To ensure the Orange line will continue, Aunt Orange chooses Big Mac as a donor. A very hands on donor.
The Oranges are very prideful of their high status, and plan to keep this going with their offspring. Unfortunately, a complication has caused them to hit a snag.
Luckily, Aunt Orange has a plan after learning some new information. And that idea will require the help of her favorite, handsome, strapping nephew. Big Mac.
"Ugh! Fuck me" Citrus Orange droned to herself in great annoyance, absentmindedly stirring the umbrella in her mimosa at the table. "Seriously, I'm ready to take any virile stallion who will fuck me silly and put a bun in my oven."
She actually didn't have too much trouble with the former. Sliced Orange did fairly well in that department, it was part of why their marriage being arranged was the only part about it she hated. Thankfully they'd both known each other beforehand, and were even dating, which their families saw as a stroke of luck. The bad luck unfortunately came in the latter department.
While not the richest in wealth, or highest in class, the Oranges were no commoners. They could afford a nicer than average place and clothes, fine food, and socialized with quite a few other ponies of similar status and wealth. With that came the expectation of continuing the family line.
Citrus and Sliced were more than happy to try and fulfill that expectation, but a visit to the doctor after a shocking amount of time with no results revealed this was not to be. Sliced was sterile. All that time, no matter how fun, was wasted effort.
A search for alternatives bared no fruit either. There was plenty of potions for enhancement and increased production, but the sperm needed to work in the first place. A donor from one of their friend's families was out of the question. Half wanted some sort of business agreement, and the other half were the ones Citrus barely tolerated as friends. No way she was gonna have one of their foals in her. And she wouldn't dare go to a clinic for a donation from some rando commoner.
There was one other idea, one of their earliest, that they thought would be a sure thing. But that lead to a dead end upon further investigation. Or so they thought.
"Sweetie! The relative option!" Sliced exclaimed as he burst through the door of the dining room.
"We already looked into that, Sliced" Citrus replied in exasperation, her eyes still on her mimosa. "The law made by Celestia states that only alicorns and non-pony species with a very low population can partake in incest within Equestria for the purpose of reproduction."
"You're right, but we weren't looking at the current version!"
"What do you mean?" she asked, finally looking up and noticing that he had a book tucked under his arm.
"Remember how I had that dream a few days ago?"
"How could I forget?" she asked slyly. "The ones that give you your night time visitors are my favorites."
"Well what I didn't tell you was that it was, weirdly enough, in a library. I happened to be walking by it today and had this gut feeling to go inside. I started thinking about our problem, wandered into the law section, and I discovered a new edition of the book we checked had replaced the old one" he explained as he pulled that very book out from under his arm to show her.
"The law has an addendum!"
"An addendum?"
"Yes! A very recent one" Sliced continued as he sat down next to his wife and opened the book to flip to the law's page. "Only three years ago, and our library rarely updates the law section because there hasn't been a lot of changes for a while.
"Look here" Sliced pointed on the page, his now very interested wife intently following his finger. "The Amore Addendum. It was proposed by Princess Cadance, and both Celestia and Luna approved it. In simple terms, it says that incest between non alicorn ponies is allowed so long as the involved ponies are doing it to make a foal or foals, are not involved in a relationship past that, they both sign a form confirming this, and of course are of legal age. And this information won't be shared with anyone else, unless the involved ponies wish it.
"There's also something about getting a clean bill of health, but that's only required for direct relatives like siblings, parents, or grandparents.”
"So, this means...?"
"We can get you a stallion to stud you, Citrus!" Sliced said joyously.
"And you're absolutely sure about this?" Citrus asked with slight worry in her voice.
"I checked with the library to make sure the book was real and our lawyer to make sure the addendum was. It's legitimate. There's already up to fifty confirmed cases."
"Oh my gosh, Sliced, this is wonderful!" Citrus exclaimed as she leapt out of her chair and hugged her husband tightly.
"It sure is, my dear. It sure is. Well you don't have any siblings, so we don't have to deal with that bill of health. Anyone you had in mind? Maybe one of your Tangerine cousins? Or a Grapefruit? I'd be iffy about one of the Lemons."
"Oh no, I know just who I want for this" Citrus replied with a confident smirk. "But we'll talk about that after."
"After what?"
"After you strip me naked and plow me right here on the table" Citrus said as she stepped away a from her husband and sat on the edge of the table, spreading her legs and pulling up her skirt to show her moistened panties. "You earned it." She then downed the rest of her mimosa and flung the plastic cup into the sink. "It won't make any foals, but it's still a lot of fun."
"It sure is, my dear" Sliced said with a mischevious smile as he quickly removed his pants and underwear and his wife's skirt and panties. "It sure is."
"Now Big Mac, Bloom, I wantcha on yer best behavior, ya hear? Mind yer manners at the table, clean up after yerselves, and offer ta help before they ask ya to."
"Granny" Apple Bloom whined in both annoyance and amusement. "Big Mac's a full grown stallion, and I'm almost a mare. We know how to behave. Ain't that right, Big Mac?"
"Eeyup" her brother replied. The whole Apple family was at the train station, Apple Bloom and Big Mac carrying suitcases for their trip to Manehattan.
"You certainly do" Applejack chimed in. "But we're a lot more lenient on the farm. Aunt and Uncle Orange are of a more proper class" she said in her best Rarity voice, making the others chuckle. "That means things like no loud belching at the dinner table, Mac. And no leaving your drawers on the bathroom floor after a shower, little sis."
"Applejack!" Apple Bloom stressed through gritted teeth as she jutted forward and smashed her hand over her sister's mouth. "Other ponies can hear you!"
"That right there" Applejack replied as she very easily pulled her sister's hand away. "That should be your attitude with your aunt and uncle. You should want them to know about that just as much as you want other ponies knowing. Not at all."
"Understood. Now please promise me you won't say that in public ever again."
"Start picking them up more often and you got a deal." Apple Bloom huffed in response and turned around to watch for the train, to her family's amusement. "Now both of you make sure to tell us all about that fancy shindig when you get back. It may not be my type of get together, but it's still nice to hear about."
"And make sure ya thank em too. Yer aunt and uncle are being awful generous inviting the two of ya to this...what was it again? Family Buffet?" Granny Smith wondered out loud while stroking her chin.
"Banquet, Granny" Applejack corrected. "Family Banquet. And don't forget to talk up the farm, too. I know it's not your strong suit Big Mac, but in a city like Manehattan at such a fancy event, there's bound to be somepony interested in investing."
"Eeyup" Big Mac replied with a firm nod.
"Whoop, looks like the train's here" Applejack said as they heard its whistle and wheels. "Which means Apple Bloom can stop wearing a hole in the floor" she said, calling attention to her sister shifting her legs excitedly, her hooves scuffing the wood.
Apple Bloom stopped at Applejack's words, and rubbed her head bashfully while blushing. "Sorry about that. I'm just so excited! I'm gonna thank Aunt and Uncle Orange twice for inviting Babs. I haven't seen her in forever! We have so much catching up to do."
"Catching up. Right" Applejack said smugly under her breath while slightly nudging Granny, who covered her mouth to suppress a chuckle. "Make sure not to use up all your time catching up with your cousin. Remember you're visiting your Aunt and Uncle, not her."
"No promises!" Apple Bloom exclaimed before quickly giving her sister and grandma each a quick hug. "Bye! See ya in four days!" she exclaimed as she practically charged into the train, the ticket taker just barely grabbing her ticket.
"Young love" Applejack said with a roll of her eyes. "I can trust you to keep an eye on her, Mac?"
"Eeyup."
"And we're trusting her to keep an eye on you" Granny Smith said, pointing an authoritative finger at her grandson. "Just cuz you and Sugar Belle have this new fangled open relationship doesn't mean we wantcha coming back with news of a new foal on the way. I know how easy those Manehatten mares can be.
"No new foals allowed on the farm until I'm in the ground. I served my time with you three, I won't serve anymore. Got it?" she asked with her patented Granny scowl.
"E-Eyup" Big Mac stuttered after gulping.
"Come on, Mac!" Apple Bloom called out the window of her seat. "Babs is-! I mean, Manehattan is waiting!"
"You better get on that train before it leaves without you. See ya in four days, big brother." The first day of their visit was for arriving and settling in, the second was to explore Manehattan a bit, the third for the banquet, and the fourth for their return home.
Applejack hugged her brother before giving Granny a chance.
"See ya" Big Mac said after hugging them both, waving good bye as he boarded the train.
Big Mac and Apple Bloom exited the train at the Manehattan train station and immediately spotted their aunt and uncle not too far way.
"Aunt and Uncle Orange!" Apple Bloom said excitedly as she ran to them, Big Mac following at a moderate walk. She dropped her suitcase and practically leapt onto them, hugging both of them at the waist.
"Oof!" they both huffed, almost getting knocked over by their excited niece. "Why, who is this beautiful, young mare?!" Citrus said enthusiastically as she hugged Apple Bloom back with one arm. "This can't possibly be Apple Bloom."
"Last time we saw our niece she was barely a school filly" Sliced chimed in while also hugging her. "Didn't even have her cutie mark yet."
"That's because you haven't see me in years!" Apple Bloom exclaimed, giggling at their playfulness. "Thanks so much for inviting me and Big Mac to the city for the Family Banquet!"
"Well we were feeling generous, and forlorn for our favorite niece and nephew" Sliced claimed.
"Speaking of, where is your-? gasp My goodness!" Citrus exclaimed when she looked up and saw Big Mac. "Who is this, tall, muscular, mare magnet of a stallion?! Big Mac, is that really you?!"
"Eeyup" Big Mac affirmed with a light blush at her compliments, setting down his bag.
"Well don't just stand there, give your aunt a hug!" Citrus exclaimed, spreading her arms invitingly. Big Mac walked to her and gave her a not too strong hug, though it seemed even that was a little too much as he felt her shake slightly. He loosened his hold, holding her carefully.
He couldn't help but notice how soft and comfortable her breasts felt pressed against his chest. And they had already drawn his attention when he saw how she was dressed. While in a simple shirt and pants, both different shades of orange than her coat, they were still form fitting enough to make her figure hard not to notice. D cup breasts and prominent hips that could hypnotize if she were on a dance floor. And of course she wore her signature jeweled necklace, the perfect excuse for one's eyes to be drawn to that general area.
