The Destiny of a Forgotten Goddess: An Anthology

Pairing(s): Big Mac x Applejack (as foals)

Contains: suggested adult incest, foalcon including defloration, and consensual "underage" (read young adolescent x pre-teen) incestuous cunnilingus, breeding and impregnation.

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Zecora the zebra made her way towards Sweet Apple Acres, the homestead of the Apple Family and Ponyville's main source of food. Zecora had traveled to Ponyville on one of her many visits to Sweet Apple Acres that month, headed there now to get her weekly supply of food as well as restock on a certain other plant she used in her potion – but also to ask a favor.

As the only zebra in the area and also a most prolific alchemist, Zecora got frequent demands for her heat–quelling potion every year – and as such, every year she has to travel to Sweet Apple Acres to get a certain herb, with the Apple family long ago agreeing to grow herbs and other ingredients in bulk for her to make the mass quantities of her potions demanded each year in Ponyville. As part of the agreement, they not only got free potions on request but also got a small amount of income as well.

After she had barely crossed the threshold of the farm's gate, Zecora heard a small voice call out to her. “Why howdy there Zecora!" Apple Bloom, the youngest Apple of the family, shouted out as she galloped up to the zebra with a wide smile. The small yellow filly quickly wrapped her forehooves around Zecora's neck and gave it a squeeze, giving her a tight hug in greeting. After all, Zecora was not only a top customer to the Apple family, but also a close friend!

Zecora would often frequently visit Sweet Apple Acres to retrieve the various plants and herbs they grew for her potions, but also sometimes to simply visit with them when their and her schedules weren't so hectic. This was a business trip however, as Zecora had just run out of the vital herb she knew she'd be needing a mass quantity of soon – the one used to enhance the potency of her 'heat–potion'. After all it was springtime and Zecora knew many mares would soon be going into their estrus cycles, with some of her earliest clients going into heat at around this exact time each year.

With the lack of stallions around town and a high number of Earth Pony mares who preferred a non–magic approach to resolving their heats without a stallion, there was no doubt that Zecora's potion would be desperately sought and needed by all of the single mares in Ponyville. As such, she'd be having a massive demand for her heat–ending potion...but with no ingredients to make it as strong as it was needed, the potion would fizzle out within hours instead of a day, leaving the poor mares again at the whims of their hormones that much sooner.

As Apple Bloom broke the hug and backed away slightly, she asked Zecora "So, what brings y’ here?”

Zecora smiled and decided that telling her exactly why she was here likely wasn't a good idea given her age, instead giving a less specific response. “Hello, little missus; do you know where may I find your brother and sis? For I have some apples and ingredients to retrieve, and a request to make before I leave.”

Apple Bloom nodded towards a small storage barn a short distance away, answering; “Oh…they’re both up in the barn right over there, like they always are 'round this time of year. Y’all need me t' guide ya over there?" Apple Bloom asked with a wide smile, bouncing slightly on her hooves in excitement at the prospect of being helpful to her zebra friend.

Despite the destination being only a short walk away, Zecora nodded her head as she politely accepted the filly's offer to guide her. “What a kind heart you've got; lead on, shall we trot?”

Moments later as they approached the barn, Zecora started hearing some oddly...sexual...noises coming from it. Not wanting Applebloom to pick up on them if she hadn't already, Zecora thanked Apple Bloom for guiding her there a good distance away and gave her a couple Bits as thanks. "Golly thanks, Miss Zecora!" Applebloom said as the zebra placed the small golden coins into her hoof and quickly parted ways with her, then waved goodbye as Zecora walked towards the barn.

“Glad I could help! Bye Zecora!" Apple Bloom said as she walked away, hearing the normal "sounds of spring" coming from the small barn as she did every year and totally ignoring them. Instead of the routine noises coming from the 'Spring–moaning shed' as she'd named it, she was thinking instead of the sleepover the Cutie Mark Crusaders would be having tonight and what ways they could use to finally get that evasive Cutie Mark to appear on their flanks. Fly fishing? Nah, too wet. Sky–diving? They'd already tried that! Hmm...

