> Apple of my Eye
>  by Mx Story Anomalax
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> An Apple in its Place
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Ameliorate Reverie was a tall mare, standing at around 6 foot – an inch taller than her mother had been in life.

Big Mac was taller though.

And while Amelio enjoyed those smaller than her, she couldn't deny it was so sumptuous to have a larger-than-her coltfriend, rippling with sinuous muscle pinned beneath her will. There was something so sensual about it – it made her feel gorgeous and powerful. It made her cringe inward with desire. As Amelio lifted the hand holding her specialized kiseru to her lips, she puckered and puffed wide and deep, pulling the wispy lavender smoke deep into her lungs, her chest rising, and holding it there. The lavender smoke tasted fruity, and it seeped over her tongue. Eventually, after more than a few seconds, she pulled the kiseru away and expelled the haze. It slipped from her lips into a swirling cloud that reminded her of her brother's cutiemark, but far less spectral. It hung in the air, forming a smog that Big Mac pulled into his own lungs when it crept toward him.

Big Mac was in ecstasy. It showed in his dulling, vibrant lime green eyes, eyes that reminded Amelio of her mother – a giggle escaped Amelio's smirk – except for the lingering vacancy. They had been together for a few months now, and Mac was smitten beyond belief by the high society Canterlot noble. He was always drawn to her violet eyes, brimming with calm vigor like the moon, and its brilliant sapphire ellipticals that surrounded the pupils like lunar orbits. They were bright, lively, and full of a conniving nature that, while Mac wouldn't say he normally enjoyed, stirred something deep and primal within him. Maybe it was because of the time he'd been discordant? Something about that otherness that he couldn't normally latch onto. The other thing that enticed him about her was that ornate pipe she used to smoke healthy herbs. It was a majestic ebony wood, with the end of it forming a changeling's head – it hissed at him with flailing pink topaz tongue, the teeth made of smooth, chiseled moonstone, and the eyes crafted with flaming sapphires faceted in a sunburst pattern. It put him in trances with how strange it was.

Amelio knew she had Mac where she wanted him. In front of her, naked. She took another drag of her kiseru, simpering conspiratorially at her delirious coltfriend, watching his doofy smile as they sat across from each other on hay bales in the empty barn. In situations like these, the question wasn't “would a move be made,” nor was it “who would make the first move.” Amelio knew Mac like the back of her hand, in part due to her empathy – she saw through his soul. More than that, it was a question of “when would Mac finally break to her whims and prostrate before her?" It was all a matter of time, and the two always enjoyed the mind games.

Mac was lost in thought about the times Amelio had him play dress up. His breathing was heavy, that lavender scented smoke flowing into him with every one of her exhales. He loved it when she forced him into feminine clothing - it always made him feel beautiful. It made him feel like he could be anything he wanted despite his masculine physique. Maybe it was that which attracted him so much towards her? How accepting she was of his true nature as a submissive towards her? It sent a shudder coursing through his naked, red furred body. He was feeling weak, wobbly, his muscles failing him as if he were fever-stricken. No matter how strong he was it mattered naught under her gaze. Mac noticed that one of Amelio's ears flicked. Was she getting impatient? No that was impossible. She was always patient...

Mac leaned forward, inching in his seat, lifting one of his feet up until it was dragging over her calf.

Amelio lifted an eyebrow, her smirk increasing in intensity. “Oh? Feeling explorative, are we?”

The teasing tone of Amelio’s words flustered Mac, bringing a deeper ruby flush to his cheeks. His head tilted down, the chin of his muzzle pressing against his chest. He was immediately self-conscious of Amelio's c-cup cleavage, contained by a lacy black corset, as dark as the void (same as the rest of her lingerie, from the silken gloves to the equally translucent thigh high stockings), clothing that reminded him of the moon on her pale powder snow fur. As his cheeks flushed he was caught in her gravitic sway like the rising tides. His breath caught in his throat as his foot trailed up a bit farther, sweeping over her left knee, and moving toward her crotch.

The flawless mare reached down with a free hand to caress over the top of Mac's foot with her palm, gently gliding over it and touching the ankle.

Mac nearly collapsed, releasing a breath he was unaware he was holding once he felt Amelio’s touch, one he was desperate for. It spurred him onward. His foot pressed into the base of her crotch, then brushing to the side, pushing hard enough to form an indent in her thigh, before the toes reached out and tickled over her panty-clad vulva, swabbing to the side again as if redirected by an invisible pull, until he was kneading into the area just around it.

