Epilogue: Celestia and Applejack***

It was a crisp fall afternoon, with the trees showcasing their fall colors, Amidst all the splendor, the Wincest Warriors Ruckus was in full swing. The squelching sounds of an incestual orgy emanated from within a secluded spot of Sweet Apple Acres.

Surrounded by orchards, the Apple family had set up tables and chairs for the event. A big banner hung over the festivities that said, "Welcome Wincest Warriors!"

In addition to the various orgies scattered throughout the clearing, there were also several games and contests taking place.

Some ponies were bobbing for apples, though not in the traditional sense. The Wincest Warriors version of the game involved cousin Braeburn laying on the ground with a wooden tub placed over his groin. There was a rubber-sealed hole in the bottom of the tub through which Braeburn inserted his erect stallionhood. Warm water was poured into the tub until it was filled.

Several Apple family cousins were waiting in line to try the game. One by one, the mares would attempt to get Braeburn to cum by giving him an underwater blowjob. Submerging their heads in the wooden tub, the mares would bob their heads up and down on his dick until they had to come up for air. The goal was to make Braeburn expel his apple seed in one breath.

Apple Fritter was next in line to try. She had a yellow coat and a green mane, which was tied up in pigtails with red bows. She approached the wooden tub with an eager expression. She could see the tip of Braeburn's horse pole just below the water's surface.

"I hope you're ready cousin," Apple Fritter said, "cause I can't wait to sample your tasty salt water taffy!"

"Good luck," Braeburn said, "I've been storing it up for a while now."

Taking a deep breath, Apple Fritter plunged her head into the tub. Water splashed over the sides and onto Braeburn's cowboy vest as the mare's bobbing motions sent ripples throughout the tub. Apple Fritter was blowing bubbles out her nose while simultaneously blowing a cock in her mouth. Braeburn tried to resist the urge to cum as the mare's caressing tongue brought him closer to his climax.

Before long, Apple Fritter ran out of breath and had to come up for air. She was drooling Braeburn's precum from her mouth as she gasped and sputtered.

"I was so close," she said, breathlessly.

"Better luck next time, darling," Braeburn said encouragingly, "You almost had me there." Slightly disappointed, Apple Fritter wandered off to look for a towel. After she had gone, another mare took her place.

It was cousin Apple Cobbler, who had a coat the color of sweet potatoes and a sandy-blonde mane. Taking a deep breath, she wasted no time sticking her head into the tub. Once the cock head was in her mouth, she lowered her face until her whole head was submerged in the tub. Suppressing her gag reflex, she managed to take Braeburn's entire shaft in one quick motion.

Using long, meticulous strokes, Apple Cobbler was determined to make her cousin cum before she ran out of air. Braeburn groaned as his cock head repeatedly rubbed against the back of her throat. Hearing him moan caused a crowd to gather, as they knew he wouldn't hold out much longer. The stallion felt a familiar tingling sensation as his sperm traveled quickly up his shaft.

I'm cumming!" Braeburn shouted. Apple Cobbler pulled her head out of the bucket, while still struggling to breathe. Her wet, open, panting mouth was soon filled, as Braeburn shot viscous cords of sticky, white semen all over her face.

Watching Braeburn ejaculate underwater was a unique experience. His semen shot up out of the water, like a trained dolphin, before landing with a splat on Apple Cobbler's face. She swallowed what landed in her mouth and opened it again, encouraging her cousin to fill her up with more of his apple seed.

Once Braeburn's sporadic spurting had ceased, his cousin stood there dripping semen from her mane and nose.

"Now that's what I call Apple Cobbler served a la me!" Braeburn said, proudly.

While that was taking place, in another corner of the clearing, the Sister Pie-Eating Contest was underway.

Granny Smith and Uncle Apple Strudel presided over the event as the official judges. Shirking her duties, Granny Smith had removed her dentures and was currently under the table, gumming Apple Strudel's flaccid cock. She sucked on his sagging balls before running her tongue along the underside of his limp prick.

Apple Strudel tried to focus on the contest instead of his blow job. With his co-judge fellating him, the withered stallion knew that the responsibility to choose a winner rested on him, and him alone.

The contest was held atop a long table, with dozens of mares laying on their backs with their legs splayed. Each contestant had a sibling between their legs who was trying to make their sister cum by lapping furiously at her clit. Participants were prohibited from using their hooves; only their tongues were allowed.

Applejack was out of breath as sweat streaked down her orange face, which had turned crimson from her intense arousal.

"Huh... huh," Applejack panted, "Deeper, Big Mac, deeper! I'm almost there!" The red stallion had his snout buried in her nethers as he greedily ate her out.

"Eeyup," Big Mac said, as he took a second to come up for air. His lips were dripping with his sister's apple juice-scented mare lube. Lunging forward, Big Mac flicked her clit with his tongue and sucked on it like a teat.

