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Big Mac couldn’t go to sleep. His mind raced through and through about how he didn’t do good
enough during the cider competition for Sweet Apple Acres. He knew they were cheap low lives of
brothers. He knew they only won because they not only had a machine, but also cheated. But winning or
losing, if used right, that machine could’ve made apple cider much easier to produce.
He shifted in bed, hopefully to get in a comfy position. Nothing prevailed. The moon was in the
middle of the sky, shining brightly through his window, further more adding obstacles to his slumber. He
could have a much easier time on the farm, he could get out more, he could make extra money for him,
and the family. But he was raised knowing that fancy contraptions will never truly replace the works a
Stallion could do.
He couldn’t stand the silence anymore, despite the fact that he himself, is a pretty short spoken
stallion. He walked over to his night stand and opened the drawer to collect a pair of gloves. He had never
been one to steal, but once, every week, he would go to nurse Redheart’s office and snatch a few medical
gloves, while granny smith was getting her weekly check up. He would save them for certain nights when
he was awake and couldn’t go to sleep. This was one of those nights. He slipped the thin, rubbery sheath
over his left hoof, and did what nopony would’ve ever expected. He hoofed his anus. The coat tight glove
restricted any fecal matter from getting on his hoof.
He couldn’t get himself dirty because he knew he would be walking around smelling like crap the
next morning. He slowly tickled around his sphincter, hoping to open his naturally clenched anus. He
wasn’t homosexual, but he liked to experience things that nopony ever dared to do, every now and then.
His tight hole started to give way to his massive hoof as he grew a smile and plunged in. He squeezed his
muscles involuntarily, 3 inches deep. Big Mac had been doing this for a few weeks already, but he still
wouldn’t open for himself.
He closed his eyes, relaxed his face, and was able to let up on his hoof. 6 inches deep. He felt like
he could go further but something was physically blocking the way. It was hard, yet squishy. The texture
felt so good through the gloves. He poked at it several times before letting it push itself out. He let his
large intestine push the solidish material slowly through, while he was backing up his hoof, as to keep
pace. As he was pulling his foreleg out, the coat that was recently plugged into his natural cave, had a
wet, sticky, brown, mucus damped in his fur.
He stopped pulling back once the tip of his hoof reached the edge of his anus. The throbbing
stump trying its best to be released. Big Mac held it. It felt so good to have the power over himself, and at
the same time have no control. His insides were starting to ache, and churn on the inside. He couldn’t
stand the sharp pain above his pubic area and pulled out his hoof. A loud fart emitted from between his
flank as a huge stump of feces rocketed out of his anus, and plopped on his bed.
“Uhh.” He let out an ecstatic sigh.
He started breathing again. His breaths were short, quick, and raspy. He stepped off his bed to
look at the mess he had made. Near the foot of the bed was a nice, thick, long terd that emitted the most
beautiful aroma to his nose. He reached over to snort right over the steamy pile of crap. He knew he had to
wash the sheets before morning, so he decided to might as well get the most of it.
He started slowly at first. Licking the long fecal matter up and down smoothly with his long
curling tongue. He licked the moisty yet rocky treat, up and down, up and down, up and down, and then
all around. He used his gloved hoof to roll the terd continuously while keeping his tongue in a fixed
position to caress the whole dimensions of its hot, sticky mass. Little did he know that he was smearing
stains across the sheets.
Eventually satisfied with licking it, he picked it up and bit off a small chunk to swash around in
his mouth. No not chew, swash. After a few minutes of rolling it around his tongue and saturating it with
his saliva, he was able to make it have a milkshake texture. From there he used it like mouthwash, not
leaving a single part of the insides of his mouth untouched by the Chocolate Slushee.
That’s what he called this form of crap… yes, there are many forms. Ever since he was a young
colt, even though he always seemed like the most mature one in his class, despite being the last one to get
his cutie mark, he always found feces funny. He would name the type of crap in the toilet, such being, the
Lincoln Log, or the Cheese Nickels, and lets not forget The Reah! Oh, how he loved playing with it. The
simple pleasures of just picking it up and rubbing it all over your body.
