Fall of Equestria: Choices

Later that night

"Alright, here's the plan: I need you two to..."distract"...the guards outside. Once I subdue them, we'll need to make a run for the Forest, and then to that old castle."

"B...but Big Mac? What if we're caught?" whispered Apple Bloom.

Applejack scowled in the darkness. "After whut them mares done, our lives ain't worth spit. We gotta get outta here."

They all looked around in the darkness at the familiar sights of their farmhouse. It had been in the Apple clan for generations. It's where they were all born. But now, thanks to the Caribou, it was no longer safe to stay here. A grim expression stole over Big Mac's face as he allowed these thoughts to consume him.

Come hell or high water, he'd make sure they all returned here one day.

Then he shook himself loose from his reverie and said, "Alright, you two get going. I'll be right behind you."

But his youngest sister still had some reservations. "But Mac...what if they don't want us? They still gotta be pissed about what happened in the barn."

Applejack smiled in the dark at her. "You can git his attention, Bloom. Just do whut you do fer Mac. No male can resist you."

Apple Bloom nodded and drew a deep breath, puffing her ample chest out as she did so. She looked down at herself and smiled a smile of her own. "Ah'll make these work!" as she grabbed a double handful of tit. Her nipples poked out of the shirt she wore tied over her waist, barely containing her treasures. Her sister was dressed in like fashion. She looked up at her. "Let's do this, AJ!"

Both of them made their way silently to the door, opened it an inch, and peeked out. They could just make out one of the guards standing a few feet away, while the other disappeared around the corner, no doubt checking the back of the house. Applejack whispered to her sister, "Alright: you take on this one, while I slip around back to the other one." Her little sister nodded, then puffed out her chest and walked boldly outside.

The guard spun around and leveled his spear. "Where do you think you're going?!"

She smiled up at him. "Ah just wanted to see if'n you'd like some company," she purred. "Ah know it can git pretty boring standin' out here...with nuthin' nice to look at..." She fingered her top and drew it slowly down, exposing a nipple.

The guard visibly swallowed, but managed to utter, "I...I'm not supposed to. You...you go back in the house. You ponies can't be trusted."

She stuck out her bottom lip. "Surely a big, strong male like yerself ain't afraid of a frail little mare like me?" She stepped closer, her head barely reaching his shoulder. She reached out and ran her small hand up his crotch. "Oooo...yer a BIG one! Ah'd love to suck on that, if'n you'll let me." At this, he stepped back.

"No way I'm putting my dick in your mouth, slut! I heard what happened earlier."

Her smile never faltered. She was prepared for this eventuality. "That bitch was a black collar, Master." She fingered her neck. "Ah'm a red." She closed the distance and pressed her breasts against him, "And Ah loves to suck big cocks like yers," she whispered throatily.

He stared down at her, trying to make up his mind. Finally, he whispered, "If you bite me, I'll kill you."

Gotcha!

"Ah won't." She looked around and said, "Let's go back in the trees, where it's a bit more private." He stayed where he was for a moment, watching her ass bounce as she walked away, then hurried after her. Apple Bloom kept her back to him as she slipped off her top, then turned around with her hands covering her tits. As he walked up to and looked down at her, she uncovered them and whispered, "Wanna touch them?" He didn't answer, he only set his spear down and slowly reached out with both hands and began feeling her up. She moaned as her nipples reached full hardness. "That's nice, Master..." She leaned against him and slid to her knees, planting kisses all the way down to his bulging member.

His breath became ragged as she slowly undid his belt, then took his pants down, underwear and all, to his ankles. His cock popped up and was throbbing before her, as an errant cool breeze blew across it and made it twitch. He was almost as big as her brother, which she had been dreading he might be too much for her new sucking skills. But once she had him in her hands, she smiled and ran her tongue up from his balls to the underside of his meat. She did this a few times, getting him wet, then slowly engulfed the head, her eyes locked on his, then breathed through her nose and took him all the way in. She then began bobbing her head while moaning around the cock stuffed in her mouth. He placed his hands in her mane, then began thrusting, adding his moans to hers. Apple Bloom took it like a champ, relaxing her throat so he could fully hilt himself again...and again...and again. He quickened his pace as his balls slapped against her chin, and his moans became louder. She felt his balls drawing up, signaling his end was approaching, then braced her hands against his thighs in anticipation of what would surely be a gallon of cum.

