Chapters Chapter 2: Ribbons and Bows
Everything was set. Once the plan had been settled on, things had come together with surprising ease. Applejack had done some quick thinking and got her little sister and Granny Smith invited to stay with the Seed family for a long weekend in Manehattan. Apple Bloom had been so excited to hear she was going to visit her favorite cousin, Babs, that the little pony had barely been able to contain herself.
Needless to say, Big Mac required very little convincing. A dopey grin had been plastered on his face ever since A.J. had informed him of his upcoming birthday festivities.
On the day of the big event, Rarity had treated all of her friends to the deluxe package at the day spa, and everypony looked and felt their absolute best. They had gathered on the farm in the Party Barn, so to speak, and there were six perfectly-coiffed manes and neatly-trimmed tails to be seen. Clean coats had been brushed to soft perfection, and hooves had been polished to a smooth shine. Even Rainbow had given in to all the pony primping.
The girls were chattering excitedly, gathered around a makeshift vanity table that Twilight had set up. They were all attending to last-minute beauty details, and applying mists of sweet-smelling fragrances. The fillies’ spirits—as well as estrogen levels—were sky high.
Applejack had separated herself from the group momentarily, but she had returned with a small package. She waited for the chatter to die down, but had to resort to clearing her throat several times in order to get noticed.
Finally, she had the floor.
She lifted the lid of the box, and her friends leaned in to see its contents. Six, tiny clay jars with cork stoppers sat nestled in a bed of straw. With tentative glances, each pony took one and examined it.
“These, ladies,” began Applejack, “are one of Zecora’s best-kept secret potions. If you think you’re hot and horny now , wait until these babies kick in.”
She noticed a few worried looks on her friends’ faces.
“And don’t y’all fret,” she reassured, “they won’t make you lose your mind or do anything crazy. They’ll just make everything feel better. Heaps better. Trust me, they’re completely safe.”
She uncorked her potion and raised it up, waiting for the others to join in her toast. One by one, each mare added their bottle to the center.
“Bottoms up!” instructed Applejack.
The six friends downed their drinks in one, simultaneous gulp.
A.J. wiped her muzzle and then threw the bottle against a far wall of the barn. It shattered with a satisfying crunch.
“Yee-haw. Let’s get this rodeo started!” she beamed.
“Wait!” shouted Pinkie Pie. “We’re supposed to be presents for Big Mac, right? Well, what would presents be without,” she paused for dramatic effect, “BOWS!”
In the blink of an eye, she reached into her mane for a box and opened it. It exploded with a tiny fanfare in a shower of confetti and streamers. Always the party pony. She reached in and removed six large bows of satin.
Rarity chuckled and grabbed her white bow. “Well, at least you color-coordinated the accessories, darling,” she remarked, tying the white ribbon on her left flank, near her cutie-mark diamonds.
The next few minutes passed with light-hearted banter and lots of giggling, as the girls decided on where to place their bows and how to arrange themselves in an inviting tableau for the birthday boy.
Rainbow Dash could barely hold still.
“That potion of Zecora’s is really starting to work. If you don’t get that brother of yours in here right now ,” Dash said to Applejack with flap of her taut wings, “I’m gonna mount Fluttershy! ”
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” blushed Fluttershy with a coy smile, but nopony heard her over the boisterous reaction to Dash’s joke.
“Yeah, I told y’all,” remarked Applejack. “That zebra really knows her stuff. She made a special brew for Big Mac, too, but he had to drink his yesterday.”
“Why is that?” inquired Twilight.
“Well, apparently a stallion needs a little time to gear up for a task like this. I guess if you’re gonna sow a large field, then you gotta have lots of extra seed, so to speak. Not to mention some pretty serious stamina. Big Mac’s been napping all day, bless his heart.”
Applejack went to the barn door and let out a shrill whistle. The sun was just setting behind the rows of apple trees, but the evening was proving to be surprisingly warm for mid-spring. She could just make out the new fields of saplings that had been recently planted. It’d be a few years until they bore fruit.
