Movie Night

by Dandelion Fluff

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Applejack (EqG), Equestria Girls, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Braeburn, Big Macintosh
Length: 20292

Applejack, stressed and tired in the runup to Hearth's Warming, goes to unwind by watching a movie with the boys. But when some old secrets come out Applejack unwinds more than she expected.

When Applejack is stressed out trying to get Sweet Apple Acres in order before Hearth's Warming, she takes a break to join Big Mac and Braeburn for their guys' get-together movie night in the barn. But when the conversation takes an unexpected turn Applejack starts to see her companions in a new light, and decides to take things a few steps further...

No love is stronger than Apple Family love, after all.

A mindless clop story fueled by bad movies and hard cider.

Contains Apple family incest, group sex, stallion on Applejack bestiality.
All characters are 18+

Published 2018-12-14 19:40:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-10-05 09:02:06 UTC

Movie Night 1: Movie Night.

It was a few days before Hearth’s Warming, and it was a rare moment when Sweet Apple Acres was not humming with activity. The preparations were done, but the flood of relatives had not yet come. Granny Smith was visiting her cousin, Uncle Strudel. Apple Bloom was sleeping over at Rarity’s house with her friends. And Applejack was alone in the farmhouse, trying to balance the books for the end of the year.

It had not been a good month for the books. The tractor had burst the leeward flange in the old sprog-jacket motor, and they just didn’t make them like that anymore. She had looked for a replacement, but more and more it looked like they’d have to replace the whole framing rig with a more modern Swesher two-ply.

She had spent the whole evening wondering how she was going to find money for that, and was no closer to a solution.

Meanwhile, Big Mac was down in the barn with Braeburn, having one of their guy nights, watching movies in the Den.

The Den was a charming if shabby home theater Big Mac had set up down there with a white sheet, a projector, a sound system, and an old three-seat couch. It made a surprisingly good viewing experience, although the animals who also lived in the barn tended to make their feelings about the movie known. Still, the critters had gotten used to the pictures, and the Apples had gotten used to Lonestar or Woolsworth or Miss Oinksalot interjecting animal noises into the action.

The two boys had been down there all night, drinking hard cider and, Applejack presumed, talking about ladies, while the distant sounds of WarMovie III: Son of War drifted through the air.

She had put it out of her mind, letting it be only distant background noise as she tried to make the books add up. But as the numbers slipped further out of reach she found herself thinking of them instead.

Braeburn was one year older than Applejack, one year younger than Big Mac. The two boys had been the closest friends since they were kids, and Applejack had known him her whole life. There were no secrets between them. Braeburn had been Applejack’s first preschool crush.

Part of her thought she shouldn’t disturb the boys in their boy time. But another, more insistent part of her thought that she had been crunching the numbers all day and it was time for a break, and that a movie night was exactly what she needed to clear her head and distract her from worrying about how on earth they were going to keep the farm afloat if the tractor broke down.

She left the table and the open books with a sigh, and wandered out to the barn.

She knocked on the door, making it loud to be sure they could hear her over the sounds of the action scene. “Mind if Ah join ya?”

The two young men both turned and glanced back at her over the back of the couch. Braeburn smiling wide, and Big Mac smiling subdued, they scooted over to the sides, giving Applejack room in the middle. She jumped over the back of the couch and plopped down.

Big Mac offered her a can of cider from the cooler. “Gettin’ anywhere?”

“Nope. But Ah think Ah’ve earned a break.” She accepted the cider, cracked it open, and took a long swig. “Ahh… That hit the spot.”

She turned her attention to the film. The two strong yet sensitive brothers in arms had been ambushed, and amid many explosions and gunshots their third companion had been killed, and the two of them were punching things, and swearing revenge, and punching each other, and crying in each other’s arms and staring out towards the distance with steely eyes as they vowed to go on fighting until the fighting was done.

“The series really lost something when Dirk Dagger left,” Braeburn remarked, and Big Mac murmured his agreement.

“Was he the one who died?” Applejack asked.

“No, he’s the brother,” Braeburn said. “The one who died was Ball Bowl, who came back in the next movie in another role. But the brother was replaced by Wake Warning, who completely lacks Dirk Dagger’s chemistry with Action Ache.”

“We’ll never forget you, Action Ache,” Big Mac said, and raised his can, a gesture mirrored by Braeburn, and then Applejack. Then, as one, they guzzled their drinks.

With the icy can in her hands and the alcoholic beverage bubbling in her belly, Applejack felt herself beginning to relax. Ah needed that.

“This is just like old times,” she said, leaning against Big Mac’s side. “Reminds me of when we were kids, and you let me tag along and watch that godawful warrior woman movie.”

“Hey, Warrior Woman VI was a classic,” Braeburn said.

Applejack snorted. “It was the worst one in the series. It completely derailed her character development and didn’t even continue the storyline from Warrior Woman V.”

“Warrior Woman isn’t about the story. It’s about the feeling of discovery!”

“And the subtext,” Big Mac added.

“Right. That goes without saying.”

Applejack tried to take another sip of cider, but found that her can was empty. “Gimme another one of those, willya?” Big Mac obliged, and she cracked it open and took a sip. “Thanks.”

On the improvised screen, the main characters were shooting people in tune with music that only they knew, playing in their minds, shots punctuating beats and bringing to their minds nights of dancing back home, before the war changed everything, before the war changed them. Applejack drank cider.

“Well, Vivica and Michaela are great characters,” Applejack said after a while. “But the director and the script writers ain’t got a clue how to use ‘em. They keep tryin’ ta build them up as superheroines when really Vivica is just tryin’ to rebuild her life after she lost her home.”

“People think the romance subplots just got worse with each new installment,” Braeburn agreed. “But that’s part of the scheme. They just don’t get what the creators are going for.”

“Ah liked that guy from Warrior Woman V, what was his name? Dustin. But then after all that buildup, and after ending on that cliffhanger, they started VI by putting him on a bus and blowing up his hometown, killed him offstage! Vivica earned that happily ever after. But nooo, they had to keep the franchise alive so they started over with someone new.”

“No, cuz, it’s art,” Braeburn insisted. “It’s about how the best things in life are fleeting, and how the reality of getting what you thought you wanted can’t compare to what you imagined beforehand.”

“Ah shouldn’t have jerked you off, then,” Applejack said with a laugh, then immediately froze as both men’s heads snapped to look at her.

The blood drained from her face, and her pupils shrank to pinpricks. “Oh… oh my god, I can’t believe I just said that!” She clambered unsteadily up from the couch. “I – Ah should go.”

“Hey now, hold on,” Braeburn put a hand on her arm. “AJ, wait!”

“Ah already knew,” Big Mac said hurriedly. “It’s okay, AJ! Ah already know. Aint nothing to worry about.”

“Ah – Ah – wait, whaddaya mean you already know?!” Applejack switched suddenly from shock to anger. “You knew? How did you know?!”

“Ah told him!” Braeburn said. There was silence for a moment as Applejack stared down at her cousin with matronly indignation. He squirmed. “Listen, AJ, I’m sorry, but Big Mac’s my best bud. He always has been. We tell each other everything.”

“Everythin’,” Big Mac nodded in agreement.

“But Apple’s honor, I swear I’d never tell another soul.”

“Apple’s honor,” Big Mac said with a nod.

Applejack felt a good part of her fear and anger leave her. Like a Pinkie Promise, Apple honor meant something. If Braeburn said he’d told no-one, he hadn’t. But a second fear suddenly crawled up her spine into her head as she put two and two together.

“Y’share everythin’,” Applejack repeated, looking nervously at her brother. “Does that mean…?”

Big Mac hesitated, then nodded. “Everythin’.”

Braeburn cleared his throat. “You mean about that time you and Big Mac…? Because… yeah. He told me about that.”

Applejack’s cheeks burned bright red as her remaining shock and anger washed away to be replaced by embarrassment. “Well, since you’ve heard it, Ah hope you enjoyed the story,” Applejack muttered.

“Ah did,” Braeburn said cheerfully. “Though, you know your brother, he was pretty tight-lipped with the details.”

Her cheeks flushed and she avoided meeting his eyes as she sat back down on the couch. “Ah just wouldn’t want you to get the wrong idea,” she muttered. “Ah aint that kinda girl.”

“If y’want him to get the right idea, you should tell him the story yourself,” Big Mac said.

There was a moment of silence in which Applejack glared daggers at her brother.

“…We were drunk,” Applejack began. “We were out on the town late, and we were both a little silly. Ah was dancing in the living room, Ah tripped, and he caught me.”

“She fell on me,” Big Mac clarified.

“He was there to catch me, is the point. And…” She squirmed, glancing away as she recalled the memories. “Ah sort of elbowed him.”

“Right in the package,” Big Mac said.

“Ah was sort of pressed up against him. And… Ah was drunk, and horny, and he was hard. And Ah apologized, and apologized, and Ah – kinda – sorta—”

She waited for Big Mac to finish for her. He didn’t. Her face was burning, her cheeks almost as red as his shirt. “Y’really gonna make me tell the whole thing?” Applejack’s face burned under the gaze of her two kinsmen. “Fine! So Ah offered to kiss it to make it better. Ah dunno why, it was a stupid drunk joke. And he said it would take more than that. And he was angry and so Ah got angry cuz it was an honest accident. So Ah said ‘fine, Ah’ll give ya a blowjob!’ And he looked at me like Ah’d gone crazy, which, maybe Ah had, but Ah wasn’t backing down. And when he saw that Ah meant it… he said yup. So… We went over to the couch, right there in the farmhouse… and Ah undid his fly, and… Ah pulled down his pants and his boxers, and Ah… Ah looked him right in the eyes and Ah did it. And Ah didn’t stop until he finished. And we never talked about it again, and that’s the whole story.”

“Don’t be coy, AJ,” Big Mac said. “You put on a show, y’were having fun.”

Braeburn raised his eyebrows. “What did she do?”

Big Mac looked to AJ, waiting to see if she would say. When she didn’t, he continued.

“She swallowed,” Big Mac said. “She took it all in her mouth, and she made a show of swirlin’ it around with her tongue. Then she looked me right in the eyes and closed her mouth and swallowed, opened up again to show that it was all gone.”

Applejack choked in embarrassment and turned away, her face still burning. “…Well, Ah didn’t want ya to feel cheated. When Ah say Ah’ll give a blowjob, Ah’m gonna give it mah all.”

Braeburn raised an eyebrow, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a smile. “Wow, AJ, I wish I’d known you were that kinda gal. I would have sent you flowers every Hearts & Hands Day.”

“It was just the one time!” Applejack protested. “Ah aint that kinda girl! Ah don’t want any gossip or rumors or stereotypes about inbred southern hicks in this family! It was just a – a one-time thing!” She crossed her arms across her chest, unintentionally drawing their attention to it. “Yeah, Ah did it. Ah said Ah’d do it, and Ah’m a lady of mah word!”

“Apple’s honor,” Braeburn said, and raised a can of cider in salute, a gesture Big Mac mirrored. “Hell, cuz, you don’t have to tell me. But don’t worry, Mac and I can keep a secret. We don’t kiss and tell.”

“Eeyup.”

Applejack’s shoulders slumped forward. Big Mac passed her a can of cider, and she took it with a muttered thank you, and took a big sip. “Ah can’t believe Ah told that story,” Applejack said, quietly mortified.

“Don’t feel bad,” Braeburn said. “We’re all friends here.”

“Ah ain’t even told my best friends that story.” She glared down at the can in her hand. “What’s in this? Did they change the proof on these?”

“Hey,” Braeburn nudged her. “Would it make ya feel better if I told an embarrassing story too?”

“It’d have to be a doozy to compare to that one.” Applejack said. “…Can’t hurt, though.”

Big Mac and Braeburn looked at each other, and Applejack thought they were discussing it without saying a word, communicating only in glances, shifts of the mouth, and eyebrows.

It was Big Mac who finally spoke. “Ah taught Braeburn how to masturbate when he was twelve,” he said. “Ah’d just figured it out myself, an’, well, we share everything. So that summer, we were at camp, and one night lying in our tent, Ah told him about it. An’ he was kinda slow getting the idea at first. So Ah reached over and Ah showed him.”

“And afterward I repaid the favor,” Braeburn said. “So you know you’ve got nothing to worry about from us, cuz.”

Applejack’s face turned red again as she imagined the two of them getting each other off, out in the woods, in a tent. “Mah gosh,” she said quietly, her breathing suddenly slightly heavier. “Sounds like quite a summer.”

She remembered those years very well. She was just becoming gradually aware of her changing body, and the strange new sensations and passions that came with it. And then all summer, and many times besides, whenever there was work needed doing on the farm, there was cousin Braeburn coming over to stay and help out, as tireless on the job as Big Mac himself.