But he wasn’t in the mood to get that dirty tonight. He decided to do something less messy, but
just as satisfying. He extended his lower lip and made it curl so that the juices could slowly dribble out and
flow off his rock hard dick. The Chocolate Slushee had a steady flow out of his mouth, and waterfall to his
tip, where several tiny rivers flowed down his shaft, the veins steering the juices down its gravitational
pull. He even aimed some of the juices to fall through his urethra. It stung like a b**tch. He didn’t stop
the flow though. He just started letting it run faster from his lower lip. But by doing this, he got sloppy
and made some fall into his pubic fur. That would leave a stain. He couldn’t take a shower or he’d wake
everypony up, so he decided to wait it out and hopefully they wont notice his stench.
Well, actually, Applejack knew about his necrophilism. She walked in one day to find him in the
toilet deep throating himself with a dry stump. He was still embarrassed to this day about it, and always
tried to hide his fetish from her. She hasn’t talked about it at all, but she has silently judged him ever
since. But also has envied him. She would do anything to give her self sexual pleasures the same way Big
Mac did to himself. She was such a boring pony compared to popular media of Equestria. She hasn’t even
got an orgasm yet in her life. But back to the story, Big Mac sat down on his crap smeared bed and started
jacking off with his anally lubricated penis.
Every stroke on his hard, slick, cock brought him closer and closer to sheer ecstasy. Not only the
physical feeling was appealing to his desires, but the mentality of what he was doing just drove his
hormones insane! He started beating his meat more vigorously every few strokes to the point where his
biceps were bulging, and his hoof practically squeezing the life out of his shaft. He had his mouth wide
open but couldn’t breathe no matter how hard he tried. A single tear formed under his eyelid, slowly
dripping down his cheek and onto the floor. His head twitched. No, it was spazzing. He was so close to his
climax, yet so, so far away. In order to hurry and finish what he had started, he used his gloveless hoof to
add more pleasure. He rubbed in circling motions around his shaft to hopefully knot over himself. This
was to no conclusion. He stopped after a few minutes and gave up.
He laid his tired, yet energy filled body down on his bed, mad at himself for going through so
much for nothing. He lightly slapped his still throbbing dick as punishment. that’s all it needed. From the
back of his testes, through his vassimirs gland, though the urethra, and out the tip, a light brownish liquid
sprayed out like a broken fire hydrant. Semen mixed with feces squirted all over his belly, and was even
able to make a trajectory right into his mouth. He opened his lips with no hesitation, and swallowed the
rest of his load. He was done.
He should’ve cleaned up his huge mess, but all he could do was lay down his head, no worries
about anything, and went to sleep. The stench in the air only made it easier for him to sleep, and wait for
tomorrow to explain his fetish to his little sister, Applejack.
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The basement was dark… cold… wet. With the door closed, the large room was pitch black. You
can only know what was in there if you heard them… or felt them. You would shiver after spending a few
minutes in the darkness. The warmest part of the room were the insides of fleshy objects. What they
looked like, nopony would ever know, but they always had body heat stored deep within the carcasses. But
the 2 guests were not able to do this, for they had been suspended from the ceiling. Barbed wire wrapped
around their ankles, and hanging a mere 2 feet from the damp cobblestone below.
Though they couldn’t see each other, the occupants knew exactly where the other was. They were
facing each other, only a few inches away from the others face. They have been like this for 3 days.
Couldn’t they get out if they worked together? Well, they never moved because they were attached. Both
of their penises were pressed together, hole to hole, with a double sided pin needle creeping through each
of their urethras. And to add on top of that, their shafts were wrapped in duct tape so that it would involve
a lot of struggling to get out. A slight move would burn the internal flesh within their colt hood. They
tried to escape when they both woke up half a week ago, now the duct tape was a dark crimson red on the
bottom, with a drop of oversaturated blood dripping every few minutes.
They only survived this long by drinking buckets of water that laid beneath them a few inches.
But it had been more bad than good, since both were mixed with the dripping blood, urine, and their other
excrements. Luckily, it was cold so there weren’t any larvae floating in it. But that didn’t mean they’re
weren’t any creepy crawlies accompanying the two. A joyful cockroach had nestled subtly within one of
their anal cavities. He knew of this, but could care less, he had lost almost all of his energy from the
passing days, and without food, he didn’t have to poop. This led him to leave his sphincter open and
uncaringly letting the 2 inch creature snuggle within its fleshy, warm walls and lay its next batch of eggs.
