WARNING: This bonus chapter contains incest. Much incest. Also, there's fellatio, creampie and some minor BDSM. I don't want to hear any bitchin' from any pony in the comments, so you've been warned. (Probs missed one. I don't know all the triggers.)

Applejack and Braeburn were sitting in the living room of the Apple Family home. Braeburn had been told to sit down, shut up and wait, while AJ talked to Granny Smith.

"Just one minute, deary. I need to go take care of something, then you can tell me what's wrong." Granny Smith walked into another room, leaving AJ and Brae alone.

"Really, Cuz. You're over reactin'," Braeburn huffed.

"I caught you workin' a pole!" Applejack shot back.

"I'm a fully grown stallion, I c'n make my own choices!" Braeburn retorted.

"An' you call sellin' yourself out for a few extra bits, destroyin' your public image, and bringin' shame to this family a GOOD choice?!" Applejack stomped her hoof.

Braeburn opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by AJ.

"Nope, Granny Smith's gotta know 'bout this." Applejack turned, looking at the door Granny Smith had gone through. After several minutes, AJ's blind rage subsided long enough for her to realize what room Granny Smith went into. "Great..." She sighed. Granny Smith, bless her, had gone to bed, completely forgetting that a furious Applejack and a now embarrassed Braeburn had tried to start a conversation with her. Well... AJ did at least. Braeburn just wanted to go home. It was a long ride back to Appleloosa, and he was only there for the off season. He needed to get home in time for harvest season, and what better time, then when he needed to get away from family the most?

"Well then," Braeburn clapped his front hooves together, climatically, "guess I'll be headin' home, then..." He bolted for the exit, but was cut short by Applejack's hoof stomping onto his tail.

"I don' think so..." AJ knew Braeburn had to be punished, she just didn't know what to do. The only pony she'd had to punish was Apple Bloom, and a time out in the corner, wasn't gonna cut it. Nope, Brae had been a bad, bad little stallion... and needed to be taught a lesson.

Braeburn slowly opened his eyes. He winced slightly, at the large welt on his forehead. "What da hay?" It took his freshly bruised brain a second to catch up with what had happened. The last thing he saw before everything went black was a set of size nine horse shoes coming at him full buck. AJ most have knocked him out cold. He decided just to slip out while he could, but was halted by the simple fact that his hooves were tied to the posts of the bed he was lying in. "Buck me...." He cried out loud.

"Don' worry, we'll get t' that." Braeburn's head darted around to see AJ standing in the doorway. She had a look of "I'm pissed at you, but let's have fun with this."

"Wait... what?" Braeburn wasn't sure he'd heard his cousin correctly. "AJ... what's goin' on?"

The orange mare walked over to the bedside, "Did I stutter, motherbucker?" She sighed and decided to expand on the situation at hand. "You've been a bad colt, Brae. Jus' sellin' it to whoever was buyin'. Well now... I'm buyin'." She dropped a sack of bits onto the bed. She had no intention of going any farther than just making her cousin uncomfortable. The feeling of unease should've been enough to scare Brae straight.

The yellow stallion swallowed hard, his face turning red, as he stared at the sack of bits. "Well, uh... I, uh..." For once, Braeburn had nothing to say.

Applejack smirked. "What's wrong Brae? I'm a payin' customer, aren't I?"

Braeburn looked from the sack of bits, to his cousin, back and forth.

"Maybe there ain't enough blood gettin' to your head." AJ straddled Braeburn and leaned over to one of the bedposts, "Maybe if I loosen these a little."

Braeburn began sweating, profusely. "Uh..." His eyes were wide, getting in the full, undershot of AJ, looking her up and down.

Applejack tugged at the knots in the ropes, not doing anything with them. She merely wanted to make Braeburn more uncomfortable. She thought it was going her way, until she felt something nudge her flank. Something... rounded. She stopped fiddling pointlessly with the knot and stared at her cousin, unamused. "Oh, for the love of Pete..."

Applejack got off of her cousin and stared at his rising shaft. She wasn't as angry anymore. Now, she was just frustrated. Honestly, couldn't Braeburn control himself?

Braeburn followed Applejack's gaze down to his nether regions. Braeburn slowly put two and two together, looking from the sack of bits, to his cousin, to his stallionhood. If AJ really wanted him, then what was with this negative reaction to his erection? A light bulb went off in Braeburn's head. So that's how it's gonna be, is it Cuz? Well two c'n partake in this game.

Braeburn smirked, "What's wrong AJ? Like you said; you're a payin' customer and I'm here to serve. So what's the hold up?"

Applejack stared at the stallion's long, hard phallus. Was this really happening? This was her cousin. True, they didn't see each other much, what with him living out in Appleloosa... But he was still kin. It was wrong. But why couldn't she stop staring at the throbbing limb? It was almost mesmerizing. She slowly got closer. In hindsight, was it really so bad? Like she thought before: they weren't close relatives...

Braeburn stared at Applejack, who seemed distracted by his junk. What was with her? It wasn't anything special: about as long as the other stallions he'd seen. However, he may have been looking at this all wrong. It occurred to him that, although she had an outgoing attitude, Applejack was never one to chase after stallions. Could it be, that she was still a virgin and had never seen a schlong in this state before? All of these thoughts were almost instantly washed away, as something warm wrapped itself around his projectile: AJ's mouth.

This caught Applejack by surprise as much it did Braeburn. What was she doing?! But she couldn't help herself, it was just so... inviting. Almost instinctually, she began moving her head up and down, only taking about half of the shaft in. Every time she moved down, she was greeted with a heavy breath outward, from Braeburn. The stallion had his eyes closed, his head tilted back and every muscle relaxed. He was going to say something at first, something about how wrong it was, but he honestly didn't care. It felt amazing.

