m scary?” I asked, thinking it to be a different answer than what I got.

“A lot of people,” he informed me, almost the exact same answer as last time.

“Why?” I asked curiously. I didn’t think I was that scary. I mean I didn’t have any wicked facial scars, or brutish stubble or an eyepatch.

“Uhm, well, you’re like six foot four…” I interrupted him.

“Six two,” I corrected and he nodded.

“Yeah, anyway, you’re like six foot two, you’re built like a mountain, you exercise in work boots, you’ve always got this… blunt look on your face like you’re a terminator and… you wear camouflage. The only way you could be scarier is if you had a gun with you,” he informed me and I was lost in my thoughts.

“Yeah but… I’m not ‘really’ scary. I mean…” I stumbled for some words, but Grieg just shrugged.

“No, you’re not actually bad. It’s just that people around the school are intimidated by you, but if they got to know you they’d know that you’re actually a nice guy. For the longest time I was petrified of you. Well, that is until I actually met you and got to know you.” He offered me words of semi-comfort. I let out an exhale, baffled that people could actually consider me scary. I’m like a cuddly grizzly bear for Christ’s sake, what’s so terrifying about that?

Present time…

“Buddy, just relax. Here, take a seat and have a drink, on me.” I offered him a chair beside me. He fearfully sat beside me and I sighed in humor. He gulped as his wife set a glass of water in front of him.

I gave him a pat on the back. “So good chap, how’s business?” I asked in a cheery tone.

“Good… it’s good,” he stammered as he brought his glass up to his lips. He was shaking so nervously that he was nearly splashing it.

“That’s good,” I stated, then took a sip of my soda. Lassie finished slurping up the milk from her saucer and started shredding apart one of the frosted cinnamon rolls, her playful whines echoing off the establishment walls.

As she finished up, her tongue slurped across her lips, trying to lick up whatever was left of the icing that stuck to her facial fur. My puppy quickly spotted the second cinnamon roll and made a beeline for it.

“Eh! I don’t think so, this one’s mine,” I told her, snatching it away before she could snag it. She flopped onto her rump and started whining, giving me her puppy dog eyes. “Ugh… okay, you can have half,” I told her, ripping the pastry in half and offering her the larger of the two halves.

The adorable Collie began to thrash the sweet around, then placed her paws on the two sides and began to devour it. In one bite, I devoured my half so that she couldn’t puppy dog eye me into giving her the rest.

“You’re uhm… very kind, sir. Giving your pet that kind of food.” Mr. Cake expressed his feelings towards my offerings of kindness.

“Nah, I’m just naturally good spirited. I just like to see others smile,” I told him and, for the first time, he smiled without too much fear in his expression. Returning his gaze forwards, he took a sip of his water.

Suddenly, a big fluff of spherical fur began to bounce around like a ball. It just looked like a really big pink bouncy ball. Before I could figure out what it was, there was a whizzing sound as it spun into what looked like a tornado.

I felt a damp mist spew at me as the thing spun. After a moment or two, the fluff stopped spinning, revealing Pinkie Pie. She was giggling as she trotted over and patted Mr. Cake on the shoulder.

“Sorry Mr. Cake, I know you don’t like me doing that in here,” she apologized… I think she was apologizing, but if she knew he didn’t like it, why did she do it? Bah, I’ll never know.

“OH HEY EVAN!” She sounded absolutely thrilled to see me.

“Pinkie,” I greeted her with a nod of my head before taking another sip of my soda. Pinkie bounced on all fours around the counter and to the cash register, and then continued bouncing in an energetic manner.

My head bobbed in motion with her bounces as I watched her. “So uhm Pinkie, I’ve been meaning to ask… what do you think about the whole Tristan thing?” I asked and she stopped bouncing, giving me a semi-serious look.

“Well… It wasn’t very nice what he did, but I know that the royal guard is after him, so… I dunno,” she replied, almost as if she wasn’t all that affected by the whole ordeal.

“So what do you think about me? Do you think I’m a failure because I couldn’t stop him?” I asked and she gave me a shocked look.

“WHAT?! ARE YOU CRAZY?! You did stop him. He’s gone from Ponyville now and you destroyed the alicorn amulet so now he can’t ever get his powers back!” Pinkie’s reply relieved me of some of my self-doubt.

“Thanks Pinkie. I’m just kind of feeling a little down lately and I kinda wanted to know what ponies thought about me,” I informed her.

“Well silly, don’t gloom around, just turn that frown upside down!” she squealed while, at the same time, prying my mouth into a smiley face with her forehooves. With that she began to bounce around the store, making up some musical song about being happy even when things look the worst.

After she was finished, my eyes stayed wide. “Wow… okay then.” I scratched the side of my head as I tried to register everything that had just happened. Lassie began to whimper and whine, pawing at my coat.

“No more cinnamon rolls right now. You’ll get a tummy ache,” I told her before picking her up and setting her down on the floor. “Well Pinkie, I’ll catch yah later,” I said with a nod. I looked to Mr. Cake and smiled, happy to have made a new friend. “You too Mr. C, take it easy eh,” I told him with a pat on the back.

I placed my cowboy hat back on and strapped my SVT-40 across my back while I left the gingerbread house.

