Tags: ApplejackxBig MacxRarity, incest, Biggus Dickus, advanced symmetrical docking and more breastplay, extra elasticity, apple-creampies, a little futa, and... no Twilight *dramatic thunder*

Rarity strolled down the path to Sweet Apple Acres with a plan.

Since the events of the Gala, her life and relationships had changed, but not as drastically as she had once feared it might. She hadn’t fallen headlong into an endless pit of debauchery; rather, an unspoken barrier between her and the other girls had collapsed, and in its place, new ways to express her fondness for her deepest friends had appeared. As an artist, Rarity had always considered herself of connoisseur of beauty in all forms, and there were certainly few stronger ways of appreciating her friends’ feminine beauty than via sensual grasps and purposeful licks, and same went for them making her feel beautiful. And all, among many other things, thanks to one Twilight Sparkle.

She certainly was a fascinating one. That night in the bar, Rarity had been just as skeptical of Twilight’s blasé declaration of her sexual lifestyle as Rainbow was, but she was far more tactful about it. Twilight may have been cute, brilliant, and talented—traits that would definitely make her a lovely partner for someone—but Rarity—as much she hated to say it, even only to herself—did not consider Twilight sexy, at least, not nearly sexy enough to find hook-ups as easily as she had claimed. Her greatest assets were a cute, soft but angular face, and perky breasts on the larger end of average, but among many little things, her shoulders were too broad for the rest of her, her posture was poor (they had been working on that, and she was much better now), and from waist down, well, she could’ve passed for a middle schooler. If Rarity had to rate all her friends on conventional sex appeal, Twilight would’ve been dead last. (Also, learning how to get one night stands straight from books? Really?)

And yet, it was as if Twilight had some kind of switch that she could flip and become pure sex. All those flaws would disappear under a shroud of desire, leaving her the most enticing woman in the room at any given moment. Apparently, it was a skill Twilight had developed over years of, ah, being a slut (Was thinking that insulting? Twilight freely used the word for herself, but…), and honestly, it was a skill Rarity wanted to learn. Without being a slut. Preferably. Unfortunately, Twilight had no idea how to pass the skill on. “It just happens when I want sex,” she had said, which really wasn’t helpful. At least Twilight taught her some of her actual sex spells to use on their other friends.

Speaking of, none of them may have had Twilight’s mastery over the bedroom, but Rarity didn’t enjoy them any less. Pinkie Pie: a beautiful, bouncing ball of endless enthusiasm and energy with a desire to put a smile on Rarity’s face and a godly metabolism that sent all those sweets straight to her breasts—literally! Rarity kept track of all her friend’s measurements, and while Pinkie’s bubbly rear and slight, pleasant chub remained largely constant over time, her breasts just kept growing! Oh, what day couldn’t be improved by a quick feel of those tantalizing orbs? Really, she was like a living toy, bouncy and smooth and squishy all over! (There was apparently a time when she was as bushy as a forest, but she had shaven her entire body bare by the time Rarity really got see her. Probably for the best.) And Fluttershy: the tall, slender beauty who had deservedly enjoyed (alright, “enjoyed” was a strong word) a brief, but glamourous career as a model, which Rarity had totally called. Then there were times when that spell of Twilight’s that she so enjoyed essentially turned her into a fertility goddess, though Rarity actually preferred her natural form. She was a typically a gentle, passive lover, but at times, she could lose herself to her passions and take her partners for exhilarating rides—said passions including a list of fetishes that even stunned Twilight.

And then there were the more athletically-inclined two, to whom Rarity found herself turning to more frequently. Rainbow Dash: endearingly bold and headstrong, but with the thought and tact of a rampaging bull. That in itself could be endearing, except when it was damning. Really, that applied much of Rainbow’s mannerisms. For example, she had a grand, lofty ambition that Rarity could relate to and admire, but rather than put all her energy into it, she spent so much of her time lazing about or playing pranks. She was an unabashed braggart, but with her speed and skills—and having actually saved Rarity’s life on a couple occasions—it wasn’t exactly unwarranted. Her character aside, Rainbow’s body was undeniably a feast for her eyes, especially in motion—a slim frame covered in hard, clearly-defined muscles, a compromise between strength for sprinting and leanness for endurance. This made it a bit of a challenge for Rarity to dominate her, since she could so easily turn the tables if Rarity wasn’t careful, but the potential reward of seeing one of Dashies’s cute, flustered expressions was always worth it. So adorable! Rarity just loved how she flipped-flopped between pride in her small, perky breasts, and embarrassment whenever someone cooed over how precious they were. It was just a pity how hard it could be to get for Rarity to get her hands on her, since she was often just snoozing on some random cloud, out of sight and reach.

And then there was Applejack: oh, Applejack, where to start? Perhaps that glorious ass! If Pinkie had the breasts of a goddess, Applejack had gotten the rear, with hips that wouldn’t quit and thighs that didn’t lie (yes, Rarity knew that wasn’t how those phrases went, but she preferred the semi-rhyme)! Not that her breasts weren’t delightful as well—after all, she matched Rarity herself in that department. Where Rainbow was all lean with hard muscles, Applejack was built like a tree trunk but softer, those purely farm-grown muscles padded by just enough fat to be cuddly while still leaving the important ones visible. Rarity just loved tracing those abs and biceps and counting her freckles, and now that she had started working on it, her awkward tan was balancing out (though Rarity, oddly, felt like she would miss it). Truly, she was a rock in Rarity’s life, always dependable, always willing to bear with her need for dramatic flair.

