Princess Mi Amore Cadenza looked at herself in the guest suite's mirror, appreciating the mare in the reflection. Absolutely ravishing... She'd applied makeup to a point just shy of being overkill, and the silky, almost sheer, gown she wore today was in every way suited for a princess – a slutty princess. Two creamy-white swashes came down to form the low neckline, each barely covering enough of her ample breasts to preserve some pretense of modesty; the fabric was so thin that even in their softest state, her nipples showed through; a tight gold-colored band just below her chest helped lend a little support and made sure that the barely-there fabric clung to all the hard-earned curves of her abs; and the slits up each side of the ankle-length gown were cut so high that they showed off her entire cutie mark. Of course, she wore absolutely nothing underneath – even the tiniest bra or panties would ruin the lines of her dress. And it was perfect that way. No stallion would be able to resist her.

Her husband slept soundly in the bedroom, despite the fact that the sun had risen hours ago. Still, that was all for the better. The last thing she needed was for him to get curious about what she had planned for today. Of course he wouldn't be able to stop her – she had every right to do it ... but having him tagging along and watching her every move would be awkward and frankly a bit of a turn-off. Unless, she mused, what if she just blatantly disregarded him, fucking the biggest stallion in town right in front of him while she watched her husband wilting from the absolute feeling of inadequacy...

She shook her head. No. That might be fun at the time, but she did love the big oaf, and she'd never want to traumatize the poor guy.

It was for the best that she'd be able to slip out without him noticing ... because she did intend to fuck the biggest stallion in Ponyville today. She'd met him on their previous visit to Ponyville: Applejack's huge, red, muscular, and very obviously hung dreamboat of a brother. Unfortunately, that visit hadn't been on Sharing Day. But now Sharing Day had arrived, and it was time for her to make her move.

Shining barely stirred as she walked past him. She might have felt a tiny pang of guilt from the way he rolled over and clutched the blankets where she would have been, a slight frown coming to his sleeping face when he didn't find her there ... if this had been some other day, but not today. Today was Sharing Day, and that meant zero guilt. Besides, she had a pretty good idea of what he'd be up to as soon as he woke up. He might miss out on a little early-morning cuddling, but he'd be balls deep inside his sister in no time. Hopefully at least one of those two would have the sense to put a condom on him first. It wouldn't do for the Princess of Friendship to have to explain where her Sharing Day baby came from.

Once she was outside Twilight's castle, Cadance breathed deep. There was something special in the air on Sharing Day... Maybe it was just an underlying reek of pheromones and the kind of sex that would have been illicit on any other day, but she liked to think that it was something more than that.

Sure, by all official accounts, she'd enacted Sharing Day in order to address the lack of un-partnered stallions and Equestria's alarmingly low birth rate ... but that had never been the whole story. As the Princess of Love, she knew that while love thrived when given a sense of commitment, stallions and mares alike would always have an underlying thirst for the new and the exciting. Left unchecked – as in the days before her ascension – this would often lead to cheating, the destruction of cherished relationships, and the deep suffering of heartache for countless couples who could otherwise be perfectly happy with each other. Her solution, unorthodox as it seemed, had been working fantastically so far. Give them all one day a year when they can indulge their impulses and satisfy their sexual curiosity, and then let them go back to their committed, loving relationships with that irascible itch scratched and a renewed devotion to their partners.

It had taken time to catch on, but after a few years now, everyone seemed to have embraced it wholeheartedly. Equestria's birth rate had increased significantly, helping to justify her actions in the eyes of her more conservative aunts, but her real victory was that Equestria's divorce rate had plummeted precipitously. Love in Equestria – and its client state, the Crystal Empire – had never been stronger.

The festive atmosphere of the day soaked through everything, despite the fact that there were no decorations, no carnival stalls, and no concerts. Everywhere Cadance looked as she walked toward Sweet Apple Acres, she saw stallions and mares walking with an extra pep in their step, a special glow of anticipation in their faces, and a twinkle in their eye.

Over there was Hondo Flanks, the father Rarity had been so reluctant to introduce Cadance to, walking side by side with Spoiled Rich, the wife of the richest stallion in town. Both of them had ice cream cones, and as she watched, Hondo dipped his finger into his ice cream and let Spoiled suck the sample right off his finger.

And just across the street was Hondo's heavyset wife, Cookie Crumbles, standing very close to a younger stallion she was obviously flirting with: leaning over a short fence toward him, an outrageous amount of her plush cleavage on display through her half-buttoned blouse.