Applejack remembered seeing the two young men coming home after a day in the fields, shirts dark with sweat, their skin tan and muscles toned, telling jokes as they both rinsed off in the barn shower before coming back indoors. She remembered racing up the stairs to her bedroom window when she heard the tractor come near, waiting for their arrival, her eyes lingering on their sight of their bodies before shaking it off…

“Ah remember that summer,” Applejack said, thinking. “You came to stay over a lot after that.”

The two men both blushed lightly. Applejack barely noticed, thinking back to the memories of her own adolescence. She looked at her cousin.

“Ah kinda had a crush on you,” Applejack admitted.

“I had a crush on you,” Braeburn said. “Mac and I both thought you were the prettiest girl in town. Still are, for that matter.”

“We’d lie awake at night, talkin’ bout girls,” Big Mac said. “An’ it was never long before your name came up… The other girls couldn’t compete.”

Applejack gave a sly smile. “So when Ah gave ya that drunken blowjob it was a dream come true?”

Big Mac stammered, letting out a few deep sounds of hemming and hawing, then fell silent.

“He couldn’t believe his luck,” Braeburn answered for him. “When he told me about it, he could barely string a sentence together, even more so’n usual. It was the hottest thing’d ever happened to him in his life.”

Big Mac blushed lightly, and nodded. “…Yeah, it was. Y’know… Ah kinda cursed my luck, bein’ the one boy in town who couldn’t ask ya out. But at least Ah had that memory.”

“Hell, Big Mac,” Applejack said softly, looking at her brother. “Why didn’t ya say so?”

He shrugged. “Ah was waiting to see if you’d say anythin’, the day after, and ya didn’t. So Ah thought you regretted it, and Ah didn’t wanna make ya uncomfortable.”

“Ya big galoot,” Applejack said, and wrapped her arms around her brother and gave him a big hug. “Luv ya, Mac.”

He put his arm around her and rubbed her back. “Love you too, sis.”

“Yeah… and Ah… Even if it was a drunken mistake… Ah don’t exactly regret that blowjob,” Applejack admitted. “And Ah don’t exactly regret that time with you out in the fields, cousin.”

“Well, you did say you had a crush on me,” Braeburn said smile.

“Ah could never tell ya,” Applejack said. “Ah mean, imagine if anybody found out… But that time we were out in the fields together… Ah knew it was wrong, but… Ah just couldn’t help mahself.”

“Well, I didn’t think it was wrong,” Braeburn said. “So what if we’re cousins? Really, what’s it matter?”

“It’d matter if anybody found out!”

“To hell with the tattlers,” Braeburn said. “To hell with the gossips. Everybody does stupid stuff that hurts themselves and those around them, and nobody cares. Hell, it’s not like we wouldn’t use protection. It’s not like we’re gonna have kids. The truth is this: people just love to make fun of the country hicks, and there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it, so you might as well do what makes you happy. So long as you aint hurting anyone it’s none of their damn business.”

Big Mac nodded.

“Wow, Braeburn,” Applejack said. “Ah didn’t know you had such a way with words.”

“A minor in social anthropology’s gotta be good for somethin’, after all.”

Applejack chuckled. “Heh. Ah’ll stick to farming, Ah think. College life sounds like too much writin’ papers for my tastes. Ah was never any good at writing class notes even. Although…” Applejack smirked and gave a sly wink to her brother. “Maybe we should compare notes about Big Mac, since we’ve both studied him so well! Then, the next time Ah need a big favor Ah’ll know just what buttons to push.”

“Well, ya do have a silver tongue,” Big Mac said with a twinkle in his eye. “But careful, it goes both ways. We both know what you like too, cuz.”

“Well, maybe we’ll just have to see what happens when push comes to shove,” Braeburn said. “All three of us know each other equally well – it’s a Mexicolt standoff! Like in the movie!”

Applejack grinned. “Right? We’ll be sittin’ in a triangle, each of us reaching one hand t’one of the others—” she snickered, “—and we’re all – hnngh – we’re all waiting to see who shoots first?”

All three of them broke down in laughter that drowned out the sound of the movie, and greatly confused the barn’s other inhabitants.

Eventually the laughter petered out, reduced to wheezing snorts and giggles and hands slapping the armrests, and they returned to a comfortable silence while the film played on. Applejack breathed a sigh of relief. Ah don’t know why Ah worried, she thought. Ah know these two won’t judge me.

She was half-sitting, half-lying on the couch. She leaned into Big Mac’s side, his arm around her, her head resting on his shoulder, looking for all the world as if she were his girlfriend. And on the other side, her legs lay over Braeburn’s legs, his arms resting on her shins.

How lucky am Ah, to have such good kinfolk. Strong and dependable and handsome.

Sitting there, Applejack was overcome with a longing for the past. A time before the cares of the present, when it was just her and her brother and her cousin, without the complications of magic or the cares of running the farm and caring for her little sister and her granny, of always having to put on a brave face and be a good role model.

Ah’m sitting here with two big, strong, handsome men that Ah love.

Again the image of the two of them hitting the shower filled her head, and she felt herself growing warmer. She thought of what they had told her about the two of them lying awake at night, talking about her, and maybe more than talkin’…

Her bedroom was next to theirs. She had lain awake those summer nights imagining having a big strong feller or two in bed with her, and maybe just a few feet away they had been imagining the same about her…

She felt herself getting wet just thinking about it.

She turned and looked at their faces, back to focusing on the film as if nothing had happened.

Maybe, just once, Ah should enjoy mahself and not worry.

Well… Honesty is the best policy.

She drew a deep breath and sat up.

“Fuck it,” Applejack said, her voice cutting into the film’s soundtrack, and the two boys turned to listen. “It’s almost Hearth’s Warming Eve. Let’s say that for tonight, everything goes. An’ it’s okay to do anything we want. Anythin’ at all!” She looked side to side, from one to the other. They were watching her with curiosity. She put on a sultry smile, and ran her hand across Big Mac’s leg, and felt him draw a sharp hiss of breath, tense like a fiddle string ready to be stroked. She sat up, and stretched her leg across Braeburn’s waist, and she could see the surprise, and willingness, in their eyes. “You boys have been fantasizing about me for a long time. Ah think it’s time we did something about it. So which one of you wants to kiss me first?”

“Wow, cuz,” Braeburn said with an intrigued sparkle in his eye. “What’s gotten into you tonight?”

“Nothin’ yet,” Applejack said, internally surprised at her own daring and resolving to continue in that vein. “But the night is still young, so I’m hoping that’ll change.”

“Damn, AJ,” Big Mac murmured uncertainly, his breath warm on her neck. “Are ya sure about this?”

She smiled seductively at her brother, and relished the expression on his face. He was caught between lust and caution, his strong will and his strong body struggling against each other. “Ah’m sure,” she whispered, sidling up between them. “Ah wanna give you boys a present. Just for tonight… Let’s say that anything goes. No carin’ about the gossips or about the rules, an’ it’s okay to do anything we want. All those years you talked about what you wanted to do to me… Just for tonight, Ah wanna do it all. Anything y’like. Apple’s honor.”

His hand reached up and stroked her hair, seemingly without noticing that he was doing it. He bit his lip uncertainly. “Right here in the barn?”

“Why not? It’s warm.”

His eyes darted left and right. “With all the animals watching?”

Applejack glanced around at the various animals in their pens: the pigs, the sheep, Lonestar in his stable. They couldn’t know the strange drama playing out among the humans, but they were watching the commotion nonetheless. Applejack felt a wicked thrill run through her, and she grinned. “They can watch if they like. They won’t tell.” She smiled seductively at her big brother. “Now kiss me.”

He took hold of her and pulled her close, and they kissed. She moaned softly into his mouth as their tongues met, her eyes rolled back in her head.

She broke off from the kiss for a moment, and turned to look back at her cousin, who sat staring with wide eyes and an open mouth. “Come on, cuz, join the party,” she said, and returned to kissing her brother.

Braeburn didn’t need any more encouragement. He pressed against her from behind, his hands on her sides, kissing up and down her neck. She took his hands in hers and brought them to her breasts, and he squeezed them through her shirt, making her moan louder. “Aww yeah, that’s it, don’t be shy…”

“Damn, cuz, your tits are amazing,” he said breathily in her ear as he hungrily rolled them in his hands.

Applejack couldn’t stop herself from grinning at the compliment, and at the pleasurable sensation of her sensitive flesh being fondled. “We grow ‘em big on the farm,” she said proudly. “You a breast man, cuz? You’ve wanted to feel these for a long time, aintcha?”

“Hell yes,” he murmured in her ears.

“Too bad all this fabric’s in the way… Let’s do something about that.” She pushed herself up on her feet and pulled on their arms to follow. “Come on, boys, strip me down.”

Big Mac dropped down to the floor and began to unbutton the fly of his sister’s jeans slowly, his eyes locked on her crotch. His big fingers deftly loosened one button at a time, and tugged the jeans down. He murmured in dumbstruck appreciation as he caught sight of her panties.

Above, Braeburn had reluctantly torn his hands away from Applejack’s chest to unbutton her shirt.

Applejack bit her lower lip in eager anticipation. The little breaths and murmurs of desire her brother and cousin were making as they uncovered more of her body filled her with fire, making her feel sexy and loved. All her doubts had washed away, and now she only wanted to show them both how wild she could be…

That thought was punctuated by a sudden jolt of pleasure that made her shudder and cry out weakly. Big Mac had pulled her jeans down around her knees, and leaned in and gave a lick right across her panties. She could feel the warmth of his broad tongue through the thin fabric, and it made her squirm in Braeburn’s grip.

Her cousin held her tight: her shirt now unbuttoned, he had pulled it open and was back to massaging her tits through her bra, cupping her flesh in his hands. Her nipples were stiff, and pressed against his skin, wanting to be pinched.

Big Mac ran his big strong hands up her legs, his touch surprisingly gentle along her skin, and it made her hair stand on end. He brought his fingers to the band of her panties, stretched them out, and pulled them down. He drew a sharp breath as he revealed her naked sex. He stared at her puffy, swollen lips, almost bare but for a little patch of blonde fuzz above her lips. She was already wet, and a string of her fluid connected to the fabric where a dark spot had formed from her arousal.

Applejack pushed Braeburn away and let her shirt fall to the floor. She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her crumpled pants and panties, leaving her naked save for her bra. With a quick glance she gave her cousin permission, and he unfastened it with dexterous fingers, and she let it drop.

She sighed happily and stretched her arms up, letting her kinsmen drink in the sight of her firm, naked body. She met their eyes with a wicked grin. “Let’s take this back to the couch,” she said. “Ah kinda wanna catch the end of the flick.”

Her hips swayed as she sauntered back to the couch, smiling as she felt the two hungry men’s gaze burning on her rear, knowing what effect her butt could have on them. She sat down in the center seat and patted the cushions to her left and right, inviting them to sit down.

They did, and went back to work, kissing her, one running his lips down her neck and onto her bare shoulders while the other took her mouth. Their hands ran down her naked flesh, caressing her teats and stroking her bare legs. She pulled them close and ran her hands down their legs, rubbing their packages trough their jeans, feeling their hardness pressing against the constricting fabric.

“Come on, let those bad boys out,” Applejack said with a giggle as she reached down to unzip Big Mac’s fly. He leaned back and spread his legs, letting her work, and she gasped softly as he sprang to attention under his boxers. She licked her lips and pulled the underwear over the rod before leaning in and giving it a lick, relishing the hungry, contented sound her big brother made in response.

Behind her, Braeburn had his hands on her butt cheeks, sinking his fingers into them and admiring the sight. Applejack looked back at him with a smirk. “You too, cuz,” she said. “Get those pants off. Ah wanna inspect your soldiers.”

He obeyed, and pulled down his pants and let his cock stand free, looking at her with a charmingly roguish smirk.

Applejack sat back on the couch between them and took hold of them with one hand each, and began to stroke them. She licked her lips as she worked their rods slowly, eagerly, delighting in their warmth. At the same time her whole body was open for the men to explore, and they didn’t hesitate. Their hands roamed all over her naked skin, stroking her thighs, playing with her breasts… And it wasn’t long before their fingers found their way between her legs to her wet lips, and pushed easily inside her slick opening.

She moaned “Oh yeah,” as their fingers penetrated her sex, and spread her legs wide for them. “Y’like my body, boys?”

“Eeyup,” Mac said, his voice hoarse with barely suppressed desire.

“You’re beautiful, cuz,” Braeburn agreed. “More’n I coulda imagined.”

Applejack grinned. “You’ve imagined me naked a lot, huh?”

“Hundreds of times,” Braeburn admitted with a chuckle. “At least.”

“You poor boy!” Applejack said. “Well, tonight’s your chance to live the dream, so don’t be shy.” She tightened her hand around his shaft and stroked him faster. “Ah wanna live out your boyhood fantasies. Anythin’ you want… Y’wanna fuck your cousin’s wet pussy?”

