Apple Slices
"Ah kin... tha's it mah big bro... harder... yeah... deeper..."
"Eeeyup... eeyup..."
Big Mac and Applejack were in the barn. Together. The weather had been mild lately, so very mild, and the days had been long and hot. Applejack had been working the fields all day, every day, her taut muscles moving beneath her sweaty hide like a well-oiled machine. The sun though, that treacherous bringer of life and warmth, had put her in a most difficult ways.
She'd been seeing her brother working those fields, following after his hind-quarters one field and leading in front of him the next as they ploughed and furrowed. He worked hard, did her big brother the stallion, hard and long. So... very, very hard. And so very long.
Nature had taken its course, fickle fiend of friendship. She'd found herself... presenting to her brother. Her brother! Her treacherous tail and flicked up and to the side with every stride across that arid landscape, netherquarters flashing pink in the sun; inviting, soft, available.
Her brother, for his part, had displayed himself most adequately. His large member hung low, swinging in time to his powerful hoof-beats as he led his sister in their ceaseless march across the acreage. His long, sturdy stallion cock was turgid with pride and the hot flush of blood, his heavy testicles, bursting with their seed, swaying in the wind. He was musky, was Big Macintosh, when he was working, and he was always working.
And right now, what he was working over was his sister.
It had started innocently enough, one cool evening. She'd been seeing to an errant bag of seeds, bending her head low, when a hairy, blunt snout had found its way to her netherlips. Rather than buck him away - though she had squealed and flicked him with her tail - she had let her brother explore her most secret places. His tongue, hot and rough, had been an unexpected but most welcome intruder. It probed and pushed, teasingly, easing its way into her crevices. She'd moaned, then, long and low, wickering with suppressed need and squirting her feminine juices onto his muzzle. He'd curled his top lip back, a most animalistic display of interest, and snorted.
The dance had begun, then. The dance as old as time, where she would trot a little ways and twirl, seeking to both deny him entrance and yet enticing playfully. He played his part eagerly, member stiff as an iron rod and swaying in the breeze. He nipped at her mane, undoing her pigtails as he ripped their rosettes from her long, flowing locks. He bit at her buttocks, teeth tugging and pulling, until she relented, until she submitted.
And submit she did, most wantonly. Her hind legs, those strong legs that could buck a building of its foundations, buckled under his assault as he mounted her, his forelegs grabbing powerful around her barrel.
His cock sought entrance to her wet palace of plenty, stabbing first fruitlessly in the air before plunging into her silken depths. She cried out, then, as they joined. She gasped as his thick member penetrated her defenses, and he called out similarly in a lusty bellow as she gripped his shaft with her inner muscles.
The day had been long, the sweat was honest, and the heat and passion had risen through those last few long needy weeks. The call of nature could not be denied, and their movement in perfect unison attested to it as Big Mac fucked his sister Applejack. They rutted, long and hard, slamming into each other with relentless abandon, her fluids mingling with his as they dripped down her legs and smeared on his underbelly. His musky scent mingled with her own unique fragrance as the dance continued, his teeth fastening on an ear or her mane, gripping and pulling in dominance as his mare, his sister, submitted to her master.
Big Mac groaned and moaned, thrusting powerfully into the hips of his little sister, his huge cock flaring as it prepared to unleash a torrent of powerful ponyseed deep into her verdant depths. Already the sweet nectar was flowing freely, his smell marking his mare as his own even as it lubricated the passage of his mighty shaft.
Another pair of eyes watched them, wide and innocent. Little Apple Bloom hid in the shadows. She'd been sent out by Granny Smith to see what was taking her brother and sister so long, but the ruckus had started just as she'd hid in the pickle barrels. At first she thought her brother was hurting her sister, what with how she was calling his name and everything, but... then she'd starting calling out yes so often that she hadda be happy with things.
Apple Bloom settled down to listen as her sister called out lustfully.
"Oh yes Big Mac! Plow me harder! Fuck me like you fucked me before... make another Apple Bloom, Mac, make another baby for me, fill me with mah brothers seed, Big Mac! Oh Celestia! Ride me! Rut me! Woah Nelly!"
They moved together, moved as one, grunting and moaning in need. Big Mac's strong hips thrust ever deeper, a whinny escaping his lips even as he tugged painfully on his sister's ear. Wetly, sloppily, he finally opened the floodgates and drenched her insides with his roiling cum, a tidal wave of equine juices that sprayed out to spatter upon the floor, followed by a second cumming as his flared cock slide loosely from her well-worked cuntlips, flaccid now as he rested upon his sister's broad back.
