> Sweet Apple Aches
>  by Appleloosan Psychiatrist
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> Real Apple Action
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Big Macintosh was sweating.

It wasn’t the physical exertion. Bucking apple trees, for somepony of his physique, was something that nopony would ever see or hear him complaining about. The apples descended from their perennial captors with the usual grace - landing, without fail, into the buckets priorly appropriated for that purpose. It was an act that had long since become second nature to the large Earth Pony. With minimal thoughts towards the physical motions, he moved from one tree to the next, only partly conscious of doing so. He was only indistinctly aware that he was performing, with such casualness that completely belied the force required, acts that no other pony in town could accomplish even if they threw their entirety into the effort.

And still, he was sweating.

His mind was wracked, occupied. Spectres of desire shaped themselves. Images swarmed and infected his consciousness as another group of ignored apples, with a series of dull thwacks, piled themselves into the baskets. She was all he could think about. How long had it been since he had seen her? It had to be at least four hours at this point. No, the aching in his body suggested even longer. Half a day? More?

This was why he was sweating. This was why his blood pooled itself into his head, causing his face to become flushed. This was why, if anypony had been observing him, they would have assumed the physical strain had finally gotten to the workhorse. This was why his focus was far from the farm that he corporeally occupied. He was unable to shake her, even had he desired to do so. She was omnipresent.

He sighed. He needed to see her again.

Resigned, he set off on a fitful trot through the farm. This was their farm, his and hers. Granny Smith, too old, Apple Bloom, too young. No, the delights of cultivating this secluded patch of Equestria belonged only to the pair. He glanced around as he walked, searching. Dozens of trees already bucked, hundreds of apples neatly stacked in their appropriate containers. This was the livelihood of the farm, of the family. Their handiwork kept the food on the table, kept the loves of their lives going. They truly made an excellent team, complementing each other like lock and key.

His gaze penetrated the thick forest, scanning for her. His ears were perked - eager for the telltale echo of a recently emptied branches. He panicked after only a few minutes of fruitless searching. Breaking into a full gallop, the thoughts of her continued to assault him. He wanted her. He needed her, right now. A desperate, pitiable cry of her name almost escaped his lips as a sharp crack, emanating from somewhere up ahead, reverberated through their woods, destroying any question he had as to her presence. He smiled, came to a stop, and recomposed himself.

Attracted to the signal of proximity like it was the song of a siren, he wandered in its direction, emerging from the thickest part of the forest into area comparatively sparse. On a small hill containing but a single tree at its zenith, he saw her.

As if Celestia herself stood in awe of his sister’s rustic beauty, the sun was lowering itself submissively behind the hill on which the Earth Pony stood. The fiery orb shrunk, casting the pale orange of near-twilight over the area. Despite his desire to be as close to her as he possibly could, the divine sublimity of the entire scene forced the red workpony to a stop, his legs uncharacteristically quivering in anticipation and awe.

She covered in sweat, just as he, though her's a purely physical response. Glancing backwards as another kick was aimed at the singular tree, she raised her strong legs and bucked backwards, sending another loud crack through the forest and causing the tree to vibrate intensely. The apples, however, were stubborn, and only a few surrendered to the strength of the blonde Earth pony. He was sure, had he been closer, he would have heard a cuss of some kind in response to this. She grit her teeth and placed another powerful kick squarely in the middle of the trunk. The tree swayed violently in response, and released its fruits to the earth. Her characteristic hat fell off of her as a result of her efforts. She leaned down, picked it up and swung it back to cover her mane in a familiar set of movements. When she returned her gaze upwards and glanced around for the next unbucked tree, her eyes fell on her brother - marching towards her with determination.

Applejack grinned, and started trotting towards him.

They met at the base of the hill, both of them drenched in sweat and panting slightly from exertion. They stared at each other, neither of them saying anything. Big Macintosh could only paw the ground nervously at the sight of his little sister, and the grin she now wore purely from his presence.

"Shoot, Big Macintosh, you done with your crop of apples already? I was hopin' I'd be able to beat your record this time!"

He didn't say anything. He couldn't say anything. He was enraptured by her beauty. His body felt like it was on fire, a flame of passion and lust starting deep inside him and spreading out through his entire body. His face was flushed. Applejack noticed his strange behavior and her expression turned from one of happiness to one of genuine concern.

"You okay, Big Macintosh?" she asked, stepping closer to him. With the sun now shrunk to a tiny sliver on the horizon, the field around them became darker and darker. “You sure do look funny...”

"...yup..." he was finally able to stutter out. His eyes never left hers.

"...It's getting late out, Macintosh. Thinkin' about heading inside soon?" She asked, still concerned. He nodded in way of reply.

"...I have a few more trees to rustle, then I'll meet you back inside, okay?" Once more, he nodded. She smiled and leaned into him even closer. Wrapping her hooves around his neck, she pulled the big workhorse into a hug.

"You did real good today, big brother. I love you." she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. She smelled of dirt and apples and sweat. He had to stifle a whimper.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally allowed the embrace to break and pulled back. With a final wink and smile, she trotted off to collect the last batch of fruits for the day, leaving Big Macintosh standing there, shivering.

When she neared the edge of the field, she turned around, nervously, but Big Macintosh had already disappeared. She hoped he didn't notice how red her face was, or how much her limbs quivered when she pulled him close. Applejack, having worked on the farm all her life, was more than apt to notice the symptoms of a needy animal, and she saw them completely evident in her brother. She wondered which mare in town had captured his imagination, and chuckled lightly whenever she thought it might be one of her friends. She must have been a fine mare to have him acting the way he did. He was so, well...big. She tried to shake such dirty thoughts from her mind whenever they cropped up, but had long ago given up on abandoning them completely.

And who could blame her? She'd grown up with him always at her side. Despite the chaos that occupied her early years, she always had him there for her. She shared her loves with him, and her pain. He the most important pillar in the foundation of her life.

So when they had grown, and Granny Smith had sat the two of them down and, with clinical efficiency, explained the mechanics of reproduction to the growing foals, how could she avoid thinking about him? She'd seen animals mate on the farm, and she's been near Big Macintosh long enough that every inch of his body was familiar. He, inexorably, became the inevitable bar to which every stallion in her life was compared to, and found lacking. Even during her very first moment of sexual intimacy, when, in a drunk and excited fit of passion, she ran behind the building that hosted her senior prom with her date, she found her thoughts drawn to him. As she stumbled through the movements and awkwardly gave herself to an equally nervous stallion, she wondered, however briefly, how Big Macintosh performed his first time. She wondered how much her brother knew about the art of love-making, and how he pleasured his first mare, whoever she had been. The stallion's size certainly begged comparison to Big Mac's. And when that same stallion broke her heart two months later,  she was once more compelled to thoughts of her brother, and she knew he would never hurt her like that.

She knew she shouldn't be having thoughts like this about her big brother. No one had to tell her how wrong it was. The fact that her breathing shouldn't grow ragged and short at the thought of him, or that her eyes shouldn't dart to his private area whenever he turned around, and that she shouldn't find herself growing hot and agitated as she stared was completely obvious to Applejack. The dreams she had, from which she would wake up, panting and frustratingly aroused, images of Big Macintosh fleeting from her consciousness, were wrong, she knew. Nothing would ever happen between the two of them, she knew. It was a purely biological response. She convinced herself that she was operating purely in the realm of fantasy, and that, one day, she'd leave Big Macintosh behind once she found the stallion of her dreams.

'sides, she thought to herself with a chuckle, I don't even reckon Big Macintosh would be interested in me in that way

Applejack could already smell the delightful aroma of baked apples and cinnamon even as she marched up the long dirt road towards her house. Granny Smith and Applebloom already had dinner ready and on the table for her by the time walked into the kitchen, Winona hopped in excited circles around her.. Big Macintosh was already sitting there, shoveling his meal into mouth, but looked up whenever she walked into the dining room.

"Starved, Big Mac? Now I know why you were in such a rush out there! So hungry you even missed a few trees. Not like you, brother." she said, mock-admonishingly

He paused for a second, and blinked at her, the remnants of a destroyed apple pie dripping off of his muzzle and onto the messy tablecloth below him. Then, he grinned widely without a trace of guilt and dived back into the food. She shook her head, smiling, and moved to sit next to him. There was an expansive feast laid in front in them: Baked apples and apple fritters and apple pies and all sorts of other fruits and vegetables, most of which were rarely seen in meals on Sweet Apple Acres. There was a reason; it was a special day. The harvesting season had come to an end, and, if the initial estimates were anywhere close to accurate, they had pulled in one of their finest hauls in many years. Certainly, it was the most prosperous that Applejack and Big Macintosh had been old enough to participate in. Such an accomplishment deserved celebration, and thus the assortment of desserts and treats laid out in front of them. Applebloom excitedly moved from one end of the table to the other, explaining in a frenzied and shrill voice how she had help to construct each dish.

Applejack, barely listening, pulled in a few of the nearest foods and piled them onto a plate. She'd worked hard and nonstop all day and was ravenous. Picking up a baked apple, she rolled it around in her hooves and examined it for burns. After all, it was Applebloom who helped with these. Detecting nothing but perfection, she stuffed it into her mouth.. She couldn’t wait to sample them all, and picked up another baked good. Apple Bloom and Granny Smith chatted to each other at one end of the table, slowly eating their own comparatively diminutive meals.

She just swallowed down a large piece of apple crisp when she noticed, beside her, that Big Macintosh had stopped his meal. When she turned around to see what had interrupted the previously voracious pony, he was staring at her, his meal lying ignored on his plate.  She laughed, perplexed. "Something wrong, Big Mac? Do I got something on my face?"

He recoiled as if struck and looked startled, as if he was stuck in a daze, and had just realized that she had noticed his staring. "No, AJ.” He coughed. “I was just lookin’ at...I mean, I just like..." he paused, "...your freckles," he concluded awkwardly, then dived for a glass of water, gulping it down to hide his embarrassment.

Applejack just stared at him at him while he seemed to content to pretend that nothing was ever said. "Well...alright then,” she responded, “Thanks, I 'spose." She could feel her own face glowing red.


An hour later, their meal finished, the family was sitting in front of the fireplace, listening to it crackle and spark. The flames cast deep shadows over the den. They conversed idly, talking about the past and the future. It was how the four of them typically ended the night, bellies full and delighting in the simple joys of warmth and family. Applebloom was still hopping around the room excitedly as Applejack and Big Macintosh whispered to each other, and Granny Smith's rocking chair creaked in regular intervals. But, like the filly she was, she soon wore herself out and was snuggling in between her siblings, and her stories and excited proclamations soon gave way to a light snoring. As usual, Granny Smith gently shook her awake and guided the now lethargic filly to her bed.

It was just the two of them alone, now. Big Macintosh didn't stir until he noticed his little sister stand up herself. He was pulled out of his content listfulness and turned to look at her. "Going to bed so soon?"

She tossed him a knowing smile and whispered, "I'll be right back." He watched her until she trotted from the room, staring at her ample rump swaying as she trotted, then turned back to the fire.

He wasn't sure how long he could keep this up. Even now, his entire body was aching just from being so close to her. It was a dull pain of desperation that made it difficult to concentrate on anything else. It was hard to classify it as simple desire; after all, he gave himself relief before but the urges he felt whenever he was around Applejack were something else entirely. They reached into a much more primal, a much deeper sense of need. Forced to live with a mare as perfect as Applejack but unable to act on his desires, he felt like he was a cursed stallion, forever caged by familial obligations. It was all he could do to ignore the erection under him, and to hope that Applejack didn't identify the source of his strange behavior. He's not sure he could live with himself if his trusting little sister ever learned how much he lusted after her and all the things that he wanted to do to her.

He heard her return to the room as he struggled with himself, internally, and tried to think about something else, about anything else. Applejack returned to her place beside him with a plop and set a basket down between the two of them. In it was a variety of bottles, clinking against each other, all musty and smelling of dirt from the cellar. Apple wines and apple ciders and apple whiskeys populated the container, a variety of multicolored labels and signs indicating the variety. All of the bottles were vintage, aged, and unopened.

"Well, Big Macintosh?” Applejack said, with a sly smile as she reached for one of the whiskeys. “I'd say it's time we get around to doin' some real celebratin'."