A little farther down the road, she had to stop and wait as Filthy Rich crossed the road in front of her ... along with his entourage. Half a dozen young, giggling mares followed behind him, all of them holding multiple shopping bags from the best boutique stores Ponyville had to offer. Did he really have the stamina for all six of them, or were they just there to stroke his ego? Maybe before next year's Sharing Day came around, she'd put a few inquiries into the gossip chain and find out.

Just as she reached the edge of town, she met Applejack, headed the other direction with a heavy-looking hand cart. When Cadance gave a little wave of recognition, Applejack crossed the street to come talk to her.

“Now that sure is an interestin' direction you're headed, Princess. Ain't much down that way besides Sweet Apple Acres.”

Cadance smiled coyly. “And where might you be headed, Applejack?”

“Aw, I'm just headin' out to set up the cider stand in town square. Sharin' Day's got a way of makin' ponies thirsty.”

Leaning closer, Cadance took a brief moment to admire Applejack's firm, toned body. There was a lot to admire – the mare's shirt was short enough to leave most of her chiseled torso exposed, and she had seen some bikinis that covered more than Applejack's jean shorts did. Cadance gave a slight pout. “Just selling cider? On Sharing Day? That's all?”

Applejack shrugged. “I ain't married or nothin', so Sharin' Day's just kind of a regular day for me. Nothin' special.”

“Really?” Cadance came closer ... alluringly close. “There aren't any married ponies in town that you're hoping to get your hands on?” She subtly ran a hand down her own body, hoping Applejack would get the hint. Sure, her brother was Cadance's real goal, but she'd entertained mares in the bedroom before, and just at this moment, the idea of doing so with Applejack's hard-as-steel body seemed quite enticing.

“Nah.” The casual dismissal hurt a little, but Cadance didn't let it get to her. Some mares weren't into the idea of sharing a bed with another mare, after all. Applejack shook her head slowly. “Ain't no stallions in town I've got eyes for.” She glanced with a strange, meaningful look back down the road toward Sweet Apple Acres. “Good luck, by the way. I'm afraid Big Mac gets pretty shy around Sharin' Day. Lots of mares have tried ... but as far as I know, only Sugar Belle has ever managed to, you know ... get through to him.”

Leaning back to a more comfortable distance, Cadance rested a hand on the broad curve of her hip. “Oh, I have my ways.” There was no use denying it, not when Applejack had seen right through her already.

“Well, you're welcome to try, for all the good it'll do ya.” Applejack went back to her cart and began pulling it down the street again. “I've got to get this set up before the mornin' rush hits.”

After saying goodbye, Cadance set down the path toward Sweet Apple Acres with renewed resolve. Sure, she'd picked up on Big Mac's shyness when she'd first been introduced. He was a stallion of few words, but she didn't take him for such a recluse ... or for someone so devoted to his lover that he'd willingly forgo Sharing Day's carte blanche. This might actually turn out to be somewhat of a challenge.

But, after all, wasn't the pursuit half the fun? Maybe it would be a challenge worthy of the Princess of Love.

* * *

There was no reply from the farmhouse door when Cadance knocked on it. All the windows were shuttered, the curtains pulled behind them to block any cracks. When she tried the door, it was locked.

For a brief moment, she wondered where the rest of Applejack's family was, whether they'd participated in locking the house down like they were leaving for months or whether that had been solely Big Mac's doing. But it didn't matter where they had gone ... what mattered was where she could find Big Mac. If she didn't find him in the house, she'd search the barn next. If not there, she'd take wing and fly over the orchards ... she'd find him.

And a locked door wasn't about to stop a well-trained alicorn's magic, either. With a quick glow of her horn, she zapped the lock. It clicked.

Now when she tried the door, the doorknob turned, but it still wouldn't open.

Weird ... that unlocking spell should have been more than a match for some measly little lock of mundane Ponyville manufacture. Whatever. It didn't matter. Even if she couldn't open the door, it's not like a simple wooden door could ever stop her.

With another flash of her horn, she teleported a few steps forward, to the other side of the door. That worked perfectly, and she instantly stood inside the rustic home. It smelled like freshly baked apple pie and old, seasoned wood. A lovely little farm house, really.

When she glanced back at the door, she saw why it had resisted her spell: it wasn't just locked, it was barred. A thick board of wood had been nailed in place across the door's opening, preventing it from moving at all, even when unlocked. Well, that meant that somepony here was awfully desperate to keep others out ... and it probably meant that this somepony was still inside the house. Given that this somepony was almost certainly Big Mac, Candace grinned. It looked like it wouldn't take much searching for her to find her quarry.