His other foot came up next, and he was suddenly using the toes on both feet to press and massage her crotch.

“Hmm... good girl.” Amelio acquiesced, breathing out another gust of haze. It smeared across Mac's face and causing him to blink. He inhaled sharply, pulling as much air in as he could. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. The movements of his feet became more ferocious, pressing harder.

The mare reached down with her free hand, making Mac's motions still for a moment, as she swept her panties down and to the side, revealing her bubblegum pink cunny, with the equine-ish black rim, looking more like a pouch than a cunt.

Soon enough Mac's feet were pressing against her pussy proper, stepping all over it as if dragging over a welcome mat, the touch of his toes sending searing pleasure flowing through her. One foot slid down her snatch, from top to bottom, before fiddling with the entrance using his big toe, gently pushing and pressing. His other foot was busy pushing aside the necessary folds to reveal her bulbous clit, pinching it between a big toe and an index toe, giving it a tight squeeze like a piercing, and wiggling it up and down, curling and lightly tugging like a cat's claws. The toe probing the entrance to her pussy finally sank in, garnering no response from the mare, but still Mac kept up his ministrations. He could see her growing smile in his peripheral. His breathing was heavy, he was so turned on.

Mac's cock was hanging from his sheathe. At one point it had been a limp slag of salacious lumber stuck between his thighs, going down, down, down all the way to his knees, but now it was growing rock hard from every pulsating moment of tension at the base of it, the whole thing growing more rigid and firm by the second. It was meaty, a delicious dark candy red and it throbbed with life – his balls churning with potent seed, The fleshy fuck rod was a majestic thing of beauty that would put the stallion's father to shame, with a thick, tubular curtain rod of muscle running along the underside that merged with the main, slender, trunk-like shaft seamlessly, and a fat, juicy medial ring that could split apart the loosest mare. Running along the taut flesh were webbing veins of various sizes. The coup de grace though was by far the crown at the very top, befitting an earth pony, likely a fellow noble. A ridged flare that spanned outward like a star. The cumslit winked actively as it stared at Amelio's beautiful frame.

Amelio giggled sweetly. “My my, someone is happy to see me are they not?”

Mac let out a delightful, feminine whimper. That was another thing he loved about her – the way she refused to use contractions. Why did she do that? Either way, it was very attractive. Just so deliberate – everything about her was deliberate and thorough. When she gave head he always climaxed after a few strokes of her tongue – she knew just where to strike to have his knees giving out.

Mac's cock tensed up again, rather violently, dollops of gooey, gummy primal pre-cum batter oozing out from the tip and drooling down toward the ground. He'd almost unleashed his pent up load right then and there.  What he did expel was slimy, sticking to everything but slippery against itself.

“For Celestia's sake, ever the slut. You almost ejaculated prematurely!” The degrading tone was erotic to Mac, because he knew she meant it as lovingly as possible. It was gentle abuse. “Look me in the eye when you are giving me a foot job, slut.”

Mac whimpered again, louder this time, and as his face twisted from side to side in a frantic gesture to look anywhere but at her, he finally summoned the courage to lock eyes with her.

“Mmh, I can see it in your eyes. You get off to this far more than I do. You love debasing yourself for my enjoyment do you not?”

Big Mac's face was wild with anxiety and arousal, his lips tugged downward, eyebrows leaning outward, eyes foggy. He nodded emphatically, still massaging her cunt with his feet.

“Get up. I want you between my thighs. Now.”

Mac immediately shot up out of his seat so much he almost fell forward onto his face, stumbling slightly. With an awkward stagger he got down onto his knees rapidly and leaned into Amelio's crotch. There was a muffled squeal as he screamed her name into her fuck muffin. The apple of his eye. But he was quickly kissing it all over, getting even on the outer edges, smooching over the fringes and getting over the labial folds, his lips pecking incessantly on the inner sides of her cunt too. Getting deep between every layer. His broad, flat, smooth pink carpet then slipped out of his lips and mashed against her folds, dragging from bottom to top like his feet had once done, slurping over her vulva and ending every lash with a cluck against her clit, sending a piercing sensation flowing through her nethers.

“Mmh, you always were good at cunnilingus. Maybe I will actually orgasm before you this time.” Amelio paused. “Remember, no touching yourself. I will know if you even think about it.”