It wasn't the first time he'd taken notice of her either. While they rarely visited each other, they always sent a Hearth's Warming card, and from her dress choices, Aunt Orange was clearly not cleavage shy. With each card that came after he reached his teen years, the quicker he was to seek her out in it. And eventually snag a few old ones out of the trash. For not too pure purposes. Thankfully, their very rare in-person interactions actually made Big Mac feel a lot less awkward about his attraction to her.
"Well look at you, son!" Sliced said, making his wife and nephew break up their hug sooner than either had wished. "Let me get one of those, see how strong you are! Oof! Okay! No more!" Sliced exclaimed when Big Mac obliged his request. "Damn! All that farm work really pays off. And of course it doesn't hurt to have looks with those muscles. Look at you! You probably have to beat mares off with a stick" he said, impressed.
"I'm pretty sure they'd welcome anything he does to them with his stick, Sliced" Citrus said implicitly, making her husband chuckle and Big Mac's cheeks turn a deeper shade of red.
"Ew! Aunty! I already have an embarrassing family member back home! I don't need another!" Apple Bloom exclaimed, making her relatives laugh. "Hey, where's Babs? I thought she'd be here too."
"Oh, she hadn't made it to the house yet when we left. But she should be there by now" Sliced explained. "Our butler or maid should've let her in. Don't worry, we know you two are excited to see one another. That's why we have this taxi cart here waiting" he said, gesturing to the nearby vehicle with its puller stallion waiting.
"Well let's get going then! We don't wanna keep her waiting!" Apple Bloom exclaimed as she picked up her suitcase and ran to the taxi.
"She's really excited to see her cousin, isn't she?" Sliced asked with a chuckle as they walked to the cart.
"You have no idea" Big Mac replied.
"Oh, I think we have some idea" Citrus replied with a smirk, nudging her husband with her elbow, making Big Mac's eyes go wide. "Babs's mom gets pretty chatty after a martini. Or three" she explained.
The Oranges and Apples got in their taxi and made their way to the former's house, the driver giving Apple Bloom a stern look when she asked if he could go any faster. They arrived and Sliced gave the driver a generous tip for his trouble.
The Apple siblings stared at the house in wonder, having never actually been to it. It was basically a small manor, an impressive garden on either side. They were even more surpised when they went in. The interior was practically the same design as Canterlot Castle's ballroom, even including a central stairway to the second floor. They didn't even register the butler greeting them.
"Wow. I never thought I'd see a house that reminded me of the Grand Galloping Gala" Apple Bloom said with wonder out loud.
"Eeyup" Big Mac agreed with equal wonder.
"Oh you flatter us, you two!" Citrus gushed. "We wanted to evoke a similar feel, but to be actually compare to the royal castle. We chose the right architect."
"No kidding. How many rooms are in this place?"
"Four bedrooms, three bathrooms, two upstairs and one down, a dining hall, a kitchen, and a kitchenette" Sliced listed off. "Not including the attic and wine cellar of course."
"Wow, I think I might ask Applejack and Granny if I can stay here" Apple Bloom said.
"Aw, but your visits wouldn't be as special if you're just a few blocks away, cuz."
Apple Bloom spun around with a gasp and saw Babs standing in the door way leading to the kitchenette. She immediately dropped her bag and practically sprinted to her. "Babs!"
"Hey, Bloom! Ha ha!" Babs chuckled joyously, catching her cousin in a hug and lifting her off the ground.
"Whoa!"
Big Mac, Citrus and Sliced looked on in amusement as the two cousins greeted each other, Apple Bloom blushing, not expecting Babs to have lifted her. "Ah, young love" Citrus said wistfully, out of her nieces range of hearing.
"What's up, Big Mac?" Babs greeted her older cousin with a fist bump after her and Apple Bloom finished greeting each other. "Ow! Are those hands or bricks?" she joked as she shook her hand in faux pain.
"Well, why don't the three of you settle in before we have dinner? You have your pick of bedroom. Oh, except for one that's being recarpeted. Two of you will have to share."
"Me and Babs/Bloom can share!" the two young mares exclaimed simultaneously.
"Whatever you'd like, dears" Citrus replied joyfully, pretending not to notice their light embarrassment. "I bet you want to have some girl talk away from the guy, right?" she said with a playful wink.
"Girl talk, yup. That's what we wanna do. Lots and lots of talking" Babs replied as she wrapped an arm around Apple Bloom's waist, making her cousin blush. "I just got here but I managed to get a look at the rooms. I think I know which one will suit us, cuz. Let me show ya." Babs took Apple Bloom's hand and started leading her up the stairs, the latter picking up her suitcase on the way.
"Dinner should be ready in ten minutes or less, Sir and Madame Orange" the butler informed, causing the two young mares to stop halfway up the stairs.
"So soon?" Apple Bloom asked, slightly dejected. "I was hoping to catch up with Babs for a bit."
"Ah, don't sweat it, Bloom. We got plenty of time to catch up" Babs reassured her cousin. She then leaned in to whisper something in her ear.
"Babs!" Apple Bloom hissed through her teeth, lightly smacking her cousin's arm. "W-We'll make sure to be down in ten, guys!" she stammered before her and Babs continued to their room.
"Well, looks like you get the room right next to ours, Big Mac" Sliced said as he patted Big Mac on the back. "Don't worry, they all have queen size beds. You should have plenty of room."
"Thanks, Uncle Orange. I'll go get settled in and come down for lunch" Big Mac said, picking up his suitcase and heading for the stairs.
"Oh, just one thing" Sliced called out. "We had a small slip up with the design of the house. You and the girls are gonna have to take a short walk down the hall to the two bathrooms. And it's a little dark at night, so if you get up to use the bathroom, you might pick the wrong door on the way back. We certainly did when we first got this place" he said with a chuckle.
"I still remember when we'd wake up in different beds" Citrus said with a chuckle.
"Alright, I'll keep that in mind" Big Mac replied with a chuckle before continuing up the stairs.
Once their nephew was in his room, Sliced and Citrus smiled at each other and hooked their pinkies together in triumph.
After settling in and having dinner, during which everyone was certain Babs and Apple Bloom were playing hoofsies, Big Mac and Apple Bloom offered to help with the dishes. Sliced and Citrus tried to dissuade them, urging that they should treat this as a vacation, but they weren't hearing it.
The maid and butler were more than pleased to recieve the help. Big Mac and the butler washed while the maid, Apple Bloom, and Babs dried. The latter decided to pitch in to not seem like a free loader. They got done in half the time the maid and butler took, resulting in them being relieved of duty early.
They finished the night by laying on some comfy furniture in the impressive backyard and admiring Luna's night sky. This used to be nearly impossible to do in the city. Princess Luna corrected that almost immediately after her return.
Later, while they all slumbered, Big Mac found himself blessed with one of his favorite dreams, cuddling with Sugar Belle. He often had this one whenever they weren't sleeping in the same bed, which had been frequent at the start of their relationship when she didn't visit as much. It was actually part of why they agreed to an open relationship, and they both found it so agreeable that they continued it even after their time together increased.
Naturally, he was the big spoon. While they both had no complaints about her hugging him like one would a giant teddy bear, they always felt more comfortable the opposite way. And that was true even in his dreams.
He lightly rubbed her stomach with his hands, eliciting pleased hums and content shifting. She eventually took each of his hands in her own, directing one to her thigh, and the other beneath her nightie to her breasts. Seemed it was gonna be his extra favorite dream, including Sugar Belle wearing something she usually didn't. He stroked her thigh, paying special attention to her cutie mark, and gingerly fondled her breasts, his palm and fingers lightly rubbing her nipples.
"Mm, baby."
Her voice sounded different, more so than usual. It never sounded exactly the same in his dreams, but it was usually just slightly different. This time it almost sounded like another mare, a drowsy one. He paid it no mind, nuzzling her neck and planting a few kisses. Even in his dreams it was rare that Sugar Belle wore perfume, but he wasn't complaining. He felt her tail flick between his legs, teasing his stallionhood to attention. It went between her legs and lightly pressed against her warm marehood.
"Ooh, looks like someone wants to play" the voice almost slurred. Big Mac chuckled lightly, the breath from his nostrils tickling her. "Mm hm hmm. Not complaining, but what's got you in the mood, Sliced?"
Hearing his uncle's name made Big Mac pause. His mind started to clear, and he realized he was not in fact dreaming, but half awake. And he was not alone in his bed. There was a mare he strongly suspected was not his marefriend. He slowly opened his eyes as his mind cleared a little more, and with the small amount of moonlight coming from the window, he saw the very recognizable shape and color of his Aunt Orange's bee hive hairdo.
"Mm, babe, why'd you stop?" she said drowsily as she shifted a bit. This made Big Mac's eyes widen, not just at the realization of who he'd been touching, but because her movement caused her marehood to rub the top of his erect dick. It seemed Aunt Orange liked to go au naturale, at least below the waist.
Holy shit! Big Mac thought to himself. She must've gone to the bathroom and come in here by accident. Guess they still get mixed up a sometimes. Let me see if I can-
"Sliced, what's wrong? Keep going" Citrus urged when she felt Big Mac start to pull away, pinning his wrist with her body and holding the other with her hand.
Damn. I don't wanna wake her. She'd be mortified if she realized what was happening. Or kick me out, thinking I'm some kind of pervert. Or probably both.
"Still upset about the news?"
That gave Big Mac a mental pause. News?
"Honey, you know I don't care if you can give me a foal or not."
That made his eyebrows raise in surprise. Uncle Orange is sterile?
"Besides, isn't that why we invited Big Mac?" Now he was confused and alarmed. She couldn't possibly mean...
Incest was legal in Equestria, but with more exceptions than inclusions. It was why Apple Bloom and Babs (poorly) tried to hide their relationship. One of the big exceptions was making foals with anything less than a second cousin, and aunts were among those in the lesser category.
"We just need to talk to him. Tell him about the Amore Addendum."
The what?
"And it'll just be a one time thing. I'll still be yours" Citrus assured the stallion she seemed to think was her husband. "To prove it to you, you don't have to do anything anymore. I'll give you a treat" she said suggestively as she started to move her lower half back and forth, slowly stroking his cock.