She scanned the horizon and called toward the farmhouse again. Now where was that big brother of hers? Get that gigantic cock of yours in here. If he didn’t show soon, she was afraid the party might start without him, and there was no way that Applejack wanted her brother to miss out on his six-way filly fuckfest.
She was just about to whistle a third time, when Big Mac came trotting toward the barn. He looked sharp and styled. He must have taken a few extra minutes brushing his coat and mane.
“Ok, y’all. Places!” called Applejack as she raced over to join her friends.
The birthday boy was lying on his back in a big pile of hay. His large penis was unsheathed, but only partially erect, as the mob of young mares closed in with hungry looks in their eyes. This was going to be fun!
Introductions and foreplay had been minimal. They all knew what they were there for. Big Mac had certainly appreciated the sight of six gorgeous fillies wrapped up just for him, and he stood for a few moments just inside the door admiring his pile of pony presents. His sister had led off the procession where, one-by-one, the mares had approached the stallion and let him pluck off their bows while they rubbed flanks or flashed tails or performed other suggestive moves. As a nice touch, somepony had put on some soft, sexy music in the background.
Applejack took the reins of the situation. “For starters, it’s hooves only,” she instructed.
Within seconds, Big Mac found himself covered with warm, sweet-smelling fillies. Their perfumes were pleasant, but they couldn’t mask the pervasive smell of sex and desire that was emanating from the group. Ten delicate hooves began stroking his shaft, and it was rock-hard almost immediately. A.J. hadn’t exaggerated about its size in the slightest. His sister took a place near his tail, and skillfully massaged his balls.
His towering cock was breathtaking. A pony would think that there wasn’t space for five pairs of hooves on just one dick, but there was—with room to spare. Applejack grinned as she couldn’t help but be reminded of the way a baseball team chose sides, with all hands working up the bat. Her friends were certainly working over her brother pretty well.
A jar of petroleum jelly had made its way around, and a dozen slippery hooves teased and kneaded Big Mac’s shiny pillar until it pulsed and bobbed. It took the five fillies a few minutes, but they eventually started working as a unit, all rubbing up and down his shaft in unison. One massive, group-effort hoofjob.
Big Mac was making his pleasure known, giving off grunts and snorts with almost every breath. His sister watched for his tell-tale sign that he was about to ejaculate. She was surprised, what with Zecora’s magic elixir coursing through his body, that he had even held out for more than a minute or two.
There it was. He bit his lower lip. Applejack removed her hat and tossed it to the side.
“Get ready, girls. It’s gonna rain, and the forecast is for warm and sticky.”
With Big Mac in his semi-reclined position, his giant dick was pointed almost directly straight up. He huffed a few times and arched his back, unleashing a deluge of stallion seed several feet into the air. For a few seconds, it appeared that he had become a miniature geyser, as shot after gooey shot of was squeezed off. Applejack tried her best to steer the salvos and ensure that none of her friends stayed dry.
Big Mac exhaled loudly and collapsed back into the hay. He let out a long, satisfied sputter.
During the brief pause, the six fillies looked around at each other:
Fluttershy, it seemed, had taken the barrage head on—her long, pink mane was covered in big globs of cum. She was flushed pink, but didn’t seem to mind.
Twilight was testing its consistency by rubbing it between her hooves. She wiped a morsel from her flank and licked her hoof. She enthused over the taste.
Rainbow had actually taken to the air during the downpour and tried to catch it on her tongue like raindrops. She flapped back down to the ground licking her muzzle and smacking her lips.
Rarity probably could have magically removed the semen from her coat, but was rubbing it in , instead—like it was some kind of exotic body lotion or something.
Pinkie Pie was giggling hysterically and rolling around on the ground. When she finally got up again, her coat was matted with bits of dirt and hay.
Applejack rubbed her nose, removing a strand of cum that was hanging there. Playfully, she smacked her brother on his flank.
“OK. Quit your dallying,” she chided her brother. “There’s six feverish fillies here, and you’ve got the magic pill.”
Big Mac sat up and grinned. He better be smiling. After all that was probably the hoofjob of a lifetime! He looked down at his cock. It was pretty much ready to go, but it was covered with semen.
