> Just Rut me! > by TotallynotanAlt > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Chapter 1 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Ah'm sorry, what?" Big Macintosh reacted without thinking. Applebloom huffed and placed her fore-hooves against his cheeks, staring into his eyes. "Rut me. Right here, right now," she demanded. The stallion simply stared at his sister for a moment before gently pushing her away. He took a whiff of the air curiously, but the tell-tale scent of a mare in need escaped him. "Now, what brought this on?" He wondered. "Nothin'! Jus' do me already!" she puffed, glaring up at him. Macintosh sighed and marched past her. "If this is another one of yer crazy schemes fer a cutie mark, count me out o' it. Ah ain't gonna get messed up in yer shenanigans again. Or did ya'll fergit about that potion incident? Ah sure didn't," he glanced at her over his shoulder, finding the filly with her rear in the air and her tail flagged. She shook her plump flanks back and forth and even gave a convincing whimper of need. A weaker stallion would've been easily swayed in that moment. Surely. "Tell ya what. Ya'll tell me what this is about an ah'll consider it," Macintosh offered. That seemed to get her attention. She hopped back up to her hooves and marched up beside him, leaning against his side and affectionately nuzzling into him. "Now now, ah ain't caved jus' yet lil filly. Why do ya want me so badly? Yer Heat ain't even kicked in," he argued as they made their way towards the Barn. "Fine...Ah'm th' only virgin left in all o' Ponyville..." she grumbled, kicking a pebble. "That's all? And cause o' that ya'll come runnin' t' me o' all ponies?" Macintosh chuckled. "W-What's that suppose t' mean?! O' course ah came t' you! Ah ain't trustin' jus' anypony with my first time!" she argued, pouting as the stallion continued to laugh. "Ah woulda thought that Dragon o' Twilight's woulda caught yer eye, or maybe one o' yer school friends. An how can ya be so sure ya'll are th' only one that ain't tangled in th' hay yet?" Macintosh demanded gently. Applebloom huffed, blowing a lock of hair out of her face. "Ah...Ah walked in on em..." she admitted. He let out a sigh, sitting down outside the barn and putting a hoof against his chin. "What'll this prove?" he asked. She blinked and opened her mouth to answer and found herself standing there with her mouth hanging open. He had to admit, it was a good look for her and deep down it stirred something within him. "How's about ya'll jus' talk with yer friends an by tomorrow if this idea is still stuck in yer head, we'll talk again. Sound fair?" he offered. Applebloom let out a sigh, her ears pinned back. "Fine..." "She WHAT?!" Applejack yelled, slamming her hooves into the table. Big Mac glanced at his sister out of the corner of his eye, his silent gaze quickly calming her. The farmer chuckled nervously and tilted her hat. "Of all th' ponies t' come t'..." she grumbled. "At least she ain't runnin' 'bout town with her tail in the air," Macintosh smirked. "Fer th' last dang time! Ah'd lasted a whole week without anyone knowin' Ah was in heat!" Applejack cried, her face almost as red as her brother. "My point is, least she came t' family rather than throwin' herself at some random stallion that coulda taken advantage o' her," Macintosh tossed in. "So, how ya gonna let her down? Ya'll know she's more stubborn than a stump in the mud," Applejack pointed out. Macintosh simply sipped his drink calmly, letting the situation really sink in for his sister. "Ya'll ain't seriously considering...?!" "Ain't nothin against it, case ya'll fergot 'bout a certain cousin o' ours that helped a needy mare?" Macintosh glanced at her over his mug. "T-Thats different!" "If'n Applebloom decides ah'm the stallion she needs, then ah'll be there fer her, simple as that," he shrugged. "Ah can't belive ah'm hearin' this," Applejack stared at him, the stallion returning her gaze. "Don't tell me ya'll are jealous?" he teased. "J-Jealous?! Why ah outta...!" She stood, gulping as Macintosh mimicked her, staring down at his flustered sister. "Why don't ya'll go spend some time with yer friends? Ease yer mind a bit," he offered. Applejack tilted her hat down and marched past him. As he glanced over his shoulder he caught site of her tail hiked up in the air. "Well, he didn't say no," Scootaloo said with a smirk. Applebloom groaned, smacking her face into the table. Sweetie Belle put a comforting