With one final thrust, he bellowed as he unleashed a flood into her mouth and down her throat, she swallowing frantically to contain it all. He gripped her mane all the more tightly, almost to the point of pain, as he buried himself inside her hot throat and emptied his balls. After about a minute, he relaxed and pulled out, his dick completely spent and limp. She smiled up at him while taking a quick glance behind him. "Did you enjoy yerself, Master?" All he was able to do was nod before he was struck from behind, knocked out with one blow. Apple Bloom smiled up at her brother. "Took you long enough."

Meanwhile, Applejack stood poised in shadow outside their backdoor, watching the second guard make his rounds. When he began to pass her, she cleared her throat.

He whipped his head around. "Who's there?!"

"Just little ole me," she whispered.

He grimaced at her while brandishing his spear. "What are you doing outside your house?! Get back inside!"

She took a deep breath and swelled her chest. "It's such a nice night...Ah thought Ah'd get sum fresh air."

The rising and falling of her massive chest weren't lost on him, but he shook his head, and said in a determined voice, "I ain't got time for you lousy ponies. Once more: get back in your house!" Applejack slowly undid the knot that was barely holding her shirt together, then stretched her arms over her head, causing the fabric to fall open. Her double 'Ds' were exposed in the moonlight, which caused him to lick his lips. She took the fabric and fanned it out, looking down at herself as she did so.

"Kinda warm tonight, ain't it?" She then locked eyes with him and smiled. He couldn't take his gaze away from her fully erect nipples, as each was pointing at him in invitation.

"Li...like I said, I don't--" he managed to stammer, but she stepped forward and put a finger to his lips.

"Shhh, sugarcube...Ah ain't gonna hurt ya." She slowly took one of his hands off his spear and placed it on her breast. "Ya like that?" He cleared his throat and nodded, as he began kneading her boob. Applejack moaned as he continued massaging her tit, then he dropped his spear and used his other hand to do the same to her neglected breast. "That feels nice..." she whispered. She ran a delicate hand over his crotch and smiled. "Yer a big boy," she purred as she gave his cock a squeeze. It throbbed within her grasp and got even bigger. "Ah'd love to feel that in mah throat." At this, he stepped back and dropped his hands.

"I'm NOT putting my cock in your mouth, slut. My friends got their cocks practically bitten off by two of you bitches today; I'm not gonna be number three." But the sultry mare was undeterred.

"Ah'd never do that to a male. Ah luv cocks too much to ever hurt one." She stepped closer as he gazed down at her. "Perhaps you ain't heard of me. Ah'm the Queen Cocksucker of Ponyville. Mah blowjobs are legendary." She took one of his hands in both of hers, then slowly began sucking on his index finger, keeping her eyes locked on his the entire time. She sucked all the way down to the knuckle, as sweat began to pour down his forehead and his breathing increased. She then fell to her knees and reached up and undid his belt.

"What, what are you doing?!" he said.

"Just relax. Ah ain't gonna put it in mah mouth." She unzipped him then pulled his pants and underwear down, exposing his cock, which sprang up and was throbbing before her. She spit in one hand and began stroking him towards her face, then opened her mouth and breathed on it. Her ruby lips glistened in the moonlight as he stared down at her. His cockhead was an inch from her wet lips as she kept stroking him, and her hot breath washed over his pulsating dick. A drop of precum appeared and dribbled down his cock, which she noticed. "Ah'm just gonna lick that up, if'n ya don't mind..." Without waiting for an answer she raised his cock and began at his balls, then ran her tongue all the way up to the head, then closed her eyes and moaned. "Mmmm...so tasty!" She then took her fingernails and lightly ran them up his thighs, over his balls (which made him gasp) then all around his dick, her eyes locked on his the entire time. Precum ran like a fountain down his cock, and he began breathing even more rapidly. She leaned forward and gave the head a sweet kiss, her red lipstick leaving its mark.