The other had small ticks suckling blood from his upper lip, buried in his moustache. Also,
uncaring, he just hung there, feeling the urge to itch but too scared to make a slight movement. His
mucus, had overflowed from his nostrils and had a narrow, slimy slide through his nose to his forehead.
Every time he bent his head back to get a few sips of water, the mucus would flow right into the water in
front of him.
Neither were gagged. But they had lost the initiative of escape long ago. Their lips had dried.
When ever one would try to open them to get a gulp of air, the dry, crackly flesh would start to tear and
bleed.
Creak. A door from above slowly creaked open while light slowly crept in towards the inside of
the pitch black space. It was an apple cider cellar. There were barrels and kegs stacked on top of each
other and in rows across the skinny hallways. That explains the overall wetness of the underground room.
But the dampness was also due to the bleeding bodies that scattered the floor beneath the dangling
subjects. A silhouetted figure walked down a ladder that led down to this hell hole.
The figure closed the door above it. All the 2 hostages could hear were the hoof steps getting
closer to them. The moustached one felt scared. This pony knew they were down here, it must’ve been the
one that tied them here. While following the hoof steps, he could hear them stop behind him. His
heartbeat started beating so fast that the it could’ve popped right out of his chest. After about 3 minutes,
he started to calm down. He let out a sigh. As if perfectly timed, the second he felt safe a long, slender
object penetrated his anus.
“Uhh.” he let out a small moan as the waxy object slid through deeper through his rectum
smoothly. It wasn’t put that deep though, but that wasn’t a bad thing… not at all. The bad thing was that
a small match was lit by the mysterious figure. It was used to light the wick on top of the anally inserted
candle.
“Well, hey there sugarcube.” said the figure who now stepped in front of the upside down colt. It
was a mare. She was orange. She had a… hat. It was Applejack! She looked into his eyes and saw the fear
in them as he realized who she was. “Didja miss me.” she licked from his bottom neck, down to his cheek
and ended with a slight pecker of a kiss. This made his adrenaline go crazy, not only cause he felt that she
was a crazy pony, but because her lips across him felt so good. His penis started to wiggle. He tried his
best to not grow an erection for it would torture him and his partner. But Applejack kissing up his chest,
getting closer and closer to the base of his colt hood didn’t help at all. She stood on her hind legs and
started to suckle on his scrotum. She made sure she was soft, but firm, rubbing his balls between her
tongue and teeth.
He was now at full erection, causing more blood to flow from his penis and onto the floor below.
His partner, not verbally intact, started to wince at the throbbing of the others erection. Applejack knew
what she was causing for the blood was dripping from the duct tape much faster. She decided to drive her
victim crazier and stood in front of his face, causing her sweet spot to be right in front of his face. He
looked at it with disgust. Its not that it looked ugly, actually, it was a beautiful pussy, but the whole fact of
her doing this to him was downright despicable. But his mind was below the belt line right now, or for his
case, above. He reached forward with a half conscious mind and started licking her pussy lips. His mind
might have been seduced to her, but his body was still tired and weak. But it didn’t matter to AJ, she
wasn’t doing this for her pleasure.
She wanted them to torture each other, and that was exactly what was happening. The other pony
started scrunching his face, still not able to let out a scream. Tears ran down both of the ponies eyes. The
brother though could care less about the pain, in fact, the pain only made it more kinky and drove him to
lick faster around her thick outer lips. Applejack started giving out a few moans to drive him harder. They
were somewhat fake, but not completely. She knew she couldn’t lie, so she just over exaggerated her
sounds of ecstasy. It worked. He started jerking his head faster, pushing his tongue deeper into her, and
eventually reaching her clit. This did have its consequences however… the jerking of his head caused his
whole body to be shake uncontrollably. The blood dripped about 10 drips a second.
“BROTHER! STOP! PLEASE!” Screamed the brother who had the short end of the stick.
Applejack gave a little smirk to herself. She’s doing exactly what she wanted. She got off of the horny,
brainless brother and walked on all fours to the crying sibling.
“What’s wrong with ya? I think you need a little pleasure yourself.” with that she started kissing
his lips. His blood was spilling into her mouth. Disgusted, she quickly stopped and proceeded to do the
same thing to him as she did to his brother. This wasn’t working against him. He was able to control his
erection… mostly because his dick was in unimaginable state of pain. Disappointed, she dismounted and
looked him in the eyes with anger. He had no emotion within his.
