Blind Challenge 12

Braeburn and Big Mac against R63 Caramel

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Big Mac wiped a hoof across his brow, swicking the sweat off of the matted fur. "Whew!" His cousin exclaimed, thumping down his own well-endowed basket of apples. "Ah worked mah tail off in Appaloosa, but y'all work just as hard out here in Ponyville!" He beamed, his own face streaked with sweat in the dusty barn. Big Mac nodded in his sage-like manner, replying in the way only he could.

"Eeyup."

"So now what? Are we done here?" Braeburn looked around at the various and assorted baskets of apples sitting in the dusty atmosphere, his chest still rising and falling. Big Mac himself was winded, but he never let it show. He never did.

"Eeyup."

"So ah've got the rest o' the day to do whatever? Well shoot, it's not even suppertime yet! Ah've got somthin' to take care of back in town. Ah'll be back in a lil' while." Braeburn bubbled as he trotted towards the door. Big mac watched him go, nodding solemnly. Braeburn was hardly to the door when both of them heard something unsettling.

"HELP!" The cry came from outside. Exhaustion forgotten, both colts dashed through the door, stopping at the drive leading up to the Apple's farmhouse. "HELP MEEEE!"

"Who the hay is that?" Braeburn squinted at the road, trying to see who it was calling for help. Big Mac saw a violet streak and a paler, cream-colored one behind her.

"Twilight?"

"Who?"

"HELP MEEEEEEEEEE!" The purple unicorn picked up the speed, dashing towards them as fast as her weak unicorn legs could carry her. Braeburn and Big Mac caught her just as she collapsed, panting heavily. She had some strange mare with her Big Mac had never seen before. Twilight finally righted herself, soaked with sweat and still panting.

"Alright now, missy. Calm down. Tell us what happened." Braeburn laid a hoof on Twilight's shoulder, trying to calm her down. She was still trying to catch enough breath to speak properly.

"Big Macintosh." She finally gasped. "Do you... Remember when... Trixie came back?" Big Mac was a little taken aback a little, but the memory returned.

"Eeyup."

"And you remembered... Haah... When I painted you in Applejack's colors, and pretended I changed her into a colt?"

A flush crept onto his cheeks. He remembered. "E-eeyup."

"Well..." Twilight finally straightened herself, looking over her shoulder at the mysterious mare Big Mac hadn't seen before. "I found a spell that ACTUALLY changes a colt to a mare! Look!"

"Hang on a tick." Big Mac muttered half to himself. He took a closer look at the mare that had accompanied Twilight. The sweat on his brow turned cold. "Caramel?"

"Eer... Hey Mac." The mare muttered, a flush creeping onto her cheeks. Sure enough, the mare standing before them was Caramel, Twilight's boyfriend, and an occasional helping hoof around the farm. Only he wasn't a colt anymore. He was a she, and she was blushing like mad. Braeburn looked lost. Twilight was frazzled. And Big Mac was shocked.

"I need help." Twilight panted, looking desperately at Big Mac. "I made like, six ponies pass out from shock on the way here. I need you to keep her- him! IT! Keep them here while I try to find a spell to reverse what I did. Okay? Can I count on you for that?"

"Eer."

"Yes." Braeburn answered for Big Mac, stepping forward and nodding. "We can keep Caramel here while you find the solution."

"Oh thank you!" Twilight cried as she threw her forelegs around Braeburn's neck and kissed his cheek. The smaller colt blushed before Twilight pulled away and disappeared with a loud, whip-like crack. The three of them were left standing on the dusty drive, with nothing but silence between them. Caramel stood there, blushing furiously, while Braeburn and Big Mac looked her up and down.

"C'mon." Big Mac grunted after a while, jerking his head back towards the farmhouse. "Get inside."

"R-right." Caramel followed along meekly, with Braeburn in tow. Big Mac wondered how granny and his sisters would take this. Caramel was well-known to all of them. He helped on the farm frequently and was a good friend to them all. But as Big Mac crossed the threshold, he heard nothing. Granny wasn't in her rocking chair, Applejack should have been making them dinner, and Applebloom wasn't upstairs. He remembered then, that it was market day. They would be staying at Pinkie Pie's in Ponyville tonight. They wouldn't be back until tomorrow evening. He was here alone, with Braeburn and Caramel.

