Author's note: As you may know, I do fapfics for request. I've had an awful lot of requests for Apple family incest fics. These were all conceived as separate stories, although there's some continuity between them, and they all share a theme. So I thought I'd post them as chapters just for convenience. This first one is a very, very early story.

Big McIntosh was hammering away. Running a farm was tough business. Sure, farms could bring in a lot of revenue, but the profit margins were razor thin. They had to cut as many corners as they could. That’s why he was out here in the workshop behind the barn, where they had a small forge. Most families would just pay the few extra bits to have their horseshoes repaired at the proper blacksmith’s in town. Not his family though, nope. Why pay money when for a few hours of hard labor you could solve the problem yourself? Or at least have Big Mac do the labor and solve it for you. He was the only one with the strength to handle the bellows and the hammer. Finally done hammering the horseshoe into shape, he plunged it back into the bucket of water one last time. He was done here. Time to move onto the next chore. He paused for a moment, looked out the shop’s wide door, and wiped the sweat from his brow.

His little sister was trotting up the path. She was soaking wet. She had a bucket by the handle in her mouth. She also had a large smile on her face. It wasn’t a sinister grin, Big Mac noted. She was much to devious to look devious. It was just a big happy beautiful smile, like she didn’t have a care in the world. As she got close, she didn’t say “hi.” She just laid down the bucket in front of him, and pulled at the brim of her hat a bit. Drops of water flew from the hat, turning a golden color in the afternoon light.

Big Mac looked down into the bucket. It was half full with lumpy white butter.

“Oh, not again,” he said.

“Oh, c’mon. Quit being such a baby,” AJ said. “It’s not like you don’t want it.”

“What I want is something else. You know what I want.”

“Oh now don’t you start your fussing. I won’t have this argument again. You know how long it took me to churn that butter?”

“The same time it takes you to churn butter every day?” he asked.

“Every day? C’mon, big brother. You know I’m not that hard up. Quit fooling around.”

Big Mac didn’t respond except by sighing. His sister could be so demanding. There was no point in resisting it. His sister trotted around, being careful not to spill the bucket, and kissed him on the cheek. She always kissed him on the cheek. Never on the lips. She was such a strange filly. It just made him angrier. AJ could tell. So she kissed him on the cheek again. And again. She kept kissing him, moving up towards his ear. Finally, Big Mac broke into a sheepish grin.

His sister returned the grin. “There, that’s not so bad. It’s all down hill from here, OK?”

“Okay,” was all Big Mac could say.

AJ tickled his nose with her tail; Big Mac inhaled deeply as she did so, then she ducked under his torso. She didn’t have to duck very far. His frame was so much larger than hers, she almost looked like a nursing foal. She stuck her face up to his balls. Now as it happens, ponies are always naked, their bits hanging out for everyone to see. Of course, in polite pony society nobody is supposed to look. And nobody ever does, especially AJ. Except when she and Big Mac were alone, of course. She loved his balls. They were bigger than any apples, and more fun to play with. She loved how soft and pink his sack was; it was free of the coarse red hair on the rest of his body. She nuzzled up into it. First up the middle; his balls spilling over either side of her snout. Then she stuck out her tongue and jostled each one. She took first one, then the other halfway into her mouth, rolling her tongue around.

Big Mac moaned. It was sort of low rumble. His whole ribcage vibrated. AJ loved that sound, especially from underneath him. She took a step or two back, and put her lips up to the loose skin of his sheath. Her tongue darted forward. He was salty. She reached further with her tongue and just touched the tip of his dick. She tasted the sweet taste of pre-ejaculate. His dick stirred. In one fluid motion, it slipped out of its sheath and into her waiting mouth.

She had to take another step back. She couldn’t take it all, not that she didn’t try. Big Mac was proportional to his size. She could take his glans, at least. And she could take it halfway up the shaft. She took it out of her mouth and corn-cobbed it for a bit, working her way up and down the shaft. Soon he was flying at full mast.

“That about does it,” she said, proud of the sight.

“If you say so,” her brother said.

“Hush.” AJ went over to the bucket and scooped up a glob of butter in her hoof. She went back to her brother’s cock and started smearing it up and down the length of it. She couldn’t help but work some of it on with her mouth.

“I’m gonna get chubby if I keep doing this,” she said.

Big Mac just snorted in response. Soon she had his dick covered. Well, most of it. There were still a few rough patches. And other patches where clumps of butter still stuck, unsmeared.

“Good enough,” she said, getting excited.

“If you said so,” Big Mac said again.

“Hush.” AJ looked around the workshop and found something she could use. She pulled an old ratty horseblanket from off a shelf and draped it over the anvil. She stepped over it with her front legs, and got up on the padded anvil with her hind knees. Her rump was sticking way up in the air, just the perfect level for her brother and his erection.

“I’m all yours,” she said.

“Not all of you.”

“Now don’t start.”

Big Mac came forward, but hesitated. “You’re all cleaned out, right?”

“Of course I am. You know the drill. I just spent the last half hour in the river facin’ downstream. Why do you think I’m all wet?”

“And you’re gonna return the favor?”

“Have I ever not returned the favor? Quit horsing around. I’m all ready.”

Big Mac came forward again. He stuck out his tongue and centered it straight on his sister’s anus. He had a big dick, and she had a tight ass; sticking it in was never easy. They had both gotten it down to a science. She giggled a bit at first, and then guffawed in the way that she does sometimes. It tickled. He tasted... nothing, which was fortunate. Except perhaps for some river water, which was fine. He tried to get his tongue in a bit, but it didn’t make it far. It always surprised him how this always happened, despite his girth. He wanted more lube, so he licked downwards, stroking his sisters cunt with his whole tongue. Again, river water and just a mild hint of her usual flavor. But the smell of her pussy made his nostrils flare. He was already fully erect, but her pheromones sent him into overdrive. He could feel the blood pressure rising in his dick, stretching it as far as it would go.

“Now you be careful down there, Big McIntosh,” AJ said. “Don’t you go popping my cherry.” Big Mac returned to her ass. His tongue slid in easily now that it was slippery with his sister’s juices. “You know how proud I am of my cherry. Princess Celestia says that good ponies abstain from sex before marriage. She doesn’t say nothing about no butt-fucking, or blowjobs, or rimjobs, or 69ing, or hornjobs, or eating out other fillies. But she’s clear on sex. So I’m waiting. Yessiree, big brother. I’m saving my cooter for some nice colt one day when I get married. I’m a good and proper pony. I...”

“AJ!” said Big Mac, pulling out for a moment.

“What?”

“Stop talking,” he ordered.

She was going to apologize, but she just shut her trap. Big Mac went back to work. Big Mac had heard all that before. A million times before. It was a bit of a sore spot for him. He just didn’t seem to understand her situation. She almost felt guilty for enjoying this rimjob. Oh well, the main course was coming up.

Big Mac soon had his sister ready. Her butthole was nice and relaxed, and all lubed up. He stepped over her. He didn’t even need to mount her properly, he was that much bigger. AJ swung her tail out of the way. Big Mac waited for his cock to stop swinging back and forth. Once it had, he shoved it into his target.

“Careful,” AJ reminded him. Big Mac said nothing. He was always careful. His middle name was careful. He worked himself back and forth, only the tip of his dick actually going in. AJ moaned and cooed beneath him. He couldn’t see her face, but he was sure she was biting her lip and had her eyes shut tight. His sister was one tough cookie. It took him several minutes of working it back and forth by a smidge before it was in good and proper. It wasn’t all the way in, but it was as far in as it was probably going to get. Big Mac didn’t want to force it. This was enough for the both of them, so Big Mac set to work, thrusting away.

AJ was screaming and hollering. She always loved this part. She was shouting like it was some kind of rodeo. Big macs balls were slapping up against her pussy, stimulating her clit. They always had a big wet patch on them after they got through with this. He could never exactly tell when his sister was cumming. She just always shouted like this. Could have been one big orgasm for all he knew. He never asked, and she never told.

Truth be told, he was getting tired of this little ritual of theirs. They’d been at it since they were foals. He wanted her pussy, and he wanted it bad. He understood why she wouldn’t give it to her. That didn’t mean he didn’t want it any less. Maybe he wanted it even more because of that. It was very unfair, but what could he do?

Big Mac shoved his sister so that her knees slid off the anvil and she was on all four hooves. He was standing on his hind legs, his front hooves around her waist. He was careful not to put too much weight no her. He knew she couldn’t take it.

“Walk,” he said.

“What are you doing?” she asked, dumbfounded.

“Just walk,” he said. “Into the barn.” He nipped a bit at her neck and she started walking. She looked out of the workshop in case anybody would see. He shoved again, and she tried to hurry up to get into the barn. Anybody looking would have seen her with her brother’s dick up her ass. She made it to the barn without anybody seeing, or without Big Mac falling out. They were beside a big pile of loose hay.

“What are you thinking?” she asked. She was confused, yet amused at his strange behavior. This was some new game of his. It turned her on. And then she screamed. Big Mac picked her up by the torso and fell back into the hay. AJ shrieked with laughter. Here Big Mac was, lying on his back in a big pile of hay, with his dick straight up AJ’s butt. She was squatting over him, facing away, and naturally started working herself up and down.

She liked this, she quickly realized. She was in control now. It was a new experience to her. Getting it up the butt could be rough, and now she could work it just the way she wanted it. She was holding onto her brother’s upright legs for balance when she looked down. She could see her own pussy, and now that she wasn’t on her front hooves, she could play with herself. With her brother’s dick up her butt, and her own hoof rubbing her clit, she entered a new world of pleasure. She looked down again and realized that if she used her imagination a bit, it looked a bit like she had sprang a pair of her own balls. Big Mac’s balls stuck out from underneath her exactly as if they were her own. So she started playing with those too.

Big Mac must have liked it. He was grunting and snorting below her. She could go deeper too, in this position, almost all the way to the base. It was as far in as it had ever gotten. Big Mac was heaving underneath her. Finally he threw her off into the hay and stood up. She got onto her four hooves, expecting him to take her from behind again. Instead, he threw her back into the hay, this time on her back.

He had a wild look in his eyes. He spread her hind legs apart in front of him. His massive erection almost looked sinister. She had never seen him like this before in all their years.

“Now, don’t you do it,” she screamed, suddenly frightened. “No! Don’t! Don’t stick it in my...”

Big Mac stuck it in. He stuck it back in her ass. AJ breathed a sigh of relief. Her brother was fucking her butt in the missionary position, that was all. It was new to her, though. She realized that he was getting it all the way in, and it didn’t even hurt. She just felt all full up. His eyes were rolling into the back of his head. He was enjoying this. She was surprised to find that she was too. There wasn’t much reason for her to be doing so. Her pussy was just sort of pointing straight up in the air. Nothing was touching it. His balls were hitting the small of her back instead of slamming into her clit the way she liked it. Still, she liked this. It was like he was fucking her pussy from behind. She could feel it pushing her upwards. In fact, as she looked, she could actually see her belly heaving up where Big Mac was pushing on it from the inside. She wondered what it would be like if he came inside her. He hadn’t done that since she was little. Usually she just took the butt-fucking, then went behind him, “returned the favor,” slapped his boner up against his belly a few times, and he’d come. That was good enough for him. He liked that. She was liking this. A few more minutes and she might actually cum. It didn’t look like she would make it, though. Big Mac was about to blow. He had that look on his face again.

Suddenly, Big Mac leaned forward and kissed her full on the lips. He wasn’t supposed to. That was just somthing brothers and sisters didn’t do. He forced is tongue all the way in. AJ didn’t stop him. She almost came because of it. Then he pulled out of her. He swung his cock upwards, and then down on top of her with a big wet smack. It stretched near from her rib cage down down over her belly button, between her erect nipples and over her crotch. Big Mac shoved her thighs together around his shaft.

“What do you think you’re doing this time?” she demanded to know.

He pulled out once from between her thighs, and then shoved back one more time in, slamming against her as hard as he could. She was looking right into it when he came. He gave her every ounce he had. She turned her head up and away, but it just splashed everywhere on her chin. He pulled away, leaving a wide streaming trail of semen from top of her forehead to her crotch. He chuckled, then fell into the hay beside her, exhausted.

She tried to rub it off with the hay, but she only got hay all over herself, sticking to the cum.

“What did you go and do that for, silly?”

“I like to cum on you, sis,” was all he said.

“You know we can’t do that anymore. Use Applebloom if it’s that important to you.” That was a joke. They hadn’t gotten their sister involved in any of the fun yet, although they had both thought about it. “ We haven’t done that since before I blossomed into marehood. Look... see? You’ve got it all over my cooter. If you got me pregnant, I’ll never get married. I’ll have to stay here forever, a spinster.”

“Relax, it ain’t all bad.”

“Oh, and why in tarnation not?”

“Then I’d get your cooter all for myself,” he chuckled.

“Shoot, sugarcube. That’s almost sweet.” She got up from the hay, still covered in cum and straw. “Look at me, I’ll have to go down to the river to bathe again.” She started off, dripping cum as she went.

“Hang on, I’m coming with you,” Big Mac said, getting up to follow. His flaccid member still hung from his sheath, also still dripping.

“Why?” she asked.

“Gotta get cleaned up. You still need to return the favor.”

“Are you serious? You just came!”

“You promised.”

“Fine, fine. I can’t stay mad at you, big brother. Is after supper good for you?”

“Eyup,” he said.

When I first started getting requests involving the CMCs, I would get a little uncomfortable, given the subject material. All of the early stories turned into wacky comedies that nobody would take seriously. Then I got this request, and the requester specifically wanted something a little bit darker. It wasn't easy to write. But I couldn't help from squeezing in a joke or two

Applejack knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Cheerilee called.

Applejack swung open the door to the school house. She found the foals divided into groups to work on some kind of art project. “Oh hi, Applejack,” Cheerilee said. “You’re here for Applebloom. Applebloom?” she called out, “could you get your things? It’s time to go.”

Applejack smiled as she watched Applebloom get up from her table, trot over to her cubby hole, put on her saddlebags, and wave good bye to her classmates. Cheerilee saw them out the door.

“Ah don’t understand why you have to take me out of class,” Applebloom said as they made their way home. “Ah like school.”

“Well, it’s because of a certain lesson that Cheerilee is scheduled to teach this afternoon,” Applejack explained.

“But I thought school was about lessons,” Applebloom said.

“Oh, it is.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Well, you see, you come from the Apple family. That’s good stock. We’re clean and wholesome. We believe in values, and morals, and tradition. Good Celestia-fearing people. That’s why it tans our hide when we watch society slip through the cracks. What with all the juvenile delinquents running around listening to rap bands, and certain equine minorities moving into our neighborhoods. This country is on the wrong track. And part of the problem is the lessons they’s teaching in the schools. Lessons contradictory to our traditional belief systems.

“Oh, we tried to stop it. We put our people on the local school board to stop it. And we did for awhile. But then some bleeding heart types took us to court, and they won. On account of activist judges. And we took it to the supreme court but it don’t really count because they was activist judges too. And then we took it to Celestia herself and she said the schools could teach those filthy lessons. But she doesn’t count either on account of nobody hass seen her birth certificate so we don’t know if she’s really from Equestria. So that’s why we’re taking you out of school this afternoon.”

“Oh,” said Applebloom. “Does that mean I can play all day?”

“Nope,” Applejack said. “Big Mac and I have some plans for you.”

“Is it chores?” Applebloom asked.

“Huh uh. We’ve got a lesson for you in mind.”

“Is it about the same thing as the school’s teaching?”

“Goodness gracious, no,” Applejack said. “It will be a cold day in hell before you learn about the Pythagorean Theorem.”

The found Big Mac in the barn, stacking bales of hay. He had worked up a lather.

“Hey, big brother,” Applebloom ran over to him cheerfully. “Were you going to spend the afternoon with me? AJ something about a lesson.”

“Eyup,” he said. “That can come later though. I think I need of a bit of a rest.” He flopped himself down in a big pile of loose hay to take a breather.
AJ went running over to him. “Pig pile,” she screamed, and leaped on top of him.

He let out a large, “oof!”

Applebloom laughed. She ran over to them. “Pig pile!” she screamed, and jumped on top of them both. They all laughed and rolled around in the hay, tickling each other. The two older siblings forced down Applebloom and tickled her. She laughed until she was red in the face, and they kept tickling. She laughed until she was out of breath, tears streaming down her face. She tried to wave them off with her hooves. They stopped. Then Big Mac bowled over AJ and he got on top to tickle her. Applebloom joined in. The same pattern repeated as they tickled AJ until she couldn’t breath. Then it was Big Mac’s turn. He laughed until he couldn’t laugh anymore. They rolled off of him, and made themselves comfortable in the hay, with his two huge front legs wrapped around their shoulders. They took a chance to catch their breaths. They all felt a bit like taking a nap.

Applejack started kissing Big Mac. She started on on his cheek, but soon started on his lips. Applebloom sat up in the hay. This was very unusual. She had watched them kiss before, but not like this. It was usually just a peck on the cheek, not on the lips. Applebloom watched as her brother and sister made out. Their mouths were open, their tongues were moving around inside. Her sister’s hoof was rubbing her brother’s chest. Her brother was running his hoof through her sister’s long blond hair. Applebloom had never seen ponies kiss like this. At least not outside of the movies. Applebloom didn’t understand. She started feeling funny, but at least it was a good kind of funny. She was sort of excited, but worried she might get in trouble for it. Like this was some how naughty.

Her brother and sister broke their kiss with a smack. They turned to Applebloom and smiled.

“Whatcha doing?” she asked.

“We’re just kissing,” said Applejack.

“I ain’t ever seen you kiss like that before,” Applebloom said.

“We know. Ya see, that’s part of the family tradition I was talking about earlier. We don’t kiss like that in front of anybody. It’s a big secret, you see? We can’t tell anybody our secret. Not Twilight. Not Miss Cheerilee. Not nobody. But we’re showing you. Part of it is because you’re a part of the family. Can you guess what the other reason is?”

“Is it because ah’m a big pony now?”

Applejack tapped Applebloom on the nose with a tip of her hoof. “You got it in one, little sis. We come here a lot and kiss. We do other stuff that’s secret too, so don’t tell nobody. Would you like to kiss right now?”

Applebloom looked at AJ. She looked down at Big Mac, who had a relaxed smile on his face. She loved them both very much. She was confused.

“Big Mac’s a boy,” Applebloom said. “Ah don’t care much for kissing boys.”

“Understandable,” Applejack said. “But I’m a girl.” She sat up and stuck her head over Big Mac’s chest, pursing her lips. So Applebloom leaned forward and kissed her. Applejack closed her eyes, so Applebloom closed her eyes. Applejack reached her hoof behind Applebloom’s head and pulled out her bow. She started stroking her mane. Applebloom could feel Big Mac rubbing her back with his hoof. AJ opened her mouth and forced Applebloom’s open with her tongue. She tried to pull away in reflex, but AJ’s hoof held her head close.
Applebloom’s eyes opened wide in surprise, she very slowly lowered them again because her sisters were still closed. She started feeling funny. It was that same funny feeling she had earlier. AJ’s tongue felt funny. It was sort of like tickling, and just a little bit gross. She started pushing back a little and AJ played back. This was kind of fun, sort of. It made Applebloom laugh, and that broke the kiss.

AJ sat back and smiled at her. “Would you like to kiss Big Mac now? He’s a boy. But he’s still your big brother. That’s the best kind of boy.”

Applebloom looked down at Big Mac. “Well... OK,” she smiled. She leaned down and kissed her brother once quickly on the lips. It felt fine. She kissed him again. This time they both opened their mouths. She was expecting it this time, and their tongues met in the middle. He rolled her on top of him so that she was laying on his chest. That funny feeling came back stronger. He rolled her over on the other side as AJ got out of the way. They kissed for awhile. This was more fun than school at least. She felt her brother’s hoof on her ankle. He slowly slid it up her calf. He reached her knee. He kept going, sliding it up her thigh.

