Mind Set blew out the candle sitting on his desk. The room already had all the aroma masking he required. He smiled, taking in a big whiff for himself. Even when looking for it, he couldn’t smell the hormone inducing potion he let fill the room.

All that he needed now was his first couple.

He took a seat behind his desk and moved his chair so that no one could see his lower half. Already his dick was harder than an iron bar. He had learned from his first attempt using this aphrodisiac, where his pants were torn and his outfit soiled. Instead, he only wore the upper half of his suit.

He looked around room, making sure everything was all prepared. The cider rested on the wooden table near the couches, already filled with even more libido enhancers. The shades were closed so no one would interrupt. The noise cancelling runes still glowed a healthy shade of purple.

A hand tentatively knocked on the door before it opened and Applejack and Big Mac stepped in. Both breathed heavily, looking at the ground as they rushed in. Applejack claimed the couch and Big Mac took the single seater, but both drank the cider he placed out, downing the entire glass within seconds.

“You two seem in a rush,” Mind Set noted. “Has something come up?”

Applejack gave him a small smile. “Well, we’re both a bit ‘onery since you told us we can’t get off for a week, which we promised we wouldn’t.”

“Eeyup.”

“Well, before we begin, I would like to ask a couple of questions.” Mind Set lifted up his notebook. “Is that alright with you?” They both nodded. “To start, did you have any thoughts about the other pony this week and, if so, were they sexual?”

Applejack bit her lip, but nodded.

“Eeyup,” Big Mac said, not bothering to hide his red face turning redder.

“Then the only other question I have is did you stimulate yourself sexually between last session and this one?”

Applejack lay in her bed, her covers tossed to the floor and her body naked to the moon. She couldn’t sleep, thoughts kept piling into her head, thoughts she had to ignore. Big Mac was in the next room. It would be easy for her to go over and check on him, maybe let him catch a peak.

She shook her head, banishing thoughts of her own brother getting worked up over her body, but they didn’t stay gone for long. The thoughts returned with even more intensity. Her hand roamed down to her nethers and started stroking, feeling the wetness collecting.

She let out a hot breath of air as her instincts took over. Her mind turned again to her brother, now focusing on his muscles, his musk, his giant dick. Scenarios ran through her mind, her and her brother in the shower, in a tree, in the kitchen. Him pounding her over and over again, hitting all her spots.

Her fingers were pumping in and out of her pussy, her other hand yanking on a nipple to try and get some extra stimulation. Her own orgasm was building, it was reaching its peak. It was almost there!

I promised not to get off before next week.

The thought ran through her mind and knocked her back to the present. Her fur coated with sweat and her room filling with the scent of sex, she forced herself to slow down, stopping herself from getting off. She withdrew her juice coated hand and put it to her mouth, cleaning the fur of her sex.

She let out a whine, feeling her release retreating. This was the second night in a row she didn’t get to finish, and the trend continued every night after.

In the next room, Big Mac was also stuck in his own climax hell, unable to allow himself to cum.

“Ah got myself close, but never got over that final hurdle,” Applejack admitted. Big Mac nodded along.

Mind Set wrote a few notes down. He checked back on them. Applejack was even more flushed and her breathing became more erratic. Big Mac’s penis threatened to bust out of his pants. Reliving their nights of denial must’ve made them even hornier.

“That’s all the questions I have,” Mind Set said, flipping a page in his notebook. “Now, you two may begin.”

The brother and sister sat still for a moment before they became a flurry of activity. Applejack tossed off her shirt and shorts with abandon, revealing a pair of red, lacy lingerie that covered nothing important and left little to the imagination.

Big Mac paused in his disrobing to admire his sister, but a twitch in his pants and a slight tearing sound sent him back into motion exposing his fully erect ten inch penis. Veins bulged along the length of the shaft, the head already leaking precum. His boxers lay on the floor, already stained.

The two stared at each over for a few seconds, admiring each other’s body before hands found their way south and they both collapsed back into their seats.

Big Mac put his dick into an iron grip and stroked his cock. His hand pistoned along the entire length as he stared hungrily at his sister. From his position, she was practically showing off to him, stretching her pussy out for him to see inside. Her hands groped at her breast, mashing them to get even more feeling.

Big Mac increased his pace as his sister shifted into overdrive, pumping an entire hand in and out of her pussy before a dildo landed next to her. Not even bothering to look at the doctor, she grabbed it and started fucking herself with a dildo almost half the size of her brother’s cock.

Her mind wandered to her brother breaking her upon his rod, making her unable to have any substitute. He’d demand her body and she’d give it to him every day, anything for a cock like that, to have it fucking her and stretching her pussy, having it kiss her womb and pump it full of cum.

Each sibling started moaning the name of the other and moving their hands faster and faster.

“B, B, Big Mac,” Applejack moaned, beginning to thrust her body forward. “I’m close. Fuck! Don’t stop!”

Big Mac nodded vigurously, precum leaking over his chair. His body shook with intensity, his penis trying to let out the torrent that was building.