hoof on her friends back, offering her a weak smile. "He said he wants to talk, right? So just talk to him! Maybe he's just scared of hurting you?" she asked. "Ah ain't a fragile filly. Me an Macintosh have tussled an fought before. He ain't never held back on me!" Applebloom argued as she sat up. "You could just admit defeat," Scootaloo teased, crying out as Applebloom socked her in the cheek. "NEVER!" she declared, glancing down at the groaning Pegasus. "Heh, s-sorry 'bout that Scoots..." "Its fine, just warn me next time you wanna tear off my head..." she grumbled, laying flat on her back. Applebloom gulped as she looked over the Pegasi's body. She must've been staring for a while as Sweetie Belle cleared her throat beside her. "Ah wasn't starin!" she cried out, her face flushed red before being smacked back into the table. "Heh, I mean, I AM somethin' to look at," Scootaloo chuckled, sliding a hoof down her belly slowly. "That's enough Scoots! Quit teasing her!" Sweetie Belle yelled, causing both fillies to jolt to their hooves. Even Sweetie Belle was shocked by her sudden outburst, clearing her throat. "A-Ah'm gonna do it! Ah ain't backin' down!" Big Macintosh raised an eyebrow as Applebloom made her way towards him with her friends in tow. "Ya'll had a nice talk?" he asked. Applebloom nodded and took a slow breath. She seemed to be calming herself before puffing out her chest and looking him in the eye. "Ah want ya t' rut me Macintosh, nothin' held back!" she practically shouted. The stallion stared at her for a moment, taking in her stance and the blush staining her cheeks. Scootaloo seemed like she was going to explode from withheld laughter with Sweetie Belle shooting her a glare. "Ah see...An why are ya friends here?" he wondered, glancing between all of them. "I like to watch," Scootaloo blurted out, shrugging as her friends glared at her. "Ah ain't one t' put on a show. If'n ya ain't got a good reason fer this then ya best get goin'," Macintosh tilted his head toward the crusaders clubhouse in the distance. "Scootaloo is just being a pain Macintosh. She's been taunting Applebloom about this for a while now. We're really just here as emotional support. Well, I am anyway..." Sweetie Belle spoke up, putting a hoof on Applebloom's shoulder. Applebloom shook a little at her friends touch. "Are ya now?" Macintosh mumbled, walking a slow circle around the fillies. He raised an eyebrow as he reached their backsides, finding a tail in his face. "Find somethin' ya like back there?" Scootaloo smirked as she glanced at him. He chomped on her tail and gave it a yank, dragging the filly a short distance and dropping her while she flailed uselessly in surprise. He came around and stopped in front of her, pressing his forehead to Scootaloo's and looking her in the eyes. "Ya'll have 'bout ten seconds t' run," he whispered. "What?" "Nine seconds," he answered with a smirk. Scootaloo stumbled to her hooves and bolted towards the safety of the clubhouse. Big Macintosh snorted, turning back to the remaining pair of fillies. "Ah think ah understand whats goin' on here," he chuckled. "Mac, please..." Applebloom whined, hanging her head. He let out a sigh and sat beside her, putting his hoof on her back alongside Sweetie Belle's. "Ya'll ain't interested in me, are ya Applebloom?" he asked softly. "A-Ah am! Y-yer th' only stallion a-ah can trust..." she stammered out. "That's what ah thought. But lemme ask yer thoughts Sweetie Belle," Macintosh turned to the young unicorn who chuckled nervously. "W-Well uh...It's a long story..." Previously, in the life of Applebloom and Friends The little earth filly hummed a tune as she pranced up her hoof-made ramp. She was rather proud of her work on the little clubhouse. When she had first discovered it...Well, it was a sorry sight. The door had barely hung on by a single hinge, the windows were shattered with bits of glass desperately clinging to their frames. The wood was practically unusable, drenched from many rainy nights and aged beyond its use. It had taken her the better of several days to tear out what could still be used and almost twice as long to put together a plan of action for the rest. Applejack had assisted with the glass and once assured her sister wouldn't injure herself, had left the project alone. Every so often she had adventured out to the clubhouse, putting a bit more work into it each day she could. Until finally she had managed to set a foundation. One which