Changing Minds

by AlternativePerversion

Rating: mature
Tags: Princess Cadance, Other, Romance, Original Character, Porn, Fetish, Big Macintosh, Sex, Anthro, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 12653

Clop with Plot about the corruption of Ponyville from harmonious village to debaucherous lands.

Previous Royal Psychologist Mind Set has moved to Ponyville to set up practice with assurances of his position back in the Crystal Empire. Having tested his technique in the north, the town of Ponyville will be a perfect place to perfect his methods and, hopefully, make everyone a bit more happy.

Honestly, just a bit more clop, though with a plot.

General Story Warnings:
Corruption
Moral Degradation
Excessive Cum
Slutification
And a whole lotta plot mixed in with the clop

Specific Chapter Warnings:
Chapter 1: Incestuous feelings and no actual clop. Just the set up.
Chapter 2: Mutual Masturbation, Incestuous thoughts, no actual sex, set up for further plot.
Chapter 3: BJ's, titfucks, incest, masturbation
Chapter 4: Cunnilingus, anal, vaginal, incest, outfits

Published 2018-06-18 06:00:07 UTC
Last updated 2018-07-25 19:05:20 UTC

Chapter 1: Big Mac and Applejack (1/2)

Mind Set flipped through a manilla folder. Inside were a variety of papers, a couple pictures, but mostly just notes he wrote himself on his first patients. Setting a mug on his table, he got up from his desk and walked to the door. It was already a little past two, so his new patients would be arriving any moment now.

Someone knocked at the door. Wiping his hands on a handkerchief, Mind Set walked over and opened the door. Standing there was a stallion and a mare. The stallion was tall, taller than even Mind Set at 6’ 2’’, and built sturdier than a brick wall. The mare was by no means tiny and looked sturdier than her companion.

“Howdy, doc,” the mare said. “How’re ya’ doin’ today?”

“Quite well, Applejack.” Mind Set opened the door wider and waved his hand. “Please, come in and take a seat.”

The two walked in, the red stallion choosing to sit in one office’s couch while Applejack sat in one of the side chairs.

“What brings you in today?” Mind Set asked.

Applejack took off her stetson, placing it on her lap. “Well, doc, Twilight told us you were good at talkin’ ponies out of problems, and, well…” She let out a sigh. “Big Mac’s got a problem with words, and he made me promise to come with him.”

“Eeyup,” the stallion said, his voice a deep rumble.

“What problem might that be?” Mind Set opened his notebook and started writing. “He seems to be able to vocalize well enough.”

“It’s not a problem.” Big Mac shot a glare at his sister. “Just ‘cause I think before speakin’ don’t mean I got a problem with words.”

“Big Mac, you know as well as I do that if there’s more than three people in the room, your mouth shuts tighter than a clam!” Applejack’s voice got louder as she put her stetson back on. “You gotta learn to speak to ponies if you wanna ever marry Sugar Belle.”

The doctor cleared his throat, drawing their attention back to him. “I think I can help, but it’s not an issue that needs to be forced.” He gave them both a smile. “If you wish to help your brother, and admirable goal, I would like to meet with you after his meetings here every week.

“Meanwhile, Big Mac, you may not want help, but if you can give me but a few sessions, on the house, and still don’t think it’s useful, I’ll not force you.” He held out his hand. “Does that sound like a deal?”

The two looked at each other, a conversation occuring in a few seconds before Applejack nodded. “Got yourself a deal, doc.”

“Welcome back, Big Mac,” Mind Set said, opening the door for the stallion. “Please, come in and take a seat. Would you like something to drink?”

“Water.” Big Mac took a seat on the couch again.

Mind Set nodded, grabbing one of the tea cups and filling it with just water before adding in some powder and giving it to Big Mac.

“Today, as our last session, we are going to do something more direct.” Mind Set brought out his a book. “I am going to go into your subconscious and try to find the root of your shyness.”

Big Mac tensed up. “You gonna go messin’ with mah head?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t share with anyone what I see in there, and you won’t even affect anything in your daily life.” He held out a sheet. “Unfortunately, I’ll have to ask you to sign this form, giving me permission and remove liability if I am to die in there.”

“Die?” The farmer’s eyes went wide. “You could die in my brain?”

“Only if I’m not careful.” He pushed the form forward. “I’m willing to take this risk to help you, don’t worry.”

Big Mac nodded and signed. “Do Ah gotta do anything?”

“Nope, just stay still for a few seconds.” Mind Set’s horn glowed and tendrils of magic formed around Big Mac’s temples. The weaves became more complex and entered the forehead of the farmer before everything flashed and the two slumped over.

Mind Set looked around his surroundings. A large doom fortress rose above him surrounded by a forest of apple trees. The sky was shining brightly, with the sun being far closer than it comfortably should be.

Everypony’s mind was different in its defenses. Unicorns were especially difficult as they usually had magical defenses on top of mental ones to ward against intruders. Pegasi defenses consisted of clouds and requiring acts of athleticism that no other race could hope to achieve.

Earth ponies were special. Their defenses could be stronger than any other race’s or the weakest. Their defenses varied from simple endurance to mental faculties that rivaled the greatest architects. However, there was a chemical that stabilized and weakened the mental defenses, one that was in Big Mac’s drinks every week he came for a visit.

Mind Set walked to the castle, expecting some resistance, but he came across several corpses of goblins, a minotaur, and even a knight in armor. Each was covered in a white powder.

Smiling, he walked past the main gates of the castle and into its courtyard. Looking around at the various brick buildings, he saw what he was looking for: the telltale sign of beliefs, a heart. In this case, it was a sign with a heart on it hanging above one of the doors.

Entering the building, he hurried forward. He didn’t have unlimited time, and he could already feel his magic getting weaker. Practically running, he followed the twist and turns of the building’s hallways until he reached a room full of cabinets.

The moment he entered the room, he felt his mana drain slow to a trickle. Exploring the mind wasted mana. As long as he didn’t waste time walking around the outer area, he should have enough time.