Like a flip of a switch, Big Mac let out a yell as a river of cum shot out, aimed directly at Applejack. Her mouth opened in surprise and then joined her brother as she screamed, her pussy squirting out and mixing with her brother’s seed. Her scream was cut short as her mouth filled with the salty and appley taste of her brother.

Big Mac wasn’t done and kept up the pressure of his sperm for twenty seconds, staining the other couch and his sister in his cum. Her fur plastered back away, but Applejack swallowed the load in her mouth and grimaced. She took a couple of tissues from the table and attempted to clean herself up.

Big Mac lay back, sweat pooling over him and his chair, his breath coming in ragged.

Mind Set kept his mouth clenched, his own cum staining the underside and walls of his desk. He levelled his breathing before speaking.

“My analysis is done,” he announced, looking at a blank notebook page. The two siblings, despite being spent, look at him intently, which was only mildly ruined by Applejack’s cumstained coat. “It is purely biological. You needn’t worry about incestuous feelings.”

The two breathed a sigh of relief before looking at each other fondly.

“Furthermore, I’d like to offer a suggestion.” Mind Set leaned back in his chair. “You two shouldn’t waste this opportunity of high arousal. Use each other to get off as much as possible while you still can. The feelings may fade in time.”

The two nodded, and started putting their clothes back on.

“How’m Ah supposed to explain my coat to anyone that asks?” She tried putting on her shirt, only to notice it stuck to her curves too well thanks to her drenched body.

“I might have a way to fix that.” Mind Set pointed out the door. “There’s a bathroom down the hall, and I can cast a spell to increase the water pressure from the sink.”

“Thanks.” She put back on her stetson and tipped it to Big Mac. “Be back in a few.”

The door closed behind her and Mind Set’s horn lit up. Big Mac, still catching his breath, was unprepared for the doctor’s magical tendrils to stab into his forehead. With a flash, the two slumped.

Mind Set was prepared and placed himself right into the room filled with filing cabinets. He didn’t have time to spare. He ran over to the cabinet entitled family and tore it open, finding Applejack’s file at the forefront.

He started flipping through it as he ran over to a desk to one side entitled Recent Memories. Laying at the top of a pile of papers was a picture of Applejack masturbating for her brother. Her face heated, mouthing the words “Fuck me.” He found the picture of Applejack in the folder, calm, confident, beautiful. He tore it out and replaced it with the picture of the new Applejack.

Words all over the file started rearranging and rewriting. Activities changed from competition to masturbation, interests went from buckball to giant cocks. Most of all, several descriptors moved around. The top three of adjectives were honest, brave, kind. The new top three: Honest, sexy, fuckable.

He felt his magic spurt away, but not nearly as much as the first time. The mind was malleable, and the changes he made were wanted.

He slammed the folder closed and threw it back into the cabinet. He’d be able to gloat in his work later. He cast the returning spell and felt the cabinets fall away.

Three days later, Mind Set walked the path to the main house of Sweet Apple Acres. The trees were barren, though given the time of year that wasn’t a surprise. Harvesting season just passed. He smiled, the two new lovebirds would have plenty of time to get to know each other.

He knocked on the front door of the house. There was a slight shifting inside before a feminine voice called out, “Who is it?”

“Applejack? It’s Mind Set.” He held up a box. “I brought a gift. May I come in?”

There was a slight rustling noise before the door opened up and Mind Set was greeted with a view: Applejack wearing nothing but an Apron that was clearly several sizes too small. Her nipples were erect through the fabric, and he could easily see the bottom of it was dampened. Paired with her heavy breathing, it wasn’t a guess as to what activities were taking place.

“Did I interrupt something?” he asked.

“N-nothing you haven’t seen before.” Applejack gave a small smile as she let him in. Sitting at the kitchen table was Big Mac wearing no clothes at all. His erect cock was in his hands and he was casually masturbating, but stopped.

“I just remembered,” he got up, “gotta go check some inventory in the barn. Be back soon.”

The two watched him leave.

“So,” Mind Set devoured Applejack with his eyes. “Quite the outfit you have goin’ on there.”

She let out a nervous chuckle. “Y-yeah, Big Mac’s been wanting me to put on more of a show for him every time.” She pulled down the apron, showing teeth marks around her areolas, a glint entering her eye. “Next time he asks for some milk, I’m punchin’ his lights out.”

He nodded, setting the box on the counter. “That’s some more of the cider I made. Feel free to drink up.”

“Thank ya’ kindly, doc, but you know it don’t beat Apple Cider.”

“Of course not.” Mind Set lit his horn and starting casting his spell as Applejack turned her back to him. He walked forward and the moment his tendrils touched the back of her head, he caught and fell back with her. After a moment, he was out too.

Mind Set hated Applejack’s defenses, because there were none. The main defense was the lack of cohesion. Rather than the organized filing room Big Mac had, she had an orchard with each tree being a different person, group of activities, or any other grouping her mind thought of. It was impossible to find anything in a short amount of time.