Big Mac's mind was swimming in a sea of confusion, and it was now currently in a section with a high concentration of conflicted arousal. On the one hand, he felt he should put a stop to what was currently going on. On the other, he was immensely curious as to what his aunt had mentioned.
She could've been referring to him as a sperm donor, but then why would she need to assure her husband that she'd still be his? He could only think of one reason, and it made him think that she might not be too appalled about what was currently happening.
And there was one other thing. The fact that he had fantasized about this sort of thing before, though not to this extent. And now he was getting a chance to actually experience it.
Despite his strong suspicion of what she wanted to do with him, knowingly, he was still certain she'd be incredibly embarrassed to discover the truth right now. And as she continued stroking him and guiding up his hands in fondling her soft, bountiful tits, he couldn't deny that it felt amazing.
Maybe it's best to let her keep thinking I'm Uncle Sliced.
"Okay?" she asked hopefully.
"Okay" he whispered into her ear.
"Mm, there we go" Citrus said as she felt him relax. She started to press down on his cock with each forward stroke.
As Big Mac started to lose himself in his pleasure, memories of past fantasies and dreams resurfaced. Staring at the Hearth's Warming photos and imagining everypony but her fading away, her still image suddenly coming to life, giving him a seductive look and pulling her dress down or open to reveal her tits.
Imagining going on a beach trip and seeing her in the most revealing bikini, and then stripping it off to get a full body tan.
Dreams of her taking him to a clothing store and stripping down in front of him in the changing room, sometimes asking him to make sure the bras she picked were the right size by hands on comparison between them and her tits.
And now he really was feeling her tits! And they were better than he'd ever imagined or dreamed.
His hips started to rock slightly on instinct.
"Mm, there we go" Citrus said approvingly.
As his hips started to go faster, he nuzzled into her neck again and got another whiff of her latent perfume. It smelled like fresh orange juice, but intoxicating. He didn't even realize time was passing.
Big Mac felt his balls start to churn, and he started to panic. He hadn't thought this far ahead. He didn't want to make a mess, not just because of the clean up, but because it would surely tip his aunt off.
Forunately, it seemed luck was on his side. Citrus reached toward the nightstand after feeling Big Mac's cock twitch a few times and shoved her hand into a box of tissues, pulling out a huge wad and placing it over his tip.
"There ya go, honey. Let it all out. We don't have to worry about any mess."
Big Mac didn't dare risk speaking with how excited he was, so he gave her a thankful kiss on the cheek, halted his thrusting, and allowed himself to release.
"Mmf. Mmf! Mmf!" he grunted while doing his damnedest to keep his mouth shut. He was left huffing once he was done. He felt compelled to do what he did next. He kissed his aunt's cheek and whispered "Thank you."
"You're welcome, hun" she replied as she turned slightly to give him a quick peck on the lips. Big Mac's eyes widened when she turned, fearing her eyes would be open. Thankfully, they weren't.
His eyes stayed wide after she kissed him. She then climbed out of the bed and made her way to the door, holding the wad of tissues made into a pocket with her fingertips, and holding out her free hand to find the door. "I'm gonna go throw this away. I won't be mad if you're asleep when I get back. It's late and you did just use up some energy."
Big Mac laid wide awake in bed after his aunt left and made her way to the bathroom. He was still in disbelief about what he learned and what just happened. He bolted up into a sitting position when he heard the clip clop of her hooves from outside getting closer. Her steps made it to his door, and kept going, stopping shortly after. He listened carefully and heard a door opening and closing.
Big Mac collapsed back on his bed, releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding, thanking Luna (or whichever princess was looking down on him) that his aunt had closed the door when she left the room. I'm gonna have to try and figure this out, tomorrow. Maybe have a talk with the two of them. Or maybe I should wait for them to come to me. Either way, I gotta look into this Amore Addendum Aunt Orange mentioned first. He released a big yawn, suddenly feeling the drain of energy from his aunt's treat. Right now, I need some shut eye.
Big Mac closed his eyes and got comfortable, doing his best to shut out the swarming thoughts currently plaguing him. He finally silenced his mind enough by focussing on one thing that allowed him to relax. How soft and sweet his aunt's lips were in that brief moment of connection.
Said mare was currently in her proper bedroom, reporting to her husband, who was as wide awake as she was. "The seed's been planted. Now let's see if he'll want to plant his seed."
The next morning, Big Mac did his best to act like what happened last night didn't. Thankfully it seemed Aunt Orange was completely unaware, as well as Uncle. She made small, flirtatious gestures towards her husband, which he didn't seem at all surprised by. Maybe Uncle woke up and they had some fun, Big Mac thought to himself. Or maybe they always flirt in the morning.
They had breakfast in the dining room, the maid and butler having come early to prepare it. Apple Bloom and Babs came down at the same time, side by side in their pajamas. Once those two were brought together, they were practically joined at the hip. Big Mac nearly checked to see if their ankles were tied together.
It seemed Babs's mother had not imparted the same kind of rules Granny and Applejack did, her bed head and disheveled sleep wear in contrast to her cousin's combed mane and smoothed out pjs. Thankfully, Aunt and Uncle Orange paid it no mind, even despite the fact they they were already dressed for the day.
While they ate, Big Mac couldn't help sneaking glances at his aunt, who was wearing essentially the same thing she wore the day before. He recalled how she looked at him and her compliments when they'd arrived. Tall, muscular, mare magnet.
After last night, he was certain there was more truth behind them than the usual kind of compliments from a family member. He could've sworn he saw her stealing glances toward him as well, his arms on display thanks to his sleeping undershirt.
It was one thing to be attracted to her, but to know it was mutual and beyond that, it made him even more drawn to her.
"Subtle."
"Huh?" All three of the visiting family member said at their aunt's word. Big Mac thought he had been caught staring, and was relieved to see his aunt was addressing his sister and cousin.
"You could've wiped that drop of syrup from your cousin's cheek onto your napkin instead of licking it up, Babs" Citrus teased.
"What? I didn't want to waste it" Babs said in a convincingly earnest tone. "I'm sure you and Uncle pay for the good stuff. Just cuz you're loaded doesn't mean you should see your money go to waste."
"We do buy some pretty good syrup" Sliced admitted.
"Well just make sure not to make a habit of it. You don't want to be seen doing that with your cousin in public, do you?"
"I...what?!" Apple Bloom said, who'd had her head lowered bashfully the whole time but now had it raised, her eyes wide in alarm.
"You're practically a grown mare, Apple Bloom. You don't want ponies to see you being treated like a filly in public, right?" Citrus replied as she focussed on her food and continued eating.
"Oh! Y-Yeah, right. Of course. Of course that's what you meant" Apple Bloom said with a nervous chuckle before lowering her head and returning to her breakfast. Babs meanwhile eyed her aunt suspiciously before following suit. Big Mac had to suppress a chuckle when he saw his aunt look at the two with a smirk.
Once they all finished their breakfast, Citrus and Sliced surprised their visitors by informing them that they'd volunteered them all to help set up the ball room where the banquet was being held. They assured them that it wouldn't be too much work, mostly decorations, chairs, and tables; and the sooner they finished, the faster they could go out and explore Manehattan.
Babs grumbled a bit about having to work while on vacation, until Citrus pointed out her and Apple Bloom could work together and leave together.
The Apples and Babs got dressed and accompanied their aunt and uncle to a mansion made specifically for renting out its numerous ballrooms and a few banquet halls. Big Mac and Apple Bloom were once again in awe. Babs had a more...city response.
"Wow, get a load of this fancy joint! I bet you could have a wedding and a funeral at the same time." Apple Bloom snickered at her cousin's remark, Big Mac chuckled, and Citrus and Sliced had a hearty laugh, finding their niece's demeanor charming.
Apple Bloom and Babs were put on chair duty, Big Mac and Sliced were on tables and their cloths, and Citrus set up the decorations. Luckily, everything was marked with different colored tape strips.
Babs and Apple Bloom chit chatted as they worked, catching up on their own events. Big Mac unintentionally made a display of his strength by hefting two rectangular food tables on his shoulder at a time, and carrying each round table almost single handedly. His uncle was impressed.
"I knew you were strong, but not that strong! Leave some for me though, I could use the work out."
"Sure thing, Uncle Sliced" Big Mac replied with a chuckle before lifting two more food tables.
"Oh my."
Big Mac turned toward the distant sounding whisper and saw his aunt quickly turn her head away. He managed to catch a glimpse of red on her cheeks. He smiled and resumed carrying the tables to their destination, purposely flexing his arms. A short while later, she called out to him and his uncle.
"Oh boys, could one of you hold this ladder for me while I put up these streamers? It seems a little rickety to me."
"You go ahead, Mac" Sliced insisted. "I got this, and I'm sure you wouldn't mind a break."
Truthfully, Big Mac was barely working up a sweat, but he accepted the reprieve. He went to his aunt, who thanked him before starting to ascend the ladder. He held onto it as requested until she came down. They then moved to the next spot and repeated the process as they moved along the wall.
Big Mac had been looking around aimlessly while holding the ladder, until his aunt asked him something. "Oh, Big Mac, I'm gonna have to stretch a little to reach this last spot. Would you keep an eye on me in case I slip?"
"Eeyup."
"Thank you, dear." Citrus then started to lean to the right to try and reach the spot, lifting her left leg in the process. Big Mac's eyes widened.
His aunt was wearing a skirt, and her outstretched leg was spreading it out, giving him a clear view of her panties. They were a light green, similar to an orange leaf, and the way they were holding her ass cheeks were a perfect eye catcher.
He tried to make himself look away, but what he could've sworn was the faint outline of her marehood kept his eyes where they were. Her tail raised slightly, pulling up her skirt and giving him a better view of her ass. His mouth almost started to water.
"There we go" Citrus said as she finally attached the streamer and lowered her leg, which made Big Mac finally tear his eyes away from that specific spot. As his aunt climbed down, he prayed that his natural red was hiding his burning cheeks.
"Oh!" Citrus exclaimed as one of her hooves slipped on the edge of a step, causing her to fall backward.
Big Mac had stepped back when she started climbing down, and he bolted forward when he saw her slip. He caught her in his hands, one on her back, and the other on her ass. As he held her, he couldn't help but remember how nice and plush her cutie mark area had felt.
