In the Heat of the Moment

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All work and no play makes Mac a tired boy.
Harsh Words
It never happened.

All work and no play makes Mac a tired boy.

Two weeks.

It's been two weeks, since Winter Wrap Up.

As usual, the early spring work was proving to be intense. Although, it also showed clear signs of being done soon. Aside from their usual chores, the Apple family also needed to prepare the farm for the new year's growth. All the work that the plant team didn't get done during Winter Wrap Up, needed to be done now, before the year progressed any further.

They needed to buck every tree on their land, to clear away any damaged branches. They needed to sheer the sheep's winter coats, so they coud start growing new ones. They needed to fertilize all the crops that were planted during Winter Wrap Up. They needed to clean out the animal pens, and on, and on, and on...

The heavy work load was proving to be a large wear on McIntosh "Big Mac" Apple. The large red stallion sighed, and looked wistfully at the town off in the distance. Normally, he would be fine with such work. Normally, he'd have something else to focus his time on. A hard day of working, or selling some of the food stored over the winter, and he could pack things up, go out to Ponyville, and hang out with his buddies.

Unfortunately, it was that week.

That week, that everypony who wasn't a foal, or married, dreaded. The week that happened every year, when every mare in Equestria would go wild with lust. When they'd try to bed anypony who could understand the concept of sex. It didn't matter how old the pony was, or even if they were male. If you could be talked into following a mare home, you were perfect for the job.

Estrous Week.

Big Mac never went into Ponyville during this week. He didn't find himself to be much to look at. He was big, clumsy, almost never talked, and worst of all, he had a goofy smile. The mares in Ponyville didn't seem to agree with him, though. Not during Estrous Week, anyway. No, according to them, he was dashing, strong, silent, mysterious. He was just perfect for any mare who only wanted a romp in bed.

But Big Mac wasn't the kind for one night stands. He was a romantic. He dreamed of a mare who could stay with him. One who could help out on the farm. A beautiful mare, whom he could have join the family and love her for the rest of his life. He didn't want to "roll in the hay" with some mare who wanted him for his body. His friends might be into that, but he wasn't. Call him old-fashioned, but he couldn't look a mare in the eye, after having shared such an intimate moment; not unless he knew she loved him.

Besides, condoms for a stallion of his "size" were expensive.

And so, he was stuck at the farm. Nothing better to do, than work, and work, and work. He'd read all the books in the house. He'd seen everything there was to see on the farm. He'd even tried striking up a conversation with the cows, but they only ever talked about grazing and bulls. The only thing that helped ease the monotony was Applejack's quick wit.

Big Mac smiled, as he thought of his sister, making his way over to the storage barn. She wasn't much for boasting, but that mare had a sharp tongue. She could also spin one hay of a tale, and she certainly didn't have a shortage on stories to tell. Out of idle curiosity, he'd once asked her what it was like to go through Estrous.

"Long as I can keep away from any other mares, and focus on my work, I can keep it under control for the first few days. Once it starts gettin' worse... Well, I've got other means to keep myself in check."

When he'd asked her what those means were, she blushed, and said,

"Uh, well... I-if it ever gets too bad, I just... Take a leap into the pond! It's still cold from winter, so the shock really clears my head!"

Her eyes then flicked back and forth, like they always do whenever she just makes up a lie on the spot. Big Mac never pressured her into telling the truth, though. It was clear to him that it was an embarrassing subject for her to talk about, and he loved his sister too much to make her feel uncomfortable on purpose.

Unless it was funny, like whenever he would bring up baby stories to her friends. Her face would go beet red, and she'd glare at him with the intensity of the sun.

McIntosh's thoughts cleared when he noticed that he'd made it to the barn. He sighed a tired sigh, and opened the door. Light fell upon the various farming equipment they'd stored inside for the winter. He planned to sort through them, and get everything ready for the impending plow.

Unfortunately for his plans, his body was starting to feel heavy.

He'd felt this before, usually on years like this; when the chores were hard, and Estrous Week was in full swing, and he'd work without end. He'd get so fatigued that he'd simply need to lie down wherever he was, and sleep for an hour or two.