As I walked the streets, I was happy to see that ponies were really getting back to their old routines, without the gloomy looks on their faces that I remembered from right after Tristan’s escape.

Before I knew it, I was at Rarity’s. I made sure to knock rather lightly, but enough that she’d be able to hear. “Coming darling!” A voice echoed from inside and, before I could posture myself, Rarity swung the door open.

“Oh… well hello darling. I wasn’t expecting you to come by today, please do come in.” She was quick to offer her hospitality, which I graciously accepted. I removed my hat and gave her a nod, I guess because of style or something or because a man is supposed to take his hat off when in the presence of a lady… or mare. Rarity was probably the only mare that I’d take my hat off for in a gentlemanly fashion, since she was the most ladylike and acted as such.

“So darling, how have you been? Twilight said that you weren’t feeling so well,” Rarity asked with a hint of worry in her voice.

“Well, actually, that’s partly why I came over here, to ask you the same thing,” I replied and she thought to herself before answering.

“Well… I suppose I am doing pretty well, all things considered,” she informed me. I was about to ask what her thoughts were about me and Tristan, when a crash upstairs made me realize that she was probably referring to something else.

“Ugh…” she groaned. “One moment darling.” Rarity quickly zoomed away and I could hear her voice from upstairs, though it was rather faint. “Sweetie Belle! What have you done… oh nononono, this is terrible. Those were gems meant specifically for a dress I was designing.” There was further conversation, but something else caught my attention.

A cat began to hiss and claw at me. “Woah, What the fuck?!” I scowled as I tried to step back, nearly stumbling over Lassie who was hiding behind my feet. The frilly cat continued to hiss and claw at me, making Lassie cringe behind my feet.

“Aww, poor Lassie.” I picked up my dog and cradled her in my arms. The cat hissed once more before tossing its nose into the air and skipping away like a royal prick. “Douche,” I whispered under my breath.

Rarity soon returned with a distraught look on her face. “I’m terribly sorry dear, but I might have to cut our meeting short. I recently ran into… technical difficulties,” she informed me. The white filly from school, Sweetie Belle, was at her side with some ridiculous looking sparkly work coveralls.

“Well, I was going to ask for a haircut, but I’ll save that for later. And uhm, I need to ask you about… Tristan,” I told her, and a look of distaste came across her face.

“That no good, pilfering rat is scum… ahem, pardon my language,” she apologized for the very mild tone and I shrugged. “Darling please, let’s not speak of him. What he did was inexcusable and the royal guard will find him and punish him as such,” she explained to me everything about the topic that I wanted to know except one thing.

“You don’t think I’m a failure, do you?” I asked and she gasped in shock.

“You? A failure? My word, I would never think so low about you darling. As far as I’m concerned, you’re the newest hero of Ponyville. You kicked that disgusting little weasel out of Ponyville. Why in the world would you think yourself a failure?” she asked and I shook my head.

“Oh, no reason really. I was just having self-doubts for a while. Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I thanked her and she looked down to her sister, then back to me.

“Darling, I hate to be a burden, but if you would be so kind as to escort my sister to Applejack’s for the day, I would be most appreciative,” she asked, in a very ladylike way, and I nodded my acceptance of the task.

“Sure, no problem,” I told her and looked to Sweetie Belle. “Well, if that’s everything, I guess we’ll be on our way.” Rarity nodded, let out a sigh of exhaustion, then trotted slowly back upstairs as Sweetie Belle, Lassie, and I left.

Sweetie Belle pranced around with Lassie in an enjoyable nature of excitement. “So Evan, why haven’t you come to school lately?” Sweetie Belle asked from out of the blue. I pondered the question, then gave her the best answer I could come up with.

“Well… I haven’t really had time lately. Sorry, my schedule has just kind of been full recently,” I informed her.

“I knew it! I sooo told Diamond Tiara that the only reason you weren’t coming around was because you were too busy saving Equestria. She kept saying it was because you thought we were weird because we were blank flanks. Can you believe that?!” she gasped as we continued along, eventually reaching the dirt path leading to Sweet Apple Acres.

Sweetie Belle began to rant on and on about getting her cutie mark today, apparently they were going to be construction ponies. I guess their plan would be worth a shot. As we arrived, Sweetie Belle rushed over to the other two young fillies and showed them the coverall thingies that she had procured from her older sister.

The trio squealed in excitement then rushed off. Applejack trotted over and gave me a light punch to the side. “Ahh, just the pony… err uhm… guy, ah was looking fer,” she told me in an upbeat tone.

I raised an eyebrow while she began explaining what she needed me to do, not even bothering to ask if I would help, probably knowing as well as I did that I’d be helping regardless.

“Ah got some square hay bales that need tah be stacked. Ah’ll pay yah good, promise,” she offered, but I waved it off with my hand.

“Don’t worry about pay, I got money to spare,” I informed her and she gave me a genuine smile.

“Well ah’ll be. Thank yah kindly sugarcube… now go on, ain’t got much sunlight left today.” She smiled and began to trot off, but I reached down and spun her around. She gave me a shocked look and I gulped.

“Uhm… AJ, I need to ask you something, it’s weird and uhh…” I trailed off and she gulped.