After arriving at the barn now unaccompanied, Zecora stepped inside but couldn't see Big Mac nor Applejack on the ground level. Seconds later however, she picked up on the heavy breathing coming from the hayloft, followed by a creaking of the floorboards above her. Moments after, she heard a stifled female moan and sharp male exhalation, as well as a series what sounded like the soft slaps of wet flesh on flesh. Zecora coughed involuntarily, with the overpowering earthy–musky scent of an Earth–Pony mare in heat and stallion in rut very strong in the small building. Two heads shot over the edge in an instant at that sudden noise, one smaller and orange and one large and red, with that being all of them Zecora could see of the two farm ponies.

“Oh…uh…hi Zecora… uh, we weren't expectin’ y' fer a while.” Applejack stammered out, a deep blush forming on her orange face, with Big Mac’s own face turning an even deeper shade of red then it naturally was as he simply looked at the floor in embarrassment. Both heads then disappeared from sight, with a clattering of hooves following. A soft and wet–sounding pop was heard seconds later, with two heavy thumps on the loft floor as the two shared a disappointed–sounding groan immediately after.

“A–anyhow, w–what can we do ya for?” Applejack asked moments later as their heads appeared over the edge of the hayloft again, both of their blushes deeper then before. Zecora shook herself out of her trance as she heard a soft dripping sound coming from behind her, knowing very well she wasn't peeing when she felt a very specific warmth and need developing between her legs from their pheromones.

Zecora then started to feel very uncomfortable as she was stared at so intensely by Applejack and her brother, clearly having interrupted the siblings in the middle of something... seemingly very intimate. She then decided to simply dismiss herself and let them finish up...whatever it was they were doing and talk to them about her requests later when they were less preoccupied. "I can see you're preoccupied; so I wouldn't want to make you decide – between your task and your talk with me; so I'll just let you be! I'll be outside when you're done; so go on now and have your fun!" she exclaimed, blushing intensely and galloping outside as as she realized how much she'd revealed to them of what she knew.

As she arrived outside, Zecora felt her marehood wink and her inner muscles contract, the heat of lust rising again in her. She knew she shouldn't, that it was wrong on so many levels, but the pheromones she'd inhaled from inside the barn and memories of what she'd heard in there rolled around in her head and forced her hoof in the matter. Leaving a trail of mare–juice drips behind her, Zecora moved around to the side of the barn, looking for some way to subtly relieve herself.

As Zecora heard another shared moan come from inside the barn, one clearly a stallion and the other a mare, she decided that if she was going to get herself off to the incestuous couple, she may as well have some proper stimulation. Let's see if I can't get a front row seat; to what is sure to be a sexual feat! she thought as she quickly traveled around the back of the barn, shortly after discovering some hay bales stacked up to an open loft window. Perfect...!, she thought, the first time abandoning her rhyme since the first –and last!– time she'd tried to describe an orange circle.

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Applejack looked back at Big Mac with a lusty glint in her eyes, her need burning hot in her rear and Applejack more then randy about it. “Now where we, BIG brother?” Applejack asked, quickly offering herself again to her handsome hunk of a stallion that was her brother, flicking her tail up over her back and flagging herself to him – offering him to mount her again as he had just before Zecora had arrived.

The two had been right in the middle of 'planting his apple tree' when Zecora had showed up early, with them finally finding some alone–time together since Applejack went into full heat that morning. The wait had been torture for Applejack, with her having a particularly rough start this year – her mound was swollen and dripping wet in anticipation of Big Mac's yearly visit and now was the time to make up for his absence.

Applejack's puffy slit winked at Big Mac as she bent her front half down slightly, presenting herself to him again and very eager to get back to what they were doing before Zecora's interruption. Big Mac sniffed at her proffered rear on reflex, but it was purely for his own pleasure – his stallionhood already as hard as possible and throbbing, the overwhelming scent of her heat already prevalent throughout the barn.

Mac sniffed deep again as he took in the unique scent of her marehood – her scent faintly reminding him of the Gala apples they grew on the farm, but mixed with the pungent, earthy-musky scent only an Earth Pony mare in heat could produce. He placed a hoof on her rump as he pushed himself up on her again, the scent of her heat spurring him on even further as he now properly mounted his sister.

