Big Macintosh was an optimistic stallion. On one hoof, his dick was out of his mouth, and he was no longer trapped in his own room. But on the other, he trapped in the barn, each of his outstretched limbs tied to tent spikes in the ground by a thick rope. Applejack displayed an extraordinary amount of strength when she needed it, namely the transport of a mid autofellatio Big Mac, and exercised a further degree of might tying the lumbering mountain of a stallion down to each individual spike. He tried to yank his limbs free, but the ropes were too coarse and the spikes too deep to make any difference. Big Macintosh always knew his sister was good at pitching tents, and as he would soon come to realise, that would apply to her in more meanings than one.

“I hope I wasn’t too rough, big brother,” Applejack cooed lovingly to Big Macintosh, the underside of her hoof dragging along the gagged stallion’s chin, “You were strugglin’ mighty fierce, but you always loved to play fight when we was little.” She commented with an air of nostalgia. To Big Macintosh, her line of thinking was flimsy at best. The train of thought that would lead her to believe this was in anyway ‘ok’ was leagues out of Big Mac’s own.

As the younger sibling encircled him, her gaze noted every feature of the stocky-built stallion’s figure. She stopped her candor between his legs, licking her lips before gripping the bottom one in her teeth. Big Mac’s dick was undoubtedly the biggest she had ever seen. Even while flaccid it was far too big for its own sheath. The bulge would distend from the groin, and even then several inches of Big Mac’s member would hang free outside of the sheath’s confines. Despite being blinded by pure lust, she did recall his cock not being of such a calibre in the past, but such a thought only fell to the sidelines of her mind as her eyes remained locked with the stallionhood.

“Now you stay still and let me do all the work.” She said knowingly, giggling like a school filly into the back of her hoof, much to Big Mac’s chagrin.

She approached slowly like a predator approaching prey, Big Mac turning his hips in a futile attempt to aim his cock in any direction that wasn’t his sister’s sights, but like an apple to a Fruitbat, she was lured to her big brother’s dick. Applejack lowered herself to crawl, a playful grin that, at any other time, would have made Big Macintosh laugh or join in on the playful antics, but now the grin was more akin to the hungering snarl of a Timberwolf than a playful sibling. She stopped close enough that Big Mac could feel her exhaling breaths on his balls, the plump orbs tensed in reaction, prompting a chuckle from the orange mare. He didn’t want this. It wasn’t right. He squirmed and yanked but to no avail. There was no coming back from this, nothing could ever erase this memory, and what's more he knew it was all his fault.

His muffled yells of resistance did nothing to stop Applejack planting a tender kiss on his balls, as did his writhing to stop her from delivering a long-drawn out lick across his pair. Big Mac’s cheeks blazed red, his teeth gritting against the fabric gag. He wanted to stop the steady course of pleasure that was coming from his sister of all ponies, but he couldn’t deny the tender kisses and sloppy licks effect on him. The feeling of Applejack’s hoof brushing against his sheath caught him off guard, and he released a half moan into his gag, prompting a low chuckle from his sister.

“Come on Big Macintosh. How am I supposed to ride the bull when he’s still just a calf?” She coaxed, shuffling forward until her head was above his sheath.

Big Macintosh shook his head vigorously downward to his sister, yet the smile on her lips hadn’t wavered in the slightest. Both of her hooves delicately came to rest on adjacent sides of her brother’s sheath, circling at a torturously slow pace, clockwise and anti-clockwise. The slow motions were like a treadmill of constant pleasure to Big Mac, and try as he might, his cock slowly began to harden, inch by inch slithering out of his sheath.

“Finally getting warmed up, hey big brother?” She said with an underlining of pride, Big Mac sincerely wishing he could say ‘no’.

The stiffening rod already pulsated in eagerness despite not being fully out of the confines of Big Mac’s sheath, and the sight couldn’t have made Applejack’s cunt wetter. While one hoof went below to bring a brief relief to her hole, the other found itself moving from the sheath to Big Mac’s huge crimson cock. She landed it on the medial ring, grinning at its throbbing reply. Her tongue lolled from her lips as she planted the saliva-wetted mat right at the base of Big Mac’s cock, beginning to gently trail upwards along the half-hard shaft. She climbed up her brothers writhing form, all the while keeping her tongue attached to the meaty crimson shaft. Big Mac didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t idly by and let this continue to its climax, but by this point he realised the futility in acting.

