Big macintosh was staring at the wall in front of him with the various picture of a filly. How much time passed already? The last few years were a blur in the life of the stallion, but the year before the dreadful event that lead to his current situation was still clear in his mind. At some point, he tried to convince himself that it was a bad memory but in the end, he know he just did the right thing. He could not explain why, but it would probably do it again. Some ponies said he was a bad pony for what he did. It never felt that way, some logical part of his brain understood their concerns but even after all this years he could not still find that disgusting. What troubled him the most was finding the moment it all really started.
At first, it was fairly innocent, she came in his bed after a nightmare. It did not happen for a long time, but it was not a first time she came to find comfort in one of her older siblings after a bad dream. She nested herself near his own chest and it felt great, he had a nice night of sleep after that. She came other nights, and every time he let her stay with him. One day he asked her why she came, Big Mac was not a smart stallion, but you don’t have nightmares that often. It was probably at this point he should have been more careful, but she just said:
“It feels good being in ya arms” the big stallion had no reply because, yes she was right.
Maybe it started the day she went to him when he was having a nap after working for the afternoon. He was sleeping under his favorite tree. He wake up with her resting on his chest, another pony would probably have chased her, but he just said to her “How was school?”, and she started telling her day of school.
They did that nearly everyday for two week. Him resting on his back under the shade of a tree, with her telling her school day. But one day she was different she was nervous and said “A colt tried to kiss me” Big mac was not surprised, when he was a colt himself he had this kind of thought for the fillies in school. He knew some stupid colts could try to be a bit forceful a bit. He just chuckled at her, and she replied “Yeah, stupid colts”
Maybe he should not have replied “Colt like cute filly like ya” At the time he had just said that because he remembered his other sister went to fight with colts. She did not find herself beautiful and did not understand why some colts were interested in her. He was a bit sad her sister, Applejack, did not still have a coltfriend, but it wasn’t like he wanted Apple Bloom to have a one. He just didn’t want her to ignore this aspect of life.
The conversation did not go any further this day, but the next day she said to him. “Ya know what I tell him?”
He had replied “Enop”. She surprised him with a kiss before emitting a small giggle, it was just a small perk on the lip, nothing really intense. Both of them went through differents shade of red and she run away saying she had to do her homework.
The day after he wanted to confront her, but he wakes up again after his nap with her still on his chest. She looked at him and she kissed him again, and he said nothing, but she did not run away, she keep telling him his day and she kissed him before going away.
That went for some days, even if he was not tired, he was waiting for her. Maybe it was because he knew nobody would come at this part of the farm, not even his sister. It escalated slowly, her kisses were less hesitant. He started cuddle her, muzzle her, he even kiss her, but mostly she was sharing stories about school.
Maybe is started later, when the kisses were more passionate, less innocent when he sometime just enjoyed smelling her fur. She had a faint familiar smell of the farm strong enough to appease him, but not strong that he could imagine found on his other sister.
This day she had told him “I think I love you”, they never said this, maybe in the hope it was just a weird way for siblings to show their affection. He did not reply, he still don’t know why, maybe part of him knew it was wrong. But still this moment felt so right, he was waiting for this. Just the two of them under a tree, feeling her warm on his chest, sharing occasional kisses. It was like this for weeks, they acted as siblings most of the time, but when they were alone, it was more in their eyes.
On second thought, it was probably obvious what will come next. Maybe she noticed his own excitement, maybe she had chosen to ignore it, was not aware of it or he was good at avoiding getting too excited. This day after a very passionate kiss session, she had asked “Can I see it?” He maybe should have say no, but he just nodded, he was nervous, he was past twenty and she was barely thirteen.
They did nothing too wrong at this point, she just looked while giggling and blushing a lot. The next day, she started playing with it, his mind telling it had gone too far. But his body was reacting as her nervous touch. It went like that for some weeks. It was not everyday but sometime he was watching her little sister bringing him to climax with her hooves or her tongue after the same ritual of counting her school day. When she was not with him, he felt it was not a good thing, that they should wait when she would be older. He was already happy with just her warmth and the kisses, but it never felt wrong when she was here.
Or maybe it started when she asked him “Do you love me?” after treating him. He had replied “Eyep” without hesitation after kissing her. It was this day he brought his litter sister to her own probably needed climax.