They hoped they wouldn't wake up Applebloom. Now loud and laughing, the two of them shared stories and tales back and forth just like they shared the contents of the three empty bottles that rolled around under them. Going shot for shot with a stallion as large as Big Macintosh wasn't a good decision on Applejack's part, and she found herself swaying and laughing at nothing. Her entire body felt warm and fuzzy. Big Macintosh, laughing himself, had to pull her back down to the floor when she stood up and started dancing to music only she could hear and almost knocked over an endtable. Her tales ended halfway through with a fit of irrelevant laughter as often as she actually finished them. Big Macintosh didn't show it, but he was almost as drunk as her. The fire got smaller and smaller as their conversations carried them into the early hours of the morning. They knew, somewhere in the depths of their addled mind, that they'd regret this in the morning, but at the moment, the alcohol was performing its proper duty of inhibiting such high-minded concerns.

They grew more solemn as the night went on, and they, already exhausted from the day’s activities, pulled out a blanket and curled up on the floor, draping it over them. The stories they told turned from joviality and toward fond memories and lost friends, and they inched closer and closer until Big Macintosh was holding his sister in her hooves, both of them staring at the embers of the fire, warming each other with their bodies.

"I love you, Big Macintosh," Applejack said after a few minutes of silence.

There was no sound but the crickets chirping and the last popping death throes of the fire. He didn't reply, but instead, turned her towards him and kissed her on the lips. She giggled into his mouth, and pushed back. His breath tasted, unsurprisingly, of sweet apples. He let the kiss go on much longer than normal, and, when she felt his tongue poking into her mouth, she pulled back. This was not the kiss of an affectionate brother.

"Woah, nelly." She pulled away from him. "Getting awful friendly there, sugarcube," she said with a nervous smile.

He smiled slightly, and moved forward and kissed her again. Maybe it was the liquid courage coursing through her veins or the fact that she hadn't done this with anypony in years, but she didn't pull back, and when she felt his tongue again, she let it into her mouth, and put hers in his. This kiss seemed to last an eternity, with the two of them murmuring and mumbling and moaning into each other's mouths, the flame crackling and popping. Applejack’s eyes were shut tight as she shared a passionate kiss with her brother.

When, at last, she was forced to pull away to take in a deep breath, she could say nothing. She stared at Big Macintosh as the two of them panted, their mouths covered in their conjoined saliva from their sloppy, drunk kissing. "B-Big Macintosh..." she was finally able to articulate.

Almost as if spurred into action by her words, her brother gently pushed her on her back and lumbered over her. It was then, with him towering over her, that she truly realized just how big her brother was. She, normally confident and assured in her own strength, felt like a tiny little filly under him, and the sight of his muscles and bulk rippling as he stood over her, his massive body completely enveloping hers, made her quiver. There was something large and wet resting on her stomach, and she knew what it was, and what it meant. Gulping, nervous, she could smell his musk, and the heady scent of it was causing her to shiver.

His face was just inches from hers and he was silent. There was something about his eyes, some part of him that was always lying just under the surface, something that was only hinted in the past with a casual glance or physical suggestion. Now that part was dominating, and it was obvious what he wanted. There was no mistaking the way he was staring down at her, his eyes sparkling in the faint light. He didn't just see his little sister under him anymore.

"Big M-macintosh..." she said again, unsure what she wanted to tell him.

"I want you," her brother blurted out suddenly. Like it was the final crack in the dam, the slurry of words surged out of him naturally. "I want you, AJ. I've always wanted you. I don't know how or why but I want you so bad and I can't even think when you're around me. I haven't looked at another mare in years. Please, AJ, I need you more than anything."

She stared back at, her eyes widening. The pounding of his heart was audible, and she could feel her own beating harshly in her chest.  He stared down at her as if waiting for her response, as if she could muster any at this point. In the confused and dizzy state Applejack now occupied, the only she could do was whimper. The haze of alcohol made it difficult to cognize anything significant, or to connect errant actions with pesky consequences. From the very few thoughts that made their way clearly into her mind, it was obvious what option her dulled sensibilities were leaning towards. The way he snorted and pawed at the floor with one of his massive forehooves like an animal motivated entirely by bestial needs showed that Big Macintosh could probably smell it. It was a side of her brother she'd never seen, and despite all her recurring dreams that begun in one of a hundred versions of this scenario, it made her frightened.

"W-we can't, Macintosh," she whispered. She struggled and pushed against him as she wiggled back and forth, sliding out from under him. He instantly relented and backed up, allowing her egress from underneath his body. She'd never been more confused in her life, and a plethora of emotions flooded through her, conflicting and fighting for dominance. Confronting the situation in the only manner she could, with a last, fleeting glance at her brother, who was staring at her, looking possibly more frightened than even her, and an unvoiced apology, she fled from the room.

Big Macintosh stood, silently, for a minute, then collapsed on the blanket, and shoved his head under his hooves.


Applejack whined in anguish when the comfort of sleep fell away to harsh reality. The sun hit her eyes and she cursed Celestia idly for not leaving it lowered for just a few more hours. Her head throbbed in pain, yelling at her for the copious consumption she partook in the prior night. She sat up in bed, and and it felt like every nerve of her body was screaming in protest. The room, lit from a high-noon sun, smelled strangely, like stale air mixed with sweat and a mare in heat. It reminded Applejack of the days when she first discovered the pleasures of flesh, and would spend a day cooped up in her home, rediscovering every single inch of her body just to see how it felt.  She was sore and aching as she hopped out of bed, stumbling slightly. Glancing around the plain room for her hat, she she gently prodded her recollection in an effort to recall the previous night.  It was almost all a haze, lost to the obfuscation of inebriation, but there was a single event that stood out clearly, stark against the haze.

"Shoot, Big Macintosh," she said to herself, then, suddenly feeling dizzy, leaned against the bedstand, "You big dumb pony..." Why'd he have to go and say something like that? Normally, she would have just assumed it was the alcohol talking, but there was something about the way he talked that dissuaded her from that notion. A stallion simply overcome from drunk lust wouldn't talk and act like that. She regretted leaving him in the way she did, fleeing like a scared little kitten, but what else could she have done? She wasn't exactly in the right sorts either.  The poor stallion was probably tearing himself up about it.

"Stupid...we're siblings!" she mumbled as she tore apart her room, tossing blankets and pillows haphazardly in search of her omnipresent garment. "I'm your sister...we can't be doing things like that...I oughta hit you..." She wondered, for a brief moment, who she was trying to convince.

Defeated in her efforts, she left out a resigned sigh and trotted out her door and down the steps. It became clear that the house was completely empty, and, after drinking her weight in water in desperate attempt to rehydrate herself and grabbing an apple to eat, she discovered a note on the kitchen table. Dear applejack + big Macintosh, it read, in Applebloom's childlike scribbles that was her excuse for handwriting, me and granny smith went to town. be back later tonight! love, Applebloom. At the bottom of the note, her little sister had drawn what appeared to be a bizarre caricature of the family, with a big bright pink heart enveloping all of them.

Smiling at the simple innocence of the note, she set it back down on the table and resumed her search. Expecting to find Big Macintosh still snoring in front of the smoldering fireplace, she instead was surprised to find that somepony had already removed all the bottles they had emptied. All that was left was the crumpled blanket and - aha! - her hat. Letting out a joyous woop, she ran over and swung it over her hair, finally feeling relieved. The memory suddenly came back to her. It had fallen off of her head whenever Big Macintosh had pushed her onto her back the previous night and stood over her like a predator.

They needed to talk. Leaving the room, she wandered throughout the lifeless house. When she passed by a hallway, she caught herself in a mirror, and grimaced. She looked like a wreck. Her mane was a tangled and unkempt mess, and spots of dirt covered her body in bizarre patterns. Her fur was mangled and matted and sticky with spilled wine and sweat. The bags under her eyes told an entire story about the quality of her sleep the prior night. Big Macintosh could wait, right now, she needed a shower.


Big Macintosh stood under the water as it poured down on him. His eyes were shut, and he was completely motionless. Content to sit in the outdoor shower and let the water attempt to wash away the shame, he made no effort to clean himself. Thoughts and half-formed plans to flee the farm or apologize swept over his mind, but they all had a common thread - his relationship with Applejack had irrevocably changed. He had spent the last two hours like this, and would have been satisfied to spend the next week or so under the water. Unfortunately, that ambition ended whenever he heard the door to the large shower room open and shut. Without turning around, he knew who it was.

"Big Macintosh," he heard his sister say, her voice somewhat relieved. "There you are! I've been looking for you." He heard Applejack's hooves clop against the ground as she walked closer to him. He couldn't say anything to her, shame and embarrassment catching the words in the throat.

"I...I think we need to talk a little bit about what happened last night." He knew that was coming, and quickly abandoned any notions that she'd forgotten his confession or would somehow be content to ignore it.

"I don't think I can stand to see you right now, Applejack," he told her, his voice shaking.

That's when he felt her rub against him, their wet bodies brushing against each other and sending a spark down his back. She spoke, right next to him, whispering directly into his ear. "I want you too, you big lug," she said, both sensually and mockingly.

In an instant, his misery evaporated. Every part of his body yearned to tackle his sister to the ground and take her right there, but he restrained himself as he felt his erection growing from her simple confession. "W-what do you mean, AJ? What about last night?" He opened his eyes and looked over at his sister, who was blushing and wearing a small smile, the corners of her mouth twitched upwards, obviously nervous.

In response, she leaned forward and kissed him. He was surprised for moment, then allowed himself to fall into it. They mirrored their passionate kiss from the previous night, though this time with more affinity for each other. Without inebriation impeding them, they seemed to naturally know what to do to please each other. The hot water hit their manes and ran down their face as they continued to lock their muzzles together. When Big Macintosh broke the kiss, she expected him to lean him with a shocked, excited look on his face. Instead, to her surprise, he dove for her neck and started nibbling and kissing it. She moaned into his ear as he assaulted her in all the right places.

"S-stop it, Big Mac..." she said, shuddering, against all her desires.  He gave her one last bite on the side of her neck, then pulled back. His expression made his confusion unnecessary to voice. "I want to. I really do you. You do too, I reckon." She smiled.

"But we can't! You know we can't. It's just not right. What would Granny think if she found us doin' something like this? We could kiss the farm goodbye! Applebloom and Granny'd have to run the place themselves! How would we explain this to Apple Bloom? Gosh darn it, Big Macintosh, you're my brother." My big, strong, powerful, sexy, endowed, brother...


She pulled him into a slippery hug and sighed contentedly as his strong forearms wrapped around her. "We just can't," she said, her tone conclusory. "We'll just have to get over this okay? We'll both find someponies else to distract us and forget this ever happened!"

Her brother stood, and was silent for a long time after she let him go, as if he was still absorbing all the information. She began washing him as she washed herself, lathering the two of them down with soap and a sponge. Finally, he nodded. It was torture for the workhorse, knowing that the mare he wanted more than anything in the world wanted him back, but they were both powerless to do anything about it. She was correct, though, as always. Despite how much he longed for it, there was nothing he could do. He thought, maybe, now that she knew the truth, he would be afforded some catharsis, but his desires were simply amplified tenfold. Applejack rubbed down his back, untying his knots and massaging him in his favorite spots, he grunted in pleasure.

"Now turn over so I can wash your stomach, you filthy horse," she said, squeezing out the sponge.

He, after a second of indecision, obeyed, turning over, the water from the shower now splashing on his chest.

Applejack gasped, and exhaled in a sharp whistle. "Golly..." she whispered in awe. Her brother was laying on his back, staring up at her, but her eyes didn't meet his. Instead, she was transfixed by the erection that Big Macintosh had just put on full display. It was as long and thick as one of her limbs, mottled black and red. Applejack couldn't help but stare at it, her eyes widening and her jaw feeling like it hit the floor. She knew he was big, but, apparently, it had been far too long since she had seen him up close, she didn't know he was that big. She finally, after staring at it twitch on her brother's stomach, blinked and laughed at her own enamoredness. "Wow," she concluded, finally.

"Like anything you see, Appletart?" he mocked, his own nervousness now replaced with elation at his sister's reaction.

She shot him a look, but didn't deny anything as she moved in closer, wetting the sponge and beginning to wash down Big Macintosh's stomach, her hooves shaking the entire time. "Wow," she reiterated, only semi-aware of it. The water dripped and flowed down her body, both of them now absolutely soaked. When her sponge had moved over every inch of his upper half, she started going lower and lower as he watched, barely content to let her make her own pace. The sponge brushed up against his cock, finally, and a moan escaped his lips, unbidden, his hips bucking slightly into the air in desperation.