With a relieved sigh, he walked over to the cabinet enscribed “Family” and opened it. There were multiple folders, one for each of his family members. He flipped through them until finally finding the one entitled Applejack.

Taking it out, he opened and read through it until he found the adjectives. Honest, Kind, Prideful, all ones he expected to be there, but, right at the end written small enough to require him to squint he read the word “sexy”.

Mind Set smiled. This made his plan so much easier. He took a pen from his breast pocket and wrote down in large letters “Sexy”, as well as “Beautiful” and “Fuckable”. Closing the folder, he replaced it into the cabinet, which glowed a dark red for a second as some part of Big Mac rewrote itself.

Mind Set’s limbs fell to his side, and it was all he could do to stay upright. Just those three words had driven out most of his mana reserves. Scrambling, he cast the returning spell before he could be stuck in Big Mac’s mind.

“Ah guess this is goodbye, doc.” Big Mac held out his hand. “Pleasure bein’ your patient.”

“I’m sorry for not being as much help,” Mind Set said, smiling. “If you ever need my help again, please, do not hesitate. I’ll happily see you.”

Big Mac walked down the hallway as Applejack was walking towards it. He gave her a wave and, though she returned it, her face turned a bright scarlet that she tried to hide by tipping her hat.

“Doc, we need ta talk,” she said as she stormed in and took a seat where Big Mac was. “I been feelin’ strange and I’d like your advice.”

“I will do what I can.” He took a seat behind his desk, patting at the sweat from his horn. It still glowed hot with all the mana he used up. “What type of weird feelings have you been having?”

Her face turned red again, staying this way. “W-well, it’s about Big Mac.” She gulped. “Just ta make sure, nothing Ah say will be told outside a’ this room, right?”

“Full confidentiality as long as you’re not killing anyone.”

“Good.” She took a breath. “To put it simply, whenever Ah see Big Mac, I get… ‘aroused’ as you might say.”

Mind Set blinked, feigning confusion. “Aroused? As in sexually?”

“A’course Ah mean sexually!” She glared at him, but a slight shudder went through her. “Whenever Ah see him in the fields, sweat mattin’ his fur on his muscles, or when he’s exiting the shower with a tower around his waist… it’s just too much for me! Am Ah sick, doc?”

“No, I wouldn’t say that.” He held up a photo of Big Mac. “Your brother is an attractive stallion. There are many a mare in town that would love to have him for a night.”

“But Ah’m his sister!” she shouted. “Ah can’t be havin’ these thoughts!”

“It’s simple biology, Applejack.” He smiled at her, a calm, gentle smile that knew all too much. “I don’t judge you for your feelings. You can’t help your biology, after all. Get your release or high off of it and leave it or don’t.” He shook his head. “I can’t exactly talk you out of your feelings.”

“Ya’ sayin’ there’s nothing you can do to help me?”

“Well,” he paused, tilting his head back and forth. “I suppose I could try a few things, but you’ll have to come by next week.”

“Alright.” She nodded. “Ah’ll be here next week, same time.”

Two weeks later, Applejack returned to the office, her mane messy and fur matted up as if she hadn’t taken a shower in the past 24 hours.

“Are you alright?” Mind Set asked.

“No, doc, I ain’t ‘alright’.” She sat down in the chair. “Your advice didn’t help!”

He walked over and started preparing her cider. “What do you mean?”

Her face, already red, turned an even deeper shade of scarlet. “Ah mean the masturbation! You said to get it outta my system so I could focus on other things, but everytime I get off, the need just comes right back up!”

The doctor nodded, adding more libido enhancers into her drink. He also started enforcing the casuality field in the room. “That is a problem. Perhaps it’s your technique that’s off.”

“Technique?” She glared at him. “You sayin’ Ah don’t know how to get myself off?”

“Not at all, not at all.” He waved her down. “However, I need to test it for myself.” He handed her the cider, which she chugged down. “Do you mind getting off right now?”

Both were silent for a second.

“Excuse me?”

“I need to see how you’re masturbating and if it’s a good technique,” Mind Set said. “If you aren’t getting off well enough, then it makes sense that it keeps rising up.”

Applejack opened her mouth to argue when the doctor brought out a picture of Big Mac working the fields. Just the picture was enough to make her more wet. She bit at her lip.

“Fine, but you gotta leave the room when I say!”

“Very well.” Mind Set handed her the photograph. “Tell me to leave whenever you wish and I will do so.”

Applejack stared at the picture for a few moments, her mind calling moments between herself and her brother. Him slick with sweat and walking past her. The smell of his work lingering over him.

Her breathing grew more erratic as she got herself into the mindset. She pushed down her daisy dukes and panties, the latter slightly stained. Holding the picture in her left hand, she put her right to her slick nethers and started rubbing, getting it more wet.

After a dozen seconds, she put one finger into her pussy, driving it in and out. After a time, she stuck in another, and another. She caressed her clit with her thumb before trying to crush it. She pistoned her fingers in and out as fast as she could, feeling the climax forming and rising within her. She felt the juices on the verge of spraying out. She was so close, within a few moments, she would have everthing she wanted. She just needed to---

The picture of Big Mac’s face was ripped from her hand by Mind Set, who stood, looking ashamed. Applejack’s mind returned to where she was, her climax slipping away. She bit her lower lip hard enough to get blood trickling.

“Apologies, but I have seen enough and didn’t with to embarrass you further,” Mind Set said, moving back behind his desk. “Your technique is adequate, but do you use any toys?”

“Toys, doc?” she asked, trying to slow her breathing. “Ah’ve never needed them before.”

He nodded. “I would advise you get some. They will help you get through the day.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a vibrating bead. “This, in particular, you will likely find most helpful.” He tossed it to her. “Feel free to keep it. It’s new.”

“T-Thanks, Doc.” She got up, pulling up her panties and shorts. “Ah’ll… see you next week.”

The next week, both of the Apples were outside his office during the normal meeting time. Both looked haggard, as if they hadn’t slept.

Mind Set ushered them in and took a seat behind the desk, waiting for them to speak.

