Forbidden Fruits

Time passed, as it always does. The events of that fateful summer became a distant, repressed memory for both Grand Pear and Granny Smith. Even if the results still pattered about on the floors in their respective homes. Grand Pear made good on his plan. When asked, he said that it was some wild fling, and then eleven months later he got a basket on his doorstep and a letter saying he's the father. That was what he told ponies. That was what he told himself.

Granny Smith did the same. Telling herself it was some wild fling. Which was true. It was with some stallion she'd rather not remember. Which was also true. "Definitely not Grand Pear," she told herself, "He was the last pony she would do that with." She focused on the truth woven into that. She wasn't a pony that lied, after all. So it had to be true. That was what she told herself. And she kept on telling herself until she believed it. And the memory became more smudged and blurred with time. Granny Smith told other inquisitive ponies to "mind their own dang business". And when Granny told somepony to do something, they dang well did it.

With Granny and Pear still avoiding each other, the fence never did get moved. A surveyor did confirm the correct boundaries of the Apple's property, which now included a brand new fence of the finest timber, courtesy of the Pears. Grand Pear made sure to maintain his property, but not one centimeter more. As a result, the thin section of Apple property on the Pear side of the fence became something of a 'no pony's land', overgrown with weeds and wild flowers.

For a time, things were good. Granny Smith and Grand Pear actively avoided each other even more so than after their fling. The two families kept to themselves, ignoring the other and avoiding confrontation. Each of them were extra busy, not only running their orchards, but also raising their foals. Foals that they each kept hidden from the other family. Both sides were oblivious of the new addition to the other.

That was until each of the foals were out of diapers and free to roam about their orchard with the adults. As long as they obeyed the one rule: No talking to the ponies on the other side of that pony-forsaken fence!

Harvest season had both families out in the orchards in force. With so many, in such close proximity, a confrontation was unavoidable. It mattered little who said, or did, what first. But just like that, the cold war was hot once more with Grand Pear and Granny Smith at the head of the packs. It was comforting, in a way, to each of them. The old routine helped to further bury that which they each sought to forget.

And so it went. Granny Smith and Grand Pear were always at each other. Who was the best farmer? Who took better care of their trees? If Granny read to her trees at night, then Grand Pear had special blankets made for his trees so they wouldn't get cold. In fact, all the Apples and the Pears were rivals to the core.

The only Apple and Pear who ever got along were Bright Macintosh and Pear Butter. As rebellious foals told not to do something, their immediate thought was to do it. One day the three-year-old foal, Pear Butter, erred a bit too close to the fence dividing the properties of the abutting farms, fascinated with a patch of wild buttercups. On the other side of the fence, Bright Mac, also three years old himself, snuck closer to the 'dangerous' pear pony. But she didn't seem so bad from where he stood. He whispered to get her attention without alerting any of the other ponies.

"I'm not supposed to talk to you," he said.

"I'm not supposed to talk to you either," she replied. He plucked one of the small flowers that she was looking at.

"My mom says that if you hold a buttercup under your chin, it'll make your chin glow. But it doesn't work on me. See?" He held the buttercup under his chin without effect. Pear Butter plucked one and did the same for herself, making her chin glow.

"Does it work on me?" she asked. Bright Mac was smitten.

"It sure does, Buttercup," he said.

"Buttercup. I like that name," she said.

What had started as an act of rebellious defiance, turned into a compelling curiosity regarding the other. All their young lives, each family had told them how awful the other was. But it didn't seem to be the case with them. As they got better at being sneaky, and meeting more often, they became good friends. Whenever they would secretly meet, Buttercup was his pet name for her.

As the years passed, and the two foals grew up into a young mare and stallion, their friendship began to blossom into love. They had that magical, star-kissed, other side of a rainbow kind of love. You couldn't be around them too long and not feel a little bit lighter than air, yourself. Some days they couldn't sneak away from their homes without rousing too much suspicion. On those days they would send each other messages or little sketches by a carrier bird.

One day, Buttercup got a note from her carrier bird. It was a message from Bright Mac telling her get a jar of the delicious pear butter that she was known for making, and to come meet him at the 'special rock'. It was code for their secret meeting place, on the boundary of the two properties. It was a small clearing in the far reaches of the orchards. The entire section had fallen out of tending, and much of it was overtaken by the wild underbrush. But there was one patch of clear grass between the apple and pear trees, surrounding a lone boulder.

Buttercup made her way through the orchard and arrived at the clearing to find that Bright Mac had set up a picnic for the two of them. It was complete with bread, and a set for tea that had long gone cold. But Buttercup didn't mind. They both smiled and embraced each other, exchanging their greetings quietly. Even as far as they were from their houses, there was never any knowing who might be out in the orchard who might hear them.