“Well, as it seems, I can’t seduce you. But you are gonna tell me how made that super cider
speedy squeeshy tweedy…AHH! Whatever that fancy contraptions called. So, do you want to do it the easy
way… or the hard way?” She stared at him with out moving a single feature. Her glare would scare
anypony but Fluttershy, but he, having been through this worst pain anypony in Equestria has had before,
wasn’t going to budge.
“Why aren’t you talkin so much now? Hmm? What, you feel like you should keep a secret!
Honey, I bet you I can get that there blueprint out of you by tonight. If you choose to go the hard route,
even if you tell me, if I’m not finished with you, I’ll keep going until I’m satisfied.”
Flim stood his ground(pun intended). He spat in her face with his mixture of blood and saliva.
This made her flinch and wipe her nose off. She didn’t have sick fetishes, so this whole ordeal did not
turn her on one bit, but she had to do it in order to get the blueprints. “I see how you want to do this.”
She started choking Flim, while scooting her flank back towards Flam, so that he could swing his body
back and forth to taste her sweet vagina. Flim was turning purple as he was also swinging by the
repercussions of his delirious brother. He would’ve screamed again, but he couldn’t even let out a breath,
that is, until she loosened up on her grip, as to not make him faint.
She looked at his long unicorn horn, which didn’t work because of a poison she had injected into
them the first night. She stroked his horn as to pleasure him, but the poison also numbed the horn as a
whole. She decided to mess with it anyways. She ran her hooves faster and in a rhythmic motion upon his
horn. He couldn’t feel anything now, but if he could, he would be in sheer ecstasy. Applejack continued in
her own pleasure, pussy still being licked by Flam.
Flim used this time to rejoice not feeling anything. He lost all feeling in his penis, anus, and
ankles. He felt like he could finally go to sleep. After spending 3 days down in there, he never slept even
though he was in complete peace, sort of. But now, in all this chaos, he wanted to close his eyes… and
sleep. Applejack took awhile to notice his slumber and calmed her jerking hoof.
She was getting bored. Flim was asleep, and Flam was barely pleasuring her. She walked her way
to Flam and slapped him in frustration. He loved it. She couldn’t stand to see him so happy, and wanted to
desperately cause him discomfort. She picked up a knife that she always kept down there and brought it to
his mouth.
“You aint too good with that there tongue. Let me get rid of that no good piece a flesh.” She
grabbed his tongue and sliced it off, letting it drop into his water bucket below. Blood was now dripping
down his cheeks and forehead in whole ounces. He winced as AJ chuckled, winning a small victory for
getting the blueprints out of them. He whimpered at the pain in his mouth, unable to stop the bleeding that
filled his mouth with the disdainful taste of iron.
Creak. Applejack’s heart skipped a beat. It took a while for it to hit her. This only spanned a few
seconds though, but those few seconds felt like minutes to the scared tormentor. A huge, bulky silhouette
climbed down the ladder. The figure walked closer to the ponies and was able to show his face in the
candle light… the wax was now dripping inside his anus, internally burning him. Applejack’s face grew
pale as she realized it was her older brother.
“Now what in the hay are you doing down here? What are you doing to these poor colts?!” Big
Mac rarely had concern in his voice. He did now. Applejack looked down at her hooves and started to kick
the dirt.
“You should be ashamed of yourself. Why? Don’t tell me it was for the blueprints!”
Applejack sighed and raised her lowered head. “I, I… you… promise you wont tell Granny
Smith?”
“Cant make that promise sis.” He had the calm, low, southern drawl back again.
“Then I guess ah tell ‘er about your bed sheets this morning! Yeah, I saw ‘em. I know you
wouldn’t sleep in on a harvesting day. I checked your room and saw how dirty you there made it.”
Big Mac grew a sheepish smile and gave a slight blush, but due to his red coat, it was barely
noticeable. “Well, you got me there sis. But this still aint right. And… and what’s all these other bodies!”
“Well, this here is Cherry Jubilee, she didn’t take my leaving to fair. Said I needed stay and make
her money, but I showed her who’s got the most intimidation.” She started growing a smile.