Applebloom pressed her knees together hard, and sort of kicked away Big Mac’s hoof. “What are you doing?” she demanded to know. Big Mac rolled away.
AJ answered for him. “He was just touchin’, sugarcube, no harm at all.”
“He was gonna touch my private parts,” Applebloom said.
“Well,” AJ said, “he won’t if you don’t want him to.”
“Why would I want him to?”
“You like to play yourself to, don’t you?”
“No,” she said. “Well, sometimes. Like when I’m in the bathtub. Or in bed.”
“Feels pretty good, don’t it.”
“I guess,” she said. She suddenly realized where she recognized that funny feeling.
“Well there you go. It feels real good. Even better when someone else does it. Private parts don’t have to be private if you don’t want them to be.”
Almost as if on cue, AJ rolled onto her back. Big Mac was there waiting. He slipped his hoof between her legs and started playing with her, kissing her tummy. AJ sighed and closed her eyes. Applebloom could tell she was enjoying it. She slid down her own hoof and started playing with herself. She was reluctant to at first. When she was a real little filly, she used to get yelled at when she was caught playing with herself. Now she was worried that she’d get in trouble. But her sister and brother didn’t seem to mind. They were doing it too. They wouldn’t get angry at her. They were looking out for her.
It felt good. It felt real good. This was better than in the tub or in bed. It was kind of fun doing it together. AJ started touching her leg. She rubbed her hoof up Applebloom’s calf, and then thigh. Applebloom moved her own hoof out of the way. AJ reached up and touched it. She turned her hoof upside down, and started rubbing it with the soft part of her coat, just where her ankle reached her hoof. It felt real good. AJ was rubbing it very tenderly. Applebloom spread her legs apart, because that made it feel better. She rested her head back into the hay to concentrate on how good it felt.
AJ looked down at Big Mac. “She’s getting wet,” she said to him, grinning. “Real wet.”
Big Mac just smiled. He got above AJ, spread her legs apart, and started to eat her out. AJ gasped in pleasure.
“What’s he doing?” Applebloom asked.
“He’s kissing it. It feels even better than touching it. Only you can’t do that by your lonesome. You need somebody else. Here, I’ll show you.” AJ pulled Applebloom down the hay a bit. She twisted over so she could reach. AJ kissed it. Applebloom moaned involuntarily. She didn’t know it could feel so good. AJ started kissing it all over. Each kiss lasting a little bit longer.
AJ licked it. Just in little tiny licks along the outside. Then with one large lick she spread Applebloom’s outer lips apart. She tasted like any other filly. Maybe a little cleaner, maybe a little sweeter. That could have been psychological, but AJ didn’t care. She liked this. AJ started tickling her tiny clit with her tongue. She started pushing her tongue into her pussy just a little bit, very gently. With ust on the tip of her tongue she could feel around her hymen. She retreated back to her clit; she had promised that for Big Mac. She smiled as Applebloom’s hips pivoted and shook beneath her. She was lunging her pussy at AJ’s tongue, trying to hump it. Applebloom was new to this, but she knew what felt good. AJ remembered back to her own first orgasm, when she came while humping that stuffed animal toy. She had been younger than Applebloom back then. She hoped she could provide for her. All she ever wanted it to do was provide for her family. It made her feel so good. Big Mac was still licking her own clit. Her own hips started humping his face. He pulled on her tail a bit and she came. She looked up between Applebloom’s thighs and into her eyes. She smiled and then rolled out of the way for Big Mac.
Big Mac crawled up to her, and took over where AJ left off. He put his face between her legs and started kissing her and licking her, just like her big sis had done, perhaps a bit more aggressively. Applebloom wrapped her legs around his head and squeezed. She started rubbing her front hooves through his mane. She lifted up her hips, trying to push her privates into his face. She felt a pressure. It was a stronger pressure than she had felt with AJ. The pressure grew and grew. It started feeling uncomfortable. The pressure grew more. Applebloom felt a kind of snap. There was a sharp pain below. Applebloom looked down and saw that Big Mac’s tongue had turned a bright red.
“Hey, sugarcube!” AJ stuck her face above Applebloom’s.
“Yeah?”
“You know who’s a big pony?”
“Ah am?”
“That’s right, you’re a big pony now.” AJ kissed her on the lips, slipping in just a little bit of tongue. Applebloom stuck in hers as well. AJ broke the kiss.
“The pain’s already going away, ain’t it?” AJ asked.
“Uh huh.”
“Feels good, don’t it?”
“Yeah,” Applebloom had to admit, it felt awful good. She couldn’t lie to her big sister. She watched as Applejack crawled back down to Big Mac, and then she shut her eyes. AJ had been right. It still hurt, but the pain was going away. There was only pleasure underneath it. She started stroking Big Mac’s mane again. She loved him so much. She stared moving her knees together and apart. Sort of flapping her bent legs like a butterfly. Big Mac matched her rhythm. He was sticking his tongue in and out, in and out. It felt so good to be tickled from the inside. She wanted to giggle, but it came out a moan.
She looked down and saw something she didn’t understand. AJ was fellating Big Mac. He had his hips turned to the side so he could eat out Applebloom while she was on her back. She was taking the head into her mouth, and a good portion of the shaft.
“Whatcha doin?” Applebloom asked.
AJ pulled him out of her mouth with a smack. “I’m kissing your brothers privates. Boys are different you know.” Applebloom knew. A penis, it was called. She had seen the science books at school. And sometimes there were animals on the farm. She had never seen her brother’s before, or any other colt’s. It was so much bigger than she had expected. She was kind of frightened by it, but she was also very curious. She watched, fascinated, as AJ licked at the head. And then sucked on the head. And then slipped it into her mouth. It must have been going all the way down her throat, she could kind of see it.
“Can I try?” Applebloom asked, more curious than ever.
“You sure can,” Big Mac said. He took her into his hooves, and lifted her clean into the air. When he brought her back down, he was lying on his back. He let her down so that she was sort of sitting on his face. He was still kissing her privates. She opened her mouth and another moan escaped. AJ was sitting next to them; she was holding up Big Mac’s erection. Applebloom reached out for it; AJ leaned it over for her. Applebloom grabbed it with both hooves, just underneath the head. She pulled it too her mouth. She kissed the tip of it. She licked it. She had been wondering what it tasted like, but since her sister had been kissing on it, it just tasted like kissing her sister. She took the head into her mouth. She looked over at AJ, who nodded and smiled in encouragement. She started to suck on it. She tried to get more in her mouth, just as her sister had done, but it was too big. She couldn’t get much past the head.
Big Mac had been sliding his tongue in and out of her, touching her on the inside, but now he pulled it out, and started licking on the outside. He found a spot just above her hole that felt so much better. AJ had been licking that same spot earlier. Applebloom couldn’t believe how much better this kept getting. She had a new feeling coming on deep inside her. It grew and grew. It felt like she was about to explode.
“Mmmm,” she tried to talk but Big Mac’s privates were still in her mouth. “Mmm, mmm, mmm!” Her cries rose in pitch, become high-pitched squeaks and squeals. The sensation she felt below exploded throughout her body. She let go of Big Mac’s dick with her mouth, and flopped down onto his belly. She laid their awhile, her body flopping and twitching. The feeling subsided. Big Mac’s erection laid on top of her shoulder. She could see his balls below. It made her giggle.
“What just happened?” she asked.

“You just came, sugarcube,” AJ said. Applebloom knew the word, but didn’t understand the context. It somehow sounded appropriate, she supposed. “Now it’s Big Mac’s turn,” AJ explained.

“Oh yeah?” She got up off of him, curious again. “How are we going to do that?”

“Get up on all you fours. That’s it.” AJ was in front of her, instructing her. Big Mac got behind her. “Now he’s going to put his privates inside of your privates, alright? That’s the best kind of thing there is, you’ll have to trust me on that. It feels real good. You’re going to have to lift your tail out of the way, OK, sugarcube?”

She lifted her tail. Big Mac got up over her. He didn’t exactly mount her, she was too small. But with her position in the pile of hay, he really didn’t need to. He sort of squatted his hips down and pressed forward. Applebloom could feel his dick head touching her pussy. And then he pressed into it. She felt the pressure. It grew stronger. She started to feel a bit of heat, and a little bit of the pain from earlier. She had never felt anything like it. It kinda felt like when she stuck her hoof in her mouth to blow a whistle. If you stretched your lips apart sideways, that was kind of it. Sort of.

“Is it in yet?” she asked, wincing a little.

“It already is,” he grunted. “My head anyway.”

AJ looked up at him with a surprised smile. “It is? Does it feel good?”

“Uh huh.”

“You’ve been waiting a long time for some of this, haven’t you, big brother?”

“Eyup.”

“Well, ah hope your happy,” AJ added.

Big Mac was happy. He was surprised he could get it in as much as it was. It was just a little past the head not even half way. But it was a start, and Applebloom was getting bigger every day. He worked it in and out as gently as he could. AJ was supervising things, but he didn’t want to push it. He relaxed and tried to focus is mind on the portion of himself that made it inside.

AJ was watching the expression on Applebloom’s face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open in a big wide letter “O.”

“You’re gonna have a lot of fun over the years,” she told Applebloom, “being ridden by your big brother.”

“Riding?” Applebloom asked, opening her eyes. Her mouth still hanged open, her face moving forward and back a bit as Big Mac pushed from behind. “Is that what this is called? When do I get to ride Big Mac?”

AJ and Big Mac burst out into laughter. “You want to ride him?” AJ asked. “You wanna be on top?”

Applebloom nodded. Big Mac pulled out of her. He knew he wouldn’t finish like that anyway. He got onto his back. His massive cock swung into the air. Applebloom hoped on top of him, and wrapped all of her legs around it, hugging it close to her body. “Now I get to ride you,” she cheered.

“Applebloom,” AJ scolded. “That’s not how you...”

“It’s OK,” Big Mac interrupted, waving her off. “It’s OK.”

Big Mac seized her by the hips. “Hang on,” he said. He started pulling her up and down his shaft. Applebloom tried to lick his head again on her way down, it wasn’t easy. She could just touch the tip of it with her tongue. She tried to lick it as fast as she could every time it was in reach. There was a long string of saliva between in and her mouth that just didn’t break. “Get down,” Big Mac said to AJ, motioning to her with his head. AJ laid down next to him, her face near his hips. Big Mac started moving Applebloom up and down faster and faster. He was grunting now. Her neck was swinging back and forth from all the motion, she was getting dizzy, but she held on. Big Mac neighed, and suddenly he was rolling over. Applebloom fell off. She landed in between her big brother and big sister. When she looked up, AJ was sucking on the end of Big Mac’s cock again. She had a little bit of white goo on her cheek. She was sucking and sucking. And then Applebloom heard her swallow.

“What just happened?” Applebloom asked. AJ still had their brother in her mouth.

“I came,” Big Mac said with a loud sigh. “It’s different for colts.”

“Oh,” said Applebloom.

AJ finished sucking, and then let go. Applebloom watched as Big Mac’s privates grew smaller. A little bit of the white goo dribbling out.

“So that’s that,” AJ said. “The Apple family tradition. Everybody gets a turn.”

“That was fun,” Applebloom said. “Can we do it again?”

“You bet,” AJ said.

“Can we do it tomorrow.”

“Mmm, naw. Not tomorrow. You’ve got school.”

“Aww,” said Applebloom. “Do I hafta go back?”

This is also technically a sequel to the Caramel x Pokey story "Bronies Hang Out Too." But it fits in this one as well.

Big Macintosh and Caramel both loved it and hated it. Hay season. It was right in the middle of summer. The crops were all planted and green and growing. The hay, on the other hand, was already baled and left to cure in the sun.

It wasn’t complicated work, but it was long and hard. Hot, of course, given the season. It went long into the evening. July’s late sunsets sent the sun arcing low on the horizon well past ten o’clock. It turned the fields and bales into glorious golds and oranges.

It was only seven now, but starting to cool. It was a good time for work. Big Mac pulled the flatbed cart. Caramel hefted up bales and put them on the back. They both knew that when they got up the next morning, every square inch of their bodies would be burning and sore. Still, this kind of farm work was what they lived for.

The blazing sun was still hovering above the horizon by the time they slumped back to the old barn. They threw the big doors open wide and the light came pouring in, illuminating everything. There was still plenty of work left to be done. They had to stack all the bales in the barn. At first, Big Macintosh unloaded the bales from the cart, and Caramel stacked them. Then, as the pile on the cart grew short and the stack in the barn grew tall, they switched positions, taking advantage of Big Mac’s natural height.

They were both covered in sweat; they had worked themselves into a lather. Big Mac’s muscles bulged under his hide. He was like a wall of rippling flesh. Caramel was smaller, leaner, but he was hardly a slouch. His sinewy muscles were taut, wiry and sinewy. Bits of hay, of all length, stuck to their coats, making them itchy and bothered. They worked as a perfect, well-oiled machine, and got the job done in record time, with some daylight left to burn.

Caramel flopped down on the cool cement floor of the barn. Big Mac laid down next to him. Then he realized he had forgotten the bucket of water, went to fetch it, laid back down, took a drink, then passed it over to caramel.

“What a day,” Caramel said, once he had his fill.

“Eyup,” said Big Macintosh.

“Feels good though. An honest day’s work.”

“Eyup.”

They watched the sun turn orange, then red.

“Should be a good harvest this year. I can’t wait.”

“Eyup,” Big Mac said. He thought about it for awhile. “Harvest dance will be coming up after that.”

“Eyup,” said Caramel.

“That’s always fun.” Big Macintosh said. The mercury lamp outside of the barn started to flicker to life. “Now you know who’s a pretty filly? That Rose. I bet she’d like to be asked to the dance.”

“Uh huh,” said Caramel, starting to get uncomfortable.

“And that Daisy. Remember Daisy? I think she used to have a crush on you back when we was in school.”

“Uh huh,” Caramel said. The evening star came out, bright and beautiful as ever.

“And Lily,” Big Macintosh said. “She’s real pretty. Maybe you should ask Lily to the dance.”

“Dammit, Big Mac. What’s wrong with you?”

“Sorry,” Big Mac said, unsure what he had done wrong, but feeling bad anyway.

“What’s gotten into your head? Why are you talking like this? You never talk like this.”

“Didn’t mean nuthin’ by it. I just thought...”

“You just thought what?”

“Well, sir... you just seemed kinda lonely is all.” Big Mac explained. Caramel placed his hoof against his face in frustration. “I just thought that maybe... I’d... uh...”

“You thought you’d hook me up with some pretty filly for the dance?”

“Didn’t mean nuthin’ by it.” Big Mac repeated.

“Dammit, Big Macintosh, I’m gay.” The sun went down completely. The sky changed to pink, then yellow, then green. It faded into a kind of blue-green that faded and faded and faded forever. They watched black trees wave in a light breeze, silhouetted against that strange blue.

“Didn’t know that,” Big Mac said. All the stars came out. “You still seem lonely though.”

Caramel sighed. “Big Macintosh, you big dumb oaf. If I seem lonely, it’s only because the stallion I’m in love with is too dumb to even know it. Big Mac, I’m in love with you.” Big Mac was silent. “Have been since school.”

“Well,” Big Macintosh said. He spoke slowly, but only so he could have time to think about the right thing to say. “I wish you’d told me earlier.”

“Uh huh. And what good would that have done?”

“Well, I’m not going to sweep you off your hooves and run away and marry you or nothin,” Big Mac said. Caramel snorted. Big Mac placed a leg around Caramel’s shoulder and pulled him close. “But you wouldn’t have to be so lonely,” he said. Caramel bit his lower lip, trying not to react. “You wouldn’t have to worry about me not noticing you.”

Big white moths fluttered around the mercury lamp. The full moon came out on the other horizon, behind the barn. The orchards turned a silvery blue. Caramel rested underneath Big Mac’s warm, strong leg.

“Big Mac?”

“Hmm?”

“I once heard a rumor.”

“Mmhmm.”

“I mean, you’ve got a real reputation for being a real filly’s man.”

“Hmm.”

“But the rumor? Well... don’t take this the wrong way. But there’s a rumor going around saying that you might just swing both ways.”

“Hmmf.”

“So, uh... there any truth to that rumor?”

There was a long pause as Big Mac thought about it. “Well, now, uh... there is some truth to the claim that I’m a filly’s man. I guess deep down in my heart I’m a true romantic, and I’ll always have a thing for the fillies.”

“Uh huh.”

“But I’m not just one-dimensional, you know.”

“Uh huh?”

“When it comes to the matters of the flesh?”

“Yeah?”

“I guess it wouldn’t be totally inaccurate to say that I’d fuck anything with four hooves.”

Caramel could have laughed at that, but he didn’t. He was too close to something he’d dreamt about for too long. “Big Mac?” he asked. “Do you want to fuck me?”

Big Mac chuckled. “All you ever had to do was ask.” He tugged tighter on Caramel’s shoulder, rolling him over onto his back. Caramel didn’t have time to react before Big Mac planting his lips on Caramel’s. Caranel sighed heavily through his nose, relieved to be finally getting what he had wanted for so long. He opened his mouth, and let Big Macintosh’s tongue inside of him. Big Mac pushed himself up a little, and climbed over so he was properly on top of Caramel, dominating him. Caramel could feel Big Mac’s hot erection sliding out of its sheath and down onto his belly. It grew up and up his body. Caramel grew even more excited. He wrapped his thighs around Big Mac’s waist and thrusted his hips upwards, humping him. His own boner shifted between them, parallel to Big Mac’s.

Big Mac stood over him, forcing his tongue down into Caramel’s mouth. Caramel was pulling Big Mac’s moppish mane out of his face with his front hooves. He would occasionally open his eyes, just to make sure that Big Mac was still really there. Caramel reached downwards, and hefted the heavy wooden horsecollar off of Big Mac’s neck. He tossed it aside and it went clattering across the barn floor.

That was when Big Mac broke the kiss. He placed hard kisses down Caramel’s chest as Caramel groaned in pleasure. His lips went down past Caramel’s dick head, just brushing it lightly. Caramel felt Big Mac’s hot, steamy breath on the bare skin of his shaft. Big Mac kissed all the way down until his lips were right at the base of Caramel’s cock, and then he extended his tongue and licked broadly all the way back up the length of it. Caramel grew so excited his head lifted up off his belly. With this, Big Mac slid the end of it into his mouth and sucked it down.

Caramel squealed as he put his hooves on top of Big Macintosh’s bobbing head. Big Mac slowly worked his way down the top half of Caramel’s dick, and then slowly back up to the head again. With one front hoof he stroked at the base of it, and in the other he cupped Caramel’s large balls and massaged them. Big Macintosh rarely serviced other stallions like this. Caramel, though, meant a lot to him, and it was obvious that this was something he wanted for a long time. Caramel was sighing, and occasionally whispering things like “oh, yes,” and “ahh, thank you.” Big Macintosh was happy to give somebody else pleasure, but it had been a hard day of work, and he was ready to take some for himself.

He slid Caramel out of his mouth one last time until only his head remained inside. He watched Caramel’s face distort as he sucked on it briefly, as hard as he could, and then let it fall from his mouth. He bent further down and sucked one of Caramel’s balls into his mouth. He was surprised at how large it was. He could barely get it into his mouth. He had to spit it out before sucking in the other and rolling it around with his tongue. Big Macintosh was sloppy - intentionally sloppy. He let himself slobber all over Caramel’s nuts, and his drool went dripping down, down onto his asshole, getting it wet.

Big Macintosh moved back up on Caramel. He grinned down at him. Caramel’s jaw was hanging open, his face expressing his intense anticipation. He had his hooves firmly pressed onto Big Mac’s powerful, muscular shoulders. Big Macintosh pressed his dick up against Caramel’s ass, and pushed.

Slowly, at first, he stared intensely down at Caramel’s face, watching his expression change, watching him grit his teeth as his lips were curled up. Big Mac carefully ground it in until it was half way in, and then slowly started to pump. He had taken an awful lot of pleasure from any number of ponies, but he couldn’t think of any one time when it felt so good as it was to be inside of Caramel right now. He pushed in a little harder, making Caramel moan and grunt. He could feel Caramel’s big heavy nuts draping down to either side of his shaft as he pumped into him. Soon he was all the way in.