“Yes,” he moaned, almost growled as he instinctively thrust his hips forward into her strokes. “I want to fuck you so bad… I want to throw you down on this ratty old couch and fuck your brains out, right here in this barn.”

Applejack gasped in mock-shock, and turned to her brother. “Big Mac, are ya gonna let him talk about your sister that way?”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac said with a smirk. He sat back, and Applejack briefly regretted the feeling of his finger withdrawing from her entrance. “Go for it, Brae. Fuck my little sister until she screams.”

Before Applejack could say another word she felt her cousin’s arms grab her and found herself pushed down on her back under his weight. She lay flat on the couch, her heart beating, while above her Braeburn was pulling off his shirt, and kicking his pants off around his ankles. His hands groped her sensitive mounds, and she arced her back instinctively in response, letting him do as he pleased.

He stared down at her chest, spellbound, kneading her tits in his hands, breathing heavily through his open mouth. Applejack felt his hard rod pressing against her flesh, and she put her hands on his shoulders.

Their eyes met, the two cousins looking at each other with warm, lust-filled eyes. Lying beneath him, Applejack spread her legs wide. “Happy Hearth’s Warming,” she said with a smile. “Ah hope you like your present.”

“Love ya, cuz,” Braeburn said, as he shifted his hips to rest his rod against her lips. He rubbed against her slick wet folds, coating his dick in her juices, the lined his tip up with her entrance, and thrust himself inside her.

“Ah!” Applejack cried out as her cousin penetrated her, his cock sending a rush of pleasure through her pussy, and continued with a series of moans as he began to fuck her.

“Oh, cuz,” Braeburn murmured, sweat forming on his brow as he plowed into her flesh. “Your pussy feels so good… Even better than I imagined.”

“Your dick is amazing,” Applejack moaned as Braeburn pumped in and out of her, his slick rod quickly bringing her to heights of pleasure she hadn’t imagined earlier that day. She lay back on the couch, her breasts bouncing with his every thrust, grinning as she saw her lover’s eyes locked on them. “She ran her hands over his strong shoulders, up along his neck, and through his soft hair. Fuck me, Brae, don’t stop! Bury your dick in your cousin’s pussy!”

She turned her head to see Big Mac, leaning naked against one of the stables, his hand stroking his big dick as he watched the two of them go at it. The sight only aroused her more. “Enjoying the show?” Applejack asked with a smile.

Big Mac nodded. “Go on, sis. Make Braeburn happy. He’s been dreaming of this since we were fifteen, and I wanna watch it happen.”

“Well, shoot,” Applejack giggled, twisting her hips to meet her cousin’s thrusts, “if Ah’d known you like to watch then Ah might have brought guys home more often.”

Big Mac smirked. “Maybe you should.”

Applejack felt a thrill run through her as she imagined continuing these adventures beyond this day. It’s only dirty talk. It doesn’t mean anything, This is just a one-time thing, Ah’m just playing out the fantasy. “Maybe Ah will,” she said playfully, “but only if you promise to fuck me yourself afterward.”

He chuckled, and licked his lips. “Eeyup.”

Applejack looked back to Braeburn. “Yeah, fuck me cuz… Y’can use mah body any way y’want, all night long… Ah want to live out all yer fantasies…!”

Braeburn hammered her like a machine, and Applejack cried out her lust to the barn. Between his cock in her pussy, his strong body pinning her down and using her, and the sight of her brother standing nearby watching her while stroking his cock, Applejack had never been so horny in her life. She felt like a river was gushing out of her, and it was carrying her to her first orgasm more swiftly than she’d ever known. Ah’m a real incest slut, aint I? Ah let mah cousin fuck me and Ah love it.

She chased the shame away as her legs locked around Braeburn’s waist. Her fingers dug into the couch and her eyes rolled back in her head as her first orgasm hit her, and she screamed as her quim clenched tight around Braeburn’s cock.

“Oh fuck!” Braeburn shouted as he hit his limit. His strong hands squeezed tightly on Applejack’s tits as his whole body tensed, and he fired his cum deep inside her. “I love you, cuz!”

“Ah love you, Braeburn!” Applejack managed to reply as pleasure overwhelmed her. She felt Braeburn’s cum shooting deep into her, trying to make its way into her womb. “Ah’m your little sister farm slut and Ah love it! AAAHhhh!”

Applejack slumped back on the couch as her delicious first orgasm ran its course through her body, leaving her feeling utterly relaxed and serene. Her legs were splayed wide. Braeburn’s body rested on top of her, his rod softening inside her, the fire in her loins turning to a pleasant tingle. She felt his seed pooling inside her, and smiled.

She glanced over at her brother, who was still rock hard, slowly stroking himself as he watched them, and she bit her lip as the fire roared back to life again.

Braeburn pulled out of Applejack with a contented sigh. “That was incredible.”

“Yeah,” Applejack said in a sultry voice. “But we aint done yet. Are we, Big Mac?”

Big Mac shook his head slowly, with a knowing smile. “Nope.”

Applejack spread her arms and legs, displaying her naked body for him. “Ah’m ready for ya, big brother. Wanna fuck your sister silly?”

Big Mac grinned, and stepped towards her. But rather than lie down on the couch, he pulled her arms so she was sitting, and nodded towards a corner.

Applejack looked. Further down the barn Mac had stacked some bales of hay to waist-height, and laid down a blanket on top to form a bed. Applejack couldn’t help but smile. “Y’wanna roll in the hay?”

“If you’re gonna be our farm slut, we should do it right,” Big Mac said with amusement.

Applejack giggled. “It can be a new Hearth’s Warming tradition.”

Big Mac and Braeburn both took hold of her and lifted her up, Big Mac supporting her torso while Braeburn supported her hips and, Applejack noticed, didn’t miss the chance to caress her rear lovingly. The two men carried her to the hay bed, each like a groom carrying his bride across the threshold.

Applejack felt more at ease than she had been in years, completely safe in the strong arms of her two lovers, men she’d known and loved her whole life.

They laid her down gently, and she stretched out languidly, and rubbed her legs together. The blanket was soft and smooth against her naked skin.

She looked at the two nude Apple men, tall and muscular and hard, watching her with sultry, desire-filled glances, and she grinned like she’d done as a little girl on Hearth’s Warming morning in anticipation of the fucking she was about to receive. “All this, for little old me? Ah am a lucky girl!”

Her brother stepped up to the foot of the hay bed. Applejack lay flat on her back, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. She looked down between her cleavage at her big brother’s naked body standing over her, his big dick hard and ready for her. She gave him her best come hither-glance, and opened her legs.

He climbed up onto the bed and positioned his body on top of her, and suddenly they were face to face, mere inches of air separating their skin. Their eyes met. “We’re really gonna do this, aint we?” he asked softly, and she nodded.

“…By the way, Big Mac? About that drunken blowjob?” Big Mac nodded. Applejack blushed as she brought back the memory again, but it was time to be honest. “…Ah fuckin’ loved it.”

Big Mac smiled. “Ah know you did. An’ you were great.”

Applejack blushed and felt a giddy flutter in her chest. “...Thanks. Ah’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“Gonna enjoy this more,” Big Mac said, and leaned in and kissed her.

Applejack whimpered softly as his tongue pressed into her mouth, and she pressed right back, clinging to him as his naked body weighed her down.

The kiss went on for a long time before Big Mac broke it, leaving Applejack panting and moaning sadly. “Love ya, AJ,” Big Mac said. He glanced down, and Applejack followed his sight to see his shaft, rock hard and rearing to go, lined up to her entrance. “Ready?”

She nodded.

Applejack felt Big Mac press the head of his cock against her slick pussy, and push his way inside her. She let out a gasp that turned to a long, tender moan as her big brother began to fuck her with firm, slow thrusts.

“Oh mah gosh…” Her inner walls clung to his thick manhood as he pushed in and out of her wet hole, each thrust a little deeper than the last. “Oh… That’s so good…”

Pleasure clouded her mind, robbing her of any idea why she’d resisted what now felt like the most natural thing in the world. Instinctively she spread her legs wider, inviting him all the way inside her. “Fuck me,” she moaned. “Oh mah gawd, Mac, fuck me!”

His one hand kneaded her breast, and she squirmed under him, urging him on with her hands. “You like this?” He asked. “You wanna be my little sister fucktoy?”

“Yeah,” she moaned. “Ah’m your little sister farm slut! Ah’ll do anythin’ you want, just don’t stop… Just fuck me with your amazing cocks!”

Big Mac smirked. “Well then, we can’t leave our cousin out, can we? Hey Braeburn, you ready for another round?”

“Sure am, cuz,” Braeburn said. Applejack glanced at him. He was standing at the side of the bed watching them, slowly stroking his rock hard dick that glistened with Applejack’s juices. The sight sent another jolt of excitement through her body, and her flesh quivered around her brother’s cock.

Big Mac halted, pushed himself up on his knees, and took a firm grip of his sister’s hips. He pulled her body along the bed, and turned her around so she was lying across the short side, which left Big Mac standing on the floor, her legs dangling off the side, and her head hanging off the other side, looking up, upside-down, at her cousin. His face up above, looking down at her with amusement, and his junk right by her face, close enough to reach out and touch.

“Comfy, AJ?” Big Mac asked, and she nodded. “Now there’s room for all of us… Hey Brae, you’ve wanted a blowjob from my sister for years,” Big Mac said, making Applejack blush. “Ah think mah sister would love to show ya how much she loves to suck cock. Aint that right, AJ?”

Applejack looked up at Braeburn, and found her gaze transfixed by his rod, his hand stroking it. Suddenly she could only think about how delicious it looked. Her heart fluttered and her face burned to hear her brother talk about her that way. She licked her lips, and smiled at her cousin. “Ah’d like that.”

“That’s what Ah like to hear,” her brother said. “Now put that mouth to work.”

“Yes sir,” Applejack said. Ah love it when he’s all commanding. “Cousin Braeburn, may I please clean your cock with mah mouth?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Braeburn said and stepped forward. Applejack tilted her head back over the edge of the hay bed at the perfect height for her open mouth to line up with his cock.

“...That is fucking beautiful,” Braeburn said, staring down at her lusty face with awe. “Will you be okay to breathe down there, AJ? If you need air, just give me a push, okay?”

Applejack chuckled weakly. “Such a gentleman, is mah dear cousin. Yeah, that’s fine…” She closed her eyes and drew a deep breath. “Ah’m ready.”

She tilted her head back, and he brought his manhood to her mouth, and she eagerly opened up receive it as he slid inside her.

She began to bob her head back and forth, making him gasp. “Oh… Oh fuck, cuz, you’re so beautiful…” he said. He stroked her hair gently with his fingers, then moved his hands down and squeezed her chest.

Meanwhile, she felt Big Mac’s strong hands pull her legs apart and raise them up, one hand behind each of her knees, and held her legs in place exactly where he wanted them.

Giving him a nice view of mah pussy while he fucks me.

That thought stuck in her mind, and made her entire body tingle as she imagined how she must look from their point of view, how the sight of her naked body, wide open and presented for their pleasure, must be burning them up.

Her head was swimming. She had never felt this way before in her life. She was no stranger to shacking up, but this was the best sex she’d ever had, nothing else had even come close. Her womanhood was gushing, and picturing her position, so open and visible, on display for her lovers, was driving her crazy. She gobbled her lovers up, her head bobbing voraciously on her cousin’s cock.

Ah guess Ah love being watched. Ah never knew Ah was such a slut.

“Suck it… Your mouth feels so good,” Applejack heard Braeburn’s voice speaking from directly above her. She couldn’t see him, but she could picture herself as he saw her, naked underneath him, her chin working and her tongue sticking out to taste as much of his cock as she could. “Do ya taste that? That cock that was just buried deep in your wet pussy… Ya like that, cuz?”

“Mm-hm,” Applejack grunted in affirmation before opening her lips and running her tongue around the shaft. “Ah love it… Ah love the taste of my pussy on a nice hard cock… Ah should do this every night…!”

“You should,” Braeburn said. “But Big Mac’ll get all the fun… you should come out to Appleoosa more often.”

Braeburn resumed kneading and playing with Applejack’s breasts, and Applejack’s eyes rolled back in her head. Ah could let him do that forever.

She rested her hands on his legs, and they quickly found a rhythm for how deep he could push into her, and how long she could go before he had to pull back to allow her more air.

They kept going like this for several minutes: Applejack slowly getting fucked by her brother, at the pace the farm boy used for chores, that told Applejack he was going to stay there all day and not get tired. She felt her tits bounce up and down as the two of them fucked her from opposite sides. Her pussy stretched around Big Mac’s cock and gripped him tightly with each thrust, he drove his entire length inside her and it drove her crazy. Her mouth was filled with the taste of Braeburn’s skin and his cock and his precum and she loved every second of it.