"Oh my goodness. Clumsy me" Citrus lightly chuckled in amusement and relief. She joined her hands behind her nephew's neck for support. "Thank you for catching me, Big Mac. It wasn't that high, but I still could've hurt myself."
"N-No problem, Aunt Orange" he stammered a bit. He had to stop himself from dropping her when he realized that the way his hand was on her ass had caused his thumb to slip between her cheeks, and touch her marehood through her skirt. He gently set her down, doing his best not to apply any pressure with his thumb, and hope she didn't call attention to it.
"Dear, are you alright?" Sliced said in slight worry as he rushed to his wife.
"Yes, don't worry honey, I'm fine. All thanks to Big Mac. If he weren't here I could've gotten hurt. Not that badly, but maybe enough that I'd have to skip the banquet. I wouldn't want to limp from a sprained ankle at such an event. And I wouldn't get to dance!"
"It's a good thing you were here, son."
"Aw, it was nothing, Uncle Sliced."
"I think we should ask for his help more often, Sliced" Citrus suggested. "In fact, maybe now is the time to ask him..." she trailed off, hoping her husband would catch on. "Regarding the adden-"
"Not yet, sweetie" he cut her off, sparking Big Mac's interest. "I think we should wait a little more. After all, our nephew has earned himself a long break. Here you go, Big Mac" he said as he produced a small bag of bits and handed them to his nephew. "An extra treat from us. Go out in the city and spend them on whatever you like. I don't wanna hear any 'I can't accept' out of you."
"If you insist" Big Mac replied with a chuckle as he took the bag. "Thanks, uncle." He started heading for the door, a destination already in mind. One most wouldn't expect of him.
"I can guarantee you'd never hear me rejecting such a kind and generous gift, my handsome and most favorite uncle" Babs said from behind Citrus and Sliced, making them both turn around. "Me and Bloom finished setting up all those chairs by the way. Took us a bit of time, but it's worth it just to help the you two out."
Apple Bloom was a short distance away, covering her eyes and shaking her head. Were it not for her smile, one might think she were embarrassed or disapproving of her cousin's behavior.
"Well" Sliced replied with a chuckle "I'd say that merits a reward too." He produced another, slightly bigger bag. "Enough for the two of you. Go out and have some well earned fun."
"Hell yeah! Thanks you guys! Come on Bloom!" Babs exclaimed as she took her cousin's hand and started leading her to the door.
"Thanks, Aunt and Uncle Orange!" Apple Bloom said as she was pulled along.
"Hold it, you two" Big Mac said, stopping them in their tracks. "I promised AJ and Granny I'd keep an eye on you, Bloom. I think I should go with you."
"Aw, come on, Mac" Babs replied in exasperation. "We're both almost eighteen, and your little sister's gonna be with me."
That's part of what I'm worried about, Big Mac thought snarkishly.
"I've lived in Manehattan my whole life, I know the safe areas from the dangerous. And we both know how to handle ourselves. We'll be perfectly safe."
"Oh, let them have their own little adventure, Big Mac" Citrus said. "Besides, from what I've heard, Apple Bloom is more than well versed in going off on her own. And Babs has a point. I'm sure if they run into any trouble, they can get out of it."
The two young mares exchanged a look and nodded. They then placed their hands together in a pleading gesture, made their eyes as wide as possible, and said "Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaase?" They also puffed out their lower lips and made them tremble.
Big Mac half rolled his eyes, having developed an immunity to this sort of tactic a while ago, but he knew they'd keep doing it. He breathed in and exhaled with a sputter. "Fine, go ahead. But be back before dark. And you better not tell Granny or AJ about this."
"Thanks, big brother! My lips are sealed!" Apple Bloom exclaimed as she gave him a quick hug before grabbing Babs's hand and pulling her out of the room.
"No promises!" Babs called out as she was lead away.
"Oh, the excitement of adolescence" Citrus said wistfully.
"Well, you're free to go wherever you wish, Big Mac. Enjoy your free time" Sliced said.
"I will. See you two later" Big Mac bid his aunt and uncle farewell as he left.
"So did he catch the show you gave him?"
"Are you kidding? I could feel his eyes on me. He may not know about the addendum yet, but I can tell he's interested. I saw him flexing toward me on purpose."
"Well, when he gets back we'll see if he decided to do some research. And if not, we'll fill him in, and hopefully convince him."
Big Mac walked through the city, occasionally going into a store or park, purchased lemonade from a vendor, but those were all detours towards his main destination. Whatever this Amore Addendum was, he'd surely learn about it in the library.
He found the desired structure, entered, and went to the computer to search the database. After few slightly embarrassing misspellings, he managed to identify the book that contained the knowledge he sought, and soon found it. He was quite surprised by what he learned.
Some time later, after taking time to process and think things over while also doing some more sight seeing, Big Mac returned to the Orange house. He was greeted by his aunt and uncle, who informed him that Babs and Apple Bloom had yet to return.
In this instance, he was actually glad to hear that, as this gave them an opportunity to talk. But he decided to let them initiate, so as not to make them think he was confronting them. After they allowed him to rest and refresh himself, they approached him.
"Big Mac?" Citrus said as she and Sliced entered the kitchenette where Big Mac had chosen to relax. "Your uncle and I were hoping we could talk to you about something" she said tentatively. "Something important, and kind of personal. Is that okay?"
"Eeyup." Big Mac gestured to some empty chairs on their side of the table. They took the invitation and sat down across from him.
"Before we talk, I was hoping you'd promise us that what we discuss stays between us three" Sliced requested.
"Eeyup."
"Thank you. Now, Big Mac. You may have noticed me and your aunt haven't had any children thus far. I know we don't really seem the parental type, but we have been wanting a foal. Unfortunately, we've encountered rather distressing dilemma."
"You're sterile" Big Mac replied bluntly, surprising the two of them. Then he surprised them even further. "And you want me to be a sort of donor."
"I..." Citrus trailed off, while Sliced remained stunned speechless. They weren't surprised about him knowing of course, but that he was being so blunt. They thought for sure he'd keep the fact that he knew to himself, or at least nervously reveal that he did once they talked to him.
"Y-Yes. How did you know?" Citrus asked after composing herself, maintaining the facade.
"You kind of wandered into my room by mistake last night, and you talked in your sleep, or while you were half asleep. You thought I was Uncle Sliced."
"Oh my goodness, how embarrassing! I didn't do anything else, did I?" she asked, testing him.
"You did get a little touchy feely with me." Not exactly a lie. "I don't remember much else, I was half asleep myself, thought I was dreaming of Sugar Belle for a bit."
"Oh I'm so sorry, Big Mac."
"It's okay, Aunt Citrus. It was an honest mistake. And truthfully, I didn't mind all that much. In relation to that, you also mentioned the Amore Addendum. I went to the library earlier and looked into it."
"Oh" Sliced replied. "So then...you know what sort of donor we were considering you as?"
"Eeyup. And I gave it some thought."
Citrus and Sliced looked at each other and back to Big Mac. "And?" they both asked hopefully. Big Mac didn't respond for a moment and showed no emotion, causing them some legitimate worry.
"I'll do it."
"Really?!" they both replied optimistically.
"Eeyup."
"You're okay with...having sex with me?" Citrus asked tentatively.
"Honestly, I'm a little more than okay with it" Big Mac replied while bashfully rubbing the back of his neck. "I've thought you were pretty attractive for a while, Aunt Citrus."
"Well, that's good to hear. The feeling is mutual, by the way" she said with a wink.
"I figured" Big Mac replied with a light chuckle. "But I have to ask. Are you okay with this, Uncle?"
"I am, actually" Sliced replied. "We discussed alternatives almost right away after we found out we would have to if we wanted a foal. Citrus said she preferred to achieve it the old fashioned way. And it wouldn't be the first time one of us has bedded another while we were together. We just laid down some ground rules and made some promises, and we agreed."
"So you two have an open relationship?"
"Not a very active one, but yes" Citrus clarified. "It's fun mixing things up a little."
"Funny. That's pretty much what me and Sugar Belle thought."
"Wait, you and Sugar Belle have a similar arrangement?"
"Eeyup."
"Does that mean this won't cause any problems between the two of you?" Sliced asked.
"We agreed that if one of us wants to keep some details secret, we can, as long as we still tell each other that something happened. We don't need to share who."
"Well, that's a relief" Citrus replied.
"Speaking of details, I think we should establish what we were thinking" Sliced said. "This will be a one time thing, one night of sex to try and conceive."
"Tomorrow night after the banquet, I'm guessing? I take it that's part of why you invited us to it. Everypony will be plenty tired and have plenty of drink, they might not catch Aunt Citrus leaving with another stallion. And even if they did, they don't know us."
"Smart boy. You'll bring your aunt back here while I stay behind with the girls. I'm sure they won't mind having less supervision for a bit. One last thing. If it doesn't take the first time, we were hoping you'd come back and try again."
"I'd have to think about it. And only after you tell me if it didn't work."
"We could do that" Citrus replied. "Whatever you're comfortable with."
"Well, it looks like we have a plan."
"We do. We do. We do" Citrus replied, still processing that the conversation had actually happened, and that it had gone as they'd hoped. "Sliced, it's actually happening! We're on our way to having a foal!" she exclaimed as she embraced her husband, her eyes watering.
"Yes we are, my dear. Yes, we are" Sliced said in an equally emotional tone.
"We haven't even done the deed yet, but we can't begin to thank you enough just for agreeing to this, Big Mac."
"What's family for?" Big Mac replied good naturedly. His aunt got up from her chair and walked around the table, approaching him with a grateful smile and open arms. He stood and welcomed her embrace, hugging her firmly but gently. They stayed like that for a moment, one of his hands slowly rubbing her back up and down.
"You know you can get a feel if you want" Citrus teased, wiggling her hips when his pinkie brushed the top of her ass. "I mean, you already got a pretty intimate feel when you caught me earlier."
Big Mac's eyes widened and his ears stood up. "Oh. You noticed that. I was kind of hoping you didn't" he said bashfully after pulling back to look at her.
"Oh, sweetie, there's no need to be embarrassed. You didn't plan to do it. Besides, you're gonna be doing a lot more than feeling me up tomorrow night" she said with a wink.