No, she was not romantically attracted to Applejack, as she had to emphasize when confronted with Twilight and Fluttershy’s insinuations during a recent spa trip. She may have learned to enjoy woman, but she was still looking for her Prince Charming, who was most certainly out there somewhere. Besides, her and Applejack? It would never work. For starters, where would they live? Rarity couldn’t make high-class dresses living on a farm any more than Applejack could reasonably do her farmwork living anywhere but! And Applejack was hardly perfect. She shared Rainbow’s occasional tactlessness, but while Rainbow’s came from thoughtlessness, Applejack knowingly employed brutal honesty, as if she didn’t think the feelings of others were worthwhile! Why just the other day…

At some point during her rant, Twilight and Fluttershy had exchanged looks, rolled their eyes, and tried to tune it out.

Eventually, Rarity’s train of thought meandered back to the reason she was currently walking onto Sweet Apple Acres: she had a plan.

By now, she’d visited Applejack enough times to get a hold on the family’s typical schedules, and she knew that about now, both Applejack and Big Macintosh would be retreating to a barn to cool off and take a break, which would be the perfect opportunity for the “sibling bonding” Applejack had mused about at the wedding only days ago. In fact, judging by the subtle glow Applejack had yesterday, today wouldn’t be their first time. Regardless, Rarity wanted in. After all, she had already extolled the physical virtues of Applejack, and Big Mac had all her firm muscle on top of being masculine and huge! She had no more romantic inclinations towards him than to his sister, but wondering how huge certain parts of him were had her fanning herself. And really, the taboo of the two siblings together sent a thrill downstairs—yet another avenue on the road of life she would’ve never considered before Twilight.

Once she found her way to a barn, being careful not to let her off-white sundress or her purse get dirty or snagged, she quietly snuck around its edge to the open doors in front. This should’ve been the right barn, as the siblings’ rotation should’ve taken them around this side of the farm. Leaning near the barn door (but not actually letting her dress touch the wood), she held a hand to her straining ear. Eventually, she could just barely hear a deep, masculine groan. Her grin threatened to split her face. That sounded promising. Hopefully, she wasn’t too late.

She peered around the edge of the entry, and her eyes locked onto a certain stack of haybales in a corner, behind which she’d spent a number of afternoons with Applejack herself. The dear had even been considerate enough to set up a clean hook for her clothes and purse here! Knowing that any view of the door would be blocked, she quietly crept in, hearing more and louder moans as she got closer.

Eventually, she could make out words. “Yah really like that, don’tcha?” Applejack asked softly. There was the rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

Between pants, she could hear Big Mac’s predictable reply: “…Eyup.” Since Applejack didn’t sound nearly as distracted, she could guess at specifically what they were up to.

When she was finally close enough, she removed her broad sunhat, peered around the edge of the haystack, and confirmed her guess: both siblings were buck-naked, their clothes carelessly discarded in a nearby pile, and Big Mac sat on a haybale, crushing the edges in his grip while Applejack had her juicy, freckled tits wrapped around his enormous cock. Goodness! The cowgirl may have had a great rack, but that titan made her look puny, which meant there was that much more room for her to stroke him. Just as she’d hoped! Rarity couldn’t help but shudder, imagining how that thick, meaty monster would feel, filling up her own cleavage.

Her thoughts were cut off by Applejack speaking again. “Just imagine how someone even bigger’d feel,” she said with a grin as she continued to slide up and down his shaft, pressing her breasts tightly around him with her palms. “Say, Pinkie Pie. Ah know you like her pair.”

From her position to Big Mac’s right and a little behind, Rarity could see him redden up. “Oh, don’t you get all shy on me,” Applejack chuckled. “Who hasn’t tried checkin’ out her balloons? Let me tell you, they feel jus’ as soft an’ doughy as they look.” She paused, looking down at his shaft, and snorted. “Bet she wouldn’t need tah bring any lube. Her slobber’s plenty tah get the job done.”

Rarity screwed her face up, wondering bringing up slobber was supposed to be sexy, though a pleased shudder ran through Big Mac’s body at her words. Still, Rarity found Applejack’s thick accent adorable. She usually toned it down slightly in public and even just around friends, but at home, with family, or in moments of passion, it came through in full force.

“Hell,” Applejack went on, “can’t not mention Fluttershy.” Big Mac’s posture turned confused. “Ah know, she ain’t no bombshell, but Twilight’s got a spell, see? Shy loves it whenever they get together. Makes her a straight-up cow girl, as in a girl who’s like a cow, milk and all.” Rarity could practically see his imagination start to race as he tilted his head back in another deep moan. “Her milk’s sweet as she is, and she gets one fine body. More tits than Pinkie, more ass than me, all…”

Suddenly, Applejack caught Rarity’s eye around the edge of the haystack, freezing up mid-stroke. Rarity quickly recovered from her own shock, leaned out further, and gave the cowgirl a salacious grin and wave. After a moment, Applejack rolled her eyes and returned a side-grin, then resumed her stroking before Mac could question her. “…all on a waist like Rarity’s,” she finished, before leaning over to lick his throbbing shaft. If he had noticed the pause, the fantasy and new source of pleasure would’ve immediately distracted him from questioning it.

Quietly, Rarity set down her purse and hat on the cleanest surface available (she couldn’t use the hook, as it was in Big Mac’s line of sight) and began to disrobe. Meanwhile, Applejack was talking again. “So, tell me,” she said, smacking her lips. “What would you do if Ah were some other gal?” There was just a confused groan as she ran her tongue over his swollen head. “Ah mean if the girl kneelin’ in front of you, weren’t your little sister, but one of ‘em girls from town yah can’t keep your eyes off of? Would you sit there and take it?”