“That there is a few outlaws in Appaloosa that needed some takin’ care of. This little filly right
here is Twist. I taught that little mule a lesson. She thinks just cause she got her cutie mark before lil
Applebloom, that she could act mean. I would’ve got that little brat Diamond Tiara if it weren’t for her
daddy.” She was now acting like she was proud of her past victims. Big Mac just stared with his non
emotional face as usual. She looked into his droopy eyes and wiped her smile off her face. “I know none of
this aint right, but sometimes a pony has to do what a pony has to do. I don’t expect you to understand me,
but don’t expect me to understand your love for crap.”
He threw his act in the trash, and winced at the remark. Now he looked down and fiddled his
hooves together. “Well, I guess I should help you with this here interrogation. You don’t seem to be doing
too well.” He pushed her aside, and walked up to Flim.
“You wanna tell me how to make your small contraption? I believe I’m a lot more stronger… and
creative than my sister.”
“Why don’t you just use ours? It works perfectly well…” his face was punched before he could
finish.
“Cause that would be stealing, then we’d have the cops on our flanks.”
“Are you bucking kidding me. By doing this, you’ll still….” punched again.
“Because I doubt you would report us when we let you go, as you know how easily we can catch
you… or you could just rot down here and you’ll be forgotten. Your choice.”
He spat in Big Mac’s face. He wiped it off and licked his bloody saliva right in front of him. A
wicked smile grew on his face. Flim started shaking now. He couldn’t help but shudder when Big Mac
stood on his hind legs and stood right in front of his belly area.
“AJ, kiss him… kiss him hard and long. And pinch his nose shut.” Big Mac barked.
Applejack did as she was told, trying her best to savor his lips. But it was just too gross for her.
Luckily she had enough love and respect towards Big Mac that she would keep her lips locked. Big Mac
looked down to make sure she was done. Once he confirmed it, he looked back up at his upper belly and
started punching it. Repeatedly. He kept punching and punching, slowly working his way up towards his
colonic area, from there he goes to his pubic area, still punching with no hesitation.
The cockroach couldn’t stand the tussle and decided to move out for the moment, he crawled half
way out of the anus before Big Macs punch in the intestine made his sphincter close. The roach was
separated in half. Big Mac, keeping a constant eye on his anus, saw this and bit the roaches upper body off
and spit on the floor below him. The creatures open bottom-half was oozing out thick, yellow fluid, legs,
and antennae still twitching. The lower body, and the eggs however were still deep in his anal passage.
Big Mac punched harder and harder, faster and faster, until he was finally able to make Flim release a
rock hard terd. The end, however, had squishy eggs squished and smeared across it, the lower body falling
to the ground next to the other half… both twitching.
Big Mac satisfied with this patted AJ’s shoulder as to tell her to stop. She did so with out haste.
She stuck out her tongue and wiped her mouth. Big Mac however, didn’t find this disgusting at all, in
fact, he grabbed the poop in his hoof and played with it a bit. He started tossing it back and forth satisfied
with its toughness. He Shoved it in his mouth. The dry shell would make it hard to collapse and squish, so
he took this opportunity to deep throat himself. Applejack held back a gag, but after a while of looking at
it, it started to turn her on a bit. Watching her older brother who had been her role model for good things,
now performing actions that could get him banished from Equestria was such a turn on for her.
“How can ah help?” she said hopefully, to get a bit more intimate with him.
“Yeah, I feel a stump coming on, suck my flank hole for right now.” Applejack was jovial at the
answer.
She made her way to the now deep throating and penetrating stallion. He used what ever little
crap that was left out of his mouth, and shoved in Flim’s anus. Applejack sucked his open flank hole like
their was no tomorrow. Perfectly dipping her tongue in and out of his anus while still finding the time to
spit globs of spit in there. Big Mac was growing a massive erection now. He wanted to please it so bad,
but he needed his hooves to keep the dangling ponies body still.
Flam wasn’t helping though. He would still swing to and fro to get a lick on AJ’s sweet vagina.
Applejack, noticing this, decided to give him a taste so that he could stop shaking his brother. So now,
Flim was to the very left dangling upside down, Big Mac, standing on his hind legs eating Flim’s anus
out, AJ, on all fours eating Big Macs anus out, and Flam, eating AJ’s anus out. Applejack was loving the
intensity of this intercourse. It felt so good, yet so wrong. She told herself that she would forget all about
once it was over. But she never wanted the stinky, sweet, pain inducing sex to ever end!
