Where The Apple Cries

by Sollace

Rating: mature
Tags: Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Sex, Big Macintosh, Slice of Life
Length: 7492

Pushed to the brink of sanity by Big Mac’s incessant whining, berating, complaining, and talking, Applejack is forced to do the unthinkable.

Pushed to the brink of sanity by Big Mac’s incessant whining, berating, complaining, and talking, Applejack is forced to do the unthinkable.

Set during the events of Where The Apple Lies.

** Contains: implications, sex, incest, exhibitionism (maybe?), and a whole lot of sweet, sweet, wholesome family ploughing.**

Published 2017-06-21 15:40:06 UTC
Last updated 2017-06-21 15:40:06 UTC

An Apple by any Other Name

“Applejack, ya have t’ stop this with yer lying!” Big Mac shouted, his voice carrying slightly further than Applejack would have liked. His deep, southern drawl echoed out through the crowded marketplace where it was—luckily—lost among the constant droning of mares and foals, running around the market and going about their normal business.

Nopony paid the two any mind as they trotted through the market, however, none the less, Applejack couldn’t help but look around nervously, afraid that somepony had overheard them—or rather him—speaking.

“An’ now look”— Big Mac threw an angry hoof into the air, his voice rising just to below a holler as he motioned all around them. “Now that ya gone blabbing all over Ponyville, we got half everypony—and the Riches—all expecting to see Granny Smith at the hospital ‘cause she got ‘Apple Blight’. Have ya heard a’ anything so outrageous!?”

Applejack kept her silence, had her mind set on figuring out a solution. It was simple. All they had to do was get back home and pick up Granny Smith, but her brother’s incessant whining was making it difficult. With every step, every syllable, and every drawl, his words were slowly working on her nerves. She seethed, almost quaking with anger when she finally turned up to glare him in the eye. “Big M—”

“I’ll tell ya, I ain’t.” Big Mac interrupted, and Applejack scowled, grinding her teeth, “Ya can’t be keeping this up, Applejack. Granny Smith’s gonna find out, an’ when she does—Well,”— He puffed up and beat a hoof against his chest. “It’s like ah always say—”

Finally, Applejack snapped. “Shut up!” She shouted, screaming at the tops of her lungs, and spun around, stepping in front of Big Mac and stopping him in his tracks with a hoof. She screamed again, “Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!” Standing up on the tips of her hooves, she grabbed Big Mac by the back of his neck and pulled his face down to sit inches from her own. She looked him directly in the eyes as she fought to keep her voice below a whisper. “Ah’ been trying t’ fix this all day,” she begged, “but all ya keep doing is”— Applejack shook her head, fighting to keep the tears from her eyes as she repeated, “complaining, an’ complaining, an’ complaining, ah swear, if ah hear one more word from you I’m gonna—” Applejack choked up. Suddenly out of breath, her voice died and she scrambled to reclaim her line of thought, “—I’m gonna—“

“Ye’r gonna what?” Big Mac sneered. Seeing an opening, he pressed forwards to hear what was so atrocious that his sister couldn’t even describe it.

“Ah’m gonna—“

“Come on, spit it out!”

“Ah’m g—“

“Ah ain’t waitin’ here all day, Applejack. If ya’ got something to say, just go on an—”

“Do this!”

All of a sudden, Applejack leapt forwards. Squeezing her eyes shut, she wrapped her hooves around the side of his head and pulled herself in for a kiss.

Big Mac was silenced as their lips met, his body going stiff, and his eyes wide as he stared straight ahead. Right there, in front of him, was Applejack, his very own sister, caressing his cheeks as she kissed him with a passion. The scent of fresh apples filled his nose, and the taste of sweet apple cider filled his mouth as their tongues intertwined.

He could feel the warmth between them and, as the moment draw on, found himself relaxing. Applejack leaned further into the kiss, her breath growing hot against his own. The smell of fresh apples filled Big Mac’s nose, and his entire view was eclipsed by the mixture of golden-orange that made up Applejack’s mane and coat.

Her hooves slowly loosened from Mac’s cheeks, one lowering itself to press against his chest, whilst the other ventured behind his neck to play with the tufts of spiky mane. Almost instinctively, Big Mac extended his forelegs, loosening his joints as he accepted the embrace.

He reached out, touching her lightly up the side of the barrel, and running one hoof around to feel the crook of her back.

It was an eternity, perfect, never ending. Neither of them wanted it to. But eventually, Applejack’s eyes fluttered open to look up to Mac. She stared to him with lidded eyes, the flame of lust just barely visible flickering at their depths, when something else sparked inside Applejack’s mind.

Her eyes went wide. She looked to the side, the silence suddenly registering, and her entire face flushed red. She scrunched her muzzle, letting out a small squeak into her brother’s mouth, and they parted. Applejack stumbled back, pushing away from her brother as she looked around them.