There was a strained “Eenope.”

“Oh? Why not?” Between questions, Applejack had taken to suckling at the pillar trapped in her cleavage, though she never entirely stopped stroking up and down.

“…Wouldn’t be proper…”

Applejack snorted before popping off his cock. “Proper? If yah gave half a core ‘bout doin’ it proper, yah wouldn’t’a been reaming yer lil’ sis’s pussy the last two days! Hell, Ah fell behind on work the first day ‘cause yah had me walkin’ all funny after what yah did tah me!” Oh, goodness, Rarity thought. If he could put Applejack in that state, without even touching her ass by the sound of it…

“I made up the work…” he mumbled self-consciously.

“Heh, you sure did,” she chuckled. “Guess Rainbow’s got that right: pussy’s a hell of a motivator.” Big Mac’s flush deepened. Really, the shade of his skin made for an excellent barometer for just how embarrassed he was feeling at the moment. By now, Rarity had neatly folded and put away all her clothing except her black, gem-lined lingerie (and the siblings had best appreciate it after all the trouble she went through to ensure it didn’t show through her sundress!) and was waiting at the corner for the perfect moment to step in.

“But honestly, are you really tellin’ me yah wouldn’t be happy tah see… say… Cheerilee down here, givin’ you a nice handy?” He flushed, though Rarity could tell there was a bit of awkwardness there. “How ‘bout Carrot Top?” His blush turned a bit deeper. “Cloudchaser?” He turned a bit lighter. “Bonbon?” Deeper. “Lyra?” Deeper. Applejack smirked. “…Twilight?” A lot deeper! “How about Rarity?” Lighter. Wait, WHAT? How DARE he!

“Really?” Applejack asked, shooting a quick “calm yerself, girl” look at Rarity. “You like Twi more than Rarity?” He was silent, his blush turning darker than ever. “Ah mean, yeah, she’s a better roll in the hay, but…” She coughed, looking pointedly away from the lady in question. “…You couldn’t tell jus’ lookin’ at ‘em.”

Rarity was fuming, but she could still see the cogs in Applejack’s head whirring, looking for a way to salvage the situation. Suddenly, the cowgirl stood up, freeing Big Mac’s cock from her slick breasts (and giving her an unobstructed view: he was thick and veiny, uncircumcised, and surprisingly well-groomed!), held his face in her hands, and leaned over to kiss him on the lips, deeply enough that Rarity could see tongue moving around. While his eyes were closed, she flicked her eyes at Rarity in a “git over here” gesture, which Rarity silently obeyed.

She pulled away from Big Mac, but quickly told him, “keep ‘em shut,” before he could open his eyes. “Head up, and let’s see about changin’ yer mind.” While he obeyed, keeping his closed eyes facing the rafters, she kneeled back down, but further back. Seeing her plan, Rarity carefully shuffled in between the siblings, letting Applejack unclip her bra. “Now picture Rarity, like she’s in the town market buyin’ a couple apples from you. She’s got her make-up on, nice gold earrings, and a pretty dress, say, that light blue one with the flowers on it. She bats her eyes at yah, a bit.” The narrative wasn’t quite up to Rarity’s standards (for starters, there was no mention of her necklace and cleavage, and none of her gold earrings really matched that dress very well anyways…), but she could tell Applejack was trying her best.

“Eeyup,” he gasped, his slick, leaking cock (Goodness gracious, it was even more monstrous up close! She wasn’t entirely sure she believed it was real! Twilight did have some bigger toys, but Rarity had never actually touched them! Besides, she was pretty sure the… bestial ones were just jokes.) throbbing in the open air. Rarity was tempted to grasp it, but Applejack kept a restraining hand on her shoulder, while using the other to drizzle lubricant from a bottle over her cleavage. The cool liquid made her shiver, but she silently spread it around.

“Now take it off. Her clothes, Ah mean. No more dress.” Applejack’s eyes quickly scanned the rest of Rarity’s lingerie while she rubbed the lube around. “Just lacy black underwear. Her skin’s smooth an’ spotless all over, she’s got big, perky tits, and she just took her bra off…” At this, she finally gave Rarity a light shove. She wasted no time wrapping her now lubed breasts around his shaft (She had to fight down a squeal! It was real, alright! It was burning hot, and so thick, she probably couldn’t wrap a hand fully around it!), and making slow, long strokes. “They’re nice, smooth, and round, with perfect, suckable nipples,” Applejack went on while Rarity tried her best to emulate Applejack’s technique (as hard as it was to concentrate on anything in this situation...), lapping at his foreskin-covered tip.

Suddenly, the scene went off rails when Big Mac started sniffing loudly. “What the hay…?” his voice rumbled. Oh no! Her perfume! She always put on an extra dose before going to the farm, and today was no different, as she hadn’t been anticipating this much sneaking. Before she could properly react, Big Mac opened his eyes to look down, and his jaw dropped. Rarity herself could only helplessly look back in resignation, her breasts still pressed around him.

In the following silence, Applejack tsked loudly. “Whelp, the cat’s outta the bag. So! Big Mac! It’s another girl ‘sides yer lil’ sis in front of yah. You still gonna back out?”

“…Eey—”

“Don’t you dare!” Rarity snapped, folding her arms in front of herself to squeeze herself around him even more tightly. “I didn’t come all this way and sit through your slight to walk away empty-handed!”

“Rare! Cool it, girl, you’re scarin’ him!” Applejack snapped, gripping her shoulder.