That was it!

With a great cry, he seized her around her head and shoved his dick down her throat. "MMMPH!! Mmmm...mmmm...," moaned the blonde mare as he thrust in and out, in and out of her mouth. With one hand, she tickled his balls, with the other, she reached up and grabbed his ass and helped him thrust into her. He bent his knees and threw all his power into his hips, pumping as deep as he could. Applejack couldn't have bit him even if she'd wanted to, as her jaw was locked open from his needy thrusts. Her spit coated his meat and shone in the dim light every time he pulled out, as the sounds of her moans and his grunts filled the air.

Finally, she felt his balls tighten up and his dick began pulsating in her throat. "Ah! Ah! AHHH!" he screamed as he came, burying himself to the hilt and shaking. Applejack closed her eyes and swallowed every rope of manbatter. After what must have been a minute, he relaxed and shuffled back, letting himself fall out of her mouth, completely spent.

She smiled up at him. "Didja like that, hon?"

He nodded. "You...you weren't lying about your blowjobs, slut."

"That's nice. 'Cause you ain't gonna like this next part."

"What? What do you-" he pitched forward as he was knocked unconscious, Applejack neatly stepping out of the way. She smirked at her brother.

"Ya just hadda let him finish first, didn't ya? Typical male."

Mac shrugged and said, "I know what your blowjobs are like."

Applejack grinned. "Why, thank you, big brother! Now, let's get out of here."

Hours later found them deep in the Everfree Forest. Mac had a huge rucksack on his back, his sisters with smaller ones, but still quite overloaded. They'd taken everything of use they could find, and even a few keepsakes that had been in the family for generations, that Applejack couldn't bear to lose. One of these was a framed picture of their parents Bright Mac and Pear Butter. Mac lead the way quietly, having used up all his excuses to his sisters to leave some of those things behind. He had no intention of being on the run for the rest of their lives, and he'd promised them both they'd return one day, but they'd both stubbornly insisted. He shifted the weight to his other shoulder and marched on.

Soon, they came within sight of the ancient buildings. Applejack, who had been there many times before, now lead the way. They came to the massive front doors and stopped. She pushed on them, but they wouldn't budge. Somepony had locked the doors! They all stared at each other, unsure of what to do. There could be anypony in there, Caribou or pony. It fell to Mac to make the final decision. "You two get under cover; I'm going to knock and see who answers." Stowing his rucksack behind a bush, and after his sisters were well hidden, Mac balled up his fist and hammered on the doors. Then waited.

After some minutes, he heard a male voice call out, "Who's there?!" Mac thought he recognized the voice.

"Is that...Fine Print? It's me, Big Mac."

There was silence from the other side, then the male said, "How do we know it's not a trick?"

Mac sighed. "It's no trick. I'm here with my sisters Apple Bloom and Applejack. We're trying to get away from the Caribou."

After a few more moments, he heard locks being disengaged, then the door opened a crack. Mac could barely make out a frightened eye peering out at them, then the doors were flung wide. "Mr. Apple! It is you!" cried Fine. "Come in!" The big stallion walked in, followed by his sisters.

He looked around. "What are you doing here? I thought you were with some Resistance group?" Pinkie, Meadow and Blossom came around the corner, then stopped and stared. Mac noticed them. "And I can see you're not alone. What happened?" Fine looked back at the three mares, then sighed himself.

"It's a long story. Suffice to say we weren't safe with them anymore, so we ventured out for ourselves. What about you?"