The entire market had fallen deathly quiet. Not even the faintest whisper, let alone the constant din from before. All around them the crowds of ponies, both customers and stall owners alike, still in the middle of selling their wares, all stood frozen in shock. Their mouths hung agape, and their eyes remained glued to the pair before them.

There was a clatter among the crowd as somepony dropped their saddlebags and, far away in the back, there was a loud huff from a distraught mother. When Applejack looked, she saw a gray mare with a basket under her arm shooting her a glare. She slapped her hooves over her gaping foal’s eyes, and then, turning her nose up with a huff, turned to hurry away as quickly as possible.

Applejack squeaked, visibly trembling. She seemed to grow paler by the second as she fumbled to recoup the situation. “Y-y-y” She started stammering uncontrollably, and began backing up closer to Big Mac. “Ya’ll saw nothing...!” She finally managed to croak out, and turned, pleading to her brother for him to help.

He simply stood there, still in some kind of trance. His eyes were glazed over and looking off into the distance like he’d witnessed some unseen horror.

Pinning her tail between her legs, Applejack started backing in the other direction, away from all the ponies’ stares. As she reversed, an idea sparked in Applejack’s mind, and she quickly blabbed out, “Ah tripped!” Putting on the biggest, most confident, smile she could muster, Applejack nodded. They’ll believe that. “Ah tripped”—she pointed to the ground behind her—“On a rock.” The sheepish grin spread wider, Applejack glanced around nervously. None of the ponies’ expressions seemed to have changed, and she started sweating.

There was faint groan from Big Mac’s side, and the stallion’s mouth moved, whispering in a dazed manner. “Uh... There ain’t no rock there.”

She gulped and swore under her breath. Buy some— And that, in turn, sparked a new idea. “Buy some apples!” She repeated louder, nodding frantically. yeah. She spun around, waving to the crowd and putting her confident smile back on. “Buy apples! Special offer on all apples and apple-related products, tomorrow morning, eight AM, at the Apple Family Stall; first come, first serve!” She did a wide, sweeping motion with her hoof. “This was all just a promotion!”

There was a murmur from the crowd, and a few ponies blinked. Some of them turned to look to each other, talking—hopefully—not about the Apple Family. She could still see half the ponies looking her way. Several ears and eyes were seen twitching, and the other half were either looking at Big Mac, each other, or at nothing at all.

Applejack sighed. Having done her best with damage control, she slowly backed away waving her hooves, and finishing off her speech. “Nothing to see here!” she screamed then turned tail and ran.

Alone and still stunned, Big Mac barely even noticed the ponies looking his way, nor that his sister had just run off. He slumped back, and dropped to his haunches, then brought up a hoof to press against his lips.

He felt them lightly, dabbing the tip of his hoof along his lower lip, and then brought it up to inspect.

She... kissed me?

~ ~ ~

Big Mac slowly dragged his hooves, trudging up each step one leg at a time. For the first time in his life, he walked in complete silence, and the subtle calm of the farm was allowed to wash in around him.

The distant rustling of the orchards made up a soft din in the background, whilst the steps creaked in protest as he pulled his weight up onto the patio. There was the muffled clatter and chatter of hooves and voices inside the house, followed by the slam of a door and more stomping drawing near.

This was all lost on Big Mac, though. As he slowly lurched across the patio, he kept his eyes turned down, trained to the ground with a deep scowl as the stallion grappled with his inner demons.

It—She— Mac was at a complete loss. It was like somepony had pulled him into a stranglehold, and he was struggling to get free, to get a breath of fresh air. Except, in this case, it was as if that fresh breath was actually apple scented, like the smell of Applejack on a fresh spring day, or maybe that stranglehold wasn’t a strangle, but an intense hug—the gentle caress of a lover—one that he wasn’t sure he ever wanted to get away from.

“No!” Big Mac shook his head. Ever since the market, no matter how or what he tried, Mac just couldn’t pull his mind away from what had happened back there. He would just keep jumping back, to the smell of fresh apples, and the even more subtle, sweet scent of arousal he’d never realised clung to his sister’s coat so persistently.

It was all so fresh, so vivid in his mind, growing in detail and clarity with every run through he gave to it. Could she— Big Mac felt his cheeks burning. —Could I—

He shook himself again, dismissing the thought to the darkest reaches of his mind. No. It wasn’t possible. Just the thought of it, of them being together and—Big Mac gulped. Admittedly, it had him rather excited, happy even, but that didn’t change the fact of it. He was a foal for even thinking it a possibility. Nopony would ever allow it. She was his sister for Celestia’s sake!

Big Mac paused, turning to look back out from the porch, across the farm and gazing in awe at how it sparkled in the setting sun. Gold and green mixed together with the faint orange of the horizon, and Mac was forced to bring up a hoof to shield his eyes from the glare.

He began to sweat, profusely. The heat of the day had never bothered him, but, somehow, he found it particularly dry that day. Mac puffed out his cheeks and wiped the sweat from his brow, then turned back to resume his thoughts.

