Appleseed

by kingfish

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Braeburn, Profanity, Big Macintosh, Sex, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 3176

Big Mac is mortified when Braeburn mentions that he saw Big Mac in bed with Applejack. But Braeburn is oddly calm about the situation, and looks like he wants to tell Big Mac more.

Big Mac is piling hay in the barn, when Braeburn suddenly mentions an incestuous union that Big Mac would rather be kept secret. But Braeburn isn't interested in telling anypony. In fact, this secret seems to make him rather excited. Very graphic clopfic starring Braeburn and Big Macintosh.
WARNING: This story contains graphic depictions of gay cousin incest between two animated cartoon equines based on edible fruits. If you are offended, or have an apple allergy, please leave now.
I wrote this fic during a single burst of inspiration over about a five-hour period, because I am an insomniac who has nothing better to do with his nocturnal hours. Please do not troll. If you don't like it, I would like to know why so I can make my future stories better.

Published 2014-04-06 09:50:03 UTC
Last updated 2014-04-06 09:50:03 UTC

Appleseed

Appleseed

Big Macintosh bent down to pick up the hay bale, nudging it onto his back and carrying it into the barn to be stored for winter. It was a mid-autumn morning, two days before the Running of the Leaves. Big Macintosh's cousin Braeburn had heard about the ceremony, and had decided that he did not spend enough time with his favorite cousins, and left his home in Appleloosa to come visit them. He would stay for three nights, then leave for Appleloosa on the 15th.

Big Mac was looking forward to it. It had been ages since he had seen Braeburn. They had glimpsed each other at the last family reunion, but the last time he had visited alone was about four or five years ago; back when Apple Bloom was only just starting preschool. Big Macintosh remembered a particular encounter with Applejack during that visit...

Nope. He had promised himself he would forget about that incident completely. Applejack had been midway through puberty; it was only natural that she would be interested in stallions. But Big Macintosh was quite surprised when the stallion she had been interested in had turned out to be him! And of course, due to his pacifistic and giving nature, he had not had the heart to stop her advances. She later apologized, but either way, it had happened; there was no changing that. With difficulty and time, their relationship as siblings gradually reverted to its original form. She would always be his little sister first.

Big Macintosh stopped at the far corner of the barn near a large pile of hay bales, and with a grunt, shoved the one he was carrying off of his back and onto the pile. It hit with a dull thump, the noise reverberating through the wooden wall. Big Mac then heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Lookin' good there, cuz!" He turned to see Braeburn standing in the barn doorway, peeking out at him from underneath his tan stetson hat, which reminded Big Mac of Applejack's vast assortment of identical ones that she kept in her closet. One day she would be crushed under an avalanche of hats, he was certain of it. He ran over and gave Braeburn a quick hug.

"Yer early," he said simply, as was his style.

"Ah woke up 'fore Celestia and decided ta catch an early train here," replied Braeburn. Big Mac leaned to his right to see a suitcase with a tool case on top sitting next to the barn door frame. It was a large one, enough to hold an assortment of clothing. But the only things Braeburn ever wore were vests and hats.

"Why ya need such a big suitcase?" asked Big Mac.

"Well," said Braeburn, "got mah tools in case Ah get bored, plus extra vests and hats." That was a good explanation, but did not quite account for the size of the suitcase. After doing some fancy mathematics, Big Mac thought he knew what was inside. They all knew Braeburn was gay; he had come out last year to his folks, and at the last reunion right after the barn-raising. Everypony had taken it surprisingly well, considering. Big Mac had little doubt that it was a dildo in the suitcase, and maybe other sexual paraphernalia, but he did not press the matter for fear of embarrassing his cousin. "Where's Applejack?" Braeburn asked. "Back from the Manehatten Fair yet?"

"Nope. Only left an hour ago." Big Mac went back to his chores.

"Well, Ah figured since Ah got here so early, maybe you could show me 'round town some."

"Nope. Got work to do. You know that."

"Right," Braeburn said, "o' course."

"How's Pine Sap?" Pine Sap was a syrup maker on the edge of Appleloosa, and had been Braeburn's boyfriend when he came out at the reunion. Everypony had been surprised to see a non-Apple at the reunion, other than Golden Harvest of course, until Braeburn made his little speech. Most everyone was very supportive, though there had been a few murmurs about "coltcuddlers" among the older relatives.