"Oh Applejack, yer th'best sister any-"
"Hush now, Big Mac, just rest atop me, big brother, ye done good."
Granny Smith had listened long and hard to little Apple Bloom's tale, and had nodded wisely. "Ah hear ya, Apple Bloom. Now you jes listen to ol' Granny Smith, here's what'n you gotta do, Sweetie. It's time you partook o' a special bit o' yer upbringin' what yer granny ain'tnt seen fit ta teach ya so far."
"You gonna teach me summat special, Granny?"
"Ah sure am, cutie-pie. You listen to Granny close now, y'hear?"
"Yes Granny!"
Apple Bloom danced for joy that night, she was going to get to take part in the funny dancing that her big brother and big sister had been doing every night for the last week!
Apple Bloom hid in the barn. She'd been told by Granny Smith to keep out of sight until everypony was ready. She didn't have to wait long, as her two siblings snuck in. They were filthy after their daily chores, but that didn't stop Big Mac from investigating beneath Applejack's tail. It made Apple Bloom feel funny down there and found an idle hoof reaching between her own tail. She didn't know what it was, but it was good.
Creeping forwards though, she positioned herself below the rutting pair. Applejack's eyes had been closed, and Big Mac's attention had been entirely elsewhere, but when the filly snuck between AJ's hind legs, the older mare couldn't help but notice.
"Apple Bloom! Jes what're you-"
"Not now Sis, 'm close... jes leave yer last foal t'investigate. She's jes curious, ain't that right?"
"Big Mac..."
Big Mac didn't stop, though he did look down at Apple Bloom and wink. He flagged his tail and widened his stance, showing off his huge, wet cock to the filly as it plunged into Applejack over and over. Apple Bloom had to be curious, real curious, because she eased herself back between their joint hindlegs, nose snuffling up towards the velvety entrance, AJ's slick juices trickling down into Bloom's face.
Entranced by the scent, Apple Bloom let her lithe young tongue snake out and taste her sister and brother both, though she kept on searching, nibbling and licking, until Big Mac felt his daughter-and-sister nuzzling at his pendulous orbs. He nickered, allowing little Bloom between his legs. She was more than curious, she was frisky.
The young foal was going to take part in something very special, she'd been told what to do by Granny Smith, and she was going to do it properly.
Big Mac thrust his hips, grinding against his sister Applejack. He nickered playfully as Apple Bloom played with his balls. The young filly was nibbling at them, grabbing his pendulous orbs in her teeth and moving them around. He jerked roughly, the incessant, rough and inexpert touch of his young daughter taking him over the edge.
Her dainty hooves were soft and pliable, she used them now instead, and it was spurring him onwards ever further into the heights of orgasmic pleasure.
That was when Apple Bloom brought the two bricks together.
Big Mac screamed, pulling out of his sister and rolling around on the floor.
"Did ah do it right, Granny?" Apple Bloom looked up as Granny plodded her knock-kneed way into the bar. The bricks were splashed with red and pink, and a good deal of crimson was spattering the ground.
"Dagnabbit, Ah said not t'miss child! Ye only clipped him!"
Big Mac rolled on the floor, writing and screaming in pain. Between his legs was a burning pain like a thousand suns exploding. He could feel it, he could feel how his damaged testicle throbbed and burned. He blundered blindly, crashing into the walls and knocking farming implements flying. He stumbled and fell, crying out as tears blinded him. A brief flash of sunlight and freedom pulled him onwards, out of the barn, but he found his legs entangled and he crashed to the ground, helpless as a foal.
In a surprising display of spryness, Granny Smith had trussed up the writhing red stallion with several loops of rope, before dropping a burlap sack over his head and eyes. Then she sat on his head to keep him still. Granny was closing on three hundred, but she was surprisingly strong.
"Granny? Wh-what in tarnation?" AJ was breathing heavily, the whole exchange had taken place in seeming seconds. Her tail was high, and she was leaking her brother's cum from her well-used plothole, and didn't know whether to cover it up or flee, so she just stood there.
"Dagnabbit! y'all know Ah tol' you I didn't want another Apple Bloom! S'time we dealt with this stallion the Apple Family Way."
"Whut?" Big Mac managed from inside the sack.
Granny Smith held down the red stallion as he started to fight, "Fetch the emasculator, Apple Bloom!"
"Yes Granny!"
"That left one's gonna have t'come off, so we'll stick with the emasculator and take both right out.."
"Yay!"