Mac was voracious – he couldn't be sated. His tongue whipped over her cunt like he was licking up whipped cream off a plate, loud shluck shluck shluck schlups sounding out between Amelio's thighs from that powerful muscle. Eventually he wrapped his lips around her clit and squeezed hard, nearly biting down on it without his teeth, rubbing it between and creating a startlingly heated friction that buzzed through her loins.

“Ahh, always so eager. What a slut.” Another giggle escaped Amelio's throat.

Mac's motions just became more vehement, his cheeks caving in every time he sucked as hard as he could on her clit, creating a vacuous sensation that would cause hickies on any other part of the body. Mac could feel the clit growing engorged in his mouth, filling him up as his tongue crashed into it and lapped against it, taking it for all it was worth. Sliding up against it, batting the sides enticingly, sweeping over the top, and wriggling up under the hood. Teasing it ferociously.

Only, even as aroused as Amelio was growing, Mac had reached his limit.

Before he knew what hit him his eyes were shut hard and he was cumming all over the hay bale in front of him, all over the ground as he bucked his hips. Foal batter surged from his testicles, flowing through the ducts and pumping up the shaft, before erupting from the urethra. He could almost feel the visceral squirting and hear the lewd squish of fluids streaming out. Oily, slippery strands and thin threads bridging the gaps between thick clumps and sticky wads of pearlescent fluids. Hot and steaming off-white, salty, gooey goodness pumping in ropes and ribbons generating a randomized Pollock painting of slung together, dangling, goopy cream fibers everywhere, some of it smacking up onto his belly and pooling between his knees. A syrupy mess that clung to everything. Hefty sclorches noisily sounding off as milky gunk freed itself from its confines.

Amelio had an innocent look to her face as she felt the motions between her thighs fall to a halt. She took another pull on her kiseru as she let Mac swim in his post orgasm state.

Mac's head was brimming with wild sensory input. Lights were going off everywhere in his skull to the point he could no longer tell up from down – he felt like he was lying on his back – he could hardly breathe right. It felt like the Fourth of July in his brain as neurons he never knew he had before started firing off synchronously in a wave of pleasure that filled every crack of his mind. It wasn't long before a smoky haze like the one from Amelio's herbs was settling over his mind, only far smoggier. It choked out all thought and made it difficult to do anything as his mouth hung open in a silent, blitzed out ahegao scream. His eyes deviating from each other in their sockets.

This was how it always happened. Mac would prematurely ejaculate, his cock would remain hard but the stallion would pass out, and Amelio would use his unconscious body like a dildo to get herself off the rest of the way.

And so it always would be.
> A Rei in its Place
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Amelioreit would never explicitly admit it, but she adored her brother. Far more than was healthy, And that adoration ebbed onto Big Mac, especially during the times the stallions got together and palled around. It made her so happy seeing her nerd of a brother interacting with the athletic farmer, and it made her want to touch herself.

Which is what she was doing right this second on the couch of their old parent's house in Canterlot. Her hand placed between her thighs and middle finger carefully making tight revolutions around her clit, mashing it against her crotch, spinning, and flicking.

Watching her brother and coltfriend get along made her strangely wet, which was something she didn't deny to either of the equally depraved stallions in her life. Her jaw hung open just barely as she ground her crotch into her hand – or was it her hand into her crotch? Hard to tell at this point as she swept her free hand through her luxurious locks of amethyst, the same color and style, just longer, as her brother's unkempt curly mane. Her eyes bored a hole into the two of them, taking it right in like she was soaking up the sun's rays.

Amelio's brother was clad in a feminine outfit that made her want to coo like toward a kitten. Dressed in a forest green sundress with violet snakes patterned over it, and an equally violet mantle that hung over his shoulders, clipped together at the front with a golden pin in the shape of a gorse flower. On his legs were a pair of horizontally striped, purple and green thigh high stockings that clung to his thighs. He was busy squatting over Mac's face, colt cunt firmly planted against his lips so hard the puffy ponut was deformed slightly.

Amelio found it strange, yet erotic, that her coltfriend was so open to expressing an interest in the same sex with her brother, and found it even more arousing that her brother was shameless enough to be open to it, especially right in front of her while her back was arching forward in ecstasy every time pussy grime shlicked over her flingers, staining them with sticky water. A dribbling fluid that Big Mac could attest tasted like sweet nectar.