“We, uh… overheard a thing or two from each other,” Applejack started. “While I was in my room, handlin’ business, Ah screamed out Big mac’s name into mah pillow,” she shot him a look, her face a bright red, “after Ah heard him call out my name in the shower.”

“Eeyup.”

Mind Set nodded. “Well. That is a development.”

“Doc, are we sick?” she asked. “Do we got some sorta genetic disease or whatever it’s called these days? Should we report into an asylum?”

He was silent for a second. “Well, there is nothing wrong for being aroused this way. It’s simply biology.” He tapped his pen on his desk. “The most simple solution would be to help each other get off by co-masturbation.”

The two looked at him like he had grown a second head. Mind Set’s horn glowed as he put more magic into the casuality field.

“So,” Big Mac scratched his chin, “what you’re sayin’ is for us to watch each other gettin’ off to help ourselves get off?”

“Yes, that is correct.” He looked at both of them. “Most ponies have to use the internet to find material, or watch other ponies going about their day. It’s not wrong to appreciate each other’s bodies, even if you are family.”

“But what if it ain’t that?” Applejack asked. “What if it’s some incest relationship? That’s illegal and wrong!”

Mind Set nodded. “Then there is one solution. An observer, someone to watch you two do it and make sure that it’s purely physical and not mental attraction.” He grimaced. “If need be, I can watch over you two and verify it.”

“R-really?” The two looked at each other. A conversation faster than light in a few seconds of looking occured before they looked back. “Thanks, doc. We owe ya’ one.”

“Unfortunately, it cannot be today.” He held up a planner. “I have other patients I must be seeing today. This time, next week.” The two nodded before hurrying away. “And, one final note: Don’t maturbate at all until next week!”

The moment the door was closed, Mind Set opened his journal.

Test Subject Apples easily influenced by combination of drugs Seducatrix and Libonium as well as mental influences. Currently passed stage one within two months, twice as fast as Test Subject Love. Continuing to monitor.

Chapter 2: Big Mac and Applejack (2/2)

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.

Chapter 3: Big Mac and Applejack (3/2)

Big Mac sat in the living room, his legs up on the table and his flaccid cock drooped over a leg. He would’ve had his eyes close if the sights he saw behind his eyelids didn’t try and compete to the mare in the kitchen. He shook his head. Applejack was acting different lately, taking on more chores, and generally being more helpful and nice to him.

He grabbed the cider the doc gave them and took a long draught. There was something about the juice that always made him feel better, like an itch that just got scratched. He heard a few tentative footsteps and turned to find his sister carrying to plates of pancakes on legs that wobbled.

She’d been wearing more and more provocative pieces lately, today was no different. After hearing his suggestion, she went and bought a few new outfits, including the white lingerie she currently wore that showed off her assets.

Already, he saw the issue: A vibrator lodged in her pussy and was still on. He checked the remote next to him and found he forgot to turn it off when she left the room. He smiled as she set the plates down and sat on the floor.

“Hey,” he took hold of his cock. “You’re lookin’ a bit unwell. Need a show before dinner?”

Applejack bit her lip and looked down. “Ah want more than a show.” Her pussy ached, making it hard for her to think straight, and the vibrator slowly drained what remaining thoughts she had left. She moved in front of him and stared his rod down. His sister kneeling before him made it go full mast, awaiting docking.

“What’re you doin’, AJaaaay?!” he shouted as she slid her tongue along the underside of his cock, feeling the bumps of the veins as she brought it to the base of it and back.

“I’m just helpin’ ya out,” she said. “Like the doc said, our bodies are meant to get each other off.”

Staring at it, she felt a sudden need to take more of it. It was salty and stank of sweat from working out in the fields. She needed more. The first taste wasn’t enough.

She licked all the sides of it, giving light sucks, and her hand moved to massage his balls. Big Mac let out a groan, which his sister took as high praise. Putting her head back to the tip, she forced her lips around it and started taking it all into her mouth.

Inch by inch, she forced the cock’s head into her mouth, then started on the shaft. She got half way before her gag reflex kicked in, but this was for her brother. If it made him happy, then she was gonna see it done. Determined, she suppressed the urge as best she could and continued swallowing.

After a minute, she couldn’t breath. The head was blocking her air canal. Her eyes were watering, but she was so close. When her vision started to blur, her lips touched the base and she started pulling back. The shaft reappeared like a long necked turtle coming out of its shell.

Big Mac let out a groan, barely stopping himself from cumming. “Wh-Where’d you learn to do that?”

“Secret,” she said, her mind going back to the dildos she practiced on last night. Her hand moved to drenched pussy and she started to finger fuck herself. “Anything else ya’ want?”

Behind Big Mac’s eyes glowed the fire of Celestia’s sun. He knew what he wanted. “On the cou--” What was he doing?! Big Mac looked down at his sister, fucking herself while peering up at him, one eye covered by his cock. They were related by blood. No matter how hot that sounded, they could not fuck.

He clenched his teeth. He wasn’t about to take his sister’s virginity, if she still had it, no matter how much he wanted to. Applejack was still waiting for instructions, eagerly hoping he’d make her a living fleshlight. He wouldn’t, but her mouth and tits he could use.

“Get me off,” he commanded, sitting back on the couch. “Use your tits.”

“As you say, master,” she purred.

Applejack smiled and brought her hands up to rub around his cock, using her spit to lubricate it. She licked every inch of it making sure it was nice and slick before kissing the tip and bringing up her tits. They enveloped his cock in their folds and slowly slid along the length. Anytime the head was free from her mammaries, she gave it warm comfort in the confines of her cavernous mouth.

Big Mac clenched his teeth. He was close before, now he was on the edge. He felt the cum churn in his balls trying to escape. Applejack’s hand went south and caressed them for a moment as she stopped titty fucking him.

“C’mon, Mac.” She opened her mouth over the head of his dick. “Give me my drink already.”