her new friends had helped her build upon into the masterpiece that stood strong today. With a prideful smile she stepped into the clubhouse. "Hey girls!" Applebloom greeted her friends, pausing mid-stride at the sight before her. "Ah see, so ya'll meant it when ya said ya saw em, huh?" Macintosh chuckled. Applebloom hid her face behind her hooves and gave a weak nod. "Now yer all hot an bothered an tryin' t' make a stupid point by sleepin' with yer brother. Am ah right?" She peeked at him from behind her hooves, her embarrassed stare all the answer that he needed. "I tried talking her out of it but she's determined..." Sweetie Belle admitted. "Ah'm aware," Macintosh chuckled. "Ah can't take these feeling's anymore!" Applebloom exploded, panting slightly. She shivered as Sweetie Belle hugged her, leaving the earth pony to chew her lip. "Miss Belle, if'n ya'll wouldn't mind assistin'," Macintosh said as he walked past them. "What?" She blinked and stared as he tilted his head toward the barn. "Y-Ya mean...?" "Eeyup. Ya'll wanna make yer point and ah'm tryin' t' make mine. Ah figure we can knock both problems outta th' air at th' same time. Now hurry, before ah change my mind," he chuckled. Applebloom scrambled to her hooves with Sweetie Belle close by her side "An yer friend is allowed t' watch if she can be nice 'bout it," Macintosh called over his shoulder, Scootaloo squeaking from behind a tree and rushing to catch up. "This is gonna be awesome!" Scootaloo squealed, her wings buzzing on her back. Sweetie Belle shook her head, giving Applebloom a gentle nuzzle to help soothe her nerves. "Just relax and let him guide you, okay?" she murmured. Applebloom nodded, keeping her eyes focused on her brother. "Ah'm really doin' this. Oh sweet Celestia this is actually happenin'..." she mumbled. "Not if ya don't hurry it up!" Macintosh laughed. "A-Ah'm comin!" "Oh she will be," Scootaloo snickered. > Chapter 2 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Macintosh worked quickly and efficiently, setting up a few bales of hay for a makeshift bed and seats. It was something he was a bit experienced with, spending long nights on pet projects and taking power naps in the barn. Thus he did in fact have a few spare blankets to toss over the hay as well as two spare pillows. "Well this is fancy!" Sweetie Belle giggled, propping up her fore-hooves on the 'bed' "Oooh, and comfy," she murmured. "Uh, Belle. Should probably let AB take that spot," Scootaloo joked. Sweetie Belle looked around, realizing the compromising position she currently stood in, quickly covering her marehood with her tail and stumbling back from the bed. "RIGHT! SORRY!" she cried out, hopping onto a distant bale of hay. "Now, ya'll behave yerselves an ya get t' stay. Miss Belle, ah trust ya'll can keep yer hooves t' yerself?" Macintosh raised an eyebrow, waiting until the filly had nodded to move his gaze to Scootaloo. "I uh...I'll be good," Scootaloo mumbled, her ears pinned back. "Good. Applebloom," Macintosh turned toward the filly, finding her prodding at the bed nervously. "Last chance t' change yer mind. Ah care 'bout ya, but a stallion is a stallion. We can only think with one head at a time," he pointed out. "An ah can't promise ah'll have th' peace o' mind t' stop once we get started," he warned. "A-Ah'd rather ya don't stop..." Applebloom stammered, groaning and burying her face in the blanket. "That was th' worst attempt at being sexy, wasn't it?" she grumbled, muffled by the blanket. "Ah wouldn't say that. Ah've heard worse," Macintosh chuckled. Applebloom glared at him as she moved to the front of the bed, propping herself up on it and flicking up her tail. "Are ya'll gonna rut me or what?" she demanded in a huff. Macintosh chuckled and stepped up behind her, pushing her against the bed and drawing a gasp out of her. "Ah suppose ah shouldn't keep a 'mare' waitin'," he murmured, his hot breath rolling against the base of her tail and causing the filly to shudder. "O-ooookay..." she breathed out slowly, her tail resting on top of her brothers head. "Damn, shoulda brought some popcorn..." Scootaloo whispered to Sweetie Belle. Macintosh ignored them, focusing on the filly before him. He buried his muzzle between her legs, chuckling to himself at the squeak that escaped her as his snout brushed against her marehood. "C-COLD!" she gasped, digging her hooves into the bed as Macintosh's tongue found its way over her mound. Her thoughts reeled as