"Gosh...I've never seen anypony need it this bad...when's the last time you were with a mare, Big Macintosh?" He didn't answer and she didn't expect one, but still continued staring at him in awe. Questions and doubts swarmed her mind and her head began feeling, suddenly, very light. She wondered if maybe one time wouldn't be so bad, just to get it out of their system. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts, but as soon as she did, the scent of his musk, piercing through the steamy haze of the shower, hit her once again.

"You poor stallion...it must hurt so bad, being all pent up like this." Applejack noticed how similar this situation was to one of her dream, and she couldn’t help but extrapolating on that with what happened next in them. Her heart started pounding furiously and her body felt like it was impossibly warm. She slowly ran the sponge from the tip of his dick all the way down to the base, where a set of heavy, full balls hung. She dabbed them gently with the warm sponge, wondering what they would feel like in her mouth. Groaning and shifting under her light touch, Big Macintosh made it clear that he was  eager to feel more, bucking into her hooves whenever they hovered over his needy erection.

"Woah there, calm down, stud. I didn't know you needed it that badly." She looked up at him with a coy smile, and through the steamy vapors saw clearly the effect that her simple touch had him - he was panting, tongue sticking out and eyes half lidded, his chest heaving up and down. He really hasn't been with another mare in ages, it seemed like. He nodded in distant agreement with her statement, desperate to comply. She felt a twinge of guilt. I shouldn't be teasing him like this...she thought.

"Maybe...” she gulped, her desires caught in her throat. It was hard to breathe in the heat, and ever harder to think.. This is your brother you're looking at, AJ! Little sisters ain’t supposed to get like this about their big brothers! Snap out of it! some distant, increasingly irrelevant part of her consciousness was telling her.

“...I could...get you off with my hooves? Would that make you feel any better?" He grinned and nodded, amazed and supremely pleased that she suggested exactly what he desired of her volition. "'Course it would," she mumbled. "Just once, okay?” she added quickly and sternly. “I'm only gonna do this once because you're in such a sad state right now. Then we're back to bein' regular ol' brother and sister, ya hear?" He was nodding furiously the entire time, bucking his hips to call her attention back to his erection. Maybe after she did this, he'd be able to get over this little fit he was in and would move on from thinking about rutting his own little sister. She tried to ignore how excited she was getting from imagining him pushing her over the kitchen table and doing just that.


Big Macintosh stared down in delight as his little sister, with a mischievous grin, tossed the sponge aside and gripped his erection with both hooves. It was pulsing under her grip, throbbing in pleasure just from her touch. Her hooves were calloused and rough from all the work she subjected them to, but Big Macintosh didn't think about complaining for even a second. Instead, he stared in lustful awe at a scene that only existed in fantasies a mere week ago - his little sister, stunned and staring at his hard cock, biting her lip as she ran her hooves in exploration over his entire length. For all his desire, the pair of hooves now running up and down him were as smooth as velvet. He rewarded her efforts with a moan and pushed himself closer to her, his soaked rump colliding with her.

"Not so fast...sugarcube..." she said, but this time it was distant and unimpassioned, the whole of her attention on the object in front of her. "Darn, you're so big," she mumbled, amid a variety of inane articulations. The entire room soon began to reek of aroused mare and Big Macintosh's mind was swimming in her scent, a smell that he had only stolen tantalizing whiffs of in the past. He saw her grinding her rump subconsciously, as desperate for release as he was.

He wasn't going to last long. Not after so long, so many lonely nights with only his omnipresent and now fulfilled desires to keep him company. Applejack continued to jerk him off with one hoof as she brought another one lower and began to knead his balls gently. "So full..." she mumbled to herself more than him. "I bet you're going to cum so hard, aren't you? My poor big brother..." She leaned in closer, her face now tantalizing inches from his cock. "I'm going to have a little taste, okay? Just one, ya hear?" He nodded and grunted an affirmative before she even finished her sentence.

"Just one," she repeated with a satisfied grin, and reposition herself so she was laying on her stomach, her rump swaying in the air behind her. Leaning in close, she nuzzled her snout in between his dripping erection and his balls, and breathed in deep, now closer than ever to the musk that had been torturing her primal desires for all this time. She shuddered as she exhaled, then, able to resist no longer, took her taste. And she made it count. Closing her eyes, she started at his balls, putting them in her mouth one at a time and sucking on them gently. She licked all around his sack, covering it in her saliva and then started a slow journey upwards, making her tongue as flat and wide as she could to cover as much of her brother's cock as she could. She could hear Big Macintosh grunt and moan as she gingerly ran her tongue up his length with as little haste as she could, savoring the taste of him. She caught the taste of something sweet on her tongue that was distinguishable from the water that covered his erection - Big Macintosh's cock was now positively drooling pre like the horny, desperate stallion he was. She lapped it all up until she reached his tip. Her taste stretched up his length so that she was now leaning over him now, her wet body rubbing against the part of his erection that her tongue left behind. She finally opened her eyes to look at him. Staring back her was an amazing, speechless Big Macintosh, unashamed to let out groans as he pistoned under her, needing release. "I'm close, AJ," he whispered. Somehow, hearing those word made her even more aroused. She almost couldn't bear it, and the temptation to just crawl up him another foot and lower herself back down onto his erection and ride him until he came was nearly irresistible. She needed to get him off before she gave into it.

"Well, don't hold back now, sugarcube..." she begged, grinding her entire wet body against his massive cock. The precum smeared all over her wet fur as she humped his massive dick with her body. Her lower lips were teased by the base of it, and she whimpered from the teasing stimulation. "Cum for me, Big Macintosh. Cum for your little sister."

He couldn't resist the order. Closing his eyes and throwing his head back, he let out a long, restrained grunt as weeks worth of temptations and desires shot from the tip of his cock, his balls constricting as load after load shot out of him. Applejack could feel it twitching under her stomach, and could only think about how much she'd rather feel it twitching inside of her. Most of the load landed on his stomach or his chin, but some splattered on Applejack. It lasted for what seemed like an eternity, and Applejack never stopped grinding her body against his spasming cock until the very last drop was coaxed from it. He felt empty and exhausted, and gasping for breath, decided at once that he had never felt more satisfied. He lifted his head up from the wet floor with a grunt, dizzy from the most intense orgasm he'd ever had and from the scent of his own cum which now covered his face, and stared at Applejack. His seed dripped from her chin until she wiped it away with her hoof, and she shot him a pleased smile. "You're welcome!" she said, excitedly. "I'd never seen a stallion cum that much."

He bumbled out frantic thank yous as Applejack climbed off of his sweaty and panting body. "Yeah, yeah," she responded, dismissively. "Just don't get used to it, now, it was just a one time thing, remember? I don't want to crawlin' all over me like last night!" She shook her head, pretending to be disgusted. "Now, let's get you cleaned up again, big brother."



It wasn't just a one time thing, and he certainly got used to it. It wasn't difficult to convince Applejack to touch him whenever he felt he needed it, and it became increasingly easier each time. After a week, it was routine. They would wait until Granny Smith and Apple Bloom were asleep, then would congregate in the den. They'd nuzzle against each other for a while, just talking, as if pretending they were still normal brother and sister, but soon enough, one of them would escalate the situation and they would lock muzzles, hooves exploring each other's bodies. It was always end with him on his back,  Applejack encouraging him lustily, as she jerked him off with her hooves, the scent of her own excitement filling the room in an intoxicating aroma. They worried, the first night, that their family would find them, but after that the risk only served to multiply their excitement. After Big Macintosh complained about always ending the night covered in his own cum, they decided that he would begin to whisper to her, with a desperate and inarticulate confession, when he was coming, and she would lock her lips around the tip of his cock. Feeling her brother's seed splatter against the back of her throat and swallowing it all down was difficult, at first, but like the ease of their relationship in general, became easier the more times they did it. Eventually, it was sliding into her stomach with an ease that was almost too casual. The taboo of it all, first serving to dissuade them, soon became a depraved appeal whenever they realized that they weren't going to supernaturally punished for violating the laws of nature.

However, when Big Macintosh suggested that he might, one of these nights, return the favor, or perhaps engage in something new and daring, she shot him a cross look, her eyes daggers. "No, Big Macintosh," she reproached, not a little angry. "You're lucky I'm doin' this for you! There's nothing more. I think you should find a mare sometime soon if you wanna do stuff like that. I can't keep taking care of you like this forever." He didn't ask a second time, not wanting to push the subject and ruin whatever this was they had going between them.

"'Sides," she added after a minute, almost as if in afterthought. "I'm your sister, remember?"

As if he could forget.

As time passed, what first served as a relief for the stallion became a torturing experiment in self control. If he had a hard time resisting thoughts of his sister before, now it was no longer even possible. Everything she did to him, every time she bit her lip to stifle a moan as she rubbed her body against his aching cock, every time she smacked her lips, belly full, after they were done, confirmed absolutely that which he had wholly expected was the case - that she was all he wanted in life.

Applejack, for her part, faced a struggle almost as compelling. The moral leprosy she experienced when indulging in desires left the foundations of her opposition to the idea rotting and decaying more and more each time. She couldn’t help doubt her willpower if he asked her one more time, maybe a bit more forcefully. But he didn’t, and she was able to reinforce her failing faith in social mores by iterating to herself that she hadn’t violated them as long as she didn’t take it a step further. After all, it’s not like they were actually having sex. While she was down on her belly, laying between her brother’s hind legs massaging and milking his cock, any argument the rational side of her mind could muster against going further seemed trite. When the world was reduced to contain her tongue, her hooves and his erection, all of the concerns of acting civilized or proper were minimized into irrelevancy. It was hard to argue with the how much delight it brought the both of them. How could something that felt so good be wrong?

They loved each other, right? Applejack felt more passion and connection with her brother than she ever had with any stallion in the past, and, she could confirm near doubtlessly, any stallion she would ever meet in the future. Hadn’t she been told her entire life to follow her heart? If her heart fluttered at the sight of him and if she came out of her daydreams about him with her heart racing excitedly at all the thoughts her idle mind had conjured, is that what they were talking about? Was there anything really so wrong about taking their relationship to some higher, physical stage? Everything that she’d been taught her life told her yes, every ache of desire and yearning in her body told her no.

“Come on, you want it, don’t you?” Applejack whispered to the drunk stallion, shaking her rump at him as she walked by him. He grinned, his eyes defocused from inebriation, and leapt clumsily from the couch.

“How ‘bout right here, honey? No need for a soft bed,” said the stallion, whose named Applejack had already forgotten.

“I like the way you think, stud.” She turned around and walked back to him. With only a pale lantern on the opposite wall, his living room was dark enough that she couldn’t even see what the stranger looked like, not that it mattered. The point of her nocturnal trip into the Ponyville Tavern wasn’t to find a stallion to stare at all night behind coy smiles and bright eyes. She’d spent barely an hour in the bar before grabbing the first stallion who looked at her with a smile. Applejack wasn’t a particularly promiscuous pony, but she was aware of the therapeutic effects of a good old fashioned roll in the hay. Particularly of late, the urge had intensified. There was no desire to looking to form a lasting relationship with a beautiful pony, here. So long as he knew where all the parts went, she’d be satisfied with her selection.

“You know how to work that thing, don’t ya?” she said, spinning around in front of him. In a set of movements Applejack hadn’t employed in a long time, her face went to the floor and her rump was thrust in the air, and a solid, single flick of her tail brushed any obstacle the young stallion might have encountered out of the way.

“‘Course I do!” the stallion replied, slightly defensively. “Just you wait and see.” He clambered on top of her, forcing Applejack to let out a little umph whenever his chest landed on her back. His dick was already hard and she could feel it throbbing warmly against her folds,, teasingly. She grinded her rump against him.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” observed the stallion, “You want this bad, don’t you?” He started slowly gyrating back and forth, coating his cock in her juices which at this point had begun to leak down her leg. “I wanna hear you say it,” he gasped, obviously pleased at himself for having such a horny mare in front of him.  “Tell me how bad you need this.”

“Oh baby, so bad. Screw me hard, right now,” Applejack responded agreeably, moving in time with his slow thrusts, their two bodies one tantalizing second away from being coupled yet already going through the motions. Just stick it in me already, you dolt.

“A polite mare would say please, but I guess I know what to do with rude mares,” he responded. Applejack felt a hoof on the back of her head, pushing her face deeper into the wool carpet.

“Not so rough now, mister. ‘Least, not right away.”

He chuckled and pulled back, lining up his cock with her hole. “Don’t worry, babe. I know how to treat a mare like she deserves.” He pushed his member into her with deliberate leisure, spreading her wet lips around him as he forced her to feel, slowly, each inch slid into her. She squirmed and writhed under him as he filled her in a way that she had needed for a very long time.