"Uh, we kinda... broke up. Sucks, don't it?"

"Eeyup."

"Ah mean, a gay stallion don't have much of a selection in a tiny town like Appleloosa, but we had some... differences of opinion about some things. Couldn't be helped." Big Mac turned to look at Braeburn as he lifted yet another bale of hay.

"Brae, Ah'm no stranger to gay relationships, so Ah think Ah speak with some authority. Just 'cause there's another gay stallion around, don't mean you hafta date 'im. When the right one comes along, you'll know." It was true; Big Macintosh had dated a stallion or two during his life. They had believed his shyness toward other ponies to be indicative of a lack of sexual feelings toward mares, but in reality, Big Mac did not care one way or the other. All he cared about was making somepony happy.

"Ah know, it's just, Ah don't wanna be lonely." Braeburn looked down at the ground. Big Macintosh had little to say in response, except the standard reply in the affirmative.

"Eeyup." There was a stretch of silence during which Braeburn simply watched Big Mac move bales of hay, which he was more than happy with. Though he could find quite a few things to talk about if he tried, chatting a pony's ear off had never been Big Mac's strong suit. After a length, Braeburn broke the silence.

"You remember the last time Ah came to visit?"

"Eeyup."

"Apple Bloom was so adorable back then!" He grinned fondly, like he was remembering all the fun they had together then.

"Eeyup."

"Well," said Braeburn, sitting on a hay bale, "Ah was feelin' a little bored on the second day, so Ah went wanderin' 'round the house lookin' fer somethin' to do. Ah thought, 'maybe Big Macintosh has a board game.' 'Cause Ah know how much ya like board games. Ah notice the door is cracked, so Ah look inside, and Ah saw somethin'." Big Mac stopped dead. Sweat began to form on his forehead, but this was not from working hard all day. It was nervous sweat. But he did his best to pass it off as the former, moving again and panting a bit for good measure.

"What?" Big Mac asked, hoping Braeburn said something different than what he was dreading, not even daring to look at him, lest his eyes give it away. But when Braeburn spoke, Big Mac could hear the smug grin in his voice.

"Ah saw Applejack. On yer bed. Ridin' you like a rodeo bull." Big Macintosh set down the hay bale he was carrying, turned, and hung his head in shame.

"Eeyup," he said unsteadily. "She made me do it. Ah didn't have the heart ta deny her somethin' she wanted. You prob'ly think we're both perverts or somethin'."

"No." Big Mac looked up, his shame replaced with curiosity. Braeburn smiled. "Ah don't think anything of it. And, Ah actually..." He blushed a light pink. "Since yer so nice about it, Ah was thinkin' Ah'd tell ya somethin'." Big Mac looked on, listening intently. He had even stopped his chores, which he never did. Braeburn suddenly looked a lot more uncomfortable. "Forget it," he said. "Stupid idea." He moved to leave, but Big Macintosh blocked him.

"Nope." Braeburn looked up at his cousin with large, green eyes. He then sat back on his haunches and rubbed the back of his head with a hoof. He spoke slowly, uncertainly.

"Well, uh, Ah've... always had a... crush on you." Big Macintosh was speechless, even by his standards. He never would have guessed his cousin had a crush on him. Then again, it did explain all the times they went camping as young colts when Braeburn always asked to stay in a tent with him. And when they had gone swimming together in the summer. And Braeburn always fighting with Applejack over the right to be near him. And all the hugs he had guided Big Mac into, seemingly without warning... Great Celestia, he was stupid. How had he not seen it before?

"Eeyup," said Big Mac, having finally found his voice.

"And when Ah saw you an' Applejack, it made me think, maybe..." He shook his head. "Never mind. Silly o' me. Like ya said, she made ya do it. You should prob'ly go on with yer chores an' forget this ever happened." He stood up to walk away, but Big Mac grabbed his chin with a hoof.

"Nope," he said, and leaned in to give Braeburn a short kiss. When he pulled away, Braeburn was flabbergasted.

"But— but you said she made you!"

"Eeyup. But Ah don't wanna see you like that."

"But do you... Are you attracted ta me?"

"Eeyup. Just as much as Ah am ta anypony else." He ran his right hoof through Braeburn's orange mane and down his back, eliciting a quiet shudder.

"But... Ah don't wantcha doin' anything ya don't want to." Big Mac smiled.