The mare loved it when Mac told her how much he loved her taste, even if the only way she showed it was to call him a 'good girl.'

Mac was busy eating out Fearei's tight little asshole, prepping it for the fucking of a lifetime as Fear's twisted, coiled tail draped over his forehead, Mac's lips puckering up and smooching against it incessantly, before sliding out his tongue and twirling it around the swollen sphincter, teasing it and washing over it with his powerful tongue. Occasionally folding up and shoving it in, hitting the feminine stallion's prostate above him.

Amelio loved how her brother's glowing sapphire eyes, as bright and shimmering as Canopus' light, and as tranquil as an endless pond, lit up every time that little button inside of his love canal was struck. There was always a certain life and 'oof' that penetrated his stout muzzle whenever the tip swept across.

Fear's cock, not nearly as massive as Mac's, but still just as regal with a royal ebony hue, dark as black licorice, pulsated and pressed into the hem of his sundress. All as Fear gripped the bottom tight with his hands, agitatedly fingering the fabric as that tongue continued to probe his insides and make him whinny to the ceiling, eyelids occasionally falling shut, then fluttering. Now and then his face twisted up in glee, one eye falling at half mast and the other wide with surprise, jaw hanging open.

Mac's tongue didn't stop. Relentlessly sugar-coating his asshole and digging in deep. It made Fear's muscle wink, the hearty ponut dilating, the wrinkles that dove toward the center smoothing out for a singular moment as the bubblegum pink interior was revealed, before it snapped shut like a camera shutter and contracted inward on itself like it was giving a kiss. Every time that tongue twisted around in his guts, Fear's guts twisted back, sinking down around the bright appendage, which just increased the sense of utter violation that left Fear's cock, firmer than Mac's due to lack of size, nearly vibrating with pleasure, the pressure on his prostate only heightening and making his insides burn with bliss.

Fear finally came off of Mac's face, without cumming, standing tall with his legs shaking under him violently, his cock flopping down between his legs as it was released.

Amelio bit her lower lip rather hard, her herbivorous teeth nearly crushing it. Her and her brother might never be together – it was frowned on nowadays to appear to keep unicorn bloodlines pure – but at least she had moments like this where she could watch her two favorite stallions debase themselves for her entertainment. Recreating with each other in such a lewd, passionate dance.

Mac stood up as well, as little saliva stringing between his mouth and Fear's excessively lubed up tailhole, before reaching for his marefriend's brother, who was 4'6” compared to his 6'3”. Fear only came up to the bottom of Mac's chest, which made it so much easier for Mac to reach around him, grab him by the pecs, and lift him into the air with an uproarious 'whoa' from the smaller of the two. Fear's feet dangled under him, toes spreading causing the socks to web outward, the smaller stallion's face frantic, eyes bulging out as he was hoisted into the air, hands gripping under his armpits a moment later, and then descending hard and fast.

Too fast!

Fear felt it coming with his empathy before he realized what was going on.

With one sharp yank Fear was skewered on Mac's cock, going down all the way to the medial ring and stretching the smaller stallion out so hard he nearly came on impact, his eyes squeezing shut, entire body freezing up, completely paralyzed. His body quivered all over, his asshole clenched down so tightly on Mac's cock the larger stallion almost came on command. It was a moment as Mac held Fear on his fuck rod, turning Fear into a princess on a tower, his stomach... oh Celestia. Fear looked down at himself and saw his stomach was bulging obscenely. He lowered a hand to it, groping the protuberance.

Mac felt the fingers over the flesh and grunted. “Eeyup.” That single word was all Fear needed to know that this was very real.

Almost too real for words.

Fear almost passed out from cock shock in that single moment, his body creeping with cold under his dark gray fur, the primary source of heat coming from that lava-like dick stuck up his ass, Fear's legs spread hard and fast in a sitting position.

Mac let go of Fear's armpits, causing the smaller stallion to sink downward a bit.

Amelio was close to her orgasm as she watched her coltfriend penetrate her brother, her needy ministrations against her cunt, palm flat against it, hastening to an absurd speed.

Fear's eyes rolled into the back of his head as Mac's hands gripped Fear's thighs, the powerful fingers leaving dents where they pressed into flesh, and pulled them up high, nearly against his chest. The motion of his legs bending and hamstrings stretching made him whinny with pleasure, the pressure on his prostate only increasing. “Fuck me Mac! Fuck me with your giant cum hose! Leave me a quivering mass of nerves on the floor! Do it!”