Taking care to step lightly on the creaky-looking wooden floorboards, she began by making her way upstairs. Everything was even quieter and darker up here ... if she didn't know any better, she could have thought the house had been abandoned like this for weeks.

The first room she tried was bedecked with old quilts and crochet projects. It reeked of old lady smell. Granny Smith's, no doubt ... and no Big Mac to be found.

The next room's extra-small bed had to be Apple Bloom's ... and again, no Big Mac.

Behind the next door, though, she could smell a spicy-sweet masculine musk that had to belong to a stud like Big Mac. Steeling her nerves and preparing her sexiest pose before entering, she slowly turned the doorknob to find ... an empty room. She checked in the closet, behind the door, under the bed even though there was no way a stallion of Big Mac's size could fit under there. The room was swimming with his scent, but he just wasn't there.

The last door down the hall had to be Applejack's room. By now, Cadance was wondering if Big Mac had somehow slipped out of the house after nailing the door shut, but she knew she should be thorough. She'd search Applejack's room as well before moving downstairs, and then off to check the barn.

When she opened the door, though, she was met with a surprise. Big Mac's head shot up to look at her, and he quickly threw whatever piece of fabric he'd been holding underneath the bed he was sitting on. “Cadance! What are you---?” For a long moment, he just stared, gape-mouthed, before it finally occurred to him that he was greeting a Princess. He jumped down to the floor in front of the bed and knelt there. “Your Highness,” he said in a low, strained voice.

It occurred to Cadance that she might simply order him to service her however she desired. Looking at the way his tight jeans bulged over his leg muscles as he knelt there, at the breadth of his shoulders, and at his cutely scraggly orange hair ... it was tempting to simply order him, yes. But she wasn't that kind of pony, not that kind of princess. And besides, the other three princesses wouldn't stand for that kind of behavior – there would be repercussions.

So instead, she gestured for him to rise. “No 'Your Highness' here, please.” She gave him a warm smile. “This is purely a ... social visit.”

He got back up on the bed, but he still hung his head low and hunched over like a little kid who knew he was in trouble for something. “Yes, Ma'am.”

She would have preferred an 'Okay, Cadance,' but 'Yes, Ma'am' would have to do. And unfortunately, he wasn't even glancing at her carefully-prepared body. What a waste. She sat down next to him on the bed. “Please, relax. You have nothing to fear.” She glanced meaningfully at the shuttered and curtained window. “I'm a bit curious, I have to admit ... why have you shut yourself in here like you're hiding in a fortress?”

Big Mac glanced over at her for a moment, then quickly looked back down at the floor. He shrugged.

“A sense of loyalty to Sugar Belle is admirable ... but this is Sharing Day.” She rubbed her hand gently across his broad, firm back, even though he didn't seem to respond to it. “A stallion as lovely as yourself shouldn't be alone. Wouldn't you enjoy a little company?”

“Eenope.”

Cadance wasn't used to being rejected, especially not in such dismissively firm tones. It hurt a little. Had married life softened her? Was she less attractive now? No ... she couldn't be. Alicorns didn't age, after all. There had to be some problem with him, some reason he was acting like this on a day that should have been a festive celebration of uninhibited lust...

Why was he hiding in Applejack's room, anyway?

She thought back to the first glimpse she'd gotten of him ... what had he been holding up to his face? With a wry grin and a little glow of magic, she sought it out under the bed. Since Applejack was a clean and meticulous housekeeper, there was only one thing down there; Cadance pulled it out. Her magic held up a skimpy pair of jean shorts ... ones very similar to another pair Cadance had seen just a few minutes ago.

Cadance glanced over at Big Mac. He looked away from the hovering, glowing shorts and turned a shade darker red.

“Oh, I see,” Cadance whispered into his ear. “Maybe it isn't Sugar Belle you're being so loyal to...”

“I... I don't know nothin' about that.” Big Mac scooted away from her on the bed, but she just followed him.

“There's nothing wrong with it, you know, as long as it doesn't result in any pregnancies. In fact, I'm fairly sure my husband is busy doing something quite similar at this very moment...”

Big Mac looked at her, his eyes wide. “You mean ... Miss Sparkle?”

She gave a slight nod. Good. She'd gotten his attention at least. With a flick of her magic, she sent the jean shorts back under the bed – they clearly made him nervous, and she wanted him to be as comfortable as possible right now.

