Chapter 1: Three bits, three wishes
Author's Note
Here we go then
Chapter 1: Three bits, three wishes
Whilst during the day the streets and roads of Ponyville would be bustling with dozens of mares and stallions going about their day. The night; however, was very much a different place. Desolate and empty, with only the street lamps exuding warmth that ordinarily would be radiated by the citizens, one would find it an easy feat to mistake this place for somewhere else within Equestria’s vast borders. However; on this particular night, the streets weren’t lacking ponies as one would expect. Instead, there were two; and both would meet under circumstances simple enough that one would be surprised with their outcome.
The most ordinary of the two was one of the resident apple farmers, one of a quadrio actually, but discernible by his large lumbering red frame and ginger mane - Big Macintosh, brother of both Applebloom and Applejack, grandson of Granny Smith. He was… complex, to say the least. Nary a word spoken to his kin, and more so concerning strangers, little was known about the Apple family’s resident stallion. Although a characteristic assigned to him due to his silent but helpful nature was a friendly giant, and despite his quiet manner, he was very approachable, but often more so by many of the towns bachelorettes. While indisputable he was giant in frame, many assumed he was giant in more intimate places. To specify, his throbbing horsecock. As one could imagine, he became the object of many mare’s lusts.
Unfortunately for the mares Big Mac was not only the color of the apples he towed to the stand every morning, but the color of brick. Many of their subtle advances bounced off of him like a rubber ball, and when the more forward approach was applied, he typically froze or simply ran away. Now, Big Mac found the unfortunate upon him, as his spurning of the mares only spurred them harder to get the stallion into bed with them. They collectively tried different tactics to capture their prize. Some tried gifts, others tried gradual seduction. They had backed off when he became Cheerilee's prize but descended upon him like vultures once more than that after the relationship had fizzled out - Rumor had it they never had gotten into bed with one another, and it only made them try harder. Not only were they after his cock, they were after the bragging rights of taming the giant known as ‘Macintosh’.
On this very night, a mare had thought she had come close. Her tactics worked, but thought what most would see to be under-hooved, dare they say: cruel? The mare had studied Cherilee inside and out, learning her mannerisms, characteristics, and attributes. She was sweet, kind, well spoken, all very easy to act. First she’d befriend him, and then she’d bed him, as the saying goes. It took many days of meticulous planning, a cliche meeting (‘Oops, I accidently bumped into you, let me help you pick up your things’) and she was off. Through manipulation, Big Mac found he could trust her, and like Cheerilee in private, spoke full length conversations with her. She nodded with a fake smile, and after half a month of carousing and laughter, Big Mac was finally lured into her home… however not her bed.
She brought out her heavy artillery: Wine. Nothing could crack the mortar of the brick wall that was Big Mac’s chasteness. First it was one glass, then it was four, and by the late evening, Big Mac was completely plastered. Words slurred, steps swayed, and, hopefully for the mare; legs opened. She found Big Mac chuckling to himself on her couch, hunched over himself sitting like that peculiar mint green mare in village park. She flashed a promiscuous smile, congratulating herself on how successful she had been; although, unknown to her, it was premature.
“Oh Big Mac…” She cooed, placing emphasis on ‘big’.
“Yeah, Miss. Thalia.” He hiccuped, throwing his sights to the onyx colored mare who resided by the living room's doorway. Through his blurry vision, he could hardly discern her from the darkness, causing him to lean forward slightly with squinted eyes.
“Would you mind following me upstairs~” The words left her mouth like velvet, finishing her sentence by turning around, plot aimed directly into the Big Mcintosh occupied living room. Now that Big Macintosh thought about it, he was extremely tired, and as equally drunk.
“No need, Miss… I can sleep on this here couch as easily a bed.” Even with a mind submerged entirely in the dulling mist that was alcohol, Big Mac managed to form a complete, albeit slurred, sentence. Thalia rolled her eyes. If she didn’t try something now she’d lose him.
“Not what I had in mind.” She said with said with every ounce of eroticism she could summon, looking over her shoulder with a pout and her hind legs inching apart, her coal colored tail raising up slowly in time with the spreading of her legs. It took a second to trigger in the drunk stallion’s mind, but when the seam of a tight looking mare cunt flashed in his head, he found himself able to do one thing.
“Nope, nope, nope, nope…” He trailed off, his hooves covering his eyes as his cheeks, already flushed pink from the alcohol, became even brighter contrasting with his red coat. Thalia was fuming, her face warping from black to bright red and her expression turning from a pout into a snarl, both rage, and embarrassment flooded into her mind. She stomped with the anger of a raging bull, her hoof raised to smack the hooves of the prudish stallion.