Her ears perked up as Braeburn began to speak above her. “Hey Mac… This is really happening.”

“Nngh… Eeyup.”

“We’re doing Applejack. We have her,” his hands clenched tight around her mounds and Applejack shuddered in pleasure, “lying naked on a bed in the barn and we’re fucking her from both sides, just like we imagined. Dammit she’s beautiful…”

Yeah, tell me what you want to do to me.

“Yup,” Big Mac said, his voice a lusty growl. “Just like we always wanted… Her pussy’s amazing, Brae.”

“I love her hard nipples,” Braeburn said, and shifted from kneading her mounds to pinching her tips. “We should’ve done this years ago. She loves it.”

“Eeyup… She sure does,” Big Mac replied, and Applejack could hear the smile in his voice even if she couldn’t see it.

She shuddered in pleasure as Big Mac rammed her hard with a single powerful thrust, which Braeburn met by pressing his cock deep in her throat. “Remember how we used to lie awake at night, talking about what we’d do to her, and rubbing it out,” her cousin continued. “Ah jerked off so many times thinking about this and now it’s happening.”

More tell me more.

Applejack quivered and writhed in pleasure underneath them. She strained her ears to hear every word. For some reason listening to them talking about her was driving her mad with desire. She enjoyed the dirty talk but… listening to the boys bonding over her body, and the pleasure she was giving them, was making her burn up. Though her lips were wrapped around her cousin’s shaft, she couldn’t help but try to smile. With her hands she pulled him in, letting him go deeper.

“Oh fuck, she likes that,” Braeburn said with a chuckle.

“She sure does,” Big Mac agreed. “Her pussy’s incredible… it’s getting wetter every second. She fucking loves this. Look at her clit, it’s standing up like a little cock.”

His one hand let go of her leg and pinched the flesh around her nub, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her whole body that made her thrash and squirm. She let out a loud moan, muffled around her cousin’s cock. “Are ya gonna come, AJ? Is mah little sister gonna cum on my cock?” His strong hands released her other leg and her clit and took hold of her hips. “Want me to fuck you harder, sis? If you do, then play with your clit!”

Without hesitation, Applejack immediately reached her right hand down and began to stroke her clit. Her head was swimming, caught in a lusty daze where all she knew was that she had to keep the two men fucking her as long as possible. She squealed in glee as she felt her brother go harder and faster in response, bringing her closer and closer to another orgasm.

Big Mac pounded her pussy with deep and powerful strokes, sending ripples through her entire body, while her mouth eagerly sucked Braeburn’s head. She was getting lightheaded from lack of air but the yummy cock in her mouth made her not even care. Operating entirely on instinct she pulled both her lovers deeper inside her with her legs and her free arm. They pushed forward together, squeezing her between them and forcing her to take ever more inches of their meat inside her. Big Mac sank his fingers into her butt cheeks as he pounded her, and Braeburn put his hands on the back of Applejack’s head to hold her in place as he fucked her face, letting her tits jiggle freely as her body was rammed from both sides.

Mentally, Applejack was squealing in delight and begging for more. The only sounds that came out of her were a muffled, pleading “Mmmpphhh!” Her movements grew more frantic as she felt her second orgasm of the night rising inside her.

It hit her with great force. While her first orgasm had been smooth and sweet, this was a jagged climb to a spectacular peak. Her entire body tensed and clenched as it burned through her. Her clit felt like it was shooting lightning through her pussy, spreading waves of heat through her entire body. She squeezed hard on her brother’s dick, and pushed her head forward onto Braeburn’s crotch, trying to bury him inside her. She shuddered, squirmed and twisted, instinctively trying to milk her lovers’ cocks of their seed, knowing nothing but pleasure and lust.

The sights and sensations of her body finally pushed both her lovers to the edge, and the three of them came together. Braeburn pulled out of her mouth as he came, and Applejack’s muffled moans turned to screams of ecstasy as he splattered her face and body with his cream. Big Mac slammed his hips forward one last time and exploded, his strong hands gripping her hips as he pumped load after load of his seed into his little sister’s womb, her legs locked around him to ensure that not a drop went to waste.

Their climax lasted a long time, but eventually petered out, leaving only the sounds of the three lovers panting and gasping for breath.

The boys both slumped forward over the hay bed, panting and muttering little words of satisfaction. Applejack stretched out weakly on the hay bale, her legs spread out wide, thick white cum dripping from her snatch and trickling down the crack of her ass, her mind still lost in the haze of lust, her mouth wide open and gasping for air. Her face was drenched in a mixture of her spit and Braeburn’s seed, dripping down her skin and into her hair. She ran her hands over her breasts, found them sticky with her lover’s cream, and rubbed it into her skin.

Ah am the luckiest girl in the world.

Her entire body was tingling with something more than the regular afterglow. It was like the dam had burst, and a lifetime of pent-up desire she had tried to keep in check had finally been released. “Aah… More,” she breathed huskily. “Haaah… Ah want more cock. More big cock in mah pussy…” She giggled. “Fuck your little sister farm slut’s brains out!”

“Damn, cuz,” Braeburn said above her, grinning, his voice low. “That was amazing. You have the best sister in the world, you lucky bastard.”

She glanced down at Big Mac, who was leaning over the hay bed, panting. His broad, bare chest rose and fell with each deep breath, sweat trickling down his hairs. He looked at her naked, well-fucked body, and chuckled. “Yup, Ah sure do…”

Applejack knew that voice, and though she wasn’t aware of it her subconscious recognized that her brother was seriously considering an idea.

He licked his lips. “Gonna need a few minutes before I’m ready to go again…” Applejack moaned in disappointment. “But, seeing as we’ve only got tonight to live out all our fantasies, seems to me we shouldn’t waste any time, ain’t that right?”

“Very true,” Braeburn said. “My pappy always said y’gotta strike while the iron’s hot, and to never leave a girl unsatisfied. So what do you have in mind, cuz?”

Big Mac grinned wickedly. “Hey Brae… Y’remember the last part of the fantasy?”

Applejack blinked, confused, and looked from one of the boys to the other. Their faces didn’t reveal anything. But Braeburn’s dick twitched. “Yeah, Big Mac, Ah reckon I do… You think she’ll go for it?”

Applejack looked up at her brother. She could see the gears turning in his mind, measuring up the plan… hesitating.

Their eyes met. Applejack nodded, and mouthed the words, “Apple’s honor.”

He smiled down at her, all uncertainty gone, baring his teeth. “Eeyup. Braeburn… go get Lonestar.”

Braeburn’s face lit up and his face, that smiled so easily, smiled even broader. “You got it.” Then he headed off.

Applejack herself gasped and looked at her brother in wide-eyed surprise. “Y’want me to…?”

Big Mac looked down at his sister, still lying where she had been laid. “You said anythin’ goes, right? Anythin’ at all?”

Applejack nodded.

Braeburn brought out the stallion by his halter. “Come on fella, time to join the party,” he said. “Hey AJ, someone’s happy to see you. Seems like he enjoyed the show.”

Big Mac glanced back at the horse and smiled in amusement. “He sure did,” he said, and stepped to the side.

Lonestar stepped out from his stable, and turned his head this way and that, his big brown eyes directed at Applejack, and the hay bed. He was the farm’s resident stallion, tall and strong and handsome as only a horse knew how, and Applejack had ridden him a thousand times in her life. Now he stepped up in front of her as she lay naked on a bed of hay, and he nickered at her, a deep rumbling sound that Applejack couldn’t help but think sounded like flirting.

Hey eyes dropped from his head, and widened as her gaze landed on his tool, already at full mast. She drew a sharp breath, her mouth forming an O.

“Here we’ve been having all the fun, and Ah think someone’s been feeling left out,” she heard Big Mac say, nodding as he looked at the horse’s rod. “Ah think we ought to fix that. Don’t you, sis?”

“But…” AJ’s heart fluttered nervously. “Ah dunno, Mac… he’s a horse. Ah’ll fuck you and Braeburn all night, but… That’s natural, and this is…”

“Lonestar’s been with us his whole life. He’s practically family,” Big Mac said. “And isn’t family what Hearth’s Warming is all about?”

Applejack bit her lip as her stomach filled with butterflies. Ah can’t, she immediately thought to herself. Ah shouldn’t.

But…

Her nipples were hard as little rocks. Her legs pressed together, and she felt the tingling in her sex, the hunger inside of her that had only grown stronger the more she had given herself to her boys. She looked at Lonestar’s eyes, and down between his legs…

She couldn’t deny the secret thrill she felt running up her spine at the thought of being ravaged by the massive, powerful beast. She’d ridden him so many times in the past, had felt his powerful body between her legs, knew the power of his muscles as he reacted to her touch.

Was that fair? She glanced down under his barrel at the tremendous, erect rod of meat. Was that how he felt about her? Had he always?

Wasn’t it only fair, just this once, to let him ride her instead?

Her mind filled with the image of herself being mounted like a mare in heat, fucked silly by a cock much bigger than her little human frame was ever built to take. To her shock, the image only turned her on more.

She wanted to know how it would feel. She wanted to cum from being fucked by a horse, and she wanted to feel him let loose inside her and fill her with his seed.

Big Mac – he knew her so well – seemed to read her mind as she wavered. “It can be his Hearth’s Warming present,” her brother said. “What do ya say, sis?”

Applejack bit her lip. The boys were watching her with bright and giddy eyes, desperately hoping they’d get to see it happen, their own rods hard again in anticipation.

Her face burned. Three horny, hungry boys stood in front of her, man and beast alike wanting her, and it turned her on like nothing she’d ever known. The very idea made her whole body tingle, and she thought: Fuck it.

She grinned. “Ah want it,” she said. “Bring him closer. Ah wanna see him.”

Braeburn gently patted the horse, and he stepped forward to the side of the bed, keeping his eyes on Applejack as he did.

She reached out her arm under his barrel and stared, her mouth open. “Ohmahgosh,” she said quietly, transfixed by the stallion’s massive rod. “I’m gonna take this inside of me…? Y’wanna watch me get fucked by this monster?”

“Oh yeah,” Big Mac breathed the words, and Braeburn nodded. “Go on, sis.”

The fire inside her grew as her mind filled with images of her impending impalement. “Well, Lonestar, big boy, Ah guess this is your lucky night.” She laid down flat on her back in the center of the hay bed. “Now come on… get on top of me.”

Braeburn made a quick whistle and patted the stallion, and Lonestar stepped back around so he was in front of the bed, looking down at Applejack’s naked body, and for a moment she filled with fear as she saw his sheer bulk in front of her.

He shuffled his legs, and with a single easy bound he crossed the bed so his front and hind legs were on the barn floor, the bed underneath him, and Applejack lying directly beneath him. Her heart was going a thousand beats a minute. She lay just inches beneath his barrel, her hard nipples just barely brushed against his fur coat.

Applejack did not know if her cousin was just that skilled with horses, or if Lonestar knew exactly what position he needed to be in for her to be at her most comfortable, or both. Regardless, once Applejack caught her breath she found herself lying prone and open underneath the stallion, with just enough space to shift around. She looked down between her legs at Lonestar’s pride, rock hard and swinging freely, just short of her lips.

“Oh mah gosh… Ah’m – Ah’m gonna need help,” Applejack said. “Ah hope you boys aint shy about handling his package, cause’ Ah’m gonna need your help to get him in me.”

Big Mac nodded. Applejack shuffled forward on the hay bed so her hips rested on the edge, and raised her legs up on either side of the horse’s barrel, feeling the warmth of his body all around her. She reached down between her legs and spread her lips with her fingers, opening her wet entrance as wide as it would go. “…Alright. Go ahead.”

Big Mac crouched down at the side of the horse, and put his hands gently but firmly around Lonestar’s shaft. With both hands on the enormous rod, he pointed the horse’s flared cock head towards Applejack and brought it slowly forward.

Applejack drew a sharp breath as Big Mac pressed the horse cock against her skin. He rubbed the tip up and down against her pussy, coating it in her juices, before he pressed it against her opening. He looked at her with a questioning glance. “Ready, sis?”

Applejack gulped, and nodded. Big Mac gently tugged on the horse’s cock, and Lonestar pushed forward.

Applejack’s mouth fell open, her eyes wide as her entrance first resisted the inhuman intruder, then permitted him inside her. She gasped, her heart racing, her lungs suddenly empty of air as the giant horse cock forced its way into her pussy. She screamed, “OHMAHGAWD!”, and Lonestar threw back his head and whinnied loudly.

Her hands flew out to her sides, clenched tight. On either side, Big Mac and Braeburn each took hold of her hands and she clung to them, breathing rapidly, as they helped their brother in love take his first taste of their shared lover.

