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After a thorough shower, Twilight Sparkle sat at her desk with a parchment and quill. She had to be careful in every single detail, every single word. The enchantment, as it turns out, was the simple part. A quick check of her calculations found no errors. No, the dream was Fluttershy’s, and Twilight had to chronicle it down to the most minute detail. Her cheeks flared up as the words flowed from her quill to the page, the magic holding her quill proving difficult to maintain as her thoughts drifted to Fluttershy’s dream.

Staring at the notes she took, she couldn’t help but notice her sharp appraisal of Fluttershy. She shook her head slightly at herself. “Maybe I’m being too harsh on her,” she said to no one in particular, sighing as she looked at the words on the page. “She’s the nicest pony I know, it’s not like she’s some kind of nymph-”

Luna continued to pound Fluttershy’s throat relentlessly, pulling almost completely out of her mouth only to drive back in with equal force, rocking the pegasus’ body and causing the bed to creak loudly. Sloppy, wet noises filled the air as Fluttershy eagerly sucked and slurped on the aggressively thrusting cock, drool running up her face and into her eyes, forcing her to occasionally wipe her face. Other than that, though, she was still, only her lewd sucking and the gushing of her trembling, horny pussy differentiating her from a doll.

Twilight Sparkle shook her head vigorously, trying to push the thought out of her head. “Okay,” she admitted. “I’m not being too harsh after all. Nymphomaniac it is. Or perhaps she just wants to be a nymphomaniac, I dunno.” Vigorously brushing aside her value judgments, Twilight spent the better part of the day detailing Fluttershy’s dream, making sure that she was completely accurate and left nothing unwritten. It just wouldn’t do to have errors, after all.

By the time she was done, the sky was a soft orange as the sun began to set. She felt her stomach grumble violently. Damn, she chided herself inwardly, I totally forgot to eat!

Slipping her notes into a chest and locking it securely with her magic, she made her way to the library proper, slipping the dream-seeing amulet back around her neck. Spike greeted her with an exasperated huff and a claw on his shoulder.

“What’s up with you, Twilight!?” he exclaimed. “You’ve been cooped up all day in that room! Did something happen with Fluttershy last night?”

“Eheh, oh nothing!” Twilight put on her best poker face. “Nothing happened at all!”

If it was possible to lose and win at poker at the same time, Twilight would have at this moment. “Something wrong with the dream amulet?” Spike probed, narrowing his gaze upon the gold-and-amethyst trinket.

“Well, not wrong, but...” Twilight thought for a moment, wondering how she was going to get out of this without explaining what she experienced. Her eyes lit up as an idea hit her full-force. Ow! She thought. She hated it when ideas smacked her like that. “I just need to gather more data! That’ll do it!”

Spike simply shook his head. “Well, why not try it with me?”

“Sorry,” Twilight replied, pursing her lips into a soft frown. “It only works on ponies.” Honestly, she might have been better off had it been effective cross-species, as Spike shouldn’t have anything near as... Developed an imagination as her grown-up friends.

Suddenly, she imagined Rarity and Spike for a moment. Together.

Perhaps being pony-only was good after all, if only because it preserved her sanity. “Anyway,” Twilight resumed, trying to get the thought of dragon-on-unicorn action out of her already-flustered head, “I’m gonna head out to Sweet Apple Acres. Free food, more data, can’t be beat! You know where the gems are! Don’t break anything!” She trotted a bit more gingerly than she’d have liked toward the front door, giving Spike a farewell wave before leaving.

As the door shut, Spike tilted his head diagonally, blinking a few times as he tried to digest what he’d just experienced. “She wasn’t this weird back in Canterlot,” he sighed in frustration.

Applejack wiped the sweat from her brow as she put the last basket of apples on the wagon. Another hard day of apple bucking was done, and she was all the happier for it. Satisfied that the baskets were secure, she trotted over to the front of the wagon, where Big Macintosh was strapping his collar onto the harness, checking everything carefully.

“You ready to go, Big Mac?” Applejack chirped at her brother.

“Eeyup,” he confirmed with a confident grin. The grin faded, however, as he looked up and saw the sun setting. “I ain’t sure ‘bout headin’ out this late, though.”