"Listen, Buttercup," Bright Mac started, "I asked you out here today because my mom was saying that she wanted the family to try to reclaim this section of the orchard, so we might not be able to meet here for much longer."

"Well then... we had best make the best of the time that we have," she said as she settled down on the blanket beside him and opened the jar. He took a butter knife from the basket and to put some of the pear spread on the slices of bread. "Hmm," Buttercup cooed. "I bet that's not the only pear you'd like to spread," she said, looking at him with her best bedroom eyes.

"That's true. I like all kinds of pear foods!" Bright Mac said, not nearly as bright as his name. "I never understood what my Ma always had against them. Pears taste good!"

"Mmm, you better believe it," she said in a sultry tone. Bright did not at all pick up what she way laying down. He just chuckled at... nothing at all really. It was one of the little quirks about him that she just adored. If he didn't understand something, he just laughed at it. And that's not so bad. Pear giggled along with him. He might have been naive, but he would figure it out soon enough. She was heading into her season.

He turned around and picked up something he was hiding behind himself. He turned back and revealed a bouquet of wild flowers that he had picked for her. Buttercups, to be precise. He held the bouquet in his mouth. But he underestimated the pollen of the buttercups in full bloom. He twitched and then sneezed, sending the flowers flying, most of which landed in her mane. It only made both of them laugh louder before they leaned in to kiss each other. Until they heard a twig snap nearby.

They both gasped in surprise and went silent. On the border of the wilds there could be any number of beasts. Timberwolves, manticores, cockatrices, ursa minors, or worse yet, one of their parents. Bright Mac stood up and put himself between Buttercup and the direction of the noise. Chiffon Swirl poked her head up from behind the bushes and gave a friendly wave.

"Oh, it's just you," Buttercup said, breaking the tension.

"Sorry," Chiffon apologized. "It's just that you've done so much for me lately that I wanted to surprise you with a cake. So I just brought you a little something to say thank you, but I see you're busy," she said with a sly grin. Buttercup smiled back as she and Bright Mac both blushed and giggled.

"Promise you won't say anything," Buttercup said with pleading eyes. Chiffon made a zipper motion across her lips, indicating that her lips were sealed. But it was too late. The three of them turned and looked at the noise of another pony approaching.

Granny Smith had taken an early start of working on the overgrown area, collecting some of the fallen apples as she went. She wandered into the clearing and her eyes locked onto the cutie mark of the Pear pony. She snorted in disgust and glared as she marched straight over to her son.

"What in tarnation are you doing, Bright Mac!? We do not fraternize with Pears!" she said, literally spitting the word along with her saliva at the other pony's hooves. She didn't wait for an answer before biting her son's ear. Hard. And dragging him back home. As much as it pained him to turn his head, he looked back at Buttercup and gave her a smiling wink to let her know that this wouldn't be enough to stop him from seeing her. She just smiled and waved back.

"You and Bright Mac?" Chiffon asked Buttercup in surprise. "Oh, I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. Your families hate each other!"

"I can't help it," Buttercup said wincing in the face of the hard truth. "We just sorta... happened." As hard as the truth was, it couldn't overshadow the love she felt in her heart as she just stared dreamily in the general direction of Bight Mac.

~

"I should'a known," Granny Smith growled through her teeth on his ear as she dragged Mac along. "I should'a know this'd be the year. Yew ain't a colt no more." When they reached the farmhouse she ushered him inside. "Now go on up to your room and pack your things!"

"Wha- Ma!? Are you kicking me out!?"

"Don't be foalish! Of course I ain't! But we need to get these urges outta yer system! Honestly, Mac. A Pear!? This is worse than when I caught your uncle with a dang cow!" She followed him upstairs and thew a bag open onto his bed. "I'mma gett'n you a whorse! But ever since that lil' whippersnapper in town hall started legislatin' morality, whorse'n around is illegal in Ponyville now, thank you very much Mayor Mare!" she growled. "I'm taking you to Dodge Junction!"

Neither Bright Mac nor Granny Smith said much to each other on the over-night train ride to Dodge Junction. Bright Mac didn't want any part of this plan of hers. But he knew he was already on thin ice as it was. She had his return ticket and all the bits. If he tried to disobey her now, he might not even have a home to go back to. The Pears sure as Tartarus wouldn't take him in. He'd be stuck in Dodge Junction, and he would end up being the one turning tricks for money.