Applejack sighed in relief as she had so many times before at the weight of her brother's chest and underside once more rubbing upon her croup, feeling his forehooves again gripping tightly at her sides as he lined himself up. Big Mac was careful to check his positioning before he thrust, the same as he did every year since her first heat those many years ago...

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Many years ago when Big Mac and Applejack were still older foals of fifteen and ten respectively, Big Mac—then just Mac—went out to the fields mid-morning to make sure that the sproutlings from the grass–seed he'd planted Winter Wrapup Day were growing well. When he arrived, he looked them over and saw they were healthy-looking and sprouting normally, smiling at his job well done – and at having succeeded in the first serious job he'd been allowed to do on the farm. Pa would have been proud...

Mac then headed down towards the west fields to water the apple seeds he'd planted the same day, eager to see them sprout as well and grow a giant apple tree. He thought to himself of growing the biggest apple tree Equestria had ever seen and smiled around the handle of the watering can. A colt can dream right?

When Mac's nose detected a faint musky scent, he felt his upper lip raise on reflex, as well as feeling instinctively drawn deeper into the west fields. He wasn't sure why, but he felt compelled to find the odor's source; a deep need making him seek it out. As he continued to walk, he felt his penis growing oddly tight in his sheathe now, with him noticing that certain scent and the tightening in his sheathe both occurrences that had been happening more and more during springtime as he grew older and went into puberty. Unbeknownst to him he had started to grow erect, his body reacting to the female pheromones in the air.

Upon arriving at the west fields, Mac saw his sister Applejack sitting in a nearby patch of leftover snow. Her orange coat was softly shimmering in the spring sun from her sweating, but it wasn't that hot out...matter of fact it was slightly nippy to him! As Mac grew nearer to Applejack, his nose instantly led him to her planted rear, the musky scent quickly reaching its peak of concentration as he felt his penis fully drop from his sheathe now, quickly hardening from the scent of a filly in heat. Mac started sniffing against Applejack's rear, wanting more of that glorious scent as he then started nudging against her croup, trying to get under her tail to what seemed to be the source.

Applejack felt her head get light suddenly as she smelled a strong, unmistakably male scent coming from behind her, her muzzle detecting the scent of a stallion's pheromones nearby. The snow she was sitting in was no longer able contain the strange heat emanating from her loins since this morning as the burning intensified now from that odor, between her legs growing hotter as her juices started to increase and drip onto the already-wet ground beneath her.

Applejack groaned softly in discomfort as her body's need grew, a need for what she didn't know, but she knew she instinctively that she needed something and that she needed that something badly. As she felt a muzzle sniff and press against her seated rear, Applejack shot up and moved her tail up and to the side as her small flower winked against the air on reflex, letting out another soft moan and spreading her back legs as she peed a little on the ground. Unintentionally yet instinctively inviting the male behind her to breed her in the most primitive and obvious way possible.

Mac saw the filly's invitation and immediately lunged at her, mounting her and his hooves wrapped tightly around her much smaller frame before he even knew what happened. As he started to thrust against her, he wasn't even able to control his body, running on pure instinct now as he continued to hump against this needing young mare. His pheromone–filled mind didn't care that she was his sister, nor that she hadn't asked nor permitted him to do this – all it cared about were the rapid, hard thrusts his flat head made against the filly-in-heat's back end as he instinctively searched for...the bee's honeypot?

Mac moaned as he finally felt a warm spot against his penis' tip, with him feeling a burst of pleasure unlike his virgin mind ever had before as he pressed his sensitive head against the tight and warm something. He'd only pressed in ever so slightly into warm spot when he heard a surprised cry of pain – Applejack crying out at the pressure against her hole. When that cry finally snapped Mac out of his lustful haze, he looked down to where he was pressing into – and immediately pulled back as he realized where his member was, quickly coming fully to his senses and dismounting her after discovering that he'd tried to put himself up his virgin sister's butt.