"Alright, dear. Don't scare the boy off by being too forward now. Save it for tomorrow. And we need to prepare our outfits."
"Oh, you're right, I almost forgot. I can't wait" she whispered in Big Mac's ear before pulling away. She blew him a kiss as she and Sliced left the kitchenette, leaving Big Mac redder than usual.
Apple Bloom and Babs returned home at sunset, a short while after Big Mac and the Orange's conversation. That earned them a light scolding from Big Mac for cutting it close with their agreed return time.
They didn't come back empty handed. They had purchased new outfits for the banquet with the bits they were given, per secret instruction of their aunt. They didn't show them off though, not even to each other, wishing to save them as surprise.
The next day, Citrus took her nieces to the spa, and Sliced took Big Mac to a special grooming salon, in preparation for the Family Banquet. They returned home about the same time and split off to get dressed, the two youngest using the bedroom and a bathroom to continue hiding their attire. Sliced took the opportunity to have Big Mac sign the necessary form, which Citrus already had.
Big Mac and Sliced came down first and waited at the foot of the stairs, both wearing fairly traditional tuxedoes that made them look dapper. Sliced looked handsome and very formal, well fit for a banquet.
Big Mac however looked downright gorgeous, the suit not doing much to hide his large frame. And while his mane was combed to be neater and trimmed, it was still about the same, but in a very good way.
It made him stand out as a pony who wasn't the formal type, despite how good he looked that way, and one any mare would love to get a look at without the suit.
"I'm pretty sure I should be worried about my wife falling for you, but I'm actually more concerned she'll have some competition at the banquet" Sliced said in slight amusement.
"Don't worry, Uncle. I'll do my best not to be distracted from her."
"Well, I'm not saying you can't talk to some mares, in fact it's probably a good idea so nopony gets suspicious. But yes, keep your eyes on the true prize for tonight."
"You wouldn't be referring to little old me, would you?"
Big Mac and Sliced turned around to see Citrus gradually coming down the steps. The former's jaw practically plunged into the wine cellar, and his eyes threatened to pop out, while the latter simply looked at him in amusement, having already seen her.
Citrus was wearing a backless, pear green dress, a strap around her neck holding up the pieces of fabric doing just a bit more than the bare minimum to hide her breasts. The bottom had slits on the sides, giving her legs more freedom, and they were high enough to nearly reveal whether she was wearing underwear or not. Big Mac mostly hoped that she was.
"My, what handsome stallions awaiting me" Citrus said as she got closer to the bottom, snapping Big Mac out of his stupor. "Is this my living room, or the set of a portrait shoot?
"So, Big Mac. What do you think?" she asked with a flutter of her eyelashes as she stopped descending, put a hand on her hip, and displayed some leg, most of her cutie mark showing.
Big Mac took a moment to get a look at the rest of her. Her hair was in its usual bee hive style, but with an added jeweled tiara that matched her still present necklace. Heels the same color as her dress adorned her hooves, having the desired effect of highlighting her legs. She went surprisingly sparse with her make up, only some light blush and lip gloss. She also wore earrings consisting of three jewels, their colors also matching her necklace.
"Wow, Aunt Citrus" Big Mac replied in wonder. "You sure do make that dress look pretty."
"Oh! Oh ho ho ho!" Citrus laughed in surprise. "Big Mac! I thought you farmed apples, not corn!" she guffawed as she descended the last of the stairs.
"He's not wrong, though, darling. You definitely compliment the dress more than it does you" Sliced said as he approached his wife and placed a hand on the small of her back and took one of hers with the other.
"Why thank you, dear" she replied before sharing a brief kiss with him. "And thank you too, Big Mac" she said as she approached her nephew. "It was incredibly corny, but still very appreciated." She raised herself on her hooves slightly and kissed him on the cheek.
Babs came down before Apple Bloom, wearing something unconventional and not what her aunt had in mind. A burgundy suit with a red shirt, which admittedly looked good on her. She acquiesced to tying her bow tie when Citrus nearly had a heart attack seeing it undone. And if it weren't for the fact that shoes weren't mandatory, Citrus would've been aghast seeing that she was going bare hoof.
"I'm ready" Apple Bloom announced from atop the stares, drawing her family's attention. She had gotten herself a beautiful, flowing red dress, and matching dress shoes. Both her and Babs went speechless and wide eyed upon seeing each other.
"Wow, cuz. You sure do make that dress look pretty."
Citrus snorted and covered her mouth to keep from exploding into laughter. Her nieces were too distracted by each other to notice.
"Th-Thanks, Babs" Apple Bloom said, a bashful blushing mess, brushing her hair behind her ear and fidgeting on her hooves. "You look really good in that suit."
"I know" Babs replied smugly.
"You two look so beautiful!" Citrus gushed. "You're sure to be asked to dance by more than a few young stallions or mares."
"I'd be fine being asked by just one" Babs said with a quick shift of her eyes towards Apple Bloom.
"Me too" Apple Bloom agreed, stealing a quick glance at her cousin.
"Well, we don't want to keep them waiting, do we? To the banquet, everypony!" Sliced announced dramatically as he walked to the door. The butler and maid quickly entered from the kitchen and walked to the doors to open them and bid the Oranges and Apples farewell. Sliced informed them that they had the rest of the night off and simply needed to lock up.
They proceeded to the banquet in a fancy service cart. It needed only to be longer to be considered a limo. On the way, Babs asked something that had slipped her and her cousin's' minds, why it was called the Family Banquet.
Sliced explained them that it was so called because attendants were to bring their family, and encouraged to bring their extended family. No pony younger than sixteen though.
“It’s really about family coming together for some fun.”
The Oranges and Apples arrived at the event mansion and found their way into the familiar ballroom, which was filled with many ponies and now had food and a classical quartet. Many eyes were drawn to them, mostly due to Citrus's dress, Babs's suit, and Big Mac. He mostly attracted the gaze of the mares.
The two youngest went to mingle with their age group, and Citrus and Sliced talked and introduced Big Mac to their friends and acquaintances. A few struck up conversations with him upon hearing he worked on an apple farm.
He got the contact info of a stallion who co-owned a supermarket chain, a mare who was helping her daughter set up a bakery, and another mare who worked in the Manehattan parks department who voiced an interest in planting some apple trees.
Judging from the multiple, hand written Xs on her card, and the wink she shot him, he strongly suspected she was interested in him planting something else as well.
As the banquet went on, Big Mac continued conversing with other ponies, mostly about business, and collected some more numbers, mostly from mares. Some only gave him this after he agreed to a dance, during which they got a bit handsy, which he didn't object to. He made sure to make eye contact with his aunt and uncle and reassure them with a gesture.
At one point, Apple Bloom had to hold Babs back from punching a young stallion who'd said something insulting. The fury in the young city mare's eyes and the cracking of her knuckles was enough to make him retreat. Big Mac was relieved to see that his aunt and uncle, and the stallion's parents, were more amused than bothered about this.
Well into the banquet, it was announced that everypony was to find a partner for a slow dance. Citrus quickly found Big Mac and hugged one of his arms as he was set upon by numerous mares. "Sorry ladies, plenty of you got to dance with him already. It's my turn" she said triumphantly, making most of the mares groan in despair.
Citrus practically dragged Big Mac onto the dance floor and placed his hand on her waist, holding the other in her own. Big Mac was going to ask about his uncle, until he saw that Sliced had found himself another mare to dance with as well, one of his and Citrus's friends. He also caught sight of Apple Bloom and Babs reluctantly agreeing to dance with a young stallion and a young mare, respectively.
He also noticed more than a few dance pairs seemed to be paired up with their own family members, at least he assumed so from their similar colors or having overheard that they were.
"Hey. Your dance partner's right here, big boy" Citrus said, getting Big Mac's attention.
"Sorry about that, Aunt Citrus. I'll keep my eyes on you for the rest of the dance."
"I hope it's a long dance, then" she replied flirtatiously with half lidded eyes.
As they stepped and swayed on the dance floor, Big Mac started to find himself entranced by his aunt. Despite how minimal it was, her makeup still accentuated her beauty. Her smile, her eyes that seemed to sparkle, her cheeks a light red like that of a fuji. He was sure she hadn't applied as much blush as she seemed to have at the moment.
"You know how to dance very well, Big Mac."
"Granny made sure of that. We farm ponies don't just learn the square dancing, you know?"
"A good thing she did. I'm sure a stallion your size would scare mares away if he stepped on their hooves while dancing."
"Good thing I learned to stop doing that before my growth spurt." Big Mac and Citrus shared a light laugh at his comment, sighing into a comfortable silence.
They eventually slowed down, and Citrus was pressing herself against Big Mac much more than when they started. He didn't object. And she didn't object to his hand briefly brushing the top of her ass. They started to lean in slowly.
"Kiss her!"
The two pulled away in alarm and started looking for who had said that. To their relief, and amusement, they saw that this was actually directed at Apple Bloom and Babs, who had managed to make their way to each other for a dance. Babs had Apple Bloom in a dip, and they were both very alarmed and blushing like crazy.
"She's my cousin!" Apple Bloom called back.
"Same" numerous ponies in dance pairs replied collectively, though they meant second cousin and beyond. And they assumed Apple Bloom did as well.
Big Mac now strongly suspected that his uncle’s explanation of the nature of the banquet was a very simplified version.
"Oh, what the hell?" Babs said before leaning down and kissing Apple Bloom, whose eyes went wide in surprise at the action. She soon closed her eyes and returned the kiss. Most everypony was applauding and whistling.
"Alright ya pervs, get back to your own dances" Babs called out once she broke the kiss and pulled Apple Bloom up.
"They might as well be wearing shirts that point to each other and say 'I'm in love with my cousin'" Citrus joked.
"Hehe, eeyup" Big Mac chuckled.
"Thank you for the dance, Big Mac. It was magical. I think I could use some punch right now. The strong kind" she said before making her way to the punch bowl the older ponies were frequenting.
Big Mac meanwhile was roped into a few more dances with some more mares, including a shy teenager he was happy to give a dance to. She thanked him and squealed as she ran to go tell her friends. A short while later, his uncle approached him.