“Uhh… are yah feelin okay?” she asked hesitantly and took a step back.

“Dandy, why?” I replied and she pointed to my crotch, where a tent was pitched. “Oh for the love of God, I’m under the effects of that goddess forsaken tetanus crap,” I muttered and she let out a ‘phew.’

“Sorry, was just wonderin’. Yah kinda grabbed me, said it was weird, and had a weird look in yer eye… that an yer uhh…” she trailed off, making me roll my eyes.

“It’s not that, it’s about Tristan.” Her faint smile immediately died.

“Ain’t got nothing tah say ‘bout that goon… hope he dies a pitiful death under a rock, mind muh language,” she apologized and I nodded.

“Yeah, right, anyway… you uhh… don’t think I’m a failure because I didn’t shoot him… do you?” I asked and her mouth went agape as she gave me a shocked look.

“Now what’s got yah thinkin yer some kinda failure? Heck, ah don’t know if ah’d be able tah kill him, so it’d never be right a me tah think down upon another if they couldn’t. Gee, ah dunno if killing is even the proper answer. Sugarcube, what yah did was just fine, an anypony who says differently can talk directly tah me cause ah’ll set em straight.” AJ gave me words of comfort that nearly brought tears to my eyes.

“Thanks AJ… ahem, I’ll get to those bales now,” I told her then paced over to the barn and peeked inside. Lassie followed, but she soon spotted Winona and the duo rushed off, barking playfully at each other. Nopony was around, leaving me to my own device.

I quickly went to work stacking the bales, mostly into the far left corner. Before I knew it, Big Macintosh was beside me, grabbing bales by the twine rope with his teeth and tossing them up.

“Howdy Mac,” I greeted him and he simply nodded. “Fine day, huh?” I asked and again he just nodded. “So uhh… anything new happening lately?” I asked, trying to make small talk with what I hoped would be my first male pony friend.

He shook his head and I rolled my eyes. “Don’t talk much, huh?” He shook his head and I asked another question. “No as in: no you don’t talk much, or no as in: No, you do talk?” I asked. He opened his mouth to say something, but then just grabbed a bale with his teeth and tossed it up.

It didn’t get high enough, and tumbled back down. I grabbed it before it fell then tossed it up, the bale landing on top of the pile. Leaning on the side of the bale piles, I looked to him with curiosity.

“Alright big guy… since you don’t talk much, I’ll be the story teller,” I said with a bright smile, but he barely even made eye contact for a second. ‘Christ, and this stallion is pretty big, for a pony, yet he is about as shy as Fluttershy,’ I thought to myself.

“Well let’s see, I came from another world and can never go home…” I began as I started tossing bales into a new pile. “I’m living with my mom in a library treehouse… well, she’s not my blood mother, she’s just my mother…” I continued to tell him about me.

“I secluded myself in the basement for over six months. I like to work out, I’m partly Christian…” Big Mac started to struggle as he tried to keep up with my pace. I slowed down a little and matched a slower pace with him so that he wasn’t pushing himself so hard.

“You know, you don’t have to push yourself to match me. I won’t think you’re weak or anything,” I told him. He nodded with a gulp. “Well, I guess you can already see that I’m strong. I’m not actually all that scary when you get to know me… ugh I guess I have a natural talent with animals like cows and dogs… and I’m kind of gentle, but don’t tell anypony that I said that,” I ordered him in a rather soft voice and he nodded his reply.

Soon enough we finished and I rubbed my right arm across my face, brushing away the sweat. “So how bout you, red? You got a story?” I asked in a panting voice. He stepped back and gulped, looking at me as I leaned on the bale pile.

“Well?” I asked curiously, wondering what the story was behind him. His ears perked up and he quickly rushed out of the barn. “Okay then…” I trailed off, feeling a tad bit sad that he had run off on me. I was really hoping to make a male friend. I seriously needed a guy friend, hanging out with a bunch of mares made me feel weird when I thought about it.

As I leaned against the pile of hay, I got a bit aroused, still under the effects of the tetanus potion. “Oh for fuck’s sake…” I whispered a silent curse to myself. I tried to think of other things, but all I could think about was getting off.

“Why the hell do they have those stupid side effects? Isn’t there a more sensible solution?” I asked myself. ‘Well there is the needle,’ my conscience replied. “I said sensible, not worse,” I told him. My conscience replied, but not in the way I would’ve thought, my cock twitched in need of attention.

‘That’s all I have to say,’ my conscience told me, then my twitching buddy became unbearable. “Okay, okay, okay! Shit…” I cursed to myself before peering around to make sure I was alone.

Sheepishly making my way around to the rear side of the hay pile, I made sure I was alone. A shiver went down my back as I pulled out my cock and began to stroke him rapidly.

“Come on… come on!... Jesus, you wanted to get off so… cum already…” I was a little hesitant about talking to myself during masturbation, it just wasn’t something I was used to.

Although I was heavily aroused, no matter which way I stroked myself, I couldn’t get off. “You know, if you weren’t such a dick, I would just ignore you,” I muttered to my cock as I continued to jerk off.

After several minutes of just standing, jerking off, I wondered if perhaps it was because I was standing that made it difficult to orgasm. ‘It shouldn’t, seeing as how I’ve jerked off while standing before… I think I have anyway,’ I thought to myself about the topic before quickly crawling on top of the bales, lying down, then continuing my indecent act.