It was just wrong. The ponies at the market were one thing. They knew the Apple Family, and were prone to Mac and Jack’s tricks, but if anypony beyond that found out, why, it’d be the end of them. Nopony would ever look at The Family the same way again. They’d always be known as The Incestors, or Those Inbred Hicks. There was a reason nopony talked about the Corns, after all.

But, no matter what, however Big Mac put it, he just couldn’t stop his mind from turning back to Applejack. If anything, his fondness for the mare had only grown. With the thrill of thinking about the consequences, it only made him all the more excited to take that chance.

“But, what if—”

SLAM

The door suddenly burst open, causing Mac to jump from shock. He almost whinnied from surprise as he jumped aside, barely missing the door smacking him up the side of his head, and then clearing the way for Granny Smith to step out onto the porch in front of him. “Now hold yer horses, little mister,” she croaked, halting Big Mac in his steps with a prod to the chest. She stepped forwards, and Big Mac leaned back, putting on a wide smile for Granny Smith. The old mare looked him up and down with her one good eye. Her frown grew, deepening her wrinkles, and her eyes narrowed. “Where have ya been? Ah been looking all over for ya!”

“Oh, uh,” Big Mac fumbled with his words. Keeping up his smile, he averted his eyes and rubbed behind his head. “Ah was jus—”

“You was jus’ stalling, that’s what!” Granny snapped. She rapped her cane across Mac’s shins, causing him to wince and recoil, stepping out of the way so Granny Smith could get past. She walked forward, trembling, using her cane for support and creeping at a snail’s pace, but still emitting an air of military rigor that had Mac pinned. “Now,” she began as she approached the steps, “Ah’ll be heading out to the barn. Apple blight’s getting worse and ah can’t be waiting here all day f’r you and your sister to make out.”

“Ah am sorry, Granny Smith, but ya know how—” Big Mac did a double take. “W-What did ya just say?”

“Ya heard me.” Granny rolled her eyes, groaning under her breath. And they say I’m the one that needs them hearing aids... Her joints creaked loudly, crackling like a line of firecrackers going off in succession, almost louder than the patio boards, as she lowered herself down the first. “I—” she wheezed—“Ah don’t care what ya’ll been fighting about, ah just want ya making up with yer sister and be done with it so y’all can help me on this—” She paused, switching to use the banister for support, and waved her stick back at Mac, wobbling slightly. “dag-plumb farm.”

“...Oh... I thought you...” Big Mac trailed off. He felt the heat return to his cheeks, and for once, Mac was grateful his coat was already red.

~ ~ ~

With Granny Smith gone, Big Mac didn’t want to waste a moment. At the rate she worked, it wouldn’t be long before she was done and back inside expecting them to help with dinner. If they were going to figure this out now, and get the Riches off their backs, they had to do it now.

Mac bolted inside, slamming the door behind him, and nearly flew as he galloped through the house. He leapt past the banister, rumbled up the stairs as quickly as he could to reach the bedrooms, and headed straight for the first door on his right—a spruce red frame with red letters spelling ‘AJ’ across the top—his sister’s room.

He stopped with his hoof on the handle, pressing against the solid brass and poised to head inside, when a faint whisper caught his ears and gave Mac pause. His ears, and his interest, peaked, Mac leaned against the door, frowning as he listened to what was going on inside.

It wasn’t clear, but he could definitely hear movement. There was a rhythmic shuffling of fabric and the barely audible sound of a pony’s voice—Applejack’s—saying something he couldn’t decipher.

“Uh...” Mac gently tapped the door with a hoof, Tap, tap. “AJ? Are ya’ll in there?”

There was a brief pause. The room went silent, replaced with the loud thumping of Big Mac’s heart in his chest, and the occasional creak of the door beneath his weight. Big Mac gulped, loudly, and then he heard the movements resume on the far side of the door, accompanied by the faint whisper of Applejack’s voice, broken and distanced by the wood between them.

“—C-come in—B— —Mac.”

It wasn’t very loud, barely audible over a whisper in fact, but it was definitely there. If Mac hadn’t been so close, he wouldn’t have even known his sister had called him.

He gulped again, hardening his resolve. “O-okay.” Accepting the invitation, Big Mac slowly turned the handle. It clicked against his hoof, and he pushed it forwards, speaking as he stepped into the room. “AJ, this is serious. We need t’ figure something about th—”

The smells of the room washed over Mac, hitting him like a heavy plough. It was strong and sweet, almost burning his nose it was so intense. Almost like the smell of fresh squeezed apple juice, or—or—“Oooh~”

Big Mac froze.

Or the smell of a mare in heat.

The scent of sex lay heavy on the room, sticking in his throat, and causing Big Mac to blush just from its presence. He felt himself heating up, and the familiar tingling of a certain appendage loosening itself from its sheaf. His eyes were instinctively drawn over to the bed, seemingly beckoned there by the rhythmic moans that floated his way.