How would she turn this to her advantage? Flicking the shorts back under the bed made her think of the ones she'd seen Applejack wearing. Then she remembered the odd look Applejack had made, back toward Sweet Apple Acres. That look might have just been Applejack thinking about Cadance's plans ... or maybe it had been Applejack briefly envisioning her brother fucking a certain pink princess, with a hint of ... jealousy!

That was it! Cadance could barely contain her smile. “So, Big Mac, what are you doing alone in your sister's bedroom on Sharing Day?”

Whatever he'd been about to say, he choked on it and looked away, hiding his face from her.

She touched his back again, tracing her fingers delicately across his flannel shirt. “Applejack is a wonderful mare, isn't she?”

“Uh... Eeyup.”

She leaned in ... to the point where some of her hair draped down onto his back. “And you like her, don't you?” When she felt him tense up, she added, “As a sister.”

“Eeyup.”

Even closer now. She knew her words must be tickling the back of his ear, so she said it breathily, “And maybe you like her in other ways as well?”

The big, tough muscles of his back tensed again, but he didn't say anything this time.

Cadance came even closer, nestling her cheek into the side of his neck ... she could feel the way it made him shiver. “She likes you that way, too.”

That one hadn't been a question, but he responded anyway: “Eenope!”

“Oh, is that so?” She giggled and planted a surreptitious little kiss on the nape of his neck. “She might be able to fool you, but she can't fool the Princess of Love. I've seen it, Big Mac. I've seen the way she wants you. It's the same way you want her.”

Big Mac's trembling tension escalated until he finally shot up from the bed, nearly knocking Cadance over in his haste to stand up. He looked for a moment as if he was about to apologize, then glanced at the door and started for it instead. “Eenope! The Apple Family tree don't bend that way!” He fumbled clumsily for the doorknob and finally found it.

But before he could get through the door, Cadance slammed it shut in front of him with her magic. By the time he forced himself to turn around and look at her, she was standing right there in front of him, wings spread and her body curved just so to show herself off in the best possible light.

Big Mac gulped audibly.

“Not so fast, big guy,” she told him. “I'm the Princess of Love, and I'm not about to let a love like this end up blocked by silly things like incest taboos. I swear to you – on my word as a princess of Equestria – that by Sharing Day next year, you and your sister will finally be together, ready to bring the sexual tension between the two of you to a much-needed release. There's just one thing I need from you first.”

He looked her up and down, and she caught him trying to hide the way he licked his lips slightly.

“Before I set you up with Applejack, I need to make sure you're good enough for her.” She took a step closer, brashly unbuttoning the top button of his plaid shirt. “I need to make sure you're good enough in bed for a mare as special as Applejack.”

Big Mac watched with trembling lips as she unfastened another button, exposing a bit of his deep-red chest. “H-how are you gonna do that?”

“Simple.” Instead of continuing on with the buttons, she reached straight down and cupped the warm, growing bulge in his jeans. “I'm going to take you to your sister's bed, and you're going to fuck me on it until I either pass out or admit you're good enough for Applejack.”

He glanced at the bed, then back at her, his eyes wide. The bulge in his pants twitched and grew some more. It was already pretty impressive – Cadance wondered how much more he had to give. Carefully, he placed his hands on her delicately curved shoulders and pushed her back a little. “Uh... I don't know about this. I shouldn't ... I...”

It seemed to take away his ability to speak when Cadance took hold of his wrists and slid each of them down just a little, moving his hands down from her shoulders to her breasts. This time when she pressed closer, he didn't push back. His hands were squeezed between her boobs and his chest. She rested her body against him ... and then went for his zipper.

And the whole time, he just stood there and stared at where his hands were. Even though it seemed that his mind might not be working the way it should, his hands knew what to do – they squeezed and kneaded her royal tits purely on instinct.

The zipper went down, and she undid the last button in her way. Big Mac's jeans slumped down to the floor ... and soon, so did Cadance, kneeling down in front of him. “Maybe you need a little more convincing,” she said, looking up into his eyes as his hands lost their grip on her breasts. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his briefs, looking up at him over the bulge in them. “Let's see what you're about to put inside me, shall we?”

When she pulled his briefs down, his enormous red cock – already half-erect – sprung out and bopped her on the cheek. She gasped at the unexpected size of it ... at the weight she'd just felt against her face. Oh yes, this was everything she imagined he might be, and more.

As she pulled the waistband the rest of the way down, she was able to see his nice, full sack ... how did he even have room for those things between his legs? Each one was significantly bigger around than Cadance's fist. She couldn't wait to drain them and drink down the warm milkshake she could coax out of him.