“Come on… come on… COME ON!” I started getting angry at my inability to cum, and then of course my conscience came around to laugh and make puns. “Yeah, cum on, cum on, cum on me!’ he snickered. I snarled in reply and started jerking my shaft a little more furiously.

Before I could even think, a wet tongue licked the side of my neck. “Ack!” I gasped then looked to notice Lassie, her front end lowered as she panted, wanting to play. “Not now Lassie,” I told, her but she whined and pawed at my face. I started to scratch behind her ears while still choking the chicken.

‘Man, start fantasizing about stuff. I want to imaging fucking a pussy,’ my conscience argued. I thought to myself. This whole time I had been so fixated on beating off, that I hadn’t really imagined myself fucking anything really. I had just stood around, fucking my hand.

“Oh yeah, that’s right,” I replied in an upbeat tone. “I guess I should fantasize about something, huh?” I asked and my conscience replied in an upbeat tone, ‘Yeah, the one with the grey pegasus, she’s sexy!’

“Oh? How bout fuck you. I’m not gonna imagine myself fucking a pony!” I snarled and he snickered. ‘Why not, you have before. And besides, if you don’t, then you won’t be able to get rid of your little problem… ahem, I guess it’s a big problem.’

I brought my right hand to my forehead and massaged it, thinking furiously about how to stop this insatiable urge. Before I could think, the smell of cock entered my nostrils and I briefly reminisced on the fact that I was stroking my forehead with my masturbating hand.

A shiver went down my spine, along with a tingly sensation. My senses sharpened and I got the feeling that something wasn’t right. I listened for a moment, but all I could hear was my heartbeat.

The brief second that I had stopped masturbating drove my cock insane, sending mental notes to my brain to start jerking off again. My urges quickly took over and I was back to beating off.

“God this is difficult,” I mused to myself.

“Sometimes when my sister is doing it, she closes her eyes,” replied a young voice from behind me.

“GAH!” I screamed in shock, leaping up, but losing my balance and falling down the hay pile. I shook my head several times before looking up to the tip of the hay pile, only to see the three crusaders and Lassie looking down on me.

“WHAT WERE YOU DOING!?” I gasped as I tried to conceal my member. Lassie let out a whining vocal note. “No, not you,” I replied and looked to the three crusaders.

Applebloom scratched her chin before remembering just what exactly they were doing. “Well, we were tryin tah build a nicer deck fer our treehouse, but we ain’t strong enough, so we asked Big Mac if he could help, but he couldn’t. ‘BUT,’ he did send us over here tah ask if yah could help us,” she informed me.

“Well… how long were you watching me?” I asked and Sweetie Belle shrugged.

“Just a few seconds. We saw that you were trying to cast a magic spell with your horn and sometimes when my sister is having trouble, she closes her eyes and tries harder,” she replied and I sighed in relief, thankful that they weren’t familiar with human anatomy… or maybe they weren’t familiar with male genitals… hopefully both.

The good news was that the scare they had gave me had driven away my urges for the moment. “So how bout it?” Scootaloo asked and I raised an eyebrow.

“How bout what?” I asked, but rather than answering, she tossed me a hammer.

“Will yah help us build a nicer deck?” Applebloom asked in a very hopeful voice.

I scratched my head in thought. I didn’t really have much to do, but I really didn’t want to get aroused around foals, even if it was unintentional. “Uhm… I don’t know…” I trailed off, but they all rushed down and gave me puppy dog eyes. “Oh okay,” I stated, then we all walked towards their treehouse. As we passed the entrance to the barn, I grabbed my rifle and slung it across my back, just to be safe.

As we continued towards their treehouse in the forest, they became affiliated with Lassie. The foals absolutely adored her, and would barely ever set her down. Lassie, in the same respect, relished in the attention she was getting, making me roll my eyes.

Late afternoon…

So the afternoon didn’t go so bad. I managed to keep it in my pants and it was kind of nice to do some construction, even if it was half assed.

The new deck looked… alright. It wasn’t super nice like a mansion deck, but for a treehouse, it would suffice. “ALRIGHT! CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS CONSTRUCTION PONIES!” they all cheered, then looked at each other’s flanks.

“Anything?” Sweetie Belle asked, but Applebloom and Scootaloo shrugged. “Darn… well, at least we got a new deck,” she said in an enthusiastic voice. The others nodded then all looked to me.

“Thanks for the help,” the thanked me in unison, then all ran up and hugged me. The contact with them would’ve been nice, if I hadn’t already been previously aroused. The contact simply worsened it.

“Ugh… yeah… ngh… no pro… problem,” I grunted, but they must’ve noticed something was up, because they all gave me weird looks.

“Are you alright?” Applebloom asked worriedly and I nodded.

“Yeah, fine, just fine. Listen uhh… it was fun constructing with you and all, but… I gotta go!” I stammered quickly before briefly returning their embrace, grabbing my rifle from the nearby bench, and then rushing off. Lassie yipped, then quickly rushed after me.