She murmured in satisfaction as he continued to push into her. He’s bigger than I thought. Applejack mused, to her delight. Still not as big as Macintosh, though, I reckon. She started drawing in short rapid breaths, as she felt the fullness and satisfaction her body had been aching after. They both let out a satisfied sigh when their hips smacked together, his shaft finally properly nestled deep inside her.

“Tighter than I thought you’d be, slut,” he grunted as he began to withdraw from her, slowly, deliberately. If it was any other day, such a statement would have the stallion on his back with a fresh bruise developing on his face, but today Applejack’s protest of anger turned into a moan of lust before it reached her lips. Her hooves scraped against the carpet as she scampered backwards slowly in an effort to keep the stallion inside of her.

“Fuck, you’re needy,” the stallion said, complaining but not really, as he gave up on pulling himself out and contented to fucking her with short, rapid thrusts that left no patience or romanticism in act. Applejack’s plush rump became a soft pillow that he collided with over and over, sending ripples throughout her body. As his cock pulled in an out of her, it was coated in the warm, tingling sensation of her arousal, and it leaked messily all over the floor.

Applejack didn’t say anything. This was what she wanted, and the way her hips pushed back with each time her mate pushed into her was a blatant display of her own enjoyment. But there was something decidedly lacking. Something that didn’t make the scenario click, something that didn’t quite make this as enjoyable as her previous experiences. Thinking, in her lust-dominated mind, she had figured it out, she managed to articulate it. “Harder,” she commanded the stallion forcefully.

He said nothing, his own commentary fallen to the wayside in favor of bestial groaning, but he made evident his understanding when Applejack felt his hooves grip her sides and his cock slam into her with more force than before, causing her to yelp. Her knees gave out and she collapsed to the floor, but the stallion never stopped fucking her, pistoning in and out of her, their hips slamming in animalistic abandon.

“Yes...” Applejack moaned, this time a natural utterance than anything said for the benefit of her partner. “Celestia, yes, fuck me...” It had been a long time since she had needed it this badly and although the stallion was trying his hardest to satisfy her, even with his sweaty body hovering over her, his ample length plunging into her with the ferocity she demanded of her partners, there was still that something missing.

“Mmm, yeah, harder,” she whispered into the carpet. “Fuck me harder, Big Macintosh.”

“W-what?” the stallion coughed out, barely slowing his frantic pace.

Applejack’s eyes shot open when she realized what she had said. In a panic, she leaped out from underneath the stallion, leaving him thrusting the air for a second in a mindless passion. Coming out from what looked like the throes of a near-orgasm, his face was contorted in rage. “What the fuck!?” he bellowed at her. “What the fuck is your problem?!”

Applejack could still feel herself nonconsciously winking under her tail, her needs left unsatisfied and her body as desperate as her partner’s. “S-sorry...” she stammered, then, as quick as she could, ran for the door, swinging her discarded hat back on her head as she fled into the chilly night without a glance back.

“Never shoulda left the farm,” Applejack grumbled to herself as Ponyville gave way to the countryside and the rolling hills juxtaposed between it and Sweet Apple Acres emerged. The cold autumn air whispered against her coat lightly, but her body felt like it was on fire. She could feel acutely the dampness on her rump and legs. In all respects, her mission tonight was unsuccessful - she was still unbearably aroused, and Big Macintosh still occupied her mind completely.

The march home did nothing to ease her wandering mind. For a brief second, she flit the idea of retreating back to Ponyville and seeing if the stallion wanted to try again, but, even if he agreed, she wasn’t sure a rough fuck that left her a quivering mess of a properly pleasured pony would provide her with catharsis for her true, perennial desires. The walk home was long, stressful, and cold and she arrived at the homestead miserable - a far cry from how had been expecting to have spent the new few hours.

Winona jumped all over her the second she got in the door, but otherwise it appeared that the house was dormant. With a sigh, she patted her dog lightly on the head, then wandered upstairs, wanting nothing more than to go to bed, and, after the inevitable dreams she was going to have in the mood she was in tonight, wake up with a fresh start. She had to be up early in the morning after all - there was still a plethora of tasks that needed accomplished before winter. A few hours ago it hadn’t mattered, as she had been expecting to have spent the night curled up in some stranger’s bed, far from her Granny’s jurisdiction, but now that she was home she was certain that a rude, morning awaking was in store.

She paused as she passed by Big Macintosh’s room, while Winona continued bouncing forward towards Applejack’s bed.. His door was open slightly, and she wondered if he was still awake. Now that she was indoors without the breeze to carry it away, the smell of her own arousal was acute, and he might already smell it if he was awake. The perverse thought brought a smile to the otherwise dejected pony, and, with a gentle push, his door creaked open. Even in the pale light filtering past her into his room, she could see him laying on his back under the covers of his bed, his member clearly outlined under the light fabric. She bit her lip, trying to force down any errant utterances, but quickly surrendered to her desires.

“Big Macintosh...you awake?” she whispered into the silent room, inching her way past the threshold. When there was no response, she spoke again, slightly louder. “Big brother?”

A loud snore sounded in response. She closed her eyes, simultaneously relieved and disappointed, and slid the door shut. What would she have done if he had been awake, and sat up in his bed, asking her name to the darkness and seeing only the shaking outline of her body, silhouetted in the doorway? Would she have, without a word, creeped into the room and clicked the door shut behind her, ignoring completely his quiet inquiries and intending to answer any of his questions wordlessly in a matter of seconds? Would she have waltzed up to the bed, social mores becoming more and more irrelevant with each step her hungering body got closer to the only thing she was convinced could satisfy her needs? Would she have crawled on top of him, dragging her dripping sex against his body, pausing only to grind it against his hardening cock? Would she have, realizing the need for silence with Applebloom only a thin wooden wall away, stifled Big Macintosh’s groan of pleasure right there by shoving her tongue into his mouth? Would she have been so overcome with passion that she would be run her tongue all over his body, kissing his neck and chest as she grinded against his erection, the two parts longing to be joined and separated from each other now only by the thinnest of materials, moral concerns no longer inhibiting either of them? Would she have slipped under the blankets, still running her lips over his neck, and slowly inched her way down his body, until his flared and twitching head, already leaking precum all over his chest, was rubbing against her folds? Would he answer her last minute hesitation by pushing upwards and into her, causing her to abandon all pretenses of them having anything other than a night long rut? He would get to see her wince and whinny quietly as she slowly pushed herself down, inch after inch of his cock going into her and satisfying her like no other stallion ever has, like no other stallion ever could? She would let out an exhausted but contented sigh, finally full? After he was embedded balls deep inside of her, stare into each other eyes in pale moonlight, and begin quietly thrusting, never breaking eye contact, the sound of the bedsprings creaking repeatedly under the weight of the mating siblings being the sound that celebrated the complete abrogation of proper familial conduct, augmented only by the hushed moans of the pair of lovers, and she would collapsed onto him as she came sobbing joyously and soaking his coat with her tears and a second later with a grunt that was perhaps too loud he would join her at the heights of orgasm and cum still embedded deep inside her spurting load and load into her and filling with an incredible warmth and -

Big Macintosh snored again, the sound calling her back to reality. Applejack shook her head, as if somehow the physical action of which would cause all these filthy thoughts to come tumbling out of her ears and forever banish them from her consciousness. She didn’t know how long she had been standing outside his shut door, but a fresh coat of liquid had covered her rump and legs. She cursed, and, after considering for a second raising her hindlegs and bucking down the door separating her from her brother, she stumbled off and into bed, completely unsatisfied and reeking of aroused mare.

She fell asleep after tossing in her bed for an hour, and she dreamt of her brother.


“Big Macintosh, get your mind outta the gutter!” Applejack yelled at him through a mouthful of iron. Sure enough, Granny Smith had forced the two ponies from their beds a minute before sun rose and they've been kept busy all day.. From gathering leaves to chopping down dead trees to flattening the pathways, they've been at one task or another in preparation of the coming season. The pegasus reported first snow even sooner than usual, so haste was essential. Despite that, this was not the first time that his sister had to pull him from the depths of his own thoughts. He was clammy with need from being around her all day.

“Sorry about that, AJ...” he groaned, picking himself from the hay up from where he had been sitting. The two of them were in the small barn that stood off for their household now, and, having cleaned up what they could, were now focused on the repairing the damaged wall. Autumn had not been good to the aging building. It was decades old, built by strange ponies long before Applejack and Big Macintosh had been alive. The rotting foundation had gone far too long without maintenance, and was now threatening collapse. New holes appeared in every direction they looked. It was almost to the point where it would have been more practical to simply knock it down and reconstruct a new building, but only almost. Illumination was scant and provided only by the sunlight that filtered through the holes in the wall, and the entire building smelled of fresh hay and cut wood. There was another faintly spicy smell, something much more interesting to the virile stallion. Applejack balanced precariously on a ladder with a mouthful of nails and a hammer. Her brother reached up and handed her another board and she began pounding it into the wall. With the awkward way she swayed back and forth on the ladder, it was all Big Macintosh could do to pace around her worriedly. He hadn’t been much help repairing the barn at all, and Applejack had done almost all the work herself.

“There,” she said positively, and spit the excess nails to the ground. After giving the board a swift kick to ensure stability, she leapt from the tall ladder and landed gracefully on a tuft of hay. “Are you gonna do any work today, Macintosh, or we’re just plannin’ on spendin’ it ogling me?”

“Sorry, AJ...” he said again, “You just look great today.”

“Great?” she chuckled, then looked herself up and down. Her mane was covered in dirt and bits of hay and grass and her coat was matted with sweat. She hadn’t even had the time to wash herself off since the incident the prior night. “I look like I just got in a fight with a bull and lost.”

“Yeah,” he agreed distantly, his gaze and mind defocused. “You look almost good enough to eat.” She frowned disapprovingly as his lustful stare moved up and down her body repeatedly, drinking in her form.

“Yeah, in your dreams, lover-boy,” she responded with a chuckle, then brushed her tail across his face teasingly.

She was surprised at the effect it had on him, and when he reacted it caused her to spin around and back up a few paces. As soon as the tail brushed against his face, his reaction was not unlike the olfactory equivalent of getting hit with a truck.. His eyes grew wide and he blinked a few times rapidly, stunned. His shaft, which, up until this point, had been only semi-erect from the sight of Applejack, throbbed and grew to its full, massive length and she saw a dollop of precum begin to leak down its head. His breathing became audibly rushed and he snorted violently, pawing the ground like a bull getting ready to charge. “You smell mighty fine, too, AJ,” he growled, his voice lower than normal as if the part of him vocalizing this was some deeper, more primal part of his consciousness.

She immediately knew why he had this reaction, and internally cursed herself for not realizing what she must smell like after stewing in her own juices all night under hot covers, or the effect that would have on Big Macintosh. Immediately, realizing that there was going to be no detente from this situation, she moved to placate him.

“Well, now, get on your back and I’ll take care of you. Just one time, today, okay? We gotta get back to work.” She took a nervous glance at the door, seeing it bolted shut and hearing nothing outside. Applebloom and her friends took all the barn animals in another ill-fated attempt to be Cutie Mark Crusader Animal Wranglers and could be back any minute, but at the state her brother was in she saw little option but get him off as soon as possible. To that end, she took a step towards him and threw her hat to the side.

“N-no, AJ,” He said, and she stopped. “Can...can I just look at you?”

“Look at me? I’d wager you’ve seen enough of me to make you happy. You’ve been ruttin’ me with your eyes all day.”

“No, AJ,” he waved a hoof dismissively. “I mean, turn around ‘nd bend over...I want you to display yourself for me.”

Immediately, embarrassment flooded her face in a bright red rush.  It was absurd, she knew, after all they had done already to feel like it was a monumental and irretractable event in their relationship for him to look at her with desire, but there was something about it that was different. No longer could she rationalize away the taboo by pretending that  he was fantasizing anything but her. She couldn’t imagine, like she had before, that he was just a desperate and pent-up stallion and she was just an anonymous set of lips and hooves for him to gratify himself on. Her body was what he lusted after, nothing else.

But really, what was so wrong with this? He’d seen plenty of her all his life, and whether she showed herself to him tonight or not there was little question that she’d occupy his mind while he pleasured himself later. Might as well calm him down now.

“W-well, alright, Big Brother...” she said, turning around. “‘Spose your nice little sister can let you stare at her hindquarters when you get a little hot and bothered. Don’t see anything wrong with that...”