As soon as she thought that, a huge missile shot forth into her mouth. It was long… very long. It
went so deep that she started gagging and started breathing through her nostrils fast. Her face was turning
a slight purple before she figured out what she was to do. She used her tongue to split the crap, that was
lodged in her mouth, in half so that she could push it back into his anus. Big Mac trembled. His legs were
shaking of pure ecstasy once he felt his fecal matter crawl up from whence it came. Applejack noticing
this, gave it some slack so that it could naturally be pushed out again, into her mouth, just so she can
repeat the process over and over. Big Mac gave audible moans now. They turned AJ on faster than a kid
closing porn on his computer when his mom walks in. Flam also had a big part of her pleasure.
Flam, not satisfied with the licking, started aiming his horn into her anus. At first, it was hard to
get in, for he had no leverage, but as time drew on, she grabbed his horn with her hoof and personally
inserted it. Flam was loving the stench of erotic feces smeared across his horn. He also loved the squishy
sounds of her insides when he twisted inside of her. Applejack couldn’t help but moan deeply, despite the
fact that she still had Big Macs lower terd still cramped in the back of her throat.
She coughed. Hard. Her face scrunched up, and tears were shed. She quickly lodged off of her
brother, unable to breathe functionally, and swallowed the mass that had clogged her windpipe.
“Sorry Big Mac…huh… I guess your just too much…huh huh… fer little ol’ me.” She said in
between pants.
“No problem sis.” He got back on all fours and quickly gave a little peck on her lips. Applejack
froze. Did he just do what she thought he just did. Big Mac gave looked back down with an anger spread
across his face, most likely towards himself. And if things weren’t weird enough already, Applejack
rushed back in, shoving her tongue as deep into his mouth as possible. Both of their mouths tasted like
crap… but that only drove them harder. Big Mac picked her up with his forelegs and threw her onto the
ground a few feet away from where they were just at. AJ was about to complain until he jumped on top of
her, and anally penetrated her with his throbbing member. All the tension that built up in his shaft wanted
to get out. He let it out. He cummed inside her flank hole, moaning loud enough to stir Applebloom who
was picking apples all by herself.
He jumped down and started slurping up his own semen. He lapped up as much as he could
before he started punching her stomach. Applejack didn’t expect this at all, stunned, she took her
punishment like the naughty mare she was. The pounding became furious with every second. She even
started wailing in pleasured pain, tears flying out of her sockets.
Flim used this opportunity to attempt to escape this antechamber of necrophilia. He gritted his
teeth. He closed his eyes. He held his breath. He pulled up his hoof towards his duct taped penis and
started unwrapping. He grunted long and hard. What was only seconds, felt like hours. Each twist of his
hoof brought a familiar undesirable sting, in which each loop felt worst than the last. AJ’s screaming
drowned him out though. He figured the distracted siblings would be there for awhile, or at least long
enough to get himself out. Don’t get him wrong, he loves his brother, but in order for them to live, he
needed to find help immediately. He looked his brother in the eye, the one that felt just as much pain as he
did… but saw nothing. His eyes had lost all life. He wasn’t dead, he was just… not alive. At least sanely
alive.
“Sorry brother.” he whispered to his brother only to get a solemn blink as a response. “Oh, dear.”
he said before grabbing pulling off the last of the duct tape and pulling his penis head away from his
brothers. He screamed in agony. As if a guardian princess was watching him, Applejack yelped at the
same time. He looked back at the two siblings to see Big Mac smashing AJ’s head onto her crap that
must’ve came out earlier.
Applejack loved it. The feeling of her skull being fractured felt so wonderful when you know
someone who loves you deeply is doing it. Her pile of feces was supposed to cushion the impact, but that
didn’t work out to well. All it did was smear over her face, that was generating new cuts and bruises every
smash. Big Mac, was enjoying this as well, swishing his cum, and her feces in his mouth to make another
Chocolate Slushee. It was done. He laid Applejack on her back soft and gentle. He smoothly opened her
busted lips to slowly drip his concoction into her missing-teeth mouth.
Applejack craved it. Every second of it. Why? She still is trying to figure that one out, but she
knows she loves this. She wanted to thank Big Mac for letting her explore deep into his fetishes, but
couldn’t for her mouth was full.