The next moments were very awkward as Mac clumsily apologized and explained what was happening to his little sister, as well as trying to explain why he'd been trying to put his 'willy' up her butt. With his penis still aching in need of release he explained the basics about the birds and the bees to her, sloppily telling her why she'd reacted the way she did when he'd approached her and nudged on her croup, with him mainly focusing on a mare's heat cycles and natural reflexes to stallions during that time.

The more Mac explained about the facts of life, the more Applejack felt the faint ember in her ignite – starting to feel the then–soft heat in her rear increasing in intensity as her brother stumbled through the description of breeding, which he himself could unsurprisingly barely remember from Granny Smith's vague and disjointed lesson on the matter. She looked at his hard breeding rod the entire time as he explained what mounting was and what happened after, the foreign thoughts of having it inside her overtaking her thoughts. She needed it...needed him inside her. Now.

As Mac said "...and then th' bee fertilizes the honeypot with his stinger...", he finally gave up trying to explain mating, confusing himself and probably moreso his sister with his rambling. Instead, he came up with a better idea, perhaps his libido thinking more then his brain as he asked his sister – "Maybe Ah could jus' show y', li'l sis?"

Her brother's offer instantly stoked Applejack's curiosity, making her feel another burst of heat and prickling from between her legs. Applejack nodded to herself as she thought briefly, then spoke her thoughts aloud – "S' all Ah gotta do is stand here and be "stung" by you, it'll feel real good, an' then this here itchin' and burnin'll go away?" Mac nodded and opened his mouth to warn her of the risk of them making a foal together, but Applejack didn't want to hear anything more about it. She needed this burning to stop, so if all she had to do is be "stung" by her brother and 'feel real good' to end it, then she'd gladly do it. Applejack put a hoof over Mac's muzzle then pushed down lightly to shut him up, then turned and shook her rear at him as she nearly shouted her next demand. "Well, then get on t' stingin' me already!"

Unsure if his sister knew or understood the implications or risks of what she wanted from him, but unable to care anymore let alone think due to his mind being clouded by his pheromone-induced lust, Mac's muzzle nudged Applejack's half–flagged tail aside and nuzzled experimentally against her swollen young slit as he again took in her musky scent, feeling his member throb as he breathed it in. "Big bro what're ya..." Applejack started to ask – but instead of finishing she sighed in approval as his muzzle started softly nudging against her needing flesh, that simple touch having sent light bursts of pleasure through her already.

Mac debated what to do next but quickly was answered when he felt a wetness on his muzzle and was pressed against Applejack's folds, the initial touch clearly making her want more. He licked his lips when he pulled away from his sister's sudden action, tasting a hint of apples as he cleaned his sister's juices off his muzzle, then proceeding in diving right in and licking along her small flower as he further tasted his first mare. He liked it and he definitely wanted more.

Applejack visibly tensed up as Mac started to lick harder into her 'honeypot', rewarding her brother with a shudder and a hard moan as his tongue unintentionally brushed over her clitoris.

With pleasure surging through her young body, Applejack couldn't feel anything but the tingling pleasure all throughout her as her brother's inexperienced tongue penetrated her and start flopping around inside her wet passage. "D–Don't stop bro...please..." she whined out as she dug at the ground in front of her hard with her fore-hoof, leaving large gashes on the ground as she struggled to cope with her first eating–out.

Applejack's heat-addled body couldn't care less the skill of the young stallion, with him merely flopping around inside her and not even trying to find the sensitive spots every mare had—wholly inexperienced, but making up for it in enthusiasm—her body caring only about the fact that her vagina finally had something moving inside of it, and eagerly clenching down on that object hard to prevent it from getting away.

As Mac amateurishly licked inside his sister for a moment more, Applejack suddenly cried out in pleasure as she felt her pleasure suddenly and sharply spike when he hit that one lower spot again, muscles she didn't even know she had starting to clamp down and send waves of intense pleasure surging throughout her.

When Mac pressed into his sister's passage more—now pressing very deeply into Applejack's 'honeypot'—he felt an incredible tightness on his tongue as he heard her cry out again, but this time with a completely different tone from when he'd mounted her before. Applejack arched her back and started to instinctively grind against her big brother's muzzle as he brought her to her first-ever climax, with him feeling her muscles clenching down hard on his tongue as she cried out yet again in pleasure, trembling and giving loud whinnies as she came. He felt a splash of wetness on his face and muzzle, quickly followed by another as Applejack gushed her first-ever release.