Mac shrugged. "The same. The Caribou became too aggressive after an...incident...so we had to run. We didn't think anypony would be out here, though."

Blossom came shyly forward and said, "We just got here a few days ago." Then she blushed and looked at the floor. "It's really good to see you again, Big Mac..." Fine Print regarded his daughter, then cast a dark glance at the big stallion, remembering what had happened between the two the last time they'd been together. But then his better sense prevailed.

No sense in bringing that up now, not while we need each other. He decided to be the gentleman.

"Come on in, there's plenty of room."

Mac took a moment to grab his rucksack and followed his sisters into the Castle. He then noticed Pinkie staring up at him with undisguised lust in her big eyes. "Somethin' I can do for you, Pinkie?"

She smiled. "Oh, yes, there is!"

He sighed. "It's been a long night, and we need to get settled. Reign it in, can't you?"

Applejack looked back at the pink mare and scowled. "Yew two go on ahead...Ah need to have a word with Pinkie." When the rest had all left the hallway, she rounded on Pinkie. "Let's git one thang straight: he's MINE. Mine and Apple Bloom's!"

But Pinkie was undeterred. "Shouldn't that be his decision?"

Applejack stepped forward until she was nose to nose with her. "Ah mean it: stay away from him!" But Pinkie just smiled.

"Whatever you say, AJ. But if he comes to me on his own, that's not my fault, is it?" She smiled up at the blonde mare again. "I bet I can suck his dick better than you ever could. Afraid of a little competition?"

Applejack took a step back. "So that's how it is." She squared her shoulders. "Now ain't the time fer us to be fightin'. But if'n you wants a contest, then Ah say bring it on!"

Pinkie spit in her hand and held it out to Applejack. "Challenge accepted, Applejack. Whoever makes him cum the fastest wins." Applejack hesitated, then spit in her own and shook with her.

"Tommower night, then. Afterwards, you keep away from him when Ah win."

Pinkie giggled. "Now that that's settled, I'm going to go practice on the other stallion. See you tomorrow!" With that, she left.

Applejack stared after her. "Whut have Ah gotten us into?"

"Take it easy, slut!" yelled the Magistrate, as the pony nurse wrapped more bandages around his cock.

"...yes sir..." she meekly replied, and took her time applying the last of them. The doctor stood over her as he watched. The Caribou Magistrate turned his attention to him.

"How bad is it?"

The doctor looked grim. "You won't be able to use it except to urinate for many months. It's the best we can do."

"But it will fully heal?"

The doctor shrugged. "Hard to say. You may regain full use of it, you may not. The damage was quite extensive."

The magistrate grit his teeth. "That's not good enough. I want a definite answer from you, and I want it now!"

The pony surgeon swallowed. "I can only offer my best guess. You should regain full use if you're careful."

The Caribou's voice turned dark. "Make sure that happens. I wouldn't want your life to become...unpleasant."

The doctor briefly nodded then left the room. He began to sweat. If this was the reaction from the more successful of the Caribou patients, how would the other one take the news? He'd done everything he could to save the penis of the other Caribou, but in the end, there'd been nothing left to save. The mare's teeth had almost completely severed the appendage, and it had been hanging on by a thread. Also, it appears that she must have swallowed part of it. So it was gone, and in the end there simply hadn't been enough to save.

So what was he going to tell him?

He considered making one of the nurses deliver the news, while he kept a safe distance. But he considered that act too cowardly. True, he'd been one of the stallions that had embraced the Caribou rule, but he still felt some sympathy for the mares that had been subjugated. No, he told himself, it's my duty. So he squared his shoulders and marched into the room.

This Magistrate was quieter than the other. He was sitting up, staring at what was left of his crotch. The pain meds seem to be working, as he was relatively calm, but the doctor knew that would change with the news he had to offer. "How are you feeling?" he asked. At first, he thought he wasn't going to get an answer, but after a few moments, the Caribou quietly spoke.

"Where's my cock?"