Applejack was doubled over; eyes squeezed shut, and slumped backwards in the middle of the bed. She lay with her back against the headboard, using it for support as she held her hoof, squeezed firmly against her flank, pressing down between the red apples, and pulling her leg up high as far as it would go. The other leg dangled free, twitching and jerking in time with the motions of her left hoof—pressed down and rubbing hard against her swollen labia.

As Big Mac watched, his mouth slowly dropped, and his eyes grew wide, unable to pull his gaze away from the mare. Applejack kneaded into herself, spreading the wet drippings between her legs, and dipping the pointed tip of her hoof in as deep as it would go.

The constant sounds of wet hoof against flesh filled the room in a quiet sclick, schlick, schlick, overlaid by Applejack’s gentle moans and squeaks as she enjoyed her fantasy. “Oh—ah—yes, oh, oh”—her brow furrowed, and she bit her lip. She squirmed slightly, tilting her hoof and pressing it in deeper, searching for that perfect spot to make her come. “Oh—o-oh, B—” Applejack’s eyes drifted open, looking past herself with a dazed expression. She looked past her teats, across her bed, and then their eyes met. “—B-b- Big Mac!?” Applejack screamed, and almost fell over with fright.

She kicked her hooves out, whipping her hoof away from herself, and slipping over onto her side to begin the task of saving her modesty. “Wh-what are you—” Her blush deepened-- “This isn’t what it looked like!” –and was almost as deep as she saw her brother’s turn.

Suddenly, coming back to herself, Applejack realised her hoof was still wet and she set to work frantically wiping it off on the sheets. “I-I-I—” Applejack stuttered as she wiped her hoof down the bedspread, rising to a sitting position at the edge as she watched her brother slowly approach.

He drew near, and stood over Applejack with a stoic look.

“I-I-I—” Applejack’s stuttering worsened, turning into trembles as she started to choke, absolutely mortified what her brother might do. He caught me, oh Celestia he caught me. He knows, he hates me, I’m going to be in so much trouble, were all the thoughts running through her mind as she watched him lean down, and put a hoof under her chin. “I-I-I—”

Big Mac gently lifted his hoof, wordlessly, looking into her eyes.

Applejack was almost to tears. No, she was to tears. They streamed down her face as they both shared the moment, drawing on into a long, awkward silence. “I—” Applejack finally found her voice. “Pl- pl- please don’t tell Granny,” she whispered.

She feared to say, she would have said more, but she was rocked when Mac spoke, cutting her off.

His voice came, calm and quiet. “Shh....” Not a single sign of anger, nor sadness but, but just calm. He slowly leaned forwards, their faces drawing near. Applejack felt her heart beating in her chest, her hooves trembling beneath her, and her breath quickening. He took her hoof in his own, pressing it against his chest as he leaned in for a kiss.

Their lips touched, a slight heat rising between them. Applejack was frozen in place, staring, not quite sure what to do. The two remained there for what felt like forever, before Mac finally pulled back and their lips parted. “Ya talk too much,” he whispered, the hints of a smirk at the corners of his mouth.

Applejack remained silent. Her jaw dropped slightly. This time it was her turn to be at a loss for words. She looked back, eyes wide, as she stared deep into Big Macintosh’s eyes, unmoving.

At length, Big Mac blushed and averted his eyes. He released his sister’s hoof to brush behind his head. “... Ah’m sorry, it’s just—” He frowned and shook his head— “Ah shouldn’t have”—and then made a move to get back up.

Applejack watched as Mac pushed away from the side of the bed, standing to his full height, and looking slightly say. His head hung low as he turned to leave. “I’ll just—”

“W—wait,” Applejack croaked at the last minute. She reached out with a hoof, grasping Big Mac’s shoulder and halting him before he could retreat any further. “Do you?” She gulped, ears drooping slightly as she stared back to him with a pleading gaze. “Can we?”

“Ah don’t know,” was Mac’s only reply. He refused to look, rather choosing to shake off his sister’s hoof, and keep his back to Applejack. Right now, Mac wanting nothing more than to get out of there, and go far, far away from Applejack, and this whole situation.

“But, if nopony finds out?”

Mac stopped, his ears perked, and interest piqued at the possibility. He glanced back, to his sister still sitting on the edge of the bed. She had since shifted her position, leaned back on her haunches and looking to him with wide eyes. Everything about her was begging with want, from the way she held herself, to the way she sat with her legs dangling, wide open, off the side of the bed with everything on display.

Big Mac took a single step backwards, still with his doubts. “Big Mac...” Applejack whined, the faintest spots of tears forming at their edges as she looked to him with wide, blurry eyes.

