Ch. 2-B: The Family Recipe

Applejack's head flung up and sniffed the musk feverishly, each inhale of the odor left her in a quick high. Her hooves eagerly wade further into the barn until she snapped out of her haze. A grinning Sophist rested beside Big Macintosh.

"Welcome Jackie." Sophist giggled. "Are you feeling alright?"

Applejack's legs quivered, her mouth gaped open as she stared lovingly to her brother. "Is he alright?"

"Eey-yup." Macintosh panted. Sophist tilted her head softly to Applejack as her slit rose from Macintosh's shaft. She gave a quick kiss to Applejack's lower lip.

It smelled like menthol on her wet lips. Applejack instinctively licked it and spat distastefully to the pungent mint-like mist that wafted throughout her mouth. A surge of pain rippled through her nerves as she fell loudly to the hay-padded floor. Her voice was rendered inert as she tried desperately to scream, her hooves flailed in fear until fatigue caught her second-wind. then she moaned slowly as she laid motionless on the floor. She couldn’t tell how long she had idly laid there, her lids had sealed shut. She heard nothing while she waited within herself, like a caterpillar in her cocoon.

"Jackie dear. Why don't you get up from there." Sophist whispered. Applejack rose walking dutifully to Sophist. "Mac-ie here told me that he's still unsatisfied, but I've had my fill of seed... Why don't you help your brother out." Applejack felt her gut curl in disgust.

Perhaps Sophist didn't understand what kept families from reproducing, or maybe she couldn't understand... she was at a glance a mare with a foal's innocence on "love", and what a twisted sense she had.

Applejack concentrated her energy and let out a grunt.

"Yea."

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                                                                              "N-No!"