I didn’t go far, only fifty yards, before setting my SVT-40 down and flopping myself against the trunk of a tree, sitting my rump on the cold ground. “God… I gotta find a better way to heal my injuries,” I whispered to myself before continuing my masturbation that had been interrupted earlier.

As my breathing slowed, my tempo became steady but, once again, I found it nearly impossible to get off. Lassie simply stood around, from time to time she’d find something interesting in the fresh grass and bark at it.

I sat for nearly twenty minutes before my senses went on full alert again. I snatched up my rifle, then peeked around the tree trunk. Lassie noticed my action and rushed to my side. There was nothing. I turned my view to the opposite side and began to peer around, my rifle leading my sight. Just as I peeked around the tree, I spotted something big and red.

My finger instantaneously began to squeeze the trigger but, at the very last possible second, I stopped, yanking the rifle away with a gasp. “GAH!” There was a moment’s pause and Mac stumbled back a little, almost as startled as I was.

“What the fuck Mac, I nearly blew your head off!” I told him with a serious tone in my voice. He looked down to the ground in timid pity, sad that I had spoken to him in such a stern voice. I let out a sigh. “Sorry Mac, I know that your shy and stuff… it’s just that you scarred the living crap out of me,” I informed him and he nodded, still looking at the ground. “Hey Mac… Mac.” I tried getting his attention, snapping my fingers to try and get him to look at me.

He peeked up a glance and I smiled. “Sorry for being so stern. I’m just not used to getting startled like that.” I comforted him as best I could. There was another moment’s pause before I wondered to myself. “Hey Mac? Are you like… taking a stroll or something?” I asked and he looked back to the treehouse.

“Oh, just making sure muh sis is okay,” he replied and my mouth nearly went agape.

“Holy crap… you just… talked,” I gasped, then shook off the thought. He looked down on me with a sudden, serious gaze.

“What were ‘you’ doing?” he asked in a very serious tone. I opened my mouth to reply, and then realized that I was in a bit of a pickle.

I was jerking off with his younger sister nearby and, on top of that, it would be difficult to construct a lie because my cock was still out. “Uhm… in all honesty…” I trailed off and his serious gaze continued to stare down on me. ‘God, I didn’t know this guy could be so serious,’ I thought before giving him the blunt truth.

“I got winged by a pellet of buckshot the other day and needed a healing potion, but now the side effects of that tetanus crap is hammering me and I’m hornier than… well, I’m pretty goddamn horny,” I informed him. He stood there for a minute before looking back to his sister, then back to me.

“Well okay… just as long as yah weren’t doin nothin funny tah Applebloom.” He relieved me of the stress from his gaze, but offered a new stressfulness.

“MAC! I’m not some freaky perv!” I argued, but he simply shrugged, trotted over to a tree only a few yards away from me, then slumped down to his flank, sitting in a similar fashion to me.

“Ah ain’t accusin’ yah of nothing, but ah can’t be too careful,” he replied. I closed my eyes and rested the back of my head against the tree trunk with a sigh. After a moment or two, I heard a light flapping sound.

My left eyebrow lowered while my right raised itself, curiosity enticing me to what the flapping sound was. I leaned my head forwards, only to be disgusted by the sight that beheld itself.

Mac was beating off. His large equine cock stood straight up as his damp, wet hoof travelled up and down the length of his shaft. “ECH! MAC!” I stuck my tongue out in disgust.

“What?” he asked with a shrug. ‘What? What?! WHAT?! That is how he replies? With ‘What?’ Is he serious?’

“What do you mean ‘what?’ You damn well know what! You’re jerking off!” I replied in a grossed out voice.

“Well tah be fair, you were too,” he stated. I tried to conjure up a reply but couldn’t. This was borderline gay.

“Yeah but… you’re a guy and I’m a guy and… it isn’t right. I’m not gay,” I told him and he shrugged.

“Well neither am I, but ah usually go here tah masturbate. And on top of that, ah’ve needed to do it all day,” he informed me.

“UGH! Okay, I’m out, this is too weird,” I stated and tried to stand up. Just as my rear was lifting off the ground, my arousal kicked in and my elbows gave out, flumping me back down to the ground.

‘Oh god no… I’m not gay… not even like 1%, not even like half a percent…’ I trailed off my thoughts and tried again, only to have the same results. My arousal was so determined to get off that it would barely allow me to perform simple actions.

“Havin a bit a trouble?” Mac asked, but I didn’t even look to him. The fapping sound of him jerking off was enough to twist my stomach.

Sitting back down, I was nearly blinded mentally by the sight of the stallion whom still stroked his cock attentively. “I can’t get off…” I trailed off, figuring if I couldn’t stand, I might as well discuss my problems, seeing as he was here.

“Well the point of masturbation is tah touch yourself-” he began, but I cut him off.

“No, it’s not that! I mean, for some reason, I can’t get off today. It’s just driving me insane,” I informed him. While he continued to stroke himself with his right hoof, he scratched his chin with his left.

“Well… sometimes I spit on my hoof to get it slick. Then it feels a bit better… and if I spit on my… thing, it feels even better when I rub it,” he informed me shyly.

I was disgusted by the fact that I was actually going to do this, but it was either this or wait until the effects wore off. I would be willing to bet that Mac would probably get off before that happened, so if I could get off first, then bugger off, I wouldn’t have to see that.