The doctor swallowed, then said, "We had to remove it. There was nothing we could do." He began to sweat in earnest as he watched for the reaction. The answer surprised him.

"Very well. Could you hand me a scalpel?"

The doctor's eyes widened. "A...scalpel? Why do you need one?"

For the first time, the Caribou met his eyes. "Just...give me one. Now." Without another word, the doctor went over to his tools, picked out a scalpel, and handed it to him. The Caribou took it, turned it over in his hand, then without hesitation, plunged it into his own neck. The blood spurted like a jet as the male fell backward onto the pillow. The doc rushed forward, trying to apply pressure to the wound, but with his last ounce of strength, the male pushed him away.

"Let...me...die..." he managed to whisper, as his eyes rolled up and the blood continued to gush out. The doctor watched helplessly as the Caribou convulsed twice, then lay still.

He stood there rooted to the spot as he stared at the body. The moment became slow-motion as the implications of what had just happened dawned on him one by one. Was he responsible? Could he have stopped him? And most importantly, what would the Caribou do to him once they found out? Perhaps he should run, but where would he go? He could possibly hide out with relatives until he found a better place, but how to get to them?

Then all thoughts of flight were cast aside as he heard hoofsteps approaching. There was no time. Soon, the door opened, and several Caribou guards entered. The lead Caribou started to speak, but then his eyes fell on the body. He looked from it to the doctor standing there with a pale face, then back to the body. "What happened?"

"He...he killed himself. I tried to stop him."

The leader stared at him for a few moments, then said, "Why would he kill himself?"

The doctor shifted his hooves and looked down at the floor before answering. "Because we were unable to save his penis. He took his own life when I told him."

The leader approached the body and laid a hand on his chest. Then he said, almost to himself, "I wouldn't want to live if that had happened to me, either." He turned to the pony. "Get out of here." The doctor wasted no time in leaving. Once he'd gone, the leader turned to his men. "I think those ponies responsible for this have lived long enough. We're going to their farm."

It was still pitch-black when the Caribou squad arrived at Sweet Apple Acres, so every member had been carrying torches. When the leader found the two still unconscious guards, it was all he could do to contain his rage. "Search the house!!" he screamed, knowing he'd find it empty. The Apples were long gone, he knew, but he had to make sure. Therefore he was not surprised when told there was nocreature there. They then turned their attention to the barn. There, every mare was still in their cages, peering fearfully out at them.

"Your orders, Captain?" asked one of his followers.

The Captain stood there gritting his teeth and didn't answer right away. Then he quietly whispered, "Burn it."

"Sir?"

The Captain wheeled on his subordinate and yelled, "Burn it down! All of it!!" Just as they were all about to set fire to the hay in the barn, he held up a hand. "Release those sluts from their cages first. They can all take their chances in the Everfree." His men rushed to comply, unlocking the cages and roughly pulling each mare out. They dragged them to the Captain and threw them at his hooves.

"Than...thank you, Master," whispered one. He wouldn't deign to look down at them, only watched his men as they began setting their torches to everything flammable.

"Get out of my sight, sluts. We don't want any of you dick-eating bitches in Ponyville. Go." Most rushed to comply, but a few remained and begged to be allowed to stay. He then did look down and aimed a kick at the closest one. "I said go! Get out of here!" Those that remained got to their hooves and ran. The Caribou then exited the barn and stood outside, watching it burn. The Captain then said, "Now the house." They ran to the Apple's ancestral home and began throwing their torches through windows. Soon, it too was aflame.

The leader watched in satisfaction. They'd soon capture the fugitives, and the imagined looks on their faces when they saw their home had been burnt down brought a smile to his face.

That same night, Big Mac sat straight up in bed. His sisters moaned in protest as he left them, but each turned over and went back to sleep. Something was wrong, Mac knew, but he couldn't place his finger on it. All he knew was he felt a terrible sense of loss. He went over to one of the chairs and stared out the window at the moonlit night. All he could see was the Everfree stretching endlessly before him, the treetops shining faintly from the full Moon. Then, an errant breeze blew in through the open window, carrying with it the faint scent of smoke.