“Can’t be helped.” Applejack shrugged and patted her brother on the side. “We’re behind schedule enough as it is, what with Applebloom and her friends damn near wreckin’ the barn.” She gritted her teeth and cursed under her breath. When the three of them came by yesterday, full of Cutie Mark Crusader bravado, Applejack should have known better than to let them help round the barn! Those three are fixin’ to kill themselves, actin’ all crazy like that! Applejack screamed inwardly. And now the damned crop duster’s shot to the Everfree!

Seeing his sister fuming, Big Macintosh cleared his throat. “Now c’mon AJ,” he chided. “You know ain’t no use dwellin’ on the past.” He gestured at the huge load on the wagon. “’Sides, with this here haul, we gonna make enough bits to buy ourselves three o’ four more crop dusters! Maybe get one wit’ filly-proof locks.”

That line made Applejack giggle and smile beside herself. If any pony knew how to lift her spirits up, it was her big brother. “Maybe we should just filly-proof the whole orchard?” she offered, suppressing another chuckle.

Now Big Mac was laughing as well. “Heck, I dunno how to do that, short o’ just puttin’ a fireproof dome up.”

Applejack raised an eyebrow at that. “Over the orchard?”

“Naw.” Big Mac shook his head. “Over the fillies.”

The two of them laughed for a moment at that. Sticking those three girls in a locked dome until they reached mare-hood was sounding mighty appealing right about now. Eventually, Applejack smacked her brother on the flank with a hind hoof, still smiling ear to ear. “Oh, get goin’, ya big oaf!” Her casual, friendly tone made it clear that she only meant that in the kindest way possible. “It’s a long while o’ hard gallopin’ to get to Appleloosa, y’all ain’t got all night!”

With a nod, Big Mac leaned over and kissed Applejack on the forehead. “You watch over them trees, now. I don’t wanna come back and find that the Crusaders done burned them all!”

“Oh, don’t you worry none ‘bout that!” Applejack assured him, adjusting her stetson hat and winking at her brother. “Now get goin’! We got crop dusters to buy!”

Returning the wink, Big Mac reared up and was on his way, trotting as fast as he could without disturbing the apples too much. How he managed to do measure his strength so perfectly, Applejack would never know. As one pony left, however, another could be seen in the distance trotting towards the orchard. Applejack squinted her eyes, trying to make out just who was visiting her now. To her surprise, it was Twilight Sparkle!

Hold up, Applejack thought, noticing the amulet around Twilight’s neck. Twilight don’t normally abide by fancy jewelry. What’s she got that for? Twilight looked absolutely exhausted by the time she ran up to Applejack, and any pony within two hoofball fields’ distance could hear the unicorn’s stomach growling. Applejack shook her head and gave her friend a weak smile.

“H-hey there, Applejack.” Twilight was gasping between words, and she was drooling slightly from the prolonged hunger.

“Lemmie guess,” Applejack deadpanned. “You forgot to eat today, right?”

“Eheh.” Twilight grinned sheepishly, trying not to scratch the back of her head. “Yeah. Very important research.”

Applejack sighed and shook her head, chuckling softly under her breath. “C’mon sugar cube, let’s get some food in ya, you can tell me all ‘bout it.”

The two mares spent the hour eating at a wooden table. Apple dumplings, fritters, pies, strudel, Twilight ate it all quite gleefully, an entire day of note-taking on an empty stomach clearly having taken its toll. Much of the hour had been spent with Twilight explaining the enchantment she was testing out, and nearly all of the explanation went right over Applejack’s head. As a regular earth pony, she never really thought about all that magic stuff, which is probably just as well, as there were way too many big, fancy words coming out of Twilight’s mouth for Applejack to follow.

Her head throbbing, Applejack lifted a fore-hoof while taking a bite of her dumpling. “Whoa there, girl,” she said sternly, cutting Twilight off before the learned pony could go off into another tangent. “Let’s just get to the point, how ‘bout that?”