She started at his hip, right where his leg met his groin, planting wet kisses and breathing in his deep scent. But she couldn't hold herself back for long. Soon, she slid her mouth a little way over and planted a long, wet lick across the broad curve of one nut. Her hands went for his shaft – too thick for her fingers to close around – and began lightly sliding up and down as she nuzzled the lovely smooth cleft between his balls.

“P-princess!” he said. “You don't have to---”

“Ssh...” Leaning back as far as she could, she slid her cheek up the side of his shaft and then took the tip into her mouth. She only let it a little way in, but she slid her tongue back and forth over his sensitive, broad tip, rolling it around in her mouth for a moment before pulling it back out and kissing the flat face of it. One hand still stroked his rapidly hardening shaft, but the other found its way all the way down to cradle his ponderously heavy balls. “Just let me do what I do best.” She dove down on him again, taking him deep this time, nearly down to his medial ring.

He slumped back against the door, moaning in ecstasy ... and she had him exactly where she wanted him.

Cadance raised herself a little bit higher on her knees and began taking that big red cock deeper and deeper. She knew what she was doing, knew how to squeeze in breaths around the huge girth in her throat, knew how to use the extra-slick spit that welled up, and knew how to cup each of the big guy's balls ever so gently, holding them reverently in place as she worked her lips down closer to them.

Big Mac didn't recover from the feeling of her mouth descending on his cock until she was kissing his sheath. Only then did he reach a hand down and kindly brush her hair away from her face. His shaft stiffened fully inside her throat, giving her an uncomfortable pressure, but she didn't let it bother her. Instead, she looked up at him as soon as her multi-hued hair was out of the way and giving him the kind of adoring look that always made stallions melt on the inside.

And he was no exception. She could feel the trembling in his knees, and his balls were already tightening in her fingers.

But she was just getting started! Now that she'd gotten him completely lubed up, she began bobbing her head up and down, coming up and gulping down nearly half his cock, letting her lips ripple over the thick veins near his base over and over again. The whole time, she looked up at him as if begging him to pour his cum down her royal throat.

In no time, she felt his flare growing in her throat, swelling out her neck. She might have been able to handle it – she could with most stallions, but Big Mac was much bigger than most stallions. It didn't matter, though. After all, she wanted more than just this!

As soon as she felt his flare spreading deep inside, Cadance pulled herself off of him, his broadened tip coming out from between her lips with an audible pop. It wavered wetly in front of her face for a moment before she began to rise. Big Mac, no doubt in a near-orgasmic stupor, thrust his hips forward, trying to bury his cock in her mouth again, but as she rose up, all it did was slide between her breasts on her way up, smearing them with a little of her own spit.

“Princess, Ma'am,” he said, “I'm close!”

She stroked him with one hand, sliding easily now that she'd gotten him all slick ... but she only gave him enough to keep him on edge, not get him off. “I know you are. But I didn't come here to test your skills in receiving blowjobs...”

Big Mac's eyes went wide, each of them reflecting a little image of her, as she reached her other hand behind herself and unclasped her gown. It fell silently from her shoulders, leaving her gorgeous body fully nude right in front of him.

She gave his cock a little squeeze with the hand still on it and leaned in close to him. “... I came here to test your skills in fucking a mare.” With that, she grabbed both sides of his shirt and yanked them, sending the rest of his buttons flying ... but she no longer cared. What mattered was pressing her bare body against that massive red chest, feeling his hot, needy cock slap against the perfect curves of her abs. She could feel her pussy dripping down her leg. Goddess, she was drenched down there! That cock of his couldn't get inside her fast enough!

Thankfully, he seemed to agree with her about that. Being careful around the base of her wings, he reached around her back and hefted her completely off of the floor as if she weighed nothing. His thick cock rubbed against her belly with every step. She stretched her hands down and grabbed great glorious handfuls of his firmly toned ass. It made her quiver to think of all that powerful muscle being used to drive his massive cock deep inside her.

Before she knew it, he'd flopped her down onto the bed, belly-up and staring at the ceiling as he stood beside the bed and lined himself up between her legs.

This was it! Cadance panted in deep breaths as she felt the huge, flat tip of his cock butt up against her lust-slick pussy lips.

Big Mac's muscles tensed and bunched up. He held her hips in place with unquestionable power, and with a very horse-like snorting grunt, he shoved his cock forward.