Something was burning.

He could detect no flames anywhere near the Castle unless it was on the other side. But it didn't smell that close. Maybe as far away as Ponyville? Fires weren't that uncommon out in the Forest, but they were always cause for concern. He just hoped if it was in Ponyville, they'd gotten it under control before anypony had gotten hurt. Turning back to the bed, he decided to use the few hours left until daybreak sleeping. Whatever it was, it could wait.

But he just couldn't shake that feeling of uneasiness.

Sometime later, at dawn, he awoke. The smell of fresh-brewed coffee tickled his nose, so he gingerly disentangled himself from his sisters' nubile bodies and went in search of the source. His nose led him to the castle's massive kitchen, only to find Pinkie humming to herself as she prepared breakfast. She looked around and saw him and her face brightened.

"Hi, Big Mac! Want some coffee?"

Mac looked around the kitchen. "Where did you find coffee?" He saw what she was cooking and added, "And eggs? I thought this castle had been deserted for decades."

She smiled as she poured him a steaming mug and said, "My friends and I visited this place on several occasions, and we brought provisions. Besides, the kitchen is enchanted; food takes far longer to spoil."

Not entirely convinced, he took a tentative sip. It was better than he'd expected. "Do you like it?" she asked. He nodded. Pinkie bounded in place and clapped her hands. "I'm so glad! I just want to see you smile!" Mac gave her a half-grin over his cup.

"That's still true about you? You like to see ponies smile?"

She nodded her head vigorously, making her curls shake as well as her ample chest."That hasn't changed, no matter what the Caribou did to me. I love to see ponies smile!" Then her voice grew sultry. "And that's not the only thing in my bag of tricks. I've found there's a sure way to get stallions to smile, even before the Caribou came." She bent over the counter between them, folded her arms beneath her tits, and pushed them out. "Would you like to see...Cousin?"

Something about the way she said that last word made his loins stir. Maybe he really was into this whole incest thing, more than he realized. Or maybe, it was the influence of the Caribou magic. With a supreme effort, Mac cleared his throat noisily and looked aside. "I'm...really not in the mood, Pinkie. Maybe later." Pinkie smiled and handed him a plate full of food.

"If...when you change your mind, you know where to find me!" She then grabbed her own plate and mug, scooched a seat right next to him, and began eating. Her body pressed up against his left side did nothing to dispel the thoughts of exactly what he could do with her, but she appeared not to notice. But after a few moments of his not moving, she did ask, "Something wrong, Mac?"

He leaned slightly away from her and said, "Do you have to sit so close?"

She smiled and said, "Oh, am I too close? Sorry!'" She scooted her chair a few inches away and resumed her meal. She was no longer pressed right up against him, but she was still close enough that he could smell her perfume and cotton candy shampoo. It was all...very...feminine. And the softness of her close contact wasn't lost on him either. Out of the corner of his eye, he stared down at her massive breasts and licked his lips. Then to distract himself, he took another sip of his coffee. It was good, but it was more bitter than he liked. Pinkie noticed his face and said, "Would you like some milk with your coffee?"

Mac smiled and handed the mug to her. Then he froze at her next action. Instead of going to the fridge for the beverage, she pulled out one breast and squeezed a healthy dose of milk into his mug. She stirred it with her finger and handed it back to him, smiling all the while. "There you go! Drink up!" she happily stated. He stared at her, hard as a steel pole. Where did she get the idea to do that?! Meanwhile, Pinkie finished the last bite of her eggs and stood up. She looked down at his plate. "You hardly ate a thing! Didn't you like it?" He was having trouble speaking, so he simply nodded. "Okay! Take your time, and if you need something else, let me know!" He watched her as she bounced over to the sink and began washing her plate. He wasn't sure how he hadn't noticed before, but that is a very short skirt. As she bent over to retrieve something from a cabinet, he saw she hadn't bothered to put on panties this morning, either. Of course. His cock was now so hard it hurt, so he did his best to shift his package to a more comfortable position, but it wasn't easy.