"If yer happy, Ah'm happy." With that, Big Macintosh kissed his cousin again, this time more intently. He parted his jaws and just let his lips move however they wanted. Or, more accurately, however Braeburn wanted. But it seemed like Braeburn was not quite into it. He pulled away from Big Macintosh. "What's wrong?"

"Ah just expected, ya know, more. Yer jus' lettin' me do what Ah want. That's not exactly what Ah'm lookin' for."

"Eeyup." So they kissed again, Big Mac taking more of a dominant role. This time, the connection was instant. Braeburn's tongue explored Big Mac's mouth, and Big Mac did the same. They wrapped their tongues around each other, then let go. Braeburn leaned into the kiss, giving it all his focus. Their teeth touched lightly, and Braeburn wrapped a hoof around Big Mac's back. Big Mac took the cue and reached his own hoof around, holding Braeburn in his strong, farm-pony forelegs. Braeburn reluctantly broke the kiss again.

"We should go inside," he said.

"Eeyup," Big Mac replied. They trotted into the relative darkness of the barn, Big Mac closing the door most of the way behind them, leaving a small crack for light to peek in. He returned to Braeburn, who was reclining on a hay bale, and drew him into another kiss. They laid down together, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies nestled together.

Big Macintosh suddenly felt a hard mass beside him, poking into his belly. He looked down to see Braeburn's penis throbbing with lust for his cousin, as well as his own member sitting next to it. Braeburn blushed, and tried to hide his face under his hat, but Big Mac reassured him.

"S'okay," he said quietly. He moved down Braeburn's body, occasionally kissing his belly, teasing him, until he almost reached his dick. He lifted his head up and grabbed Braeburn's cock with his front hooves. He brought his mouth down on it and suckled on the tip, running his tongue along the circumference. He had picked up quite a few skills in his short run with the stallions, and if he let it go to waste, then he might as well hang up his hat right there.

After a moment, he then took it all into his mouth and heard a sharp intake of breath from Braeburn. He bobbed up and down, sucking all the way. A tiny orb of salty liquid came out of the tip of Braeburn's cock, and was lost in Big Mac's saliva. He swallowed, causing Braeburn to go into a fit of shudders. He then pulled away to kiss Braeburn again, while stroking his cock with his front hooves. He began moving back to his previous position, but Braeburn grabbed his shoulder.

"Ah wanna try you now," he said. Big Macintosh scooted forward onto his knees, moving his dick toward Braeburn's mouth. Braeburn admired it for a few moments, then leaned forward and wrapped his lips around it. He strained his neck, and Big Mac made it easier on him by moving his hips forward. Braeburn's head gently hit the hay behind him, and he was trapped between Big Mac and the hay bales.

He looked up and Big Mac saw his emerald-green eyes staring with longing, love and lust that had built up over a lifetime. He knew that Braeburn wanted it. And he was happy to oblige. Braeburn sucked for a while longer, then let it out of his mouth with a pop. It moved away from his lips, trailing a thin stream of saliva as it did so. Braeburn flipped over so he was lying on his back, looking at Big Macintosh upside-down.

"Better angle," he said with a sultry voice. As Big Mac moved forward, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Big Mac grabbed his cock with a hoof and slapped it gently against Braeburn's inverted snout.

"Like that?" Big Mac asked.

"Uh-huh," replied Braeburn, too lost in his lust to do or say more. Big Macintosh guided his penis into Braeburn's waiting maw, feeling every tiny detail and texture of his cousin's mouth. He thrust slowly forward and felt himself hit the back of Braeburn's throat, accompanied by a quiet gag. He paused, giving time for Braeburn to adjust. Once he did, Big Mac continued, sinking his dick in until the balls grazed Braeburn's nose. The yellow stallion moaned, the vibration driving Big Mac wild. Braeburn spoke around Big Mac's enormous girth, muffled by the column of flesh.

"Fuhk mah mowf." Big Mac obeyed. He pulled his hips out until just the head was in his mouth, then pushed forward again. And repeat. Braeburn reached down and began to stroke himself with his front hooves. Big Mac slowly built up speed until he was pounding away at Braeburn's jaws like a jackhammer. And judging from the noises he was making, Braeburn loved every second of it.

Big Macintosh began to feel a pressure building in his groin. He knew he was going to finish soon. But what to do about it? He looked at Braeburn, who was laying there with his eyes closed in contentment.