“It’s all sticky,” he pouted as he looked directly at his sister.
Applejack knew what he wanted. She sighed and went over to her brother. In one jaw-dropping, throat-jamming motion she swallowed his entire cock, right down to the hilt. She made wet slurping noises as she slowly released his shaft, inch by wet inch. With a pop, she spit out the tip, and swallowed. Big Mac’s magnificent member was once again rock-hard and clean as a whistle.
The other ponies looked on in amazement. All five mouths stood agape.
“Yah dah,” babbled Rarity, “how did y…” Words failed her.
“Awe-some,” squealed Rainbow, in a hushed reverence.
“Ooooh, she’s good ,” purred Pinkie Pie, to nopony in particular.
The fillies had positioned themselves in a semi-circle, with their tails facing Big Mac. Looking left to right, the stallion admired some of the choicest, firmest, and roundest horsey hindquarters he had ever seen. Six sexy tails flicked in anticipation. Pink, orange, yellow, white, blue, and purple butts right in his face. He wasn’t sure if they had arranged themselves in color order on purpose or not, but then again he didn’t really care at the moment.
The stallion put his nose right in the middle and inhaled deeply. The smell of sex was so pungent, he could almost taste the marinating marehoods. It wasn’t often you got the chance to savor that much rampaging filly pheromone in a single sniff.
As the birthday boy surveyed his rump rainbow, he considered the best plan of attack. He shrugged and just went with good old left to right. He figured he’d start a bit with his tongue to make sure that the girls were sufficiently slippery before starting in with the rutting:
Pinkie Pie waggled her butt and laughed with a snort as he approached. She smelled faintly of cake frosting. Her marehood was pink and slick, and he nuzzled it gently. When he licked her clit, she giggled and sighed.
Applejack was all set to go. He knew his sister intimately and delivered a few of her favorite moves with his tongue, polished from lots of practice. They had been having sex ever since they were little; she simply tasted and smelled like home.
Fluttershy flinched ever so slightly at his first touch, but quickly relaxed. He kissed her haunches and used his tongue to play with her sex. The hair on her inner thighs was amazingly soft; it felt like a dandelion on his nose. She was incredibly wet, and her haunches were radiating an incredible amount of heat.
Rarity was an enigma. He had always thought her to be very sophisticated and lady-like, and now here she was with her rump in the air practically begging to be banged. She swooned—perhaps a bit over-dramatically—as he buried his tongue in her juicy marehood. He gently bucked into her crotch with his nose a couple of times for good measure.
Rainbow Dash was poised like she was at the starting line of a big race, and she flapped her wings a few times to show that she was on her mark, and set. Big Mac delicately used his large tongue to play with her clitoris, while he reached up with one of his front hooves and stroked her side, right at the base of her wing. He had recently read a book on anatomy, and knew that many pegasus mares had an erotic spot right there.
Twilight Sparkle—a princess, for pony sake—was waiting patiently at the end. At least she had decided to leave the crown at home. He hoped he could perform his duties to her liking. He began with some flank caressing and tail nuzzling, which she seemed to enjoy. A few, quick licks of her marehood revealed that she was ready, too.
“Big Mac, if you don’t start throwing some of that dick around soon,” informed Applejack, “you’re gonna have a riot on your hooves!”
His sister’s spurring on was met with impatient stamps and snorts of agreement.
It seemed that the stallion enjoyed being in such high demand, and he took his time making his way back to the start of the rutting line. It was then that Big Mac remembered something and bonked his forehead lightly. How could he forget?! He quickly went over to his saddlebags that he had stashed earlier in the day, and pulled out a rubber ring. All the mares watched in anticipation as he grabbed his huge dick and slid the device down the shaft to the base.
With the cock ring in place, Big Mac teased his shaft and head with his hooves, and squeezed with his core muscles. Blood flowed one-way into his already huge erection, resulting an even thicker, angrier-looking penis than before. Large veins pulsed along the sides of the shaft. He surveyed the fillies’ faces and saw—more or less—equal parts desire and apprehension.