The faint glint of light from the window flickered across the room, falling on the bed and illuminating Applejack from behind, perfectly outlining her alluring features and bathing the room in the warm, orange glow of the afternoon. The heat seemed to double, and Mac sensed that familiar sensation from before as he began to sweat. His eyes traced down Applejack’s body, following the curves of her hooves. One went down to where it sat, pressed into the bed between her legs, barely hiding her still moist marehood. The other was outstretched to him; leading directly to Applejack’s beautiful, green eyes, staring at him with a wanton desire, perfectly framed by the sparse freckles of her cheeks.

It is, in this moment that the stallion’s resolve finally snapped. He took a single, tentative step forwards, licking his lips. Something inside of him, a voice in the back of his mind, was still screaming out that this was wrong, that he couldn’t do this, but that was growing all the more distant the closer he got.

Another step, and another, faster, and he was almost to a gallop.

Big Mac jumped as he reached the bed, his hooves reaching to grab onto his sister as they collided, lips locking into a hot, passionate kiss. Their lips parted and joined, intertwining as Big Mac’s hooves reached around to pull his sister closer.

“Hmf,” Applejack moaned into her brother’s mouth, their eyes closed and breaths coming in heated gasps as they each fought for dominance.

Big Mac’s hooves traced through Applejack’s mane, digging into the soft hairs, tousling them into a messy heap whilst Applejack’s own ventured to explore his body. She felt over his shoulders, pressing her hooves into the strong, rippling muscles beneath, and then followed the arch of his back up to play with the short tufts of his mane.

They both collapsed back onto the bed, sinking into the covers as Mac pressed down onto his sister. Now completely flat, pinned with her body against the bed, and at the complete mercy of her lover, Applejack arched her back and lifted her legs.

She slowly inched them higher, all the while keeping her eyes closed and enjoying the taste of Big Mac as their deeply passionate kisses drove further into a heated frenzy. Her tail twitched instinctively, moving aside as Big Mac pressed down, his hooves advancing towards the inevitable goal.

Almost instantly, there was a gasp. “Ah!” Applejack broke the kiss, pushing Mac away with a hoof to his chest, and turned her head aside, whispering between gasps, “Wait, s—stop.”

Big Mac’s blood ran cold. His heart skipped a beat and his motions ground to a skidding halt. Poised, frozen with his weight barely pressing down on Applejack, Big Mac was thrown for a loop as his mind whirled to try and comprehend what his sister had just said. “... Did ya jus—”

“Get off.”

There was no question about it. Mac almost jumped; he pulled away from his sister, separating them with lightning fast reflexes and stumbled, shaking, off of the side of the bed. “I-I- Ah’m—” he mumbled. Somehow, Mac couldn’t think of the right words to speak. He was at a loss, shaken, terrified. He mentally kicked himself. What could he be thinking? Here he was, forcing himself on his own sister, somehow convinced that she wanted him?

All the questions running through his head at once, Mac almost didn’t notice as Applejack shifted beside him. With a grunt, she flipped over onto her belly, and slid down the side of the bed, planting each hoof spread against the hardwood floor. She glanced over her back, looking to the trembling stallion with lidded eyes, and called him over with a flick of her tail.

“Okay, Big boy...” Applejack cooed. She wiggled her rump, and arched her back slightly, pulling her tail aside to give the stallion a clear, unfettered view of her hind quarters.

Wet and dripping, her lips glistened in the soft light. They parted slightly of their own accord, and Mac went silent, his eyes growing, as he caught a brief glimpse of her clit winking at him.

Applejack smirked, revelling in the slack jawed look she was receiving. “Why don’ we do this the...” she winked, “... proper way... hm?”

“E—” Big Mac faltered, swaying on his hooves as his head swam from the sudden loss of blood. He swallowed to clear his dry throat, and nodded weakly. “E-eeyup.” Slowly skulking up behind Applejack, he felt his member peeking out between his legs. It grew gradually, almost to full-mast and bobbed against the bottom of his barrel as he walked.

There was no doubt what Applejack wanted, looking at the way she winked at him, and no doubt in Mac’s mind that he wanted the same. But—and a sly grin spread across his face as the idea occurred to him—he had something better in mind.

With not a single a word, Mac dropped to his haunches directly behind Applejack and grasped her flanks between his hooves. She gasped, flinching slightly at the contact, but made no move to stop him as he gently pressed against the red apples, spreading her flanks apart to get a closer look at her marehood. “Hey, AJ?” Mac asked, eyeing the orange folds on display in front of him, “Remember what’d ya’ say you’d do to me if Ah kept talkin’?”

“Mhm,” Applejack nodded her response. She shifted slightly against Mac’s grip. “Yeah, what—” She gasped, suddenly cutting herself off with a startled moan, “ah-ha-haa!”

Slowly, excruciatingly, Big Mac slowly let himself sink into her folds, enjoying the smell of her arousal. Starting at the very bottom, he gradually trailed the flat of his tongue all the way up her pussy lips, just skirting the edges as he took in the sweet, delicious nectar of her arousal. Applejack’s hooves flinched, kicking beside him, and a very satisfying squeak met his ears as he reached the top, and slowly drew away just below her anus.