"Ah'll get started on supper." He groaned, plodding towards the kitchen. "Y'all want something to drink?"

"Water, please." Caramel squeaked. Big Mac shot the shy mare a quick look. Caramel was normally very brash, quick to laugh, and talkative. Right now, though, it seemed she was anything but loose-lipped. Big Mac wondered if a tall glass of strong cider wasn't what she really wanted. Braeburn, however, put words to Big Mac's mind.

"Ah'll take a glass o' cider, cuz. Ah think ah'm gonna need it ta' get through this whole mess." He shook his head and went to sit at the dining room table. Caramel followed, leaving Big Mac to fetch their beverages. He poured six glasses, three water and three cider, and delivered them to the table.

"I-I didn't want any c-"

"Drink." Big Mac slid the tankard across the table towards his old friend. "Y'all r' gonna need it, ah think."

"Oh. Okay." Caramel meekly took the tankard and drew a long drink. At least she hadn't lost her thirst. Braeburn joined in, but Big Mac took his own drink into the kitchen, to drink while he cooked. He was on his second flagon of cider by the time he was done cooking their supper, and served it along with a third frothing cup of the strong alcohol. They set about eating in silence, but Big Mac did not miss the tension amongst all of them.

"So..." Caramel finally said after they finished dinner. "What... What now?" Big mac and Braeburn shared a look before leaning back in their chairs. Big Mac, as usual, silently contemplated the repercussions of what had transpired. When Trixie had visited, all they had done to Big Mac was dye his coat so he had Applejack's colors. Twilight had said she found a spell to actually change a colt to a mare, though. How thorough was it?

"What did she change about you?" Braeburn asked. "Ah mean, is your... Junk gone?"

"Gone." Caramel admitted with a blush. "And I don't think you wanna know what she put there."

"Don't tell me." Braeburn looked over the edge of the table, very pointedly staring at Caramel's crotch. "Oh my Celestia." He went pale. "She's a mare, alright. Mac, have a look."

"Ah ain't lookin' at my friend's junk." Big mac grumbled, downing the last of his cider. "Y'all have fun starin' at one another's privates. Ah'm leavin'." He shoved his chair back and stomped out of the room, tossing his empty flagon into the sink haphazardly. He went upstairs to his room, frowning intently. What sort of trickery had Twilight pulled? Had she really turned Caramel into a mare? Or was this just some sort of ploy? Still frowning, he shouldered into his room. He laid down on his bed, and more tired than he felt in a long time, he went to sleep. He could trust Braeburn and Caramel to behave, right? Right. Caramel may be a mare now, but she still had a colt's mind. And Caramel had always swung for mares. He wouldn't fool around with Braeburn, right? Right.

He had been asleep maybe an hour before somepony shook him.

"Mac, come on, cuz, wake up."

"Go 'way." Mac grumbled angrily.

"Mac, this is serious. C'mon now."

"Ugh. Fine. What." He sat up, staring blearily at the room around them.

"Look." Braeburn pointed at the doorway, and as Mac followed his hoof, his blood ran cold.

"Caramel, did you piss yourself?"

"This ain't pee, mac." Caramel whimpered. She had a hoof clamped to her crotch, and Mac could see a puddle of liquid beneath her. It certainly looked like she had wet herself. But there was no smell of urine in the air. Not to mention, Caramel was panting heavily, and her cheeks were flushed.

"The hell?" He slipped out of his sheets, walking up to Caramel slowly. Another scent hit his nose then. Suddenly, his cheeks were just as flushed as the other two ponies'. "Oh. Oh wow."

"It's the spell. I know it is." Caramel whimpered. "I feel so hot. I can't sleep, I can't stop it either. Look." Caramel pulled her hoof away from her nethers and thrust it into Mac's face. "Look!" The scent hit him full-on then. It was a scent he wasn't a complete stranger to, but it had been a long time since he had smelled it. Like it or not, his colthood swelled up. He crossed his legs, praying neither of them saw the pillar of horseflesh dangling between his haunches.

"Ahem. That's nice, but eeh... Shouldn't you like... Take a shower or somethin'?"