Caramel let go of Big Mac’s brawny shoulders, and reached down to caress his own cock. He slid his hooves up and down the length of it, then hefted it up. He let go of it, and it slapped down against his belly. He did this a few more times, and then lifted it up and slammed it back down with force. The meaty slap echoed through the barn. He grabbed hold of it again, but this time he slapped it upwards, up against Big Macintosh’s belly. Again and again, he masturbated himself on Big Mac’s rock hard abs, in time with each of Big Mac’s thrusts.

Big Macintosh threw his head back and moaned in delight. Five minutes. Ten. Twenty. Forty. He worked efficiently, like some organic steam engine. He was covered in sweat. Each time he tossed his head, a storm of sweat came flying off in little drops, reflecting in what little moonlight was streaming into the barn.

Caramel knew that Big Macintosh was getting close. He could tell by the way his muscles were flexing, and by the way his breath was getting suddenly ragged, and by the way his pumping suddenly sped up, erratic, as if sprinting to the finish line.

He reached up with both hooves and caressed Big Mac’s straining face. He pulled it down to his and kissed him again, this time their tongues sliding against each other and into the opposite mouth. He squeezed his hindlegs tight around Big Mac’s body, crossing his hooves at the ankle. Big Mac thrusted into him one last time and stopped there. He put the last of his strength into his hind legs, lifting Caramel almost completely up off the ground, onto his shoulders. He came this way. He could feel load after load surging out of his stiff cock and into Caramel’s warm body. He lifted his head and bellowed.

Finally, he collapsed, pressing his weight down on Caramel’s body. He felt Caramel’s hooves slowly stroking his back. They nibbled at each others ears. Big Mac didn’t pull out, but instead let himself go soft while still inside. They exchanged gentle kisses while Caramel slowly squeezed it out.

“You have no idea how long I waited for that,” Caramel said, looking up into Big Mac’s large, loving eyes.

“Well,” Big Macintosh said. “Don’t keep it bottled up next time. Just say something and we’ll have another go.”

There was a noise. A kind of snort, or perhaps a muffled snicker. Then there was a tremendous crash, like sheet metal crashing on cement. They looked and saw a bucket rolling on its side out from behind a stack of bales, as if it had been accidentally kicked over by an eavesdropper.

Both of the ponies shot up onto their hooves. “Hey!” Big Mac hollered out. “Who’s there?”

“Were you watching?” Caramel shouted out. Then, more quietly to Big Mac he said, “I... I... I don’t want anybody to find out, Big Mac. I’m just not ready.”

Then they heard galloping hooves, first on the barn floor, and then on the dirt by the entrance. They both saw the faint silhouette of a fleeing pony. “After him!” Big Mac shouted, and then they were both off on a chase.

They furiously followed the pony down through the hay field, dodging and leaping uncollected bales. They chased him into the apple orchard, where the race became confused as they all wove in and out among the rows of trees. For a few seconds, both Big Mac and Caramel lost their prey and each other. Big Macintosh found a bit of luck and managed to get ahead of his target just seconds before he made it into a clearing.

Big Mac reared up into his hind legs and neighed loud as thunder. Caramel came up behind and they both boxed him in.

“OK, OK!” they both heard her shout. “You got me!”

“AJ?” Big Mac asked. “AJ!” Big Mac shouted. “What are ya thinking? How long were you watching?”

“More than long enough,” Applejack shot back. “Do ya like the taste of wieners, Big Macintosh? I had no idea. Now Caramel? I had a pretty good idea that he was confused in the head. But not you. You oughta be ashamed.”

“HEY!” Big Mac screamed at his little sister. It was rare that he got truly mad at her. It was even rarer when he raised his voice at her. “Don’t you talk bad about Caramel! He’s a good pony!”

“What he is, is confused,” Applejack said. “He needs some sense knocked into his head. Maybe I oughta teach him a lesson!”

Big Mac snorted. “Maybe I ought teach you a lesson,” he started getting in close to her. She backed up into Caramel.

“Oh, no you don’t,” she laughed. “You ain’t stickin’ that thing inside of me again. Not now. Now that I know where it’s been.”

“Maybe we should both teach you a lesson,” Caramel said. Big Mac chuckled.

“Now wait just a minute,” Applejack said.

“You up for it buddy?” Big Macintosh asked.

“Hey,” Applejack said.

“Just this once, I suppose. You and me, Big Macintosh? We make a pretty good team.”

“Just hang on,” Applejack said.

“Right,” Big Macintosh said. “You take that end, I’ll take this one.”

Applejack screamed in surprise. They tackled her. Big Macintosh wrapped his front legs around her neck; Caramel took out her hind legs. She went rolling down onto the ground, laughing and screaming at the same time. She put up a fight. She fought as hard as she could, but only because it would make the experience all the better. Big Macintosh pinned down her front legs, his massive flaccid member flopped and wobbled just inches above her face. Caramel got between her legs. She was kicking and bucking furiously, but her hooves only found the empty air behind his back.

“You best let me go,” she told him through her gritted teeth. Her lips were turned up at the corners in a smile. “I’ll sic my big brother on you.”

“Already had him, sugarcube,” Caramel told her. “He’s a doozy alright, but nothing I couldn’t handle.”

Applejack looked down at his rock hard cock. He was stroking it up and down her pussy, her lips parting to either side of the shaft. He wasn’t as big as Big Macintosh, but he sure knew how to use it. She was getting wet, sopping wet. She could see it glistening on his shaft. He took one last long stroke down until the head was pressed right in her slit, and then he stroked forward again, this time plunging deep inside.

“Ohhh,” she moaned.

“You like that?” Caramel asked, as he stroked it in her silky smooth pussy, slowly and gently.

“Yes,” she sighed. She bucked and kicked and struggled under Big Mac’s hooves occasionally, but the more she got fucked the less she resisted.

“You like that?” he asked again.

“Oh, yes,” she replied.

“You like cock? Say it.”

“I like cock,” she moaned. “I love cock.”

“Well, then,” Caramel said. “That’s fine, but maybe you shouldn’t be greedy and share it once in awhile.” He surprised her. He slammed himself into her and started fucking her as fast as his hips could pump. She squealed in delight; she almost came right then and there.

“Oh,” she said “Ohohohoh,” she grunted with each thrust of his dick. Big Mac let go of her front legs. She wasn’t resisting any more. He moved forward a bit. Applejack continued her guttural moaning right up until she was muffled as Big Macintosh lowered his balls onto her face. She licked and kissed at his pink, wrinkly sack. It was one of the few hairless places on his body and she loved it. She only loved his cock more. She tried to suck one of his balls down into her mouth and it would barely fit. She spat it out, wet and sticky, and sucked in the other one. She loved to suck on balls, but could barely concentrate enough to do it while she was being screwed.

Big Macintosh was getting erect again. He watched it grow from half its length and drooping down his sisters chin, to almost it’s full length and stiffness. He waited until she was done with his balls. She spat the second one out and they slid down either cheek. He started to pull back. He dragged the full length of his erect penis across her chin, lower lip, upper lip, and the tip of her nose. He drew it back until just the head was hanging over her open, eager mouth.

She stuck out her tongue, and played with the little meaty tip of it, seeing if she could stick at least a little inside. Then he plunged himself down her throat, almost making her choke on the girth of it. Caramel slowed down his pace to a more moderate stroking while Big Macintosh sped his up to match it. From this position, Applejack couldn’t fellate her brother, so he did the work by humping her face. Sometimes they pumped into her from both ends at the same time. Other times they alternated, like some great piston. Always they responded to her muffled squeals, trying to drive her insane with lust.

Caramel and Big Macintosh looked into each other’s eyes, both barely visible in the pale moonlight. Caramel smiled at Big Mac. Big Mac smirked back. They both leaned forward and started to make out. Applejack had a sense of what they were doing, but couldn’t see a thing. Big Mac’s testicles were slapping into her nose. She reached up with her front hooves to knead her brother’s powerful flanks. She squeezed her thighs around Caramel’s waist, hoping to show him the best time a mare could give him.

Big Mac and Caramel broke the kiss. It was too awkward in this position to maintain for long. They rested their heads on each other’s shoulders as they focused on fucking Applejack. Big Mac noticed that Caramel had been fucking for a long time now, but didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. He could see the sweat on Caramel’s body in the moonlight.

“You OK, pardner?” he asked.

Caramel was breathing heavily. “It’s just not... doing it... for me.”

Big Mac thought for another minute or two. “Wanna switch?”

Caramel gradually slowed to a stop. His hips pumped a couple more times, involuntarily. “Yeah, alright,” he said.

They both pulled out of Applejack. She gasped first, and then moaned. She rolled over onto her side. Her pussy was gaping, and her mouth was hanging open. “Ah’ll show you yet,” she said to the both of them, and continued rolling over onto her knees. Big Mac squatted down behind her and she lifted her tail for him. He placed his head right between her wet lips and then slammed it home. “Oh!” she shouted. She’d known her brother many times, but after Caramel she hadn’t really been expecting the size of him. He fucked harder too. She craned her head back and tried to bite at his cheek, the way she knew he liked. She saw Caramel coming around the other side of her.

She turned her head forward and said, “now let me have that th...” She barely had time to open her mouth all the way before he stuck it between her lips. He was a little easier on her jaw then Big Mac had been, but still he pumped himself down her throat almost the full length. He had to stand almost straight up on his hind legs to reach her face. His front hooves were supported on Big Macintosh’s shoulders. Big Mac looked up at his face, Caramel looked down. They kissed each other again. Caramel slid his tongue into Big Macintosh’s mouth.

For a long while, he penetrated the lips of brother and sister with both ends of his body. All three were joined in a fleshy triangle, connected at the mouths and hips. Big Macintosh felt close to a second orgasm. He had to break the kiss to gasp for air. He looked up at Caramel’s eyes again. Caramel hadn’t come once, and it still didn’t look like he was about to.

Big Macintosh tossed his head backwards, suggestively. Caramel raised his eyebrows, but neither said a word. Big Mac nodded. Caramel started to back off and he pulled himself out of Applejack’s throat. He let her lick up and down his shaft a few more times to make sure it was nice and wet, but when she opened her mouth wide to accept him into her throat again, he backed off completely. He started to walk around behind the both of them.

“Huh?” AJ asked, not understanding. Big Mac pressed his weight down onto Applejack. He pressed his lips into hers and crammed his tongue down her throat, still able to taste Caramel. He slid his cock all the way into his sister, stopped, lifted his tail, and then Caramel mounted him.

Big Macintosh almost bit his own tongue when Caramel squeezed his dick head into Big Mac’s anus. Applejack finally realized what was happening, she could almost feel Caramel penetrating Big Mac as he penetrated her. His face had gone limp so she kissed him back, sliding her own tongue in, helping him, encouraging him, rewarding him. She knew what it was like to be fucked for the first time, and now she only wanted her brother to enjoy it. Big Macintosh had fucked many ponies in a lot of different places, but he had never been fucked himself. He had never even really considered it before. He was amazed by it. He could feel Caramel’s hard, warm shaft sliding up inside of him. It was a sharp contrast to his sister’s pussy, warm and soft and wet, as it was wrapped around his cock. Taken together it was the most extraordinary sensation he had ever felt.

Caramel slowly started pumping into him, and he did the same to AJ. Applejack started to scream. “Ohh,” she yelled. “Oh, I’m close, I’m close.” Caramel started to speed up, and Big Mac did likewise. “Big Macintosh. I’m close, I’m so close. Fuck me, Big Macintosh, fuck me.”

Big Macintosh could hardly utter a word. “It’s Caramel,” he whispered into AJ’s ear. “It’s all Caramel. He’s in charge.” Every time Caramel pulled himself out of Big Mac and then slammed himself back in, Big Mac would do the same. Caramel was in the driver’s seat.

Applejack understood. She turned her head and looked up past her big brother, and into Caramel’s face. “I’m so close,” she pleaded up at him. “I’m so close. Fuck me, Caramel. Fuck him and fuck me. Fuck him and fuck me.”

Big Mac turned his head and looked up at Caramel himself. “Oh god damn,” he said. “I’m gonna blow myself. Fuck me, fuck me hard.”

“Fuck me, Caramel,” the brother and sister said together. Caramel gave it to them both as hard as he could. He was withdrawing his dick all the way up to the head, and then hammering back in again, slapping his hips against Big Mac’s rump. The same was happening below with Big Mac and Applejack. The meaty slaps thundered out through the apple orchard. It only took him a few good strokes before he had an orgasm. Caramel blew his cum into Big Mac’s ass. Big Mac came just after, shooting his load into his sisters pussy. AJ came seconds later and screamed out into the cooling night air. They kept fucking for as long as they could, working like a well-greased machine. Caramel’s cum leaked out of Big Mac’s stretched asshole as his own semen spilled from his sister. Caramel flopped onto Big Mac one more time, and Big Mac drove once more into AJ, then they all fell over onto the ground, gasping and heaving.

They all laid on their backs and looked up. A few bright stars were visible between the thick leafy canopy of the orchard. Their bodies were sore and sweaty. Their wet, engorged genitals steamed in the now chilly air.

“Wow,” said Applejack.

“Eyup,” said Big Macintosh. There was a long pause before he spoke, “wow.”

“Eyup,” said Caramel.

“We got a lot of work still to do tomorrow,” Big Macintosh said, eventually.

“I bet you could get done a lot faster if I helped out,” Applejack said. “That could free up some time for... you know. Rest and relaxation. Or whatever you might want.”

Big Mac turned his head to look at her. “You sure you want to give us boys a helping hoof?”

AJ grinned and then rolled over onto her brother, looking down at him. “I’ll gladly give you boys a helping whatever you want.” She kissed him. Then she laughed when Caramel rolled over on top of her, sandwiching her between both their hard bodies. It wasn’t long before she started to scream again.

Another request. This one ended up being based on the English "translation" of a doujinishi of a similarly titled human work.

Little Applejack galloped down the old, dirt country lane. She’d known it all her life, and never took notice until she had been away from it. She had missed every turn and bend of it, the trees overhanging it and giving her shade, and even the bigger potholes that turned into little lakes in the winter months. She hadn’t even been away all that long, but she had gotten homesick something fierce.

Then she saw them, standing at the end of the driveway. Granny Smith and Big Macintosh. Her little legs couldn’t run any faster, but she sure tried. Seconds later she had slid to a stop and was nuzzling the both of them in greeting. She knew then that they had missed her as much as she had missed them. Applejack couldn’t even get a word in edgewise before she noticed a glow coming from her flank.

When she turned, there were three bright red apples on her flank, as shiny as any washed and juicy red apple. Her brother and her grandmother cheered, and then Applejack truly realized what she had been away from all that time in Manehattan. Sweet Apple Acres. Her home. Her love. The purpose in her life.

“You got back just in time,” Granny Smith said later. “We’ve still gotta buck the red delicious trees, and we sure do need your help. But there’s more important things than even apples, so how about the two of you go and play. Foals need their play, after all. And we’ll get to applebucking later this afternoon.”

Applejack and Big Macintosh ran off, laughing and smiling. They passed on into the orchard, out of view of Granny or any other grown-up. “Hay, Big Macintosh,” Applejack said. “I saw somethin’ while I was in the big city. An’ I wanna show it to you.”

Applejack snuck out of the back end of the apple orchard, and Big Macintosh followed her silently. She led him all the way into Ponyville. Only they didn’t go through the main street like most ponies, they stuck to the back yards and alleyways.

Ponies, by and large, are an unsuspecting lot. They don’t lock their doors at night. They don’t put up fences. They don’t close their curtains. They didn’t usually have the problem of peeping toms. That’s what AJ and Big Mac were doing now, peeping through bedroom windows.

“You sure we’re supposed to be doing this?” Big Macintosh asked. He was the older brother, but AJ tended to boss him around a lot.

“Shush,” she said. “They’ll hear us. This is a lot easier in Manehattan. There’s a much bigger view, and lots more windows to look into.” Big Mac still didn’t know what AJ was up too. They spent a long time going from house to house. Most of the bedrooms were empty. A few of them had a pony napping in them. Others were cleaning. And then, after a long search, they found a bedroom with two grown ponies. They were....

Big Macintosh’s eyes grew large as saucers.

A half an hour later and they were both back at the apple orchard. Big Macintosh was feeling a little shaky, as if he knew full well he wasn’t supposed to have watched what he had just watched.

“Did you see that?” AJ asked, knowing full well that he had.

“Eyup,” Big Mac said.

“Do you know what that actually was that we saw?”

“Well, uh,” Big Mac said. “I think, one time long ago, I kinda walked in on mom and dad doing that. But it was dark and I was never really sure.”

“You know,” AJ said, “we can do that too, you and me. There ain’t nobody around to catch us.”

“But we’s just foals!” Big Mac tried to argue.

“I ain’t no filly!” Applejack squealed. “I just got my cutie mark! I’m a mare grown, strong and true.”

“Yeah, well, I got my apple half, but...”

“Oh, so you’re a great big stallion, huh?” AJ said. “If you’re such a great big stallion, how about you stick it out so’s I can have a look?”

“What?”

“C’mon. C’mon. Stick it out. Don’t be chicken.”

“I ain’t no chicken! It don’t work that way.”

“So you won’t do it, huh? Some stallion you are.”

“But...”

“If you show me yours, well then I’ll show you mine. Why, I’ll even go first.”

“But...” Big Mac never even had a chance to stop her. She turned around and stuck her butt up into his face, and lifted her tail high into the air, almost vertically. Big Macintosh had seen her private business before, from time to time. It was only the natural consequence of living in the same house with the filly. Of course, he had never really stared at her before, and not this close up. It looked like her butthole was staring back at him. He was almost tempted to laugh. Big Macintosh was at that age where buttholes were just about the funniest subject in the world, but now he didn’t really feel like laughing about it. And there, just below, was her cooter. He had seen that from time to time too, just in passing. There wasn’t much to look at but the vertical slit, and two thick lips to either side.

t had never been much to look at before, but now that it was right in front of him it seemed more... interesting. There was just a little glimmer of pink between her lips, and it looked just a little... wet? AJ’s orange tail came flapping down on top of it.

“Alright, Big Macintosh. That was mine. Now go ahead and stick yours out. I wanna take a gander at... oh! There it is!”

Applejack bent down and looked underneath Big Macintosh’s body. His smooth hairless penis was dangling out from its sheath, mottled pink and black. “Hmm,” she said. “It don’t look like the one we just saw very much.”

“Well it ain’t out all the way just yet,” Big Mac said. He was only semi-erect.

“How’s this thing supposed to work, anyway?” she asked. She lifted up a hoof and prodded him with a tip of it. His dick went wobbling to and fro.

“Well, gen’rally I pee with it,” he said.

“They weren’t peeing in the bedroom, that’s for sure. That stallion’s thing was big and stiff. How’d he do that?”

“I don’t know,” Big Mac said. “It just happens some times.”

“Maybe we should go ahead and get started,” she ventured. AJ turned around and raised her tail again. “Go ahead and hop on top of me. Just like they was doing, then stick it in my butt.”

“Uh...”

“Go on!”

“In your butt?’

“That’s what they was doing, wasn’t it?”

“Are... are you sure that’s right?” Big Mac asked.

“Well where else is it going to go? In my pee hole? That’s even smaller. Now hop on and stick that thing in my butt.” Big Mac leapt up and mounted her. “Careful!” she said. “You’re heavy! And you’ve got horseshoes on!”

Big Mac maneuvered himself around on top of his sister’s back. His dick was still drooping down towards the ground. He had to lean way back and lift his dick up until his head was resting against her anus. Then he leaned forward and tried to push it in. It bent instead of penetrating her.

“Does it hurt?” he asked her. He didn’t want to hurt his little sister.

“Uh, no,” she said. Big Mac began to pump his hips, like the stallion had been doing. “Is it in yet?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “Is it in yet?”

“That’s what I asked you, you big dummy. I can feel you pushin’, but it ain’t coming in.”

“Well,” Big Mac asked. “Are you doing it right?”

“What? What do you mean am I doing it right? You’re the one who’s supposed to be doing everything. Get off of me, get off, dummy!”