He positioned himself behind Pinkie Pie, and thumped her rump a few times with the head of his cock to make sure it was fully engorged. Then he slid it into her waiting marehood about halfway and gave a few delicious thrusts. It pushed her open wide, and she stretched her legs apart a little more to accommodate. He didn’t think it would be fair to start with the whole sixteen inches, so he used his one hoof on his shaft like a depth stop on a drill press.
He also didn’t want to keep any of the fillies waiting for too long, so he quickly moved his way down the line, giving each of them a dozen or so introductory thrusts. They were all sopping wet and ready, and his shallow rutting was met with various sounds of enjoyment—moans and sighs and ahhs.
Author's Note
"Big Mac's Wild Ride" was the working title of this clopfic.
Chapter 5: Big Mac Attack
The preliminaries were well over and all of the safety nets had been removed. Everypony was moaning loudly and huffing rapidly and jostling for position. As soon as the young stallion began humping one horny filly, there would be five hungry haunches shoved in his face. A barrage of beautiful butts waiting to be banged. A tsunami of tantalizing tail-flicks.
Big Mac may have had his hooves full, but he was in pony, porny heaven. He was all-out bucking the six young mares, giving them massive, hard thrusts of his entire cock, all the way to the hilt, and it certainly seemed like they were enjoying every bit of it:
Pinkie Pie’s everyday enthusiasm seemed to be tripled during sex, and she was practically bouncing with desire and excitement. Big Mac loved watching her sleek haunch muscles work as they rhythmically squeezed his cock again and again. She seemed so primed for release that he wondered if he could get her to go off like her party cannon.
Applejack’s juicy marehood was a special treat, and he delighted in giving his little sister all he had. Not that they didn’t have sexual relations often, it was just that they usually engaged in oral or anal sex. They had mutually decided that they liked it just as well, and there wasn’t any possibility of pregnancy that way. From the sounds she was making, Applejack was enjoying the sweet pounding that her brother was giving her.
Fluttershy’s demeanor was surprisingly vocal and voracious. Her sharp cries rang from the rafters of the barn, and she stamped her hooves impatiently.
“Hah. Hahh! Buck me harder. Harder! ” she demanded.
The stallion was relentlessly giving her all sixteen inches, and yet her core muscles kept pulling him inward, sucking him deeper if that was even possible. Sweet Celestia, who knew that the normally demure pegasus was an absolute monster in the sack?!
Rarity’s cheeks were flushed a bright pink, and her right flank was enflamed to match. Big Mac slapped her rump there—hard—with every thrust, and he made sure to jam his cock in, up to the hilt every time. She had made it clear that she liked it extra rough, and her front hooves were firmly dug into the dirt. Even so, she kept being driven forward, and the stallion had to take the occasional step to remain right behind her.
Rainbow Dash’s whole backside was wet with her own juices, and Big Mac’s testicles slapped off her inner thighs lewdly, as he slammed into her over and over again. Her front hooves pawed at the ground, and she flapped her erect wings for stability. She panted encouragement to the big stallion through gritted teeth and closed eyes.
Twilight Sparkle’s horn flared with magic, as she looked back at Big Mac with a devious grin. He felt some unseen hoof playing—rather masterfully—with his balls, and he had to concentrate extra hard not to lose it right there. He had quickly overcome his initial intimidation at rutting with a princess, aided significantly by her sexual aggressiveness.
The birthday boy had fucked each filly a few times and was getting close to his first—of hopefully many—orgasms. He had never before been in the enviable position of having to decide who would get the initial load of cum:
Should it be a creampie facial for Pinkie Pie,
Or should his sister get to lick the batter?
Would Fluttershy demand the fruits from his jewels,
Or let Rarity wear the warm pearl necklace?
Maybe he should give a sticky wing to Rainbow Dash.
Perhaps the princess would wear a magic crown after all.
Oh, decisions, decisions .
Chapter 7: Under the Stars
Applejack was glad that she had brought towels to their swim tonight. It was pleasantly warm for springtime, but the water was downright cold, and their washing-up session had been brief and full of brisk sputters. They had to work at it a little, but it felt really good to get all of the sweat and dried semen out of their coats. If nothing else, Big Mac had certainly accomplished the coverage aspect of his job.