I took his advice, spat on my hand and cock, and then began to rub it. True to his word, it did feel a lot better. For several minute we just sat there, jerking off… god it sounds gay just saying that. Jerking off with another guy… ech.

After several minutes, I came to the very blunt decision that this wouldn’t work fast enough. “Yeah… this isn’t working,” I muttered.

“Well, sometimes,” he began as he rearranged himself. “If ah kind of tilt muh thing forwards, then cup muh balls with the other hoof, it feels really good.” He then proceeded to cup his balls with his left hoof while tilting his cock forwards. The tip pointed directly at me and the image burned my mind.

“UGH… I’ve been mentally scarred for life.” I felt extreme self-pity as I followed his lead. I will admit that he was true to his words. This did feel good.

He began panting, grunting, and muttering dirty things to himself. Mostly things about pussy, snatch, or buck hole… some of the things made me snicker because it was Mac saying it. I guess having a shy and timid stallion saying ‘snatch’ was just humorous.

After a short while, I couldn’t handle it anymore. “Okay, this is way to fucking gay for me.” I cursed myself for ever even contemplating this, and then tried to stand. My legs didn’t even respond, while my elbows started to work, before simply failing as my urges kicked in.

“Oh my God… this is embarrassing,” I whispered before sitting straight up. Mac’s pleasure became more vocal, sending shivers down my spine.

“Some… sometimes ah… ah think about havin sex… with mares… or even other things…” Mac panted before closing his eyes. “Whatever gets… gets me off… ah’ve even fantasized about Bridgette,” Mac informed me.

“Is she like a super-hot mare that every stallion wants to rut or something?” I asked and he shook his head. The answer I got almost made me lose my lunch

“Oh golly no… she’s uh… she’s a cow,” he replied honestly and I nearly gagged.

“GUH FUCK MAC!” I gagged again at the thought of it, but he merely shrugged innocently.

“Ah don’t know… ah just… ah just couldn’t get off one day an saw her out in the fields grazin an… well, ah just started fantasizing about her,” he informed me and I shivered in disgust. Just the thought of that creeps me out. Mac and a cow…

“Sometimes yah just have tah… go with the flow,” he stated and again I shivered. I tried painfully to get up but, despite my disgust for the subject, the urges held me down.

I quickly came to the consensus that I’d get off as quickly as I could, then just sulk about it later and despise myself for this very moment. I skimmed through my thoughts to try and fantasize about something, but there was nothing to fantasize about.

“If only I had my magazine… but nooo, it has to be in my truck,” I muttered in an annoyed tone. Mac’s grunts drowned out my angry mutters as I tried to think about the magazine. Thinking back to the cover of the Playcolt magazine, I tried to visualize the mare from the cover, but to no avail. All I could see was a blurry blob. That was nowhere sexy enough to get me off.

All that came to mind was the memory of jerking off inside my truck, which didn’t help. “Ugh… if only my truck was here, then I could get my magazine...” I trailed off, still trying to visualize the magazine. The memory of my soft truck seats came to mind, the comfort of how good my truck seats felt…

I shuddered, but Mac’s words of wisdom came to mind ‘Whatever gets me off…’ I shuddered, but still, all I could think about was my truck… ‘What?! Am I seriously getting heavily aroused by the thought of my truck?!’ I thought silently, but again, Mac’s words of wisdom came to mind.

Her chrome grill bars gleamed in the sunlight as she sat silently and I shuddered, still stroking myself outside my fantasy.

“Oh Cadence… I love yah baby,” I said, inside my fantasy world, as I slowly stroked my left hand along the driver side quarter panel. The headlight rack lights lit up just as I reached the driver side door. The edges of her body trim seemed to gleam in the afternoon gaze. Her glossy coat was soft to the touch, sending sensations through my hand that traveled throughout my entire body.

My hand started to stroke myself faster and I felt myself building up. I grunted quietly while my fantasy continued. I popped open the door and stepped in, my pleasure building with every passing second.

A gleam of light glanced across the entire hood as I gently closed the door. Her inside was warm and cozy, the seats were equal in terms of comfort. I let out a deep exhale as I stroked the steering wheel, gently rubbing the cruise control buttons as if they were nipples.

“Ohh Cadence… you like it when I do that?” I asked my baby. My hand stroked along the window and up to the roof, then to the sun visor. As I pulled it down, a set of keys fell, which I promptly snatched from midair.

“UGH,” Mac’s grunt punched through my fantasy bubble and gave me shivers. I had nearly forgotten that there was a stallion jerking off just a few feet away from me. I hadn’t noticed, but I was very close to an orgasm. As much as I hated to admit it, Mac was right. Just whatever got me off…

My right hand stroked along the dashboard of my truck as my tongue drooped out from my mouth and I began slobbering it along the steering wheel ring. “Oh yeah baby… I bet you like that, huh?” I asked in a very dirty tone.

My left hand began to stroke the left side of the dash while my right hand slipped down with the set of keys, into the ignition lock hole. I swiped the naughty key and the ignition lock replied with a beeping sound. “Oh, is that right?” I asked, then started licking the cruise control buttons.