The fatigue was weighing down on him, hard. But he couldn't just lay down here. The ground was packed dirt, and there were metal tools everywhere. He thought longingly of his soft bed, but that was all the way back in the house, and he wasn't sure if he could drag himself that far. Besides, AJ would kill him if she knew he'd taken a nap when he should have been working.

Then he remembered the loft.

It was positioned directly above the doors to the barn. Most ponies didn't even notice it, when they first entered. It would make the perfect hiding spot. It was full of hay that would make a comfortable bed, and best of all, it was right here. He wouldn't have to do much work to get to it.

Big Mac closed the barn door, causing the small amount of light to diminish. The only illumination came from the cracks between the boards, perfect lighting to nap in. He made his way over to the ladder that connected to the second level, just off to the left of the door. He'd always hated climbing ladders, his bulky frame just wasn't suited for it. He'd do it though, if it meant that he could sleep in peace.

He shifted his weight onto his back hooves, and lifted his front ones up to the rung directly in front of him. He wrapped his hooves around the rung, and heaved his massive body upward. He swung his back hooves onto the bottom rung, and moved his front hooves up a rung. With a grunt, he lifted himself up again, getting closer to his goal. He repeated his awkward dance until he finally reached the top of the ladder. With a groan, he rolled onto the floor of the loft and closed his eyes, panting.

He could definitely just sleep here. The fatigue was growing, and that exertion hadn't helped at all. He opened his eyes and gazed longingly at a pile of hay. It was only a foot or so away. He'd definitely be harder to spot over there, and it would most certainly be more comfortable.

He snorted, and lifted himself off the loft floor. He shuffled over to the hay, and began flattening out a portion of it. When he'd made a nice sized nest to sleep on, he flopped down, and closed his eyes.

He'd earned this nap.

...~~~***xXOXx***~~~...

Woof! Woof!

Big Mac's rest was interrupted, by the familiar barking of the family's dog, Winona. He knitted his brow and rolled over, content to return to his slumber.

"Hush, girl! We don't want anypony noticin' us!"

Big Mac's eyes shot open, at Applejack's voice. She must have come to check on how well the tool sorting was going. She was going to give him one hay of a lecture, if she found out that he'd been sleeping, instead of working.

He clenched his eyes, and brought his hooves together in front of his muzzle.

"Please, Celestia, let her just be passin' by. Don't have her open the barn door," he prayed, fervently.

The barn door creaked open, letting a broad stream of light spill onto the floor.

Immediately, Winona bounded in. She started sniffing around the barn, pausing every now and then, to inspect some scent she’d found. With the sound of hooves, an orange mare entered Big Mac's field of view. The trademark hat, sitting upon golden locks of hair, gave the mare away as Applejack. She took a long, sweeping look at the barn’s interior.

She snorted, “He ain’t even started sortin' the tools. I’ll bet he’s off nappin', under some tree,” she said, shaking her head, and walking further into the barn, “ I swear, that stallion is useless without me.”

“Please, Celestia, let that be it. Let her leave to find me in the orchard,” Big Mac prayed.

Applejack sighed, and closed the barn door behind her. Darkness enveloped the barn again, but Big Mac's eyes were already adjusted to it.

“S'pose that’s good. I didn't want to have to ask him to leave,” She said to Winona.

The dog had started sniffing at the base of the ladder, having evidently found some scent she found interesting. She reared up onto a bottom rung and barked excitedly into the loft.

“Please, Celestia, don’t let AJ look up here,” Big Mac prayed, with desperation.

“What’cha find, girl? Is there a raccoon up there?” AJ asked, shifting her own gaze up to the loft.

“Please, Luna, don’t let AJ find me,” Big Mac prayed, having lost a lot of his faith in the Sun Princess.

Applejack’s eyes scanned the loft. Big Mac could practically feel her gaze scan over his prone body. After a few tense moments, Applejack looked back down at the excited dog with her.

“There’s nothin’ up there, sugar cube. You’re barkin’ at ghosts,” She said.

McIntosh let out a silent sigh of relief. “Thank you, Luna,” He thought.

He watched, as his sister turned back into the barn. “Come on, girl,” She said, to Winona, “You know what we’re here for.”