Mac couldn't take simply pleasing Applejack anymore, his instincts demanding stimulation – demanding him to breed his mare now. He pulled his tongue out of Applejack and then pressed his hoof down on her haunches as he lifted himself up, mounting her again on instinct.

Applejack looked back at her brother as he climbed on her, watching as he lined up, her need rising even higher then it was before he'd licked her, the burn a lit pyre in her belly. "So now yer gonna 'sting' me, right?" she asked somewhat nervously as she felt his chest and belly rub against her croup, somewhat afraid her was gonna chicken out and leave her like this. This thought was quickly quelled as Mac started to shift around on top of her and unsteadily thrust against her, making her even more horny now that her stallion had her mounted and pinned beneath him.

Not responding to his sister's earlier question, Mac instead started grinding against her haunches rapidly as he thrust against her again, this time looking down as he moved. When he saw his tip at the entrance to Applejack's 'honeypot', he clutched her sides tightly as he thrust in hard.

Mac took Applejack's virginity in one swift thrust, with her so wet from her heat and his licking that it didn't hurt at all, the penetration instead making her moan out in blazing pleasure as Mac's seven-inch colthood shortly after hilted in her very slick passage. Each pony caught up in the intense sensations now rushing through themselves for the first time.

Mac gave his sister and himself a moment to breathe after hilting in her, taking in the sensations as he felt her tight, velvety passage grip him in a vice-like grasp, her fillyhood getting what it so desired and not letting it go easily. When she loosened enough for him to move again, Mac started his pace at a slow hump before an urge again kicked in soon after, which made him start thrusting hard, deep and fast into her warmth; his instinct guiding him on the fastest path to properly breed his mare.

After a number of the hard thrusts, with each one pressing against something very deep inside her foal-tunnel, Applejack started whinnying again as she cried out in bliss. "Mac...I...t-tingles again!" Applejack uttered, and at that her inexperienced body started clenching down hard on Big Mac's cock as she came again, orgasmic pleasure silencing her as her young stallion was forced to slow his thrusts, her becoming tighter and harder to enter. Still, he continued all the same, making her shudder and groan through the extreme pleasure now surging through her, feeling that she was still being rutted during her orgasm. Apparently he needed this just as much as she did now.

Mac meanwhile was in heaven, his tongue lulling out as he took the soft, hot and tightly-gripping tunnel of his sister, his first mare-in-heat, as his own. It felt so perfect as he thrust in hard through her orgasm, her clenching innards squeezing so tightly against his member and making him groan at the sensation, the resistance that Applejack's contractions caused only making him want to thrust harder to get deep into her again. So he did.

At this point, Mac's body was only concerned with the final step in this ancient dance of mare and stallion as he felt her silken walls squeezing so tightly against his breeding rod, that final step being to give this mare what her body was effectively milking him of and what she so desperately needed. His 'seed to fertilize her honeypot'.

As Mac felt Applejack's foal-passage clenching down hard on him one last time, he could take no more. With a loud groan and a final thrust he planted himself as deeply into her as he could, feeling something snap somewhere down there, followed by a growing and series of hard throbs coming from his 'stinger'. As he stayed hilted balls-deep in his sister's passage, Mac kept himself as deeply into that warmth as he could, his own tail flagging, signaling his dawning climax.

A passionate scream escaped Mac's throat as Applejack started whinnying again, the young mare feeling pulses from his 'stinger' inside her, along with feeling deep inside herself being spread wider as he seemingly grew! She could feel her deepest depths spreading further as Mac's glans flared, soon followed by a few more hard throbs as a wet warmth started spraying very deep inside of her.

The feeling of that warmth and of being filled and stretched so tightly extended her orgasm, making Applejack start to scream anew as Mac started to shoot his load into her procreant body, sending his first waves of young stallion cream into her as he started planting his seed into her very fertile 'plot'.