Applejack stopped caring as well and became completely immersed in the experience. She closed her eyes and began slowly taking in more and more of Braeburn's member with every head bob. It was warm and her saliva, mixed with the precum, made for good lubricant. She was able to slide up and down the nine inch, one-eyed monster with ease. Unfortunately, she could only go so far. Her gag reflex stopped any passage beyond her mouth. She continued to work his phallus, slowly picking up the pace and after several minutes Braeburn's breath began to speed up.

"Uhh.. h-hey, AJ?" he said, eyes still shut. "I don't mean t' interrupt, but I- I think soon, I'm gonna..." He couldn't quite get the words out, but Applejack understood. He was on the verge of climaxing. She took his member out of her mouth, a single, glistening strand of precum connecting them. Braeburn's breath slowed.

She slowly moved her way onto the bed and next to Braeburn. She smiled and whispered into Braeburn's ear, "Ah know where you can dump your load."

The yellow pony's eyes snapped open and he looked over at his cousin, "What?"

The orange mare sighed, and planted a kiss on her cousin's cheek.

Braeburn didn't know what to think. "Are ya sure?"

"Only if ya want to," She replied.

Braeburn smiled, "Mind takin' the straps off?"

Braeburn and Applejack rolled across the bed, wrapped as close as they could be, sharing a romantic, if a bit sloppy, kiss. Eventually they ended up with Braeburn on top and Applejack begging him to take her. After fiddling around with the condom wrapper, eventually finding a way to open it without fingers, he slowly began pressing the tip of his member against her entrance, earning a satisfying moan from the farm mare. He pressed until his was granted clearance, and he moved about an inch inside, inciting a squeak, much higher pitch than her usual voice, from AJ.

The orange mare bit her lower lip. While it was true she'd used her hooves plenty of times for such jobs, she had no idea the real deal would be so enjoyable. It was painful, but it was a good pain. Like after a hard days work, it was satisfying.

"Mmm... Brae..." She moaned in ecstasy.

"Yeah AJ?" He whispered.

"Keep... keep goin'..." She eventually let out.

The stallion smiled and began moving in slowly and back out, then back in, creating a sort of rhythm. He would've gone faster, but Applejack was surprisingly tight, and he could only go at a certain pace, without hurting her to much.

"Faster..." She moaned.

"Ya sure? Ah don' want t' hurt ya..." He said.

"Ah don' care," She wrapped her front hooves around Brae's neck.

After a little hesitation, he began picking up the pace, causing AJ's breathing to speed up and her moaning to become louder.

"Oh Celestia..." She exclaimed.

Braeburn backed out a little and paused, before plowing into her as deep as he could. Applejack screamed out in pure pleasure, as she began to tighten around his limb.

AJ's sudden reflexes sent Braeburn over the edge. He began filling up the condom with his juices as he continued to pound his cousin. However, it had been sometime since he'd ejaculated, and the condom wasn't exactly new. It didn't take long before the dam burst and the stallion's spunk began seeping out of AJ's snatch. After a couple seconds of silence, Brae collapsed next to Applejack. They looked at each other and smiled, their breathing heavy. They slowly began to drift to sleep, not caring about the mess they had made. They'd worry about it later.

Applejack slowly opened her eyes and looked at the window. It was morning, sunrise to be specific. It took her a couple of seconds to realize her cooch was warm and a few more seconds to remember why. She rolled over to find that her cousin was gone. She sat up slightly and looked around. She got up and noticed that the bed was almost completely clean, just a couple little spots that weren't too noticeable. As she was about to leave her room, the door slowly opened and a yellow stallion peered through.

"Oh good," he entered the room entirely and closed the door, "you're awake. Listen, 'bout last night..."

Applejack and Braeburn knew this would happen: that awkward aftersex conversation, made even more awkward since they were kin.

"The way I see it, we can look at it two ways," AJ explained. "One, we could continue in this little affair and pray no pony finds out or, two, we c'n jus' stop right now and act like it never happened. Not that it weren't amazin' an' all, but I like the second idea better. Less chance o' gettin' caught an' such..."

"Right. Of course," Braeburn agreed. "But there's still one thing that's been eatin' at me..." he glanced over at the garbage can, which had the torn condom on top.

"Riiiiight..." AJ blushed slightly. "Well... hope f'r the best?"

"An' if the worst comes t' pass?" Braeburn looked at his cousin.

The orange mare sighed, "We'll cross that bridge when we get there. Oh, one last thing," she reached under her bed and pulled out a bag of bits. Not as big as the bag she had before, which was actually filled with spare nuts and bolts instead of real money. This bag was a little smaller, but still a decent size. "Jus' so no pony c'n call me a liar."

Braeburn smiled and accepted the bag. As the two of them were walking down the stairs, they were greeted by Apple Bloom.

"Braeburn!" She called, "When did you get here?" She was delighted to see her cousin.

"Jus' last night, but ah gotta go," He tussled her hair and began walking to the door.

"Aww" Apple Bloom looked crestfallen, "why'd ya only come over for one night?"

Braeburn stopped and looked at the little filly. "Well..." He looked at the bag of bits and smiled. He turned and opened the door. Right as he was about to leave, he turned again and said, "I was here on business."

Author's Note

Chapter by Silverlinings alone. (C1, 2-3B)
I've written stuff like this before, but it's still odd for me. Especially since this is my first smut fic for MLP.
Edited by Shardz and Pegasi Bob
Comment what you thought: Any suggestions, creative criticism, grammatical errors, ETC.