Now Big Mac was interested. What had she come to the tool barn for, that he couldn’t be present for? Now that he thought about it, he could certainly remember a few instances when AJ had convinced him to leave the barn, in favor of doing some other chore. Usually something that AJ said she couldn’t handle herself.

He watched with bated breath, as Applejack laid down on her belly. His eyes widened, as he saw her tail move upward. His breath caught, when her tail completely flagged itself. He stared, as his sister’s vagina was displayed fully, glistening with moisture and winking with want.

The mare looked back at the dog, who was waiting patiently. AJ lidded her eyes, and huskily said, “Come on, Winona, you know what to do.”

Winona moved over to her mistress's twitching mound and began sniffing. Applejack hummed in approval. The dog’s tongue flicked out, briefly touching Applejack’s engorged marehood. The mare bit her lip, and let out a breath of pleasure. Winona dove in more enthusiastically, lapping at her master's swollen pussy.

“That’s it, girl,” Applejack whispered.

Winona pressed her snout deeper into Applejack’s wet cunny, earning a quiet groan from the mare. AJ closed her eyes, an shifted her hooves into a more comfortable position. Winona began licking at Applejack’s vagina more fervently, and the latter shuddered with delight. She licked her lips, and moved her hips to get Winona’s tongue to slide over her sensitive spots.

“G-good doggy,” Applejack stuttered.

Meanwhile, in the loft, Big Mac lay in stunned silence. He watched, as Winona pleasured his sister, right in front of him. A certain part of his anatomy had made itself known quite some time ago. How could he not react to the lewd scene? Let alone the incredible smell his sister was producing in the enclosed space? The new detail, was his hoof idly pawing at his hot member.

It was more of a reflex, than anything else. The hoof had just started moving on it’s own. When he noticed what he was doing, he jerked his hoof back; as if he were touching a burning hot metal rod, rather than his own penis. It wasn’t right to do that sort of thing with his sister in mind.

A groan forced his eyes back onto Applejack, below. She had begun slowly humping her hips up and down, to the rhythms of Winona’s licking. The dog had apparently grown tired of Applejack’s vagina, as she shifted her tongue upward, onto the mare’s anus. AJ let out a loud moan, and she threw her head back.

“Oh, Celestia, yes! Good girl, Winona!”

...Well, what Applejack doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Big Mac’s hoof found it’s way back to his engorged member, and he began sliding it up and down his length.

Applejack’s hips began moving more sporadically, humping up and down wildly. She pressed her face into her front hooves, trying to muffle the sounds of pleasure escaping from her. Her hat fell off, as a result. Winona kept working on AJ’s puckered asshole, pressing her snout hard into the mare’s backside.

A muffled “Ooooooohh!” emanated from the quivering mare, and she started grinding her hips into the dog’s versatile tongue. Big Mac had begun working more on the ridge in the center of his shaft, as his orgasm neared.

“Wait, Winona!” AJ groaned, “I want to change positions.”

The dog hesitated for a moment, but quickly complied, sitting back onto her haunches. Apparently, she'd been well trained for this activity. Applejack rolled onto her back, lifting her hind legs into the air. Big Mac nearly lost it then. His sister’s... bits were on full display. He had an even better view than before, even being allowed the privilege of seeing AJ’s gorgeously erotic looking teats. He placed his other hoof onto his cock, moving them both in tandem.

“Okay, girl. Get back at it, I was so close,” the mare whimpered.

Winona got back up, and dove in again, attacking the top of Applejack’s winking sex. AJ whined in ecstasy. She arched her back and let her tongue loll out of her mouth, panting loudly and erratically. Her face and neck were the color of red delicious apples. Big Mac was in no better shape. His orgasm was so close he could see it. The tip of his cock was flaring, and the pressure in the head was building.

Winona gave a long, deep lick to the entire length of Applejack’s pulsing vagina. That was it, Applejack let loose a scream, as her entire body convulsed, over and over. A thick, musky, translucent yellow fluid poured from her pussy like water from a faucet, and she threw her head back, lost in the ecstasy of her orgasm. With the dirty lewdness of seeing his sister in such a way, Big Mac could no longer hold back. He bit his lip to remain silent, and flew over the edge.