Lonestar nickered. He pulled back slightly, then pressed forward again. Applejack threw her head back into the bed, her eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open. Her face contorted in pain, exhaustion, and incomprehensible pleasure as Lonestar’s cock pushed deeper inside her. His legs stepped gingerly, every motion sending ripples through Applejack’s sensitive flesh. “AAAaaah…!”

The boys held on to her hands, which squeezed them with more strength than normal. “Sis!” Big Mac kneeled at her side, watching her, drops of sweat running down his brow. “Sis! Are ya alright?”

“Ohmygaaaawd,” Applejack moaned, looking up into her brother’s eyes as she clung tight to his hand. “Don’t let go! Oh Mac, Y’have no idea how this feels…! Ah can’t imagine Ah – AH!” She cried out as Lonestar thrust into her again. “Oh gawd! Oh gawd, it’s so – MORE! Don’t stop!”

Lonestar nickered again, and began to move more steadily, pulling out slightly and then pushing deeper, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Applejack cried out in pleasure as the stallion began to fuck her in earnest.

Applejack’s breasts bounced and jiggled under his barrel with each thrust. Her eyes were shut tight, her mouth hanging open, her every breath a high-pitched moan that slowly grew more relaxed as her body opened up to the enormous intruder. Her legs stretched out and locked around the sides of Lonestar’s barrel.

Slowly, Applejack relaxed. The boys felt her iron grip on their hands loosen, though she didn’t let go, and her face showed her pleasure as she smiled. “Ohmahgawd, Lonestar, you’re such a good stallion,” she murmured, and grinned as he whinnied in response. “Ah love you too, boy… Keep going, fuck me, fuck your slutty little sister…!”

She screamed in happiness as Lonestar rammed her suddenly, and began to fuck her.

Kneeling on either side of the bed, the boys watched spellbound as their sister and cousin clung tight to the horse that rode her, his rod thrusting in and out of her womb without cease. A camera snapped. Braeburn had his phone out, and filmed as Applejack screamed in ecstasy, lost in pleasure as her horse fucked her senseless, all shame forgotten as she eagerly gave herself to her newest lover. With every thrust of his cock into her wet pussy she moaned and cried and begged him for more, deeper, harder, faster.

“This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Braeburn said under his breath. Big Mac, entranced, nodded.

Lonestar had strength to spare, and as he sank his cock deeper and deeper into Applejack’s warm wet hole she began to shift around on the bed, pushed around under his weight and strength like a rag doll. With each thrust she would be pushed several inches as he moved forward, and then pulled back, moving her closer to the edge of the bed. She clung to her boys’ hands.

“Hold me down!” Applejack cried, her hands clinging to theirs. “Ah can’t – AH – stay put! Hold me down so – AH – so he can fuck me proper!”

Big Mac and Braeburn immediately obeyed, knelt down on either side of the bed, and held her in place. Big Mac glanced down and gulped at the sight of the enormous prick thrusting into his sister’s body, the massive meat vanishing inside her. Applejack felt her brother’s breath on her face, and turned to look at him. Though her sight was hazy with raw animal lust she saw the love, and the concern, in his eyes.

When Lonestar pulled back, she reached out and planted a kiss on Mac’s cheek. “Ah should have done this years ago,” she said, before the stallion thrust back inside her to the hilt, making horse and lady both scream in ecstacy.

With Mac and Braeburn holding her securely in place, Applejack let go of them and gripped the stallion’s sides, her fingers digging into his fur coat. She clung to her lover, twisting and bucking her hips to meet Lonestar’s thrusts, blindly trying to take all of him, delighting in the glorious sensations of his massive rod filling her pussy. A waterfall of her juices mixed with his precum was pouring out of her hole, long thick strands clinging to his shaft that quivered with each thrust. Her lips were stretched taut around the stallion’s cock, clinging tightly to him, pulling him in. Her clit was on fire, swollen and erect, and her nipples begged to be squeezed.

“Play with mah titties,” Applejack commanded amid a stream of wordless cries. “Ah’m so close! Please, Ah – AH! – Ah have to hold on tight and he can’t – AH – so help me cum!”

Braeburn didn’t hesitate to return his hands to her mounds and squeezed them tight, hearing her grateful moans as he pinched her nipples between his fingers. “Ohmahgawd that’s – more! Don’t stop!” She cried and writhed in a madness of lust, her breathing a continuous moan. “Fuck my titties… don’t stop… Rub mah clit!”

Big Mac ran his fingers over the top of his sister’s womanhood and pressed down, the flesh quivering with each thrust as the stallion’s cock pounded her. Her skin was soaked with her juices, mixed with the cum of all three males, and Big Mac ran his palm and fingers over her swollen nub, rubbing in circles, his attention fixated on the close-up view he was getting of his sister’s surrender to bestial ecstasy.

“Don’t – stop,” she moaned between thrusts. “All mah boys – together! Make your little sister farm slut cum!”

Her eyes closed tight and her teeth clenched together as her three lovers worked as one to give her an orgasm she would never forget.

“Oh…! Ohh…! Oh ma gaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH…!”

Her muscles locked, her entire body tensed and grew rigid as she came on the stallion’s cock, screaming her pleasure with primal, incoherent sounds. Her mind blanked out, her body shook and kicked, and as her pussy gripped the stallion’s cock and squeezed it, Lonestar reached his limit and came. He whinnied loudly and buried himself in his lover’s flesh to the hilt, his cock pumping out a river of stallion seed inside her that filled her womb and spurted out around his staff.

The horse kicked and thrust madly as he climaxed, and his frantic motions dislodged him from his lover’s hole. His cock came free and fired jets of his cream across the bed, across Applejack’s skin, across Big Mac and Braeburn’s hands, still hungrily rubbing her clit and breasts, and she still screaming in pleasure, her body squirming and writhing under their hands as they held her down. They rubbed the horse cum into her skin, glistening in the dim light of the barn.

“More… Mo… Ah… Ah… Muh…” Applejack moaned incoherently as she came down from her horse cock-given orgasm, and her body finally slumped down on the bed. Her hands weakly sought out her brother and her cousin, and took hold of their arms, pulled them to her face, and cradled her head against them as she sighed softly.

Lonestar managed, with surprising dexterity, to unstraddle the bed. He walked gently around to the side, and laid down on his barrel, and nuzzled Applejack’s cheek. Having kissed her, he the rested his head gently on her belly. She ran down a hand and stroked his muzzle lovingly.

Big Mac knelt beside her, and kissed her forehead. “Happy Hearth’s Warming,” he said softly, tenderly. “How’re ya feeling?”

“Amazin’,” she replied. “That was the best present ever.”

“Love ya, cuz,” Braeburn said, his hand softly stroking her side.

“Ah love you too,” Applejack said, and yawned. “All of ya. Lonestar too. You’re the best family in the world.”

“You should get some rest,” Big Mac said after a moment’s silence. “I’ll carry ya back to the house. Ah guess we could all use a shower.”

“Aww… we’re done already?” Applejack said weakly. “What happened ta ‘strike while the iron’s hot’?”

“You need some rest,” Big Mac said, picking her up in his arms. “Once-in-a-lifetime doesn’t mean Ah’m gonna let you get hurt.”

Applejack giggled weakly. “Such a gentleman.”

“Thanks for tonight, cuz,” Braeburn said, and kissed her hand. “Even if it was only one night… You made my dreams come true.”

“We’ll always have the memories,” Big Mac said.

“Yeah… about that,” Applejack said, casting her eyes over her three lovers. She smiled. “Ah was just thinking…”

– – –

Applejack was in heaven, kneeling under the barrel of the horse, squatting on a thick rubber dick and bouncing up and down on it as she worked Lonestar’s pride with her mouth.

She was eagerly giving the horse a sloppy blowjob, her jaw aching as she took as much of him as she could inside of her. Her head bobbed back and forth. She’d come to love the taste of him, so raw and primal: it filled her with bestial lust that she couldn’t control, and honestly she didn’t want to. The thick smell of stallion musk filled her nose, and she couldn’t think of anything else.

She could feel him tense under her ministrations, and she knew he was close. She had saved her energy for the big finish, and redoubled her efforts. She ran her tongue back and forth around his shaft as she bobbed up and down on him, her hands stroking along his length, milking him for all she was worth.

He whinnied loudly, his great body thrusting forward as he came into her mouth, pouring out a gallon of horsecum that erupted out of her mouth and nose as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her mouth hung open as his dick flopped out and shot his second burst on her face, coating her skin. She gulped, and swallowed, and cupped her tits with her hands, forming a little pool in her cleavage that filled with his seed as his third burst hit. All the while she slammed her hips down, taking the big dildo inside her until she came just as his fourth burst coated her.

He whinnied, and she moaned and groaned as the two of them came together, and for a long time there were the sounds of their mutual pleasure, until they were both spent and relaxed in bliss.

Applejack turned her face, still drenched in the horse’s cum, and looked into the camera with a happy, sated smile and a seductive glance. She scooped up a generous dollop of the thick, creamy cum with a finger and swirled it around her mouth, moaning loudly as she enjoyed the taste before withdrawing her now-clean finger with a smack. “And that’s the end of the lesson! Thank’y for watching Li’l Apple’s Riding School, volume four. Ah’m Hippomane Mancinella, but you can call me Li’l Apple, and thank’y for coming.”

“Cut!” Braeburn shouted and Big Mac quit recording. “That’s a wrap! Damn, cuz, that was the best one yet. Our subscribers are gonna love it!”

“Volume 3 got us more than enough to replace the tractor engine,” Big Mac said in his deep voice. “Congrats, AJ. You saved the farm!”

Applejack smiled. “That’s great,” she said. She glanced at her stallion partner, who looked back at her with, she swore, a knowing smile. Her smile turned to a smirk. “Mind you… There’s plenty of stuff left around here that could do with some repairs. So maybe Ah shouldn’t be so quick to stop.”

“Eeyup.”

“Very true, cuz. There’s always more work to be done.”

The three of them went arm in arm, Applejack naked in the middle, to the built-in shower in the corner of the barn. “Did you boys enjoy the show?” she asked, and they nodded. “Good, because now it’s your turn. Care to join me in the shower?”

“Love ya, sis.”

“Love ya, cousin.”

Applejack blushed, and smiled with the satisfaction of someone who’s figured it out. “And Ah love you two.”

Movie Night 2: Club Night

“Look at those over there,” Rarity said in a low voice. “Are you seeing this?”

Applejack looked. “Sure,” she said happily. “Just a boy and a girl overcoming their nerves and talking together. Looks like they’re both happy they did, too.”

Rarity mumbled something in response that Applejack didn’t hear.

Applejack leaned back in her seat and stretched her arms out over her head, fingers locked together. It was lunchtime at CHS, a beautiful day in the spring, and all around her she saw her fellow students eyeing each other up. The snow had vanished, the plants had blossomed, and as the warmth returned and the jackets came off all the students had looked around at each other and noticed how much they enjoyed the looking.

“That blouse? Honestly?”

Across the cafeteria a hundred potential relationships were sprouting. Applejack spotted Sunset and Flash standing by the door, talking together again, all smiles, her hand brushing an imaginary speck of dust from his jacket and lingering just a little. There was Lyra and Bon Bon sitting even more closely than normal, disguising their intimacy poorly by taking selfies as they squeezed together. Trixie was flirting with Microchip, doing tricks with a deck of cards to show him just how dexterous her hands could be, and sitting across a table from each other Miss Cheerilee was making eyes at Bulk Biceps, admiring the way his arms flexed as he ate.

It’s funny how life works out sometimes, Applejack thought. A few young men and ladies had given her appreciative looks as well, but she already had everything she could want right at home.

It had been an eventful few months since that fateful Hearth’s Warming. Even apart from the movie shoots that had put the farm back in the black, barely a day had gone by before Applejack broke the promise that their affair would be one night only.

Since then, she and Big Mac were closer than ever. Braeburn had started visiting regularly, and the three of them had come up with an increasing number of ways to get Apple Bloom out of the house for a night. Far from being suspicious the young girl loved it, seeing it as a sign of growing up and reveling in the increased trust they showed her.

Then there was Lonestar, Applejack’s lead actor, though she didn’t ignore him between shoots either. Applejack had known and cared for the horse since he was a newborn colt, back when she was a young girl herself, and since Hearth’s Warming they had gotten to know each other a lot better. She would take him out for long rides in the woods, exploring the wilderness, finding quiet secluded spots where she could eat a packed lunch and enjoy his company without worrying about being seen.

Applejack counted herself grateful that none of her boys were the type to get jealous.

At a corner table, Snips and Snails were putting the moves on Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. To Applejack’s shock it seemed to be working.

She was pulled from her thoughts by the sound of her friend groaning in the seat next to her. “Oh honestly, she could not be more wrong for him! Can’t he see that?”