Unfortunately, it seemed to be true. Big Mac’s huge frame seemed to shrink under her glare, and she could feel his titan starting to soften. Taking a deep breath, she backed away and stood up, giving him a proper view of herself. “I apologize,” she said, expertly making a demure pose that subtly flaunted her assets. “I had intended this to be a pleasant surprise for the both of you.”

His eyes darted back and forth between her and Applejack. “Even though we’re…” he mumbled.

“Land’s sake,” Applejack groaned loudly. “Ah already told yah! Twilight’s already doin’ it with her brother, the other girls know about it, and if they don’t mind Twi doin’ it, they won’t mind us!”

He still seemed conflicted, so Rarity gave him another push. “Big Macintosh, Darling, it seems you believe it wouldn’t be proper to lay with a lady without courting her? She asked. He hesitantly nodded, and she flashed a dazzling grin. “How gentlemanly. You’re quite correct, of course. That would be the proper way to do things. However…” She grabbed Applejack’s hand and guided it over, and with a few gestures, they each quickly wrapped a hand around Big Mac’s slick shaft. “…If I had cared about doing this properly, I wouldn’t be here at all.” He gasped as they started to stroke him in unison. “Right now, I don’t want a gentleman, I just want some fun.”

He squirmed in place. “Ah dunno,” he mumbled between gasps. “Ah… might hurt you…”

“With a beast this size?” Rarity allowed herself another drawn-out visual grope of his manhood. “That risk is very much there, but in response, I can only say… challenge accepted.” With that, she tugged down his foreskin, bent over, and gave his exposed head a great, wet kiss.

Applejack chuckled as her brother’s head lolled back in bliss. “See, yah big lug?” she said, still stroking him alongside Rarity. “It ain’t nothin’ to worry about. It’s same deal as with me, Ah wouldn’ta offered if Ah didn’t think Ah’d like it as much as you.” She reached below with her free hand and began to massage his sack while Rarity busied herself with the tip.

They quickly settled into roles: Applejack crouching to lap at the base of his shaft, her hands either stroking him, fondling his balls, or fingering herself; and Rarity on her knees, gently licking and eventually bobbing her head over the first couple inches of the beast in front of her, leaning forward to keep it between her breasts. It was a pity she hadn’t developed much of a deepthroat technique, and this was certainly not the place nor the target for practice. Still, she thought, seeing her own perky nipples and Applejack’s content expression in her view, she did have to some new spells to try out. Ideaaa…

“Darling,” she said out loud, “would you kindly join me up here?”

Applejack paused, her mouth a moment away from engulfing one of Mac’s balls. “Just a sec,” she said, darting forward for a few quick sucks, each getting a gasp out of her brother. “Alright, got somethin’ in mind?” she asked, getting to her knees on the opposite side of his shaft from Rarity.

Rarity just pulled Applejack by the waist and pulled her in so that their breasts were surrounding Big Mac’s cock, pressing into each other lightly. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him look down in wide-eyed interest, and allowed herself a smirk. “I just want to show off a new trick Twilight taught me.” To her annoyance, both siblings perked up at the name, but she squashed the feeling and snapped her fingers.

The effects were immediate. “Whoa,” Applejack gasped, lurching back slightly, and showing the spell’s effects off in the process. Rarity let out a delighted moan, feeling a tug on her chest as the other woman moved away, before the rebound brought them even closer than before. “That’s…” the cowgirl gasped, looking down and cupping one of her own tits, watching Rarity’s matching one move in tandem, their nipples hugging each other as if magnetized. “That’s some trick, alright.”

Rarity giggled, and reached down, slipping a hand down her dampening panties to stroke her slit. “Isn’t it?” she asked as Applejack shuddered, looking down between their breasts and her brother’s cock. The spell didn’t just effectively glue two women together (Rarity suspected that was more for the enjoyment of a male audience than that of the subjects), it multiplied the sensitivity of their breasts, particularly their nipples, and turned them into sexual conduits, letting each woman feel some of the other’s pleasure. “I may not be nearly as good with spells as Twilight, but the ones she can teach me, I plan on making great use of.” With her other hand, she dragged a dainty finger from the top of her breast onto the curve of Applejack’s, making them both shiver from the sex-charged tickles.

This was all lost on Big Mac, however, who made a small, impatient thrust between them, catching their attention. Rarity let out another giggle, used her arms to press herself around him, and began pumping up and down, forcing Applejack to do the same. “Easy, Rares,” Applejack gasped, still acclimatizing to the sensations. When Rarity darted forward to suck on Big Mac’s head again, she could taste a ghost of her brother’s strong musk on her own tongue. “We can’t go all out just yet.”

Rarity pulled back, and Applejack to the opportunity to take him into her own mouth, swirling her tongue under his foreskin. “Oh?” Rarity asked, enjoying the sight. “You’re not typically the one to point that out.” She patiently waited for the other girl to finish, still guiding their breasts smoothly up and down the shaft between them.

“Ah know,” Applejack said as they switched off, and Rarity continued exploring Big Mac’s uncircumcised head. By now, multiple strands of spit bridged between them, and a little red lipstick was staining the cock, making Rarity wonder of Applejack would pick some of it up if they kept this up. “Ah’m sayin’ ‘cuz Big Mac here can go all day in the fields, but Ah doubt we’ll get more than two loads out’ta him here. Ah ain’t walkin’ away without one in me, so unless you’re passin’ on your own…”

“What?” she pouted as she popped off his head. “But I want a taste of him! Are you saying I must choose either a facial or a creampie?”