Big Mac hopped off of her and stomped around on the forest floor. “But you said to get on you.”

“Yeah, and I said to stick it in too.” Applejack sighed heavily. “This ain’t working. And your thing still don’t look right.” She ducked back under him for another close inspection. She prodded at it with her hoof again. It swung back and forth, but it seemed larger than before, and heavier. In fact, she noticed, as she stroked it with her hoof it almost seemed to grow before her eyes. She was fascinated with her brother’s cock.

“Maybe you’re supposed to suck on it,” he said. “Like that mare was doing.”

“Eww, no way!” she said. “You pee from there. And besides, you were just touching my butt with it.”

“Just the knob on the end,” he explained. “Maybe it’s supposed to be wet, or something. Maybe that makes it slide in easier.”

“Hmm.” AJ stuck out her tongue and licked his shaft from just below his head to up against his sheath. Big Mac grunted in pleasure. “There we go!” she said, excited. She could definitely see it growing now. It seemed to get stiffer with every lick. “What about these?” she asked. She nuzzled up under his hind leg and started to lick his balls.

“AH!” Big Mac shouted.

“What’s the matter?” AJ asked. “Does it hurt?”

“Naw,” he said. “They’re just really sensitive.” AJ looked at his cock. It wasn’t flopping around any more, but was rock hard.

“That looks bigger than the other one,” she said. “I wonder if it will fit.”

“You wanna try again?” he asked.

“Sure!” Applejack, this time, rolled over onto the ground on her back. “Let’s try it like this,” she said as she spread apart her legs for him. “Maybe it will work better.”

Big Macintosh stepped over her and got between her legs. He had to kind of squat his rear end downwards in order to stick his cock up to her ass. He pushed and his dick didn’t bend this time. His sisters hips seemed to rock upwards.

“Oof,” she grunted.

“Did that hurt?” he asked.

“No, it just feels like pushing. I don’t think it’s in yet.”

Big Macintosh looked down. “What’s this stuff?” he asked. His sister’s pussy was sopping and dripping now. He stroked his hoof up her cleft, and saw that the edge of it was glistening with moisture.

“Oooh,” AJ moaned.

“It ain’t pee,” he said. “And it’s real slippery.”

“Don’t stop!” AJ ordered him. Her brother looked back down at her pussy and continued stroking up and down with his hoof. “Ooo, Big Macintosh. That feels so good.”

Big Macintosh was fascinated. She was getting so wet. Her lips were spreading wide apart under his hoof. This definitely seemed more appropriate than his sister’s butt.

“I really think I’m supposed to put it in here,” he told her.

“No, you dummy. It goes in the butt. We saw it.”

“Well, it’s real slippery. Maybe I’m supposed to use the juice or something. Get my thing wet.”

“What are you doing?” she asked. He had moved his dick head up from her ass, to her pussy, and was rubbing it around on her lips.

“I’m just greasing it up,” he said.

“Well, OK. It feels real good. Just don’t stick it in. Oh, wow. That feels really good.” Big Mac kept rubbing. It didn’t just feel good to her, he liked it too. It just felt right. It seemed to be going in too. His little sister sometimes had a big mouth, and pushed him around a lot. He didn’t mind too much. Sometimes, though, she was wrong, and he had to stand up and take charge. Big Mac pushed forward a bit. There was a little bit of resistance, but not much. He didn’t think it was an big deal. He pushed harder, and he felt a little snap.

“Ow!” AJ said. “What are you doing?”

Big Mac ignored her. His cock went sliding all the way in. Oh yes, this was how it worked.

“You dummy! That’s not how it works!”

Big Macintosh’s hips flexed and pumped. It was like he didn’t even have to work at it now. It was all just natural. It was like when he would hold her down and tickle her, only inside. And it felt so much better than tickling. He was deep inside of her. His sister was so warm and soft and felt so good.

“You dummy! Dummy! Dummy! Dummy!” she was shouting at him. He knew she didn’t really mean it. He had never seen a bigger smile on her face. Her tongue was lolling out of her mouth. She was flopping and writhing beneath his awkward, lanky body. He didn’t understand that she was having her first orgasm. She didn’t really understand it either, she just knew she loved the sensation of her brother’s big, rock hard cock hammering into her.

Big Macintosh didn’t have to wait long until he understood it himself. Later in his life, Big Macintosh would become a skilled lover. Now he had a hair trigger. He thought there was something wrong at first. There was a strange sensation building inside of his body, just above his balls. It was a wonderful sensation, but like nothing he had ever felt. It seemed to move around, and then he felt it coming out of his dick. He felt himself cumming inside of his sister. He pulled it out, just in time to see a second load shoot out onto her belly.

“Hey!” he said. “I did it! I did it! White stuff came out! I finally did it! They said this would happen! I’m a stallion! Do you see it?” He looked up into her face.

She kicked him, and he went stumbling backwards and fell on his ass. “You dummy!” she cursed him.

“Are... are you mad at me?” he asked. “Are you gonna tell on me?”

“Naw,” she said, getting up and smiling. “I guess not. Just do what I say next time.” She shook herself off. Applejack kissed him on his lips. She had kissed him before, of course. Like when she had left for Manehattan. It always felt weird. A sister kissing a brother. But now it felt... good.

“Next time?” he asked.

“You know what? I think we should do it again tomorrow.”

OK. So. This one... This one might require a bit of explanation. Another request. Another with Big Mac and AJ. This story starts off in the humanized universe... only it doesn't stay there. Some readers have complained of confusion before. Read close, and you'll figure it out.

Celestia stared into her mirror. She was brushing her long, long hair. The Grand Gallivanting Gala had been going on for hours and she had yet to make her formal appearance. It would be the highlight of the evening. In the meantime, she was enjoying watching the crowd from her own private chambers. Celestia peered into the mirror, and her reflection peered back. Or, at least, it was one of the variations on her reflection. She looked beyond the reflection.

High drama was occurring among the revellers. Most of her subjects were causing the drama themselves. Occasionally, Celestia pushed the buttons Celestia raised an eyebrow when two party-goers, one with a ticket, the other her guest, came through the gate rather late in the evening. They were siblings and they had been quarrelling, but they still loved each other very much. There was a special place in Celestia’s heart for loving siblings who sometimes quarrelled. She placed her hand under her chin, and thought about what to do.

Celestia pushed some buttons.

“What I don’t get is,” Big McIntosh drawled, “why didn’t you just change before we left?” He was carrying his sister’s plastic garment bag for her. It was draped over his shoulder. He himself was dressed in his best. His sisters hadn’t shut up about how good he looked, but they had no idea how uncomfortable he was.

“Ah told you already,” Applejack said. “I didn’t have time and got rushed. My chores went long, and I barely had time to get my hair done up before we had to leave.” Big Mac had to admit, her hair did look awful pretty all braided up.

“Alright, alright,” he sighed. “Let’s just find a place and get back to the party.” They had been looking through Canterlot Palace, trying to find a place where AJ could get some privacy. They had both become lost in the maze of rooms in the palace. There wasn’t a single guard or an usher to help them. Big McIntosh thought that was odd. Applejack didn’t seem to notice.

Finally, she found a room that wasn’t locked. She opened the double doors wide. It was just a single room, no other doors, and with windows that looked out to the garden. There was a lush carpet on the floor, and a tall, body length mirror opposite the door. It almost could have been a changing room, except for the absence of any kind of wardrobe.

“This’ll do me,” she said, taking the garment bag from Big McIntosh. “Wait here, keep an eye out.” Applejack shut the door behind herself.

Big Mac turned around and waited. He figured he was going to be waiting awhile, given that she hadn’t even started yet. Sometimes he just couldn’t figure how it took her so long to get ready. Big Mac ran a finger underneath his collar. His tie was killing him.

“Hey, Big McIntosh!” he heard his sister calling from behind the doors. “Why don’t you come in here a moment.”

Big Mac sighed. This was no time for hanky panky. “Just hurry up,” he said, sure that his normal, deep speaking voice would carry through the door.

“No, come in here and look at this.” She paused. “I ain’t started changing yet,” she added.

He turned around and went in, closing the door behind him. “What is it?” he asked.

“Look at the mirror,” she said.

He looked at it. “What about it?” he asked.

“No, go on, look at it.”

He stepped closer to have a better look. A felt a brief wave of déjà vu wash over him, and then it was gone. “Still looks like an ordinary mirror to me.”

“No, don’t look at the mirror, stupid, look at the reflection.”

“What... I...,” Big McIntosh shut his mouth and tried to ignore the comment. He ignored the “mirror” and looked at the reflection. There they both were. Himself in front, his sister behind him, and the rest of the room all around them. It didn’t seem like there was anything out... of... the... ordinary...

Something was wrong. He couldn’t tell what it was. There was something shown in the mirror’s reflection that didn’t exist in real life. Or maybe it was the other way around. It was impossible to tell. Maybe their weren’t any differences at all; the reflection somehow looked more real than any other reflection he’d seen, as if maybe that was him and his sister in there, looking back at them through a pane of glass. It was uncanny. He wondered what would happen if he held up a book and tried to read it in the mirror. That thought was interrupted.

“You see it?” Applejack asked.

“I see it,” he said. “I mean, I don’t see it. I mean...”

“I know what you mean, something ain’t right,” Applejack said. “It ain’t a natural mirror.”

“We should leave,” Big McIntosh said. “We shouldn’t even be here.”

“Oh, quit yer fussin’,” she said. “I’m sure it’s harmless. Probably just some kind of magic. The Princess wouldn’t just leave anything dangerous out where the party-goers like us could get to it.”

“But we’re party-goers like us ain’t supposed to be here.”

“Now hush,” she said. Applejack stepped past Big Mac. She reached out a finger to touch the surface of the mirror.

“Careful,” Big Mac warned her. She ignored him. Her finger passed right through the mirror without any resistance. She felt a bit dizzy when she saw her finger sort of melting into the one in the mirror, mid-knuckle. She pulled it out in a hurry. There was a kind of sucking or scraping sound, like tearing off a piece of cellophane tape. She looked up at Big McIntosh, but he was just staring straight at the mirror, his eyes wide. Applejack looked back at the mirror. She was filled with an insatiable desire to see what was on the other side. She stepped forward and through the mirror.

“Hey!” Big McIntosh shouted, swinging one of his big strong arms to catch her. She slipped right through his fingers. He spun around, thinking he should run and get some help. He remembered they hadn’t seen a living soul since they started their look for a dressing room. He turned back to the mirror and without a moment’s hesitation, he leaped through.

“Hey!” Applejack shouted, as Big McIntosh bumped into her.

“Oh, sorry,” he said. “But what did you go and do a fool thing like walking through a magic mirror for?”

“Well, I needed to see what the mirror land looked like,” she said unapologetically. “Didn’t expect it to look like this.” She looked around at their surroundings. So did Big Mac. It didn’t look good. There was blackness everywhere, but it wasn’t really dark. There was no source of light as far as he could tell. He could see his sister just fine. And himself. He turned around, but he couldn’t see the mirror. He took several paces in the direction he had come. There was no mirror.

“It’s gone,” he said.

“What?” AJ turned around.

“It’s gone,” he repeated, “the mirror’s gone.”

“Hmm,” she said, chewing on a finger nail. “Well, it’s got to be around her somewheres.” She turned and walked off in a seemingly random direction. He almost wanted to yell at her, to tell her that it was her foolhardiness that got them both in this situation. Before he could speak she was a number of paces away from him.

“Hey, wait for me,” he shouted, and hurried after her. She turned a corner that wasn’t there, and disappeared from view. Big Mac followed after her, only when he turned she wasn’t there. He took a few more steps forward by couldn’t see her. He turned back around and the corner that wasn’t there was gone. He spun around in circles trying to find his place and direction, but only got more confused. “AJ!” he yelled out. “AJ!” There was no answer. He set off in the direction that he guessed she had gone in.

He kept calling out her name. There must have been walls somewhere, because he could hear his voice echoing. He was disturbed to notice that he if he stopped in place and called out twice, he would hear two different echoes. Maybe his eyes were adjusting, because he started seeing forms in the blackness. There were banks of mist or fog that seemed to move by themselves. Off in the distance he could see reflections of the mists, and other things he could not describe. He thought he saw strange black platonic solids. They did not see to be exactly solid and, worse, not exactly Euclidean.

At one point he found a spiral staircase with a prime number of stairs. This upset him because it meant the place might be much larger than he had considered. He went bounding up the stairs, taking two at a time. He got to the second floor, if that’s what it was. “AJ!” he called out, “AJ!.” He cupped his hands to his mouth, “Applejack!” There was no response. Nor was there an echo this time. He hoped that if she noticed they were separated, she would have the sense to try and retrace her steps, and that would mean not climbing up any staircases. He ran back down the staircase, taking three at a time. “AJ!” he screamed when he got down the steps. He started to run. He turned around corners only to find more. He spun around and around, doing nothing but making himself dizzy.

Big McIntosh was scared. That didn’t happen often. He wasn’t afraid for himself. There wasn’t anything in the world Big McIntosh was afraid of, even the few things bigger than himself. He was afraid for his little sister. He could remember very well the last time he had felt like this. They had both been kids. Applejack had gone off to stay with their relations in the big city. He had been so worried for her. He knew she could take care of herself. She was strong and dependable as a person could get. Still, she was his little sister, and that meant he was supposed to look out for her. He had failed.

“Applejack!” he screamed out one last time, his voice breaking.

He bent down and placed his hands on his knees, overwhelmed with emotion. He heard something. Or at least he thought he heard something, way off in the distance. It could have been AJ’s voice. It was too far off to make out any words. He took off at a sprint in the direction thought it came from. He didn’t go far. He couldn’t hear while he was running, so he skidded to a halt. He waited for a moment as the blood rushing past his ears slowed down. “Heeeeyyyyyy!” he called out as loud as he could.

“Haaayyyy!” came back a far off voice, clearly his sister’s. He leapt joy.

He cupped his hands to his mouth, “follow the sound of my voice!” he shouted.

“OK,” she shouted back, clearly closer now. “Ah’m on my way!”

“Over here!” he shouted, running his fingers through his hair. “I think you’re almost here!”

“Alright!” she shouted back. She barely had to shout.

He heard the clopping of her hooves on the floor. It was music to his ears. He rushed forward. He could see her. She quickened to a canter. They slid to a halt in front of each other. He got down on his knees and threw his arms around her neck. “I thought I’d lost you, girl,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her eyes filling with tears. “I’ve got us both in big trouble this time.” She placed kisses all over his cheeks. He returned the kisses on her muzzle, then stood back up.

“It’s alright,” he said. “We’ve got each other again, and that’s all that counts.” He rubbed his hand behind her ear the way she always liked. Then he adjusted her hat for her. “No sense crying over spilt milk. Now lets go find an exit. I’m sure there’s got to be one somewhere. Otherwise we wouldn’t be the only ones in here. It would be filled with other people who came wandering through that mirror.”

They set off. They went in a random direction that they picked for no other reason than it felt right. Big Mac tried to keep a hand around her neck, for fear of losing her again. Their surroundings seemed to take sharper form as they walked on. They could see walls, finally. There were staircases, doors, arches, balconies. At one point they entered a massive room where they couldn’t even see the far wall. There was a massive hole in the floor, perhaps a hundred yards or more across. They peered over the edge and could not see the bottom. There was, however, a spiral staircase leading down the outside of the hole. They decided to try it, as it seemed an important feature, and their other wandering had taken them nowhere.

They descended the staircase, Big Mac using the handrail, Applejack at his side nearer the wall.

The staircase just kept going down. After some time, they looked up and could no longer see the top. They kept descending. The handrail ended. It just disappeared on one step and the edge of the stairs led off into bottomless darkness. They decided to go single file, with Big McIntosh leading the way, hugging the wall. Not long after, the stairs started to become steeper. Then they started to tilt, pitching towards gaping maw of the hole. The tilting got worse lower on the stairs. It hadn’t gotten to the point where they had trouble standing, but it gave them both terrible vertigo. They decided to turn around and head back up the stairs. It would take a long time to go back up, considering how long they had been going down. It could have been for hours.

Two minutes later and they reached the top of the stairs. They felt immensely frustrated. They passed through a few more doors, and into a few more rooms. But they soon gave up.

“My hooves are getting sore from all this walking,” Applejack said.

“Eyup,” Big McIntosh said. “And my shoes are too tight.” He stopped, took off his jacket, and sat down on the floor. She sat on her rump right next to him. He put his arm around her body and pulled her close. “We’ll get out of here,” he said. “No need to worry.”

“We’ve been here for hours,” she said. “The party must be over by now. We’ve missed it.”

“That’s probably a good thing.”

“Oh?”

“Eyup,” he said. “Everybody’s distracted by the party. Once everybody goes home, they’ll realize we’re missing. They’ll start searching. They’d probably search the palace first, what with all the guests and guards and everything. They’ll find the room with the mirror and put two and two together. They’ll tell the Princess herself, and I’m sure she can save us.” He kicked off his dress shoes and wiggled his toes.

“It’s just a matter of waiting then, I suppose,” Applejack said. “That’s what you’re supposed to do when you get lost anyways. Just stay there and wait for rescuers.”

“Eyup.”

“Remember when we was just little foals? And we got lost in the White Tail Woods all day? And I cried and cried and you kept telling me it would be alright? Then Granny found us and we weren’t but a stone’s throw from the edge of the woods.”

Big McIntosh smiled. “Eyup. I myself was just thinking about the time you run oft to the big city. It sure was good to see you running back.”

Applejack smiled. Big McIntosh slid a finger under his tie and loosened it a bit. He undid the top button of his collar and deeply inhaled, happy to be able to breath freely again. “Lemme help you with that,” AJ said. She bit at the end of it with her teeth and pulled it all the way off. She laid it down on the floor, next to the garment bag that Big McIntosh hadn’t yet abandoned. Looking at him, she laid down on the floor and rested her head on his lap. He took her hat off and put it to one side, then he started to rub her neck. He undid a few more buttons of his shirt.

“Have you worn that shirt before?” she asked, looking up at him.

“Sure,” he said. “Cousin Fuji’s wedding.”

“I remember the tie. Don’t remember the shirt. Hey, as long as we’re reminiscing and speaking of that time I came home from the big city... you remember the day after that? Remember what we got up too?”

Big Mac laughed. “Of course I remember it. How could I forget?”

As AJ rested her head on his lap, she could tell he remembered it. It must have been a fond memory. She could feel him stirring. It had been their first time. “I sure did miss you. There, in the big city. And I was awful happy to see you again. I guess all that time waiting to see you added up into one big day of excitement.”

“Happy to see me?” he smiled. “As I recollect, you spent that whole day bossing me around.”

“What if they don’t come and rescue us, big brother?” she asked of him.

“I said they will,” he said. “Don’t you worry.”

“I’m not just worried,” she said. “I believe you. I’m just wondering what it would be like. In the hypothetical.”

“Why?”

“Just philosophizing. I mean, let’s say we was trapped in here forever. And we never got the chance to do the one thing we always wanted to do in life. How regretful would that be? What’s the one thing in your life you always wanted to do but never got a chance to.”

He looked down at her and grimaced. “Well, since we’re alone and all, I guess I can say out loud that you plum well know what I’ve always wanted. And I thought you agreed that you wouldn’t keep bringing it up and teasing me about it.”

“I’m sorry,” she said. “Don’t get cross. It’s just that... there’s a reason why I brought it up. I mean, it’s not that I never wanted to... it’s just, there were other things to consider... but know if we do end up stuck here...” Big McIntosh raised an eyebrow. “What I’m trying to say is: I’ve got regrets. I’ve always been thinking about the future, and never lived my life in the present. And sometimes, that just ain’t no way to live. Big McIntosh? I think that maybe I’m ready.”

“I wish you wouldn’t even joke about that.”

“I ain’t jokin’”

“You’re saving yourself.”