“Ah-ah-Bi...” Applejack’s voice trailed off.

Mac leaned back with a grin, taking a break to watch her lips quiver and contract in response to the stimulation, and then he dove in for his second run.

He drove his muzzle down, deep between her folds, eliciting another quiver and a gasp from Applejack. Holding her flanks in place, Big Mac took a deep breath. He filled his lungs with the enriching, tangy scent of fresh apple cider, and set to work. Giving her flanks a gentle squeeze, he parted her lips with the top of his tongue, and pressed gently forwards to sample the sweet nectar within.

Somehow, Mac couldn’t begin to prepare himself for what he found. His tongue slipped in with ease, it was so moist, and the liquid flowed forth like a literal geyser, there was so much. The smell and taste of apples washed over his tongue, flowing forth into his mouth, joining the strong scents and threatening to overtake his senses as he drove further into her marehood. Mac became acutely aware of moisture dribbling around his muzzle and chin, and the sense of a few drips trailing down his chest, and yet he refused to let up.

“Ooh-ooh- Big Macintosh—” Applejack moaned. Her eyes squeezed shut; she arched her back, pushing back against his tongue, hoping for him to reach just a little bit deeper. Her heart beat faster, and breathing came in ragged pants in time with Big Mac’s own. She felt his breath tickling her nether regions, and could feel the heat welling up inside her. With every pass, his tongue would dig into her, spreading her insides, caressing her folds, pushing just slightly deeper, and bring with it the briefest glimpse of that much needed release.

It was just a few more seconds, Applejack mentally counted down the moments, tracing the motions of his tongue through her folds with her mind, poised on the precipice. Then, just as suddenly, right when she was sure he was about to hit that exact, perfect spot that would send her over the edge of no return, Mac would pull back.

He’d begin the process again, each time halting and edging Applejack closer to that release but without actually letting her get there. He enjoyed it with a kind of grim satisfaction, smiling at the whimpered sighs of his little sister. He’d watch her flanks eagerly, paying attention to their twitches in response to his tongue’s motions, and adjust his strategy whenever needed.

Her hooves would kick weakly beside him, and her walls would clench down against his tongue, trying desperately to keep him inside has he drew back. Then, as they loosened, he’d drive forwards again, digging deeper with his muzzle and raising her to new heights.

Every time Applejack’s moans would get louder, and the juices he drank up with abandon would flow sweeter. After a near eternity, Mac finally leaned in for one last drive. Pressing his muzzle as far as it would go, he held his breath and parted his lips, stretching Applejack’s mound as he filled her to the brim.

Applejack’s back arched. “Ahhh—ahhh—” she squealed, her tail hiking up higher and higher, squirming against Mac’s hooves, in near ecstasy. Her leg popped, lifting off the ground, kicking and twitching weakly in the air as her rump rose.

She was close, so, so, so close. Her mind was swimming, flushed red, and still hanging on that edge. Only now razor thin, it was almost painful to wait any longer. Just she breathed, one... more...

Suddenly, Mac pulled away gasping for breath. Rivulets of fluid, both his own and Applejack’s strung from his lips, hanging and snapping one by one as they bridged the gap between his lips and hers, still quivering. Mac licked his lips and sat back to regarded his hoofwork with a smirk— “Heh”— revelling in the act of cutting her off from the release he was sure she so desperately needed. An assumption he was made proud to be true by the heavy pants and saddened whimpers of the mare in front of him. “So, ya got anything else ‘t say to me, li’l sis’?”

“...please.” Applejack’s voice came soft and quiet, like a whisper. Her tail twitched as her marehood, puffed and red with heat, soaking wet from arousal, winked. Her tail hiked up, the hairs flicking out of the way, dragging across her where they dipped into the wet coating.

Big Mac’s eyebrow rose, his grin subsiding as he watched her change positions. Applejack moved to put her hooves under her, and inched her hind quarters up, repeating as she did so. “Please,” she breathed, “Just... let me finish.”

Satisfied with a job well done, Big Mac nodded. Taking his time, he slowly stepped up behind Applejack, and moved to position. Putting his hooves at her side, he held her steady as he brought his body down upon her.

There was a moment of awkwardness as Mac slowly found his position, adjusting his hips and moving them around. Applejack’s soft whimpers filled the room, joined by the soft wet taps of flesh against flesh as Mac’s member prodded and fumbled below.

Finally, on the fourth attempt, Mac felt the tip brush against something soft and warm. Applejack flinched below him, her breath picking up, and his member stuck in place, bending as it caught against her wet folds.

Mac took a moment of pause, his heart racing, beating against the inside of his chest whilst he took in the scene. Here he was, in his sister’s room, alone with her, bent over her back on the edge of the bed. The warmth of the room around him, bathed in the yellowing light of the afternoon sun, and the smell of arousal strong in his throat.