Thick rivulets of cum burst from his cock, spraying into the hay next to him. Over and over, he shot his seed into the straw, humping his hips into his hooves all the while. He couldn’t help but let out a quiet grunt, as he let out his jizz.

Both siblings panted with exhaustion, simply lying where they had fallen, basking in the afterglow. Winona idly licked at her master’s groin, trying to clean the last of the sweet fluid from her inflamed sex. Applejack twitched occasionally from the sensitive flesh's stimulation.

After a few moments had passed, Applejack rolled back onto her belly. She picked up her fallen hat, and placed it back on her head. She struggled up onto her hooves, and looked at the door to the barn.

“Come on, girl,” she said, “let’s see if we can’t go find Big Mac. He’s in for one hay of a lecture, if I can find him sleepin’, instead o' workin’.”

The mare shuffled over to the barn door, her pace slightly hitched, and pushed it open. She let Winona go first, before following, and closing the door behind them.

Big Mac merely laid there, feeling guilt set in. He had just watched his sister go through one of the most private experiences anypony could go through. His baby sister, whom he'd known since her birth; and he had gotten off to the sight of her desperation. He was sick. No stallion should ever do something like that.

He sighed, and pulled himself to his hooves. He shuffled over to the ladder, and climbed back down.

“Might as well get back to work,” he mumbled to himself.

He slumped over to the door, and opened it up, letting the light into the barn, so he could see the tools he was supposed to sort.

Things were going to be more complicated between him and his sister, and she wouldn’t even know why.

Author's Note

Well, here it is!

The fic that I promised to write nearly a month ago!

...I'm the best author ever.

Harsh Words

Big Mac heaved the harness onto the ground.

Dust flew up from where it hit the dirt, and danced around in the air. Hit by the light streaming through the door, he could see the moment it touched his nose. As such, it was absolutely no shock when the sneeze started welling up. Mac could tell that this one would be particularly violent.

"ACHOO!"

Small coughs caused by the irritation in his lungs and a large, wet sniff followed the sneeze. Big Mac blinked repeatedly, trying to clear the tears from his eyes. He shook his head, trying to clear the dust away from his face. At least the work was done. He had managed to get all the early spring equipment out of storage, and sorted. It was all ready to go for the upcoming weeks.

“Big Mac!”

The stallion perked up at the sound of Applejack’s voice coming from behind him. He turned to the source, spotting his sister trotting quickly toward him, a slight glare on her face. Winona was not with her. The dog had evidently opted to take a nap somewhere, that being the only reason she ever left her mistress’s side.

“Where’ve ya been, Big Mac? I’ve been lookin’ all over the orchard,” she said, annoyance clear in her voice.

“Here,” Mac simply replied.

“The hay ya have,” she accused, “I came by here an hour ago, and you hadn’t even started unpackin’.”

“Done now,” Mac retorted, amused by his sister’s high emotions.

“You were nappin’, weren’t ya?”

Big Mac pondered the question for a second, then decided there was no point trying to lie.

“Eeyup.”

“Dangit, Mac! Ya know how much work we gotta do. Ya need to stop wastin’ time like that!” Applejack fumed.

Big Mac smiled. As annoying as her lectures could be, especially when they were as hypocritical as this one, Applejack looked undeniably cute when she was mad. He listened idly, as she berated him for his laziness, her tail swishing around with agitation. Her lips moved around over her mouth furiously, her ears laid flat on the top of her head. Her brow was knitted, and her eyes sharp.

“Ya know the farm’s in trouble, Mac. We can’t afford any of us to be slackin’ off at this time a’ year,” She said, beginning to pace.

Big Mac barely stopped his face from cracking into a wide amused grin.

Applejack wasn’t the best with math. She had no idea just how stable Sweet Apple Acres was. It definitely wasn’t the most profitable orchard in the country, but it was one of the most trusted. The unique flavor of crops grown so near to the Everfree had attracted quite a few loyal customers, even outside Ponyville. There wasn’t another farm in Equestria that had produce like the Apple family’s; and Zap Apple products and cider sales just boosted their profits. All while completely ignoring non-apple crops and animal products.