Applejack glanced at Rarity. It was just the two of them at the tables, and Rarity sat with her arms crossed sternly as she glared across the hall. Applejack followed her line of sight to the table where Lily was laughing at Caramel’s bad jokes.

“Them? Lighten up, they’re just having a nice time together.”

“Well, maybe they shouldn’t!”

Applejack blinked. “Geeze, Rares, what’s gotten into you today?”

“Nothing,” Rarity said, then muttered under her breath, “that’s the problem.”

Applejack glanced at her friend, saw her fidgeting, saw the way she crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying to find a comfortable position. “You’re pent up?”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

“Right. That’s why you’re staring at all the other girls like you’re trying ta shoot lasers out yer eyes.”

Rarity huffed. “I just happen to think that the students at this school need higher standards. They could stand to consider what’s really important in a partner rather than just fall head over heels for the first person who smiles at them.”

“Uh huh,” Applejack said. “So ya got rejected again last weekend then?”

“It’s not fair!” Rarity cried. “I’m a beautiful, charming, intelligent young lady! I should have boys dropping at my feet!” She pouted. “But instead they all think I’m unapproachable. That I’m out of their league. That I’m…” Rarity sank down in her chair. “I just want a nice boy who will sweep me off my feet and hold me in his arms. Someone to stroke my hair and tell me I’m beautiful, with a kiss that takes my breath away. Someone I can hold tight as I drift off to sleep.”

“Ya want someone to clean the cobwebs out of yer basement,” Applejack said bluntly.

Rarity gasped, mortified. “I do not have cobwebs. My lady cave is delightful! Warm, inviting, and, and, and oh god I need to be pounded so bad I can’t stand it!” She clutched at her hair in frustration, her knuckles turning even whiter.

Applejack snorted with laughter and almost fell off her chair. “There it is!” she laughed as she regained her balance. “Yep, you’ve really got it bad. Don’t worry, Rares, Ah’m sure there’s someone at CHS who’s just right for ya.”

Rarity glared daggers at her friend.

Applejack chuckled. “Ah, don’t look at me like that Rares. Hey, Ah get it. Ah’ve been there. Y’gotta admit it’s a little funny, the most beautiful woman at school is the one who can’t get laid?”

Rarity pouted at Applejack. “Why aren’t you like this? I’ve seen the signs on all the other girls, but not you.” Her eyes narrowed. “In fact, for some time now it’s seemed to me that you’ve become… happier, and more relaxed altogether.”

Applejack’s smile fell away, and she tensed up, not liking where this was going.

Rarity glared at her suspiciously. “In fact, it’s rather like… Like you’re basking in a perpetual afterglow.” Rarity’s eyes widened, suddenly overjoyed with girlish delight. “Applejack! Do you have a boyfriend?”

Applejack’s eyes widened, suddenly nervous. She smiled awkwardly and glanced away. “Not… not exactly.”

“Oh noooo…?” Rarity smirked. “A lover who isn’t your boyfriend then? A friend with benefits who keeps you satisfied?”

“That’s… um…” Applejack’s eyes darted back and forth. “No… nothing like that… But something else.”

“What’s your secret?!” Rarity pleaded, clutching Applejack’s collar. “Is it toys? Cold showers? Call boys? You must tell me, I’ll try anything!”

Applejack gulped, not entirely comfortable with how this conversation was going. “Well… Ah… Ah really shouldn’t say…”

“Applejack,” Rarity looked into her eyes with the utmost severity. “Honest Applejack. As your friend. Help me with this… And I promise I’ll never tell Rainbow what happened behind the tent that night at Camp Everfree.”

Applejack’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t…!”

Rarity flashed a wicked grin. “Never underestimate what a lady is capable of when she’s madly in need of a good lay.”

Applejack gritted her teeth. She knew that feeling well enough herself, from years spent shamefully denying her desires, and she wasn’t unsympathetic. Plus she knew what Rarity was capable of. “Alright, fine! Look… Come to my place tonight after sundown and Ah’ll tell ya.”

Rarity squealed in delight and clapped her hands together. Applejack raised a finger. “But, this is important, Ah need you to swear that you won’t tell a living soul about it.”

Rarity smirked. “Darling, a lady doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“Ah’m serious, Rarity. Ah need ya to Pinkie Promise, and Ah’ll hold ya to it. Or else no deal, and you can go on feeling like butterflies are tickling your nethers and get no relief and Ah won’t care what ya tell Rainbow.”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Fine, I swear. Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye, I won’t tell a soul.”

“Good.”

“And you’ll help me get the hard pounding I need.”

Applejack nodded, her mind racing through the possible outcomes. “Fine.”

– – –

“Are ya serious?”

“Are you?”

Rarity had arrived at Sweet Apple Acres after sunset as agreed, dressed for a night of clubbing in an outfit that would have made the old Sunset blanch.

She wore skin-tight low-cut jeans that revealed the straps of a red g-string, and that caressed her behind to perfection. She also wore high heels that would serve a dominatrix well, a bare midriff and a red leather jacket with studs and spikes that showed off a navel ring with a diamond in it. A black shirt hugged her breasts, and the bra was made to emphasize and exaggerate it. To top off the ensemble she wore deep scarlet lipstick, and extra eye shadow.

Applejack, meanwhile, wore her work shirt, and her work jeans, and her work boots, and her hat.

It was hard enough for Applejack to mentally prepare herself to reveal her secret to her friend. But on top of that she’d had to actually arrange the night, and neither of her kinfolk could come. Big Mac was making a delivery to someone named Sugar Belle, as he had done many times recently, and Braeburn was taking part in the South-West Apple Cargo Convoy, both to win initiation into the Third Core and to do research for his dissertation on the American Apple Community.

With both her boys absent, that only left the third option. The one she knew wouldn’t say no.

“Look, Ah’m not saying that ain’t a nice outfit,” Applejack said. “Ah mean, damn, you’re almost giving me a stiffy. But trust me, ya won’t need it.”

“You have your methods, and I have mine,” Rarity said. “I believe in giving my partners something to look at from the moment they lay eyes on me.”

“Oh, Ah’m lookin’,” Applejack said, taking in the sight of her friend dressed to prowl for a fuck. “Ah didn’t know they cut jeans that low.”

“They don’t. I made these myself.” She smiled, taking pride in her work. “They’re quite fetching, non?”

“They’re hot,” Applejack admitted. “Not super practical for farm work though. If they were a quarter-inch lower Ah think Ah’d see your bush.”

Rarity chuckled, leaned to the side and put a hand on her hips. “Darling, they are showing the absence of bush. My field is all cleared and ready to be plowed!”

Applejack led her friend across the driveway to the barn.

“This secrecy is so unlike you, you know,” Rarity said as they walked. “I’ve been thinking about this all day, wondering what you’ve got in store for me.” She squealed. “I’m so excited, I can barely contain myself!”

Applejack felt butterflies in her stomach as they drew near to the barn door. “Alright. Look, before Ah do this, Ah need to say something. We’re friends, and if there’s anything Ah can do to help you when you’re in a bind, Ah’ll be there for ya. But Ah’m laying mahself bare here and Ah need to know you take that seriously.”

“Oh darling, you’ve nothing to worry about,” Rarity said confidently. “I trust you completely. I’m sure whatever you’ve cooked up is going to be simply delicious.”

Applejack nodded. “Alright. Just… don’t freak out, okay?”

Rarity only smirked at the suggestion. Applejack opened the barn door and they walked inside. The lights were on, and they walked across the barn floor in silence, Rarity waiting for Applejack to reveal the night’s festivities.

They halted by the stable where Lonestar stood alone, watching them idly.

Here goes nothing, Applejack thought. “Well… There it is.”

Silence fell over the barn as Rarity looked at Lonestar for a long time before she spoke.

“Where?” Rarity asked. “Behind the horse?”

Applejack blinked. “What? No, it is the horse!”

“We ride the horse to the secret love gathering?” Rarity asked with a grin. “Somewhere in the woods where cars can’t go?” She gasped. “You have a secret lover that you meet on horseback under moonlight far from prying eyes who has a gorgeous twin brother who needs to find true love?!”

“What? No! There’s no secret lover!” She bit her lip. “Ah mean, there is, but – Guh!”

“Well, what is it then?” Rarity asked, exasperated. “There’s no need to keep it secret any longer, where are we going?”

“It’s him!” Applejack all but shouted, both hands gesturing to the stallion. “It’s the stallion! He’s mah lover! Whenever Ah feel the urge and need it bad, I go to Lonestar!”

Rarity’s mouth opened and closed as she sputtered wordlessly before clamping up, her cheeks burning red. “Now you’re just making fun of me,” she said quietly. “Here I lay bare my innermost thoughts and feelings to you in a heartfelt plea for help, and what do you do? You tell me country hick jokes. What next, will you tell me you sleep with your brother?”

“Ah do!” Applejack said angrily, defensively. “That’s my secret, Rarity! Ya wanna know why Ah’m so satisfied? It’s because Ah found everything Ah wanted right under mah nose! Me and Big Mac are lovers! And Cousin Braeburn too! And Lonestar! Now you begged me to help ya as a friend and Ah never leave mah friends hanging, and if you have a problem with that then Ah guess we aint as good friends as Ah thought.”

Applejack glared. Rarity blinked, looking shocked at her friend’s ferocity. She turned her head this way and that uncertainly, then slumped, and nodded. “…You’re right. I’m sorry, Applejack. You’re my friend, and I shouldn’t judge you… And heaven knows you’ve seen me get my share of weird ideas. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Thanks,” Applejack muttered.

A moment of awkward silence passed. Rarity looked at the stallion and the farm girl. “So… You and the horse, then?”

“Yeah,” Applejack said. She rested her hand on Lonestar’s muzzle, and met his eye. “It’s… It was a strange thing, but it feels right, ya know? Horses are practically human, in a lot of ways. He’s got a lot of love in him.”

Lonestar hooked Applejack and pulled her close, and licked her face. Applejack laughed and pushed him away. “Easy, boy!”

Rarity looked at the two of them, and sighed. “Well… I’m happy for you, really I am. And I’m sorry things got so uncomfortable.”

“S’okay,” Applejack mumbled.

“…Well, now I feel just silly,” Rarity said quietly. “I let my imagination run away from me. Here I had convinced myself that you had contacts and knew secrets in town that I could only fantasize about… I thought perhaps you knew of an exclusive secret sex club in the city with all sorts of entertainments, and a glory hole. And we’d go there together and I’d spend all night in a stall, getting filled with anonymous cock from people who could be anyone, maybe even someone I know well, without them ever knowing it was me, prim, proper Rarity who would never in a million years stoop to such depravity, but secretly loving every last moment.”

“Nope,” Applejack said apologetically. “It’s the horse.”

“Well. Thanks for trying,” Rarity said, and squirmed, feeling the heat in her nethers. “I should get back, I suppose… I was counting down the hours waiting for this. Now I’ll just have to go home and take care of myself.”

Applejack felt a pang of regret at the look of disappointment on her friend’s face, and took a step forward. “Now wait just a minute,” she said. “Look… Ah know this ain’t what you had in mind. But it’s clear you’re aching for it. So… why not give him a chance? He just might surprise you.”

Rarity snort-giggled. “I appreciate the offer, Applejack, but I don’t think it’s for me. I mean…” She gestured at the massive animal in the pen in front of them. “I wouldn’t even know where to start! I doubt any of the tips I’ve read in Cosmare would even work on him.”

“You’re overthinking it,” Applejack said, running her hand over Lonestar’s side. “He’s still a guy, y’know. He likes it the same as any other man… Ah usually start by getting underneath him and just playing with… y’know, his equipment.” Lonestar turned his head to face her as she ran her hands across his fur, and their eyes met. She smiled knowingly at him. “He loves getting a nice handjob to begin with, and Ah like to plant little kisses on him as Ah go along. Y’gotta get him nice and wet for the main course, a’course.”

Rarity blushed and grimaced, but Applejack could tell her friend was picturing it in her mind. She grinned. “Come on, Rares… Here ya are telling me all about how hot and bothered ya are and how bad ya need something to stuff your stocking. Ya can’t tell me the thought of an enormous rock-hard cock ain’t doing anything for ya just because of who it’s attached to.”

Rarity blanched and bit her lip, making burbling and flustered noises of protest that didn’t form words. Applejack grinned. “Ah know you. Ah reckon you’re always up for trying somethin’ new.”

Rarity practically fumed in frustration. “Ooooh… Alright fine! I admit it, I’m desperate and horny and if it will help quell the burning in my loins, I’ll try anything!” She sighed. “Even a horse.”