As if all at once, the weight of what he was about to do fell upon him, and he flushed hot. The beating grew louder in his ears, as the faintest niggle of doubt lingered in the back of his mind. A tiny voice that whispered in his ear: she’s your sister.

Once they did this, there was no going back. He’d have to live with this for the rest of his—“Uhm...” Mac stuttered. He turned down with a look of concern to Applejack, beaded with sweat. “Are ya sure ya—”

“Celestia damn it, Big Mac!” she screamed, “Shut yer trap an’ jus’ fuck me!”

“Ah—” Big Mac gulped, “...alright,” and let himself relax.

This was it, no turning back now. Taking a deep breath, he let the tension leave him and allowed his hips to move of their own accord. Slowly, gradually, Mac pressed forwards, his member sinking into the soft folds of his lover. His heart was racing, and Mac felt his breath caught in his throat release as the tip pressed lightly against Applejack’s opening, forcing the lips to part as it inched its way in.

The mare responded with a slight squeal. She shifted her hips below him, pushing back and up to meet him in stride.

There was a moment of silence between them, their hearts racing together beating in tandem. Mac inched his hooves lower, caressing his sister around the waist. He held her steady and, with a grunt, he pressed on.

Applejack quaked beneath him, letting out a slight moan—“Oooh...”—as Mac made his first progress. Her marehood quivered, the lips parting slightly between them in mid-wink. There was a brief pause, as Mac felt the tension hold against his flared tip, and then, like a switch, it gave and he plunged forwards. “Aaaah!” Applejack couldn’t help but squeal.

The warmth, soothing tightness, and the gentle caress of his sister’s cunt, Mac didn’t stop, he couldn’t. It was too intoxicating. He pushed further, driving his member deeper in until he felt himself bottom out with the tight grip of her lips kissing his medial ring. Her muscles tightened against the sudden intrusion, still trying to decide whether to push it out or draw it further in.

Mac’s head was spinning. He was taken in awe, unable to think of anything else than the here and the now, engulfed in the flood of sensations. It was only him and Applejack, nothing else mattered. He still couldn’t believe how perfect it was, how easily he’d slid in. Between Applejack’s leaking arousal and his own pre, there was almost no resistance. Once he’d passed the opening, it was slick, velvety, near perfection. With how snugly it fit, squeezing his member, massaging as her muscles adjusted to fit around him, it was almost overwhelming. “Ah—” Mac grunted, “AJ, ya so... tight.”

Mac shook slightly, grunting again. Holding back the building pressure in his loins, he forced himself to pull back. Drawing out, he elicited a whimper of disappointment from Applejack— “Ah—aw...” –the feeling of fullness leaving her, replaced by a longing emptiness. She reflexively clenched on the empty space where his member had once been, trying with all her might to keep Mac from pulling all the way out. She mentally tracked his progress, feeling the slow drag of his flared tip as it crept inch by agonising inch, further out and away from her hold.

Just when she was sure he was about to slip out, and be gone forever, Big Mac clenched his teeth. He tightened his grip and thrust forwards, slamming back down and driving deep into his sister’s depths. “Yah!” she yelped in surprise, before devolving into a puddle of purrs as she felt Mac’s member filling her once more.

He pushed deeper, pressing past the initial wall until he was hilted deep inside her. Their hips slapped together forming a loud, wet, slap, of flank against flesh, each of them moaned in unison.

“Aaaah—” Applejack was the loudest between them, her voice cracking with a scream that reverberated through the bedroom. Mentally, she could’ve sworn she heard the distant popping of her cherry—a soft creak, almost like the hinges of a barn door opening. However, it was quickly forgotten as Big Mac started his motions.

He quickly settled into a steady pace, thrusting in time with his sister’s breathing as he enjoyed the scene. Changing position slightly, Big Mac leaned down and pressed his muzzle into the crook of her neck, taking a deep breath and filling his nose with the sweet smells of her mane.

“Oh...” Applejack moaned. With every stroke, her ears twitched, and her muzzle would scrunch as she shut her eyes. “M—” She was flushed red, barely able to speak as her panting increased. “Yes,” Applejack gasped, “M-more...”

Mac gladly complied, picking up his pace. He thrust faster and deeper, pushing to his very limit on every stroke, bottoming out as his balls slapped loudly against her flank. He could feel the pressure building inside him, the peak slowly approaching with every second, every beat of his heart, and every pulse of Applejack’s marehood against his flesh. Their breaths came in gasps, both flushed red, and trembling as the inevitable climax approached. “Ah—“ Mac gasped—“ah think ah’m gonna—”

With every motion, Mac could feel himself becoming stiff, his muscles tightening, making it harder for him to pull back out. His motions became shorter and more erratic whilst Applejack clenched down around him. Trembling against the bed as her brother rode her, Applejack almost screamed, “Y—yes, Big Mac,” panting between words. She felt her legs give beneath her, slumping forwards as her muscles clenched against the pulsing member inside her. “Do it.” Leaving Big Mac as the only thing holding her up, Applejack screamed out the one phrase running through her mind. “Do it.” She repeated, “Fill my apple, Big Mac!”