Applejack just smirked back. “Hell, you ain’t usually this thirsty for jizz. That’s usually Twilight’s deal.” She paused, and her smirk turned salacious. “Though, here’s an idea: after mah turn, you can taste mah creampie.”

Rarity’s eyes sparkled. “Oh, Darling—Ah!” She tried to stand up, but her breasts, still anchored to Applejack’s, threw her off balance, and she lurched forwards. Applejack caught her easily, and they shared a breathy chuckle as they rose together, rising clear off of Big Mac’s cock. He groaned in disappointment.

“So, ah…” Applejack looked down, still clutching the other girl’s sides. “How long does this spell last?”

“Several hours. It could potentially last an entire night.” At Applejack’s shocked look, Rarity hurried to explain. “It doesn’t have to! If we both pull hard enough, the spell will cancel automatically! Harmlessly!”

“Good. Ah’ve got work to do after this,” she grumped, trying and failing to cross her arms, which got another giggle out of Rarity. With a grumble and eye-roll, she maneuvered them around so that Rarity’s back was to her brother. “Well, ladies first.”

“Oh, how generous of you, Darling,” she said, looking backwards and batting her eyes. She paused, and looked back at Applejack. “Should we break the spell now?” she asked. “I plan on having a… ah… bumpy ride.”

“Nah,” she smirked. “Would be a right shame to call it quits so soon. Ah’ll work with you.” She tilted her head. “What Ah want to know is how sure are you about takin’ Mac? Have you ever had anyone or anythin’ that size in you before?”

Rarity could practically see Big Mac burning with the same question. “Oh, don’t either of you worry,” she said, meeting his eyes. “I came prepared. Now…” The two women moved up to him and worked in tandem: Applejack reached around to Rarity’s ass, tugging down her panties and pulling her cheeks apart giving Big Mac a jaw-dropping view; and Rarity kicked away her panties, grabbed his cock, and positioned it right at her glistening entrance. (Honestly, she was surprised she hadn’t needed to command him to sit still.)

“Alright, Rares,” Applejack said, “careful now…”

Ignoring her, Rarity just fell backwards, dragging her down by their linked chests, and sliding down into Big Mac’s lap over the course of only a second.

Both sibling’s jaws dropped and each let out a slow, loud, “Fuuuck!”, for slightly different reasons. Big Mac was astounded by how different his second ever pussy was—silky, with no resistance, but somehow snugger than a thick blanket during a chilly winter—and overwhelmed by the sensation of being completely hilted in a woman. The deepest Applejack could manage still left a few inches in the open. Applejack, likewise, was in utter disbelief at how easily Rarity took him all the way without a hint of struggle and fought to stay standing through the ghostly feeling of being speared by her brother’s massive shaft. “How…?” she weakly made out.

Rarity didn’t answer for a moment, too busy squirming and cooing in delight and stroking her belly. “Marvelous,” she sighed. “Darling, you simply must feel this!” She took one of Applejack’s hands off her hip and pressed the palm over her belly button.

There was a bulge. Applejack, still utterly dazed, rubbed the hand around, feeling what could only have been her brother’s cock through Rarity’s flesh. Rarity was content to sit mostly still as her hand traveled up, and the bulge kept going, until it vanished near the ribs. Applejack was no expert on anatomy, but she was certain that shouldn’t have been possible. “How…?” she asked again.

“I told you, didn’t I? I came prepared,” Rarity tutted, and from behind the haystack, her purse came floating into view. After bringing it close enough, her magic opened it and pulled out a crystal vial half-full of some sort of blue jelly, showing it off to the siblings. “A little gift from Zecora: a mixture of malleability. A bit of a mouthful, I must admit, in more ways than one, but as you can see…” She rolled her hips, drawing a sharp gasp from Big Mac, breaking his overwhelmed silence, and letting Applejack feel the shaft shifting inside her. “…It does its job very well. And lucky you, there just happens to be a spare dose for—AH!”

Suddenly, Big Mac grabbed Rarity by the waist, lifted her slightly, and jammed her down with a jolt that made Rarity drop the vial, though Applejack was quick enough to grab it with her free hand. “Whoa there, Bro!” she called. “You almost—!”

He completely ignored her, lifting Rarity up and ramming her back down into his lap, going further and forcing a louder squeal out of her each time. “Aw, hell, he’s goin’ outta control again,” Applejack groaned as he slid Rarity almost all the way off his shaft, still dragging her along by their chests. He paused dramatically, giving both women to clutch each other’s shoulders in anticipation, and then slammed Rarity’s ass all the way down. This time, Applejack squealed too, but she was utterly drowned out by Rarity, who’s squeal was loud and high enough that she feared Winona might come running.

They barely had time to recover before Big Mac moved again, but this time, he was standing up, forcing both women up with him. “Again?” Rarity breathed as he shuffled them about.

Applejack made sure to toss the vial safely onto a loose pile of hay before answering. “First time he got in me, he got like this too,” she explained quickly as she her back was pressed into the tall, sturdy haystack they’d been using as cover. “Went mad as a bronco surrounded by mares in heat, and left me sorer than an old workhorse ‘til the crack of dawn.” By now, Big Mac had lifted Rarity off her feet, holding her by the thighs, spreading them around Applejack, and pressing the women firmly into each other.

“Is it too late for second thoughts?” Rarity whimpered, her eyes darting between Applejack’s and the beast behind her, who was slowly but surely planting his feet in position.

“You got the potion, shouldn’t you be fine?”