His eyes went wide and she took the head into her mouth and starting rolling it over with her tongue. Tipping the balance, he let out a growl as he came, shoving his pelvis forward. Applejack locked her mouth over the head and drank as much of it as she could, but there was too much. Even after the morning masturbation, he was still full of sperm.

With a popping sound, he released his cock only for it to spray his seed over her face, and hair, before she fell back, and sprayed all over one dish of pancakes. After a few more seconds, Big Mac fell back in his chair, breathing heavily.

Applejack smacked her lips, a dreamy look on her face. She looked around for the morning’s cumrag and used it to clean herself off. Big Mac watched for a few second before looking at the now coated pancakes.

“Sorry ‘bout that.” He grimaced and took a drink of the cider. “I’ll go make you a new batch.”

“Nah, that’s fine.” She took the plate and stabbed a fork into it. “Your cum tastes like apples anyways, sure it’s no different from the syrup we use.” She dove into the pancakes, devouring them and even dipping some into the extra cum on the table.

Big Mac watched in a mixture of increasing horniness and growing uneasy. Something felt wrong, he just couldn’t put his finger on it. Shaking his head, he tore into his own plate of pancakes.

Mind Set looked at the clock; it was already almost noon. His room was dark, containing a single window that was covered by heavy, red curtains. He flinched at what little light the window let get through and put a hand up to his horn.

It burned at the touch.

He let out a growl at his growing migrain. Caster’s Burn. Most unicorns didn’t cast spells above their capacity, but he had multiple times. Every session he had with the Apples where he used heavy magic cost him two days in bed, unable to even go outside.

He closed his eyes, determined to go to bed and wait the sensation out.

His doorbell rang, sending spears of pain through his skull. He opened one eye, the world looking more bleary. He didn’t have any appointments, nor was there anyone scheduled to come. Memories of a letter returned and his eyes went mind.

Letting out a groan, he forced himself up in one smooth motion, bringing more pain into his mind than he liked having. He got up and looked himself over, noting he had fallen asleep with his robe on. Good enough. He took tentative, tiny steps out of his room, each one bringing a new level of pain as the windows outside of his bedroom contained much thinner shades, allowing more sunlight in.

He shimmied into the living room.

“There you are!” a familiar voice shouted from his left, sending him scrambling back as his vision clouded with black spots and his mind felt like it exploded.

Sitting in his living room was a mare he didn’t recognize. A buxomous beauty, to be sure, with tits clearly designed for nursing, but with a brown coat and form fitting clothes and a lovely golden necklace. Her wings flared behind her, a lighter shade of yellow, but on her face was a smile of true joy.

She looked at him, curiously tilting her head. “What’s wrong? Not excited to see me?”

He stood up straighter and motioned her to quiet her voice down. There was a faint buzzing coming from her direction. In a whisper, he asked, “Who are you?”

She giggled. “One second.” The mare closed her eyes and a faint pink glow filled the room as a horn appeared on her forehead and her coat changed to pink. Her wings still stood stiff, but her clothes changed entirely. There were vibrators on her nipples, in her pussy, and on her clit.

Her coat looked like it went through a cum bath and she didn’t bother to clean herself up afterwards. Her clothes were far more revealing, with everything important on display. On her thigh were the words “For My Subject’s Use” with an arrow pointed at her pussy, and another one pointed at her ass. Her golden necklace was replaced with a collar that read Slut.

This was definitely Princess Cadence.

Mind Set’s mouth went dry. If anyone saw her in this state, there would be inquiries and he’d wind up in a Canterlot prison cell or a chained up in Tartarus, if not a fate worse than those.

“Princess,” he said through gritted teeth. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have an empire to run?”

“Didn't you get my letter? I told you I was dropping by.” She placed her hands on her hips and leaned over, giving him a better view of her cleavage. She looked down at his dick, seeing it still soft. “What? Not happy to see me?”

“I’m in a great deal of pain, right now.” His eyes were only half lidded, trying in vain to keep the light out. “So, please, if you need to achieve release, do so and then we can speak.”

“Yes, sir.” Cadence walked over to the door, where a suitcase waited. She opened a side pocket and withdrew a large, thick dildo. Placing it on the ground, she bounced her hips up and down on it, her ass jiggling, enticing Mind Set to play with it.

The moment she let out moans, Mind Set’s eyes shot wide. He didn’t have silencing runes around his house yet. He hobbled forward, grabbing a pillow from the couch and shoving it into her mouth.

“Do you have a gag in-- of course you do.” He let the pillow drop as she nodded. “Grab it and put it on.”

Cadence pulled herself off the dildo, tendrils of her linking her pussy and its partner. She opened up another side pocket and withdrew a ball gag, hooking it around before strutting back to her toy. This time, she looked Mind Set in the eye as she pounded herself harder and faster, her mind begging him to join her.

Every moan of pleasure set pain through his mind. It was child’s play to resist.

After a few more minutes, Cadence let out a scream into the gag before peeling herself off and removing the gag, letting out a breath.

“I’ve been holding back ever since I got onto the train,” she said, disappointment flashing over her. “I was so looking forward to you fucking me like no other can.”

Mind Set clenched his teeth again, purposely pushing his mind away from the trigger words he left in her, ones that would leave her at his mercy.

“Princess, please sit down.” He guided her over to his dining table. “Why did you really come?”

“For you,” she gave him a wink. “I wasn’t lying, I really came for you and you alone.” She leaned forward in her chair. “I knew you were gonna be in Ponyville and you didn’t have access to any mare for sex, nor were you married…” She flashed him a smile again. “So, I thought why not come and help relieve you from the monotony?”

He clenched his teeth again. “While I appreciate the gesture, my Princess, won’t your subjects be worried that you suddenly disappeared?”

“Nope!” she said, obvious happy with herself. “Shiny’s mistress is currently taking my shape and duties in the Empire, so no one’s the wiser.” She levitated her bag over and took out a newspaper. On the cover showed Princess Cadence on her throne, her husband underneath her as the two fucked for the reporter. “That’s her. See? She’s doing a fine job.”