Just because there was only the two of them to work over a thousand trees did not mean that they were going to go bankrupt from a slightly drier harvest. Not that a short nap every blue moon could possibly influence the crops. Sweet Apple Acres had some of the hardiest trees in Equestria.

“Your selfishness could put us in the red, an’ I ain’t gonna let that happen,” Applejack accused, looking Big Mac right in the eye.

Selfishness? That was just uncalled for. Big Mac could easily claim that he did most of the work around here, and AJ would be hard pressed to argue. He decided to start with a different point, though.

"So," he started, cautiously, "I suppose there's absolutely nothin' wrong with you spending half th' afternoon runnin' around th' orchard looking for me?"

"Don't you try to change the subject!" Applejack snapped, furiously.

“I want ya to swear that you’re not gonna do something like that again,” she said with a huff, glaring at him with a dare to disagree.

“Nnope,” Mac returned.

“What was that?” AJ growled, her gaze growing steely. Big Mac knew that he had to act quickly if he was going to get out of this alive.

“I’ve been workin’ my tail off ever since the Wrap Up. I haven’t had a rest or any time to myself since Estrous started. I think I deserve a little break, every now and then,” he explained, completely sure of his position.

“Oh, ya do, huh?” she replied, snidely, “Yeah, maybe you’re right. The farm’ll die, but you definitely deserve a break. Ya don’t want to miss out on your beauty sleep.”

“The farm is a lot hardier than you think it is, sis. Nothin’s gonna happen to it if I leave it be for an hour,” Mac shot back.

“Oh, don’t even try ta hide your laziness. You just wanna leave all the work around here on my shoulders,” AJ remarked.

“I work harder than you do most days, Applejack. Even on the days you don't run off with your friends an’ leave me here alone, to look after the farm, and Granny, and Winona, and Applebloom, and her friends. Don’t you dare call me lazy.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry I’m not around very often, McIntosh. I’ll be sure to stay here and help you work, the next time the world needs saving!”

“Oh, here ya go again, Ms. I’m-so-special. Feelin’ all high and mighty ‘cuz she’s got a shiny necklace! Too important ta care for her family!”

“Don’t you dare tell me I don’t care about my family! Every time I go out an’ risk my neck, I do it to save my family,” Applejack said, her voice finally rising to a yell, “And how many family members have you saved, Mac? Mom an’ Dad? Ya did a great job there!”

Big Mac was stunned.

A dark silence fell between the two siblings, neither knowing how to react to what had just happened.

Applejack was the first to recover, and she started stuttering out an apology, “I… I’m so sorry, Big Mac… I didn’t mean–”

“Yes ya did, sis,” Mac interrupted, “And you’re right.”

Applejack violently shook her head, “No, Mac. I was wrong ta even–”

“I got some work ta do,” Mac said, slowly trudging away, “and so do you. I’ll see ya at dinner.”

Applejack watched him walk out into the orchard, guilt weighing heavily on her heart for what she had just done to her gentle brother. She hung her head, and closed her eyes.

“What did you do, Applejack?” She chided herself.

Author's Note

Proofread by: Shadowflash

Edited by: Roman Empire

Well, shit. The story is taking me in places I didn't expect it to go. Oh, well.

Sorry for how long it took. I can only blame my incredible laziness, as well as a feeling of inadequacy.

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It never happened.

Applejack stalked down the orchard path, determined to find Big Mac and apologize to him. She was still reeling at her own stupidity. How she could have said such obviously hurtful words was completely beyond her. Her hormones and frustration must have gotten the better of her, and her poor brother had payed the price.

Trees passed by her without any acknowledgement. Normally, she’d be trotting more slowly, taking in the sights of the orchard her family held so dear; but now, she needed to focus on the task at hoof. She knew Big Mac had come this way, she just needed to find out exactly where he was.

She wished she could take it all back, but life wasn’t simple like that. She had to make up her mistakes, even if it was going to be rough on her. She was resolute in her goal to find her brother and apologize.

A loud thump off to her left caught her attention. The sound of broken and dead branches clacking through the canopy let her know that Mac had taken to bucking trees. She left the path to weave through the apple trees, following the general direction of the noise’s origin.