Twilight giggled nervously, realizing that she’d just talked a friend’s ear off for the second night in a row. “Sorry about that,” she murmured. She was really going to have to work on making her explanations more concise. “Point is, I can look into other ponies’ dreams with this!” She tapped her amulet and smiled proudly. “I’ve already tried it on Fluttershy, and it worked flawlessly! I just wanna take a few more samples to make sure it works.”

Applejack nodded. “Well, I can appreciate ya bein’ thorough, Twilight.” Her smile faltered slightly as realization hit her. “Why do I get the feeling you’re about to ask me to..?”

“Please?” Twilight’s lavender eyes went all sparkly as she leaned over the table, gazing intently into her friend’s green eyes. “I promise it won’t hurt!”

Applejack sighed softly. She knew in her heart that Twilight never wanted to hurt her. She also knew how weird Twilight could get when things don’t go well. “You sure this is safe?” Promise or not, she was still a bit skeptical.

“Hey, nothing bad happened to Fluttershy, right?” Twilight offered, the right side of her smile twitching ever so slightly.

Back in her house, Fluttershy lay on her bed, her fore hooves between her hind legs as she desperately massaged her aching cunt. She’d been embarrassed the whole day since Twilight told her that the dream amulet worked. It hadn’t helped that the whole day, she was dripping love honey between her legs, eliciting scandalized looks from other ponies, and even her animal friends. Her cheeks were bright red with shame most of the day, and her pussy had responded in kind – she was desperate for release! After a while, she realized that her hooves just weren’t going to work tonight. It was at that point that an annoyed Angel popped in, the little white bunny glaring at her. He was clearly tired of his caretaker masturbating wildly every single night when he was trying to sleep. The two of them had been under the same roof for years, and Fluttershy was normally so considerate. He was going to have to help her find a way to deal with her problem that didn’t wake him up!

“A-Angel?” Fluttershy’s voice was soft and timid, but undeniably lusty. “C-Could you, um, get Mr. Grizzles? I, uh, need help.”

Angel let out a flustered sigh and nodded in defeat before turning around to fetch the grizzly bear. Well, he thought to himself ruefully, there goes any chance of sleeping tonight.

Twilight sighed happily as she sunk into the nice, soft bed Applejack offered her. It was simple, just a soft down bed without any fancy bedposts. Indeed, the room she and Applejack were in was lacking in any decoration whatsoever. It was humble and practical, much like the pony who slept in it.

“Now you be careful there,” Applejack sternly told Twilight. “That’s Big Mac’s bed. Last thing I need is him complainin’ about it gettin’ all punctured and the like.”

Twilight rolled her eyes and grinned softly. “Don’t worry,” Twilight assured her, “I told you when I levitated the bed over here that nothing would happen.” She couldn’t help but roll her eyes. Why did every other non-unicorn think she was some kind of klutz that just carelessly stuck her horn into things? “Anyway, just sleep like normal, and the amulet should do the rest. You won’t even know I’m in there.”

“If you say so, sugar cube,” Applejack replied softly. “As long as I don’t turn into a slug or something, it’s all good.”

Again, Twilight rolled her eyes. So she had one accident – one – and now every pony thinks she’s some mad scientist? Whatever, Twilight mused inwardly. The important thing is she’s letting you use the amulet on her. With that, the two ponies closed their eyes, relaxing and letting their super-soft beds carry them to sleep. Again, Twilight had one thought before she lost consciousness. Can’t be any crazier than Fluttershy’s dream.

Applejack sighed and wiped the sweat from her brow. Another hard day at the farm was done and done. The fields were always a pain in the rear, especially in the middle of summer. It didn’t help that this summer was abnormally hot. By Celestia! Applejack mused angrily as she gazed up at the cloudless sky. What in tarnation are those damned weather ponies up to?! We haven’t had a rain shower in weeks, and the lack of breeze ain’t helping either.

Still agitated at the heat, Applejack trotted lightly, not feeling like breaking out into a full run but desperate to get out some relief from the scorching heat. She was happy to slip into the house. A nice, long shower was on her mind, and nothing was going to get in her way.