“What do I have to do to get you to fuck me, huh?” She said through clenched teeth, Big Mac’s brows furrowed into a pained expression. “I imitated every behavior of that teacher bitch, don’t get me started on how annoying it was to giggle at every unfunny utterance out of your big mouth. I complimented you, made you feel good, played nice. Even now, after I filled with enough wine to get a fully grown dragon wasted, all you can say is ‘Nope’! What do I have to do!?”
“I…” Big Mac began, his words slowed by his drowsy mind.
“What!?” Thalia interrupted, her face moved inches away from Big Mac, her eyes bloodshot.
“I... thought you liked me.” Big Mac sounded subdued, and Thalia could see the beginning of tears ebbing in the corners of his eyes.
She scoffed, backing away. “Like you? You’re an idiot. A big, fat, red idiot. No stallion, and I repeat, no stallion has rejected me, Big Macintosh. You’re an oaf; slow speaking, and slow thinking, huh?” She said, her words filled with venom.
“Ah thought-”
“‘I thought, I thought, I thought’, is that all you’re capable of saying?” She interrupted with a snarl. “After tonight I’m going to say you did sleep with me, but what's more, I’m gonna make sure no mare comes within an inch of you again. Does ‘Big Microtosh’ have a nice ring to it? How about I tell everyone you’re a colt cuddler too, just to throw salt on the wound. Word travels fast Big Mac.”
“Why?” He exclaimed, plodding onto his hooves from the couch.
“To make you suffer.” She said with a malicious grin. “To make you second guess every inaction you make from here on out. I will make them hate you. Then mares will tell their one night stands, and stallions tell their work mates, and before you know it you’ll have your sisters staring at you cock-eyed… Now get out of my house.” She spat, leaving the red stallion be. So, Big Macintosh, without another word, left the house of Thalia.
Big Macintosh found himself walking home alone, a heavy sway to his steps, and the telltale sign of tears on his flushed face. He wanted to leave this night behind him forever, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to. The sound of his hoofsteps echoed throughout the pony-less village like a tolling bell, whenever you were it could be heard. Soon after getting a good distance from Thalia’s home, Big Macintosh found himself in the town center near the ornate stone fountain. He had a sudden urge to go to it and so he did, swaying with heavy steps all the way.
At the fountain he looked over its rim into the clear waters, the bottom shiny with many bits that many hopeful ponies toss in for a wish. Big Macintosh recalled Applebloom pouring nearly a full day's profits into the fountain behind Applejack’s back, which caused many a pony to scowl her away from pulling out the bits with her hat. Needless to say, Apple Bloom went many months without an allowance.
He looked at his reflection; from his baggy eyes to his cracked lips, it only made him feel ashamed of himself. He should have known, but she was right: He wasn’t smart. Big Macintosh could feel his tears begin to form again, but he kept them held in, his only act of spite this night is he wouldn’t cry anymore about her. When his thoughts went to crying, he couldn’t help but think about water, it then occurred to him he was incredibly thirsty; a thirst as if he had consumed several salt licks without so much a glass of water. Without a second thought, he plunged his head into the fountain and drank heartily. Other than the underlying taste of copper and gold, it was the most refreshing thing he had ever drank… that was until a new taste entered his mouth, the taste of… mangoes? Big Macintosh emerged his head from the water and suddenly came eye to eye with another stallion, standing right in the fountain’s waters with a toothy grin on his lime coloured fur.
“How do you do?” The lime stallion asked, his voice lined with a peculiar accent, and his maroon coloured eyes flashed with a genuine warmness. Big Macintosh found himself taken aback.
“Uh…” Sounded from the back of Big Mac’s throat, prompting a small chortle from the lime stallion.
“Stallion of few words I take it. I understand, I understand completely. Some ponies don’t appreciate it, but it adds a layer of complexity. Myself however I find it hard to remain quiet. The silence is pointless. To me anyway.” The stallion spoke like a Gatling gun, sentence after sentence, not stopping for even a second. Even while exiting the fountain, the water rinsing down his fur, his wings shaking off a few droplets, he talked. “As for me, my new friend, I’m doing hunky-dory. While a couple years back I found myself the bastard love child of a particular God of chaos, it surprisingly hasn’t dampened my mood. I do find it weird I’ve only had three birthdays…” He finished by pursing his lips and sitting on the fountain side, his hind hooves submerged in water. Big Mac had a raised brow, comprehending him a word a minute.
“I’m Big Macintosh.” He slurred out, prompting a giggle from the lime stallion.
“Wonderful, wonderful.” He yanked one of Mac’s hooves into both of his own, shaking it vigorously. “You can call me Hurly-Burly, or Bedlam, or Ruckus. I haven’t decided yet.” He finished dropping Big Mac’s hoof and imitating scales as if to weigh each name’s invisible and unknown value.