“But surely you’ll want to return immediately to help your subjects---”

“Oh, there’s one more thing!” She looked around for a moment before closing her eyes. Her horn lit up and the groove filled with magic. Energy coalesced around her horn, taking the shape of a key, before popping. She reached out to a small door in the air, opened it, and took something from within.

The rest of her magic dissipated as the object changed locations from a different plane to their own. A wave of energy his him, a wave of growing and inconceivable lust, threatening to overwhelm his mind and drive him to the brink of madness.

He felt his dick become stiff as an iron bar, his coat stood on end, he felt a growing need to get atop the mare and fuck her hard enough to shatter her mind, using every trigger to bring them both to orgasm after orgasm. After a moment the wave died down to an almost undetectable level and the stiffness he had send pain instead of pleasure up to his head.

His eyes scrunched closed and his hands formed fists. “What was that?”

“It’s something I thought you’d like.” She held it out to him. After a few more seconds, he reached his hand out and let one eye open. She dropped the object into his hand and he held it up to look it over.

It was a ring. The main portion of it was made of a black material, perhaps obsidian, that complimented his grey coat well. The interesting part was the bright red crystal used as the centerpiece. The material looked familiar, but wrong. The red gem was the origin of the wave of energy.

“What is this?” he asked, looking it over in the little light in the room.

“It’s a piece of the Crystal Heart.” Cadence smiled and took out some photos. “It’s changed colors. It’s now a hot red and any time we activate it, ponies still turn to crystals but with expansions to their asses, pussies, tits, and dicks.” She licked one of her fingers. “It’s a lot of fun.”

“While this is a good gift, I still think you should---”

Another set of hands pounded on the door, sending pain back through his mind. He looked around the room, noticing the dildo Cadence left out and the ballgag on the floor next to it.

“Clean those up and put back on your disguise, now!” he yelled in a hushed whisper. Cadence immediately set to task, turning her coat back to the brown and her horn disappearing. She wheeled her luggage and toys to the back of the house.

Mind Set checked his appearance in the mirror. He still looked disheveled, bags under his eyes, and his eyes were now bloodshot. Perfect.

He creaked the door open and in his best sick voice asked, “Whose there?”

“Howdy, doc,” the tall red stallion said. “Mind if Ah come in? We need ta’ talk.”

“Macintosh?” Mind Set looked at him with half lidded eyes, the outside sun feeling like it was assaulting him. “I’m sorry, but I’m not feeling well. Can this wait until another time?”

“Sorry, doc, but this is important.” Big Mac looked serious, meeting the doctor’s gaze with steely resolve.

“V-very well.” He opened the door wider. “Come in and take a seat.”

Big Mac entered just as Cadence stepped back to the living room. He froze, nearly scrambling back.

“Who’re you?”

Cadence froze before a devious smile grew on her lips. “I’m the Doctor’s new secretary, Rosey Fields.” She strode over and forcibly shook his hand. “Are you one of the his patients? If so, I’m sure we’ll get to know each other very well!”

“Ah, uh, well, Ah’m not exactly one of his patients.” Big Mac scratched the back of his head. “Ah just need a bit of advice from the him.”

Mind Set gave Cadence a glare that could kill. “Rosey, would you please go to the shop and pick me up some medicine?” He put up a fake smile for his patient. “I’m sure you’ll know which one to pick out.”

“Sure thing, boss!” ‘Rosey’ walked away, swaying her hips until the door finally blocked their view.

Mind Set sat in his armchair and Big Mac took the chair across from him. “What seems to be the issue?”

“Doc, Ah don’t mean to disagree with ya’, I really don’t.” Big Mac scratched the back of his head again. “But Ah’m startin’ to think my feelin’s for Applejack are illegal, of the mental kind.”

“What makes you think that?”

Big Mac told him about what occurred the prior night. Mind Set nodded along, hiding a smile behind his hands at some parts. Everything was proceeding smoothly.

“To summarize,” Mind Set said after listening, ticking off a finger with each point, “you looked out for your sister’s self interest, didn’t want to jeopardize your relationship, wanted to please your sister, and, in the end, chose to restrict yourself so you didn’t do something illegal all for the sake of your sister.”

“Yes, sir.”

He tapped his finger on the armchair, a plan forming. “Yes, the feelings you have are approaching boyfriend or husband type of thoughts.” Before Big Mac could speak he held up a finger. “But that is not bad. It means you’re a good brother and, maybe, a good husband.”

“But it’s wrong!” Big Mac bared his teeth. “It’s not right for a brother to want to fuck his sister!”

“Yes, yes, I agree. However.” He gave Big Mac a comforting smile. “I’ve read the history of those laws, and most of them center around relationships that were abusive in nature, usually akin to pedophilia and raising a husband or wife. What you described wouldn’t fall under that and, I think, would be an exception to the rule.”

“Ah,” he paused, trying to wrap his head around the idea. “What?”

“I’m not qualified for this, but I know someone who is.” The plan fully came together in his mind. “I think Princess Cadence could settle this issue on whether or not your feelings are bad or ones to be lauded.”

Big Mac’s eyebrows shot up. “That’s a great idea! If there’s a pony that can tell us about love, it’s her! AJ’s talked about her and how devoted she is to her husband.” He got up and rushed over to Mind Set, shaking his hand. “Thank ya’, doc! How long before you can ask her?”

Mind Set took his hand back, feeling the pain of movement hit him again. “I’m sure I can get her to you by tomorrow or the next day. Please, make the house presentable for her.”

“Will do, doc!” Big Mac rushed out the door, a spring in his step. Rosey, conveniently, was just outside and about to open the door and snuck in after him.

“What was he so happy about?” Cadence asked as she reverted back to her normal form.

Mind Set walked over to Cadence and grabbed her by the horn, forcing her to the floor. “What was that about being my secretary?!”

She gave him a sheepish grin. “I thought it’d be the best way to force you to let me stay.” She held up a bag. “I got the medicine you asked for.”

He let go and walked back to the table. “Princess, I’m going to need to put you to use tomorrow.” He let a genuine smile form on his lips. “How familiar are you with wedding ceremonies?”