Planting her hooves firmly in the dirt, she lowered her head to the ground. The sunlight filtered through a hole in the roof of the barn just right, illuminating her backside and giving her perfect rump the spotlight it deserved. She kept her straw-colored tail covering most of it, swishing it back and forth to offer him tantalizing flash before finally wrapping it around one of her hindlegs and giving her brother a full view. The results were immediate - she could already hear his thick cock slapping against his belly and the inevitable grunts of pleasure that he emitted.

“Y-ya...ya like that, Big Macintosh?” she said, experimentally, “You like staring at your little sister while you get off? You naughty pony...” she whimpered as she finished, her own words being her own repressed desires vocalized and cutting straight to her core.

The groan that Big Macintosh answered her with lit a fire in Applejack’s stomach, inflaming her with delight and passion. She could feel herself getting wet and she that all her dirty thoughts were causing her to wink at her brother, her private parts betraying her to him and telling him what she truly wanted him to do.

That’s what she knew he was thinking about right now. How could there be any ambiguity in his desires now? He was thinking about fucking his little sister while his aching cock bounced up and down and dribbled onto the hay. Applejack couldn’t help but feel empowered that she’d caused this lust in her own sibling. Even though Big Macintosh was desired enough that could probably have any mare in town that he wanted, he was spending his time in a rotting barn touching himself to her ample rump.

And what a rump it was. Despite all the labor she performed out of necessity on the farm, her hindquarters had never really acclimated itself to the exercise - ever since she was a little filly, it had remained plump, perky, and curvaceous. All of her past flings had commented on it, and more than one of them was satisfied to whittle away the hours doing nothing more than rubbing it, pushing their hooves into the soft, pliant muscle like it was putty in their hooves, squeezing and kissing it. The silly fascination always amused the farmpony, but she was content to let them all indulge in their desires. Big Macintosh appeared no different from them in his desire for her, save for perhaps reveling in it with even more enthusiasm.

“You like my rump, Big Macintosh?” she said, teasingly, as the rhythmic sounds of his slapped and the gasping, involuntary articulations of his lust echoed through the barn. “I can hear that you do. I know you wanna stick it in me...but we can’t, Big Macintosh. I’m your sister, and here you are thinking about ruttin’ me silly when we should be working. Shame on you.” The words were perhaps similar to ones she uttered to him a month ago, or a week ago, but while then they were delivered with frowning disapproval and a severe tone of admonishment, now they were accompanied only by a smirk and a flirtatious glance. She was having far too much fun teasing him, debasing and delighting herself in taboos she took seriously just a season ago. No stallion had ever looked at Applejack with the kind of intense desire that Big Macintosh was now, and she could hear him pawing the ground and whinnying like a needy animal behind her. She stuck her rump even higher in the air, her arousal glistening like honey in the sunlight, and continued talking to him, encouraging him, teasing him. “That’s right, big brother. You don’t have to sneak around behind trees and stare at me from a distance anymore. You don’t have to touch yourself in the corner of your room ‘so long as I’m around. All you gotta do is ask, and I’ll spin around and lift my tail up just for you, pretty as you please.”

A large, wet tongue dragging across her folds broke her teasing into a shuddering gasp. Intense pleasure surged through her and stifled any attempts at protest that she might have voiced. Enraptured by her own dialog, Big Macintosh had managed to sneak up behind her and was now running tongue up and down her rump, lapping at her sex.

“B-Big Macintosh!” she’d managed to gasp after accomplishing nothing but moaning into the dirt for almost a minute, “What are you doing?! You said you only wanted to look!”

“You taste so good, AJ,” he groaned, barely able to pull himself away from her long enough to enunciate that simple point.

Any question she had that as to the appropriateness of this action was only half-formed and mildly concerning by the time they were all exiled, forever pushed from her mind from the crashing waves of pleasure each time he ran his tongue over her. A great and innumerate need that had accumulated over days forced protest out of reach of her grasping willpower almost immediately.  “Oh, Celestia,” she said to the ground as she pushed her rump against him, straining every muscle of her hindlegs in order to give Big Macintosh ever greater access to her.

“Fuck...” she told him, “fuck, eat me out, Big Macintosh.” He was only too happy to obey and plunged his tongue as far in her as he could, any higher thought process long evacuated in favor of lust.

“I love it when you talk dirty, AJ,” he said quickly, before diving right back into her.

“Eat out your little fucking sister, you big fucking stud,” she continued to babble, grinding her sopping rump against his face. It had been ages since she had been this aroused, and she wouldn’t care if Celestia and Granny Smith themselves walked into the barn, she wasn’t going to make Big Macintosh stop any time soon.

Unfortunately, he pulled back of his volition. Applejack whined in desperation and started waving her rump back and forth, needing for it to be touched. Before she could vocalize her complaints, something heavy landed on top of her. A set of two, massive hooves landed beside her head with a pair of loud smacks, and she felt full weight of her brother’s body on her back.

The wind was knocked out of her for a brief second. “N-no, Big Macintosh,” she said, barely a whisper.

“Come on, AJ...you want it...I know you want it,” He started moving back and forth, rubbing his cock on the outside of her lips, his throbbing cock causing her to wink as it brushed against her and their wetness intermingling. Both of them ached and pulsed for each other like it was the most natural thing in the world, like these were two objects that were meant to be conjoined.

“Just tell me I can and I’ll rut you for as long as you want...we can do it all day, if you want...” he grinded against her and she had already collapsed into submissiveness under him, moving her body in time with him.

He was so strong, so masculine. Every single primal synapse of her mind had lit of up and nearly consumed her. They were telling her that this was right; that this was proper. That she simply had to whimper, keep her head on the ground and her rump in the air, and allow herself to be taken by this stallion that had clearly claimed and deserved her. That this stallion on top of her had just what she needed to make her happy and to make that awful longing deep within her stop.

The wind whistled through the holes in wall as the two pony silently rub their bodies together, hanging on a moral precipice. Big Macintosh was right - she did want this. She wanted this more than anything she could ever remember wanting anything in the past. It wouldn’t just make her happy at this point to drag Big Macintosh into the middle of the woods and fuck him until neither of them could walk straight - rather, it felt like it was the only thing that could make her happy at this point. She was so strong and always in control - but, under the mass of her brother, her limbs trembled in anticipation and trepidation. When Big Macintosh pulled back and lined his cock up with her tunnel, pushing so the lips were just barely parted and she could feel his flared head beginning to push inside her, he leaned his head up next to hers, nibbling on her ears and neck.

“Tell me I can, AJ,” he panted into her ear after a minute, his hot breath causing it to twitch.

Applejack wanted nothing more than to push back, to impale herself on the shaft that had been the object of her dreams and desires. Without it, she felt numb and indescribably empty. Still, she once again found the reinforcement to muster an argument.

“I can’t,” she said, pleadingly.

“You want it more than me,” her brother insisted, “I could hear it, I can taste it. Come on, AJ...jus’ let this happen. We ain’t gotta tell no one, ain’t no one gonna find out.”

“We can’t...” she said again, always the excuse, and pulled out from under him. Big Macintosh, ever gentle despite the devastating, bestial desire that was screaming at him to do what needed to be done to this fertile, horny mare, let her go. He sat on the ground, dejected.

“I...I can get you off with my mouth, though...” she said, brushing the hay out of her hair nervously, her rump still tingling with the anticipation of being filled.

Big Macintosh paused for a second, then, before his sister could even turn around, he reached up and pulled her rump towards him, collapsing backwards so that her body ran across him. Now, with the object of his desires back in front on his face, and dripping heavy down on his neck, he stuck his snout back in his sisters folds, burying his face in her butt.

She came almost immediately, starting to cry out his name but managing only a syllable before it became orgasmic babbles. Applejack was the messiest mare he’d ever been with, and warm girlcum coated his face and only incensed him to resume eating her out with even more fervor.. The determination within him built to have this mare nothing more than shivering, tingling mess before the sun set.

Applejack, her body shaking in carnal satisfaction, returned the favor after a moment, coating his cock in her saliva before she stuck it in her mouth, her jaw creaking from the massive size of it. She wasn’t she how much she could fit into her but Big Macintosh was insatiable, and his cock was so delicious that she didn’t complain as his hips bucked and inches of it slid into her mouth

“AJ, I’m gonna...” he said, after his cock was embedded down her throat. Tears were rolling down her eyes, and the orgasm she was now writhing under had to be the fifth one today. He pulled his cock out of her and pushed gasping body gently to the floor, and her only response, as he stood back up onto his wobbly legs, was to dive back under him and mouth as much of his cock as possible.

“AJ, stop...I’m gonna cum...” he said, still concerned that she didn’t want his cum inside of her. All of her actions spoke to the contrary, as he could hear her lusty moans as she deep throated his cock again. She braced herself against in the ground as he started pushing back in time with her. His inhibitions fell away and he started pushing rougher and deeper as he realized that Applejack, tough little pony that she was, couldn’t just merely handle being treated like this - it’s how she wanted it.

Applejack, deep in her mind and gagging on cock, felt dirty and powerless and weak. She felt like a submissive slutty little school filly who couldn’t help but milk the first hard cock she saw, even if it was attached to her brother. She had surrendered, not just to her overpowering brother, but to her own desires that swirled like  miasma in the depths of her mind that had began suffocating and obfuscating reason.  The way her brother fucked her face and stretched her jaw until it ached hurt so perfectly. The feelings were new to the normally pragmatic pony, and she couldn’t get enough of them. Suffering another orgasm at the thought of her throat being used as a fucktoy by her endowed brother, she doubled her efforts to get him to the same peak of pleasure

He didn’t last long. He grabbed Applejack’s flanks for leverage and began roughly fucking his sister’s face just like it was anymare’s rump and, after a final thrust and groan of immense satisfaction, quivered, and felt his balls contract and begin shooting his load into her stomach. He was still splattering his cum against AJ’s throat as he pulled out, and when his cock was finally released from the confines of her mouth another spurt or two shot out and splattered on her freckled face in thick, gooey strands. Applejack coughed and spurted, a wave of seed spilling from her mouth and onto the floor after he pulled out, but she managed a weak smile in his direction to alleviate any of his concerns.

“All this...” she coughed, her brother’s seed dripping from her mouth, “just for me?”

Big Macintosh smiled and opened his mouth to reply when a familiar set of voices echoed from somewhere outside, followed by a chorus of braying animal sounds. Applebloom and her friends were nearing the barn, their childlike giggles serving as evidence of their proximity. The siblings glanced at each other for a single, terrifying second. Big Macintosh rushed to the door while Applejack looked around frantically for something to wipe her coated face on.

With the entire family gathered around the decaying barn an hour later, they soon realized it was a lost cause. Even in the fading sunlight, every inspection beyond the cursory revealed yet another flaw and yet another problem that needed repair, or another reason why the building was inherently structurally unsound. They immediately regretted any work they had put into maintaining it that day.

“Aw, horseapples,” muttered Applejack, “Guess the animals are sleepin’ inside tonight.”  She waltzed over to the side of the decaying wall and spun around. With a swift kick to the base of the building, the entire structure wobbled for one precarious second, then proved in fragility in a explosion of dust as it collapsed to the ground.

Applebloom and Granny Smith were already hoarding the animal into their home as the siblings watch the dust settle on the ruins of the old farm, their efforts at maintaining it forlorn.

“Ah, well!” Applejack, recovered, announced heartily, “You an’ me will just build a new one together!” She threw her forelimbs around her brother and pulled him into a hug. They stood there, together, for a few minutes longer before trotting back inside.

Winter fell hard in and fast on the family in a series of rapid blizzards. One day, the leaves they intended to rake were covered in a fresh blanket of snow and their constructions abandoned, retreating in the wake of this familiar foe. After a desperate frenzy of emergency actions to cull the damage of the season, the farm fell into the comparatively lackadaisical routine of the winter life, where there was little to attempt and less to accomplish for the benefit of the farm. Applejack, after a few days where Big Macintosh suspected she was deliberately avoiding being alone with him, fled the tedium of the homestead by traveling with her friends, probably on some unfathomably important mission for the good of Equestria.

Big Macintosh whittled away the time as best he could. Without Applejack’s omnipresence, it was easier to think clearly. Without her tempting flank dancing in front of him everytime he turned around, he found it easier to stay to calm, and occupied his idle hooves with the few tasks that he could find in the short, chilly winter days.