“For marriage? But what if marriage never comes? Besides, let’s say I meet a nice colt some day. Shouldn’t he accept me for who I really am, and not whether I’ve still got my cherry or not? Land’s sakes. And let’s say I never meet nobody and I end up a spinster living at home. Well, I’d still have you, wouldn’t I? Is there a better man than you? You wouldn’t go running off with some other filly if I was home waiting for you, would you?”

“You’re not joking.”

“I ain’t.” She could feel that he was taking her seriously. She wished she hadn’t teased him so badly over the years. He had never done nothing but love her.

She rolled off of his lap and onto her knees. “And I am to prove it to you,” she said. She reached across and kissed him on the lips. They had kissed many times before, but this was different. There was a surge of energy that flowed between them. She hadn’t felt like this in years. Maybe never.

They broke the kiss. “Right here? Right now?” Big Mac asked.

“It’s the present, ain’t it? I can’t go back and change the past.”

“What if they come and find us right when we’re in the middle of it?”

“I guess the party just got done wrapping up. Might be awhile before they find us. But we don’t have to. Not if you’re uncomfortable with...”

He kissed her. He didn’t even hesitate. He reached up and grabbed her face, right below her big beautiful green eyes, closed now in passion. Almost as soon as he lifted his hands up, he brought them back down to quickly unbutton the rest of his shirt. He pulled it off and too late realized that he had forgotten to unbutton his cuffs and was stuck. He didn’t care. He simply pulled and the buttons popped off. They heard them bouncing across the floor, but they paid them no notice. Big McIntosh grabbed at his tight tank-top style undershirt, but he didn’t want to break their kiss to pull it off. There was a loud ripping noise as Big Mac pulled it off of his heavily muscled body with his powerful hands.

He returned his hands to her face. He ran his hands up her cheeks and further up to grab her ears. He slid them up her ears, running his thumbs across the soft, velvety interior. He opened his mouth and slid his tongue into hers. He danced his tongue across the flat, broad surface of hers. It twitched reflexively, as if being tickled. She forced his tongue backwards, back into his own mouth. She pushed her own in, filling up his mouth. She moved it left, then right, bulging his cheeks outwards. It took him be surprised. He leaned back, breaking the kiss, and took a deep breath. He placed kisses all over her cheek and neck. She responded by licking him several times with her long pony tongue, starting with his shoulder and then up his neck and behind his ear.

She pushed into him, bowling him over and onto his back. She climbed over him, still nibbling at his neck and shoulders. She kissed him over his powerful barrel chest as he hurriedly tried to undo his belt. He fumbled with it. All this time he had waited, and now he couldn’t get his belt unbuckled. Finally, he got it unbuckled and he pulled his slacks down around his ankles. AJ wasn’t waiting for him anymore. She moved down his body, grabbed his boxers with her teeth and pulled them down past his knees. His massive erection sprang out from the waistband of his shorts like a catapult and slapped against his torso. Applejack extended her long tongue and began to lick him. She started with his balls. She pressed her tongue against his sack, spreading his balls apart. She licked straight up to his cock. Her tongue was wide enough that it folded over his shaft on each side and licked his abdomen on the way up, pressing it into him.. Reaching the top, she flicked the tip of her tongue underneath his head, and pulled it up into her eager mouth.

Her mouth was large enough that she could take the whole thing, despite his large size, into her mouth. Her lips were at its base when she started to work her way up. She took her lips off and held his cock standing up with just her tongue rubbing on the head, then she moved backed down to the base, using both her tongue and her dexterous lips. He grabbed a hold of her ears as she moved her head up and down. He kicked off his shoes and pants that had been caught around her ankles. She blew up like this for several minutes, varying little except for movement of her lips and tongue. Then she surprised him. She took his dick all the way to the base again, then slid her tongue down and out past her lower lip and used it to cup his balls. He gasped, and rocked back onto his shoulder blades and heels, thrusting himself upwards, his back arched, into his sister’s face. She very slowly pulled her tongue back, letting his balls drop, first one and then the other. She teasingly pulled her head back up and simply sucked on his dick head as she watched the reaction on his face.

She sucked his cock back down again, and once more licked his balls. He almost screamed out loud. Back up, and then back down to lick his balls. Over and over. Just when she thought he had grown to expect it, she licked further down while deep-throating him. She licked that little seam that ran between his ass and his balls. His whole body shivered. Big McIntosh started to spread his legs apart. Each time she came down on his dick, she would lick a little bit further down that patch of skin. By the time she got to his ass, his legs were spread all the way apart. She had to really stretch her tongue, but finally she got down to his anus. She pushed the tip in just a little ways. Big Mac really did scream this time. He sat back up.

Big Mac wrapped his muscled arms around Applejack’s head. She kept fellating him where he sat, but she wasn’t rimming him. Big Mac had almost cum. He had pulled himself back from the edge. He wasn’t going to get this close to his dream and let himself get off from a rimjob, as good as it was. He calmed himself down, trying to enjoy his sister eagerly suck him off, but without enjoying it too much. It was hard.

“Turn around,” he whispered. She didn’t respond. Her head just kept bobbing up and down on his lap. He could have forced her off of him, but he didn’t have the will. “Turn around,” he whispered again. She sucked hard on his shaft all the way up to the head, then released it with a wet smack. They kissed on the lips again, one last time before they both knew they’d go all the way.

Applejack broke the kiss, and she turned around. Big McIntosh got up on his knees then grabbed her tail, which she had also tightly braided for the Grand Galloping Gala. He felt her lifting it up and out of the way for him. He put his free hand around her powerful flank, then dove his face into her love. Almost immediately the muscles in her vulva flexed, rubbing her clit up against his chin. He licked all the way up the darker orange outer lips of her pussy, then up and around the dark orange flesh of her tight, puckered ass. He squeezed his tongue in several times, to return the favor that she had just given him. Then he slowly moved moved back down. Her clit was waiting for him, she was still flexing it up and down. He sucked it into his mouth and just very gingerly bit down on it, licking it with the tip of his tongue. She whinnied in joyful response. Big McIntosh’s whole face was sopping wet. He had never known her to be this wet, except for the times they had played while bathing in the river.

Applejack didn’t stop flexing her muscles, she kept flicking her clit up and down in his mouth. Big McIntosh let go of her braided tail and she continued to hold it up for him. He moved his hand off her flank. He slid both his hands up her firm butt cheeks, and with the tips of his fingers he pulled the lips of her pussy apart to look in. He could see her hymen. Bright pink and wet, with just a narrow hole in the center. He had seen it many times before. He had dreamed about it. Sometimes he had thought of taking it without her permission, and he had always buried those thoughts deep down inside himself. He had never expected her to give it to him, but now it was his. He moved up and slid his tongue into her pussy. He used the tip of the tongue to lick just around the inside of the narrow hole; her clit kept flicking against his chin. Big McIntosh pursed his lips and kissed her. Then he moved upwards.

Big McIntosh stood up behind Applejack. He grabbed his erection and lifted it up to her pussy. She rubbed her clit against the hard head of his dick. They had done this before, and he knew AJ liked it very much. But it had always made him so frustrated, that he would be so close yet so far, that he didn’t like i much himselft. Now, this time, he let her enjoy it. He was patient with her. AJ snorted and stomped at the ground, already over come with ecstasy. She turned her head to the side, affording herself a look at his face. They both looked into each others large green eyes. They both knew it was time.

Big McIntosh pushed. He felt resistance. Applejack felt pressure. Big Mac grabbed the coat on her haunches between his fingers and pushed harder. There was tearing. Then Big Mac slid into her, all the way up to his balls. She hissed between her teeth. “Ow,” she moaned.

Big Mac pulled almost all the way out and looked down. There was blood on his shaft. “Do I stop?” he asked his sister.

“No,” she said. “Keep going. Don’t ever stop.”

He closed his eyes and slid himself back in, slowly so he wouldn’t hurt her again. He stopped when he was in all the way. He could feel her rubbing her clit where the base of his cock met his balls. That’s when he knew that she liked it, and he didn’t feel so greedy any more for having taken her maidenhood. He started to fuck her properly.

He was slow, at first. He pressed up against her ass, then pulled himself out slowly with each stroke. He rubbed his hand all over her coat. Up her thighs, then up her curved ass, then up her back. He found that his thrusting was quickening. Her ass was slapping each time he struck her. It sent little ripply shock waves across her flesh. She flicked her tail left and right, brushing her braided hair across his chest. He grabbed her tail in one hand. He pulled on it sharply. He knew that she liked that, but somehow didn’t exactly remember it. He just knew.

She threw her head back and neighed loudly. “Oh, fuck me, big brother. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Oh, you were right. You were right. Oh, fuck me.” He reached forward with free hand and grabbed a hold of her braided mane. He pulled on both her mane and tail. “Oh, fuck me hard, Big McInotsh!” she screamed.

He fucked her as hard as he could. He pounded her with all his strength. The slapping sound echoed off of the distant walls of the strange place. Sometimes he stopped while he was deep in side of her, and she madly rubbed her clit against his cock. Then he would surprise her by thrusting hard into her again and again, only to stop and let her rub. He hammered into her hard several more times, all the muscles on his huge body straining. Finally, he pulled sharply on both her tail and mane at the same time and made a powerful thrust into her pussy. She reared up on her hind legs, making him lean backwards a bit. She kicked her front legs wildly and screamed. Applejack came. She fell back onto her front hooves, then got down on her front knees. Her hind legs were still straight and her ass still high in the air. She was still having her orgasm as Big Mac was pumping away, her pussy still flexing.

She couldn’t take it anymore. Big Mac pulled out of her and she got down onto all of her knees, and rolled onto her side. Big Mac got out of her way as she kicked all of her legs in her throes of passion. He jerked himself a few times, reflexively; he still hadn’t finished. When her orgasm subsided, Big Mac got down on his knees. Now that his sister had cum, he was ready to finish himself.

He slid his cock back into her pussy as she laid on her side. He started fucking her as she was catching her breath. Once caught, she looked up at his face. He had a look of total concentration, his face seemed chiseled out of stone. When he realized he had her notice, he rolled her over onto her back. She wrapped her legs around him as he went to work. He laid down on top of her as he slammed into her.

AJ smiled. This was good too. She started to flex the muscles around her clit again. She felt she might just cum twice before he could finished. She lowered one front hoof onto his muscled, flexing back. She lowered the other to his head and started to rub his sweaty hair. She simply closed her eyes and let him do the work.

At some point, her head rolled over sideways to the floor. It could have been after hours of fucking, she didn’t even know. She opened her eyes. She saw something, off in the distance. It seemed to be getting closer. It was them. Applejack could see their reflection.

“I wish you wouldn’t even joke about that,” Big McIntosh said.

“I ain’t jokin’,” Applejack replied.

“You’re saving yourself.”

“For marriage? But what if marriage never comes? Besides, let’s say I meet a nice boy some day. Shouldn’t he accept me for who I really am, and not whether I’ve still got my cherry or not? Land’s sakes. And let’s say I never meet nobody and I end up a spinster living at home. Well, I’d still have you, wouldn’t I? Is there a better stallion than you? You wouldn’t go running off with some other gril if I was home waiting for you, would you?”

There was silence, except for the clopping of Big McIntosh’s hooves.

“Ain’t your hooves getting tired?” AJ asked.

“Hmmmm... I can keep going,” he answered. His hooves weren’t just tired but sore.

“Well, my butt’s getting sore. How’s about we stop for a moment. We ain’t getting anywhere anyway.” Big Mac stopped and AJ slid off his back onto her feet. She had been riding him bareback for what seemed like hours, and she needed to rest. She walked around to his front, and put her arms around his neck. She rested her forehead against his, right between his big green eyes. “I love you, big brother. And I want you. I mean it.”

“You’re not joking,” he said, still unsure.

“I ain’t.” She didn’t know if he was taking her seriously. She wished she hadn’t teased him so badly over the years. He had never done nothing but love her. She rubbed her hands up his neck and down his snout to his mouth.

“And I am to prove it to you,” she said. She pulled his face up and kissed him on the lips. They had kissed many times before, but this was different. The little hairs on her arms stood on end. She could feel her panties getting wet between her legs already. Big Mac’s hooves stomped on the ground.

They let the kiss end. Both looked deep into each others eyes. “Right here? Right now?” Big Mac asked.

“It’s the present, ain’t it? I can’t go back and change the past.”

“What if they come and find us right when we’re in the middle of it?”

“I guess the party just got done wrapping up. Might be awhile before they find us. But we don’t have to. Not if you’re uncomfortable with...”

Big McIntosh kissed her without waiting for another word. She gripped onto his muzzle with her fingernails and slid her tongue in between her lips. Before she realized it, he had shoved his tongue into hers, filling up her mouth. It caught her by surprise, but she loved it. She pulled him into her more. She tilted her head to the side even farther. His lips wrapped around her cheeks. He slid his long, flexible tongue down her throat and tickled her all over. She only forced him away when she had to breath. She had taken Big Mac into her mouth many times and was practiced at holding her breath, but never with his tongue, not as far as she could remember.

She took a step back, taking deep breaths. She still had her work duds on; her gala outfit was still in the garment bag. She was wearing one of her old plaid shirts, tied just under her bosom for support. The knot was large enough that Big Mac reached down with his teeth and undid it. She started to pull off her shirt but her brother couldn’t wait. Underneath was a tight, white cotton tanktop. Big Mac grabbed this in his teeth and he ripped it open. Her two big pale white tits came flopping out of it.

“Ahhh!” she screeched. “Hey!”

Big McIntosh ignored her protest. He extended his tongue and licked one of her tits. His tongue was large enough that he lifted the whole breast upwards. He could feel her nipple contracting and growing erect on it. Most of AJ’s skin was a nice tan from working in the fields, but her tits were alabaster white. There were a few red freckles on the sides, and perfectly rounded and pink nipples. When he finished, he licked the other. Then he began to suck on her nipples. His lips were large enough that he could fit most of her breast into his mouth as he sucked.

AJ had quit protesting immediately. She pulled off her undershirt, now rags, and threw it on the floor. She squirmed as Big Mac sucked on her tits. She rubbed her thighs together, twitching below as she stuck out her breasts for her brother. Only then did she realize she was still wearing her tight denim jeans. She undid the big buckle of her belt, then the button on her pants, and slowly unzipped her fly. She wiggled out of them, letting her tits swing back and forth in her brothers face. She kicked off the rest of her clothes.

She returned her hands up to his face. Big Mac closed his mouth and simply nuzzled his nose between her breasts. He blew hot air from his nose, cooling her wet tits, making her nipples even harder. He started to nuzzle downwards. Down past her ribs. He stopped for a moment at her navel, tickling her. Then he went onwards. Applejack reached up and grabbed his ears, expecting what was to come. Big Mac pushed his snout into her crotch.

Big McIntosh licked her. He didn’t just lick her clit, or her pussy. His tongue was long enough that he licked both of these, but continued on to her tight little anus and then past and up the crack of her ass. He returned her tongue to this mouth, and then did it again. And again. He used quick, powerful strokes of his tongue. AJ squealed. She stood up as straight as she could. She gripped his ears just a bit too tightly. He didn’t stop to complain, but just kept licking her. Applejack stood up on her toes and still he licked her. She started shifting her feet inwards, the toes pointed at each other. She squeal again. He slowed down. This time, he carefully slid out his tongue, rubbed it over her clit, down past the slit of her pussy, and then touched the tip of it to her ass. He curled it up, and forced the tip of his tongue inside of her. She bent over and wrapped her arms down around his head. She started rocking back and forth a bit as his tongue drove up her ass; she was humping her clit against the length of his tongue.

She couldn’t take it. It was too much too soon. She squeezed her asshole and pushed his tongue back out. He set to work on her pussy and clit instead. This was just as good. He started to push himself into her. She felt pressure. He could have taken her here, like this. Not yet. She wasn’t ready. “Wait,” she whispered, “it’s your turn.” He wouldn’t stop eating her out. “Stop,” she said. He stopped and raised his head back up to look at her. He snorted, but said nothing.

She started to move around to his side. She rubbed her hands all over his neck. He loved that. She knew it, although she could not exactly remember it. She worked down to his massive, broad chest, then around to his flanks, and finally his rump. He lifted his tail up into the air. She lifted up her hands and grabbed a hold of his balls, one in each palms. She hefted them, they were quite heavy. She played with them, and then bent over. She buried her face into his sack. His skin was soft, pink, and wrinkly. She rubbed his huge nuts all over cheeks and licked each one carefully and thoroughly. She licked up, and up the skin of his sack and kept going. She was still licking when she got to his ass. She slid her tongue in and he neighed in delight. She rubbed her two big tits against his balls, sometimes smooshing them up close, sometimes tickling them with her nipples. Slowly, reluctantly, she eventually let go.

Applejack moved around to his side again, then she squatted down beneath him. She rubbed her hands all across his belly in big circles, and slowly moved her way back to his sheath. She slid her hand up and rubbed the outside of it,which was very soft and warm and velvety. She inserted two of her fingers and found the head. It was already starting to come out. She pulled at it gently, while spreading his sheath apart. The head of his cock slipped out into the palm of her hand. She didn’t have to pull any more, it kept coming. She used her other hand to grab a hold of his shaft as it came. It was six inches, then ten, then twelve, more. The head and most of the shaft was mostly black, although it had big splotches of pink. It just kept coming. She jerked her hand back and forth on the shaft as it descended from his body.

She waited until he was fully erect. When she was sure that he was, she sat down beneath him and placed her mouth to the end. She used her tongue to tickle that little tip with the hole. Then she licked broadly around the rim of his wide, flat head. She took it into her mouth. It was a difficult fit. First she had to take it edge on, then she managed to squeeze the rest in. At least the head anyway, she could hardly take any of his shaft. She used both of her hands to jack off the rest of him. Her jaw soon grew sore, so she took out the head, and simply licked up and down the shaft. She was almost ready. Big McIntosh was silent, except for occasional snorting and stomping.

Applejack got out from underneath him. She stood up and turn around to present her ass to him. She reached back below and grabbed his huge cock. It was big enough that she could pull it up and to the side. She placed it between her legs, grabbed both hands behind the head, and started to hump on the shaft. She almost came right there. The whole cock was soon soaking with her wetness. She wished she could bend double and suck on the head that was sticking out from between her legs. There simply wasn’t enough room to stretch like that. Perhaps he could lie on his back later and it would work that way. “Oh god!” she screamed, surprised at how close she had just come. “Oh god” she screamed again. She was coming. Her ass shook furiously up and down his shaft. She gripped it hard as she came and ground into it. She stopped almost as fast as she came. She simpley stood there, straddling his cock, and tried to catch her breath.

Big McIntosh turned his head to look at her. He had a grin on his face. She smiled too, once she caught her breath. “Your turn,” she said. She got back down underneath him, and raised her ass all the way up to his abdomen. It was very awkward, but it should work. Hadn’t he always waited for this? She placed the strange, flat head onto her pussy, the leading edge right between her lips. She should be more than wet enough now. She tried to push herself back onto it. There was pressure. Too much. It wouldn’t go in.

“OK,” she said, up at her big brother. He couldn’t see her. “I’m ready. Give it a try.” He gently pushed off with his hind hooves, as gently as he could. He pushed into her. She was almost shoved forward. “Ow!’ she said. The broad, flat head had gone nowhere. “I’m sorry, try it again.” He did. Again it hurt. Again, it didn’t go in. They tried several more times, each ending in disappointment. They both realized it wasn’t working.

Big McIntosh reared up, and backed away from her. He came back down on his hooves behind her as she stood up. She was going to turn around to speak to him, maybe apologize to him. But he laid his chin on her shoulder. She reached her arm up to hug him around his snout.

“Ah’m...” she started to say.

“Shh,” he interrupted her. He pulled his snout out of her grasp, and kissed her on the back of her neck. He peppered kisses all the way down her spine, until he got to the crack of her butt.

Big McIntosh licked Applejack again. This time it was from behind. It surprised her so much she almost jumped. She grabbed her tits in her hands and looked down. She could see her big brother’s tongue darting out from below her pussy and reaching up her belly. He was licking quickly again, but after awhile he started to slow down and become more sensuous. Each time he licked, the tip of his tongue didn’t reach as high. Soon it was only reaching her clit, and he stopped for awhile to tickle it. She squeezed her tits hard in ecstasy. Her fingers left red marks. She pinched her nipples between her fingers and moaned.