Author's Note

I'm sorry! It just keeps growing and growing, scenes keep getting added and added! I swear, this arc will be done within the week that I promised, but next chapter will be the last one... hopefully.

Until then, enjoy more words.

Note: Still looking for an editor. If you're interested, please PM me.

Chapter 4: Big Mac and Applejack (4/2)

Mind Set couldn’t keep his eye from twitching. His eyes burned and the bags underneath them weighed him down. The cause of his tiredness, Princess Cadence, stood in his living room slowly putting her toys onto the table. Already there was an arsenal of dildos, a rope of beads, enough handcuffs for Ponyville’s prison, and a wardrobe of costumes.

“Princess, did you bring anything useful?” he asked harshly. Cadence flinched, piling more toys from her bag onto the table. “Clothes or any attire suitable for Ponyville?”

“I did bring some, yes.” Cadence reached into the bag and pulled out a few extremely short shorts and a shirts three sizes too small. “It’s warmer here, so I thought I’d pack light.”

The doctor silently cursed himself for how far he had pushed Cadence. His thoughts turned to last night, and the constant moans coming from his bedroom. He gave the Princess his bed while he slept on the couch, but he was certain he’d need to wash the sheets before sleeping in it. He needed to get more soundproofing runes.

“Look, just throw on an illusion.” He looked over the costumes and picked out a heavily altered Nun of the Sun outfit. “And take this as well, you might be able to use it.”

Cadence’s horn lit up before disappearing as she turned into Rosey Fields. She gave a quick salute and wink. “After we’re done, are we gonna finally have some fun?”

“Depends on how successful you are.” He opened the door and all but shoved her out. “Now, play the part.”

Mind Set looked over the Apples’ house. It was eerily quiet and calm. He sniffed the air as he approached the door. There was no smell of sex, nor could he hear moans of pleasure. He knocked on the door. A few seconds passed before Applejack opened it, fully clothed in her normal attire.

“Howdy, doc.” Her eyes looked beside him. “And who’s you’re friend?”

“I can explain that inside.” He gestured into the house. “Mind if we come in?”

“Sure.” Applejack opened the door and let them into the living room. Everything was clean, even the table sparkled from polishing. Flowers let out their sweet scents, masking the room’s lingering odors.

‘Rosey’ took a seat on the couch and Mind looked around. “Is Big Mac here? I’d like to discuss this with him as well.”

“He’s locked himself upstairs.” Applejack pointed to the stairs. “Won’t open the door for me, asks me to leave a plate of food outside.” She scratched her ear. “Ah’m startin’ to get mighty worried.”

Mind Set nodded. “Give me a moment.” He walked up the stairs, down the hallway to a room with a O&O poster on the front. He knocked on it. “Big Mac? Are you in there?”

The door creaked open and the scent of sweat and semen assaulted his nose. Big Mac looked him over from the crack in the door. “What’d ya’ need?”

“Princess Cadence is here to speak to you both.”

Big Mac perked up, his ear flicking. “Great. Ah’ll, uh, be right out.” The door closed and Mind Set heard a zipper get pulled up. The door opened again to reveal Big Mac in wrinkled shirt and pants.

The two returned downstairs, Big Mac fidgeting the whole way. Sweat coalesced around his temples.

“...secretary, huh?” Applejack asked ‘Rosey’ as they entered. “Does that pay good?”

“It pays well enough, oh they’re back.” ‘Rosey’ got up and walked over to Mindset, standing besides him. Big Mac took a seat, making a clear distinction to leave space between him and his sister. Applejack closed the distance and lay against him.

Big Mac looked around the room. “Uh, where’s she?”

Mind Set cleared his throat and ‘Rosey’ melted away to reveal Princess Cadence wearing a regular shorts and a properly sized shirt.

Thank Celestia for illusions.

Applejack flinched back, taking her body off Big Mac’s, much to the latter’s relief. “Woah, nelly. Princess Cadence, what’re ya’ doin’ here?”

“I was asked to come for Big Mac’s concerns. Concerns he was asking Mind Set about.” Cadence smiled. “As the Princess of Love, I’m the best to ask about love, y’know?”

Applejack looked between Big Mac and Mind Set to Big Mac again. “Is there somethin’ ya’ll aren’t telling me?”

Mind Set raised an eyebrow to the brother, who coughed politely. “Ah was startin’ to think that my feelin’s were approaching that illegal type of love, so Ah asked the doc to bring over Princess Cadance to give us the okay or tell us it’s wrong.”

“What?” Applejack grabbed one of the couch’s pillows and smacked him with it. “Why in tarnation did ya’ do that?”

“Ah was worried about us,” Big Mac said in a hushed voice.

Silence filled the room.

“What’re ya’ talkin’ about?” Applejack asked, scooting closer.

“Ah’m not the best big brother.” Big Mac put his hand on his sisters. “Ah can be rude, inconsiderate, and downright ignorant. Ah get jealous, angry, and envious of ya’ sometimes. But the feelin’s Ah got, they ain’t my old feelin’s. They’re more than what I used ta’ feel about ya’.” He brought her hand up and gave it a kiss. “Applejack, Ah care about ya’ more than you know. I didn’t want to tell ya’ in case it was wrong, but Ah can’t hold it in.”

“‘Mac,” Applejack paused, biting her lower lip, tears forming behind her eyes. But she was smiling. “Tat was a good speech.” She pulled him in for a hug. “Ah feel the same way about ya’.”

“Ah didn’t wanna tell ya in case this goes south.” He lay his head on her shoulder. “In case mah feelin’s aren’t true or wrong. Sorry.”

Mind Set looked at Princess Cadence, who was getting close to crying herself. He nudged her and made a motion for her to speak.

“Oh, uh,” Cadence cleared her throat. “From what I see, your relationship doesn’t seem unhealthy or abusive, so it can fall under the fourth clause of family relationships.” She winked at them both. “I allow you two to date and fuck each other if you need, though,” she paused for dramatic effect, “there is another option.”