“Shh…” he announced, trying not to let her talk. He slowly rubbed her waist, smoothly rubbing
down to her cutie mark and up. She gave a slight moan. Still holding onto her, he gently rolled onto his
back, letting AJ lay on top of him. “Give it…” She knew what he meant. Applejack started making out
with Big Mac again, letting gravity pull the Slushee back into his mouth. He let her invade his mouth, so
that there tongues could dance in his fecal swamp. It was all so enticing. The saliva, the cum, the crap. It
felt so good to the two.
“I guess ah shouldn’t have judged you for this…” Applejack said sitting up and licking her
brownish, glossy lips, “… I’ve been missing out on this the whole time! I want you to know that I love
ya… dearly. I just cant stand that it took this long.” Big Mac, tired as buck, just laid there, letting the
Chocolate Slushee wade in the back of his throat. “I guess we should thank these no good son of a…”
She stopped mid-sentence as she turned to see Flim missing. Big Mac picked his head up and looked in
her direction. It took a few seconds for it to kick in, but when it did, his eyes shot open, and he painfully
swallowed on his Slushee out of surprise. He started coughing as he shoved AJ off of him.
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Flim was well out of Sweet Apple Acres now. He knew they would go searching for him, and he
would certainly get caught. That is, if he went on the main road. He took a small trail that supposedly led
to Ponyville. The sun was bright. His eyes, even though he has been outside for ten minutes now, were
still adjusting to its rays of light. He was strong though. Pain rushed all through his body now that his
adrenaline had worn off. Every step, slowly killing him in the inside. Blood running down from between
his haunches. He felt relieved, but at the same time, in worst conditions than the cellar itself. NO! This
was much better.
Snap. Flim pounced into the nearest bush, instantly startled at the snap of a twig. He listened
intently for any other noise, shaking and sweating to death. Nothing. He knew he heard something. He
was sure of it.
After a couple minutes he decided to officiate that it was a squirrel or some other woodland
creature. He walked back out and made his way down the trail.
Snap. He snapped back an entire 180 degrees, to meet a pair of eyes, only inches away.
“AHHHHH!” Flim couldn’t help himself.
“Well, aren’t you a screamer…” That wasn’t an Apple. Flim took a second to realize he was
talking to some random salespony with the voice of Morgan Freeman. “Well, if you were calmer, I would
most likely ponder, as to why you would wander out here… sorry, forgive my manners… Leodon
Zeibrylexer, here to be your helper! It might not matter, but if you mind being quieter, would you like to
buy some crackers?”
Flim gave him a ‘what?’ look.
“I see you have a bloody boner, I myself am a stoner, and have took many drugs that make my
urine turn redder. How about you be prouder, and let me sell you this creamer. It shall soother your cooter.
Unlike my Swedish pumper, it wont make you flatter.”
“Why are you telling me this? I don’t want your products. I NEED HELP!!”
“Yeah… yeah…” He said in a British voice now.
“Whatever. I must do this myself…” he started to break into a light sob, “without… my brother.”
His brother and him would do everything together, they have been, since they both popped out.
But now he was alone… scared… very, very confused… and most of all. Sad.
“I hope this doesn’t make you any sadder, but as a matter of act, your pursuers are right behind
your gloomy stature.” Leodon said, pointing a hoof behind the slouching, almost survivor. He slowly
turned around to see both Big Mac, and Applejack staring at him with hate across each of their faces, not
to mention all the feces either.
“DUN DUN DUNNNN…” Leodon was completely clueless of the situation… or was he?
“Get on out of here! Now, your gonna tell us how to make that fancy machine you made!” Big
Mac said with a menacing voice.
“I’ll only tell you, if you let my brother go! Right now! I promise I wont tell anypony about this.
PLEASE!” Flim got on his knees and bowed down to Big Macs hooves and gave them little kisses,
hopefully to lighten up the bulky, bisexual stallion.
“Its too late fer that!” piped in Applejack, with a face so messed up, Quasimodo would say
‘Damn.’
Flim started wailing out crying. Big Mac, annoyed grabbed him by his mane and drug him back
down the trail towards the farm. The two siblings walked with smile in their faces, and joy in their hearts
towards the horizon, blazing orange with the sun setting low. While a spazzing body, screaming to no
effort was being dragged along with them. It was a beautiful sight to Leodon, who sat behind the bush the
whole time watching the epic walk ensue.
“And I said Bowler Hats, are you crazy?”
The End