"Ya want me ta cum in yer mouth?" Big Mac asked him.

"Mm-hmm!" he said happily around the pillar of meat hammering away at his throat. Big Mac's thrusts increased in pace, rocking Braeburn's body back and forth. Not that he was complaining about it. He grunted louder and worked faster, and the head of his penis flared inside Braeburn's throat, causing him to choke slightly.

Finally, Big Mac threw his head back and with a loud grunt gave one final thrust, gushing sticky seed down Braeburn's waiting gullet. Braeburn released his own dick and wrapped his hooves around Big Mac's thighs, trying in vain to push the cock further down his throat. Big Mac pulled back slightly, allowing Braeburn to taste his cum. Braeburn swallowed every load gratefully, sucking hard on Big Mac's thick rod, milking him for all he had.

Big Mac pulled his cock out of Braeburn's mouth with a wet slurp. His cock hung from his body like an obscene black tassel, coated in his own cum. Braeburn frowned, clearly disappointed.

"Ah didn't finish." Big Mac smiled.

"Ah can still go," he said. Braeburn's eyes lit up.

"Really?"

"Eeyup. All 'bout you this time 'round." Braeburn sat up, then leaned back on the hay bale. He lifted his hind legs up, exposing his asshole. He was still in disbelief.

"Ya really want to?"

"Eeyup." Big Mac leaned in toward Braeburn. He spread the stallion's cheeks with his hooves, and breathed in his scent. The concentrated pheromones were driving him crazy. Big Mac touched his lips to Braeburn's ass, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Braeburn wrap a hoof around his cock and start jerking himself off. Big Mac kissed his asshole gently.

Braeburn's experienced anal muscles relaxed, allowing Big Mac to stick his tongue through the entrance, which caused Braeburn to lightly squeal. Big Mac did not move, but looked up to him for an explanation.

"Sorry," said Braeburn, "never had a tongue down there b'fore." Big Mac moved his tongue in and out, massaging Braeburn's anal cavity and making him squeal some more.

Big Macintosh then removed his lips and moved forward until he was eye-level with Braeburn. His once again erect member brushed up against his ass, and Braeburn pulled his mate in for another long, passionate kiss.

They held the kiss for several seconds, then Big Mac reached down with a hoof to his dick. He lined up the sticky rod with his cousin's asshole, and slid it inside, lubricated by his own semen. It spread Braeburn's walls apart, and slowly stretched him as far as he would go. His ridged walls welcomed Big Mac, like they had done this a million times before. He put his front hooves around Big Mac's neck and moaned into his orange mane.

"Aw, yeah!" The larger stallion slowly pushed his cock up the other's ass, his cum smoothing the way, as well as dripping down the crack of Braeburn's ass. Big Mac's balls finally touched Braeburn's body, and he began to slowly fuck the stallion's hole, all the while paying close attention to Braeburn's reactions. All about him.

Braeburn nodded to Big Mac to go faster, and he did. He pumped the stallion's colon like a piston, moving faster and faster. And Braeburn loudly let Big Mac know how much he loved it.

"Aw, yeah! Oh, Big Mac! Oh, fuck me harder!" It became so much, Big Macintosh felt a need to join in.

"You want this cock?"

"Aw, yes! Ah've wanted it fer so long! Give it ta me, cuz!"

"You like that?"

"Yeah, Ah love it! Ah love yer cock, Big Mac!" Braeburn had all four legs wrapped around Big Macintosh, and was now being fucked straight against the wall of the barn, supported only by Big Mac's hellishly masculine figure.

"Ah'm gettin' ready ta cum again," Big Mac grunted in between pelvic thrusts.

"Aw, me too! Fill me up, cuz! Cum inside me!" As always, Big Macintosh happily obliged. His cock head flared inside Braeburn. He grunted and let loose a flood of semen to fill Braeburn to the brim. Braeburn came at the same time, shooting lines of viscous white all over the both of them. Big Macintosh's cock softened, and he pulled it out of Braeburn, still holding him against the wall. Big Mac's sperm flowed in rivers down the inside of his legs, and he was gently set down to rest on the dirt floor of the barn.

Braeburn still had not taken off his hat and vest, and they were coated in white liquid. He stood up, covered in the day's rewards, and gave Big Mac another long kiss. When they broke it, Braeburn looked down at himself.

"Good thing Ah brought extra hats and vests."

"Eeyup."