She didn’t pay attention to the “knock first” sign on the bathroom door, so worked up as to forget simple courtesy. Walking into the bathroom, she noticed Big Macintosh already halfway in the tub, his collar next to the sink, his left fore-hoof just about to turn the water on. “Aw come on, Big Mac!” she pleaded, looking at her deeply-tanned sides in the mirror. “I really need to cool down!”

“Nope.” Big Macintosh shrugged. He’d spent the whole day in the same heat, pushing carriages full of apples to market, working the plow, and still bucked his share of apple trees. He could feel his skin starting to peel underneath his coat. “I’m ‘bout to shrivel up here if I don’t do something about this. Doctor’s already on my plot ‘bout heat exhaustion.”

Right now, it was Applejack who was exhausted. “I swear, you’re gettin’ as bad as Rarity!” she shot angrily at her brother. “I ain’t leavin’ till I get my shower!” The two of them stared for a moment at one another, neither seeming to budge. Then, Applejack saw her brother’s eyes light up.

“Well, we seem to be at an impasse here, sis,” he growled, his voice low and husky as his eyes started to linger on his sister’s flank. “I’m thinkin’ there’s only one way outta this that makes us both right happy.”

Applejack licked her lips and locked the door, setting her stetson hat on the doorknob. “Oh?” she purred playfully. She knew what it meant when her brother leered at her like that. Still, she had to play along; it wasn’t as fun if she didn’t at least act ignorant for a bit. “What do you have in mind, big bro?”

Big Mac’s grin widened as he licked his lips in kind. “Well, we just need to take a shower together, now don’t we?”

Right now, both Apples were grateful that the tub was as wide and long as it was. Both ponies liked wide, open spaces. Gave plenty of room to play around in, and as Applejack walked into the tub, they both knew there was going to be lots of ‘playing’.

Since ice cold water tended to have adverse effects on important parts of his anatomy, Big Mac slid the temperature up a bit before turning on the water. After a split-second of freezing cold spray which made both ponies gasp, the water began to warm up, just enough to wash the two hot, sweaty lovers in a soft, comforting warmth, complimenting the heat building up in their cores. Once the two were nice and comfortable, their lips met in a rough, passionate kiss, tongues dueling as they whimpered and moaned in delight. Soon, Big Mac’s strong, rough fore-hooves were caressing every corner of her lithe, toned body.

“Well now,” Big Mac drawled. “This here sure does beat fightin’, don’t it?”

“Mmm-hmm.” With her body trembling underneath her brother’s skilled hooves, Applejack couldn’t argue the point.

Big Mac’s hooves, made powerful from years of working heavy plows and lifting damn near anything the farm had to have lifted, were surprisingly gentle as they massaged Applejack’s chest and stomach, making her giggle a few times as he massaged the small teats hidden under her coat. Whimpering as his hooves drifted to her sides, Applejack let out a moan and shuddered.

“D-damn, Mac!” Applejack stammered between gasps, “how the hay do you not have mares all over you!?”

“I do,” her brother replied, leaning in and kissing Applejack’s neck. “They can try all they like, though it don’t matter none. I only got eyes for you.”

Applejack couldn’t help but blush at that remark. She knew what they were doing wasn’t right, and she knew that he knew it too, but damn if it didn’t feel amazing! Feeling his hooves rubbing her flank, Applejack let out a high-pitched wail, her blush intensifying. And those kisses! Her neck and shoulders were covered in goosebumps as Big Mac’s soft, moist lips and tongue lavished her upper body.

“Well, I...” Applejack gulped and let out an ecstatic moan, her back arching a bit from her brother’s touch. “I only got eyes for you too... Mmmm... Ain’t no other stallion can do me like you do.” She coughed at that last bit and looked around the bathroom shiftily. “N-not that I ever done tried any pony else...”

Finally releasing her flanks, Big Mac began to trail kisses down her body, his large, expressive eyes looking up at her, leaving her completely spellbound. “You know you’re gonna have to one day, right?” he asked. “It ain’t like we can have any young’uns.”

Applejack giggled at that remark between whimpers. “Yeah,” she agreed, “not unless we want kids crazier than Applebloom!”