Pinkie hummed to herself and gently rocked her hips back and forth while swaying her tail as she did the dishes. With each movement, he got a further glimpse of her swollen pussy. Despite his earlier comment about 'not being in the mood,' he found that was no longer the case. This pink mare simply exuded sexual desire, and he wasn't immune to a female's charms. He slowly got up from his seat, made his way around the counter, then stood behind her. Without turning around, she said, "Oh! Is there something I can do for you, Cousin?" She gently pressed her ass against his groin as she spoke. He couldn't take it a second longer. He hastily undid his pants and jerked them down, exposing his aching, throbbing member. Pinkie arched her back, spread her legs, and braced herself against the sink. Mac reached down and guided himself to her hot, wet entrance, then with a sigh pushed himself home. Then he grabbed her hips and began violently thrusting in and out, in and out. Pinkie screeched and went down on her elbows, crying out, "Pound me, Mac! Pound me harder!" He complied, rocking her forward with every thrust as he put all his strength into ravaging the pink mare's lady parts. "Oh! Oh! Oh! MORE!" she cried. "I'm almost there!!" Her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue lolled out as he thrust deeper and deeper. She gave a louder cry of pleasure as he reached up into her mane, grabbed a handful, and pulled it back, causing her to arch her back even further. He grunted with each push as he pulled almost all the way out then slammed himself home! Pinkie started shaking and her knees went weak, but he let go of her mane and grabbed again with both hands, holding her up against the sink, never slowing his powerful thrusts.

All of a sudden she gave a great cry and clamped down with her pussy muscles, as she came in torrents. His thighs were soon drenched in her marecum as she screamed for half a minute. But Mac was far from done. Easing his now slippery cock out of her pussy, he lifted her tail and lined himself up with her ponut. Pinkie gasped as she felt what he was about to do. "Yes! Put it in my ass! I love it!" She moaned even deeper as he slowly inserted himself into her tight, willing ass. It bounced with each thrust, rocking her entire body. Dishes rattled and the counter shook as he continued to drive into her. Pinkie screamed as she came a second time! His balls had been slapping against her pussy, but when she felt them drawing up, signaling his approaching climax, she yelled, "Wait!" and pushed him out.

"What are you-" he began, but before he could finish his sentence she spun around and dropped to her knees. Taking him fully into her throat, she began frantically sucking, bobbing her head up and down while grabbing his ass. Now it was Mac's turn to scream as he unleashed a flood of cum into the pink mare's mouth. He grabbed her around the head and held her still as he shot load after load into her. After what seemed like hours, he sighed and stepped back, flopping limply out of her mouth and leaving a trail of cum still connected to her lips. They both panted as they each tried to catch their breath. Pinkie rubbed her belly.

"If I wasn't full before, I am now!" she smiled. "Let's do that again!"

But Mac shook his head as he pulled up his trousers. Drenched in sweat, he took a towel and wiped his forehead. "This was fun, but there's something I need to see to. Maybe later?"

Pinkie got shakily to her hooves and leaned on the sink for support. "I don't think I can walk! Later sounds good!" Ever the gentleman, Big Mac picked her up, carried her out into the hallway and to one of the many waiting areas, and laid her down on one of the couches. Before he released her, she gave him a peck on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you, Mac..."

He smiled down at her and then made his way back to the kitchen. Once he got there, he was not surprised to see both his sisters sitting there drinking coffee. He started to say something, but AJ held up her hand. "Ah heard you two earlier. Ah'm surprised the whole Everfree didn't hear ya!" She smirked. "Ah'll deal with Pinkie later. She was supposed to wait."

"Look, Applejack, I-" but she held up her hand again.