He flung their damp towels over tree branches and went back to his sister, who had produced a large plastic bottle from her saddlebag. It proved to be an electrolyte sports drink, and she took several large gulps before handing it off to her brother. He chugged the rest of the bottle and made a sound of deep satisfaction. She had figured that he would need to replenish his fluids.
“Well, do you have one more round in you?” teased Applejack, pushing her rump right in her brother’s face. “Just for your little sister?”
Big Mac chuckled. “Eeyup.” He took a couple of playful nips of her flank. She giggled and took off at a trot, heading farther into the orchard.
It seemed an odd time for reflection—what with her horny brother hot on her trail—but Applejack truly loved everything about Sweet Apple Acres. She took a deep breath. It smelled like home. She couldn’t imagine living anywhere else or doing any other job. The one time that she had tried something different—when she went to live with her Aunt and Uncle Orange in Manehattan—had shown her how much she disliked being away from the farm, and the land, and the apple trees.
And of course she had missed her family, but the real reason she returned was the fact that she just couldn’t bear to be separated from her big brother. Upon returning to her home in the country, little Applejack had gotten her cutie mark that very afternoon. And she had given her virginity to Big Mac that very night.
Deep in the apple fields, far away from the farmhouse and the barns, there was a particular, old apple tree that had been around for generations. It was one of—if not the—oldest trees on the farm, and it was the siblings' favorite spot for lovemaking.
Applejack leaned against the tree and waited for her brother. He was just a few seconds behind, and came sauntering up to her. He hadn’t really been worried about losing her—he knew where she was headed.
She approached him slowly and kissed him—a deep, passionate kiss. Nose to nose, she looked him right in the eye.
“If you don’t put that huge cock of yours,” said Applejack calmly, “in my ass, this very minute, then I’ll…then I’ll…” she faltered.
Her brother looked amused and waited to see what sort of threat his sister would come up with.
“Just fuck me already,” she sighed, sticking her butt in the air and flicking her tail in anticipation.
She didn’t have to wait long.
Applejack closed her eyes and felt as her big brother took his position behind her. He slipped his cock into her marehood and gave a few gentle thrusts. The fun and games from earlier had been a blast, but she was glad to have him all to herself for the finale.
Rock-hard and properly lubricated, Big Mac withdrew and rubbed the head of his penis on her butthole, while Applejack concentrated on relaxing her sphincter muscles. It required a team effort to accommodate all sixteen inches of stallion. Several hard bucks later, and her brother was buried up to the hilt. He began slowly—sliding in and out, in and out.
Applejack moaned with pure pleasure. This was how she truly loved to be ravaged by her big brother. On the farm, by themselves, under the stars, beneath the old apple tree. Her sweet brother and his gigantic cock. She felt the earth—solid and fertile—beneath her hooves, and smelled the dirt and the grass and the apples.
Anal was, and always had been, their favorite type of sexual congress, and Applejack—to her friends’ amazement—had never had a problem reaching orgasm. She supposed that when your whole hindquarters were getting pounded like that, it didn’t matter exactly where the penetration occurred.
She just felt so full. Full of love, full of life, full of her brother’s massive pony prick.
Big Mac was grunting with each stroke, and she matched him with sharp howls of her own. They weren’t worried a lick about being overheard. Shoot, they probably made the coyotes a little jealous. She looked up and saw the mare in the moon looking down at them, and wondered how many other ponies were rutting their brains out at that very moment.
Applejack felt her muscles start to clench, and she gritted her teeth as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her body. Her mane had fallen in front of her eyes, and she tossed her head with a loud cry of ecstasy. Big Mac gently supported her and caressed her flank while she came.
After a few seconds, she looked back at him and nodded. The stallion started up his hard bucking again, this time with increased fervor. Applejack felt him grip her haunches tightly as he drew in his breath sharply. He thrust again and again, and once more, and then pushed in with all his might, and she felt each warm shot of semen as it spurted deep into her bowels.