He had accepted she was not his sister anymore, she was more for him and he wanted to show her. The kisses became more passionate, sometime with more lust anticipating the next thing without fear or worry. Everything was more intense now that they had shared openly their feeling. They also became more audacious, like sharing long kiss in the house when the rest of the family was not looking, or helping her with her homework while taking some pause to enjoy each other mouth or teasing each other.
This time it took some month before reaching another step, they still mainly meet as lovers at the same spot or in a barn when the weather was not good. Some days were like the first one with nothing more than kisses or cuddle. Some other days they were exploring each other body. But one day both Applejack and Granny Smith were away for few days. It was like a dream, they were having three days where they could enjoy the house like a real couple, calling themselves nicknames; he was Macie and she was Bloomy, not really original, but they were simple ponies.
The second day they were having a romantic dinner, not something really fancy to eat, but the flowers, the candles and a bit of music make that clear it was a not a casual meal. She was telling how she managed to bought some sexy clothing on a school’s trip to Canterlot. She probably did that to feel more adult.
Big Mac was surprised that there were such thing for fillies but in the end when they were in his bedroom she had come with something that it was more to play grow up that the real deal he had seen on specialised catalog. The fabric was nice at touch, but it was still rather plain comparing to more exuberant thing. For some reason that did the trick for him and maybe because of this when she had looked him the eyes and stated “I...want it” He agreed to her request with a simple nod.
Until now it was maybe a hidden agreement between them, foreplay were kind of fine. If they were caught or wanted to stop, there was nearly no consequence in their eyes, and maybe they were both aware that a full grown stallion was maybe too much for a filly that was barely a young mare. But this night he let his sister give him her virginity like it was the most normal thing. Maybe it was this night, or the next morning when he wake up with her Bloomy in his forearm, trace of their previous activity on their fur, the panty and the socks scattered across the bed and the floor. He had just felt like it was the most normal thing, no trace of regret in his mind.
Yes, maybe it was this morning when she was her Bloomy, his love, his mare.
After that it was not very clear for Big Mac, they started doing more thing together, like going to a movie or visiting other towns where they exposed themselves walking side by side holding hooves. He bought himself more sexy lingerie for her, probably designed for petite unicorn mare and she had taken the habit to wear then after Applejack had fallen asleep to join him in his bed, the message was clear, she wanted him and well, he wanted her.
Eventually she felt pregnant, she was beaming with joy when she announced him the news, and he found himself smiling and crying of joy while holding her in his forearms.
But everything went wrong when it became hard to hide her pregnancy. Applejack went furax, not at Big Macintosh. Apple Bloom had managed to make her sister believe she had been with some colt and she had been too curious. It was hard to tell when Applejack connected the dot, maybe because he had insisted to go at the hospital with Apple Bloom for every check up. Or when Applejack finished to get the truth from every colts in town: that none had touched her precious baby sister.
He had thought his sister will just be mad at him, chase him out the farm maybe. He did not expect being arrested by the local guards for foal abuse. Big Macintosh was not a smart stallion but at his trial he had just agree when presented the charges. He knew it was a lost cause to try to persuade the other that they were in love, it was also to protect her. When they escort him to the train that brought him in a jail far away from Ponyville he cried. He still loved his little sister, his Bloomy and had grown fond of the idea of being a father but he knew he will not be here to see his cute little foal come to the world and make his first time in the world. Even if Apple Bloom came to hate him for everything, he wanted to be here for the foal.
But he was smiling as he was removing the pictures from the wall, each of them shown Apple Bloom growing from a pregnant filly into a young mare with a small colt at her side. She was not allowed to visit him but she was sending him letters and pictures of important part of her life and their little colt. One of the first pictures was her still pregnant next to wooden crib she had built for the colt holding a hammer in her mouth and presenting her flank that was not blank anymore. Apparently she was good a building stuff with wood. The last picture was of her with their colt at her side holding together a sign “We are waiting for you daddy”.
Or maybe his dream would start now: he was going out of jail today. His Bloomy would be there, his little colt at her side. She was now seventeen, no laws could prevent them to love each other, maybe the regard of the other ponies will not be easy to bear and he did not even care about his former family -Apple Bloom had left them when they send him to jail- but he has now his own family and that was enough to make him smile.