However, in an action Big Mac found surprising. Applejack stopped right above his barrel, obviously reaching the end of his cock, and her tongue was absent from his shaft. She nuzzled into his neck, planting kisses up and down his neck in a show of affection, something which Big Mac admitted wasn’t unpleasant. She moved from his neck to his muzzle, their faces coming together as she planted a peck on his lips before stopping to stare longingly into her brother’s eyes. The exchange was a wordless and tender moment, Applejack dragging her hoof under his chin in slow and tidy drags, a small and subtle smile on her lips. Big Mac, for a moment at least, had never had a more intimate moment… Until she opened her maw wide and shot downward to consume his shaft. Big Macintosh put up less resistance, but was still highly displeased.

Unlike Big Macintosh, whose large mouth was more than accommodating for his cock, Applejack’s jaw could barely take in a couple inches past the flare. Her mane was blocking Big Mac’s sight in a color of dry hay, however her could hypothesise what the distinct wetness he was feeling at the base of his shaft was. Applejack, in an attempt to satiate herself temporarily, began to gyrate her moist wetness into the cock, applying pressure every couple of motions to stimulate her clit, causing her several muffled moans of ecstasy into her brother’s dick.

Applejack sucked his cock like a pacifier, delivering an attack of rapid licks every now and again, before resuming the agonisingly slow ones. Big Mac’s mind was ablaze with pleasure, and try as he might he couldn’t bring himself to ignore it. He could physically feel his balls churn with his seed, and his cock throbbed and twitched in a steady rhythm, every few instances the colossal thing managed to lift his sister up a few inches, much to her amusement. He didn’t know how much longer he’d last.

The cock left Applejack’s mouth with a ‘pop’, and she rested her cheek upon the saliva drenched tip, “You want more big brother, huh?” she spoke with a shaky breath, her position as dominator being called into question as her cunt continued to leak over her brother’s crotch. She rose up, and Big Mac could see her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths and a cocky grin not unlike the one he had seen Rainbow Dash wear, her mare hole’s lips spreading as she straddling his cock. “To take this thing for a ride it’s gonna need to get nice and wet.” She spoke in a tone not unlike Thalia, her voice erotic, placing emphasis on ‘big’ and ‘wet’. However the sight of his sister, and her accent, managed to make Big Mac see only his sister, for better or for worse he had yet to decide.

She slid her cunt forward and backwards, gyrating her hips into her brother’s fuckstick in lust fueled abandon. Her forehooves were pressed against Big Mac’s barrel to maintain her balance, but she also found herself staring into her brother’s eyes, whose were also looking back, albeit squinted being forcibly kept open despite the ecstasy he wished to ride out. Her clit would send a thundershock of pleasure throughout her every time it bumped over it, causing her to release a yelp of bliss, Big Macintosh groaning into his gag. She’s ride further in one direction, and sometimes further in the other, her folds leaking a constance source of pussy juices over the straddled cock. Big Macintosh tried still to resist, but his will crumbled like a demolished skyscraper. If the ecstasy wasn’t enough, the sight of his sister sent him over that edge. The way her mane hung over her shoulders, the emerald eyes looking at him in what he could only read as lust and love, it made him feel warm. They were both close to orgasm, and just as Big Macintosh felt his balls tense up, ready to unleash a torrent of his seed, Applejack stopped, panting and visibly tired.

“Oh, we ain’t done yet. Not even close.” Applejack stated with a grin. Big Macintosh didn’t know what his feelings were. Fear from his still rather vulnerable position, rebellion from the last ounce of him that didn’t want this, or perhaps most terrifying of all: his eagerness for this to continue.

She climbed off of his cock, and it throbbed and tensed for her touch, and by the sign of her still leaking cunt, it longed for the same too. However, as Applejack had planned in advance, her cunt’s wants would go unsatiated. She stood legs spread over Big Macintosh’s barrel, droplets of mare juice dripped on Mac’s fleshy rod from above. She lowered herself slowly onto the barrel, the flare prodding against her taint, meanwhile, Big Macintosh got a face full of Applejacks’s fur. Her forehooves wrapped around her brother, her hind hooves rooted into the ground.

Big Macintosh could feel his sister’s firm ass press against his thick sensitive shaft, the pressure applied was just enough for Big Mac to moan on contact, feeling his cock tense as she began to hotdog his cock. The fluids she left on his shaft were enough for her to slide up and down effortlessly, and he abandoned any suppression of moans, releasing them at every spike of pleasure her felt when her flanks alternated between sliding up and down. Applejack every so often would take a slow and shallow breath every time she slid up the shaft, as if to brace herself for something. She would slide up and gyrate her hips forward before sliding back down, lingering longer and longer at the tip of his cock. Big Macintosh was in bliss and he hated to admit it, but unbeknownst to him, this wouldn’t be the peak of the pleasure he’d experience from her ass.