Her stainless steel equipment had been carefully but quickly boiled, using first aid techniques learned whilst out crusading for a veterinary cutie-mark. Apple Bloom moved the knife carefully and slowly in her jaws, working around her brothers twitching and hollering. She wasn't big enough to use anaesthetic, and besides, her brother was a stallion, at least until she was finished. He was male enough to take a little pain.
Slicing open the bottom of her brother's heavy, glistening scrotum, she cut off the excess from where her bricks had caused lesions and torn open the skin. Her brother's crotch would no longer harbor those beautiful seed-filled foalmakers, but she wasn't about to leave an ugly scar. She had wielded a carving knife most expertly from when she and the rest of the cutie-mark crusaders had been chefs for a day. The sharpened edge had sliced easily through her older brother's sack, to reveal his precious apples.
Granny had shown her how, then, to tease the the stallion's balls out of their almost placental white inner sack. The testicles and their spermatic cords with attached veins and arteries gleamed wetly in the soft light of the barn.
Big Mac groaned, finding it hard to breathe as he was restrained by rope and weight. His world was pain, and he feebly kicked his legs in an effort to stand or even move, but it was no use. Every touch of the knife was agony, and his plaintive cries to be let free were going unhindered. His body jerked tightly as flesh was carefully pared away for a cleaner, neater final result.
The emasculator was a shiny metal device that looked like an important pair of scissors with a ratchet on top. As Granny guided her, ignoring AJ's pleas for clemency, Apple Bloom closed the jaws around the now-exposed testicle and the thick ropey pink and white cords that bound it to Big Mac.
The device sealed the arteries and crushed the spermatic cords, and Apple Bloom watched with great interest as the once-great coltmaker grew cold and dark. After a few minutes, Granny let her push the jaws all the way closed. With an audible snick as she wielded the cutters, Big Mac's left testicle flopped onto the ground where it rolled in the dust and hay, coming to rest in a puddle of his own precum.
"Now fix t'other one, an' we'll have a geldin' ta welcome to the Apple Family."
"T'ain't fair, Granny Smith! Apple Bloom's a right good foal, and Big Mac's a good stallion! It's too soon fer this!"
"Aww hush, you go marry that nice young Caramel and make me a proper grandmother instead o' foolin' around with yer own brother!"
Big Mac was rolled over, despite his weak protestations. The huge half-stallion was weak with pain, and still had his head covered. He was muddled and unable to put up a fight, though he still whimpered and jerked as Apple Bloom freed the other foalmaker. Once more, the jaws of the emasculator closed upon his vas deferens. A few minutes later, and Apple Bloom found herself savouring the moment when she would take the stallionhood of her brother. Hefting the jaws of the cutters in her muzzle, she nosed his now-cold foalmaker fondly, and snipped.
It fell, loosely and wetly, rolling away freely, coming to rest next to the previous one.
"Did Ah do good, grandma?"
"Ye did swell, sweetie. Now close up an' we all go have some zap apple jam! Sewin's hard on an earthpony, Apple Bloom, so..."
"I kin do it! We were cutie-mark crusadin' and-"
Granny Smith shushed her with a wave of her aged hoof, "Yer a good one, Apple Bloom, y'all make a fine mare one day. Fetch the needle and thread like I tol' ya then."
Apple Bloom's needlework was neat and quick, and the severed scrotum was made whole in minutes. Whole, but dramatically smaller. No more would his pride and joy swing freely between his legs, inviting every mare for servicing, no. Now the once-great Big Mac was reduced to impotent gelding.
Big Mac felt the ropes around his ankles being untied, and he was let up. As the hood was removed, he felt strangely naked. His tail was held tight to his hind-quarters, like a mare's, and he couldn't meet the eyes of his sisters or Granny Smith.
"Big Mac, y'all git inside an' make us some tea. Go on, git!"
"Yes Granny," Big Mac found himself saying.
Apple Jack, shaking her tail out, still dripping, nuzzled her flanks to where new life was growing inside her. "Ah still say t'ain't fair, but Ah could get used to this. Ah'm gonna need some help from that gelding durin' mah time growin' a new sister or brother. Till then, we's gonna need a new stallion around the farm too. Caramel is a nice pony, and if I get fed up of him, well, we've got Apple Bloom." Applejack smiled down at the little filly, her eyes bright.
"What, sis? Why me?"
"Ain't ya seen it yet?"
***
"And that's how I got mah cutie-mark!" Apple Bloom happily showed it off to her friends in the playground, during recess at school.
"Apple Bloom?" asked a short, fat unicorn foal.
"Yeah Snips?"
"What's a bur-deedso clamp do?"
"Well," Apple Bloom checked out the foal. He would never be much of a stallion, "Ah guess Ah kin show ya..."