Before Rarity could respond, Big Mac started pulling away, still keeping an iron grip on her legs. Once again, the women braced themselves, hugging and clutching each other’s bodies, but this time, Rarity planted her lips onto Applejack’s. They shut their eyes and moaned into the kiss before Big Mac slammed himself home, making them squeal into each other. He gave them no time to recover, immediately settling into a steady rhythm of deliberate, powerful thrusts that were deeper than most men were long.

Despite Rarity’s sudden apprehension, it wasn’t exactly painful—one of the potion’s effects involved cancelling the pain usually involved in stretching and shifting around her insides—but it was hardly a smooth ride either. Just being filled by the enormous cock, stretched beyond her natural limits, that was satisfying, but the pounding she was taking, like a battering ram against her inner flesh, was just… intense! There was pleasure, but it was almost overwhelmed by the sheer force behind each thrust. And on top of the beatings her rear and flower were receiving, she was being mashed against the beautiful titan that was Applejack. Her hands flew across those plush curves and padded muscles, the constant motion kept their spell-bound breasts constantly sliding against each other, and their tongues were locked in a deep duel/dance. All in all, it was everything Rarity had hoped for, in spirit if not in perfect detail.

Eventually, Applejack broke their kiss so they could breath, though Rarity, mewling in disappointment, tried to chase after her. She just dodged around and nibbled Rarity’s ear. “So what were you bellyachin’ over again?” she chuckled as the fashionista cried in bliss. “If what I’m feelin’s half as good as you, I can’t wait for my turn.” She looked down their bodies in consideration. As sensual as their linked chests were, it severely limited their options. Applejack was sorely tempted to kneel down and lick at where her brother’s shaft met her friend’s pussy, or even just bend over to suck her nipples, but she couldn’t manage that like this. …Or could she? With their positioning, it wouldn’t be the easiest thing, but…

Her left hand let go of Rarity’s shoulder and pulled her own left tit up, dragging the other along. Big Mac’s pace was getting quicker and shallower (which she felt through the bulge in Rarity’s stomach pressed against her own), which made it easier to steady herself as she craned her head down and fit both their nipples into her lips.

“Oh, Darling!” Rarity squealed, her vision whiting out as her first orgasm washed over her. Applejack shook, doubtlessly feeling it too, but stood firm, still suckling at their nipples, taking full advantage of their shared and enhanced sensitivity. Eventually, Rarity caught her breath, though she would’ve collapsed for sure if it weren’t for the grip the siblings had on her. Big Mac still pounded away at her, pulling less of himself out every thrust and giving her more pleasure every time, and Applejack’s wonderful body still braced and cushioned her, on top of her oral attentions. Determined to be a more active participant, Rarity mirrored the cowgirl’s actions, sparing a hand to lift their breasts on the other side and clamped her plump lips over their remaining nipples.

Both women squealed in delight, but neither relented, both fully intent on sharing their pleasure. In each mouth, a tongue swirled around two hyper-sensitive nipples and the areola around them, shifting them against each other, but never able to break their contact. As they periodically took breaks to breathe, Rarity was sorely tempted to cast a lactation spell on both herself and Applejack but resisted, knowing a miscast was guaranteed. Meanwhile, Big Mac had finally come to a rapid-fire pace of one-inch thrusts, and they all could tell he was getting close.

Finally, Big Mac stopped, and made few more deep, powerful thrusts. Applejack, easily recognizing the cue, quickly reached down with her other hand and pinched Rarity’s clit. With one final thrust and one final ear-piercing squeal, they came. Even as Big Mac’s shaft pulsed inside Rarity and the sensation passed through to Applejack, even as the women moaned their bliss out loud, neither letting go of their nipples for half a minute.

But eventually, they had to part. Their drool-slicked breasts dropped from their lips, and they panted deeply as they gazed at each other with hearts in their eyes. Applejack’s hand stroked Rarity’s belly, hoping to feel it slightly swollen with her brother’s cum.

“Oh…” Big Mac’s rumbling voice interrupted their reverie. “Miss Rarity, Ah’m so sorry… Ah don’t rightly know what came over me…”

“Hush, Darling,” Rarity said, managing to twist around just enough to press a dainty finger over his lips. Her head reached up, and with a little boost from Applejack, she pecked the corner of his lip. “I knew… what I was getting… into. You were… utterly delightful,” she sighed, her chest still heaving in exhaustion.

Blushing, Big Mac slowly drew away, sliding his slimy cock out of her ravaged pussy, and Applejack gripped her sides to keep her from collapsing. Right before his head popped out, she snapped her fingers.

Applejack raised an eyebrow. “What was that? Contraception?” Big Mac stiffened.

Rarity giggled languidly. “Oh, don’t be silly, Darling,” she said, batting her eyes. “Twilight already did each of us. No, this spell… think of it as a favor returned in advance.”

Applejack squinted, searching her face. She moved her hand down Rarity’s belly and stroked her slit, realizing that no cum was leaking out.

“Eyup!” Rarity chirped once she had figured it out. “A delicious apple-creampie for a delicious apple-creampie!”

Applejack chortled happily. “Oh, Sugar,” she said, before deciding the time for words was over and planted her lips on Rarity’s once again. The two were quickly eagerly embracing and groping and pinching and teasing each other all over again, providing an extremely fascinating show for Big Mac, who had sat back down on the original haybale to catch his breath. His shrinking boner quickly started coming back to life, and he began gently stroking his sex-slicked length.

Finally, Rarity remembered the potion she brought. Waving a hand, she brought it over from its hay pile, and parted her lips from Applejack’s to present it. “Now it’s your turn, Applejack. I’ll bet you’re dying to know how he feels completely inside you.”