He felt Applejack tense up and tighten her grip around him in a tight hug, the flare of his cock pressed against her plot hole, her hips gyrating toward the cock applying more and more pressure to her back entrance. She gritted her teeth when the flare penetrated her ass, briefly, pain surged through her. However, with a sigh, it turned to pleasure. The mere thought of her brother, whom she loved oh so dearly, being inside of her invigorated the lust in her loins once more. She began to swallow more of her brother’s fuck stick, one inch, then two. All the while the tight warmness drove Big Macintosh crazy, his cock throbbed inside of Applejack’s ass, and his balls churned with warm cum.

Applejack found it fickle, but it was worth every inch that quivered her form with ecstasy as she took it in, thrusting her hips up and down in order to take more and more of her brother’s crimson snake within her ass. She would occasionally go forward to allow an inch to be exposed, before pushing back down, taking in two more. Big Mac, almost to a primal point, wanted to unleash his seed into his sister, and he wanted it now. If the ropes were not too tight he would have thrust into her plot with abandon, but instead resorting to simply back and forth motions serving to increase his own pleasure.

Even in her lust induced ardor, she knew she couldn’t take all of her brother’s gargantuan cock, but she didn’t care. Being filled to the bring of stretching was wonderful. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth and she released her breaths shaky and slow, stopping every few moments just to comprehend how big her Big Mac’s cock was. She finally couldn’t take anymore a few inches above the medial ring, but she didn’t need to. Her head aligned with Big Macintosh’s, and she gave him a tender smile, something which of all the things he had experiences in the hour they had been together managed to put a pink blush on his cheeks. She leaned down and used her teeth to pull out the gag and spit to the side of his head, and before he could speak her locked her lips with his. Her tongue met resistance in the form of his lips, then his teeth, but slowly he allowed his mouth to open, and then the two were locked in a passionate kiss.

Every fiber of his being still knew this was wrong, but this raw lust, this feeling of genuine passion, it set something off within him he had never felt before. He reciprocated to the best of his abilities, his inexperienced tongue tried its best to mimic Applejack’s own, but her forceful delivery of her love couldn’t be matched by Big Mac.

Applejack, while still continuing the kiss, began to withdraw Big Mac’s cock from her ass. A few inches left, and Big Mac whimpered for the warm tightness of her hole, and before he could comprehend it she thrust her hips down, the duo releasing a moan into each other’s mouths. The pulsating rod inside of her ass made her feel good, and Big Mac liked that. His body tried its best to move with her thrusts, making his rod twitch in her ass on command, and her moans were a telltale sign of her enjoyment. Their kiss was on autopilot, and Applejack brought her hooves to her plot, spreading it, the stretching adding a quaint boost to her ecstasy, all the while she increased her clenches every time she ended a thrust to increase his. They worked in tandem, kissing, clenching, throbbing, all for each other.

Big Mac felt a familiar ache in his balls and his shaft, the orbs full of warm and sticky cum to be erupted from his profusely twitching shaft. By this point Applejack’s marehood had matted the fur of Big Mac in a trail and clenched around a cock that wasn’t there. Her orgasm was close. Applejack stopped the kiss just to stare into his eyes, both of breathless and tired. When his eyes close and his cock jerked like a freezing limb she planted a peck on his forehead, just as his cock erupted inside of her, the warm sticky fluid causing her body to fall limp and spasm onto Big Mac as orgasm shook throughout her.

The afterglow for both of them could be both described with a single word: Content. The flared cock remained in her ass, the cum still warm. She enjoyed her ear being pressed against Big Mac’s chest, so out of breath was he that he couldn’t speak a word, but a part of her enjoyed the silence, it was just so naturally him. Time had just seemed to stop for Big Macintosh. He couldn't tell if he felt regret, bliss, or hatred. Not at Applejack of course, he could never bring himself to think that, but toward himself. The damnable wishes of the damnable Harlemus got him into this damnable situation, and he hated himself for it. Maybe it’s because he could never bring himself to feel ill will toward other ponies, but each route and scenario in his mind always lead it to him being the main one at fault.