"Big Mac, there you are. Say, it's getting a little late and your aunt is feeling a little...tipsy. Would you mind taking her back home before she has more to drink and starts to care less about embarrassing herself?" Sliced gave his nephew a quick wink.
"Sure thing, Uncle Sliced. But are you sure you don't mind staying behind to watch Apple Bloom and Babs?" Big Mac asked, continuing the facade of a normal conversation, and making sure his sister and cousin would still be supervised.
"Not at all. Besides, I doubt they'll be much trouble. You go on ahead with your aunt."
Big Mac found Citrus speaking with some friends, purposefully slurring a few words. "Oop, looksss like my eshcort is here to take me home, girls. I'll see you at the next event. Don't hic don't make a move on my husband."
"It's not your husband we'd want to make a move on, Cit" one of her friends said before shooting Big Mac a wink.
"Well, too bad. He'sss taken. Come on, Mac. I wanna lay down." Citrus made a show of clinging to her nephew, pretending to lightly trip a few times.
Once they got in the service cart, Citrus dropped the act. "Ugh, I really can't wait to get home and rest" she said as she removed her heels. "Among other things" she said towards Big Mac with a wink.
They arrived at the Orange house shortly after and the service cart went on its way back to the event mansion. Citrus opened her handbag and fished for keys.
“Oops, clumsy me" she said as her keys seemed to slip from her hand after being pulled out of the bag. She leaned down to pick them up and her tail flagged, practically presenting her ass to Big Mac.
While it was a nice view, he couldn't help but chuckle. "Subtle."
"Here we go" she said as she stood back up, ignoring her nephew's remark. She unlocked the door and they stepped inside. Big Mac closed the door behind him, when he suddenly heard the clattering of heels on the ground. He turned around to see his aunt looking at him like he was her next meal.
"Kiss me, big boy." She then lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and smashing her lips against his with a enthusiastic hum. "Mm."
His aunt's lunge made Big Mac step back in surprise, his back hitting the door. He took a moment to process that he was actually kissing his aunt, and then closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around her and returning the kiss.
He was reminded of when she kissed him two nights ago. It was so brief, just a little taste, and he had so many thoughts in his head that he never thought about whether he wanted more.
Now, feeling how smooth and soft her lips were, and how tasty her fruity lip gloss was, he didn't have to think about it. He wanted as much as he could get.
He moved a hand to the back of her head to push her in a bit, deepening the kiss. She didn't object. And her tongue beat his in probing lips, asking for permission to enter. He gladly opened up.
She began eagerly playing with his tongue like a teenager, moaning into the kiss. "Mm. Mm. Mm!" Then he started playing back, and she backed off. My goodness! His tongue is so strong. But he's not being forceful. It's like a massage. A really good massage.
Citrus started to melt in Big Mac's arms, feeling at ease with how he held her and how his tongue treated hers. Her eager, lustful moans became soft and timid. "Mm. mm. mmmm."
They both broke the kiss to get some much needed air. They panted while staring into each other's eyes. "Wow" Citrus said breathlessly. "You're a really good kisser."
"You're a really tasty kisser" Big Mac replied with a confident smile.
"Big Mac!" Citrus exclaimed as if he had said something incredibly scandalous yet immensely flattering at the same time. "You sweet talker, you.
“You may have noticed my legs are a bit tired after the banquet. Would you carry me up to bed?" she asked with a flutter of her eyelashes and an implicit tone.
"Eeyup."
Big Mac stood up straight, having leaned forward when his aunt melted in his grasp. It was then Citrus realized that what she had been leaning into when she did wasn't one of his legs. Was I actually a little sleepy that night? I don't remember it being that big!
“Whoah!" she exclaimed when her nephew literally swept her off her hooves into a bridal carry. If she wasn't noticeably blushing after her realization, she definitely was now.
She stared up at her handsome nephew's face as he carried her up the stairs, still dressed in his suit, the dimmed lights of the house giving him an almost ethereal glow. She laid her head on his chest and listened to his deep, strong heartbeat. She felt like it was her honeymoon night again. She took the time to remove her jewelry and place it in her purse.
He brought her into her room, approached her and her husband's queen size bed, and started leaning down to lay her on it. And she smirked mischeviously. She joined her hands behind his head and jerked herself out his grasp, sending both of them onto the bed.
"Oh!"
"Whoop!"
"Hehe, lose your grip there?" she asked jokingly as she looked up at Big Mac, who had caught himself with his hands and was hovering above her.
"I guess I did. Sorry about that, Aunt Citrus."
"Well, I'm not complaining" she replied as she tossed her purse onto the nightstand and she wrapped her arms around his neck, having let go after hitting the bed. "And do me a favor. For the moment, call me Aunty Citrus." With that sultry remark, she pulled Big Mac down to start kissing him again. He quickly reciprocated.
As they kissed, she started unbuttoning his tux, helping him to pull it off. Once it was, he broke away to get up on his knees and take off his shirt. Citrus's eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she saw just how much of an Adonis her nephew was. His muscles were so big and well defined, she wanted to take a nap in his arms. She had already seen them, but they were much better as part of an ensemble. And his abs. Sweet Celestia, I think I could cum just from grinding on those things!
"You're staring, Aunty Citrus" Big Mac teased as he put his hands on his hips and purposely flexed.
Citrus felt her pussy wink and become significantly wetter. And she decided to give him a reason to stare back. She reached up, undid the knot on her neck strap, and pulled down the pieces of fabric covering her bare breasts.
"Look who's talking" Citrus teased back with a smirk as she hefted her D sized breasts.
Big Mac's eyes were wide and his dick was threatening to rip through his pants. He had always imagined what his aunt's breasts would look like in his fantasies and dreams. Those mental images were put to shame by the real deal he now saw before him. They were perfectly round, perky, areolas the size of pasties, and erect nipples that made his mouth water. Only a few age lines that actually made them more appealing. It showed they were real.
"Aunty Orange, you're beautiful."
"Thank you, Big Mac. Would you like a touch?" He nodded eagerly. "Well go ahead" Citrus said as she placed her hands under her head and wiggled herself a bit, making her breasts jiggle. "Just be gentle."
"Of course." Big Mac slowly, gently placed his hands on her breasts and rubbed them, feeling how soft they were. He hadn't walked on clouds that much, but to his recollection, they were nowhere near as soft as his aunt's breasts. He wanted to lay his head on them and surely have the best sleep of his life. But now wasn't the time for sleeping.
"Mm" Citrus hummed, closing her eyes as Big Mac's hands explored her tits, feeling them, rubbing them, giving them a light squeeze. His hands had a bit of a rough texture, no doubt from all that farm work, but not rough enough to be uncomfortable. In fact, it gave her a pleasant tingle. "That feels good."
Big Mac started kissing her again when he started to thumb her nipples. She was so distracted by the pleasant feeling that she wasn't surprised by it.
It didn't last long, as he started kissing her neck and worked his way down to her breasts. Her breath hitched when he kissed one of them. She chuckled pleasantly as he planted kisses all over her tits.
She gasped deeply whe he captured a nipple in his lips and gave it a gentle suck. "Ooh, keep doing that, please" she requested as she placed a hand on his head, caressing it. He obliged her and continued sucking, switching between the two, while also pausing to give them a brief, flicking lick. "Oh, Big Mac. That feels so nice" she moaned appreciatively.
She felt him draw away, which saddened her until she heard him unzipping and pulling down his pants. She then felt him dig his fingers into the top of her dress.
"Mind if I...?"
"Please" she replied, wiggling in anticipation as he pulled her dress off, her tail reflexively covering her bare marehood. She opened her eyes and felt touched when she saw him courteously lay it on a nearby chair. Then her eyes widened when he turned around and she saw his stallionhood standing at attention. It looked nearly as long and thick as her arm. Her tail instantly went limp, exposing herself fully.
"Ooh hoo!" she exclaimed when he pulled her more toward the edge of the bed. She was ready for him, and no doubt he was ready for her. Which is why she was confused when he knelt down in front of her instead of bringing his mouth watering cock closer.
"Big Ma-? Ah ha!" she exclaimed as she was suddenly hit by a light punch of pleasure. He...He licked my pussy! I hadn't planned for that. But I don't think any mare could, holy shit! I thought his tongue was amazing when we kissed. But this!
"What's that, Aunty Citrus?"
She meant to ask him what he was doing. Why he wasn't going right to the sex. She assumed he'd want to, like most of her extra marital partners. "I...I was just a little surprised is all. You went there without me even asking."
"I'm a gentlecolt, Aunty. I think every stallion should do this for his mare. Plus, I like to do it. Do you want me to stop?"
"No!" she exclaimed louder than she'd intended. "I-I mean, no. If you really want to, then by all means."
"I'm glad. By the way, you're the best tasting orange I've ever had" he said before giving her pussy a slow lick.
Citrus was too distracted by the mind blowing pleasure the lick was giving her to react to what he said, her head hitting the mattress and her back arching as she released quick, light gasps.
It wasn't the first time somepony had given her oral, but Big Mac was not like other ponies. What he did with his tongue in her mouth, he was now doing to her pussy, and it was a million times better.
"Hah. Hah ha. Ah. ah! Citrus gasped and squeaked as Big Mac lapped at her marehood. He was so firm but so gentle, and his tongue kept briefly brushing the bottom of her clit, pushing her closer to the edge, little by little.
"Ah. Ah haaa. Ahhh. Oh Big Mac, yes. Lick your aunty's pussy. Mm!" she moaned lustfully as she writhed on the bed. Citrus would've been more than satisfied if he continued doing what he was doing. And he ended up hitting her with more.
Big Mac pushed his tongue through her lips, plunging it into her pussy and starting to lick her inner walls, while he used a hand to rub her clit with the weight of a feather. "AH! Oh my god! Yes!" she cried out as her legs instinctively wrapped around his head, pushing his face into her. Even Sliced hadn't managed to get as deep and be as thorough as Big Mac currently was. He was licking spots she didn't even know she had.
"Don't stop, Big Mac! Keep going! Ooh, right there! Lick right there! Rub my clit a little harder! Ah ha! Yes! Yes!" She grabbed his head to make doubly sure he wouldn't move. "Yes yes yes yes yes! I...I'm gonna...I'm gonna cu-! AHHHHHH! AH!" Citrus cried as she was hit by one of the best orgasms she'd ever had, her back arching so much one might think it'd get stuck that way.