Granny Smith, for her part seemed pleasant once they disembarked at the station. After a few discreet inquiries, she led him to the local brothel. She walked inside, with Mac in tow, and spoke with the matron. After a bit of discussion about some of the services and haggling they arrived at an agreement.

"Look, ya don't need to wow 'em," Granny said to the matron with a dismissive wave of her hoof at the stallion. "I ain't looking for yer best. I don't even care if it's a dang zigger!"

"MA! What the hay!?" Bright Mac balked, absolutely mortified. "You can't just say the Z word like that!"

The matron nor any of the other ponies there didn't appear to be phased by the casual racism. Granny ignored him and continued.

"He just needs something to get the ol' baby batter off his brain so he kin' git back t'work without bein' distracted." She pushed the modest pouch of bits across the counter. The matron turned to her assistant.

"Get that new filly," she said. "Have her meet him in..." she looked over her roster on the clipboard. "...In room four." She motioned to Mac to head down the hallway while Granny left to go wait in the saloon across the street. Bright Mac walked down the hallway to the door with the number four on it and knocked.

"It's open," a mare's voice said from the other side. He turned the knob and opened the door. The young mare was laying on the large bed inside. She had pale-tan fur. Her mane was a two-tone of red and burgundy. And her cutie mark was a pair of cherries adorning her flank. "Hello there," she said in a sultry voice.

"Good afternoon, ma'am. I'm Bright Mac," he greeted, taking off his hat. She giggled at his formality.

"I'm Cherry Jubilee," she replied.

"It's nice to meet you Ms. Jubilee," he said.

"You can just call me Cherry," she said.

"Alright... uh, Cherry. May I come inside?" he asked nervously, still standing outside the doorway.

"Yes... or wherever you like," she purred. He stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him. He stood there at the foot of the bed. She remained on the bed. They both just stared at each other for a long minute. Cherry began to feel uncomfortable. She was unaccustomed to a stallion that didn't just wordlessly walk in, rut her, and leave without so much as a 'thank you'.

"So... what would you like to do?" she asked.

"Well ma'am, If I'm being honest, I'd like to just go home," he said. Cherry was now exceptionally confused at this stallion in a brothel.

"Home? Why?" she asked.

"Well..." he noticed the simple chair opposite the foot of the bed for some of the clients who liked to watch. "Do you mind if I sit?" he asked. She smiled.

"Sweetie, you don't have to ask," Cherry said. "This is your time. You have me for an hour."

"Thank you." He sat down in the chair and took a deep breath.

"So you want to watch?" she asked. "Do you want me to bend over, or on my back like this? Do you want me to use a dildo or my hoof? I can almost get my whole hoof in there!" She said, laying back and spreading her legs.

"What? No! Don't do any of that!" he stammered, covering his eyes.

"Ah. I got it," she said. "It's all about you." She got off the bed and knelt in front of him. She opened her mouth and reached out with her hoof to tease his sheath. He pushed her hoof away with his.

"No I- I really just want to go home," he said. "There's a mare there that I really like... But I'm not supposed to," he lamented.

"Oh, I get it. Is it your mom? Or your sister?" she asked, slipping into her role-playing. "It's okay big brother, nopony has to know!" she said in a cute voice as she tried to touch him again.

"Please don't remind me of my Ma, she's the one that dragged me here," he said.

"Oh," Cherry said, stopping. "OH! Oh my gosh! Is this your first time!?" she asked. He nodded. She laughed with both relief and embarrassment. "I am so sorry. I didn't realize!" she trotted back over to the bed. "We can do this at your pace. Don't be nervous. Just tell me what you want to do."

"I really do just want to go back home," he said. "There's a mare there that I really like, but I'm an Apple and she's a Pear. And our two families have been feuding since before I was even born..."

Bright Mac went on to tell her the whole history of the feud as best as he knew about it. Cherry just laid there and listened. She was being paid either way. If it meant not having her throat stuffed, or anus stretched by stallion cock (often not in that order) she was only too happy for the break. She listened intently to his story, enraptured by his description of his star-crossed love with his Buttercup.

Many of Cherry's co-workers were veterans of the brothel. They were bitter and cynical mares that had long since abandoned the notion of 'love'. Cherry didn't want to end up like that. She was saving up her bits to eventually have a cherry plantation of her own. That was what her cutie mark was telling her. That was her destiny. Not taking the 'cherries' of young stallions.

"She sounds wonderful," Cherry said.

"She sure is," Bright Mac said.

"I'm sorry to hear about the problems with your families," Cherry commiserated. "And for you mom dragging you all the way out here to..." they both blushed. "You're a good stallion," she said. "Buttercup is a lucky mare."

"Thank you," he said.