Applejack wanted to end this day by falling to sleep on her lover’s chest, but even she knew well enough that would simply be unacceptable. To use a word she had only heard Rarity say, the ‘scandal’ would be monumental. The afternoon sun had begun its descent, and she needed to do various tasks to ensure this act’s secrecy, but she could tell that life from now on would be very... different, to say the least. She reluctantly arose from her brother, wearing the only smile that lacked any warmth or joy, just a glimmer of sadness.

“Ok, Big Macintosh. I’ve got a few things to take care of…” She spoke mournfully, taking short strides toward the barn door, the dusk sun casting a few rays of light in the barn. “I’ll be back to fetch you soon. Don’t be going anywhere, you hear?” She said a tinge of humor, releasing a chortle before disappearing around the barn door. Big Macintosh watched her leave and despite the bindings, he was, for the moment at least, somewhat sound of mind… a moment. He had bent craned his neck forward to see her depart, but when it fell back to the floor he came eye to eye with a familiar maroon eyed stallion.

“Again I’m astonished, simply amazed. Of course, it was two pony act so you can’t harbor all the credit this time, but the movements were so lifelike and of the moment I briefly questioned if you had rehearsed before hoof, the choreography was divine…” He said absentmindedly, trailing around to Big Mac’s bound hind hooves, ending at one of the tied limbs. “But no way, no how, could such passion be eliminated, even on the stage. So Excelsior, my friend. Excelsior!” He congratulation, a wide smile on his face. Big Mac was seething, but he needed to keep a clear head.

“Hey, my wish!” He exclaimed, causing Herlamus to go wide eyed, yet the smile on his lips remained,

“Of course, my friend! Anything, anything!” He gushed, taking a mock bow.

“Stop all of this. Turn everything back to the way it was.” He demanded, a frail frown in his lips. He was reluctant, after the admittedly amazing experiences of the afternoon, but even he knew it had to be done. The stallion, with a nod, unfolded his wing, the solitary bit in his wing.

“Very well, Big Macintosh.” He complied almost immediately, dropping the bit from his wing, the ‘thunk’ of it hitting the barn floor sounded out loud. Herlamus looked around with his bottom lip curled in a questioning expression, his eyes looked around in confusion. Big Mac knew he was up to something. “Huh, it mustn't have worked. I don’t feel anything has changed, even a teensy bit.” He shrugged, wearing a false face of concern, something that was painfully obvious to Big Macintosh,

Herlamus began to trot around the barn, eyes darting around like a startled deer, his nose sniffing the floor like a hound. He snorted his way around the barn from one end to the other, the display he found amusing, Big Mac did not. He finally ended the charade at where he dropped the bit, tip-toeing around it.

“A-ha! That’s it! I’m a bloody genius!” He announced causing to Big Mac rolled his eyes. “Fountain, the fountain! It granted your wish, not I, oh no, no, no. That would be impossible of course.” He said cooly, although unmistakably, even to the least perceptive, he was lying.

“How did ya disappear from mah room then?” Big Mac questioned, his expression deadpan.

“I’m nimble.” He stated simply, scooping to pick up the bit in his wing. “It seems like you need to have your wish granted by the fountain, or so I think. I reckon all your problems will be solved there. But imagine the amount of trouble it’d take getting there. If your own sister went nuts at the sight of ya, imagine the entire town! It’d be a bloodbath!” While the delivery was humored, Big Macintosh heard a threat. Dozens of stallions and mares fighting just to take Big Mac as their own. He needed to get out of the barn and hide, come up with a plan later, but for now, he needed to make sure he was far away from his family.

“Hey, uh… think y’all could you untie me?” He asked Herlamus, tugging at his bindings.

Herlamus breathed in through bared teeth, “While ordinarily, I would be extremely happy to help. I can’t remain here much longer I’m afraid.” He said with gloom, a hoof tracing down the side of Big Mac’s leg. “On the bright side, you’ll be getting some company pretty soon.” He finished in a sing-song voice, and before Big Macintosh could voice his displeasure, he blinked, and yet again he was gone.

“Gosh darnit!” He exclaimed in frustration, tugging harshly at his bindings. He didn’t know how this situation could get any worse.

“Hello! Is anyone in here?” A familiar stallion’s voice rang out from just outside the barn, a voice Big Macintosh recognized non-other than the voice of his friend, Caramel.

“Hayseed.” He cursed in a monotone voice, falling haggard. He was having a rough day.

Author's Note

I wish sincerely to apologise if this chapter's quality is sub-par compared to the last. I realised very quickly I wasn't focusing on raw sex and eroticism than the last one, but I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and be prepared for the following one to come at a later time. Thank you.