Another strong buck helped her find him, standing under a tree as a sparse few twigs fell through the branches and onto the ground around the base. He went about gathering the litter from the ground, picking them up in his mouth and tossing them into a cart with the others.

Applejack stood back in the trees, watching the red stallion go about his work. His ginger mane hid his eyes, but she could see the rest of his face. Her heart shrank down when she saw the tear streaks in his coat.

“Dangit, Applejack. You made him cry,” she cursed herself, “You idiot! How could you hurt your brother that bad?”

The orange mare watched Big Mac, as he sluggishly moved on to another tree, not even noticing her presence. He kicked the tree with a dead look in his eyes, staring off into the far distance. Applejack was conflicted, no longer certain if she should approach him or not. As Mac sighed and went about gathering the ground fallen branches, AJ steeled her nerves.

She stepped out into the open, calling out to him softly, “Big Mac? Can we talk?”

The stallion stiffened for a moment, but otherwise ignored her. He dumped the branches and moved on to the next tree in the row.

“I know you probably don’t want to see me right now, but I have to talk to you. You can just ignore me, if you want.”

Big Mac bucked the tree. Hard. The trunk pitched, the canopy shaking wildly. Sprigs of dead wood flew in every direction, scattering far out into the orchard. Applejack flinched at the display of anger. Big Mac snorted with derision, moving on the the next tree.

“Big Mac, please,” AJ pressed, “I need to say that I’m–”

“AJ,” McIntosh interrupted, harshly.

The stallion turned to look at Applejack, and she looked into her brother’s face. It was set, completely resolute. AJ balked silently at the intensity of the gaze showing through his normal stone mask. She even imagined she saw a predatory glint to them.

“No,” He said, cold eyes flashing.

Big Mac turned away from her, returning his attention to the tree he stood under. He bucked it, not quite as hard as the last one, but hard enough to punctuate his point. The twigs showered down, landing with a multitude of soft thumps.

Applejack had to concede. He obviously refused to talk about it. She had never seen her brother so angry about anything. She was honestly afraid of him.

“Alright, big brother,” she said, “You don’t want to talk about it. I’ll leave ya be.”

She slowly and silently left the stallion to brood. Unbidden, she stopped to glance back at him, as he bucked another tree. His muscles rippled under his apple red coat, his large barrel taking the brunt of the shock. He bent over to pick up the wayward branches, his flank muscles taut and his tail swishing aggressively. Applejack licked her lips as–

She shook her head, clearing it enough to turn away from her brother.

“What are you trying to do?!” AJ scolded herself, “Like he needs his sister to come on to him? After she brought back all those painful memories?! You idiot! Think, for Celestia’s sake!”

She blustered into the orchard, furious with herself for her inappropriate thoughts. She needed to go find a row of trees to buck, something to get her head back on earth. As she passed through the trees, a glimmer caught her eye. She looked up to see a small pond sparkling in the afternoon light.

Maybe some cold shock would help clear her mind.

AJ approached a nearby tree with a low-hanging branch. She quickly took off her hat and hair bands, hanging them on the tree. She took a deep breath, charged over to the pond, and jumped in.

With only two weeks of sunlight since the wrap up, the pond was still ice cold. The frigid water encapsulated her, chilling her down to her lungs and forcing the air out of them. The spike of shock drove away every thought in her head. She swam up until her head broke the surface and took another deep breath. Her teeth were already chattering.

She looked around at the orchard around her. Stark shadows crept across the ground and through the trees. Sundown was approaching quickly. Applebloom had probably come home by now, which meant that Granny would be making dinner soon.

Applejack paddled over to the shore and pulled herself out of the pond, shaking her mane and tail vigorously to get as much water out as possible. She shivered as she retrieved her hair bands, put them in her hat, and then put the hat on. She’d need to go to the house to dry off fully.

She wanted to tell Big Mac to come in on the way, but she didn’t want to make him even more uncomfortable. She just hoped that he was paying enough attention to his surroundings to know that work time was over.

...~~~***xXOXx***~~~...

Applejack tossed and turned under her blankets. She couldn’t get comfortable, and even when she could, guilt kept her awake. Her brother was obviously still very hurt by her actions. All throughout dinner, he had avoided making eye contact with her. He was so overt with his hostility that she had honestly expected Applebloom and Granny Smith to catch on and ask what happened.