Once her orgasm died down, she collapsed on the bed, her hands and legs releasing their hold on her nephew's head. He still remained though, lapping up the extra moisture her orgasm had produced. It was a very pleasant after feeling.
Big Mac hadn't been lying, she really was the best tasting orange he'd ever had, said taste even living up to her name. And he wanted more of it. But he wasn't here to drink her up.
Citrus shuddered as her euphoria continued to leave her. Big Mac finally stopped licking her, finishing with a kiss on her pussy lips. It was both lewd and loving at the same time.
"How was it?"
Citrus found the question almost ridiculous. "That...may have been...the best oral...I've ever had."
"I aim to please."
"Well your aim is perfect. Now, before you please me even more in the way you promised, be a good boy, wipe your mouth, and give your Aunty another kiss."
Big Mac stood up, wiped his mouth with his arm, and climbed back on the bed, joining his lips with his aunt's as soon as he was face to face with her. She moaned contently as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
As they're kiss got more heated, she could feel his rock hard cock twitch between them, its tip tickling the bottom of her rib cage. She broke the kiss, allowing them to breath, and she looked up into his eyes.
"I'm ready for you."
"Are you sure?" Big Mac asked cautiously.
"Yes. Go ahead" she assured him. "I want you inside me" she said in a near whisper.
Big Mac nodded and shifted backward more than most stallions. He had to with his length.
He grabbed his cock in his hand and started rubbing his tip on his aunt's lips, lubing them up with both of their pre. She released a small mewl of anticipation, making him look up. She nodded. He then applied a small amount of pressure and penetrated her, though just the tip.
Citrus gasped through her nostrils, her arousal already spiking just from the first feeling of his girth. Then he started to slowly push in further, and she was convinced that she had died and gone to heaven. She'd had big stallions before, but none ever felt this wonderfully filling. She felt his medial ring reach her lips. He's barely halfway!
"Are you okay, Aunty Citrus?"
"Hm?" she hadn't noticed that she was writhing in pleasure. "Y-Yes. I'm fine. Please, keep going."
Big Mac obliged and applied a bit more pressure in an effort to get his medial ring inside. After some effort, it finally popped in with some more length unintentionally following.
"Oof!" Citrus huffed, her eyes rolling back into her head. She was afraid she might cum again right there.
She took some deep breaths to bring herself down, though not by much. "K...Keep going. All the way in" she practically whimpered.
After what seemed like an eternity, and a very pleasant one at that, Big Mac finally hilted all the way inside his aunt. When he did so, she could feel his tip pressing into the entrance of her cervix. This caused her to release what could only be described as a whorish moan.
"OHHHHHHH HA HA HAAAAAA. AHHHHHH.”
Now it was Big Mac's turn for his eyes to roll back into his head. With his size, he was no stranger to tight fits, most mares for him were. And while every one always felt good, there were a handful who felt downright heavenly, and his Aunty Citrus was one of them.
She was so soft and firm, the mark of a mare with a very active sex life. Her warmth and moisture felt amazing and inviting. As if to illustrate that further, her pussy contoured to his cock almost perfectly, giving it a very welcoming hug.
"Just...just give me a minute" Citrus requested. Big Mac nodded. It wasn't the first time he had to wait a moment. "Okay. Start slow, be gentle with me. For now."
Big Mac obeyed and pulled back as slowly as he had gone in. His aunt released a few small gasps as he did this. He reached his medial ring and went no further. Pulling that out so soon could lead to his aunt going off prematurely. He knew from experience with other mares. So he slowly pushed back in, hilting himself once again, eliciting a pleased moan from his aunt.
"Mm. Ooh" Citrus cooed as Big Mac increased his pace. He was doing very well, but something was off. The amount of time between him pulling out and pushing in was too close together. "Big Mac. Could you please pull out all the way to your tip?"
"Are you sure?"
Curse Bless his caring nature. She knew exactly what his fear was. But she had adjusted and her approaching orgasm had receded significantly already. "I can handle it. I'll prove it to you. Once you're out all the way, slam back into me" she said with a confident smirk.
Big Mac's eyebrows raised in surprise. She was playing with fire. But it's what she wanted. And it was actually kind of arousing.
"As you wish." He proceeded to pull back and kept going when he reached his medial ring. It came out with a slight jerk, which made his aunt squeak, but nothing else. So he continued all the way to his tip, then waited a beat.
Then he slammed himself back in with enough force that he wasn't impeded by his medial ring. His tip impacted against his aunt's cervix. "Mmf!"
"OH HO! Fuck!" Citrus exclaimed whorishly once again, her back arching. "Do...do that again. AH!" she exclaimed when Big Mac obeyed faster than anticipated. "More. Faster" she said in a pleading whine. She gasped as Big Mac followed he instructions. "Ooh yeah. Mm."
"Ah. Aunty Orange" Big Mac himself moaned.
"You like how my pussy feels, Big Mac?"
"Ah. Eeyup."
"I like how your cock feels inside me" she said lustfully. "It's so big, and it fills me out so well. Go faster. I want you to fuck me."
"Then I suggest you hold on" Big Mac said with a smirk as he pulled out of his aunt, climbed off the bed, and pulled her closer to him, raising her legs up to rest on his torso. Citrus's eyes widened and she grabbed onto the bed, bracing herself.
Big Mac lined himself up, and slammed back in once more, eliciting another cry from his aunt. He then held on to her legs and pulled out until just the top quarter of his dick remained inside, and he impaled her again. And again, and again, until he settled into a quick pace. "Ngh. Ngh. Mmf. Ngh ngh ngh" he grunted.
"Oh sweet Celestia, yes!" Citrus cried as she was plowed by her nephew. "Ah ah ah. Fuck me, Big Mac! Fuck me!"
Big Mac stared down at his aunt. Her mouth was open as she moaned and cried, strands of her mane had gotten loose, and her breasts jiggled with erect nipples. She did not appear to him as his aunt anymore. She was now an incredibly attractive mare practically in heat, begging him to rail her, hoping he would gift her with a foal. And he was more than happy to fulfill that.
Big Mac released her legs, though they still stayed on his torso, and he grabbed her bountiful ass, kneading it as he continued fucking her.
"Mm, you've been wanting to get a good feel of my ass, haven't you? Well I have too. Your hands feel wonderful on it. Why don't you give it a little smack?"
smack!
"Ooh hoo!" Citrus exclaimed, relishing the pleasant sting. "Yes! Give me another!" smack! "Ah! Oh yes! Keep doing that!"
"Mm, you like that, Aunty Citrus?" Big Mac said.
"Eeyup."
Hearing his well known response said back to him seemed to trigger something in Big Mac. He spread her legs, getting them off his body, leaned down to hover above her, and started pounding her even faster, and he started smacking her ass at a quicker pace.
"Oh Big Mac! Yes! Yes!" Citrus cried while leaning her head back. When she brought it back, something happened. She looked directly into her nephew's eyes, saw his perfect physique, heard his panting and grunting, and she especially smelled his musk. It made something snap inside her.
"Wait. Wait!" Citrus exclaimed as she placed a hand firmly on Big Mac's chest.
"What? What's wrong?" he asked worriedly as he quickly slowed his place.
"Stop. Just for a moment. Let me get off the bed" she said urgently.
While a bit confused, Big Mac did as his aunt requested. He pulled out of her and backed up to give her room. She quickly climbed off the bed, turned around with a desperate whine, planted her hands on the bed to hold herself up, spread her legs, planted her hooves firmly on the floor, and flagged her tail.
"Get over here and mount me! Mount me and breed me!" Citrus exclaimed as she thrust her ass in the air, her desire for a foal now an instinct fueled need to be bred.
Big Mac practically became overtaken by instinct himself, seeing his aunt present herself, her pussy winking and dripping arousal.
"Sure thing, Aunty Citrus" he said with a smile before stepping forward, grabbing her hips, and ramming himself home yet again. He quickly returned to his speedy rythm.
The room was permeated by the sound of Big Mac's hips smacking against his aunt's ass, as well as his grunting and her whorish moans.
"Mmf! Mmf! Mmf!"
"OHHH. YES! Fuck me! Fuck me, Big Mac! I'm so close!"
"Me too, Aunty Citrus!" Big Mac grunted. "Ooh."
"Then don't stop! Please don't stop! I'm almost there!"
Big Mac's balls churned as they prepared for release. Feeling this made him instinctually fall forward to properly mount his aunt like she had begged him to. He laid on her back, his hands moving to caress her tits, his legs successfully keeping him up while his hips continued their work.
"Right there! Right there! I'm right there!" Citrus cried out. "Just a little more!"
"Here it comes, Aunty Citrus!"
"Do it! Do it, Big Mac! Cum inside your Aunty Citrus! Give me your foal!"
"NGH!" Big Mac grunted as he hilted in his aunt completely, squeezed her tits to hold onto her, and released his load, shooting his cum directly into her cervix.
The first splash of her nephew's cum triggered Citrus's orgasm. "AH! AH! AHHHHHHH!" she cried to the heavens as her pussy constricted around Big Mac's cock, milking him for all he could give her. "OHHHHHH YES! YES! GIVE ME ALL OF IT! I NEED EVERY LAST DROP!"
"Ah! Ah!" Big Mac exclaimed as he continued to shoot spurt after spurt of his cum into his aunt. Her cervix was quickly filled, and his cum started to surround his cock above his medial ring, his aunt's constriction helping it to form a seal. Even after releasing all he could, his cock still twitched a few times as if there were more, giving him pleasurable aftershocks that made him shudder.
"Hah. Hahahahhhh" Citrus shuddered as she came down from her orgasm, her tongue lolling out of her smiling mouth, her eyes glazed over. Her arms trembled before giving out, causing her upper body to collapse on the bed, with Big Mac still atop her. "B...Big Mac? Do your...Aunty a favor. Help me get on the bed. My legs are kind of locked in place."
"Sure thing" Big Mac replied almost as breathlessly. He stood straight up, pulled her legs closer together, then wrapped an arm around her waist while using the other to lift her legs. He then proceeded to climb onto the bed with her, his cock still inside her. He laid down with her to spoon her, wrapping both his arms around her to hold her close.