Big Mac grinned at that. “Yeah, but y’know we’re gonna have to get this family growin’ soon.”

“Don’t mean we can’t keep doing this on the side!” Applejack interjected with a wink. “Y’know, for fun and stuff.”

Big Mac returned the wink, nodding in reply before his kisses led him between his sister’s quivering hind legs. Gazing up at her, he planted a soft, sweet kiss on her nether-lips, sending Applejack into a fit of crazed spasms. “Aaaah, oh shit!” Applejack screamed, arching her back and shivering with desire. “D-Damn, you know how to get a girl wound up!”

Not replying, Big Mac instead continued to pleasure Applejack’s quivering pussy, suckling it ever so gently between kisses and occasionally darting into it with his slimy, warm tongue. Within moments, Applejack was whimpering and crying out her ecstasy, her body way hotter than the water cascading over the two ponies now. Not yet satisfied with his work, he brought a fore hoof over to Applejack’s clit, gently rubbing it in teasing circles, careful to just touch it ever so softly, like the feathers he knew she liked to use when she was alone. Even with their bodies being caressed by the shower’s warm water, Big Mac could easily make out the taste of his sister’s lust; it was a bit fishy, but mixed in heavily with the sweet taste of warm apple dumplings.

His tongue and hoof continued to work on Applejack’s clit and pussy for what seemed like an eternity, Applejack moaning and gasping desperately for air as she tried to keep from passing out right then and there. Eventually, though, he backed away, coming back up and capturing his sister’s lips with his own, tongues dueling as they eagerly sucked on each others mouths, moaning and sighing blissfully in the passion of the moment.

Their kiss finally broke, leaving a thin trail of saliva connecting the two lovers for but a moment before it snapped out of existence. “Mmmmm, now that you got me all worked up,” Applejack purred, “I think I need a good, hard, plot-plowin’!”

Big Mac saluted and stood on his hind legs for a moment, showing off just how ready he was for said plowing. “Yes, ma’am!” he affirmed, winking playfully at her before reaching for a nearby bottle of shampoo. He always did like this here shampoo Applejack bought. Made her long, blonde mane shine like wheat at sunrise on harvest day, only so much softer and smoother. Of course, its slippery, thick nature made it a great lubricant. The stuff took forever to rub off skin and body fur, which was fine by him in this case. Waiting for Applejack to get on all fours and face the wall, he dabbed a generous glob of shampoo on his cock, drenching the giant, pulsating slab of stallion-hood before bringing his free fore-hoof down to rub the lot of it all over, grunting slightly as he did. Once he was satisfied that he’d coated himself evenly, he poured some shampoo over the trembling rosebud between his waiting sister’s flanks. He took a moment to rub it all around – he couldn’t get his giant hoof in there, but he could at least make sure her outer plot hole was nice and lubed. The shampoo on his cock should take care of the rest.

Applejack let out a whinny and shuddered as she waited for her brother to finish. “C’mon, now!” she exclaimed. “I ain’t made outta porcelain. Just get that big ol’ cock in there an’ fuck me already!”

Never one to disappoint, Big Mac mounted her, resting his fore-hooves just in front of hers, his strong front legs just inches from her ears as he pushed slowly. His gigantic cock took its sweet time forcing Applejack’s plot hole open, the orange mare whimpering and gasping at the gentle, controlled penetration. No matter how many times they did this, she never could get over just how damned thick that thing was! Between that and its length, it was a miracle her brother had any blood for the rest of his body! Not that she was complaining, of course. Inch after inch of that monstrosity slid into her, aided by the thick shampoo coating his cock and the welcoming inward tugging of her well-trained anal muscles.

She let out a long, throaty moan as Big Mac finally pushed fully inside her. The fullness she felt was unbelievable, and her sensitive body shuddered as the giant dong throbbed and pulsated within her, so full of life and ready to pound the hell out of her. However, Big Mac was a gentle-colt, so he took it slow at first, pushing in and out in measured strokes, making sure Applejack was nice and comfortable. He didn’t want to break her, after all.