Both exhausted, they flopped down on the ground, lying on their sides. Applejack snuggled her back into her brother’s chest, encircled by his strong and gentle hooves. She loved cuddling in the saddles position right after rutting. Her brother’s cock was still inside her.
“So, did you enjoy your birthday gift, Maxie?” inquired Applejack, already pretty sure of the answer.
Big Mac sputtered and murmured his assent into her ear. He kissed her mane and nuzzled her neck.
“I love you so much, Jaxie. My sweet little sister.”
“And I love you. Happy birthday, big brother.”
Chapter 1: An Idea Presents Itself
The annual Spring Fling was winding down. Many of the cities and settlements across Equestria celebrated the season of rejuvenation and fertility with some kind of event, and Ponyville was no exception. Pinkie Pie had outdone herself as party planner this year, and it seemed that the whole town had come out to enjoy the festivities. Copious amounts of food and drink had been prepared and consumed, while traditional dances had taken place around the large wooden pole that had been erected near the town hall. Both the building and the maypole were richly decorated with streamers and flowers.
DJ-Pon3 was still playing music, but she had long ago moved away from the frenetic beats of dubstep and techno, and had settled into a playlist full of ambient and trance. She had even turned down the volume a notch, although she never would have admitted it. A few diehard ponies still stomped and sweated on the dancefloor. It was well after midnight.
Most of the tables that had been brought in for the event were now vacant and covered in paper plates and plastic cups. One diligent pony was walking around with a trash bag. A small lamp had been placed in the center of each table, but only a few remained lit.
But one table near the back still had six occupants, and its firefly lamp burned brightly.
Twilight Sparkle stifled a yawn, and tried to appear interested in Rainbow Dash’s story, even though she had already heard it half-a-dozen times. It included a detailed description of the pegasus’ new aerial trick, and the number of loopity-loops had steadily increased from three to eight. She was banking on ten, this time around.
“So then I came in hot, right under the cloud, and bank left,” gestured Rainbow. She acted out the maneuver from the waist up. “Then I did ten loopity-loops before safely landing on the runway.”
Twilight snickered. Nailed it.
“What’s so funny, Miss Magic Wings?” demanded Rainbow. She never missed an opportunity to needle Twilight about her recently-acquired alicorn wings, and the fact that she was still pretty shaky on them.
“Oh, nothing. It’s just cute to watch you pantomime the loops,” Twilight lied.
“Hmmph,” grumped Rainbow, obviously annoyed that her big finish had been undermined.
“Well, I think that story was great!” beamed Pinkie Pie.
“Yes, darling, your trick sounds simply wonderful,” chimed in Rarity.
“And the best part is that I don’t even need to give you a jump-launch,” exclaimed Applejack.
Heads slowly turned to look at Fluttershy.
“Oh, um,” she stammered, having been caught off guard. “Yay!” It was barely loud enough to be heard over the music.
Everypony giggled. Fluttershy still needed to work on that whole enthusiasm thing. The conversation waned as a relaxed mood set in over the group. Rarity pawed at the food left on her plate. Applejack removed her cowgirl hat and ran a hoof through her mane. Twilight thought about going to check on Spike; she had put the little dragon to bed hours ago.
Pinkie Pie drained the last of her cider from her glass, slurping the last dregs noisily through a curly, red straw.
“Well, girls. It’s too bad,” she said between sips, “that none of us got laid tonight.”
Leave it to Pinkie Pie.
Most of the mares gasped and gave shocked looks. Rainbow Dash grinned. Fluttershy blushed and hid behind her bangs.
“Pinkamina Diane Pie,” scolded Rarity, “a lady does not just blurt out things like that.”
Pinkie rolled her eyes. “Oh, relax Rares. There’s nopony here but us.”
“Even so,” replied Rarity.
“But I am beginning to regret that I ever told you my full name,” added Pinkie, throwing a menacing glare Rarity’s way, who pretended not to notice it.
“Well, I don’t know about you girls,” continued Pinkie, “but I get really hot to trot this time of year. I mean, they don’t call it mating season for nothing.”