I started lacing the key tip around the ignition key hole. “Mmm… you’ve been naughty… I think I should punish you.” I whispered to her in a seductive voice. I lined up the tip with the entrance and slowly stuffed it in until I could push it no further.

I let out a hushed sigh as I rubbed my cheek against the steering wheel, setting off the horn. “Yes honey… soon.” I began to twist the keys until the dash indicator read ‘Wait to start’ in red letters.

I felt pressure building up in my groin and my back began to arch itself naturally. Quiet groans escaped my mouth as the pressure soon became too much for me to handle. My hand jerked erratically around my cock as I began to reach the climax that I had been desiring all day.

The indicator light disappeared and I cranked the keys. The engine rumbled to life with the iconic diesel chug. I felt my hips lock up while my body tensed. I let out a powerful moan as I felt my cock blow its load, unloading my entire capacity onto the ground in front of me.

Quickly falling out from my fantasy, I shuddered about the awkwardness and mental scarring it had caused. “I don’t want to go to the doctor’s ever again…” I muttered. Mac was grunting heavily, eyes closed, and hips jerking. I raised an eyebrow due to how strangely he masturbated. It was like nothing I had ever heard of before. He was literally acting like he was having sex. My eyes went wide as I realized something terrible…

Minutes before, Big Macintosh’s fantasy world…

Mac was hornier than a ten peckered billy goat, and all day he was having a frustratingly hard time keeping 'It' out of sight. But now in the barn, all alone, he had a chance to get rid of 'It'. He quickly began jerking himself off, trying as hard as he could to get off as quickly as he could to lessen the chances of being caught by somepony.

Not long after he had started, he heard a faint moan from a few stables over. He stopped jerking and listened to make sure he wasn't just hearing things. Sure enough, another moan could be heard. Curiosity getting the better of him, he stood up and silently traveled towards the origin of the moans.

He slowly crept around the corner of the stable, only to see his eldest, younger sister, bent over and masturbating, with her snatch in plain view. With the way she was bent over, Applejack hadn't noticed Big Mac. The big red stallion held his chest, trying to keep his racing breathing to a minimum. He gulped deeply and was just about to sneak away, when a moan from AJ caught Mac's attention.

His rod stiffened and made the stallion grunt. Another, more pleasured moan, made him turn his view back to his sister, who was still occupied with herself. Urges, having got the better of him, subconsciously controlled Mac's right hoof down to his cock, then began to stroke it as his eyes never deterred from his sister's soaking cunt.

As AJ continued to pleasure herself in front of Mac, albiet, unnoticed to her, Mac grunted rather loudly. AJ's eyes went wide as her tail whipped between her legs and she spun around with a scream, ready to boot whoever was peeping on her. As she realized who it was, she became a mix of anger and embarrassment.

"MAC!" She screamed and Mac stumbled back, almost on the verge of an orgasm. "What in tarnation do yah think yer doin?" AJ screamed and Mac just gulped then tried to sputter out an excuse. "Don't yah lie big brother! You'se was watching me, weren't yah?" She yelled.

Mac gulped then nodded again in shame. "Sorry sis... ah... ah jus..." He trailed his front hoof around in the dirt, looking only to the ground. AJ continued to hold her flank, hiding it from her brother's view. Her heart was still pounding and her nerves were still on end, but she eventually settled with the thought that at least it wasn't some pervert all the way from Ponyville.

With a sigh, she looked to Mac with a loving smile. "Ah forgive yah Mac. Just never ever peep on a mare, ever again. It ain't what gentlecolt's do." She ordered him. Big Mac nodded, stood up and gripped his sister in a tight hug, his erection accidentally brushing up against AJ’s stomach, sending a pleasured shiver up her body.

“Thank yah sis,” Mac thanked his sister.

“On one condition,” she stated and Mac gulped.

“Ahhh, come on sis, I cleaned the stalls last time,” Mac pleaded, thinking that was what she had in mind.

“Nuh, uh. That ain’t what ah’m talkin bout Mac,” Applejack replied, making Mac wonder just what she had in mind. Unbeknownst to him, he had already been aroused beforehoof, and that brief contact had been the final straw.

Slowly stepping back, she turned around and wiggled her flank in full view for Mac to behold. “Sis! Whatta yah thinkin?! Granny would-” he began, but Applejack whipped back around and planted her lips on Mac’s.

For a moment, they shared a very passionate kiss, their tongues tangling together. After their kiss concluded, Applejack spun back around, dangling her rump in front of Mac. “Come on big brother! Ah know yah still want tah cum. Why not do it in me?” she asked seductively.

“WE CAN’T DO THAT! What if yah got pregnant!?” Mac gasped and AJ rolled her eyes.

“Ah ain’t in heat no more. Don’t worry bout it. Now come on, rut yer little sis.” She giggled, continuing to sway her rump to and fro.

“Well… if yah insist… but ah don’t think Granny would approve,” Mac replied back. AJ just rolled her eyes, nearly dying of deprivation.

Mac’s gut wrenched in nervousness. If somepony were to see them…

He stood behind his sister, his pony shaft now twitching in anticipation. He let out a deep exhale. “Are yah sure sis?” he asked and she nodded.