The dip in the pond had helped her for a while, but now, the heat was back. Her urges were nearly consuming her. She could barely think about anything, just guilt and sex. She clenched her teeth and knit her brow, trying desperately to think of anything else. All she could come up with was a thought of how musty the blankets between her hind legs must smell.

AJ shifted herself yet again, looking down to the foot of the bed where Winona lay sleeping. She thought briefly of waking her to help with this heat, but immediately discarded the notion. She knew from experience that the dog was almost useless immediately after waking up. She dropped her head back onto her pillow, only to immediately lift it again at the pressure between her legs. To top everything else off, she had to pee.

With a great huff of frustration, she threw the covers off her pent up form, jumping to the floor and quickly crossing to the doorway. She had enough tact to tiptoe, in an effort to allow her family to sleep. The hour was late, and they didn’t need hoof steps keeping them up. She walked softly on the long rug that covered most of the hallway floor, headed for the bathroom. She was so focused on her target that she barely noticed the muffled groan, as she passed Big Mac’s room.

She felt a hitch her throat, and she stopped in front of his door. Was he crying again? Applejack felt another wave of heavy guilt crash onto her withers. She sighed and hung her head, making to move on, but a quiet call stopped her.

“AJ…”

She just barely heard Mac’s soft baritone call out her name, causing her laden heart to jump. Had he heard her?

She stood in the hallway, conflicted. She could just pretend that she hadn’t heard him, maybe avoid the conversation. Her conviction came back to her when she remembered that this whole thing was her fault. Slowly and quietly, Applejack turned and butted the door open a crack, just enough to see into the room. What she saw stole her breath away.

Across the dark room, splayed out on his bed, was McIntosh. His legs were slightly parted, showcasing something Applejack had never really looked at before. Big Mac’s member stood aloft in the darkness. A thin ribbon of fluid ran down its length, gleaming brightly in the light of the full moon that streamed through the windows.

It was… big.

The red stallion pumped his right hoof up and down the sizeable phallus, his eyes set slightly beyond it, as if he were focused on something on the far wall, or perhaps an invisible phantasm sitting on top of him. His teeth were clenched, and his breath came through them in quieted huffs. Even at this distance, AJ could see her brother's dick pulsating. His left hoof dug deeply into the bedding he laid upon, sinking in up to his fetlock. His muscles were clenched tightly, their definition easily visible through his skin and coat.

The erotic display was mesmerizing to Applejack. Her heat lit up, sending a powerful ache to her already moist pussy. She instinctively moved her left hoof to touch her searing hot folds. She jumped at the contact, shivering when she slid her hoof across the soft flesh. Before she could do much more, the full weight of the moment made it through her muddled mind, and she hesitated.

“Stop that, AJ,” the mare silently scolded herself. “It ain’t proper, ‘specially not when you’re lookin’ at kin.”

She managed to stop the movement, but couldn’t drive herself to cease contact. Her heat and lust wouldn’t let her. She managed to tear her eyes away, but it barely helped. She could still hear his muted groans and the slight sound of his hoof patting against his groin. Aside from that, she could smell a faint, barely noticeable male musk hanging in the air. It was driving her crazy. Applejack bit her lip hard, trying to distract herself so she could move on.

Unfortunately, Mac had different plans.

The sound of bed springs shifting made Applejack instinctively look back to her brother. He had taken to using both of his hooves on his cock, laying back onto the bed and pumping his hips against them. He let out a long, low moan as his masturbation became more sporadic.

AJ couldn’t stop herself. She began stroking her hoof up and down her slit, watching as Big Mac knitted his brow and opened his mouth to pant freely. She bit her lip again to keep herself from sounding out.

“Just… this once,” she conceded to herself.

She could feel her clitoris winking against the smooth bulb of her heel, slick with wetness. The sensation caused her body to stiffen. She pressed her forehead against Big Mac’s door frame, barely able to stand. Sweat poured over her body, her front leg becoming slippery against her belly. She locked her idle legs to keep herself from crashing to the floor.