She went around the table searching her friends’ faces one at a time. Wordlessly, she made it clear that she expected a reply from everyone:
Rainbow stretched and acted like it was no big deal. “Yeah, I’m pretty horny right now. I guess I should probably go find a certain Wonderbolt.” Everypony knew that she and Soarin saw each other occasionally, and that sex was usually involved.
Fluttershy let out a tiny squeak, but eventually nodded her head a little.
Rarity sighed. “I suppose that it wouldn’t be too uncouth to admit that I would certainly like to have a gentleman caller, but who has the time for a relationship? I’m up to my horn in dress orders at the boutique.”
Twilight cleared her throat. “Oh, I mean, I’ve just been so busy lately what with this whole new princess thing.” It looked like she was checking off a list in her head. “Celestia has me doing stuff all over Equestria, and I still have to keep the library here in Ponyville tidy and organized. Who has time to look for a boyfriend?”
Applejack plopped her hat back on her head and snorted. “Well, shoot. Of course I could use a good bucking, but my brother and I have been working our tails off over the past few weeks planting new saplings. And, no , there Little Miss Nosy,” she had caught the look that Pinkie Pie was giving her, “Big Mac and I haven’t slept with each other in months.”
Applejack had shared that secret with her friends years ago. It was old news. Juicy, interesting, and sexy news, but nothing new. Like they say: If you can’t keep it in your sheath, keep it in the family .
“Oooh,” exclaimed Pinkie Pie, “I should come help you on the farm someday, A.J. You’ve often said that your brother lives up to his name in every way possible. I could sure use me some of that stallion right now.”
Pinkie Pie looked around the table at her friends. It was pretty clear that their interest was piqued.
“So,” teased Rainbow Dash, “Just how big is he? Ten inches? Twelve?”
Applejack grinned slyly and shook her head.
“Fourteen?” quietly inquired a lock of long, pink hair. Fluttershy had to brush her bangs aside to see the reply.
Applejack was still shaking her head, and the smile was now ear-to-ear.
“Sixteen?! ” said all five wide-eyed mares in unison.
“Eeyup,” confirmed Applejack in a deep Big Mac-like voice. She laughed to herself as she counted four sets of gaping jaws—Rarity was biting her hoof—and three pairs of flared wings.
The trash-collecting pony had made it to their table, and he gestured to the empty cups and plates, silently asking if he could clear them. Everypony else seemed lost in their thoughts, so Applejack nodded in approval. He quickly scooped the items into the bag, and gave the group an odd look as he departed. The six ponies hadn’t exchanged a single word in over a minute.
“Come to think of it,” exclaimed Applejack, rousing her friends out of their revelry, “Big Mac’s birthday is in two days. I should get him a present.”
“He could sure give me a big present,” said Pinkie Pie dreamily.
“Yeah, I’d love to unwrap his package,” added Rainbow Dash, rubbing her hooves together in anticipation.
Several ponies exchanged furtive glances, forming the same, unspoken plan. All eyes turned to Applejack. It took her a second.
“Whoa, there, Nellie,” said Applejack, holding up her front hooves. “You’re not all suggesting that my brother has sex with all five of you?” she tried her best to look incredulous. “Are you?”
“All six of us,” corrected Twilight, putting her hoof in the center of the table.
“At the same time?” ventured Rarity. It was meant to be a question, but ended up being quite the opposite.
“For his birthday,” nodded Fluttershy, who grabbed Rarity’s hoof with her own, and placed them in the middle, too.
“This is gonna be awesome !” added Rainbow Dash, her hoof making it four.
“Best. Present. Ever! ” shouted Pinkie Pie. Five.
Applejack sighed and looked at her friends with their hooves together, all waiting for her. She didn’t see any way to de-rail this runaway train, and there wasn’t any sense in getting run over when she could just as easily jump on board and enjoy the ride. Besides, she was certain that Big Mac would relish the opportunity to bang his sister, and all of her friends to boot. Six-on-one action? He’d fucking love it.
And, she had to admit, it had been way too long since she had felt her brother’s huge cock sliding in and out of her ass. It was about time to remedy that.