Applejack shivered, just remembering the how her brother felt from across the spell. “Eyup.” She grabbed the vial out of Rarity’s magic, popped the cork, and paused to examine the contents. It looked and smelled mostly like some kind of smooth berry jam. Shrugging, she tilted her head back to chug it. Most of it spilled into her mouth easily (it tasted alright, but she was surprised to find that it had a sort of crunch to it), but she had to shake the vial to get the last chunks out. Once she got it all, she swallowed.

She smacked her lips while Rarity nodded approvingly, levitating the empty vial back into her purse. “The effects will take a minute to activate, so why don’t we do a little clean-up first?” Rarity asked, jerking her head at Big Mac.

Applejack followed her gesture to see her brother at full-mast. “Now that sounds like a plan.” Big Mac straightened up and let go of himself as the women maneuvered back in front of him. Together, they kneeled, and began cleaning his and Rarity’s combined cum from where it had spilled onto his balls. He groaned as they meticulously licked their way up his shaft—his sister with long, languid laps, and Rarity with dainty, efficient ones. Once they were half-way up, as if on some unspoken command, they both straightened up to bring their breasts over his shaft so that he was trapped in their combined cleavage once again before resuming their clean-up. Slowly, he lifted his hands and gently placed them over the girls’ necks, making sure not to disturb Rarity’s lovely hair, which earned him moans of appreciation and a wink. By the time they had cleaned out his foreskin and started making out around his head, he spoke up. “Ya’ll better wrap that up,” he panted. “Ah’m rarin’ to go.”

After a second, they popped their lips away from him and each other. “Indeed,” Rarity said, examining his throbbing lower head. “How would you like to take this, Applejack?”

Applejack tilted her head and hmmed. After a moment, she pulled herself and Rarity off of his shaft and stepped them away. “Alright, Bro. Get up.” He obeyed, and then she wrapped her arms around Rarity’s back and waist. She swept the seamstress off her feet (earning an excited squeal) without parting their chests, and carried her onto the haybale, where she bent over to place Rarity. With a bit of shuffling, Rarity was comfortably lying on the haybale with her legs hanging from the edge, while Applejack was bent over her, supporting herself with her arms around Rarity on the hay, and her legs spread and planted on the ground.

Rarity growled appreciatively. “Oh, Darling, I love the way you think,” she purred, nuzzling the cowgirl’s neck. She wrapped her hands around Applejack’s neck, ran them through her hair, down her back, and eventually cupped her ass, flesh spilling through her fingers as she spread those cheeks for Big Mac’s viewing pleasure. His cock answered with a might throb, and he approached his sister’s vast, wiggling rear. Then he paused.

Rarity tilted her head. “What’s wrong—ah!”

Big Mac cut her off by leaning over his sister, burying his hands into the sides of the haybale, and heaving it off the ground, both girls included. Rarity gasped as Applejack’s weight pressed into her, but both of them, in their confusion, remained quiet and still as he carried them around. She could sense him shuffling around loose hay with his feet, but couldn’t actually see what he was doing. When he finally set them down, there was a moment of dazed confusion before Rarity realized that they were higher than where they had started. He must’ve piled up some extra hay under their haybale, which, now looking at the siblings’ heights, placed Applejack at a more comfortable altitude for him.

Then Big Mac cut her thoughts off by prodding his sister’s pussy, sending a jolt of bliss down both girls’ spines. His large hands clapped over her hips as he slowly started to slide himself in. “Hoo boy,” Applejack muttered, looking back. “That’s real smooth.” Granted, their experience only included two sessions before this, but before, it took a lot of foreplay and extra lube for both siblings before they could even consider penetration, and even then, it took a lot of time, wiggling, and small thrusts before he hit the end of her passage, which was more painful than pleasurable for her. The first day, she grit her teeth and took what pleasure she could while her brother ravaged her. On the second, she controlled the pace, but when on the verge of climax, when it would be easier to bear, she let him go all out. It’s not that she regretted either time, seeing as how she was ready for a third go nonetheless, but they were, to put it mildly, a bit straining.

Today, however, was easy. There was hardly any resistance as Big Mac filled her in one smooth motion, going as deep as he could ever manage, and then he kept going. When his hips slapped against her ass, Applejack was at a loss for words. She’d felt a little of this from Rarity, but there was a world of difference between magically transferred pleasure and actually being fully impaled on Big Mac’s cock. The feeling of his body pressed fully against hers was fulfilling in a way she wasn’t sure she could ever go without again.

A hand delicately brushing over her belly broke her from her stupor. Looking down, she could see Rarity tracing the visible bulge pushing against her abs. “Marvelous, isn’t it?” she crooned, her other hand crawling up the small of Applejack’s back in that oh-so-perfect way.

“Ah’ve got to thank Zecora for this,” she panted as Big Mac finally started moving, settling into long thrusts that were even smoother than the initial entry. She was going to need more of those potions, though she did intend on fully taking on Big Mac without outside aid, one day.

Rarity grinned wickedly. “Maybe you could repay her with a turn with him.”

Applejack just snorted. “Ah ain’t about to whore out Big Mac for favors,” she grumbled.

Rarity just giggled before relaxing, basking in the sexual atmosphere. Applejack loomed over her, sweat rolling down her lovely freckled skin, their linked breasts bouncing as Big Mac steadily pounded her. After Rarity’s rough ride, the transferred pleasure she received felt like a soothing balm, though she couldn’t deny, lying under the fucking siblings made for an extremely effective turn-on. It was a pity Big Mac would be running on empty. The only thing that could make this better was…

“Ideeeaaaa!” she squealed, her magic lighting up again.