She watched Mac as he pleasured himself, quickly working herself into a frenzy to match his. She pressed her hoof more firmly into her labia, feeling the malleable lips mold around it. As Big Mac pulled at his dick, Applejack’s imagination ran wild.

She wondered how it would feel, as her brother sank his hot length into her and pumped his hips against hers. She imagined the thick, pink, bulbous head parting her lips, sliding deep, deep into her, and thudding to a stop against her womb. Then, he'd start to move. He'd piston into her, just as uncontrollably as he pistoned his own hooves. A shiver ran down her spine at the vivid imagery. Her clitoris winked again, causing a powerful shudder to overtake her as her muscles began to ache from tension.

Big Mac threw his head against his bed, his pants becoming erratic gasps. Applejack noticed he had stopped rubbing his entire cock, and was now focusing on the medial ring in it’s center. She leaned more heavily against the door frame, grinding her hips against her hoof to press it in even harder. The burning was becoming overwhelming. She needed to cum so badly, and she could tell that her brother did too. She opened her mouth to pant as her movements became spasmodic and wild. She wasn’t in control any more. Her stiff muscles were locked. She couldn’t stop herself if she wanted to, and she didn’t want to.

Applejack watched as Mac let out a quiet grunt, then a long, drawn out sigh. He arched his back as his engorged penis spasmed violently. Her eyes widened as the first rope of cum shot into the air, silky white and bright in the moonlight. She followed the strand as it arced and fell to land on the stallion’s own stomach. His entire body jerked and convulsed, as white seed came forth again and again, each shot landing somewhere on his barrel. He eventually finished, the final shot barely making it out of the tip and simply running down Mac’s engorged penis to pool at its base. The sight her brother speckled with his own cum had AJ aching with want.

The image locked into her mind, as she finally brought herself to the release she needed. The world disappeared around her. She shivered uncontrollably and moaned, as an incredibly strong orgasm washed around her mind. Her hips bucked against her hoof, prolonging the moment slightly. She could feel herself dripping onto the rug, but she didn’t care at all. She let out a long breath she hadn’t noticed she was holding, her stiff limbs finally relaxing again.

When she came down, a spike of apprehension stabbed at her. That hadn’t been very subtle. To her immense relief, it seemed that Big Mac hadn’t noticed. He simply lay on the bed for a while, panting quietly. Eventually, he looked down to his cum-covered thorax.

He frowned and grunted before reaching to a box of tissues on his bedside table. Applejack watched as he cleaned his coat, occasionally tossing wadded up tissues across the room to land in or near the bin in the corner. When he finished, he merely groaned and rolled over, pulling the covers over his sweaty body.

Applejack was silent. She didn’t dare move, for fear of giving herself away. Only after she could distinctly hear his soft snoring did she close the door. She simply stood in the hallway for a while, unsure of what to do next.

Her mind wasn’t muddled any more. She could go back to bed. Such a simple action seemed somehow inappropriate after what had just happened. Eventually, her body reminded her of why she had left her bed in the first place. She still needed to use the toilet, even more so now.

Applejack dragged her fatigued limbs over to the bathroom, finally reaching her destination, in spite of the detour. She absentmindedly relieved herself and cleaned herself of the mess she had made. Her body was covered in drying sweat, but she was too tired to actually bathe herself. Her throat burned with thirst, but she couldn’t bring up the will to go down to the kitchen.

As the mare leaned in to drink from the bathroom sink, she noted that her mind was oddly blank. Somehow, she couldn’t think of anything more complex than what her current task was.

Her empty mind hardly even registered that she was making her way back to her room and getting back into bed; she was too caught up in her confusion. She wasn’t ashamed at all, and that perplexed her. She knew she should be ashamed, but she just… wasn’t.

She closed her eyes, her curiously empty head allowing her to finally drift away. It wasn’t until she was almost asleep that a thought hit her.

Big Mac had called out to her. He had said her name while he pleasured himself. He had masturbated, while thinking about her…

Now she was really confused.

Author's Note

Yes, I still live and write! Just slowly.

Sorry about how long this took, and how short this is. I wasn't expecting the months of laziness.

You've probably come to expect it from me, yeah?

Echh.

So... Now both brother and sister have clopped to each other. What will come of that?

I don't fucking know, I'm winging this.

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