Big McIntosh pulled his tongue just a bit away from her clit, and started to stick it up inside of her. AJ felt pressure. She raised herself back up on her toes. Still more pressure. She felt a pop, and then it was all over. Her brother’s long, flexible tongue was deep inside of her, and moving in and out. Big Mac sensed the metallic taste of blood on his tongue, but it soon washed away. AJ tasted like AJ again. And she was squeaking and moaning and calling out his name, just like she always did. He loved her so much.

“Enough!” AJ shouted. Big Mac slipped his tongue back into his mouth and stood back. AJ’s hands were balled up into little fists and and her whole body was trembling in pleasure. She turned around to face him. “This time,” she said, “it’s gonna work.” She got back down underneath him. She lifted his cock back up to her pussy, and told him she was ready.

This time when Big McIntosh pushed, it went in. AJ’s eyes sprang open with surprised. She had wanted this, but she couldn’t have prepared herself for it. She was spread wide apart, and the head was just barely in. Big Mac was careful. He didn’t want to push to hard. He worked his hips gingerly, and it went in more and more. Over the course of long minutes, it got in as far as it could go. Perhaps half was up the shaft. Big Mac had a large grin on his face. This was fine for him. He could do this forever, just nice and slow.

Applejack’s senses were overwhelmed. She had never thought it would feel like this, or be this good. She felt filled up. She needed one hand for balance, but she slid another one down between her legs. She pressed her palm against her mound of venus, and felt Big Mac sliding in and out of her. She slid her hand up her body and she could still feel him as she moved it up. He was so deep inside of her. She felt she might cum for a second time before he could finished. She hung her head down and closed her eyes.

The slow pounding went on for minutes, it could have been hours, for all she knew. At one point, she turned her head to the side and opened her eyes. There was something there, off in the distance. It started to move closer. She could see themselves. It was their reflection.

Only it wasn’t exactly their reflection. She could see herself. She was being fucked by her brother. Only she wasn’t bent over and taking it from behind. She was lying flat on her back, and her legs wrapped around her brother. It was her on her back, but it wasn’t. She was a pony. A beautiful orange pony, with big green eyes. She had both her mane and her tailed done up in a nice big braid, just like her. Big Mac? Well, it was the same Big Mac she had always known. Two arms, two legs, and a body full of muscle. And he wasn’t just rocking back and forth slowly on top of her. He was slamming into her. Pounding her like there weren’t no tomorrow. He had sweat dripping all over his bronzed skin, and his teeth were gritting and bared in concentration. He was about to come.

Only it wasn’t their reflection. She could see herself. She was being fucked by her brother. Only he wasn’t between her legs and fucking her on her back. Her brother had her mounted, sort of, and was taking her from the rear. It was her taking it from behind, but it wasn’t. She was a human, soft and pink. She had two great big tits that were swinging around below her in big circles as she was being fucked. She had two arms, with fingers that could do amazing things. And Big Mac? Well, he was the same Big Mac that she had always known. That great big red pony, with the bright green cutie mark. He wasn’t hammering into her as Big Mac was, but was pumping gently. His two big pink balls slowly swung back and forth beneath him.

The reflection grew closer. AJ reached out her hoof. AJ reached out her hand. AJ caught her hoof in her hand.

Applejack knew. After all these years, she was fucking her brother. But it wasn’t her brother. And it was. He had a different body. So did she. But it didn’t matter. They had the same mind. The same character. The same soul.

Did Big McIntosh know? His eyes were shut tight.

Big McIntosh started to cum.

Applejack looked up into his face, losing the reflection. His human face was all scrunched up in exertion. Sweat was dripping off of his features. “You can come,” she said up to him. “I’m all yours. Come inside of me. The first time. At least this once.”

Big McIntosh screamed. He pounded her a few more times. He came inside of her. He shot his whole load, but still he fucked her. Only when he was done, did he collapse down onto her. She wrapped her hooves around his neck. She could feel his seed filling her up, and then dripping out of her.

Applejack sensed that Big McIntosh was about to come. His hooves were stomping faster. She lost sight of their reflection. He fucked her just a little too hard, and he was getting less coordinated. “You can cum,” she said up to him. “I’m all yours. Come inside of me. The first time. At least this once.” She could feel the head of Big Mac’s cock flaring inside of her. It expanded in sized, mushrooming, and soft.

Big McIntosh neighed. He came inside of her. He filled her up, and it came squirting out of her pussy like a hose. He slipped out, and she quickly turned around and took him back into her mouth. He shot another load, this time filling her mouth, more spurted out from between her lips. She had to let go to breath, and he came on her again, this time all over her body. It dripped down off of her tits and formed a puddle on the floor.

Big McIntosh stepped off of her. Then he sat down, exhausted. Applejack was the same. She lied there for a long time, covered from head to toe in her brother’s cum.

They didn’t know how long it was. They didn’t care. First they caught their breaths. Then their heart beat returned to normal. The afterglow faded, and left. They rested.

Finally, AJ sat up. She found some scraps of a torn undershirt, and used them to wipe the cum off of her body. It would have to do for now. Big Mac watched her as she picked up her clothes. She put her cowboy hat back on first.

“Hey, what’s that?” Applejack said, pointing with her hoof.

“I don’t see anything,” Big McIntosh said.

“No, not over there, over there!” Applejack pointed with her finger.

Big McIntosh turned and saw it. “It’s the mirror,” he said.

“Should we run for it?” she asked.

“Hell, yes,” he said, grabbing up his pile of clothes.

“Don’t forget my outfit!” she screamed as she ran.

Big Mac stopped, turned around, and grabbed her garment bag. Always the hero. Then he saw her hat next to it. The one she had been wearing. Big Mac picked it up with his teeth. Big Mac looked into Big Mac’s eyes. He understood. Then Big Mac turned and ran in opposite directions, towards his respective mirror.

AJ got there first, followed by Big Mac. He rushed through the portal, and was washed in the sunlight streaming into that familiar room.

They both laughed, having finally saved themselves. They started to put their clothes back on.

“Wait a minute,” AJ said. “What time is it?”

Big McIntosh looked at the windows. He judged the angle of the light streaming in through the windows. “Can’t be later than six,” he said. “That’s about the same time we went in.” He checked through the pockets of his jacket and slacks, and finally found his wrist watch. “Eyup,” he said. “Six o’clock on the nose.”

“But we were in there for hours.”

“Magic?” he guessed. It was the only thing he could think of.

“You know what this means?” she asked. “It means we can still make it to the gala. It’s practically just starting.”

Big McIntosh smiled. He knew she really wanted that. He picked up her garment bag, held it up with one hand, and unzipped it for her. She came running over, cheering. He helped her slip into her fancy green gown. While she was putting on her long green boots, he finished putting the rest of his clothes on. He would have to go with out the undershirt. And he just didn’t give a damn about the tie anymore. He rolled his buttonless cuffs up past his elbows and left the top of his collar unbuttoned. He decided to just carry his jacket. That would have to do.

Applejack finished sliding on her long green gloves. She turned around and looked at him. He was so incredibly handsome, and better without the tie. “How do I look?” she asked, and twirled around in circles. She stopped, facing away from him. She turned her head to look at him, and winked. “Well?”

“Do ya really want to know how you look?”

“Of course I do,” she said.

Big McIntosh didn’t say a thing. Instead, he unzipped his fly. He started marching over towards her.

“Wait... what...,” she tried to say. He picked her up around her narrow waist with his poweful hands. He placed her against the wall and then pressed into her from behind.

“Again?” she screamed.

“Eyup,” he said. “Betcha didn’t see that coming.”

She was trying to say that she didn’t, but got distracted when he started nibble at her neck. She placed her hands against the wall. Her laughter turned to moaning. He started to hike her dress up around her waist. He looped his thumbs into her panties, and let them slide down around her ankles. They got stuck on her boots.

Big McIntosh lowered himself down onto his knees and started to kiss her butt. Her cheeks were as alabaster white as her tits. They had even more little red freckles all over them. He kissed them all over. He squeezed them with his enormous hands, kneading her soft, smooth flesh with his fingers.

He gripped them, and spread them apart. Her tight pink asshole laid between. He stuck his face between her cheeks and licked her ass. He shoved his tongue deep inside and licked all around. She squealed and squirmed against the wall. She tried to step back a bit, so she could stick her ass out just a little bit more for him.

“Wait...,” she groaned. “You spent... ahh! You spent all this time waiting.... ahh! Ohmigod. All this time waiting for me... Eeaaauggh... And now you want... Ooooh, fuck! Now you want to put it my.... eeee... ass again?”

Big McIntosh didn’t answer her. He was waiting to finish. He took his sweet time. Once done, he started to stand up.

“Nnnnope,” he slowly drawled. He pulled his massive erection from out of his fly, and slid it up between her thighs. Once he got to her crotch, he tilted the head up to her pussy and slid it in. Her mouth opened wide surprise. He thrust himself into her, almost lifting her off the ground. She couldn’t even breath for a moment, it was so overwhelming.

He slammed into her over and over. He reached around and grabbed her tits through the leather portion of her gown. His cock felt so good inside of her. It was still huge. It still filled her up. But it was the perfect size. She could feel him sticking it in al the way. She could feel his balls swinging below. He moved one hand up and started to stroke her face. Her eyes were clenched shut tight in concentration. When he brushed his fingers across her mouth, she bit one of them, just gently. Then she pulled it into her mouth and started to suck on it. She to come again. She felt her whole body shaking up and down as her brother fucked her. She thought her tits were about to pop out of her gown. Applejack came. She tried to squeal around his finger as she sucked on it. Only when she came down from her high did she let it plop out of her mouth. She blinked in surprise a few times, then started to grind backwards into Big Mac.

Big McIntosh lowered his hands to his sister’s waist, and fucked her even harder. He kept having to lift her dress back up. With her finished, it was only a matter of time for him. Her pussy felt like heaven. It was tight, but smooth and soft and wet. It was better than he’d ever had it before. He felt himself starting to come. He was shouting, even though he didn’t really notice it.

“Not inside,” AJ moaned. She rested her face against the wall and lifted her dress up high for him. “Not this time.”

Big Mac pulled out just in time. He rubbed his engorged head across her smooth cheeks, then jerked it once, twice. Big Mac came. He spurted all over her ass. It covered up all her freckles. It went dripping down her smooth thighs in great, sticky white gobs. Big Mac jerked it a few more times. One last little drop of white cum squeezed out. He wiped it on a dry patch of his sister’s ass, and took a few steps backwards. He took a deep breath then zipped his fly back up. Now he was ready for the gala.

Applejack took a little more time to recover. She let her dress drop around her legs. She got a lot of cum on the inside of it, but she didn’t care. No one would know. She pulled off her panties and used it to wipe the excess off. There didn’t see a waste basket, so she balled it up and left it on the floor. Maybe the stewards should keep this door locked if they didn’t want uninvited guests. This place was dangerous.

Big Mac approached her side. They looked in each other’s green eyes. He hugged her, then he kissed her. He extended his elbow, and she put her arm through. He opened the door of the room with the mirror, and they sashayed off to the Grand Gallivanting Gala.

Princess Celestia fell backwards off her stool. The one before her mirror. She had planned at least some of this, but nothing could have really prepared her for it. Too many buttons of her own had been pushed. Her usually perfect flowing mane was a glorious mess. Shaking her head a few times, she stood back up. She let herself calm back down. She felt flushed and exhausted. She found her crown and placed it back on her head, just in front of her horn. She looked at the mirror, this time at the reflection in the mirror, and noticed her wings were still standing erect. Well, it was still a few minutes before she had to present herself at the Grand Galloping Gala. The wings would come down in time. She thought that she should go get rubbed down and groomed again. Just so she could look presentable.

Celestia trotted off towards the boudoir. She wondered what Luna was up to.

I could have just as easily have put this in the Luna's Magic Wand section. Yes, it's humanized futa. So if you've got a problem with that, fair warning. I put it in with these stories because it's a companion piece to "Pushing Buttons," which I've already posted here. Also, it does have Applebloom as one of the the characters. That's right. Humanized CMC futa. Don't say you weren't warned.

Luna lounged in her boudoir on a pile of soft, silken pillows. She had a small crystal ball she was rolling around in her fingers, taking care to not let it fall. The Grand Gallivanting Gala was in full swing. It had been for hours now. She had yet to make a formal appearance, and she was biding her time. It would arguably be the highlight of the evening.

In the meantime, she was enjoying watching the crowd of people. There was always high drama to be found. Most of the time these people caused it themselves. Occasionally, she pulled the strings. Something caught her eye and she held the ball close. Three little troublemakers had just sneaked their way into the party, despite the careful eye of the guards. Luna pursed her lips. There was a special place in her heart for cheeky youngsters.

Luna pulled some strings.

“Sweetie Belle,” Scootaloo said. “Dang it.”

“I’m sorry,” Sweetie Belle whined, “but I gotta go.”

“Why didn’t you just go back at the party?” Scootaloo peeked around the corner. Nobody was there. They hurried down the hallway.

“I didn’t want anybody to see me. There’s too many people back there.”

“Sweetie Belle, you numbskull, we already made it past the guards. It’s OK if people see us when we’re in the party. If we’re going to get in trouble, it’s for sneaking around this place.”

“That’s why I asked Applebloom to be a watch out,” Sweetie Belle explained.

“Well, she’s not going to help if there are guards in here,” Scootaloo peered down another hallway, and it was clear. “This place was a maze.”

Indeed, they had already gotten lost in the hallways below Canterlot Palace. There were many corridors, and the few doors that were unlocked usually just led into more corridors. Scootaloo turned down a hallway on her left; it was the only direction to turn. She had remembered something about always turning to your right when caught in a maze. It seemed to work in video games, so it should work in real life. The right side of this hallway was featureless, blank. The left side had many closed doors. Scootaloo walked quickly down the hall way. Sweetie Belle was lagging behind, as she kept trying to open every single door. She didn’t understand the concept of always turning right, especially when Scootaloo turned left. All the doors were locked.

Scootaloo reached the end of this hallway and again turned left, having no other way to go. She paused. This hallway seemed different. It was narrower. It was darker. The chiseled stone seemed more crudely cut, and it was dustier. There was only a single door, right at the end. It, too, seemed narrower than the other doors. It looked special. Scootaloo thought maybe it meant that the door led to a staircase or some other way out. She walked down the corridor. She reached up to grab the door knob. A string was pulled. The door unlocked. Scootaloo grabbed the knob and turned it. The door swung open.

Scootaloo’s jaw dropped. This wasn’t a staircase leading to an exit. It was some sort of treasure room. There were marvels all around her. Sweetie Belle caught up behind her and squeaked in surprise. There were wondrous figurines decorated in jewels. Shelves filled with potions in oddly shaped and colored bottles. There were fine silks draped over tall frames. They must have been magical, because they seemed to flow on an unnoticed breeze. There were little black cauldrons filled with powdery dyes in all the colors of the rainbow. There was a little telescope which, when peered through, showed a haunted landscape crawling with indescribable monsters. The mountains in the background seemed familiar.

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle had a marvelous time inspecting all of the curiosities.

“Hey, do you think we should take something?” Scootaloo asked.

“You mean steal? No, I think somebody really likes these things,” Sweetie Belle was admiring a miniature pirate’s treasure chest filled with very real jewels. “It might even be Princess Celestia’s stuff. We could probably get in real big trouble.”

“OK,” agreed Scootaloo. “But I want to at least try something.” She passed a plate of food. There wasn’t a mote of dust on it. All of the food was jet black: a black piece of sweet rye bread, a serving of black rice, a plump black sausage. All looked as fresh as if it had just come from a kitchen. There was a glass of dark red wine next to the plate. Scootaloo’s mouth watered, but she walked past it. It looked as dangerous as it did delicious.

“Maybe I’ll try one of these potions,” she said, coming across the bottles on the shelves. A string was pulled. She grabbed one, seemingly at random. It was long and thing, more like a graduated cylinder than a bottle. It was topped by a rounded cork. Scootaloo inspected the label tied to the bottle by a string. It was handwritten in a beautiful script.

“Luna’s Magic Wand,” Scootaloo read out loud.

“That’s funny,” Sweetie Belle said. “How come it’s called a wand if it’s a potion? It doesn’t make sense.”

“I don’t know.” Scootaloo kept reading the label. “Consume one mouthful for desired results. Effect will last until satisfaction, or four to six hours, which ever comes first. Do not consume entire bottle, outcome as yet untested. Effects may be permanent, growth may be complete.” Scootaloo turned the label. “Have fun,” was written on the other side. Odd, Scootaloo thought. She had thought it was blank the first time she looked at it.

“What does it do?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“I don’t know,” said Scootaloo. “But it says to have fun. So it can’t be bad.”

“It says something about growing. Maybe it makes you big.”

“Only one way to find out.” Scootaloo pulled the cork out of the vial with a loud pop. She up-ended it and took a large gulp. She grimaced when she put the cork back in. “Yuck!” she said.

“What’s it taste like?” the worried Sweetie Belle asked.

“It tastes like... I don’t know how to describe it. I think I’m going to be sick,” Scootaloo said. She burped. “Nevermind. It’s not that bad.”

“Do you feel any different?”

“Not... really,” Scootaloo said. She looked down at her body. There was no sign of growth or anything else. She was wearing the same orange t-shirt and purple shorts she had come to the party in. Sweetie Belle and her had an argument over that. Sweetie Belle thought they should all dress up for the gala, and Scootaloo and Applebloom had refused. Her clothes didn’t feel any tighter. “May it’s a dud?” she wondered.

“Huh,” said Sweetie Bell. “Maybe we should try something else.” She turned and started wandering through the room, looking at more interesting valuables.

Scootaloo followed, but only took a few steps. Sweetie Belle turned around to look when Scootaloo let out a short scream. Scootaloo was standing stock still, with her hands raised up to her shoulders, balled into little fists. She was biting her lip and clearly very scared.

“Ohmigosh, what’s wrong?” Sweetie Belle asked, now scared herself.

“There’s something in my shorts!” Scootaloo screached.

“Ahhh!” Sweetie Belle screamed. “What is it?”

“I don’t know! I think I felt it move!”

“AHH! You mean like some kind of bug?”

“I don’t know!”

Sweetie Belle danced around in little circles, shaking her hands as if she herself were covered in spiders. “What are we going to do?”

“I don’t know!” Scootaloo winced for awhile. Then she slowly opened her hands. She carefully pulled her shirt up past her navel. She placed the palm of her hand on her belly, and slowly slid her fingers down underneath her waistband. Her fingers felt nothing but smooth, unblemished skin. Then her finger tips ran into... something.

“Ahh!” she screamed, jerking her hand back out.

“AHH!” Sweetie Belle screamed, “what is it?”

“I don’t know!” Scootaloo cried. “Get it out, get it out, get it out!”

“No way! I’m not going to touch it!”

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease?”

Sweetie Belle stepped closer to Scootaloo. She didn’t want to, but she placed her hand on Scootaloo’s belly just as Scootaloo had done early. She slid her hand down Scootaloo’s soft, smooth skin. She felt under her waist band, and then felt something that wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Auuuuggggh!” she screamed loud enough to wake the dead as she jerked her hand out.

“What happened?”

“It bit me!” Sweetie Belle screamed.

“What? Where? Let me see.”