She looked over at her sister, who was smiling over her cup at him. "We both ain't mad, but just know we're BOTH gonna do whatever it takes to make sure you come back to us!" She grinned again. "Besides, me an' Pinkie are havin' a contest to see which one o' us can make you cum the fastest. Ah aim to win!"

Mac raised an eyebrow. "Don't I have a say in this?"

She shook her head and laughed. "Naw." Mac shrugged.

"Fair enough."

Just then Meadow and Blossom entered the kitchen. Blossom spared her mother a quick glance, then looked at AJ. "Is this open to all challengers?" Meadow gave a sharp disapproving glance at her daughter, then furrowed her brow and remained quiet.

Applejack turned and looked back at her. "Sweetie, you are too young and inexperienced. You ain't got a chance."

Blossom turned and stared at the big stallion like he was a piece of meat. Licking her lips, she whispered, "We'll see..."

Meadow sighed and made for the coffeepot, but didn't go unnoticed by AJ. She froze when she heard, "And how about you? Do we gotta compete with you too?" Meadow poured herself a cup before answering, then turned and looked at the group.

"I already have a man, whom I'm happy with." She leaned back against the kitchen counter and crossed her legs, her short-shorts doing nothing to hide her shapely, still firm thighs. Then her expression grew hard. "But know this: if I wanted him, I could have him." She scanned the younger mares and added, "I know ways to make a stallion crazy with lust...ways you children couldn't dream of." She stared down at Mac's crotch over the rim of her coffee cup as she took a sip, then turned her sultry gaze up and met his eyes. "With my soft lips and talented tongue, I can suck your balls dry in under a minute. I can do things to your cock that would make you spurt so much cum, you'd forget any other mare." The room had gone completely still as she leaned forward and lowered her arms, giving him the full view of her sweet, generous, still-gravity-defying tits. She slightly opened her mouth and ran her hot, wet tongue over her red, full lips as she stared lustfully at him, then quietly whispered, "Would you like that? Would you like for me to swallow your cock down my velvet throat while I caress your balls, until you shoot a fountain of cum for me? It would be the best orgasm of your life..." She then straightened and smiled around at the group. "You see? And that was just sexy talk. None of you would have a chance if I were serious." But she still looked back and stared at the big stallion, then licked her lips again.

A small bead of sweat trickled down Mac's brow as he returned her stare, knowing she meant Every. Word.

As Applejack and Apple Bloom bristled and started forward, Mac shook himself free of her spell, cleared his throat, and stopped them. "That's enough! If you mares are done bidding on me for now, there's something I gotta talk to you both about. Last night, I felt something...like something really bad just happened, but I don't know what it was. Then, when I got up to look out the window, I smelled smoke, like something big was burning. Either of you sense that?"

Applejack glared at the mature mare for a moment before answering, then turned to her brother. "Now that you mention it, Ah had a dream that we'd lost something important. Ah thought it was just a dream." Apple Bloom stuck out her bottom lip at Meadow (who returned her gesture with a smirk) and then stared at her brother and sister.

"Me too. Ah thought it wasn't real. Somethin' is wrong!" Without another word, Mac left the kitchen and made his way up to the tallest tower of the Castle, followed by his sisters, Meadow and her daughter. There, they had a panoramic view of the entire Forest. They looked west, towards Ponyville. They could see a column of smoke rising from afar off, and their hearts sank.

Apple Bloom was the first to speak. "Is that...Sweet Apple Acres?" Mac shook his head.

"It can't be..."

Applejack stared at the smoke. Finally, she said, "Ah think it is. Our home..." She turned to Mac. "We gotta go see!"

Mac said nothing, only gazed out at the sight. Then he said, "It's too dangerous. The Caribou are looking for us, and if'n they torched our home they won't care if we're alive or dead."

Then they all heard the sound of marching. Meadow ran to the other end of the tower and looked east. The rest followed and were all struck dumb by the sight.

An army was approaching.