Rarity walked gingerly up to Lonestar, watching him cautiously, as if he might decide to burst into a gallop at any moment. She glanced down, and Applejack could see the curiosity on her face, and the hesitation, as she was torn between her revulsion at what she was about to do, and her body’s burning desires urging her on.

“Go on,” Applejack encouraged her softly. “He won’t hurt ya. Lonestar is a real gentlecolt.”

The horse straightened his stance, his hooves clopping on the floor, and he made a sharp breathing noise.

His front legs stood wide enough apart for Rarity to pass through. Looking very uncertain, she got down on her hands and knees and crawled the last few feet towards him, and passed between his legs and under his barrel.

She rose to a kneeling position and raised her head and gasped. Lonestar’s rod was hanging loose, extended from its sheath but still soft, dangling freely underneath him, right in front of her face. Suddenly she felt very small as she sat enclosed on all sides by the animal’s massive body, and stared at the thick meat that hung beneath him. Applejack could see her eyes widen as she clenched her knees together. “Oh… Oh my,” Rarity breathed. “It’s… it’s quite a different sight from this angle, isn’t it?”

Applejack chuckled, watching her friend. “Yup. It sure is… Go on. Give him a touch.”

Rarity’s mouth hung open in a little O. Her cheeks were burning red. She reached out and gently touched it, felt how the meat sank into her hands. “It’s so warm,” she murmured. “And the skin is so soft.” Holding the shaft securely in the palms of her hands, she raised it up to look at the head, and leaned in close, staring at it.

Applejack watched with rapt attention. She saw Rarity’s tongue reached out of her mouth, almost like she didn’t realize it. Slowly, gingerly, almost fearfully, it moved forward millimeter by millimeter until it touched his tip.

It only made contact for a split second before Rarity gasped, and pulled back, grimacing, suddenly repulsed by what she had done. She turned her face away and clenched her eyes shut. Then slowly her eyes opened and glanced back, before turning away again, and back again.

In the course of making a show of disgust she apparently hadn’t noticed that her hand was still resting on the shaft, and had instinctively began to stroke it softly. Nor did she notice how it began to harden under her touch, and rise until she no longer had to hold it up.

Rarity watched the enormous cock swinging in front of her, the head right in front of her face, and she leaned forward and extended her tongue – and ran it around the flared cockhead with a hungry sigh. Lonestar nickered, and tilted back his head, his eyes closed. As Applejack watched his pride extended, and rose to full mast, blood rushing into the horse’s cock as he let another human girl play with it.

Applejack could practically see Rarity’s tension melting away. Her shoulders relaxed as she sank down on her knees and leaned forward, running her tongue over the flared head of the horse’s cock. There was no hesitation this time, no uncertainty. Her long licks gave way to kisses as she got him nice and wet all over his flare. Applejack was mesmerized.

Is this what Ah look like?

She had been in that position many times, and the memories of them flooded into her mind. She knew exactly how it felt and looked from Rarity’s point of view, and could feel the memories of the sensations on her own body. But now she was watching it from outside, as Big Mac and Braeburn and all the fans of her videos had seen it, and she couldn’t pull her eyes away. She was getting hotter by the second as she imagined the feeling of the horse’s warm flare in her mouth.

Rarity turned to look at her friend with lusty eyes. “Oh, Applejack,” Rarity gasped between kisses, her heart racing, her face burning. Her breath was a heavy panting now, and her hands both ran back and forth along the shaft, stroking it eagerly. “It’s so much…! And the scent is so thick, so heavy, it’s… it’s intoxicating, it’s…” Entranced, she leaned forward and ran her tongue along the length of the shaft. As she did she inhaled deeply, drawing in the scent, and shuddered.

“K-keep goin’,” Applejack said under her breath, her cheeks burning, urging her friend on. “Go on, work his head, he – nng – he likes that.”

Rarity obeyed, dove in and resumed working her mouth around Lonestar’s head. The long licks sped up, turned rushed and frantic as she sought to get more of him inside her. She planted her lips on his cock head and opened her mouth wide, straining her jaw as she tried to wrap her lips all the way around his head. All the while she moaned hungrily, her hands stroking his shaft. She drew deep breaths through her nose, relishing his taste, his scent, letting him fill her nose and cover her tongue. Before long, with a high-pitched moan she pulled him into her, letting the flared tip of his cock past her stretched-out lips and into her mouth, and she began to bob her head back and forth the few centimeters she could manage.

Applejack slid a hand under her shirt and stroked her breast as she watched, and bit her lip. Her skin felt like it was on fire. The sight, and the wet, sloppy noises her friend made as the horse’s cock filled he mouth, the way her spit dribbled out of her mouth and down her skin, all of it made her burn with voyeuristic desire.

Without really noticing, she unbuttoned her fly and snuck a hand down her panties to find herself already good and wet and eager for her touch. Her fingers began rubbing her slit as she watched her friend blowing her new lover, and she whispered dirty words of encouragement.

Rarity was working hard to fit more of the stallion inside her mouth, pressing her head forward on his shaft, which grew slick and dark with her spit and his precum. Gradually, she managed to fit several inches more of him inside her. She was ravenous, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she forgot everything else around her but the delicious cock she had to devour. She moaned, low and steady at first but getting sharper and higher as she progressed, until finally with a high-pitched cry, muffled by the meat in her mouth, her entire body twitched and shuddered.

Applejack felt a jolt of pleasure rush through her core as she watched, and gasped softly. Did she just cum from sucking a cock?

Overcome by curiosity, Applejack bit her lip and withdrew her hand from between her legs, feeling a pang of regret at leaving her own desire unattended even for a moment. She looked at Lonestar’s face and met his eyes. The horse was looking at her, and in her lusty haze she thought she saw desire in that gaze.

Why am Ah just sitting here instead ‘a joinin’ in?

His legs were wide, giving Rarity plenty of room, and Applejack heard his deep breathing. He swayed gently back and forth, enjoying the lavish treatment Rarity was giving him. But he was looking at Applejack, and in her lust-addled state the farm girl thought she saw him nod at her, as if beckoning her over.

She felt a twinge of pleasure shoot across her skin as the horse looked at her pleasuring herself. “Y… Y’want me too, big boy?” she asked, watching him for any sign of a positive response.

He shifted his hooves slightly, his frame moved and inch back and then forward.

That seems like a yes.

She stepped up to her horse and ran her hand across his muzzle, gave him a sultry glance, and nodded. She got down on her knees under him and pressed up behind Rarity, blushing as she squished her chest into her friend’s back.

Rarity’s eyes widened as she felt the farm girl join her. “Don’t mind me,” Applejack whispered in a sultry tone into her friend’s ear. “Just keep going.”

Rarity arched her back, pressing her chest and butt into Applejack. The heat was intense, and the farm girl felt herself gushing as she stared at Lonestar’s rod and heard up-close the messy, sloppy wet noises of Rarity working it with her mouth. “Oh mah gawd,” she muttered. She reached out one hand to Lonestar’s shaft and began to stroke him, while her other snaked around Rarity’s waist and dropped down between her legs. Rarity let out a higher-pitched moan and response, and thrust her hips forward into Applejack’s hand.

“You want that?” Applejack said in her friend’s ear. She felt regret that they were both wearing clothes, that their naked skin wasn’t touching. She unbuttoned Rarity’s fly and slid her hand down under her g-string, and gasped at the heat. Rarity was completely soaked, and Applejack felt her fingers coating in Rarity’s fluids as they brushed across her friend’s folds.

That was when Rarity groaned and began to gyrate her hips instinctively, grinding into Applejack’s hand.

The farm girl’s face was burning. She saw Lonestar’s rod straight ahead of her, felt the heat of her body, the smell of Rarity’s arousal and the smell of the barn itself, thick with Lonestar’s raw primal musk. Her entire body was tense with longing, and as her muscles clenched her fingers bent and plunged deep into Rarity’s waiting hole and began to fuck her.

Rarity’s scream of pleasure was muffled, but Applejack got the message easily and kept going. She rubbed and stroked her friend’s soft wet lips as she kept her fingers pumping in and out of Rarity’s entrance. She felt the swollen nub of Rarity’s clit pressing against her palm, and shifted to stroke it with her thumb.

Rarity’s moans began to break almost immediately, as Applejack’s fingers and the meat filling her mouth pushed her over the edge to another orgasm. Her hips thrust madly, short frantic thrusts, and her whole body shuddered as she came. Her legs locked together, and Applejack felt her friend’s pussy clench down tight on her fingers and coat them with a fresh burst of her juice, squirting and drenching her hand. She screamed muffled cries of pleasure around Lonestar’s flared head, and the horse whinnied eagerly above them in response.

Applejack grinded her hips into her friend’s butt, pressing their bodies together, feeling her hard nipples pressing into her friend’s back, almost cumming herself as she felt her friend’s orgasm rippling through her body.

She relished every moment of it, and as the climax passed Rarity relaxed and slumped back against her, letting Lonestar slip out of her mouth with a pop.

Applejack looked at her friend and felt another jolt of excitement shoot through her at the sight. Rarity’s makeup was smeared all over her face, her eyes half-lidded and unfocused, her mouth open and smiling, dazed and happy. Lonestar’s shaft had smears of red lipstick on it, a vivid image of the taboo they were violating.

She withdrew her hand from between Rarity’s legs, and Rarity let out a little whimper. “Oh, Applejack,” she said, her voice weak. “That was…”

“Yeah,” Applejack said, smiling knowingly. “It sure was.” She crawled out from under Lonestar’s barrel and pulled Rarity out by the hand.

Rarity stood up unsteadily, and placed a hand on each of them to hold her balance. “Why didn’t you ever tell me about this magnificent beast?” she said, rubbing her hand against Lonestar’s barrel. “I would have come to your barn ages ago if I knew… I want more. I need to feel him inside me. Will you help me?”

“You want that big dick inside you?” Applejack asked coyly, smiling, shooting a teasing bedroom-eyes look to her friend. “Inside that tight, slim body? You think you’re woman enough for it?”

Rarity chuckled softly. “Do you remember last summer when our sisters went camping?”

“Yeah?”

“I had the house all to myself, which doesn’t happen often. So I had a nice night in. I put on some music, got a bottle of wine, and relaxed with a steamy romance novel. And then when the wine was all gone and I was drunk and full of interesting notions, I squatted on that big empty bottle and I didn’t stop until I had it all inside me, right to the base. I kept it there and got dressed, twirled around a bit and did a little dance, just to see how it felt.” Rarity smirked, maintaining eye contact with her friend. “Trust me, darling: I can take a big cock.”

Applejack chuckled. “That’s a good start,” she said.

Applejack’s entire body was tingling. She felt giddy and light-headed, and she couldn’t stop smiling. She’d never had a conversation like this with her friends in her life, and now that she was all she felt was excitement. She was sharing a secret part of herself with one of her closest friends, and her friend accepted her. All her worries and hesitations that had burrowed in her mind since that conversation at the school cafeteria had vanished like mist.

Now they were going to share a lover, and Applejack found she couldn’t wait. She glanced towards Lonestar’s cock, still hard and ready for them, and smirked. “That wine bottle didn’t move on its own. You think you can hold on when Lonestar gets going? There’s a lot of horse power in that thing.”

Rarity giggled. “Oh, I can imagine!”

Applejack grinned. “Come on.” She took Rarity by the hand, and pulled her along down the barn to where a pile of hay bales were stacked and covered in a thick sheet to form a bed. “Strip down. Y’don’t wanna ruin those fancy clubbing clothes.”

Rarity raised an eyebrow, then smirked, and put her hands on her jacket, as if to take it off. Then she began to strip.

Applejack fell silent. Even though it was just the three of them there, Rarity wasn’t just taking off her clothes – she was stripping, turning every motion into a display of desire and temptation. She moved gently back and forth as she pulled off her jacket, as if dancing to music only she could hear, swaying her hips in a way that seemed calculated to capture the attention of everyone around her. It certainly worked on the two of them: both Applejack and Lonestar watched the motion in silence.

Applejack felt herself growing warmer just from watching, felt her muscles tensing, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She had never thought she’d been all that interested in other girls, though the fact that she’d just made Rarity orgasm with her fingers was already making her rethink that. But now she found herself entranced as she watched the beautiful young lady before her both flaunting and concealing herself so artfully, striving to catch a glimpse of her naked chest or her perfect round rear before she turned again in her dance, or concealed them behind a carefully placed arm.

Rarity suddenly shot them a knowing look, and Applejack blushed at having been caught admiring her friend’s body. “Like what you see, darling?”

Applejack made a trembling breathing sound and nodded. “You have no idea… Ah kinda wanna throw you down and have a go at ya myself right now.”

Rarity giggled. “I’m glad you enjoyed the show. What about our friend here?” She turned a seductive glance to Lonestar, a sultry smile adorning her now fully naked body. “Does he appreciate a good striptease? Does he know what it means when us silly humans do these silly things?”