“Ah’ll do better than that,” Mac responded with a smug grin. Gathering all his strength, he lifted himself off his sister, pulling her up with him into a standing position on their hind legs. He held her steady, and thrust once, twice—“I’ll make yer apple”— He grunted, and with one last, hard thrust—“bloom!”—he came.

“Aaaaaaa-eee...!” Applejack screamed, squealing at the tops of her lungs. She writhed in absolute ecstasy, unable to pull away—even if she wanted to—as she felt the warming fullness spread through her, filling and spilling out onto the floor below her. Her jaw dropped, tongue hanging out, mind overrun as stars exploded in her eyes. She was hit by wave after wave of pleasure, coming in time with the pulses of her brother’s throbbing cock.

~ ~ ~

Neither Applejack nor Big Mac made so much as a move to get up. They simply lay together, enjoying the moment, awash in the throes of their shared orgasm as they rode it down from their high.

They were completely lost in their own world, so much so that the distant creaking and clatter of a screen door barely even registered in their minds. Nor did they care as the soft clomp, clomp, clomp of hooves sounded through the floor below.

“AJ?” Granny Smith’s voice sounded from downstairs, and Applejack tensed. Her breath caught in her throat, and her ears pricked to the words as they drifted from outside. “Big Mac? Where y’all at?”

“Oh no,” was all Applejack could say, whispering silently under her breath. Snapped from her trance, the memories of earlier came flooding back. Granny Smith, the Riches, Apple Blight, all of it; in her haste she’d completely forgotten about everything. But, above all else, one particular concern leapt to the forefront of her mind. “Mac,” she whispered with a tinge of urgency in her voice. She craned her neck to look over her shoulder. “Did ya’ll remember to lock the door!?”

“Uh....” was Mac’s only reply. The poor stallion, still dazed, lay slumped against Applejack’s back, coupled with her at the waist. He bore a stupid, happy grin as he sunk against her body eyes drooping shut and a string of drool trailing from the tip of his lolling tongue.

“Celestia Damn it, Big Mac,” Applejack swore, squirming beneath the sleeping stallion, “Get off, we got’ta clean this up ‘fore Granny—”

Just as she said that, Applejack froze as a second, this time younger and more masculine, voice shouted from outside. “I think I heard them upstairs.” Applejack blanched, immediately recognising the voice of Mr Rich.

Granny Smith stomped through the hall. Her blood was boiling, and she could feel herself trembling with anger. She strode with a purpose, her arthritis and lumbago forgotten for the moment as she leapt up the flight of stairs. Following Mr Rich’s directions, she headed straight for Applejack’s room.

“Applejack!” she shouted at the tops of her lungs. “Y’all got some explaining t’ do”—

“Granny, wait!” Applejack’s voice shouted from inside the room, just moments too late as Granny Smith rounded the corner and stepped into the open doorway.

“What’s this about me getting Apple...” Granny slowed to a canter, a strong, sharp smell catching the tip of her nose. “...Blight.” Ground to a halt, Granny Smith stood in the doorway, frozen. Her mouth dropped open, working to form words that just didn’t seem to ever come.

“Granny Smith?” Mr Rich’s voice came from up the hall. “What’s going on?” The stallion stepped up behind Granny Smith, rounding the corner with his fiancé—Spoiled Milk—in tow. “Did you fin—Mother Jebediah Almighty!” He cut himself off, almost tripping over his own hooves.

Both Rich and Milk flushed a bright red as the smells of the room hit them; the strong, heavy, stench of sex.

Before them lay—as expected—Applejack on her bed, and—rather unexpected—Big Mac on her back, straddling her as he lapsed into semi-consciousness. Between them, on clear display for all to see, his stallionhood held firm against Applejack’s insides, a white fluid trickling out and staining the floorboards below.

Applejack’s head peeked back at them from behind her brother, flushed as red as his coat, and sporting a wide, awkward grin. “Ah—” She gulped, “Ah can—” Her toothy grin spread slightly wider, as she wilted beneath the glowering stares of the three ponies. “This, uh... ain’t what it looks like?” she chuckled.

Bonus!

“And that,” Applejack said with a definitive nod. Her story done, she leaned back and crossed her hooves, flicking the rim of her hat back to push it out of her eyes –“is why yer room ain’t got a door.”

Apple Bloom, dumbfounded, sat with her haunches rested against the crate. She blinked, then blinked again. She looked to her hooves, and then to Applejack, and blinked once more. “What.”

“That was...” Big Mac started. He shared a glance with Granny Smith, both sporting a bright red flush, thoroughly mortified as they stood on either side of Applejack.

“...needlessly graphic,” she agreed.