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The sun was shining in the apple farm. Braeburn was sweating profusely all over his body, it really made things sticky all over. He was kicking apple trees all day since Applejack needed help ever since Big Macintosh mysteriously disappeared. The long heat of the sun was hardcore on the skin and Braeburn was feeling the heat in every organ in his body. No amount of patting with a dry towel nor cooling off under the shade of a apple tree would dissipate the heat deep inside. He needed something to hose him down, something large, powerful, and with a lot of propulsion. Soon after a while of kicking the trees for the apples, Braeburn could not take it anymore and yelled out as loud as he could a high pitched scream. Something rustled in the bushes and Braeburn became frightened by the shuffling and shaking of such a anonymous bush. Quickly out, like a blur, Big Macintosh was frantic, drooling, and rabid, he could not control the desire to be loved by another. Braeburn was helpless, the heat really got to him and he could only fall to the floor about to faint from exhaustion with his back legs straining to push himself up.
"Aroo!" screamed Big Macintosh, charging full force with all fours and his phallus erect with the fire of the gods. He was desperate since so much time was spent in the forest. Berry stains were splattered across his ferocious face.
"No... Big Macintosh... Don't.." whispered Braeburn as he almost faded out of consciousness. Seconds away before losing himself, Braeburn screamed a desperate and loud cry that awoke his almost unconscious self to a nightmare that would keep pumping itself through.
"NO OH MY CELESTIA, SOMEPONY, HELP!", Braeburn mustered the last of his strength to speak those last words. Only moans that would force themselves through would suffice what little power Braeburn had left.
"AROOOO!!!", Big Macintosh would not be unhindered. His tongue stuck out loosely and his crazed, out-of-control expression was all the more fitting with the intense amount of butt spelunking that was endured under the hot sun.
Something awoke in Braeburn's spirit and he felt his legs pushing against the monstrosity laying waste to his inside. The indecency of it was overshadowed by the intense heat that needed to be put out. An idea that disgusted Braeburn incredibly, but was instinctively needed and wanted, to the point that it drove him mad as much as his partner. Apart of him was so happy that his cousin Big Macintosh was gonna put out his fire while the rest was absolutely disgusted. Either way it rolls it still counts to Braeburn.
Braeburn frantically pushed with what strength he had left in his weakened thighs. The legs shook with exhaustion, but Braeburn needed Big Macintosh to let loose his faucet. The effort was worthwhile, he could feel little spurts of pre-cum go deep inside. Any type of liquid would suffice as long as the heat would go down. And to his benefit, it did.
It wasn't enough for him for the fire was still too much. He needed more, absolutely more so it won't flare up again.
"B... Big M-m-mac, b-b-b-bucking hurry, Please!!", begged Braeburn. His tired body finally gave and his legs fell to the ground. Braeburn was almost like a corpse taking a lot of penetration. It was all Big Macintosh's work now.
"Arooo! AROOO!!! AROOO!!!", bellowed Big Macintosh monstrously. Braeburn gritted his teeth and his eyes were fully awakened by the explosion tour de force that was filling his sphincter with loads. The heat finally disappeared and he fully accepted the flow, even giving one push of his torso to fully stretch his head out and delight in the fresh air. Then, Big Macintosh fired another load and Braeburn vomited out his cousins seed through his mouth, nose, and ears a stream. The seed blasted all over the grass, apple-trees, and the ponies themselves undertaking the experience. With a few coughs after Big Mac took out himself out from Braeburn, he again breathed the fresh air that made Sweet Apple Acres so famous.
Big Macintosh stood confused, he did not know what happened and was slowly regaining consciousness. Blissful waves wafted through the stone glare that inhibited him, the sight of nothing to be seen. He continued to look until he saw Applejack and Applebloom standing close before them. They were beyond surprised, but terrified of what they just saw. Big Mac gained a sudden shock into his brain that awoke his dormant self from the chaos that plagued his entire system. He could only watch confused at his family so scared. He watched their expressions of fear and looked down at what he created. His cousin, Braeburn was asleep covered in semen with all orifices overflowing with his dirty work.
Big Macintosh gasped and began to cry, he connected the dots, and saw what has been done. Consequences, fears flowed through his mind. Will they hate me? Will they kick me? Will they kill me? No definite answer except terror in its place. Tears flowed out from his eyes at the ruined mess of what his cousin has become. He picked up the desecrated Braeburn and hugged his body softly like a newborn foal. Nothing could turn away Big Mac from what he had done, such purity violated and no punishment to be made. They all stood motionless like stone, the sisters trying to understand what they have endured and the awake cousin that brutalized his own with a chaotic cock. Applejack decided to move towards the two semen covered individuals with shaky hooves that trotted step by step. She gulped and spoke weakly.
"What have you done." she said.
Big Macintosh would only reply between heaps of tears dripping over the semen-stained fur of Braeburn three words.
"I Destroyed Everything."