However, after taking proper inventory of their seeds for the third time in a week, he found himself in the musty storage room more often than not. Pacing the dusty floor, occasionally spilling something just so he’d have something to do, his mind was free to wander to the further reaches of his concerns and fears.

Was it all just a fling? Did Applejack, in a heated and instantaneous moment of passion, acquiesce to his fitful demands because she was momentarily evoked into losing her head by her brother’s strange behavior? Would she, with a understanding and sad smile, pull him to the side when she finally returned to the farm and explain in impersonal detail why it was mistake that they were acting the way they did, and the impertinence of their relationship? Was that why she fled the farm - to regain her bearings, to clear her head of her brother and re-evaluate her moral positions?

He began to think that he had made an egregious error. It probably wasn’t right to let her just go like that. It would confirm all her worst suspicions - she’d suspect that he was just desperate, and, in his need, displaying a languid concern for properness, was compelled to use his sister for his gratification? Would she think that his willingness to allow her departure stemmed wholly from a lack of commitment? These questions and dozens of others swarmed him as he paced back and forth, mystery layered on speculation and making the young stallion’s head spin. He bucked a nearby barrel in frustration, and that helped for a few minutes - until his aching body reminded him of his sister’s absence.

He should have just claimed her, he decided. He could have. If he had forced himself on her Applejack’s protests would be so much wasted words in her mouth, turning into a moaning and begging before they even reached her lips. She wanted it just as pitifully as him, perhaps even more so. If he had pushed her face down into the dirt and took her in abject rejection of her stated desires, he knew he could have done so with impunity.

Was it all in the past? Had the winter storm frozen their passions - encased them permanently into a block of impenetrable ice? Would they thaw, or would their lust forever remain a sculpture - something pleasant to reflect on, but containing a tragic sense of finality that it was impossible to do so without wondering what might have been?

She answered his concerns as soon as possible. The very day after Winter-Wrap Up, when the activity of the farm was finally compelled into full locomotion by the return of spring, she paraded herself in front of him intentionally, showing off every inch of the body that had occupied every passage of his mind in the time she’d been gone. By evening, Big Macintosh was reduced to a functionless pillar of lust, able to do nothing but stare, drooling, at his sashaying sexy little sister with a look of blank, amazed lust. The months of idleness had not been kind to desires and he was desperately trying to hide him length as he pretended to focus on work, staring at Applejack out of the corner of his eye whenever she bent over, or did anything at all, really.

He was relieved when he finally figured out her game. With an embarrassed grin at his own naivety, he walked up to Applejack as she hammered on the framework of a wall, and grabbed her tail with his teeth. She spurted out, between fits of excited laughter, insincere complaints and protests as he dragged her by her tail into the forest, still smiling and not responding. Her limbs beat on his body ineffectually in a mock-struggle. When they were safely concealed behind a large oak, and he shoved Applejack’s face to the ground and buried his snout into her rump and her protests immediately gave way to delirious, needy babbling, he knew that there was no going back. Their relationship had changed forever. And Big Macintosh couldn’t be more happy, save for the reluctance Applejack still possessed to parlay their enthusiasm for each other into a final consummation.


Applejack, for dozenth time in the last hour, found herself leaning against a tree for support. It was a few weeks after Winter-Wrap Up, and a rainy spring had set in without delay. She was in the depths of Sweet Apple Acres, alone, as she had been for most of the day. Regular patrols of the farm were an established routine of the Apple Family, but this one had an explicit purpose. They hadn’t taken the rumors of a tribe of Diamond Dogs moving down from the mountains with any severity, at first. Those types of threats abounded with every turn of the calendar.

That was, of course, until, one day after nightfall, Applebloom, covered in patches of dark dirt and twigs came rushing into the kitchen sobbing and shouting incessantly. After they had calmed her down, she explained about the ‘monster’ she’d seen on the edges of their farm, climbing a tree to take an apple. Part of the collective response of her family chalked it up to a child’s overactive imagination, but any threat to the farm deserved to be taken seriously, so Applejack and Big Macintosh had investigated. All the signs confirmed it - missing apples, scratched trees, clumsy trails of foreign prints. The siblings were set on consistent, alternating patrols, so far no closer to catching the culprits than a few brief encounters with quickly fleeing silhouettes out of the corner of their vision. It had been a week since Applejack had had any contact with her brother save waking him up for his turn and immediately collapsing into sleep. All for the good of the farm.

I’ve been feelin’ funny all day. AJ thought to herself as she leaned and shivered against the tree. I hope I ain’t gettin’ sick...not at a time like this. She pushed herself off the supporting obelisk with an weary grunt. She felt like she was burning up from the inside out. There was a fire deep in her gut and its warmth spread to every inch of her body. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and her breathing grew pained if she took a few steps. The big gulps of air she began to take out of necessity did nothing to quell the dull, featureless ache that made was making it hard to stand. Instead, they fanned the flames of the burning inside of her.


“Shoot...” she enunciated to herself, the brought her hoof up to her forehead. It came away clammy and wet with sweat, visibly trembling even now as she looked at it. She blinked in passive confusion. This wasn’t like any sickness she could remember encountering. Her gaze turned upwards, but instead of the bright, overbearing sun she expected to identify as a culprit for the intense heat, she found a mere flickering light, barely able to penetrate the muggy sky.

Why am I so hot? she asked herself internally, after take a few more shaking steps. “Where’s Big Macintosh when you need him,” she grumbled to herself, “he’d know how to fix whatever’s wrong with me...” The ground underneath her spun in wide, lazy circles as her hooves struggled to find a steady hold in the wet grass.

She wandered, confused and directionless, around the property, her sophisticated patrol route now degenerated to a simple, aimless path from tree to tree. There was no way she could continue to be effective in her state - her goal was now simply getting home. Unfortunately, even that objective proved to be a lofty enough, as the haze of humidity in the saturated, wet air seemed to swirl into her body and blur her mind, turning the familiar, rolling farmland into a collection of strange shapes and unfamiliar geography.

Voices echoed in the distance, followed by a bout of hyena-like laughter. Applejack, normally, would have perked in the direction of the offending sound, but now simply turned her head gently towards them. Unbidden, and without clear purpose, her hooves began carrying her towards the voices. They were unfamiliar to her, but there was a certain appeal to them that Applejack couldn’t place. Maybe they can help me...she thought, almost accidentally, as her wobbling legs carried her towards them.

She emerged from the forest of trees, still trembling. There was a small, unkempt pathway in the woods, seldom used by the family, but now being occupied by a pair of stallions that made their way gradually towards Applejack. They were engrossed in conversation while munching on stolen apples, and, now having a form to connect to the voices, vague whispers of familiarity played at the corners of the her consciousness. She’d seen these ponies before - they were of a pair of Canterlot University students, vacationing in Ponyville. They had had the gall to saddle up to her whenever she was in the tavern with the other Elements and attempt a clumsy, childish come-on. With a flat rejection and a not-too-idle threat, they had simply smirked at her and backed down, but for some reason that wasn’t that important to the blonde pony. The burning in her stomach intensified at the sight of them, but it transformed into a pleasurable and comforting heat rather than a consuming one. Without making the deliberate decision to do so, she wandered towards them.

Their confused faces morphed into wide, malicious grins whenever they finally noticed her stumbling towards them. Tossing aside their food in ecstatic delight, the blue unicorn hurriedly nudged his pegasus companion. “See?!” he cried, his voice cracking in excitement. “I told you we’d find one! Spring’s always a good time for these country mares.” Applejack stopped, still trembling, in the middle of the road. There was something familiar in their gazes, a hint of something she’d seen all the time lately, but tinged with cruelty. She withered and whimpered under their stares.

“P-please...” she said, so quiet that they might have not even heard her. “Help..”

They walked nonchalantly up to her and began circling her, never allowing the cruel grins or lustful stares to drop from their faces. They examined her like a predator with a conquered prey in his grips - something that had already been defeated absolutely, and now it was just a matter of figured out how best to tear it apart and savor it. Applejack stepped in passive circles, trying to discern what they were doing but coming up short.

“You need it bad, don’t you?” The pegasus said, his voice high-pitched and child-like. Applejack didn’t respond, and wasn’t even sure she understood what he was asking her. The unicorn took a step closer and brushed his flank up against hers, sending a tingling throughout her entire body and forcing a low, throaty moan from her lips.

“Oh yeah,” the pegasus said, with a satisfied glance at his companion, “she needs it.”

“Fuuuuckk....” she heard the unicorn say from her behind her, her concentration still on the pegasus as he stared into her eyes, making her shiver. “Look at the rump on her...” She felt something that she’d felt before with lovers in distant, dark rooms - a pair of hooves running all over her backside, eager to touch every inch of her perfect hindquarters. There was something different about this pony’s touch however - it left her quaking and groaning.

Suddenly, there was a loud crack as the unicorn smacked her rump savagely. Her shriek echoed through the forest, brought out partially in shock, but mostly in abject delight. Her plump rump was still rolling from the pony’s brutal blow as she started backing up and shoving it towards him, eager to be struck again. The pony gladly cooperated and brought his hoof up for another strike, spurred by her reaction.

The pony still in front her brought his face inches from hers. She could smell his foul breath. Her heart was racing from excitement and she was panting in front of him. “Wha...what...” she managed to voice, the rational side of her mind putting up a desperate struggle to stay relevant.

The idle utterance was completely ignored. “You’re one horny bitch, aren’t you?” the pegasus asked breathlessly in excited passion. Needing no answer, with a sudden jerk he mashed his snout into hers and forced her tongue into her mouth. Each spank the unicorn delivered behind her caused her to moan into the mouth of this stranger. Her rump was bruised and battered as he struck her again and again, but it hurt so good.

The pegasus broke the kiss and immediately launched into an oral assault on Applejack’s face, kissing and licking her all over, absolutely overcome with desire, delirious with lust. She felt her tail being lifted out of the way, the sticky wet hair smacking against her back in a soggy clump.

When the unicorn touched his hoof to her folds, it was electric. She yipped and almost bucked as pleasure, in a veritable surge, coursed through her body over and over, leaving her tingling and tremulous when it subsided.

When she felt a tongue shoved into her, she groaned in lust and her forelimbs gave away and body jerked forward, her head resting against the dirt and her tongue extended lewdly. She had never felt this kind of pleasure before. The tongue currently playing at her netherlips and lapping up her juices might as well have belonged to some carnal deity, and she was left speechless and shuddering in its wake. The only sounds she could make at the point, she did so without hesitation - the forest reverberated with her inane demanding and deep, unrestrained howls of need.

The sun died and a grey shadow occupied her vision. She raised her head from the ground and looked up. Standing over her collapsed form was the unicorn, and right in front of her face was his cock, which was pulsing in excitement with each of the stallions heartbeats. Applejack felt a terrible ache whenever she saw it, her body forced into fascination through her need.

“Come on, bitch,” she heard from above her, “I’m sure you know what to do.”

Still not as big...Applejack’s mind conjured that phrase unbidden as she stuck out her tongue and inched towards his mottled erection.

She felt a satisfying weight on her rump now, and, when a, wet, heated shaft began rubbing against her, everything about her body coalesced into a paradise of understanding and contentment. Finally, this is what she needed to make her all better. They had dispensed with the pleasantries and she was about to get what a good little mare like her needed. She inched backwards, needing to be filled.

“W-wait...why do you get her first...” the unicorn whined petulantly

“Shut up,” his companion cut him off commandingly, “you’ll get your turn. We’re gonna have this mare to ourselves all night.”

The sound of heavy hooves racing up the dirt trail pulled the stallions from their desire. The pegasus hopped off of Applejack, and, instantly, she felt a deep dissatisfaction and yearning. Like a simpering dog she let out pitiful, desperate sounds.

“Hey, who’s this punk?” the pegasus asked him companion, obvilious to the needs of the mare beside him. His voice rose and he shouted down the trail. The sound of galloping hooves continued undeterred. “Hey! Back off. We found her fir-”

A large crack and a shrill, barking cry interrupted the stallion’s statement, and he thudded to the ground behind Applejack. Light flooded Applejack’s vision again as the unicorn above her was pulled off violently and tossed to the side. She looked up with vague concern at who had interrupted her satisfaction, and saw her brother charging the unicorn, who yelped in fear and whisked himself away in a quick burst of magical energy.

