Carnal needs, they're in everyone. Stallions, mares, even hermaphrodites. They come at any given time, and you never know when until it comes. You could be lucky enough to get them when you're with that special somepony, or lucky enough to get them when you're with your cousin. This time came for Big Macintosh whilst he was on the way to help prepare for this year's Appaloosa. The need became stronger when he got a glimpse of Braeburn's plot, his perfectly round cheeks and succulent-looking balls showing for anyone to see. He tried not to think about it, but he was obviously losing. He asked for more physical work so he could try to get his mind, and eyes, off of his cousin, but everywhere he went, Braeburn passed by.

Braeburn has a way of knowing when he is being craved by another pony, he didn't pay attention to the occasional mare, for he only wanted stallions. It was in the air, but it seemed that only he could feel it. It came as soon as Big Macintosh arrived to help with Appaloosa. The sweet aroma of excitement and embarrassment filled the air, and it was the strongest when he was near Bid Mac. It seemed that his cousin came for another reason other than to help prepare for Appaloosa. It was invigorating, knowing that his own cousin may have came to have some long-needed relief. Braeburn decided to torture his cousin a bit, so he made sure to be around Big Mac wherever he went. He also made sure that his cousin had seen his well-maintained plot. He felt like a hussy, trotting around, making sure his cousin was sexually tormented, but he also loved the feeling of being craved.

After a long day of working and struggling to get his thoughts right, Big Mac decided to get a long, warm shower. While he was in the shower, Braeburn stepped into the restroom and popped his head in on the end that was farthest from the shower head, where he got a great look at Big Macintosh's soft plot and balls, dripping with water and soap. Big Mac looked back and noticed his cousin, who gave him a smile. They exchanged looks for a few moments, Big Mac had a shocked look, while Braeburn had a sly smile.

"Hey 'Mac, do yah need any help?" Braeburn asked with a wink.

"'B-'Brae! N-No, Ah'm fine, p-please go." Big Mac stuttered. His heart was racing, and his mind was scattered everywhere. Braeburn pulled his head out from the shower while still smiling, but Big Mac was lost for words. His cousin had just spied in him and the shower and had offered some "help", it's as if Braeburn could tell that 'Mac wants his sexy plot. He slowly calmed down from the moment that he had had in the shower and was ready for bed. He laid in bed under the covers until sometime around midnight before he had fallen asleep.

Author's Note

While writing this, I thought Appaloosa was an event.