Big Mac perked up. “What’s that?”

“It might sound weird, but I can marry you two, if you want.”

The Apples nearly jumped to their feet.

“What?!”

“Marriage, already?”

“It’s too early for that!”

Cadence raised her hand, trying to calm them down. “Hear me out, please.” The two remained standing but went quiet. “You two have known each other for most of your lives, and lived together for most of that. You went to movies together, ate dinner together, partied together, everything a couple does.” She gave them a grin and her horn lit up. “You’ve done the time part of dating, marrying isn’t that big a step for you two.”

Behind the siblings, half a heart formed behind them and came together in the middle. It was a powerful love enhancing spell, a spell Cadence mastered before she lost her mind.

Big Mac puffed up his chest, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red. He turned to look at Applejack, admiring her body. Applejack, in turn, started to breath heavily and looked up at Big Mac, admiring his frame.

“We’ll do it,” Big Mac said. Applejack nodded a second later.

“Great!” Cadence clapped several times. “Where we gonna hold the wedding? You guys got a romantic spot on your farm or we gotta go back to the crystal empire?”

The red stallion’s eyes went wide. “There is one spot Ah know.”

Mind Set stood with Big Mac before an apple and pear tree forming a heart. Both stood naked in the early summer’s heat, as per Cadence’s requirements for the wedding. She claimed it was a crystal pony tradition, and they would just have to respect her wishes.

As Cadence prepared the bride for her big day, Mind Set looked over to Big Mac.

“So, your parents eloped when they got married?”

“Eeyup.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Did ya’ at least ask permission?” Mind Set asked, trying to make conversation again.

“Permission?” Big Mac raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

“To date, and now marry, his daughter.” Mind Set pointed at the tree. “This is where he is, right? Shouldn’t you ask?”

“Ah hadn’t thought of that.” Big Mac stared at the tree for a few seconds. “Dad, Ah have ta’ ask ya’ somethin’.” He swallowed hard. “Do Ah have your permission to date and marry Applejack?”

Mind Set lit his horn and murmured to the side, allowing the winds to carry the words through the air.

“And do what to her, son?”

Big Mac straightened up in shock. His jaw hung open.

“You should tell him your honest intentions,” Mind Set advised. “I hear spirits know when you’re lying.”

Big Mac nodded. “Ah’m gonna treat her right, like a man oughta’ treat his wife. Ah’ll love her and give her da attention and care she deserves. But most of all, Ah’m gonna fuck her and give ya’ lotsa grand children, Dad.” Throughout his speech, his dick slowly came to full mast and tensed up.

“You have my permission.”

Big Mac beamed as the sun started to set, the sky turning orange and red. The two stallions turned to find Applejack and Cadence coming.

Cadence wore a Nun of the Sun habit, but missing a few key pieces of fabric. Specifically, the fabric stopped covering the front part of her body from the waist down. A hole was cut into the torso, allowing her tits to flop around in the open.

Next to Applejack, it looked conservative.

Applejack wore a set of black lingerie with red apples patterned into the lace around it. It freely allowed the sun to kiss her pussy, which contained a dildo. Her nipples were clamped and her hair was in a ponytail. Most striking, however, was the glowing writing on her body. Arrows pointed to her pussy and the words “For Big Macintosh’s Use”. She carried a small bouquet of flowers, albeit ones that were repurposed from the living room.

Big Mac’s already hard member stiffened further at seeing them. Mind Set idly scratched his hardening dick.

Cadence walked Applejack over to Big Mac and let go of her arm before standing in front of them, her back to the heart trees. Mind Set took a step back and noticed that on Applejack’s left ass cheek were the words “Big Mac’s Property”.

“Before I start,” Cadence looked at Big Mac, “remember to keep yourself hard throughout the ceremony. It’s important to show your de- dade- dedication to your new wife.” Big Mac nodded. “And, Applejack, remember to keep doing exercising.” She nodded.

Cadence cleared her voice, and held up her hands.

“Friends and family, we are brought together for the wedding of Applejack of the Apple Family and Big Macintosh of the Apple family. These two have asked for me to do the wedding ceremony, and I could not be happier to do so.” She shivered, her fluids beginning to leak over her coat. “I don’t often get a chance to see a loving brother and sister marry.

“I don’t like to keep the speech long. Let us begin the merging ceremony.”

Cadence’s horn lit up and formed a string of magic tied around her horn and stretching out to the two ponies. One end wrapped around Macintosh’s cock, which still stood harder than steel, and the other entered Applejack’s pussy. The string went further in before stopping before it began to glow brightly.

“Just as you two are close in the heart, so must you be close in the flesh.” Cadence closed her eyes and the string became ever brighter. “Now is the final chance. Big Macintosh, do you love your sister enough to marry her, care for her, fuck her when she needs it and provide for your family?”

Big Mac gulped and nodded feverently. “Ah do, with all mah heart.” The string around his dick tightened, sending a shiver of pleasure up his spine.

“And do you, Applejack, love your brother enough to be his wife, to care for him, to give him his every desire, and want to carry his children?”

Applejack was panting, but managed to nod. “Ah do! Oh Celestia, Ah do.”

Cadence smiled, opening her eyes. The string dissipated. “Then by the power I have as the Princess of Love, I declare you husband and wife.” Her smile turned sly before getting on her knees. “I only have one job left before you can begin.”

Applejack looked down at her, tilting her head. “What job do ya--aaaaaaaa~?”

Cadence pulled out the dildo from Applejack’s pussy before burying her mouth into it. She lapped at the earth pony’s juices, pushing her tongue as deep into it as possible. Applejack’s head went back along with Big Mac’s, both letting out an alarmed moan of pleasure.

Cadence continued licking, bringing up a hand to slide in a few fingers for extra pleasure. Both of the Apples let out gasps and moans of pleasure.

“Wha, what’d ya’ do to me?” Big Mac asked, biting his lip as the pleasure washed over him.