Snorting and consumed by rage, Big Macintosh spun around and rushed at the pegasus, who was just now beginning to pick himself up off of the ground. He was howling in pain and coughing out teeth and blood as Big Macintosh tackled him to the ground, slamming down his hoof onto the pony’s wing with a sickening crunch. He raised the other in the air, the sun lighting triumphantly behind it, and held it high above his head, baring down on the pegasus like a flat, heavy guillotine just waiting for the order to drop. It quivered in the air, reminding the stallion of the sudden fragility of his skull. Big Macintosh’s face was severe, specked with blood, and horrifically impassive. It was obvious that this stallion’s life now meant nothing to him. If he ended it now - if he reduced his youthful countenance to so much bits of bone and flesh and grey matter with a single slam of his hoof, it wouldn’t trouble him. There would be no regrets, no doubts, no nightmares.

This realization caused abject terror to flood the pegasus. He was blathering through his mangled mouth, a slushy of words fervently denying his crimes then begging forgiveness for them. Blood flew like spittle from the forceful desperation of his pleas, which were becoming increasingly undecipherable through the disarray of his sobbing. He was an adult a minutes ago - now he was a confused, panicking child. When he was reduced to pleading and crying, his eyes shut tight in expectation of inevitable death, Big Macintosh lifted his hoof from his broken wing. Without another intelligible word, he lept up and bolted from the scene, trying once to fly with his irreparable wings before crashing back to the ground.

Big Macintosh waited only until he had hobbled his way out of sight before running over to his sister. He picked her up off the ground.

“AJ, are you okay?!” he said, voice concerned in a way it seldom ever was.

“B-Big Macintosh?” Applejack replied, her languid body barely able to rise even with his support.

“AJ, what’s wrong w-” he began to demand, then noticed the smell. Past the iron smell of blood, there was an all too familiar scent. The stallion shook his head to clear it of the resulting dizziness, and felt his cock begin to emerge, half-erect, from its sheath. The adrenaline flooding through him made him excited and antsy, but concern for his little sister overrode anything. It clicked into place: her half-lidded eyes, the vacant smile, the fact that she allowed those two weedy stallions to work her over and was sopping wet with arousal because of it.

“Shoot, AJ,” he groaned, rubbing his head with one hoof in exasperation. “You’re in heat, ain’tcha?” Big Macintosh wasn’t sure if the sound she gave in response was an affirmation or just the inarticulate enunciations of an aroused mare. She swayed side to side like a pony that had had far too much to drink.

“We gotta get you home, AJ,” he decided, “Tarnation, why didn’t you tell nobody you were close?”

“Howdy, Big Macintosh” she responded drunkenly as if noticing him for the first time. Her voice was slurring. She saddled up to him in deliberate, clumsy steps. “Fancy seeing you here...not that I’m complain’”. Her eyes moved up and down his body in a defocused, lustful stare.

“AJ, we gotta get you home,” he repeated. The smell was nearly overwhelming.  

“Not with what I have in mind, we don’t. How ‘bout we stay out here all night and play? I...I think I’d fancy a roll in a hay with you, big brother.”

Nope. The ardent denial formed immediately in Big Macintosh’s mind, in direct contrast his body’s betray as in cock twitched with each word his little spoke. Nope. Nope. Nope. Without another word, and ignoring everything Applejack was saying, he threw her over his back. She didn’t resist, collapsing into mewling malleability at his touch, and he began galloping home. Nope nope nope. The mantra repeated endlessly in his head as Applejack whispered tantalizing confessions into her ear about all the things she wanted to do with him. Nope. Big Macintosh was a gentlemanly stallion who’d made a point to never take a mare whenever she was in heat, even if she was outright demanding it. And I’m not about to break that record with my little sister, for Celestia’s sake! He counted apple trees on his trot home to distract him.

When they arrived home, Big Macintosh thanked his luck that Granny Smith had taken Applebloom into the city to visit relatives. They’d be gone for at least a few days longer, which would be long enough for his little sister to get out of her heat and for everything to go back to normal. Transversing the entirely empty, house, he ran upstairs and shoved Applejack into her room, shutting the door to interpose a barrier between himself and her. With stoic adamancy, he positioned himself as a sentinel, guarding the treasure of his life. Ain't no stallion getting to my sister long as I’m here.

A few hours later, he was sitting on the ground, rubbing his cock slowly between his hooves as it jutted out, still hard as a rock. His sister was still locked in her room, but she’d hardly calmed down. He could hear her pacing and trotting back and forth, bucking the wall or her wardrobe occasionally, announcing her frustrations in frequent, loud cries of anguish and anger. He closed his eyes tight and let out a restrained grunt as, for the third time since he’d arrived at the house, he felt his balls clench and his cock began spurting, sending long ropes of semen splattering across the floor to join the other two loads he’s already shot, in a pitiful attempt to experience catharsis from his desires. It was no use. It didn’t nothing to absolve the need, and, even before his breathing had regulated itself from his orgasm, he felt himself growing hard at the thought and smell and sound of his horny sister. Shoot, AJ...why did I have to have such a sexy little sister? He bemoaned internally as his hooves found their way naturally to his hardening cock.

He was paralyzed with lust, inhibited by desire. He couldn’t stand and he was covered in his own sweat and smelled of stallion cum and astringent horny mare from where Applejack had rubbed her rump on him during the trip home. He found himself considering the fragility of the oak door that separated him from his desires.

It was a cruel thing, Applejack’s heat. If a week ago his sister had displayed a fraction of this enthusiasm, he had no doubt that he’d have been all over her like red on an apple. Now, unfortunately, AJ’s addled mind compelled him to behave responsibly, but it did nothing to quell the echos of desire reverberating through him, making him twitch and ache and touch himself to the thought of giving into them. Go, Instinct told him, excitedly, go, there’s a horny mare in there, begging for you! What does it matter that she’s your sister? She wants it, you want it, and there’s no one here to judge.

Big Macintosh noticed, somehow, the absence of sound beyond the door. The furious slamming of hooves on the walls and floor and the panicking, bestial snorts had ceased. He tensed up, listening hard. Maybe Applejack had finally fallen asleep, or calmed down. Just as he was about to stand, though, he heard something that answered those questions.

“Big Macintosh...” his little sister moaned from the other side of the door. She somehow turned those words from his name into a declaration of desire, making them sound like a primal, greedy moan more than any coherent statement. He could practically feel the lust dripping from her voice. Every part of his body stiffened.

“Big brother...I was thinkin...’ she continued. He wanted to block out the words, to shut her out, to yell back but he couldn’t and just turned his ear towards the door, listening hard. “and...I reckon it’s about time we get to some ruttin’.”

“Applejack,” he moaned back at her, taking in long, heavy breaths, his cock aching at her words. “We...we ca-”

“I’ve been such a bad little sister to you,” she interrupted, sounding genuinely guilty. “Teasin’ you and all and not never lettin’ you get a proper taste. It wasn’t very right of me at all.”

Big Macintosh’s hooves began moving up and down his shaft again.

“Lemme make it up to you...” she continued “I’ll let you put it in whatever hole you want, how about that? You can stick it wherever you want.”

The images of him doing just that filled him mind. They were familiar, but somehow augmented by her words. It was like a fillyfriend he had back in highschool who wouldn’t asquence to physical intercourse with him but who deigned to talk dirty to him while he touched himself to her imagination. But this was so much better, and so much worse. All it was was a simple little door and his own failing sense of propriety interposing, now.

“I can smell you out there, you know. I know you want me, I know you can’t help but touch yourself to me. You’ve told me as much yourself, you silly stallion.”

There was no denying that she was right, no chance of arguing her claims. He did want her - oh Celestia, how he wanted her.

“I can smell all that there, big brother. How many times have you shot off already, you naughty pony? All that just for me...You smell so good, Big Macintosh. Almost as good as you taste. Did I ever tell you how much I love your taste, big brother? I’d be fine if you just wanna shoot it all down my throat...that’d be just fine with me...”

“Applejack,” he pleaded with her, “Knock it off. We can’t. You’re my little sister, remember?” He hoped that returning her own argument to her would restore some sense of sanity in the crazed mare.

“Why, that don’t matter a tick now,” she replied happily, batting down his pithy excuses with an disinterested ease. “All that does matter now is that I’m a mare...and you’re a stallion.” She paused for a few seconds, allowing him to consider this axiom, this irrefutable truth that was currently the bane of his existence, before continuing. “Make me your mare,” she finished.

He moaned in frustration again and shot another sticky load all over his hooves and the floor.

Applejack lapsed into silence for a few minutes, and he knew she was waiting to see if he’d given in. He stood up shakily from the floor, and for a brief moment, it was as if his entire being was held, tottering, on a pinnacle, his consciousness desperately waiting to see which way he would fall. Would he, with one powerful kick, cave in the door separating him from his sister and bolt into her room, as frenzied as her?

Nope.

He trotted away from the door, walking into the bathroom. Grabbing a red towel, he dried himself off of the cum he’d plastered himself up with mild disgust. He was confirmed in his own willpower, and assured that he had made the right decision. With a chuckle he threw the towel into the hamper, knowing that in a few days him and Applejack, perhaps with a face burning with embarrassment, would laugh about this. Big Macintosh would probably see fit to sit her down and talk to her about the things she’s said, if only to try to draw some sort of understanding about where they stood in their relationship, and as siblings.

Those were plans for a later date, though, and now there was little to do but wait.

The sound of breaking glass from down the hall shattered his sense of self-satisfaction.

Shoot.

He broke into a run, sprinting down the hallway and shouldering Applejack’s door. The wooden frame splintered and cracked easily from his bulk and the door fell forward into an empty room. He rushed over to the broken window in time to see Applejack coming out of a athletic dive and, apparently unharmed and unfazed, begin galloping with all her speed up the road towards town.

Ignoring how pleasant the room that Applejack had been cooped up in smelled, he cursed at her and bolted out of it, barreling down the stairs and out of the house recklessly in an effort to corral his needy sister. She was already a fading a dot on the horizon, and he took off after her, his hooves slamming ground and kicking up dirt behind him as the familiar acres realized themselves and the house faded into the distance.

The heat was obviously throwing Applejack off, and on any other day she’d have had him outpaced and left him in the dust a mile ago. Today, however, he found himself gaining on her and soon they were in shouting distance. Applejack didn’t even seem to notice him as he galloped beside her.

With a furious tackle, he lunged for his sprinting sister and threw his limbs around her. The soft grass on the side of the road provided a suitably soft cushion for the landing of the Apple siblings, who had become a tangled mess of limbs, mane, and sweat.

To this day, Big Macintosh could never figured out how they managed to untangle themselves in such a way that Applejack’s rump was grinding against his cock, her face in the grass and him standing over her, a towering monolith of muscles. Before he could retreat from the compromising position, his sister swung the hat down from her head and clench it between her teeth. “You should be more gentle with your little sister,” she said, muffled.

And that was all it took.

The final crack in the dam was finally caused it to break, and hunger and craving consumed him absolutely. The knife tilted irremediably to one side, and he tumbled off its edge and landed solidly. The distant, wailing he heard was last echoes of decency reverberating through his mind, now being properly sorted into a small box of irrelevancy at the sight of his sister laying under him. Where before, mere minutes ago, the ancient morals had seemed hold strong and fast against animalistic desire, now they had collapsed and appeared to be no more than scrambling, factitious, pathetic children, trying desperately and futilely to check primordial forces far beyond their reckoning.

What could be more simple, more natural, more perfect than the two of them? It was as Applejack said - at their core, this was a mare and stallion with needs and wants. Like a gem, they were cut irreducibly to their most pure and beautiful forms - a pair of mating ponies.

“You sure you want this, AJ?” The death throes of modesty compelled him to voice one final challenge.

“More ‘an anything,” she whispered instantly out of the corner of her mouth, digging her hooves into the ground for leverage.

He lined his massive cock up with her lips, teasing them gently. She was bucking backward wantonly, greedily, nothing but satisfaction on her mind and her brother being fit to satisfy that itch. Even with how wet she was, Big Macintosh’s girth made it a difficult squeeze. He was gentle with her. When she felt him inch forward and spread her lips with the head of his cock, she stopped moving. There was no need for a greedy insistence anymore - she was getting what she wanted.

Big Macintosh could feel the heat radiating from Applejack in a wave. Her rump as hot as an oven,  burning in need. His pushed inside her as slowly as possible, and let out a satisfied grunt whenever one inch slid into her. Pausing to allow his sister to grow acclimated to this, he pushed forward again after a few seconds. Already, the walls of her tunnel were writhing, pulsing, milking him with improbable heat. Friction was nonexistent - the sopping wetness made his cock slide slowly into his sister with ease. Her hindlegs took cautious, tentative steps apart from one another - spreading herself to allow her brother deeper and deeper inside, stretching more and more.