"Already tried." Braeburn stepped up beside Big Mac. "It didn't work. She got even worse after that."

"Guys, please..." Caramel whimpered. "Please, I need help... I don't know what to do..."

"Ah don't know what y'all think we should do." Big Mac muttered quietly, shifting despite the pressure in his own nethers.

"Cuz." Braeburn said quietly. "We have to do it."

"What?"

"We have to rut her. Look at her. She's helpless." Braeburn looked up at Mac. "We have to fuck Caramel."

"No way."

"C'mon, coz!"

"Mac, please!"

"NO WAY!" Big Mac roared, shoving them both out of his room. "Y'all can rut all you like, but do it away from here!" He slammed the door and leaned against it, breathing heavily. The muffled sounds of conversation came through the door still, and what his cousin and his friend were talking about wasn't helping his predicament. His member throbbed like mad, standing straight up and away from his body. He could catch snippets of what they were talking about.

"Here?"

"I think so... Twilight always does it this way."

"-think I have the right-"

"Aah. yeah."

"Please, don't whimper like-"

He couldn't handle it anymore. Five minutes into it, he threw the door open. Braeburn was mounted on Caramel, and he could see the thin trickle of liquid dripping down Caramel's thigh to join the already copious amount of fluid on the floor. He didn't need to see, didn't want to see, but there it was. He couldn't help but glimpse a thick shaft, dangling beneath Braeburn, and disappearing between Caramel's haunches. The two of them stared at him in shock for a few moments. Big Mac stood there, his own member throbbing like mad, a huge blush on his cheeks.

"Don't stop on my account." He muttered. Slowly, one hoof lifted to his engorged member, slowly sliding along the swollen flesh. He bit his lower lip to keep from crying out, it felt so good. How long had it been since his last time? A week? Two? Even for a dour-and-devout colt like himself, that was a long time to go. He felt like he was ready to blow. And like it or not, Caramel was a damn attractive mare. With his permission, the two of them got back to it. And Celestia damn it all, Big Mac could HEAR it. Caramel was so wet, it sounded like someone slapping two wet rags together. Each time Braeburn thrust into her, she moaned. Mac watched Caramel's mouth slowly open, a thin trail of drool dripping from her tongue to join the fluid on the floor. Mac's hoof picked up pace, even as Braeburn shuddered.

"Close." He panted, moving faster. "Ah cain't hold it."

"Don't stop. Please." Caramel panted, even as her panting grew faster and hotter. "I'm not done yet. Please. Don't stop. Please." She was begging for it.

"HNNG-" With a grunt, Braeburn spent himself inside of Caramel. The cream-colored mare sighed beneath him, still dripping, though it wasn't solely her own juices on the floor now. Braeburn groaned and slid out of her, trailing a thick stream of sticky, white liquid. Mac shifted to the side just a bit, to finally get the first look at Caramel's newly-acquired marehood. Her glistening pink lips were shot through with white, and the fine fur on her pubus had been matted down with arousal. The smell washed over him in a wave. His cock throbbed like mad. Before he knew it, he was rearing up.

"M-mac, no!" Caramel cried out. "It's too big!" He didn't care. Between his own musk, Braeburn's seed, and Caramel's copious ejaculations, he slid right in. Caramel reared her head back in a long, loud scream. Big Mac didn't care. He had dove off the edge of depravity. There was no turning back now. Clamping his forelegs around Caramel's torso, he drove himself into his old friend. Again and again, he drove into her, until Caramel wasn't crying for him to stop anymore. Instead, her high airy voice pleaded for him to keep going.

"Don't stop! Don't stop! Please! I'm so close! I'm so close! I'm... I'm... AAAUGH!"

"Guh!"

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Twilight panted as she dashed down the drive towards the Apple's farmhouse. She was lathered, almost completely exhausted, and in a rush. She had found it! The solution to the spell wasn't another spell. But something else entirely. In her saddlebags were all the equipment she needed. And extra batteries. She kicked the front door open. The house was quiet. But there was a smell.

"Oh fuck." She cursed, dashing up the stairs. The smell intensified, and she saw why.

"Oh. Oh! Since when were you and Braeburn experts on arcane anomolies in biological shifts, Big Macintosh?"