The siblings paused, startled by her outburst. Before they could say anything, the purse opened up, and a strap-on floated over in a blue aura. Applejack raised her eyebrows. “Ya’ll sure we can handle it? On top of everythin’ else?” It was no Big Mac, but it was still bigger than their usual toys. Then again, they were on the potion.

“Oh, Applejack,” Rarity giggled. “I hadn’t thought you one to back down from a challenge…”

Applejack’s eyes narrowed, and wordlessly, she shoved Big Mac out of her and lifted her legs so that Rarity could get the harness around her. In a snap, it was replaced by a life-like cock pointed squarely at Rarity’s filled snatch.

Noticing Big Mac’s sudden apprehension, Rarity gave him a reassuring grin over Applejack’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, Darling, it’s just for me. Your dear sister still needs her rutting—Aaahhoooooommmmm!” Applejack cut her off by jamming her new cock in, and both women, still sharing their pleasure, instantly melted in bliss. They both could feel Rarity’s still-stretchy pussy wrapped around a more comfortable cock and Applejack’s cock wrapped in velvety pussy and bathed in hot cum. Applejack couldn’t even managed proper thrusts—she just collapsed onto Rarity’s body, where they proceeded to stroke and gaze at each other languidly.

Big Mac, meanwhile, shrugged, aimed his cock back at his sister’s exposed pussy, and quickly resumed his previous pace.

Rarity and Applejack were drowning in ecstasy at this point: between their own penetration, Big Mac’s continued fucking, his motions pushing Applejack in and out of Rarity, and the two women’s sweaty bodies rubbing against each other in every way possible, they were practically cumming every second. At the back of their minds, they knew neither could keep this up, but they weren’t conscious enough to do anything but enjoy the moment.

Fortunately, Big Mac was just about done. He gripped Applejack’s waist and after a few final monstrous thrusts, slammed himself deeper inside his sister than ever before, squishing her ass to wrap her drooling pussy lips around his base. His balls and dick throbbed and unleashed a sea of cum inside her. Applejack and Rarity tilted their heads back and cried out their last orgasm as Applejack’s belly was filled, trickles of excess spilling from the tight seal of her brother’s bulging shaft, while her own cock mixed her own cum with her brother’s inside Rarity.

They bathed in bliss for as long as possible, until Applejack started kicking at Big Mac’s legs. “Out, out!“ she groaned. Slowly, he stumbled back, his cock sliding out of her pussy along with a flood of white. Both women kept groaning as Applejack pulled her own cock out of Rarity, without any cum spilling out thanks to the spell, and tugged their chests apart, their tits stretching until they finally snapped free, drawing out one last cry. At last, Applejack collapsed to Rarity’s side, barely avoiding falling off the haybale, as Big Mac leaned back against the haystack.

For a few minutes, all three of them made no movements except to pant heavily, though Applejack cupped her hand around her pussy to keep it from leaking any more. Big Mac just enjoyed the sight of the two thoroughly-satisfied women, while the women in question just tried to recover from over-stimulation.

It was Rarity who moved first, slowly pushing herself up on her elbows. Looking around, her eyes locked onto Applejack’s stiff, cum-soaked cock wagging in the air with her breath (stiff because it was, after all, just a strap-on wrapped in an illusion). She turned herself around on the haybale and rolled so that she was in position to sink her mouth down it, savoring the flavor of musky flesh and mixed cum.

Applejack groaned softly. “Careful, still sensitive.”

Rarity popped her head off the cock. “Me too, but I still want that creampie,” she said.

“Then at least get it off me,” she sighed.

Rarity complied, reaching her hands around to unbuckle some hidden straps, breaking the spell and returning the cock to its original form. She licked the last of everyone’s mess off the black dildo before pulling the entire thing away, leaving only Applejack’s hand between her and her delectable apple-creampie. Applejack rolled herself into a matching position, leaving both women on their sides in perfect pussy-eating position. Gently, each began lapping at each other’s sensitive nethers and feasting on warm seed.

Big Mac, watching, shook his head, marveling at the horny girls. He eventually stood up, retrieved his clothes, and started to walk away. “Ah’ll fill a tub for when ya’ll are done,” he called.

Applejack only waved a lazy hand at him in acknowledgement, before she returned to caressing Rarity’s ass. With one last, lingering look, he set out to find a water pump and a tub.

“Hoo doggie, Ah feel more tuckered out than my first day with him.”

“I know what you mean. I suppose the strap-on was a little much.”

“Maybe. Still, no regrets.”

“None whatsoever.”

“…You know, Ah thought Big Mac was bein’ silly, never tryin’ tah get with any girls, but Ah think Ah get it now.”

“Indeed. How many girls could take that beast without getting hurt without magic?”

“…Though there are plenty of mage girls he could try…”

“Like Twilight?”

“Heh. That really got under your skin, didn’t it?”

“Hmph…. Please don’t tell her.”

“Ah won’t. Just remember, some guys like different girls, yah know?”

“I know, I know…”

“…”

“Ooh, naked bath! Can I join?” a new voice cut in.

“Get out, Rainbow,” they both growled.

Author's Note

This took a lot longer to write than I expected.

In case you couldn't tell, I ship Rarijack harder than the entirety of the East India Company's run.

Rarity is a fun POV to write.

Boooooobs.

The incest will never stop. Next chapter, Twilight is invited to join in the last few days of Shining Armor and Cadance's honeymoon. Sex ensues.