Sweetie Belle slowly unfolded her fist. Her fingers were unharmed. “Well, maybe it didn’t bite that hard. Scootaloo, I’m scared.”
Scootaloo didn’t know what to do. It didn’t seem to be moving anymore, whatever it was. She pulled her shirt up and held it under her chin. Then she very carefully took a hold of her waist band with two hands. She very slowly started to pull her shorts out, being ready to let go in case anything jumped out. She could barely see anything at all, her eyes were nearly shut tight. She opened them a bit. She saw it. Her first thought was that it was some kind of worm or caterpillar. Then it slowly dawned on her what she was looking at. Her eyes opened, wider and wider. She stopped biting her lip, and her jaw slowly descended. Her mouth turned up just a bit at the corners.
She looked up at Sweetie Belle, who was covering her mouth with her fists, still scared. Then she looked back down at her penis. Scootaloo, smiling now, pulled down her shorts and let them fall down around her ankles. Sweetie Belle was covering her eyes with her hands.
“Look!” said Scootaloo, proudly.
“I don’t wanna,” Sweetie Belle said.
“No, look!”
Sweetie Belle gingerly peered out between her fingers. She was surprised by what she saw. She dropped her hands and slowly stepped forward. “Is that...,” she asked, “a weiner?”
“Yeah, I think so,” Scootaloo said.
“It looks just like Spike’s.”
“I know.”
“Do you have balls too?”
Scootaloo pinched the little bit of skin at the tip between her thumb and forefinger and lifted. “Nope,” she said, “just my cooter.” Once, weeks ago, Applebloom had referred to their crotches as cooters, and the term had stuck.
“What’s it feel like?” Sweetie Belle wondered.
Scootaloo grabbed it with her fingers. She pulled on it. Squeezed it. And bent it this way and back. “It feels awesome,” Scootaloo says. “Like when you play with yourself only different.”

Sweetie Belle stepped forward and bent over. Scootaloo let go. Sweetie Belle reached forward with her pointer finger, and carefully poked at it. It twitched. Sweetie Belle jerked her hand back, in case it tried to bite her. Nothing else happened. So she poked it again. She cautiously ran her finger up the shaft. Scootaloo’s skin was soft and pliant. Sweetie Belle thought that she was supposed to be creeped out, instead she was fascinated. Then it began to change. It had been hanging down, but now it started to straighten up, as if it wanted to point back at Sweetie Belle. It started to grow as well, expanding twice, then three times the length. The funny little bit of skin at the end was peeled back, and a little pink head peeked out.

“Whoa,” both of them said together. First Scootaloo then Sweetie Belle touched it again. It was rock hard.

“I’ve got to try this,” Sweetie Belle said. She grabbed for the bottle and pulled out the cork.

“Careful,” Scoot warned her. “Just a mouthful.”

Sweetie Belle swallowed a mouthful. “Ahh,” she said, as she put the bottle back on the shelf. “I think it tastes pretty good.” She blinked a few times as she felt the potion sliding down her throat. Then she reached underneath her party dress, the nice white, pink, and lavender colored one she had waited for so long to wear to the gala. She pulled her panties down around her knees and lifted up her dress to look. Scootaloo crept in to look as well, she still had her shorts and panties down around her ankles. There was nothing there, not at first. And then they saw it. It started as a little nub, right at the top of the lips of her cooter. It grew, lengthening and widening, pulling the skin with it. It stopped growing when it got to the same size that Scootaloo’s had been earlier. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle looked up into each others eyes and smiled.
Scootaloo shuffled forward. She started to rub her erect weiner against Sweetie Belle’s flaccid one. It felt really fun. Sweetie Belle’s started to grow as well. Soon her own little pink head popped out. They rubbed their heads together. They soon found out that was the most sensitive part. But the shafts felt good too, and they rubbed these across each other. They pressed their hips against each other, and robbed their cocks together and against their bellies. They reflexively started sliding up and down each others bodies, not understanding why, but knowing that it felt good.

“Wait,” said Sweetie Belle, “I’ve got to try something.” She turned towards the door, then promptly fell on her face, having tripped on her panties. She stood up and looked down to make sure she hadn’t bent her new weiner. She kicked off her shoes and pulled off her panties. Then she went running down the hallway in her socks. She disappeared behind the corner.

“What are you doing?” Scootaloo shouted after her.

“Hang on!” Sweetie Belle shouted back. Scootaloo waited, wondering.

“It’s not working!” Sweetie Belle shouted.

“What isn’t?” Scootaloo asked.

“Oh, wait! There it goes!”

“What?” Scootaloo demanded to know.

“I’m peein’ like a boy!” Sweetie Bell called out. Scootaloo scrunched up her face. “It’s amazing! I can do it in all different directions. I can do tricks! I can... Ahhh!”

“What’s the matter?” Scootaloo asked.

“Nothing,” Sweetie Bell shouted. “Nevermind! Don’t come down here!”

Scootaloo waited. Sweetie Belle reappeared, running back to the room barefoot. She had a big smile on her face, and her hand around her wiener. They didn say a thing, but returned to rubbing their wieners together. Sweetie Belle’s had gone soft, but it quickly got hard again.

“We should try things,” Scootaloo said.

“Like what?”

“Like humping and everything. Like we did with Spike, only this time we’ve got the wieners. The bottle says this only lasts for a few hours. And this might be the only time we’ll ever find out what it’s like for boys.”

“OK,” said Sweetie Belle. “Who humps who first?”

“I go first,” said Scootaloo. “I drank the potion first, and it was my idea.” She kicked off her shoes, shorts, and panties. Then she pulled off her shirt. Sweetie Belle pulled off her dress and carefully laid it on a table. They looked at each others naked bodies. They had gone skinny dipping before, but had never been so interested in each other. They slowly came together and awkwardly put their hands around each other.

“Are we supposed to kiss?” Sweetie Belle asked. “That’s kind of weird ‘cause we’re friends.”

“I think so,” said Scootaloo. She closed her eyes, puckered her lips, and pressed them forward. They met Sweetie Belle’s lips. She closed her eyes too. They stayed like that for a long while, simply pressing their lips together. Down below, their hips involuntarily worked back and forth as they slid their little cocks together. It felt so good. Scootaloo opened her mouth and stuck her tongue between Sweetie Belle’s lips. It tickled, so Sweetie Belle giggled. Then Scootaloo giggled too. Their wieners felt really good on each other’s smooth skin. Scootaloo stuck her tongue back into Sweetie Belle’s mouth and played with her tongue. It still felt real funny and it tickled, but they didn’t giggle this time. It felt too good to stop. Scootaloo reached down and took her wiener in her hand. She pulled it underneath Sweetie Belle’s boner, and slid it down towards her cooter. She felt it slide between Sweetie Belle’s soft lips, but it didn’t exactly go in. Scootaloo broke their kiss.

“Can you put it in your mouth?” she whispered to Sweetie Belle. “I think it’s supposed to get wet first. Remember Spike?”

“Oh, yeah,” Sweetie Belle said. She got down on her knees. She looked at it real close. She liked how funny the head looked, and how it was a darker shade of pink then the rest of Scootaloo’s white skin. She put it in her mouth. She moved her lips down all the way as if to kiss Scootaloo’s body, and then looked up. It wasn’t too uncomfortable to fit the whole thing in her mouth. Scootaloo had her head rolled back and her mouth wide open. She gasped. She looked down at Sweetie Belle’s face. She ran her hands through Sweetie Belle’s long curly hair. She had never noticed how soft and beautiful it was before. She gripped onto her head and, without exactly knowing why, started to move it back and forth on her shaft.

“I think you’re supposed to suck on it,” Scootaloo whispered. Sweetie Belle started to suck. Her little round cheeks puckered inwards. Scootaloo almost bent double in pleasure. All the muscles in her body flexed. She grabbed her friend’s head hard, and started humping herself into Sweetie Belle’s mouth.

Sweetie Bell didn’t mind at all. In fact, the only thing she didn’t like is that she couldn’t look at her own wiener while she was blowing Scootaloo’s. It felt funny. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it felt like it was under a lot of pressure. She felt down and grabbed a hold of it. It was harder than ever. She wondered what it was going to feel like once she got a chance to put it in Scootaloo’s mouth. Or even her cooter. She started moving her hand back and forth along the shaft. She didn’t know if that’s what it was going to feel like, but it felt good anyway. She jacked off harder and faster. With her other hand, she reached down below and felt her cooter. She slipped a finger up inside of herself and it came out very wet. She tried to speak, but she had Scootaloo inside of her mouth, and Scootaloo wasn’t letting go. She tried to pull her head back, but Scootaloo kept forcing her head down. Finally, she tried standing up and Scootaloo had to let go.

“I think I’m ready,” Sweetie Belle said. She stepped forward, and tried to slide Scootaloo’s wiener into her cooter.

“I think you’re supposed to turn around.” Scootaloo said. “And bend over.”

“OK,” said Sweetie Belle. “But don’t look at my butt.”

“If I’m going to hump you, why wouldn’t I look at your butt?”

“Oh. Nevermind,” she said. Sweetie Belle went over to the table where she had lain her dress. She bent over it, showing her ass to Scootaloo. Her butt cheeks where the whitest part of her body, alabaster white, and very round. It made Scootaloo want to giggle. But there was an even stronger urge. It felt like it was magically pulling her wiener over to it. She wanted to dive into Sweetie Belle’s butt, wiener first. She walked over to her. Scootaloo grabbed her butt cheeks, they were so soft and smooth, and spread them apart. She looked between them. There was Sweetie Belle’s butt hole, round and pink. She spread apart her lips, looking for the hole. There it was, dark between the wet moist, pink, lips. Sweetie Belle’s wiener swung down below, now semi-erect.
Scootaloo stood back up. She grabbed her prick in her hand, and moved it forward, touching it to Sweetie Belle’s pussy. She slid it up and down, trying to find the hole again. It wasn’t easy. But it kind of tickled, and felt very good at the same time. Finally, she found it. She pushed forward and it slid right it. Her hips only stopped when they bounced into Sweetie Belle’s butt. They both gasped in surprise. Scootaloo’s eyes started to roll into the back of her head. She couldn’t believe out good it felt. Sweetie Belle’s pussy felt so warm and wet and soft wrapped around her cock. It wasn’t too tight and it wasn’t too loose. It felt as if they were made to fit perfectly together. Even her ass cheeks felt amazing pressed up against her body. She started to fuck her. She slipped out once or twice and had to put it back in, but she soon got the hang of it. Sweetie Belle’s butt made sharp spanking noises as Scootaloo slapped her hips into it. Sweetie Belle started to moan as if she was in pain, but she wasn’t in pain. She reached down and grabbed her cock. It was rock hard again and she started to jerk it.

“There you are, guys,” Applebloom said as she rounded the corner and saw the open door. “Ah’ve been looking everywhere for you. What are you do... whoa, nelly!”

Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle stopped fucking. They turned their heads to look at Applebloom. They paused for a moment, then Scootaloo started fucking again. She was soon back up to her previous speed and ignored Applebloom.

“We found a magic potion,” Sweetie Belle explain while she was getting fucked. “It gives girls weiners.” Applebloom was speechless. “We wanted to try humping. Remember like we did with Spike? The potion doesn’t last real long. My turn is next.” Scootaloo said nothing, she just grunted as she worked. “You want to try it?” Sweetie Belle asked. Applebloom was still speechless. She walked over behind Scootaloo. She bent over, and looked up between their legs. She could see Scootaloo’s dick sliding in and out of Sweetie Belle, and she could Sweetie Belle’s flopping back and forth below. “It’s real fun,” Sweetie Belle added.

“It’s not fair,” Applebloom said, standing back up. Her face felt real hot.

“What’s not?” Sweetie Belle asked. Scootaloo paid no attention to either of them.

“Well,” explained Applebloom, “I had fun the last time we tried humping. But you and Scootaloo got to have those things. Whatchamacallits. Organisms. And I’ve still never had one. Even when I play with myself.”

“We haven’t had one yet either,” Sweetie Belle said. Scootaloo grunted. “At least not today,” Sweetie Belle added. “I was my turn to hump Scootaloo next. Maybe I could hump you instead and give you one of those things. Scootaloo, is that OK? Applebloom, is that OK?”

Scootaloo grunted. “That’s a really weird question, Sweetie Belle,” Applebloom said. “Do I have to try some of that potion?”

“Not if you don’t wanna,” Sweetie Bell said.

Applebloom stood there for a while and just watched. She couldn’t make up her mind. It looked like fun. Sort of. Sweetie Belle had a big smile on her face. But Scootaloo’s face was scrunched up and she was real sweaty. Without paying much attention, Applebloom raised hand up her body and undid one of the buckles of her overalls. She undid the other, and they fell around her ankles. She took off her boots, stepped out of the overalls, and rolled off her socks. She pulled off her work shirt, and threw it on the pile. She saw an antique chair, cushioned with velvet, off to the side, so she sat down on it. Applebloom watched as Scootaloo pounded Sweetie Belle. Scootaloo had been gripping Sweetie Belle by the waist, for leverage. But now she was rubbing her hands up and down Sweetie Belle’s body. She covered Sweetie Belle’s nipples with the palms of her hands and held them there.

Applebloom raised her own hand up to her own nipples and played with them as she watched. They had grown small and hard. She slipped her other hand underneath her panties and her fingers came back glistening wet. She had been playing with herself in bed almost every night since that day with Spike and hadn’t been satisfied. She returned her hand below her panties and started rubbing.

Scootaloo grew tired. She slipped out of Sweetie Belle and didn’t feel up to putting it back in. She sat down on the cold stone floor and caught her breath. Sweetie Belle stood up and turned around, the smile still on her face. She wasn’t expecting it when Scootaloo shot up onto her knees, and sucked Sweetie Bell’s cock into her mouth and started fellating. She slid a hand up Sweetie Belle’s thigh then penetrated her with two fingers. Sweetie Belle nearly collapsed at her knees, but somehow managed to stay standing. Applebloom almost protested, jealous, but instead she bit her lip and rubbed harder. She pulled her panties all the way off, then leaned all the way back and propped her knees up on the arms of the chair, exposing herself to her friends. It felt better this way.

A minute or two later and Sweetie Belle turned her head and noticed Apple Bloom. She felt bad for ignoring her, but more than that, deeper than that, she wanted Applebloom. She wanted to be inside of her. Sweetie Belle reached down and gently pushed Scootaloo’s head away. She had Scootaloo slide her fingers back out, and then she walked over to Applebloom. Applebloom’s whole body flushed red with excitement when she saw Sweetie Belle approaching, her little erection waving back and forth. The full body flush nearly drowned out all the little red freckles on her body.

Sweetie Belle lowered her body down on Applebloom. She set to work, pumping her hips forward and back. Apple Bloom looked down. It seemed to her that Sweetie Belle didn’t even notice that she wasn’t penetrating her. Her little cock was just sliding up and down the groove of Applebloom’s pussy, the head and shaft rubbing up and down Applebloom’s clit. Applebloom wasn’t in a hurry to tell her, it felt amazing. Still, she slid her hand down between their rubbing bodies and placed the tips of her fingers on Sweetie Belle’s smooth wet head. On the down stroke, she pressed, and Sweetie Belle’s cock slid into Applebloom’s pussy, almost with a pop. Applebloom’s body heaved a couple of times in uncontrolled ecstasy as she was penetrated. Sweetie Belle herself just sort of flopped around in passion before she found a rhythm. Applebloom wrapped her arms around Sweetie Belle’s body and squeezed. She did the same thing with her legs. Their two pairs of erect nipples rubbed across each other.

Scootaloo watched from her position on the floor. She had caught her breath, but was now having fun watching. She grabbed her shaft in hand and worked it up and down. With her other hand she slid first one, then a second finger into her pussy. She was fascinated with the way Sweetie Belle’s little white ass moved up and down. A couple of minutes earlier she had been pounding that. She had a clear view of Sweetie Belle’s little tight asshole. Her bright pink pussy was just beneath that, and below she could see Sweetie Belle’s cock driving into Applebloom’s pussy. Applebloom’s little asshole was right at the edge of the chair cushion. Scootaloo could feel an orgasm developing deep inside of her. She pulled out her fingers and let go of her dick. She wasn’t ready, not yet.

Scootaloo stood up. She walked behind her two friends fucking on the chair. She looked down at them. She wondered if she could still do it. Fuck Sweetie Belle, even while Sweetie Belle was fucking Applebloom. She couldn’t think of a good reason why not. She grabbed a hold of her erection but Applebloom put an end to her plan before she could start.

Applebloom put her hand in the center of Sweetie Belle’s back and asked her to stop. Sweetie Belle got up, and then Applebloom followed her. She had Sweetie Belle sit down in the chair and lean back. Applebloom got up on the chair on her knees and straddled Sweetie Belle. She reached down and grabbed Sweetie Belle’s erection, and then she see settled down onto it. She set to riding it straight away. Applebloom rode Sweetie Belle as expertly as she rode her horses back home on the farm. Her hips worked perfect, sliding her pussy all the way up to the head, and then back down again.

Scootaloo watched the whole thing. Applebloom’s tight asshole hypnotized her as it moved up and down. Scootoaloo had a new, better idea. She moved forward, placing her hands on Applebloom’s freckled butt cheeks. Applebloom stopped in surprise. Scootaloo pressed her dick head up to Applebloom’s asshole. Applebloom almost asked what she was doing, but she bit her lip instead, figuring it out for herself. Scootaloo pushed, but it didn’t go in. She pushed again, and this time it almost bent, painfully. She got a better grip, with her thumb supporting the head, and pushed one more time. This time the head squeezed in her anus. Applebloom squealed. Scootaloo wasn’t sure what to do, so she ignored it. She let go with her hand, and her dick head just stayed their in Applebloom’s ass, as if stuck. She grabbed a hold of Applebloom’s waist and pushed. The head slipped in all the way, she could feel it pushing through to the other side of her sphincter. She pushed again, and the shaft was shoved in all the way to its base.

Applebloom couldn’t wait any more. She felt filled up. She started working her hips again. Sweetie Belle’s cock was easy. It was sopping wet and very slick. It slid in and out of her like a hot knife through butter. Scootaloo’s dick was the opposite. It was dry. It was pushed and pulled with her ass as Applebloom worked her hips. It hurt. It stung. But the pain was wonderful, and it soon faded. Scootaloo’s dick started to slide in and out properly. Applebloom pressed her weight down on Sweetie Belle and let Scootaloo take over. Scootaloo took control with glee. She hammered herself into Applebloom’s ass. Appleboom’s body shook on top of Sweetie Belle.

Applebloom started feeling something well up deep inside of her. She started to scream, but she didn’t even notice it. She squeezed her ass around Scootaloo’s dick as it was sliding in and out, sometimes gribbing it, sometimes squeezing it out. The feeling came over her. It flooded her senses. She opened her mouth to scream again, but nothing came out of her throat. Applebloom came. Her whole body shook. Sweetie Belle’s penis was suddenly far more slick than it had been a second before. Applebloom’s toes curled, unseen. It was everything she had been trying for, and more.

Scootaloo wasn’t far behind her. She felt a feeling coming on, different then that one from that day with Spike. She felt something moving inside of her. She felt it coming out. “It’s coming!” she shouted, “it’s coming!” She pulled it out of Applebloom to watch it come, whatever it was. A white blob spurted out of her dick, and landed on the small of Applebloom’s back. It was just about the most amazing thing she had ever seen, or felt. More spurted out onto Applebloom, this time falling on her ass. Scootaloo grabbed herself and started jerking it. More cum flew, landing all over Applebloom’s back in big pearly splotches and little gooey drops. It felt wonderful. It wasn’t just a physical or sexual satisfaction, but psychological. It felt as if she was somehow marking Applebloom as her own. It was powerful. She owed Spike an apology.

Applebloom tried to look back in curiosity, but she didn’t really care. With Scootaloo out of the picture, she was back in control. She sat up on Sweetie Belle to fuck her harder. She felt the cum dripping down her back, cooling in the air. It almost all worked its way down to her ass before Sweetie Belle started to come. Apple bloom had her hands pressed down on Sweetie Belle’s nipples when she when she came. Her eyes opened wide; her mouth opened wide. She didn’t say anything, but just stared up at the ceiling as she exploded into Applebloom. It felt warm as she felt it slide down the walls of Applebloom’s pussy and down her shaft. It oozed out into her own pussy. She melted into the chair.

Sometime later, she wasn’t exactly sure when, Applebloom got up. Sweetie Belle had already fallen out of her. She wiped herself off on one of the shifting silk sheets. Then she put her clothes back on. Her hands were shaking from over-excitement, and she had trouble fastening her overralls. Scootaloo helped her; she had already gotten dressed herself. Then they got Sweetie Belle up off the chair and she slipped her dress back on. Her hair was a terrible mess.