Mac started thrusting hard again when he started cumming, gripping her barrel tighter as his instincts demanded he hold her tight to him and force himself as far into her as possible. His penis was apparently a perfect fit for Applejack's breeding canal as, with a few more deep thrusts, his flared head kissed then pressed against her cervix, his twitch–twitch–twitching shaft now gushing directly into her virgin womb and letting nothing escape as his flared head sealed against it with each thrust.

Applejack weakly moaned out one last time as Mac bit her crest and gave it a gentle tug, adding that extra bit of stimulation and making her fall silent and limp as she suddenly lost consciousness, blacking out from the extreme pleasure and over-stimulation as she came once more, her mind overwhelmed and simply giving out. As she passed out, the filly slumped down to the ground, losing all control of her body as she fell into sleep's dark embrace.

Mac noticed he was slipping out as Applejack started to slump to the ground, feeling her warmth sliding down and away from him until only his flared head was still lodged inside his sister. Instinctively desperate to be hilted inside his mare during his climax, the colt crouched down over Applejack's unconscious body and thrust sharply, satisfying his most base urge as he again felt his full penis surrounded by her warm and clenching muscles. He felt complete again as he planted himself to the base and again bit down on her crest, thrusting hard a few times for good measure to make sure he was indeed as far into her as possible.

Running purely on instinct now, Mac held still as he continued shooting his load directly into his sister's small womb for a good while, filling it completely as he held her stifles sealed to his. He held her crest tightly between his teeth to keep her in place as she was seeded, unaware she was actually unconscious and incapable of movement anyhow.

As it had no way to get past his flared head, Mac's ejaculate started to make Applejack's abdomen expand slightly as he came more into her, his body intent to make this mare in need as full as possible as he continued to give her his first ever release. Applejack's reflexes were still working his cock even as she was unconscious, her rhythmic contractions trying to pull his cum as deeply inside her as they could but not realizing it was futile. Mac was already planting his seed directly where it needed to be.

After he finally finished his last squirts into her moments later and felt her milking movements stop as well, Mac's back hooves were quivering as he pulled out of Applejack and barely managed to dismount her on his wobbly hooves. A pearl of his semen very soon after escaped her passage and was followed by more, with her well-stretched passage offering little resistance as it developed to a small stream, her body ridding itself of the excess of his rather generous donation.

Mac stood beside his sleeping sister for a moment to make sure she was OK, his lust subsiding and him, at last, realizing that Applejack had passed out. He checked her out as best as he could given his lack of any medical experience, but didn't really notice anything past pure exhaustion and over–stimulation being the cause of her fainting.

Exhausted himself from such an intense first breeding, Mac flopped down next to his sister, virtually collapsing beside Applejack and onto the soft, recently-tilled ground beneath them. His heavy eyelids shut as he looked upon the smiling face of his sleeping sister, then laid his muzzle on her crest and soon after joined her in the realm of Luna.

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Mac had 'stung' Applejack many more times in the following days, each time bringing her to a remote place before mounting and breeding her. He'd gripped her crest between his teeth as he took her roughly, with her each time submitting willingly to her brother and instincts as he came deeply inside of her belly, again and again, each time filling her well as she came herself, constantly in orgasmic bliss as her brother mated her until the burning went away within a couple of days.

It was a couple of weeks after her heat ended before Applejack started to get an increased appetite, with Granny Smith just figuring she was going through another growth spurt. It was many months later however, before her belly started to grow significantly, with it then being quite evident she was pregnant. When asked who the sire of the foal was, all Applejack would say was that he was 'somepony very close to her', but she would never reveal a name.

Just over eleven months after she and Mac had danced the ancient dance of stallion and mare, Applejack foaled a healthy filly, a beautiful red mane adorning her head and a bright yellow coat upon her body. Applejack and Mac had discussed a name for their foal in secret: if it was a colt, they'd name him Jonagold. But if it was a filly, the name they decided upon was one that had been hard thought on, memories of what Mac had left in Applejack's hair when she'd awoken from their first mating at the front of her mind when she'd decided upon the name for their daughter, the name she'd just given their filly.

The name of Apple Bloom.