his hooves massaged her flanks, forcing the filly into a fit of soft moans. Smirking to himself, Macintosh let his tongue dance over the inexperienced filly's slit, every so often probing and prodding teasingly until she was panting into the blanket and bucking her hips against his face. "M-Mac, please..." she whimpered. "Alright, alright," he chuckled, the mare shuddering as his rumbling voice teased her folds. The filly tucked her face into her hooves as Macintosh loomed over her back with his length slapping against her thighs. "Wow, I see why they call him BIG Macintosh," Scootaloo whistled, reminding everyone she was there. "If'n ya'll wanna compare, be my guest," Macintosh snorted, drawing a long moan from Applebloom as he dragged his length against her. He rested his weight against her back, rubbing his cheek against hers while reaching a hoof down to help position himself against her entrance. "M-Mac, ohh gosh..." the filly moaned, surprising herself as she whinnied loudly in response to his flared tip pressing against her folds. "Last chance," Macintosh whispered "A-Ah need it," Applebloom whispered back, gasping as Mac thrust into her. In the same motion he buried his muzzle in her mane, jerking his hips back and forth and working into a rhythm. Applebloom struggled to do anything other than collapse as her world was literally rocked. She faintly noticed the 'bed' shifting beside her, somehow gathering the strength to look to her side and seeing Sweetie Belle propped up against the bed beside her with Scootaloo hunched over her, the two both crying out in pleasure as the Pegasus pounded her length into her unicorn lover. Not to be outdone, Macintosh snorted into Applebloom's mane and at an agonizingly slow pace, removed his length from her stuffed marehood before driving himself in as far as he could go. Applebloom swore she could feel the very edge of his medial ring brush against her lips, but it was lost on her as he slammed into her again. It felt like an eternity of bouncing between utter fulfillment and heartbreaking emptiness. Every time Macintosh pulled back she felt like her world was ending and every time he buried his length inside her it seemed like everything in the world was right as it should be. Somewhere in all of the madness she found herself looking face to face with Sweetie Belle. The unicorn was on her back with Scootaloo leaning over her, hips slamming into hers as the Pegasus happily pounded away into the more than willing unicorn. Something clicked in the back of Applebloom's mind as she leaned forward, hungrily claiming Sweetie Belle's lips in a kiss that cemented everything she had fought against. In that moment everything changed. Macintosh pulled hard on her waist, driving his medial ring inside of her again and again, losing his rhythm while his stallionhood twitched and throbbed inside of her. Some part of her not lost to pleasure knew what was coming. Sadly, there was nothing for her to do but enjoy the ride. Everything came crashing down as Macintosh buried himself inside of her one last time, his heavy sack tensing as he emptied his load inside of the waiting filly beneath him. Applebloom felt her legs give in, thankful for the bed as her body gave up and her vision went white. When she finally came out of her daze she was curled up in Sweetie Belle's hooves with Scootaloo smirking at her. She glanced around but Macintosh was nowhere to be seen. "H-How long..." "About twenty minutes. Also, that make-out session was probably the hottest thing I have ever seen," Scootaloo teased. Were her limbs not utterly numb from the harshest pounding she had ever taken, she surely would've slugged the literal dickmare. "Well, I guess you win. You proved you're a real mare who prefers real stallion dick," Scootaloo sighed, her wings fluttering. "Ah dunno Scoots. Maybe ah jus' ain't picky 'bout it at all," Applebloom chuckled weakly, blushing as Sweetie Belle clung to her. "Eh, let's just see where it goes," Scootaloo shrugged. "Agreed, ya'll get some rest," Macintosh chuckled. "W-Wait!" Applebloom called out. Big Mac froze for a moment, but eventually sat down. "Thank you Mac...Ah...Ah don't think ah have t' worry anymore," she admitted. He chuckled and gave a nod. "Good, cause ya ain't gettin' me again," he smirked, gently kicking the barn door shut on his way out. "So uh...you up for a round two?" Scootaloo asked nervously, crying out as Sweetie Belle's magic shoved her off the bed.