Fortunately, it didn’t drain his mana pools as much.

He looked around the orchard, pointedly ignoring the red grass and apple shaped clouds. He needed to find the right tree, and fast.

He took off at a jog, reading the signposts as well as he could. Tree after tree, branch after branch. It was madness. After fifteen minutes of searching, he found the first piece of the puzzle: the Fetish tree.

He walked over and put a hand onto it, felt the wood engravings against his fur. Closing his eyes, he focused. The tree only produced three apples: Dominance, Exhibitionism, and Danger. None of these were what he wanted, so he had to force his will over the tree.

“What do ya’ think you’re doin’, partner?” a voice asked, breaking him out of his focus.

He let out a growl, forcing a smile for the Applejack that stood before him. She oozed sexual appeal, her hips positioned just right. Her face, however, was in a frown.

“I assume this is your tree, then?” he asked to which the mental projection nodded. “I have a few ideas for new produce for this tree and thought I might give you a taste of them before asking permission.”

“Oh?” She smirked. “And what’re these new ideas of your’s?”

He pointed to the first branch. “I wanted to recommend you change this, temporarily, over to submissive, instead, to provide a bit of spice and difference.”

“I don’t know.” The mare tapper her lips. “Wouldn’t that put me under your control for a while? How long you talkin’ about?”

“Oh, this isn’t for me.” He gave the mare his best smile as she piqued with interest.. “I only want you to treat your brother better and not try to take away the confidence I’ve nurtured.”

“Well why didn’t ya’ say so? I’d do anything for mah family.” Mindjack nodded along and a new branch sprouted from the tree. Submissive For Brother. He sighed. Minor victory, at least. “What other ideas ya’ got?”

Mind Set lost the feeling in his toes. “Unfortunately, that’s all the time I got for pitching you new ideas. I’ll be back another time to give you the rest.” Without wasting anymore time, he took off running.

“Don’t be a stranger!”

He tried to bring feeling back, but felt the familiar ache of mana drain as this toes refused to get feeling back. Biting back a string of curses, he ran ahead, barely managing to read the signs properly. After another ten minutes, he found the next tree: Masturbation.

He scanned the branches. Toys, Vibrators, Porn, Brother, Fetishes, Incest. He pressed his hand to the tree and focused on the engravings again. After a few seconds, another Mindjack fell from the tree branches.

“Howdy. Whatcha’ need?” She tipped her hat to him, one hand buried into her snatch.

“I needed to talk about a toy that’s on this tree.” He pointed up. “I see brother on there, but what does that mean?”

“Shoot, that’s an easy one.” She snapped and am image of her brother’s cock appeared before them. “Masturbation material at it’s finest. Gives me plenty of images to work with.” She bit her lip as she worked faster.

“Yes, and that’s the issue,” Mind Set said, causing the mare to raise an eyebrow. “See, I, the trained professional, said that you were safe to use each other’s bodies to get off.”

“Yeah, I get that.”

“However, you’re only using the images.” He grabbed the image of the cock and jammed it into the pussy of the Mindjack. She let out a squeal.

“I-Is that really okay?” She looked him over again. “You’re really the trained professional, ain’t’cha?”

Mind Set nodded. “Of course, and this is my personal diagnosis.

Mindjack nodded before gripping the disembodied cock and fucking herself with it. Mind Set looked up at the branch and found Brother had shifted colors and now had a variety of apples growing under it.

He couldn’t feel his arms. Or his legs. And now the feeling was going up to his torso.

Without hesitation, he cast the returning spell.

He came to first, lying on his back in the kitchen. His horn glowed red with heat, and his body was sweating profusely. After a moment, Applejack’s eyes fluttered open.

“Woah, what just happened, doc?”

He breathed heavily. “You fell down and I tried to catch you.” He feigned a pained look. “Your elbow punctured my lung.”

“Hehe, sorry ‘bout that. Won’t happen again.” She started off into space for a few seconds before shaking. “You better get goin’ Ah got some, er, stuff to prepare for.”

Mind Set nodded and waved goodbye as he stepped out the door. He made it back to his office, finding a letter waiting for him. It was written on heavy, creamy paper with the royal seal of Princess Mi Amore Cadenza. Breaking the seal, he opened the letter.

It was covered in fluid stains.

Dear Mind Set,

I’ve missed you and you’re sessions, so I’m heading over to Ponyville on a visit in a few days. Clear your schedule, I’m not letting you leave the bed until Shining forces me to come back. Don’t worry, I’ll be disguised so I don’t draw any attention.

I also have a gift for you~

Princess Mi Amore Cadenze
Your Personal Slut
Princess of Love
Judiciary Whore of Night Court

Author's Note

For any of you reading the blog, apologies. I try to keep my chapters between 2k and 3k words long, just for my own sanity, and this one was running a bit long, though next chapter, I swear there will be sex!

As such, I will give you guys two chapters this month, and will have the next one ready within a week's time, with the third part of this two-parter.

I would also like to put out a call for an editor. If you're interested, feel free to PM me.