“Yes, just put it in me already!” she ordered him and he gulped before leaping up to his hindlegs and mounting his sister. Wiggling around to try and line himself up, he moved about and nearly lost his balance just before AJ shoved her rump right up against his groin.

Mac grunted as her flank cushioned his balls in such a way that he nearly came. “Calm down AJ… just let me get it in.” Mac continued to shuffle around until he felt something wet brush against the tip of his cock.

He twitched before slowly pushing at it, and he was surprised to feel himself slide into something warm and slick, almost like a tunnel that fit perfectly around his cock. He had never done this before, but the experience was thrilling.

Applejack moaned as her brother slid deeper and deeper into her love hole. “Oh yeah big brother, this feels great,” Applejack moaned. Big Mac soon found himself buried right to his hilt. He tried to breathe, but found it extremely difficult with the amount of nervousness that plagued his mind.

What if his sister got pregnant from this? Even if she wasn’t in heat and the uncommon event happened that she caught… The thoughts riddled Mac’s mind but soon stopped as AJ slowly tilted forwards, sliding his cock out of her wet, juicy snatch.

The feeling of not being inside of her nearly drove him over the edge, and he quickly stuffed himself back in with one powerful thrust. A grunt exited his mouth that was mixed with a moan from Applejack.

“Sis… are yah really, really sure?” Mac asked in frightful hesitation. AJ slid herself forwards, then slammed her rump against Mac’s hips again, sending another powerful surge of pleasure through her brother’s groin.

“Does that answer yer question?” she asked in return. Mac gulped then nodded before starting to slowly rut his sister.

Mac’s throbbing cock slid peacefully back and forth inside his sister’s warm tunnel. As he continued his motions, the inside walls of her pussy constantly contracted and retracted, massaging his member as it offered her pleasure.

“Oh Mackie… this feels wonderful.” Applejack moaned. The younger sister started rocking her hips in fluid motion with his gentle thrusts, adding to the pleasure and producing a slick squishing sound.

As Mac continued, AJ felt a building pressure in her stomach area and began to thrust a little harder against her brother. His member continued to drive deeper and deeper into with each consecutive thrust, driving her wild with the building pleasure.

Mac continued to delve himself into his sister’s soaking vagina, each thrust nearly toppling him over the edge. “Sis…” He nearly trembled as he spoke. “I’m… I’m gonna…” He trailed off as he tried to get a grip on his orgasm, trying to hold it back just a little longer.

AJ was relentless, simply not replying and continued to slam her hips into Mac’s. Mac grunted just as his cock started to swell. The end of his shaft flared out and his thrusts became erratic and jerky.

“A…AJ…” Mac groaned before one final thrust. His hips locked forwards, and he sunk his head into his sister’s mane while he endured his orgasm. His first jet of cum sprayed the inside of his sister’s cunt, mixing with her own love fluids.

He thrust himself deeper and blew a second load of cum. As his thrust took up whatever room was left inside of Applejack’s snatch, their fluids were pushed out, oozing from AJ’s entrance and dripping down to the grass below.

The feel of her brother cumming inside kicked Applejack into her orgasmic state. Her knees locked up as her entire body stiffened. She could feel his hot sticky semen lace her insides while her walls clamped down and tried to milk him for every last drop.

Her front legs gave out and she fell face first into the ground, continuing to relish in the feel of her brother’s twitching cock inside of her, filling her to the absolute capacity, and then finally overflowing.

Evan’s perspective…

My eyes went wide as I realized something terrible. “OH SHIT!” I gasped as I dodged my body to the right. Mac’s cock flared and then the first jet of cum spurted out, only traveling to the end of his hindlegs, but the second spurt launched several feet, flying right at me.

The spooge skewed off my left shoulder, where my face had been only fractions of a second before. “Eww… what the fuck,” I swore as I tried to wipe away the disgusting goo from my shoulder.

Mac let out a deep sigh before looking to me. His eyes went wide in shock. “Ah, ah’m sooo sorry. Ah didn’t mean tah-” he began, but I cut him short.

“Mac my friend… can I call you my friend?” I asked seriously and he nodded. “This is one of those times that we never speak of ever again… in fact, we don’t even remember it and, if it ever comes up, we force it from our minds,” I told him. He nodded quickly. “Okay… well… good talk,” I said in a very scarred voice.

We both stood up. “Yeah, good talk… friend,” he said, then offered to shake my hand with his right hoof.

“Uhh… no… that’s the hoof you were masturbating with,” I told him. He looked to his hoof then noticed the spooge on it. I offered him my left hand, which he graciously shook.

“Okay… now let’s go on our way like none of this ever happened,” I told him. He nodded and I grabbed my rifle. As my thoughts returned to what I had been doing beforehand, I noted that I still needed to reconcile with two more mares. Lassie, probably having no clue what just went on, yipped happily before prancing around my feet as we began to walk to our next destination, the hospital…

Author's Notes:

Now I know what a lot of you are thinking "K, the truck thing was just messed and weird." But now think of where this character thinks. He believes Twilight to be his mom, so sex with her would be to him, what the whole truck thing was for you guys and gals, just a very awkward boner... or for women... I'm not sure what women experience during arousal... wetness I suppose? Sorry, Im not familiar with that stuff.
Oh and before I forget, have a good one eh!