“Herlamus?” Big Mac couldn’t quite make out the fast speaking stallion all that well, his words slurring his response, although the other couldn’t have been any happier.
“That… that is utter brilliance. I can’t tell if you’re a genius or insane, perhaps the right combination of both, my good sir!” The newly dubbed Herlamus gushed, shuffling to his side as he wrapped a hoof around Big Mac’s head, bringing to his ribs. “I don’t think I’ve heard a more perfect name. It’s smart, dashing, and most of all: original. I think I could kiss you, you mad-stallion!” He stated, and so he did. Big Mac suddenly found himself hoisted up, Herlamus displaying a surprising amount of strength despite being nearly a quarter of the size smaller than Big Mac.
Big Mac’s eyes opened wide in surprise as the other stallion’s lips pressed against his own, and fell into shock when it didn’t end there. He felt his lips pry open as Herlamus’ tongue dug into his own mouth, writhing around like a spasming worm. He’d never kissed a stallion before, nevermind being kissed like this. His thoughts of the matter were... inconclusive. Herlamus parted with a smack of his lips, Big Mac’s smushed face between his hooves.
“Look at all those bits!” Herlamus exclaimed, looking at the pool like a distracted dog, leaving Big Mac still very much confused. “They say that if you toss a bit into the fountain and make a wish, it’ll come true. Fancy giving it a try?” He finished with a very roguish grin, pivoting on his hindquarters and hopping off the fountain side with a light ‘clop’ on the cobblestone.
“I don’t hav-”
“Worry not, worry not,” He began, his wing unfurling to reveal three sparkling bits somehow held at the curled end of his wing “I have three bits. That would be three wishes, wouldn’t it? How delightfully fairytale! Perhaps somepony will write a quaint foal’s book about this one day. Say, do you have good penmanship? Maybe you could wish for it?” He ended with a wry smile.
“I don’t know…” Big Mac initiated in a drawl, his eyes suddenly feeling a lot heavier than they did before. “I’m feelin’ mighty tired.”
“Well, how about I do it for you; you tell me, and I tell the fountain. Teamwork is the pillar of friendship after all!” Before Big Mac could reply an individual plop rang out from the fountain as a bit fell from Herlamus’ wing and straight into the fountain, an innocent smile plastered upon the lime pony’s face. “May as well, since the fountain is rearing and ready to go with wish granting and what not.”
Big Macintosh, in his current state, couldn’t wish or want for anything. Ordinarily when asked this question sober, found himself wanting for absolutely nothing, exempting one time when he had a particular craving for apple ice cream in the middle of a particularly hot summer’s day. Asked this question when drunk; however, he harkened back to the last time he was asked this question by Miss Cherilee. The image of her flashed in his mind, and then it formed into friendship, however, the concept turned black in his head taking on the shape of none other than Thalia. Love… love was something he wanted.
“L-Love!” He exclaimed in a drawl, his head finding the fountain side really comfy all of a sudden, his cheek pressed against the cold marble. He was within reach of sleep’s grasp.
“Love? Very broad, although from a strapping young stallion like yourself I’m certain the fountain can infer what you mean. Although that was only one wish, Big Mac. Wish number two, my red friend?” Despite losing Big Macintosh to sleep, Herlamus remained cheery and jovial, although he did move closer until a mere inch was between Big mac’s mouth and his attentive ear, a second bit falling from his wing.
With love, Mac thought Cherilee, with Cherilee he thought Thalia, and with Thalia he got angry. The threat she was all too ready to carry out rang out in his mind. He could wish for her to disappear, but he wasn’t malevolent. Perhaps make her like him for real, but what she had done was too inexcusable for forgiviness, even if he made the negativity disappear. He could, however… prove her wrong. An idea he arrived entirely at influenced by the wine he could still somewhat taste on his tongue, like a horrible aftertaste of an unpleasant meal. Yet, most decisions should not be acted upon while drunk, as Big Mac would soon come to realize in the not too distant future.
“Big… big dick…” He slurred, his eyelids fluttering closed.
“Oh Big Macintosh, you make this stallion blush. Although I would have guessed you’d live up to your name in all regards, but I suppose bigger is always better! Love and a big throbbing cock are only two of three, do you have it in you for a third, Big Mac?” Herlamus asked, and snores were his reply. “Oh well. I’ll make do I suppose. Oh, this is going to be pretty fucking fun! Quite literally!” he finished with a chortle. However, upon realizing he was speaking to nobody, he dragged a hoof across his lips. He had some work to do…
Chapter 3: Ropes and nope
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. 