"I just wish there was something I could do to help you," she said. She tried to think of something. But her only marketable skills were lying on her back and- "Actually, I just thought of something! You're planning on seeing this girl again, right?" He nodded enthusiastically. "Well I'm sure you want your first time with her to be really special!"

"Well of course!" he replied. She scooted over to the edge of the bed and spread her legs. He averted his eyes.

"It's alright, sugar, you can look. There's no harm in it," Cherry assured him. "But you should at least get familiar with the territory." Bright Mac turned to look at her exposed nethers on full display for him. Normally it was covered by a mare's tail and young colts were taught to not go peeping under there.

Cherry proceeded to give him a full tour and complete a lesson in female anatomy, talking about each of the parts and what to do with them. Between the subject matter of her lesson, and the close proximity of the sight and scent, Mac's body reacted predictably. She found that he wasn't the only one staring now.

"She'll be a lucky mare, indeed," Cherry said, pointing at his fortuitous endowment. Bright blushed and covered himself. "Trust me. I'm sure you're going to want to get right to using that there just as soon as you can with her. But if you can hold off, and use your mouth and tongue like I was talking about before..." She reached down with her hooves and spread her pussy. "And make sure you give this little nub lots of love," she said pointing at her swollen clitoris. "If you can get her off first, then I can promise you that she will love you forever!"

"Thank you, Cherry," he said. Cherry glanced out the window at the clock tower.

"We still have fifteen minutes. Are you sure you don't want to unload that before your big date?" she asked, eyeing the girth of his stallionhood with hunger.

"No. It's not right," he said, frowning. "It's not fair to Buttercup." Cherry was a little disappointed, but smiled just the same. Cherry leaned forward and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"You're a good stallion, Mac," she said. "Don't ever let anypony tell you otherwise. Especially your mother." She reached over the edge of the bed and grabbed the champagne ice bucket, dousing him with it. He gasped and shrieked. But it did the job of stowing his erection.

"Now go on," she said, shooing him out of the the room. "You go get that mare, and you love her! Ya hear? You love her and don't you ever let her go!"

Bright Mac walked back out to the lobby, looking for his mom. The matron directed him to the saloon across the street. Bright Mac walked inside and scanned the room, failing to spot his mom. He was about to turn back around and leave when Granny Smith staggered out of the stallion's restroom, walking in a crooked line in his general direction.

"Ma? What were you doing in the colt's room?"

"Nun-a-yer gall-dang business!" she snapped. "You don't hear me asking on about you getting yer jollies off now do ya!? Now move yer ass and git back to the train station!" She stormed out of the saloon. Bright Mac followed after her, looking back over his shoulder to see three smug-looking zebras exiting the restroom.

~

After the train ride home, Granny Smith was confident that between getting Bright Mac's needs seen to, and the thinly-veiled threats to his stallion anatomy, that he would steer clear of any Pears for the rest of his days.

But Bright Mac was undeterred. He hadn't even finished unpacking his day bag that evening when he was already working on a plan in his mind. A tapping at his bedroom window drew his attention. It was the courier bird, perched on the sill outside, tapping at the glass. He opened the window and looked at the frantically written note. He quickly wrote a reply, outlining his plan and sent the bird back. The blinking light in her bedroom indicated that she had received his note.

That night he snuck out of the house and into the orchard. There was something he needed to do for tomorrow to be perfect.

The next day, they met at the new spot that he had found for them. It was at the top of a hill beyond the edge of the orchards. It was too steep for either farm to use or bother with. He was confident that they wouldn't be disturbed. He set up another picnic for them but she didn't care if he had brought nothing at all. She was just so happy to see him.

"Oh Bright!" she cried as she hugged him. "After your mom dragged you off I tried to get a message to you. But I didn't see or hear hide or hair of you for the last two days!"

"It's alright," Mac told her. "My mom just dragged me along on a... trip out of town. I didn't have time to tell you about it. But I'm back now. And I'm not going anywhere." She just hugged him again and they looked out over the expanse of Ponyville below them. "Happy 131,456-hour anniversary, Darlin," he said, placing a buttercup flower in her mane over her ear. Taking care to make it look good intentionally.

"What? That's way longer than we've been together," she said.

"I know. But it's the anniversary of the first time I called you Buttercup," he said. She blushed. "It's okay if you didn't get me anything," he teased. She rolled her eyes and gave him a smug grin.

"Actually, I did," she said, opening her bag and taking out the instrument that she had brought.

"A guitar? For me!? But I don't know how to play," he joked.

"Quiet you," she said as she started to strum the chords of the song that she had written for them.