"Ohhh," Applejack moaned as her eyes rolled aimlessly in her head, "Plow me harder, big brother!"

Next to Applejack, at the far left side of the table, was Princess Celestia. In addition to her tiara, which was now slightly askew, she proudly wore her red neckerchief emblazoned with the golden "W squared" logo. Luna was going to town on her sister's mound, as she ran her long tongue along Celestia's labia.

While normally very neat, both sisters' manes had become disheveled from the intensity of the cunnilingus. Feeling emboldened, Luna pulled out of the sopping wet snatch and stuck her tongue into Celestia's asshole.

"Oh, Lulu," Celestia moaned in ecstasy, "You can't diddle my royal rump. That's cheating."

"Nonsense, sister," Luna said, momentarily taking her mouth off her sister's butt, "The rules state that we must make thee cum using only our tongue and that is what we intend to do."

Sticking her tongue back in, Luna proceeded to give her sister a first class royal rimjob.

"Oh, Pip is right," Celestia said to Luna, "You are the world's best backside gobbler."

The Princess of the Sun shuddered as Luna ran her tongue in ever-wider circles, teasing Celestia's sensitive sphincter with her multifarious ministrations.

After sticking her tongue in deep, Luna pulled out and slowly moved her tongue over the stretch of skin between her sister's vagina and anus, more commonly known as the taint. She continued north in one long, unbroken motion, brushing against Celestia's pussy lips. Celestia cooed in pleasure.

Luna stopped when her tongue came to her sister's protruding clit.

Celestia suddenly found her vagina being penetrated by Luna's tongue, as she ran it up and down her sister's tender folds. Luna had spent all of last winter licking eight-foot-tall candy canes in preparation for today. It was about more than mastering new licking routines; Luna wanted to stretch the length of her tongue further than anyone. Getting stuck to multiple poles had hurt at the time, but now it was all going to pay off. Thanks to her efforts, Luna now had a limber tongue that could stretch as far as two inches. Once she was inside Celestia's moist entrance, Luna extended her tongue as far as it would go.

Like a giraffe searching for tender Acacia leaves, Luna probed the depths of her sister's mound. Curling her elongated tongue upwards, Luna touched a place no tongue had ever been able to reach before; a mare's g-spot.

Celestia's g-spot was nestled about an inch inside the upper walls of her vulva. Luna could tell she had reached Celestia's special spot, because it felt different from the rest of the vagina. For one thing, the g-spot had a spongy, ridged texture. As she tickled it with the tip of her tongue, Luna thought that the sensation was remarkably similar to rubbing your tongue against the roof of your mouth where your teeth and gums meet.

Luna's touch simultaneously stimulated hundreds of thousands of nerve endings within her sister's body. Celestia's reaction was instantaneous.

"Oh! Oh, Lulu!" Celestia cried as she arched her back from the intense sensation, "Don't stop! Don't stop!" Celestia instinctively thrust her pelvis forward, trying to drive her sister deeper inside. Luna continued to rub her tongue along Celestia's g-spot. Luna's lips locked with her sister's lower lips as the cunnilingus reached a fever pitch. Each stroke was bringing the Princess of the Sun closer to the most explosively-delicious orgasm of her life.

"I think I had too much cider," Celestia said, blushing, "I feel like I need to use the little alicorn's room." What Celestia felt wasn't urine, but a build up of prostatic fluid. It had the same consistency as a stallion's semen, except without the sperm.

"Oh me! Oh me, yes!" the Sun Goddess screamed, taking her own name in vain, "I'm cumming!" Celestia's entire body went into convulsions as she squirted a thick spray of prostatic fluid out of her urethra and onto Luna's face.

Luna was shocked by the sheer volume of fluid produced by her sister's orgasm.

"Cum!" Luna said startled, before Celestia squirted more fluid down her sister's open mouth.

"The cum has been doubled!" Luna said excitedly, turning to the judges, "How many points do we receive?

Luna looked eagerly over at the judges table. Her face was still glistening from the copious amounts of her sister's juices, which stuck stubbornly to her coat and mane.

Granny Smith was still under the table, while Uncle Apple Strudel was slumped over on the table, not moving a muscle. For a second, Luna was afraid he was dead.

In actuality, it was just his nap time. Granny Smith still poked and prodded the slumbering stallion's limp dick with her hooves.

"Is this thing on?" She said in a cantankerous tone, "I don't think this thing is on." In spite of the ancient pony's best efforts, Apple Strudel was just too old to get a stiffy.

Applejack and Big Mac finished next, with the red stallion getting a face full of his sister's warm apple sauce.

"Ah horse apples!" Applejack said, breathlessly, "They beat us! What do you say, big brother? Wanna' try for best two-out-of-three?"

"Eeyup," Big Mac said.

"You're on," Celestia said, confidently, "Right, Lulu?"

"Right, big sis," Luna said.

It truly was the best Wincest Warrior Ruckus the Apple family had ever seen.