Applejack was shivering with all sorts of sensations, her nerves a jumble of euphoria as her body began to heat up. “Aaaaahhh, d-damn!” She threw her head back, her long, flowing blonde hair slapping Big Mac in the face as she did. “Aahhh....” She was ready. Hell, she’d been ready since she woke up this morning, and here he was taking his sweet time! She looked over at her brother with a raised eyebrow. “Y-you’re gonna make me beg, ain’t you?”

Big Mac was about to speed up, but hearing those words from his sister and lover, he couldn’t help but grin and shrug as a playful mood struck him. “Only if you wanna,” he replied with a wink.

“Oh please!” Applejack moaned, exaggerating her cries just a bit for that porn-star effect. “Fuck that plot harder! Harder, damn it! Harder! I’m burnin’ up inside! I want it so bad!”

The over-acting made Big Mac chuckle a bit. He leaned over, using his weight for leverage as he whispered in her ear. “Well now, I can’t be sayin’ no to a lady, now can I?” With that, he turned on the power – his large, powerful muscles slamming his cock full-bore into his sweet little sister’s plot, making the girl squeal and moan in delight.

“Now that there’s the stuff!” Applejack cried, screaming her lungs out in ecstasy as she started bucking back against her brother’s powerful thrust. “See, that’s how you need to do it all the time!”

The two of them rutted for hours, kissing each other and expressing their love while Big Mac’s massive cock slammed into Applejack’s quivering, tightly-clenching plot hole again and again, the embrace of her muscles around his stallion-hood growing tighter with every time he drove in. The two were in heaven, barely noticing the soft cascade of water rushing over them as their bodies threatened to explode at any moment.

As they always did, the two of them shared their climax, Applejack’s empty, shuddering twat letting out a shower of love juices as her plot tightened around Big Mac’s tool, locking him in place as he grunted and shot wad after wad of white-hot semen into her, the two lovers moaning and shaking as their orgasms rocked their bodies.

All too soon, their taste of heaven was gone, and the two of them collapsed, Big Mac’s cock still buried in Applejack’s plot as the two of them lay inside the tub.

“You... You wanna start actually showerin’ now?” Applejack offered weakly.

“Naw, not right now,” Big Mac groaned in reply. “Let’s just enjoy the moment.”

And so, the two simply basked in the afterglow, sated and warmed by each others bodies as they recovered from the latest expression of their forbidden love.

Luna’s flanks! Twilight cursed inwardly as the sun came up, the warm light washing over her face as she woke up. Either there’s something wrong that I’m not seeing, or Applejack’s even more of a pervert than Fluttershy. Again, she was uncomfortably sticky between her hind legs, having once more orgasmed in her sleep. She’d never experienced a so-called ‘wet dream’ before, and to have two of them in as many nights was proving to be quite the drain. She was nearly as tired as she was when she went to bed, and her hind legs were sore, probably from rubbing herself in her sleep. And then there was the sore throat. Those love juices had to come from somewhere, after all.

Annoyingly, Applejack was bright and chipper as she jumped out of bed, absolutely radiating joy as she put on her stetson hat and trotted over to Twilight. “So, did it work?” she asked, excitement in her voice.

“Yeah, it did.” Twilight groaned, pulling the covers off. She blushed deeply as she looked shiftily from side to side. “You and your brother haven’t actually... you know...”

“’Course not!” Applejack replied emphatically. “That oaf’s way too damned tired at the end o’ the day for any o’ that anyway!”

Twilight simply nodded. At least there was that. After all, every pony has their share of strange dreams, right? Right?

Seemingly oblivious to her friend’s confusion, Applejack roughly pulled Twilight out of bed, the unicorn landing on her stomach. “C’mon, girl! I’ll fix ya some breakfast and show you the showers! Wouldn’t want you haulin’ Big Mac’s bed back to his room on an empty stomach, right?”

Twilight nodded again as she pushed herself up on all fours, happy for the continued hospitality. “Thanks, I’d like that.”

The two of them walked out of the room, giggling softly to one another. Applejack looked back inside for one moment, a small grin on her face. Maybe she’d leave his bed in her room tonight. She was going to be making him feel welcome when he got home anyway.