Citrus snuggled into Big Mac's hold, affectionately rubbing one of his muscular arms. "Thank you, Big Mac" she whispered.
"You're welcome, Aunty Citrus" he replied before giving her a tender kiss on the cheek. They soon drifted off to sleep, Big Mac smelling her lingering perfume as he nuzzled her, and Citrus feeling enveloped by his body heat.
Big Mac awoke the next morning to the sound of running water, and the faint smell of breakfast. As he strained his eyes open, he realized he was not in the bedroom he had chosen, and memories of the previous night came flooding back. His eyes widened as he sat up in surprise.
At that same moment, the sound of the running water stopped, and he realized it had been the sound of a shower, from his aunt and uncle's personal bathroom. Wait a minute...
The door to the bathroom opened, and out stepped his Aunt Citrus in a bath robe, drying her mane with a towel. "Well good morning, sleepy head" Citrus said in a pleasant tone, smiling at her nephew. "Sorry to leave you alone in the bed, though it wasn't easy to do, Mr. Snuggler. I just had to get a shower, I felt so musky. Though if Apple Bloom and Babs weren't here, I might've left it for a bit."
"That's okay. And it probably is a good idea to not smell like that when they're still here. I should probably get in the shower too." Something occurred to Big Mac in that moment. "Oh boy, I hope they didn't hear us. I have no idea when they got back."
"Don't worry about it. From what your uncle tells me, they were a little preoccupied, and probably didn't notice. You're free to use our shower so you don't risk running into them in the hall."
"Thanks, Aunty" Big Mac replied as he got out of the bed.
"Oh, hold on just a quick second" Citrus said as she finished drying her mane and approached her nephew.
Big Mac had never seen his aunt with her mane down. It was quite long, almost reaching the bottom of her back, and it being recently washed gave it a slight glossy look. It reminded him of a mermare's mane.
Citrus stepped up close to her nephew, her robe brushing his torso. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply before shuddering. "Had to get one last whiff before it's gone."
"Hehe. I think Sugar Belle would like you" Big Mac chuckled before proceeding to the bathroom. He came out after showering and brushing his teeth to find his aunt was gone, and some of his clothes had taken her place. He got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast.
He discovered his aunt and uncle in the kitchen, dressed simply for the day, the former's hair back in it's trademark bee hive, and the latter wearing an apron as he made breakfast. "Morning. I didn't know you could cook, Uncle Sliced."
"Morning, Big Mac. I didn't grow up with servants, and we didn't have any at first when we bought this house. I had to learn. Here ya go." Sliced served his nephew a large plate of waffles with three eggs and a sizable hash brown.
"Wow. Thanks, Uncle."
"Think of it as my way of saying thanks for your help. Plus, I'm sure you need it after how much you helped last night" he said in a sly tone while nudging the air in Big Mac’s direction.
"Heh, yeah, I guess I could use a lot of grub" Big Mac replied a bit bashfully.
"Don't tease the boy, Sliced" Citrus playfully chided her husband, giving him a light smack on the arm. "Especially when we have other visitors who might hear you."
"You're right. No more potentially incriminating words out of this mouth."
Shortly after, while Big Mac and Citrus were enjoying their breakfast, Apple Bloom and Babs came down and entered the kitchen in their pajamas, their manes looking like they'd had a wild night. They both failed to notice their appearance was rather incriminating. As well as their smell.
Citrus and Big Mac made some accusatory remarks about bringing back any boys, which they denied. Citrus managed to trick Apple Bloom into checking her neck by saying her cousin had left hickeys. She then revealed that everyone knew about the two of them, much to Apple Bloom's embarrassment. Babs was actually glad, having been fed up with keeping their relationship a secret.
The adults promised not to rat them out. To Apple Bloom's further embarrassment, Big Mac clarified that Applejack and Granny Smith knew as well after she begged that they not be told. Babs quickly deciphered that her mother had spilled after some alcohol.
Once Babs managed to convince her mortified cousin to leave their room, they all went out for some lunch before they were to leave for the train station.
When Big Mac had a moment alone with his aunt at the train station, he took the opportunity to talk to her about something that was on his mind. "Hey, Aunty Citrus?"
"Yes, Big Mac?"
"You said your house had three bathrooms, but the one in yours and Uncle's room would make it four."
"Well, we didn't think any of you would be using it, so we just didn't bother mentioning it."
"Fair, but I was thinking about something else regarding that. When you ended up in my- the wrong room that night, I thought you were coming back from the bathroom. But you would've used your own bathroom, wouldn't you?"
"Oh, your uncle was using ours when I got up that night, and I really had to go. So I went to one of the others. It's not the first time one of us has had to take a walk because the other was occupying our personal bathroom."
"Oh, that makes sense."
"Why do you ask? You sounded a little suspicious."
"Oh it's nothing. Just had a crazy thought about it."
"Like what?" Citrus asked with an interested smile.
"Well...I thought, maybe...you might've snuck into my room on purpose and pretended like you thought I was Uncle Sliced. Heh, sounds even crazier saying it out loud."
"That certainly does sound crazy" Citrus replied with a chuckle. "Although, ponies sometimes do crazy things to get what they want."
"You don't have to tell me. I still wake up thanking Celestia that Apple Bloom has her cutie- Wait, what?"
"Here are your tickets!" Sliced announced as he approached his wife and nephew, holding said tickets in his hand. "And I don't want to hear a word about reimbursing us."
"Thanks, Uncle Sliced" Big Mac replied in a distant tone, his mind still trying to determine if his aunt had just revealed something to him.
"What were you two talking about?"
"Oh, Big Mac was just telling me about this crazy thought he had two nights ago" Citrus replied non chalantly.
"What was it?"
"I'll tell you later. You'll get a good laugh out of it. Right now, we should find our two wandering nieces before the train arrives." Citrus discovered Apple Bloom and Babs in the bathroom and brought them out, the two of them blushing and and smiling nervously. If either had been wearing lipstick, it would've been smudged.
"Something on your mind, son?" Sliced asked when he noticed Big Mac's ponderous expression.
"Oh, nothing important. Maybe." Big Mac continued considering what his aunt might've done while waiting for the train. Once it arrived, the Apple siblings exchanged hugs with their relatives, saying their farewells. Apple Bloom had a much longer hug with Babs.
"Thanks again for inviting us, guys" Big Mac said as he hugged his uncle and then his aunt.
"Think nothing of it, Mac."
"It was our pleasure" Citrus said as she hugged her nephew. She then whispered in his ear. "Especially mine. Thank you for that."
"Ahem, no problem, Aunty" Big Mac replied, his cheeks turning a slightly deeper red from hearing his aunt even vaguely mention what had happened while they were in public.
To everyone's surprise, Babs gave Apple Bloom a passionate kiss after pointing out that the only ones currently around who knew how closely they were related already knew about the two of them. Apple Bloom was initially surprised by this, but soon embraced the kiss.
"Awww" Citrus said while seeing the adorable display.
Big Mac and Apple Bloom boarded the train and waved goodbye to their relatives from the window. Apple Bloom in particular called out to Babs that she would try and find some reason to visit again as soon as possible. Babs replied that she would do the same.
While on the ride back home, Big Mac kept thinking about what his aunt said. On the one hand, if she had indeed done what he was thinking, it was a pretty iffy thing to do. On the other hand, he wondered if he would've agreed if she hadn't and he hadn't investigated.
Considering the result, and the possibility of said result repeating in the future, he decided that he wouldn't mind if it turned out she had done something crazy.
Big Mac and Apple Bloom arrived at the Ponyville train station a few hours later, where they were met by Applejack and Granny Smith.
"So how was it?" Applejack asked.
"It was so much fun! I got a new dress thanks to Aunt Orange, and me and Babs had a blast catching up and hanging out."
"I'll bet" Applejack said with a smirk. "And what about you, Big Mac? Did you have fun? And did you talk to any possible investors?"
"Eeyup and eeyup."
"I trust ya didn't have too much fun like I told ya, right?" Granny Smith said with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.
"Nope" Big Mac said a little too firmly.
"Mac, you know I can sniff out a lie like Pinkie can sniff out anything with sugar" Applejack warned with a sly smile.
"Okay, I danced with a few mares at the banquet, and some of them gave me their numbers and got a little close and handsy. But that's all!"
"Really?" Applejack said suspiciously.
"I can vouch for him" Apple Bloom chimed in. "Aunt Orange had a tiny bit too much adult punch and Uncle Orange had Big Mac take her home before she did anything to embarrass herself. I didn't see or hear any sign of extra fun when Uncle brought me and Babs back."
"Hm" Applejack hummed, her honesty senses telling her something was being hidden. "Well, I guess you're in the clear, Mac."
Big Mac stopped himself from releasing a deep sigh of relief. They then headed to Sweet Apple Acres, and on the way, Apple Bloom said there was something she needed to discuss with her sister and grandmother.
A few weeks later, the Apples recieved word that Aunt and Uncle Orange were expecting. And eleven months later, they all went to Manehattan General and welcomed the cutest little filly to the world. Clementine Orange.
She was the spitting image of her mother. Big Mac and the Oranges were secretly glad that his and Citrus's hair was about the same color. Applejack had an odd feeling when her uncle claimed that her green eyes were a rare occurrence in his family.
Almost a year later, Big Mac went to Manehattan again, which had become common for him as he loved spending time with his new cousin, which she did as well. As was typically the case, his aunt and uncle had asked him to come.
"So, where's Uncle Sliced and Clementine, Aunty Citrus?"
"Oh, they just left for the park. They'll be back in about an hour."
"Didn't Uncle Sliced know that I was coming?"
"Yes, and that's exactly why he left with Clementine. To leave the house to ourselves" Citrus said lustfully as she took off her shirt and pants.
"Wha-?" the incredibly surprised stallion began to say.
"None of our friends have kids young enough to play with Clementine" Citrus explained as she sauntered up to her nephew in her bra and panties. She then pressed herself against his torso, reached a hand down to rub his slowly growing erection through his pants, and rubbed his abs with the other.
“So your uncle and I talked about it, and we decided that Clementine should have a sibling. Care to help us out with that?"
Big Mac's surprised expression turned into a gentle, happy one. He raised his aunt's chin with his hand and proceeded to kiss her.