Cadance felt her pussy lips spread wide by the pressure before they finally gave way and let his cock slip through, swallowing it greedily. If it wasn't for his powerful hands on her hips, she might have bounced herself right off the bed from the spasms her body was already throwing at her.

He pushed again, and more of his thick shaft slid between her pussy lips. The pressure grew inside her as she felt herself stretching around his girth ... and still he wasn't done! With one more massive thrust, he finally hilted himself inside her, his heavy balls bumping against her.

And at that moment, Cadance came. Her back arched and she squealed out like a little girl, her body gripping and instinctively milking his huge farm-stud cock, begging him to unload inside her.

Thankfully, he didn't. He held mostly still, letting her ride out her surprisingly quick orgasm before he began thrusting inside her again ... now with a tender gentleness that made her glow from the inside out. Or maybe that was just the afterglow from her early climax – either way, the one thing that Cadance knew was that she felt good, very good.

It seemed like hours passed with him slowly pulling out and pushing back into her, massaging her inner walls ... hours of bliss ... but of course it was probably only a few minutes, really, before he began working inside her with more vigor, more of his impressive strength.

She saw the muscles rippling in his strong arms, saw the sweat beginning to seep through his short red fur. With every thrust into her, he took a deep, apple-scented breath that ruffled through her hair and made her own fur stand on end.

Soon, he gave up all pretense of civility and was rutting her like a wild stallion, ramming his huge cock inside her as deep as he could and as often as he could. She knew she'd be sore tomorrow, but she had her husband to help her deal with that. For now, she reveled in being used, being bred by this uncivilized hunk of a stallion.

Being ... bred? She gasped. Even as another orgasm began to flood over her, she felt the signs. Her clenching pussy had even more to clench around than it had before – a hugely flared head, deep inside her belly. She could feel it sealing up against the entrance to her womb, spreading the opening a little and lining up perfectly to flood her with virile farm-pony seed. She cried out again, her legs automatically wrapping around his back and holding him in place as her body begged to be filled with new life...

But she was the Princess of Love, and experienced enough to know better. Despite the waves of orgasm washing over her, despite the imagined voice whispering 'let it happen' in her ear, she knew that breeding the next prince of the Crystal Throne with someone other than her husband would be a major diplomatic faux pas, Sharing Day or no Sharing Day.

She used her magic to push him back at the very last minute, opening her legs to let him come out ... and not a moment too soon. Just as she laid the underside of his glistening-wet shaft against her still-throbbing pussy, his flared head erupted in a huge gush of white.

Big Mac still gripped her sides as if he was thrusting into her, but the intense, pulsing throbs of his cock only pulsed against Cadance's smooth abs. Instead of gushing into her womb, his cum splashed onto her heaving pink tits, across her artfully-prepared face, and even onto her welcoming outstretched tongue.

Cadance greedily drank down every warm splatter that managed to land in her mouth, and she reveled in the warm plip-plop of sticky strands patterning her chest. Even his cum tasted vaguely apple-like ... but more of a salty apple cinnamon kind of tinge.

And, sadly, despite the great promise of those brimming-full balls she'd been fondling, it was in limited supply. Big Mac's whole body jerked back and forth as he squirted out the last few thin streams of it into her cleavage. Trembling, he collapsed, just barely managing to roll to the side and crash down on Applejack's bed instead of on top of Cadance. Lying there on his sister's sheets, he looked over at her in a kind of daze, with a huge dumb smile on his face.

Well, let him rest for a moment. He'd earned it. Cadance herself rode out the last few aftershocks of her orgasm, her belly twitching and her pussy clenching down on nothing. Being painted with Big Mac's cum was fun, but it wasn't as satisfying as being filled...

As her body calmed and she could finally take in a few deep breaths, Cadance ran a finger through the thick glaze of cooling cum on the curves of her breasts. The thought of being filled, of a feral stallion's cock spasming as it pumped his load straight into her fertile womb... That was it. She knew what she'd be doing with her husband as soon as Sharing Day was over!

Now the only thing left was to convince Applejack to have sex with her brother. That shouldn't be too hard ... she hadn't been lying about sensing such a desire in Applejack. Maybe if she asked nicely, the two siblings would let her join in ... or at least watch as Big Mac's cock throbbed his thick load into his sister's pussy.

Her own pussy twitched again, just at the thought of seeing that. She looked down at Big Mac's flaccid cock lying against his thigh and wondered if it was too early for him to get hard again if she sucked on it. She hadn't yet given him a passing grade on his 'test', and she was definitely going to need more than just one rutting today!

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