Mac didn't hesitate any longer, slowly gyrating Fear's body up and down on his cock lifting up, yanking down, dragging up, and dropping. Repeatedly stretching open his tailhole like he desired.

Fear's face was one of ecstasy, one eye spasming, his jaw jerking, and pupils rolled into the back of his head. He felt like his sister felt in that moment – they could feel each others' pleasure.

Amelio cooed. “There we go big girl, fuck him raw.”

Mac quickened his pace, proceeding to thrust his hips into Fear's loins until his medial ring was popping into that colt cunt and spreading it wide to the point Fear was sure he pulled a muscle down there, pain easing through the nerves as well as pleasure. The larger stallion was a little surprised he hadn't cum early, but it was probably due to the lack of mind games. He was loving how Fear's love tunnel rippled around his cock with every shank though.

After a moment Mac leaned forward, dropping Fear onto the couch next to Amelio, and railing him against it, holding onto his hips like love handles, shunting into his piping with his oversized cock. Fear would be left gaping for a little while by the time Mac was done wrecking his ass. Pumping his hips into that onahole time and time again like a piston, forcing Fear to grunt, neigh, and whinny animalistically from the sheer sensual torment he was undergoing, on the cusp of climax just like his partner.

Amelio was the first to orgasm, her guts seizing up and squishing together inside of her abdomen rather pleasantly, her legs trembling, toes curling and spreading, before a second later her snatch spasmed and released a torrential stream of feminine brine. It squirted long and hard, lasting for seconds upon seconds. Amelio's body rocked back and forth, shaking like she was having a seizure, one eye dimming and the other deviating to the side, her face a nasty snarl of pleasure as she ruined the carpet with her ejaculations, a steady stream of femcum that lasted for at least a minute, her head swimming and her legs sore from tensing up so hard.

The next to orgasm was Fear, even more of a hair trigger than Mac usually was. Meanwhile the room was basked in the scent of pheromones and sex, filling the trio's lungs and bleeding into their circulatory system, seeping into their brains and tainting them. Fear felt a natural born fire at the base of his cock, an uncomfortable yearning traveling up his hot rod and making his orgasm all the sweeter as he erupted with virile strands of stringy nut slime that soaked into the couch cushions. Amelio felt a yearning of her own, though it was more like a void in the depths of her womb, warmth radiating outward from her cunt like she couldn't get enough of a reaming, the nerves buzzing and making her mindlessly massage her snatch.

Lights were flicking on in their heads like they'd never experienced before, every orgasm more potent and intense than the last. Fear's asshole squelched down around Mac's cock during his orgasm, which fired off the larger stallion. Mac speared Fear one final time, getting as deep as he could, taking him for all he was worth, and shooting his load so hard Fear's entire body melted from the sensation of steaming hot dick milk pouring into his love canal. Fear felt every single shot from Mac's package with every second, ropes and ribbons of congenital genital fluid spewing into him like raw sewage, sclorching into him incessantly, sliding off his walls, congealing in his stomach, and some of it blowing back out of his ass, down Mac's thighs, and pooling on the ground between his feet, getting all over the carpet.

They'd need a shampooer for that. But one thing at a time.

Fear and Mac continued trickling inordinate amounts of seed, Mac into Fear's depths, and Fear all over the emerald cushions. If Fear had found that load in his egg pouch he'd be intimate with the feeling of pregnancy within a few weeks. All of it felt like magma inside of him, and his hypersensitive cock just kept swabbing along the couch from Mac's continued bucking in order to milk himself of every last drop.

Mac finally reached the end of his orgasm, his face forming an ahegao once more, still and nearly lifeless, as he eventually leaned forward and fell on top of Fear, crushing his body against the couch with his passed out body, all while the larger stallion's cock continued to ooze out cum until it was just a lame burble.

“Ughgghhghg,” was all Fear could say in the moment, his jaw hanging open but not yet unconscious, just fading in and out of awareness.

Brother and sister were left as twitchy messes, occasionally jerking to the side, their jaws spasming from neurotic bliss. Their bodies screaming at them for mercy. Heads ringing from shellshock like air raid sirens.

Everything spun around them, all three of them smiling like idiots, eyes glassed over.