Besides, who could leave her horny friends hanging like they were?
“All righty,” conceded Applejack. “Y’all want a Big Mac gang bang? You got it. But don’t come crying to me when you can’t even canter straight. He’ll put a hitch in your giddy-up for two days.” She added her hoof to the group as a surprisingly loud cheer went up.
Most of the remaining ponies at the festival looked over at the raucous table, trying to locate the source of sudden exuberance. Not one to be upstaged, DJ-Pon3 scowled slightly, and nudged a few of her knobs higher.
Chapter 6: Brother and Sister
The full moon slowly made its way across the Equestrian sky, and its light filled the night with a soft warmth. It also happened to wake up Applejack, as it peeked through a window in the barn and fell across her eyes.
She rubbed them blearily and stretched. Ooh, she was going to be sore for a few days. That cock of Big Mac’s could certainly do a number on the old haunches. She got up with a grunt and went to find her hat. It wasn’t hard to locate, and she gave it a shake. At least it didn’t have too much spooge on it. She placed it on her head and grabbed her saddlebags. Then she went over to rouse her brother.
The stallion was snoring lightly and was sweetly surrounded by fillies. Fluttershy had even nestled in against his chest like a foal. It was an innocent scene, except for the fact that everypony was quite sweaty and covered in cum.
Applejack grabbed her brother by the shoulder and shook him. Big Mac stirred and blinked at his sister.
“You up for a late night dip?” she asked slyly, “I brought towels, and you’re kind of a mess.”
He yawned and looked over the debauchery. “Eeyup,” he chuckled. He was careful not to make too much noise as he climbed out of the pile of hay and slumbering fillies.
Together, they left the barn and silently made their way to the swimming hole. It was a trip they had made countless times before. They walked side-by-side and occasionally rubbed flanks or nuzzled each other’s neck. A quiet game of rear-swatting broke out and the thwack of tails on rumps or inner thighs would bring about quick, devious glances from one sibling to another.
Ever since they were little, Big Mac and Applejack had been as close as two foals could be. Of course they exhibited good-natured sibling rivalry, but there was simply never any kind of animosity between the two. Big Mac loved his little sister, Applejack adored her big brother, and there wasn’t anything that anypony could do to curtail their relationship in any way.
In fact, they had engaged in sexual activities as far back as they could both remember. One sibling would sneak into the other’s room at night, and they would play games of Be My Saltlick and Tickle Tail until someone had to pee. They had even experienced their first orgasms together—at the very swimming hole they were headed to—way before they got their cutie marks.
Applejack could still remember the summer night, all those years ago, that they had snuck out of the farmhouse to go swimming under the moonlight. They had forgotten to bring towels, and almost decided to cancel the swim, but she had talked her brother into going in anyway. As always, they splashed and dove and saw who could hold their breath the longest.
Big Mac let his little sister climb all over him in the water, and eventually they found themselves in a kind of embrace in which they were touching and kissing and rubbing. They moved to the shallow end where her brother could touch down easily, and let their hooves gently explore each other’s bodies. Applejack had taken hold of his growing cock and placed its shaft against her tiny, sensitive marehood as they bobbed up and down in the warm water.
She recalled how his hooves felt under her haunches and the delicious friction coming from their nether regions. They both knew that they were too young for actual intercourse, but they had played this “slip and slide” game before, and they usually stopped after a minute or two. On that night, however, there was no stopping.
The next few minutes were a blur of huffing and panting and squinted eyes and pained looks and gasps of surprise. But overall it was a wonderful thing. An amazing, eye-opening moment of love and passion shared by a brother and sister.
“Did you ever do that before, Maxie?” huffed Applejack.
They had pet names for each other, and they reserved them for the more reverent moments of sibling intimacy.
The young stallion shook his head.
“How about you, Jaxie?”
“Nnope,” she said in a deep voice, trying to sound like her brother.
“I’m glad my first time was with you,” whispered Big Mac into his little sister’s ear.
“Me too,” replied Applejack as she threw her hooves around her big brother’s neck.