Cadence pulled her mouth back, still finger fucking his sister. “I linked your pleasure. For the next day, you’ll both feel what the other does.” She dove her tongue in for one more lick before pulling her hand out and standing. Her own legs wobbled. “She is wet enough. You may now fuck the bride.”

Cadence flew into the heart of the tree to watch. Big Mac needed no more invitation. He grabbed his sister by the arms and lay her on the ground. She looked at him in anticipation, barely containing her own moans of pleasure at being dominated. Big Mac took his dick into his hands, lined it up against her pussy, hesitating.

Something still felt wrong.

“Please, Big Mac,” Applejack pleaded, wiggling, her pelvis trying to get closer to him. “Ah need this, fuck me!”

The last worrying part of his brain shut down as Big Mac gripped her shoulders and hilted himself into her. She let out a yelp of surprise before gasping in pleasure. She grabbed onto her brother, hugging him as he pulled himself out slowly before thrusting into her again. She let out another squeal of pleasure.

Cadence swung one leg over the branch of the heart, grinding her pussy against the wood of the tree. She, too, was linked into their pleasure, feeling every thrust and contraction. She pinched at her own nipples, trying to find some pleasure she could create.

Mind Set watched the incestuous scene in the apple field with ever increasing arousal. Already, his cock was in his hands and he was pumping it, watching the three bodies writhing in pleasure.

“Oh, fuck!” Applejack shouted. “Ah see why you were named Big Mac, please, keep going!”

Big Mac obliged, thrusting harder and faster into his sister, sending them both through even more spasms of pleasure. He ripped off the nipple clamps, taking one of her breasts into his hand as he groped her. She let out more moans, now thrusting against him with her pelvis.

Cadence looked over at Mind Set, her eyes lighting up. She leaped off the tree and bent before it, giving her ass a hard slap. “Please, I need it, master,” she said, her mouth forming an “O”.

The doctor needed no further prodding in his lust fueled state. He strode to her and aimed for her pussy only for her to shake her head and point at her ass.

“I don’t have any lubrication.”

“Don’t worry.” Cadence shook her ass, the fat jiggling enticingly. “I like it rough.”

Mind Set flared his nostrils and lined the head to her asshole and, slowly, shoved it into her. She placed her hands against the tree, bracing for more pleasure.

Applejack and Big Mac didn’t feel Cadence’s sensations. Instead, Big Mac lifted his sister up off the ground and tossed her on his cock, allowing gravity to pierce her on his shaft. Her head lolled back as the pleasure and weightlessness assaulted her sense. Big Mac stopped thrusting. He grabbed her head, forcing it to look forward again as he pulled her nipple back up to her mouth.

“Bite,” he commanded. Applejack obeyed.

He started fucking her again, her head tried falling back in pleasure, only to be overwhelmed further with the stretching of her breast.

Mind Set fully inserted himself into Cadence. He began retracting, but stopped short and thrust it back in. Cadence was moaning like a whore.

“Please, rougher. I need it,” she begged. Mind Set glowered and delivered a resounding smack on her ass. This only tightened her grip on him.

He let out a growl and forced her against the tree, the rough park crushing her breasts. “You’re not a princess.” Cadence’s eyes glossed over. He delivered another smack. “You’re just a cheap two bit whore.” And another.

Cadence moaned, her eyes unseeing as she reached a new state of euphoria. “Yes, I am. Please, I need more. I’m getting close!”

Big Mac felt another orgasm wash over Applejack, nearly tipping him over. He leaned his head over her shoulder and asked, “Where do ya’ want it. Say it clearly.”

Applejack needed two seconds of thought before shouting for the world to hear, “Shoot it into mah pussy! Give me yer seed!”

He growled, hilting into her one more time and releasing his orgasm as deep into her as he could.

Cadence, feeling the other two orgasm, came herself, squirting all over the base of the tree, soaking it in her fluids before crumpling into a heap in the wetness of her own sex. Mind Set pulled out of her ass and finished jacking himself off, his seed spraying over the dirt on the second tree, mixing with the soil there.

Everyone was breathing heavily, Big Mac still holding his sister as his cock came out of her pussy with a popping sound, his fluids leaking off his cock and onto the dirt.

Applejack gave him a long kiss. Cadence rose back up on shaky legs, barely standing. As Big Mac set his sister down, she smiled up at him.

“Ready for round two?”

Two weeks later, Mind Set knocked on the door of the Apple family home. He could hear moans of pleasure and could smell the sex even from the front door.

“Come in!” Big Mac shouted.

Mind opened the door, finding the two on the couch, as they usually were these days. Applejack wasn’t confirmed to be pregnant yet, so they were still trying. Big Mac looked clean, confident, and happy. He wasn’t wearing any clothes, but he had a riding crop in hand, posed silently by Applejack’s ass.

Applejack, meanwhile, wore little more than stickers on her nipples to cover them up, in the shape of apples. In her pussy was a dildo, blocking a flow of cum from leaving. Around her neck was a collar that spelt out two words: Brother Fucker.

“Whatcha’ need, doc?” Big Mac asked, not getting up.

“I came to ask for a favor.” He handed over a piece of paper. “I have an associate who wants to test his new pesticides. Can you test them on a few of your trees?”

Big Mac nodded. “Not a problem. You’re practically part of the family, right AJ?”

Applejack pulled herself off the cock to speak, only for a resounding smack of a riding crop hitting her ass and sending her back to sucking his cock, barely containing a moan.

“Sorry, we’re playin’ a bit of a game.” Big Mac scratched behind his head. “She can’t speak until I get off, and then I can’t speak until she gets off. If we break it, we get a smack.”

Mind Set nodded. “Well, don’t let me interrupt you two, then. I’ll see myself out.” He closed the door behind him and walked back to his house. Waiting for him on her knees was his biggest failure.

Author's Note

A big thanks to my two new editors:

Julian the Dreamer
SageBroney07

And finally! The first part is done. Yay.

Next up, by popular vote, was Rarity. Hope you will all give me a couple of days for break before I go into the next chapter. Remember, if you want to contribute ideas, feel free to post your ideas in the comments or on the accompanying blog.