Lonestar met her eyes with an impatient stomp of a hoof, and a toss of his head. He nickered, a deep rumbling sound that seemed to come from deep down in his belly, and took a few quick steps forward towards her, his rod swinging up and down under his barrel, and reached out his head to lick her cheek and neck.

Rarity raised her hands to push him away, laughing. “Oh my! I think that’s a yes, wouldn’t you say?”

Applejack stepped up beside him, her mind afire, and ran her hand along his barrel and underneath to stroke his shaft lightly. “He knows where this is going. Ah think he likes you!” She gave her friend a devilish look. “So let’s not keep him waiting any longer. Get your butt on that bed.”

Rarity smirked and began to walk towards the bed. And as with the striptease, Applejack suddenly found herself unable to do anything but watch in silence as her friend turned the simple motion of walking into a seductive dance. Her hips moved like a pendulum, hypnotic, keeping the farm girl’s eyes locked on her pale, firm, round and oh so kissable butt. Her hands extended slightly to her sides, her calves moving, that thigh gap that gave her just a peek at Rarity’s lower lips with each step.

Rarity glanced back with a wicked smile, showing that she knew exactly what effect she was having on her audience. She came to the foot of the bed and stretched her arms above her head, her fingers locking together. She stretched out her back, jutting out her rear as she did so before dropping forward, laying her torso flat on the bed.

She tossed her head, getting her hair all on one side so she could turn and look back over her shoulder at the two of them. Keeping her left foot planted on the floor, she bent her right leg and raised it up onto the bed, baring herself for them completely.

“I’m ready,” she said in a husky whisper that carried clearly across the silent space.

Applejack felt her face grow warm as she watched her friend spread, letting them see her womanhood laid bare and waiting for them, her lips glistening and wet, swollen with arousal and pulled open with her legs. It sent a twinge down between her legs.

Is this what the boys feel like?

Lonestar snorted and scraped the floor with his hooves, like a racehorse waiting for the starting gun. He gazed at Rarity, his member rock hard, a trickle of precum emerging from his tip leaving no doubt as to his intentions. But Applejack knew his movements well, and could tell that he wanted more than just to rut this new willing mare. From the way he looked, he wanted to leave a lasting impression.

His lips curled up in a sly, cunning smile. He took a few paces to the side, and as he did Applejack could have sworn he was putting a little extra swagger into his movements. She saw the muscles around his shoulders flexing as he walked, and his stallionhood, rock hard and massive, swayed under his barrel.

As his huge body moved closer he and Applejack both looked at Rarity and saw a hint of apprehension mixed in with her desire as she got to see just how big and strong he was.

Lonestar trotted up to the foot of the bed, Applejack standing beside him, and looked down at their new lover. She looked hungrily up at them, and nodded.

Applejack felt her heart jump into her throat at the sight, and her voice felt strange when she patted the stallion’s side and said, “Go on, boy.”

Lonestar nickered and stepped forward, looking at the naked young lady who waited for him, and jumped astride her, making her yelp as the huge body was suddenly directly on top of her.

“Good boy,” Applejack said softly and stroked the horse’s side. “That part can be a little scary, the first time. But he’s got everything under control.”

Rarity nodded. “Yes… Yes. Now what?”

“Let me. You just stay there.”

Applejack got down on her knees beside them at the foot of the bed, and paused to take in the sight. There right in front of her was Rarity’s naked body, legs spread wide open and presenting herself, Lonestar on top of her, his great big rod swinging behind her rear, mere inches between his head and her wet entrance. “Oh wow,” she gulped. “Ah’ve never seen it from this angle…” ‘Cept when Ah edit the videos. “Seein’ it in the flesh is… something else.”

She reached out and gripped Lonestar’s shaft in her hand. It was warm to the touch and it slid in her hand, still slick and wet after the blowjob he had received earlier, and hard and proud and ready.

Applejack took a moment to herself and leaned in, and ran her tongue along the shaft, from his his soft big sack, full and heavy with horse seed, to the flared head, relishing the taste. She kissed the head, mingling her spit with Rarity’s and with the traces of Lonestar’s precum, before reluctantly pulling back.

Her mouth was watering: she wanted to go down on him and lavish him with kisses and work her tongue all over his tip, as usually happened when she was in this position. But this time was for her friend. She took a firm hold of his shaft and slowly pulled forward, and he stepped forward gently, inch by inch, in response, letting her lead him by his rod.

“It’s usually Big Mac or Braeburn doing this for me,” Applejack said as she guided Lonestar’s cock to its goal.

“One big happy family,” Rarity said, making the farm girl chuckle.

“Yeah… We sure are.”

Lonestar’s head made contact with Rarity’s lips, making her gasp. Applejack licked her lips, and rubbed the tip of the cock against Rarity’s pussy before gently tugging it forward. Lonestar knew the signal, and pushed.

Rarity gasped sharply as the tip of the horse cock slid between her folds and into her. Applejack watched with wide eyes as her lips stretched out to accommodate him, wrapping tightly around him as inch after inch disappeared inside her body. With Applejack’s one hand still holding his shaft, her other hand found its way between her legs and began to work her pussy, slipping two fingers inside of her, imagining herself in Rarity’s place.

The horse whinnied above them, his legs tense as the sensation flooded his mind. Rarity’s head tipped back, her mouth hanging open with a breathless moan, and she squirmed, spreading her legs as wide as she could as the enormous prick forced its way into her cave. “Oooooohhhhhhhmygoooooooddd…!” she groaned through her teeth. “That feels—he’s so—soooo gooooood…”

The horse snorted, and slowly pulled back. Applejack watched, mesmerized, as his shaft emerged slick with Rarity’s juices, and then thrust forward.

“AHHH!” Rarity cried sharply. She gripped the horse’s front legs and braced herself. “Oh fuck! More!”

The horse obliged, and began to fuck her in earnest, pumping his cock in and out of her, grunting and snorting, as Rarity eagerly urged him on. All the while Applejack masturbated as she watched them, her one hand working her slit and rubbing her clit while the other rubbed and squeezed her breasts.

Applejack blinked and focused as Rarity squirmed and began to shift position. She got up on her elbows and held there, letting Lonestar plow into her while she held her balance. Then she pulled her left leg up on the bed and managed to push up on her knees. Murmuring encouragingly, she supported her weight on her knees and raised her ass high, letting her face fall to the bed and gripping Lonestar’s front legs with her hands to brace herself as he proceeded to pound her even harder, the better angle allowing him to drive even deeper into her.

Applejack felt her face burning hotter, and plunged her fingers deeper inside of her. Even lost in voyeuristic bliss, shewas impressed. The first time Applejack let the stallion ride her she had barely managed to hold on as he almost pushed her off the bed. But even under the intense pounding Lonestar was giving her Rarity looked right at home as she braced herself against his forelegs and met his thrusts with her hips. She moaned and squealed in delight, writhing on Lonestar’s cock with wild abandon. Lonestar thrust into her, driving himself deeper and deeper.

Applejack kept her eyes wide open, making sure to capture every moment, every sensation. Rarity’s pussy was white and pink and clean-shaven, stretched out obscenely as it wrapped lovingly around the shaft that slid in and out of her, and she made a little breathy cry with each thrust. Her skin glistened with a coating of love juice, her lips and her mound swollen with desire.

Ah shoulda brought the camera.

“Fuck me!” Rarity screamed as she neared her breaking point. “Don’t stop, Lonestar! Don’t ever—AH! Stop AH fucking me! Fuck my brains out! Fuck your slutty—AH—little mare with your big stallion cock until you’re—AH—I’m – Oh – Oh – Oh my godddhhh!”

The horse didn’t slow down as she came, and neither did Rarity: she screamed herself hoarse as multiple orgasms overcame her, but she kept bucking her hips and begging for more, her legs spread out to either side as wide open as she could get them.

Lonestar didn’t disappoint: he pounded her ceaselessly as he whinnied in pleasure, his cock massaged from all sides along its full length by Rarity’s eager pussy. She had taken all of him inside her wide-stretched hole, his big balls slapping against her mound and her clit with each thrust, her pussy juice pouring out to lather up his shaft and trickle down his sack, forming a puddle on the floor beneath the bed.

“Ye-e-e-e-ess!” Rarity screamed mid-orgasm, the sound punctuated by each thrust. “Harder, Lonestar! Ride me! More! Giddyup! I want your—ah—I’m—AH! MORE, you beautiful beast! Cum inside me and fill me up with your yummy—horse—CUM!”

With one last thrust Lonestar buried himself inside her and came, whinnying loudly as he surrendered to pleasure and pumped her passage full of his seed. Rarity raised her ass as high as she could manage, meeting his last thrust, her toes curling as she received his load.

Applejack pressed down hard on her clit and furiously thrust her fingers inside her, and let out a suppressed scream of her own. Her body knew how it felt to have him cum inside her, that warm torrent forcing its way into her womb and gushing out her lips, and vividly replayed those feelings as she came, her screams mingling with the others.

It took a long time before the air stopped being filled with their cries of ecstasy, but eventually the three lovers were spent, savoring the moment.

Applejack moved first, climbing unsteadily onto her feet. Her knees were wobbly. She hadn’t cum like that from just her own fingers since she was a girl, fantasizing about being pressed between Big Mac and Braeburn, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Come on now,” she patted Lonestar, and the horse reluctantly rose up and stepped backwards. Rarity whined softly as his member, slowly softening and coated in their juices, pulled out of her pussy with a wet slish. It was followed by a waterfall of their cum trickling out of her hole.

Lonestar trotted around the side of the bed and laid down beside his new lover. Rarity collapsed onto the bed with a moan of exhaustion. She rolled over onto her back and lay spread out on the sheet for Applejack to admire: her legs spread wide and dangling off the side; her pink, well-used slit gaping wide with a river of stallion cum slowly drippling out of her in thick, creamy goops. Her hair was a tangled, knotted mess with a few straws of hay in it that looked, even without the testimony of the rest of her, exactly like she had just been fucked hard in a barn until she had lost every inhibition and cared for nothing but to continue getting fucked some more. And finally her face. She was dazed and hazy with pleasure and exhaustion, covered in sweat and spit. She looked up at the barn ceiling with half-lidded eyes above a soft smile, looking utterly at peace, utterly satisfied. Applejack drank in the sight, and felt a deep happiness.

She took hold of Rarity’s hand and pulled her up to a sitting position. “How do ya feel?” Applejack asked her friend.

“I feel… like I got exactly what I needed,” Rarity said. Her voice was weak from screaming. She sat up, and stretched out her arms with a sigh, and smiled at the horse. “Thank you, Lonestar. You were amazing… You’re an absolute gentlecolt, and Applejack is very lucky to have you.”

She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, and he licked her and whinnied.

Rarity giggled, not minding the sudden slathering of a big tongue across her face. “I bet you say that to all the mares.”

He nickered and shook his head.

“Oh my! You naughty boy!” Rarity said, smirking at the stallion who sat looking very innocent. “Well, perhaps next time I’ll give you a special treat, and let you finish in my mouth. Would you like that?”

He nickered again, and nodded.

“I thought you might. Oh, but that’s if there is a next time.” Rarity looked up at Applejack, who had watched the strange exchange in silence, and smiled nervously. “Applejack? I didn’t know how much I needed this in my life. Would you mind terribly if I came back for another round some time? Times. Lots of times.”

Applejack curled the corner of her mouth into a sly smile. “Ah think we could arrange something,” Applejack said slowly, “But you know… Ah do have one more thing to show ya.”

– – –

“Okay, now lie down… Yeah, just like that.”

Applejack waited while Big Mac and Braeburn did one last check that all the gear was in order, and looked around. It was a lovely scene for a shoot, a warm sunny day on a secluded corner of the Acres, lying on the green grass with the woods behinds them.

The boys finished their inspection and gave her a thumb’s up. Applejack brushed her hair out of her eyes and looked into the camera. She was lying on her side wearing only her hat and boots, resting her naked body against Lonestar, who was lying on his barrel.

“And… Action!”

Applejack grinned and addressed the camera. “Howdy, friends! Welcome to Little Apple’s Riding School. Ah’m Little Apple, and Ah’ve got a special surprise for this episode. Everyone please welcome mah good friend Gemstone!”

Applejack scooted to the side and Rarity, already naked, sat down beside her and looked into the camera with a soft smile. “Hello, darlings! I’m Gemstone, and today my dear friend Little Apple is going to teach me how to ride!”

Applejack nodded. “That’s right! Ah invited her along because everything is better if you’re doin’ it with your friends. Aint that right, Gemstone?”

Lonestar nickered, and Rarity squeed. “I’m so excited, I can’t wait!”

“Well then,” Applejack smiled, and shot a knowing smile to the camera. “There’s no time like the present. Let’s get started.”