They looked at each other and barely said a word. They had come here to Canterlot to sneak into the gala and have the night of their lives. They had never expected their night to turn out like this. It had been better than they ever imagined. Then they realized their night was just getting started.

“The gala!” Sweetie Belle said.

“Let’s go!” Applebloom said.

“It’s gonna be awesome!” Scootaloo said.

They all rushed to leave the room and head back outside to the party. Scootaloo stopped in her tracks. She turned to the shelves, and pulled off that potion. She uncorked it, then up-ended it and started taking large swigs.

“Scootaloo!” Sweetie Belle warned her. “Stop! The label says they don’t know what will happen if you drink the whole thing. It could be permanent.”

Scootaloo stopped drinking. She looked at the half empty bottle, then up at Sweetie Belle. “I know,” she said. There were things in her life she couldn’t even tell her best friends. She put the bottle back to her lips and drank the rest of it. She put it back on the shelf. Sweetie Belle didn’t understand and she didn’t have anything to say.

They both ran from the room, giggling down the corridor.

Luna fell backwards into her pile of pillows. She was covered in sweat and could barely catch her breath. She lifted up her little glass ball, and then levitated it up to the little stand set into the wall. It was getting late. She would have to get ready soon. She would need to bathe. And then get dressed. And then make her appearance.

But she had a few minutes left. So she relaxed and enjoyed the afterglow.

Another humanized story. Big Mac and Applebloom. Again, fair warning.

“Get your feet off the table,” Apple Bloom scolded.

Big Macintosh opened one eye at her, took his feet off of the coffee table, shifted them over to armrest on the opposite side of the couch, then laid down comfortably. “Ahh,” he grinned, “that’s much better.”

“Are you serious?” she asked.

“Do ah look serious?”

“You look like a lazy bum.”

“Well, it is Sunday after all.”

“And you’re just going to lay there all day?”

“Pigs are slopped,” he said. “Cows are milked and out to pasture. Maybe I will, maybe I will.”

“Oh, yeah? Well, maybe I’ll do something about it,” she threatened.

“Like what?” he asked.

“Maybe I’ll tell Granny Smith that you had your feet on the coffee table.”

Big Macintosh smirked. “Oh yeah? Well then maybe I’ll tell granny how you took two bucks out her purse when you thought no one was looking.”

Apple Bloom’s jaw dropped open. Big Mac placed his big muscular arms behind his head and winked at her. “Oh yeah,” she said, “well, I’ll tell Applejack you’ve been peeing in the bathroom sink because you’re too lazy to lift up the seat after all them times she scolded you about it.”

Big Mac’s eyebrows raised, a serious challenge. “You do that, I’ll tell Applejack about those naughty pictures you’ve been doodling in your notebook.”

“That’s for art class!”

“The one you keep under your mattress?” Check, Big Macintosh thought to himself.

Apple Bloom turned beet red and gasped out loud. “You wouldn’t dare! That’s private!” Big Mac’s big barrel chest shook as he chuckled. “If you do that, I’ll... I’ll... I’ll tell on what I saw you and Applejack doing behind the cider house on Friday!”

The smile fell from Big Mac’s face. His strong abs flexed and he sat straight up on the couch. “You saw what?” he shouted.

Apple Bloom’s eyes bulged. She had just crossed a line she knew she should never have crossed. “Nothing,” she blurted out, then turned to walk away.

“Hey!” Big Macintosh bellowed after her. The whole house seemed to shake. She stopped in her tracks and turned around. There was a pained expression on her face. “Sit down!” he commanded her, pointing to the recliner.

Apple Bloom walked meekly back into the living room and sat down as instructed. She didn’t say anything else, nor did she want to. Big Macintosh didn’t say anything either, although he was trying to. His jaw was working up and down, but nothing was coming out. Unable to speak, he stood up and started to pace back and forth behind the couch.

Apple Bloom felt like crying. This was all her fault. Everything was ruined now. Big Macintosh never raised his voice at her. She could tell how angry he was. The veins were popping out on his arms. Even on his neck.

Finally, he sat down on the edge of the couch and leaned over to speak to her.

“You love your Granny Smith, don’t you?”

“What?” she asked, hurt. “Of course I do!”

“And you love Applejack, right?”

“Yes!”

“An’ even me?”

“Of course I do. I love my family How could you even ask such a thing?”

“Well then you wouldn’t want to lose them, would you?”

“What?”

“Granny Smith. You don’t want her to end up in an old folks home, do you?”

“No,” she squeaked.

“Well that’s what’s going to happen. You know how fast we would lose this farm if you told? We can barely keep our heads above water as it is. Granny couldn’t do it on her own. The bank would come and take the house away, and she’d have to rot in some awful retirement center.”

“But I don’t want that!”

“And you. They’d take you away. Put you in some foster home in some big city and we’d never see you again.”

“No!”

“I’d probably be in prison or something. Don’t know what would happen to AJ.”

“I won’t tell anybody! I promise.”

“Don’t you understand, Apple Bloom? You can’t tell nobody. Not even joking about it like you just did. You can’t tell your friends. You can’t write it down in your diary. Not a single word ever or we lose everything.”

“Not a single word. Ever. I promise. I’m awful sorry, Big Macintosh. Really I am. I won’t ever do anything like that again. Promise.”

Big Macintosh let out a big, long, loud breath through his mouth. He had both hands placed on either side of his forehead, his elbows on his knees, just like Applejack when she would get mad.

Then he leaned way back into the couch and rubbed his brow. When he spoke, it wasn’t as if the anger had just left him, he sounded as if he was heart broken. “It’s... it’s not easy.”

“What isn’t?” Apple Bloom whispered.

“Since Ma and Pa died,” he said. His voice cracked. That hurt Apple Bloom more than the shouting. “It’s just ... it’s just so much work. Granny tried to keep everything together when you was just a baby. But she’s grown so old and frail now. Sometimes she forgets things. A lot of things. There’s no way she can run the farm by herself. Not even the paperwork. Not any more.

“So it’s all been up to me and AJ. We weren’t even grown, not properly, when we had to take charge of the place. I couldn’t finish school. Nearly every hour of every day, sun up to sun down, the both of us are working ourselves to the bone. It’s month to month, you know? Seems like every single month we just barely scrape by enough to pay the mortgage. If something bad happened? Like if we have a bad crop one year? I don’t even know what we’d do then.

“That’s a lot of responsibility to put on a couple kids like us so young. And it’s never going to change either. We was born on the farm. We live on the farm. We’re going to grow old and die on this very same farm, at least if we have anything to say about it.

“We’ve taken care of the farm. We’ve taken care of the house. We’ve looked after Granny. We’ve been raising you up and sending you to school. It’s like ... it’s like we’re already husband and wife, me and AJ. We didn’t ask for it. Neither of us will ever leave the farm because it can’t exist without the both of us . Society ... the law ... whatever... They might say what AJ and I do is wrong. Maybe they have a point. But maybe ... but maybe there’s worse things. It’s not like we’re hurting anybody else, you know? Our life isn’t nothing but struggle, so I don’t see why it’s so wrong if we take comfort with each other.” Big Mac exhaled and his body seemed to go limp. “She’s all I got in this world.”

He collapsed back to lie down on the couch. He felt much different than he had a few minutes ago, when Apple Bloom had been teasing him. Apple Bloom got up off her chair and walked over. She was standing over him now.

Big Mac looked up at her. Then he held his arms out wide. Apple Bloom fell down on top of him and hugged him. “I ain’t ever thought about it like that before,” she said. “I guess it kind of makes sense.”

“Mmmhmm,” Big Mac sighed. It’d been awhile since Apple Bloom hugged him like this. She used to do it all the time when she was littler. He’d lay back on the couch, then she’d crawl up on his chest and nap there, sometimes for hours.

“You two do go awful good together,” Apple Bloom said. “It’s almost sorta romantic.”

“Pff,” Big Mac said. “Maybe if it weren’t weird.”

“Weird?” Apple Bloom sat up him, straddling his waist. “It’s only natural.”

Big Macintosh blinked rapidly, lost in thought. He was hearing, out loud for the first time, many of the things he himself had only thought in his head.

“She ain’t all you got though,” Apple Bloom said.

“Hmm?”

“You said that Applejack is the only thing you got in this world. Well, that ain’t true. You got me too. If you think I ain’t growing old with the both of you, then you got another thing coming, mister.”

“Ha! No. You’re gonna grow up some day. Get an education. Be a rich doctor or something. Leave the farm. Get married. Start your own family...”

“The hell I am!”

“Apple Bloom!”

“Sorry for cussin’, but I sure as shoot ain’t never gonna leave this farm. You’re stuck with me.”

“Huh. Well ... I guess I can’t make you leave.”

“That’s right. I love it here, just like you and Applejack. And I love you, big brother. Just like you was askin’ earlier.” Apple Bloom slowly started shifting her hips back and forth.

Big Mac shut his eyes and smiled. He didn’t notice what Apple Bloom was doing at first. He thought that maybe she was just shifting her weight around, trying to get comfortable. Then his eyes flashed open and he raised his head up. She wasn’t just getting comfortable. She was grinding on him. As if she could feel his manhood through her overalls and his shorts.

“Apple Bloom! What are you doin’?” he cried out.

“Just loving you, big brother,” she said. “Same as sis.”

“What? No. It ain’t right.”

“You just said it was right with Applejack.”

“Huh? No. But. You’re too young.”

“Everybody says I’m too young for this and too young for that. Applejack was my age when you two started messing around.”

“It’s different because now I’m.... What? She told you? You already knew? For how long?”

“Pffff. Like, forever. Duh. Of course she told me. She’s my sister. We tell each other everything.”

“She never told me she told you.”

“Course not, you big dummy. Sisters don’t tell brothers everything.” Apple Bloom hadn’t stopped dry humping his body. If anything, she had gotten more vigorous. Big Macintosh could have forced her to stop with ease, but he didn’t. To his own embarrassment, his own hips seemed to start to twitch. He felt himself getting aroused, and he didn’t know how to feel about that. “I wanna be just like Applejack when I get big. Sometimes, after she tells me about the things she does with you, I lie in my bed at night and touch my private parts while pretending I’m her. She tells me about all the things you like, big brother. She says that when I’m big, the both of us can share you. I’d like that. Living on the farm forever, sharing you.”

“She ... said that to you?” If there was any part of Big Mac’s brain that was still second-guessing, his body wasn’t. Within seconds he was fully, almost achingly, erect. There was no doubt now that Apple Bloom could feel it. She was riding on it like was some kind of rail. She let him know it too, by flashing him a crooked smile.

“What time are Granny Smith and Applejack getting back from town?” she asked.

“Not for a couple more hours.”

“Is that going to be enough time?” she asked.

“Enough time for what?”

Instead of telling him, she started to show him. Still riding on top of him, she lifted her left hand up to undo a fastener on her overalls. She let it drop and hang there awhile. It swayed back and forth from her motion. A little while later she undid the other fastener, and pulled her coveralls down to her waist.

She was wearing her yellow shirt. It was her favorite shirt. She wore it every chance she could. It was covered in old stains and full of little holes from climbing trees and general rough-housing. It was getting too small for her now. Her belly button was exposed. Big Mac couldn’t stop staring at her belly button. It seemed to undulate and dance as she humped. Then he saw her hands again, coming into view. She was grabbing at the bottom of her shirt. He watched, almost like it was in slow motion, as she pulled it off her body. Her whole belly was exposed. Then her boyish flat chest. Her smooth hairless armpits and long skinny arms were exposed as she lifted the shirt up off her head. Her face popped out from below the collar and for a moment her hair was pulled back as if she had decided to wear it up. Then the shirt was gone, tossed over to the other side of the room. Big Macintosh had seen her running around without a shirt a million times before, but he had never thought of her like this.

Apple Bloom reached down again. She grabbed Big Macintosh’s hands, his big, broad, powerful hands. She lifted them up and placed them against her flat chest. He could feel her little heart pounding inside. He could feel her ribs expand and contract as she breathed. He could hardly feel her soft nipples at all through his callused skin. She shifted his hands back until they were under her arms, then she leaned forward, partially stood up, and had him lift her up a little.

Big Macintosh looked down. She was pulling her overalls down around her ankles. She was wearing little white cotton panties. Some lace frill around the edges. He looked back up into her face. They were staring into each others’ eyes while she pulled down her panties and he set her back down. His eyes slowly worked their way down her body. She was one smooth, flawless, pale surface, all the way down from her neck down to where the cleft of her budding womanhood was hidden behind the folds of his shorts.

She started to play with the drawstring. Her tiny fingertips slowly undid the knot. She was grinding herself lower and lower, to the base of his shaft, and lower still. It allowed enough room to pull his shorts down. For just a brief second, he caught a glimpse of her virgin pussy before it was lost again behind the bulge in his boxers.

She reached down and touched it with the palm of her hand. She ran her hand up it. It was longer than several lengths of her own hand. Just the tip of his head was sticking out the waistband of his boxers. She touched it with her fingertips. They came back wet with pre-cum. She giggled.

Apple Bloom pulled his boxers down, first down to the base of his shaft. Her eyes bulged and she drew in a sharp breath. Then she pulled it all the way past his balls. Applejack had described it to her before, but she hadn’t quite expected it to be this big. She wrapped the fingers of both hands around it. She hefted it up, feeling it’s weight. Apple Bloom hadn’t expected it to be so hard either. It seemed stronger than any muscle in his body, and Big Mac’s body was full of hard, strong muscles.

She laid it back down on him again. Then she shifted her hips back up and started to grind on the shaft again, this time skin against skin. Big Macintosh groaned in pleasure. Applejack really did tell her what kind of things he liked. When he looked down, he finally got a good look at her little pussy. Her delicate lips were spreading over the side of his shaft as she humped it. His cock was getting real wet and slippery. He had forgotten how wet a girl of her age could get. She was playing with his head with her fingers, just the way he liked. He wondered just how much AJ had told her.

Apple Bloom placed her hands underneath his red t-shirt and ran them up his abs and pecs. He pulled his shirt the rest of the way off. She laid her body down on his. She ran her hands and her cheeks all along his muscles. He could feel her body still stroking back and forth against his cock, from her wet pussy all the way up to her navel. She slid forward and kissed him on the lips. Big Mac only half-heartedly kissed back. He still felt unsure, and left Apple Bloom to do everything.

Apple Bloom arched her back and stuck her butt way up in the air. She reached under her body and grabbed him by his dick again, then brought up against her pussy. She fumbled with it for a second until it was in just the right spot. Then she tried to press herself down onto it. Big Mac could feel her tight, wet lips around the tip of his dick head. She didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. Big Mac saw her wincing.

“You don’t have to,” he reminded her. “If it hurts.”

“Hurts?” Apple Bloom paused to ask. “Who do you think I am? Ah’m a farm girl. Ah’m as tough as nails.”

As if to prove herself, she forced herself back down on it. Her face scrunched up into a tight little look of pain and concentration. She grunted as she strained at it. “I want it inside of me, big brother,” she groaned. “Ah want it right now.” Quick as a flash, her face changed. It relaxed and her jaw dropped open wide.

Now it was Big Macintosh’s turn to gasp. He could feel her. Every little millimeter he could feel as she slid and squeezed her way down his massive, rock-hard cock. She was as warm and soft and wet as his beloved Applejack ever was, but she was so much tighter.

She worked her way down slowly, determined to take the whole thing. She wasn’t about to give up. Apple Bloom could feel it deep inside but there was still more of it to take. She wanted every inch of it. This was her brother after all, and she loved him very much.

Finally she was done. She couldn’t take any more; there wasn’t any left. His whole manhood was inside of her. She collapsed on top of him, catching her breath and collecting her wits. Big Mac gently stroked his hands down the supple skin on her back, then down to her butt. He rubbed his hands over it. He could feel his big balls pressing up against the cheeks of her ass. He started to fondle each cheek. There was very little flesh, far less than her sister’s, but what was there was incredibly soft and tender.

He was still grabbing her ass when she started to work his dick. She moved back and forth at first, very slowly. Her pleasure was still edged with pain. Gradually, as she began to go faster, she started leaning back upwards. First with her bony elbows on his belly, then her palms, then sitting up straight.

Now she was bounding up and down on him. Her knees were doing all the work, and since she weighed very little it wasn’t that hard. She was watching his face and it made her happier. He had a big dopey smile. His hands slid off her ass and she grabbed them, holding herself up with them. Her fingers were wrapped around his thumbs.

Her bouncing motion slowed down and stopped. Now she was grinding her hips again, but hard, and with him rolling around inside of her. AJ showed her how to do this too. When she saw AJ rocking her hips, she thought it looked kind of like dancing. But this was way better than any dancing. She started feeling real good inside. She wondered, again, how good he was feeling.

“Are you going to shoot that white stuff yet?” she asked.

“Am I gonna cum?”

“Yeah, that.”

“Not yet,” he moaned.

“Wanna try another position? I kinda wanna.”

“Which one?”

“AJ says her favorite is when you do it like doggies.”

“Doggy style?” Big Mac asked. In for a penny, in for a pound. “Sure, alright,” he said, sitting up. Apple Bloom fell over backwards. Her ankles were still tangled in her overralls. He tore them off of her and tossed them aside. Now she was lying naked underneath him. Her legs were spread apart; so were the little pink lips of her pussy. He thought about sticking it in and taking her like this. He hesitated just long enough to pick her up and turn her over the way she wanted.

He grabbed his dick in one hand, one of her ass cheeks with his other hand, squeezed her cheek with his thumb so that it was well out of the way, then he stuck himself back inside of her. Then he really fucked her. It was an old couch that they fucked on. It had very large and very soft cushions His knees and hers were sinking into it, making the whole thing awkward. He ended up bending over her body. He placed one elbow on the armrest, the other arm was wrapped around her torso for leverage. She was completely hidden beneath him, when he looked down all he saw was the floor at the end of the couch.

He was hammering his hips now, and she seemed to be taking it just fine. She was grunting and squeaking with each thrust, but they sounded like pleasure not pain. She still felt so silky smooth and tight. He couldn’t remember AJ ever being like this. He couldn’t think of any time that he had fucked a more perfect pussy.

He started to cum. Big Mac stood straight up on his knees now and put both hands around her big red bow. Her ass slapped as he thrusted himself into her a few more times, then shot his load.

Big Mac pulled himself out of her, then fell back onto the couch, the same way he had been lying originally. He looked down. Apple Bloom was still bent over in front of him, her ass still up in the air. Her butt kind of looked like a valentine’s heart. Her usually pale cheeks were now red and rosy where his hips had been striking her. They were as blushed as the cheeks on her face sometimes got. Her little pink pussy between her cheeks was a perfect cream pie; she was still dripping his cum down onto the cushions.

Apple Bloom stood up on her knees, turned around, and lost her balance. She fell face first back into Big Mac’s crotch. She giggled, and grabbed his dick again. She studied it for awhile, the veins, the wrinkles, the head. She popped the head into her mouth and sucked on it a bit. It was something she had wanted to do before hand, but she had gotten excited and skipped it.

The last bits of cum were still dribbling out of his dick. She tasted it, then swallowed, as AJ said she did. Big Mac watched the reactions on her face. He wasn’t sure if she liked it or if she didn’t. Time would tell.

“That was fun,” Apple Bloom said.

“It gets better,” Big Mac said.

“Does it?” she asked. “When? Granny and Applejack still won’t be back for awhile. Can we do it again? Right now?”

“Listen,” he said, ignoring that question for the time being. “Like we was talking about earlier, it’s very important that you don’t tell anyone about this. Understand?”

“Course I understand,” she said. “I won’t tell a living soul.”

“Thank goodness,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief. He rested his head back and closed his eyes.

“Except for Applejack, of course,” she added. He opened one eye and stared at her. “Don’t give me that look. She’s my sister. We tell each other everything.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?” he asked.

“Eyup,” she nodded her head. “Of course it’s a good idea. As a matter of fact, she’s got all sorts a crazy ideas for things the three of us could do together all at the same time!”