The only thing that kept Applejack from shrieking was the hat clenched tightly between her teeth. Despite her eyes being shut tight, thin tears rolled from them. There was only so much she could have prepared for - fantasies about his massive cock, imaging it plunging inside of her, pretending other stallions were him, it equated to absolutely nothing now that it was actually, slowly, torturously, forcing its way inside of her. She felt like she was being split open, an immense wave of pleasure and pain driving up her core.The voice of Big Macintosh had been reduced to a collection of simplistic grunts at each half-inch he embedded inside of her. She kept expecting it to stop, it to finally be over and fully inside her, but it never did, just inch after inch of his impossibly thick cock forcing its way into her.

This was a culmination of years of desire. Years of repressed lust that had been alight inside the siblings had finally boiled over and this is what they were reduced to - fucking on the side of the road, the world around them completely ignored. Months and months of foreplay seemed to lead directly into this event, and Applejack couldn’t help but feel that it was worth the wait.

He finally did bottom out inside of her, amazingly, his full, heavy balls smacking lightly against Applejack and immediately becoming coated in the warm girlcum that Applejack was dripping wantonly around her brother’s cock. Both of the ponies were gasping and panting, his cock firmly embedded inside of her. Sweat dripped from Big Macintosh onto his little sister and as their bodies rubbed together it was hard to tell whose was whose. They were one now.

“T-there you go, Big Macintosh,” Applejack said, the organ deep inside her causing her breathing to grow short and erratic. “Jus’ like that...n-nice and slow with your little sister. Don’t wanna go hurtin’ her now.”

They remained like this. Both ponies were fidgeting. It was incredible how perfect, how full, how content Applejack felt. The distant yearning, the mild hunger that had ate away in the depths of her consciousness even since she first walked in on Big Macintosh masturbating, was finally fulfilled, and oh Celestia did it feel good. There was no adequate reason why they hadn’t done this sooner, no possible excuse for not doing this every single day for the rest of their lives. Her hooves were plodding the ground idly, wanting to back up, wanting this to last forever, for her to never have to feel empty again.

She felt him begin to withdraw. His enormous cock, covered in her juices, slowly began to slide out of her and a dull panic engulfed her. She began to whimper and moan, unashamed, until she heard the comforting voice of her brother, tinged with a masculine and rough infliction brought on from his descension into the baser parts of consciousness.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he said, calming her down, “I’m gonna fuck you now, Applejack.” It was the first time she had ever heard him curse, and there was something about the pure excitement in his voice that drove Applejack wild. She resisted - barely - the temptation to buck backwards in excitement.

He repeated the motions from before, sliding into her slightly faster than before, forcing a moan from Applejack before she hurriedly bit down on her hat to stifle any louder sounds. Every time he pushed back into her, the walls clenched down on him, desperate to keep him inside of her, and when he pulled back, he found his sister arching her back and pushing herself backwards. They began a slow, rocking motion, their hips fitting together like perfect puzzle pieces as they pushed against one another.

Applejack mumbled something that was completely lost amid the gentle, wet sounds of their slow copulation.

Big Macintosh stopped. “What was that, Apple tart?” he whispered down at her gently.

She spit the hat to the ground, “Harder,” she commanded.

Big Macintosh was hesitant, at first, but when the first rough slam brought Applejack’s face to the ground and made her cum all over his cock, he couldn’t help but see the abandoning of any tenderness to be wholly positive thing. Most mares he had been with had commanded him to move as slowly as possible so his massive cock wouldn’t cause any pain, but Applejack was insisting on the opposite - first vocally, and now with her body. The gentle, slow lovemaking that they had been performing quickly devolved into a rough, desperate mating - the kind that a young couple who couldn’t keep their hooves off of each other acted out whenever they snuck behind a building and tried to get one another off as quickly as possible. Their bodies struck one another in repeated, angry collisions. Warm liquid drooled from Applejack’s hole, coating their hindlegs in mutual stickiness as the rubbed up against one another. Her tail wrapped around his waist with surprising vigor.

Applejack couldn’t compose herself. She tried to lift herself off the ground but found the task impossible, collapsing with her front legs splayed and her mouth hanging open. Every word she tried to utter became nothing more than lustful babbling before it reached her lips. He was so fucking big and he was slamming into her so hard that her entire body jerked forward with each thrust, grinding her face against the ground. There was nothing that could compare to this - past experiences with bumbling lovers were so far removed from this that they didn’t even attract comparison. She couldn’t even move - her entire body left quaking in pleasure, she could only lay there as her brother bottomed out inside her over and over, his muscular hips slamming into her cushiony rump.

Suddenly, though, he stopped. The acute absence of the movement that Applejack’s body been moving too caused her to look up in shock. Big Macintosh towered over her, and whispered into her ear.

“Is this good for you, AJ? You like getting screwed by your big brother?” A coy smile played at the corners of his lips. Seeing Applejack - his composed, reserved little sister - moaning and grinding against him like a whore brought out a part of him that rarely showed itself.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she gasped, finally able to enunciate clear words now that he had stopped screwing her as hard as he could. “You hear me? Fuck me.”

“I think I can do that, AJ,” he said, and pulled back.

He was interrupted by the sound of conversation from further of the road. Pulled from his concentration on his sister, he glanced upwards and saw two mares making their way idly towards the Apple estate, engrossed in conversation with one another. He recognized them dimly as two of Applejack friends.

In a panic, he lept off of his sister. His sister didn’t maintain the same of concern for modesty, and started shouting at him as he pulled out of her. She pulled herself off the ground with wobbly legs and noticed the two intruders to their coitus.

“Shoot,” she said blankly.

She gasped in shock as Big Macintosh grabbed her tail and pulled her off the side of the road, dropping her after they had hidden themselves behind a few layers of trees. Big Macintosh had pressed himself against a tree and watched the pair of mares wandered by them, chatting and laughing. Before they had even passed, however, he felt a warm heat dragging along the length of his cock. He looked down in shock and found his sister looking up at him with wide eyes, her tongue drawing slow lines up and down his erection, which was still dripping and twitching from their interrupted rutting.

“We ain’t stoppin’ on account of nothing,” she said

He was in no mood to argue.

He backed away from the tree he was leaning against and pushed his sister against it perhaps a bit harder than he should have. She didn’t complain - instead, she smiled widely back at his as took his proper place behind her and lined up his cock with her pussy once again.

As he slid back into her, Applejack had to cover her mouth with her hoof to deaden the sounds of her pleasure. Big Macintosh let out muted grunts as he took on a slow, insufferably calm pace. The ponies on the road appeared not to notice the mating siblings through the thicket.

Applejack didn’t even appear to care if they did. She kept pushing back against him, trying to encourage him to to fuck her harder, to coax him deeper and deeper inside of her. Big Macintosh, a cruel and mischievous part of him emerging, picked up his pace and grabbed her body for support, going back to the rough screwing that he now knew his sister required.

He leaned down and grabbed a mouthful of his sister’s soaked mane. As he pulled out of her, he jerked back and pulled it roughly, wrenching her head away from her hoof and causing her to shriek in surprise and delight.

The ponies on the road skidded to a halt. Applejack’s cry echoed throughout the forest, and the mares spun around in slow, uneasy circles, trying to identify the source of the disturbance. The reverberation of the shout through the trees made it sound like it came from every direction at once.

Big Macintosh held his sister close, frozen as he stared in trepidation at the worried ponies peering around quizzically a short trot from where he was currently mating with his sister. The fear was tinged with distant excitement, and, somehow, he felt the bizarre yearning for others to know the carnal satisfaction that Applejack and he had found together.

Applejack grinded against him mercilessly. She was shameless at this point - her muffled murmuring never stopped as her rump rubbed against his balls. He tried to tell her to calm down, but found his own body moving in concert with hers.

The bewildered ponies on the road started whispering to one another, their ears still perked up in search of what had broken the tranquilness of the acres. One of them, with a gasp, jutted a hoof towards the side of the road. The other turned and looked, and Big Macintosh realized what they had discovered - Applejack’s characteristic hat still sat abandoned on the ground.

Big Macintosh kept his breath inside of him as he held himself still for one precarious second. The two ponies then turned and dashed, with frantic haste, down the road towards the Apple’s house, no doubt deciding, for lack of a better alternative, to start their investigation there. He let out the breath in a relieved snort.

“Do you want them to know?” Big Macintosh asked through a mouthful of his sister’s hair, tugging roughly on it again. The bestial and feral side of him was reemerging now that the immediate danger has passed. “Do you want them to know that you’re foolin’ around with your big brother?”

“Yeessssss...” Applejack moaned, out of her mind. She was delirious with arousal and Big Macintosh was sure she didn’t even know what she was saying - she was simply desperate to submit and acquiesce to whatever the stallion that was bringing her this much pleasure said. He could tell her anything and she’d nod fervently in compliance, all the while rocking her body up and down his cock in the hopes of turning his attention to a much more pertinent matter.

“Now, where were we...” Big Macintosh said, dragging his hooves along her body before finally settling them on her shoulders and gripped her tightly for support. “You might wanna hold on tight, AJ. This might get a little rough.” Applejack grinned and held on tight to the tree in front her. Her rear hooves planted themselves into the soil.

There was no need for any more hesitation. Big Macintosh pulled back and immediately started pistoning in and out of her as fast and savagely as possible. Tears flowed freely down Applejack’s face as the combination of intense pleasure and pain overwhelmed her. The tree shook as Big Macintosh pounded into her again and again, pushing her brutally against it.

They were regressed to mutual states of inarticulacy, only able to sputter unintelligible sounds of lust at each other. Their minds were blank, able to cognize nothing but each other. They were in another world - one that only contained the two of them. Each time he hilted inside of his sister his dick felt like it was trapped in a hot, wet vice, and it squeezed his length relentlessly, almost as if she was desperate to keep him balls-deep inside of her.  There was nothing elegant about the way they were rutting now - it was two animals in heat fucking each other’s brains out, consumed by passion and lust for each other. The leaves began to dance in the wind around them, shook loose from the ferocity of their mating. He leaned down and, dissolving into delirium, frantically began kissing the back of his sister’s neck, running his tongue all over her coat. He want to taste every inch of her, she was so perfect. He breathed in deeply the smell of her sweat and the heady aroma of her musk. He had never smelled anything so amazing.

He wasn’t going to last much longer. He’d been waiting for this moment for so long, far too long. Applejack was struggling to stay upright, her hindlegs quivering and sore as her massive brother hammered into her violently.

“Applejack...” he said, barely managing to get the word out. Though he had stopped moving, Applejack was insatiable and continued impaling herself on his dick.

“Applejack,” he said again. “I’m close...”

If anything, Applejack started moving with even more vigor. There was no way they were going to stop now.

“I need to pull out, AJ,” he gasped. There was no way he was going to last more than a few seconds longer.

Applejack glanced back at him with conviction. “Oh no you don’t,” she blathered. “Oh no, d-don’t you fucking dare.” She refused to stop moving, to stop trying to milk his cock. “You fill your little s-sister up right now, Big Macintosh.”

The argument she made was far too compelling to resist. With one final thrust, the massive organ burying itself deep inside her caused her to cum again, squirting hot liquid all over her brother’s shaft. Her muscles clenched down and squeezed and wantonly massaged him as she came, and, as she could feel him twitching inside of her, she knew he was at his peak. He collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her mane as he came.

Overwhelmed by the heat and constricting walls of his sister’s pussy, he felt his entire body clench and he came, shooting his load deep inside her womb. His hips bucked into hers as he rode out the orgasm, thrusting into her as spurt after spurt of his cum filled her to the brim and began to leak out even as he was still embedded inside her. They were both in tears by the end of it, and, with his sister panting beneath him, he mumbled “I love ya, AJ.”

The world came back all at once, and suddenly they were acutely aware of how exhausted they were. Gingerly, he pulled his softening cock from her, and a torrent of his seed flooded down her leg. His cock, covered in his and his sister’s cum, was still dripping as he gently laid on the ground. Applejack, legs wobbling, stumbled over and curled up beside him. The burning desire that had been eating away at them from the inside had been quenched, and now was replaced by the burning of sore muscles and exhausted bodies. He wrapped his limbs around her and pulled her close, and she sighed contentedly as she collapsed into exhaustion. Nothing, at this point, could have pulled them away from one another or compelled them to rise from the grass. They had never been more satisfied, and now what they had both hoped and feared for months was finally confirmed - they would never been more happy with anypony else then they were with each other.