We're far apart in every way
But you're the best part of my day
And sure as I breathe the air
I know we are the perfect pair

On a prickly path that goes on for miles
But it's worth it just to see you smile

And I cannot be pulled apart
From the hold you have on my heart
And even if the world tells us it's wrong
You're in my head like a catchy song

The seasons change and leaves may fall
But I'll be with you through them all
And rain or shine, you'll always be mine

On a prickly path that goes on for miles
You're the only one who makes it all worthwhile

And you should not blame me, too
If I can't help fallin' in love with you...

Buttercup stopped as she realized that she had said that last line out loud. Bright Mac spoke before she could.

"Hey, no fair. I was gonna tell you the same thing!"

"You're just mad I beat you to it," she teased back, grateful for the levity.

"I'm telling ya. I was going to pull you up, cover your eyes..." he said, picking her up off the picnic blanket and put his hat over her forehead. He lead her down the hill to their old clearing "... lead you over here and say surprise!" He pulled his hat off her face and revealed the old boulder where they would meet before. He had spent the night carefully carving thier cutie marks into it with a heart etched around them. "And then you'd say, 'oh Bright Mac I love it!' And then I'd say 'I love you.' Too bad it didn't work out, though," he teased.

"Yup. Too bad," she teased back. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips. He did the same they leaned into each other and their lips met. They had finally said it. They had finally said what they were both thinking, what they were both feeling. It wasn't just rebelliousness against their parents, or young lust. It was true love through and through. She wrapped her hooves around him and pulled him down onto the grass with her as they continued to kiss. Which isn't to say that lust wasn't also a part of it.

Bright Mac was careful not to land on top of her. He rolled to the side and she rolled with him on the soft grass, laying on top of him as they kept kissing. Everything about it felt so amazing. The way her curly mane draped over his face above him, the feeling her lips on his, her fur against his own, her warmth of her body against him. The rest of the world melted away around them until it was just her and himself.

Her lips tasted so sweet on his. Each of them had a diet of sweet fruits. But he grown so used to apples that the fresh pear flavor of her jams, and on her lips, was heaven to him. And her scent! All those hugs and times with her leaning on his shoulder, he would bury his face into her mane. And now he was surrounded by her wavy locks draped around them as the kept on kissing. But there was something else to her scent.

Buttercup was the first to part her lips. He felt her tongue brush against his lip, bidding him to join her. He was happy to oblige her as his tongue met hers, the two dancing over one another as he listened to her excited panting through her nose. He realized just how hard and deeply he was breathing himself. He felt himself getting almost dizzy from her aroma. Was it a new perfume? He would have to ask her to wear it more often. He absolutely loved it.

He felt himself loving it just a bit too much.

He realized that his growing excitement was making itself physically know under her. He tried to lift her midsection up with his hooves, hoping that she wouldn't notice. It worked. At least for a while. She suddenly grabbed his hooves with hers and pinned him down playfully. Her torso lowered back down to press against his. He knew there was no way she couldn't feel it pinned between them.

"Mmm!" she moaned, only rubbing her belly against him harder. It thrilled her to know how excited she was making him, to finally feel just how big she hoped he would be. She wouldn't wait another moment to feast her eyes on it. She broke the kiss and pulled away to sit up. Straddling his lap she looked down and could see his long, thick shaft sticking out from under her. Unlike his fur, it was closer in a shade of peach to her own. As though it was meant for her. "Wow," she breathed.

In her new position, Bright Mac could feel her marehood pressed against the side of his shaft. It was hotter than he ever imagined. Not just visually, looking at the lips of her pussy parting against his length. But also thermally hot. It felt like a literal fire burning in her loins. And it was spreading. As she ground her hips against him, her pussy slid up and down along the side of his dick, soaking it with her hot, profuse wetness, dripping down the veiny sides and into the fur of his belly. After grinding on him for a long minute, she lifted her hips up, reaching down with her hoof to angle his dick up to her marehood. She wanted to do it. He wanted to let her do it.

But then he remembered the sage words of a rookie prostitute.

Before her hoof reached his dick, he grabbed her by the hips and rolled her over onto her back. Buttercup was a bit surprised, but not displeased, with the development. She looked up at the stallion hovering over her and braced herself for him to take her flower. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She knew there would be a pain at first. But it never came.

Bright Mac waited for her to open her eyes again. He wanted to surprise her, yes, but he wanted her to see this. He laid down in the grass between her legs and waited. But while he did, he took the time to enjoy the view. Just beneath the orange tuft of fur that matched her mane, the petals of her virgin flower parted just slightly before him, glistening with wetness in the sunlight. The heavy scent of her musk was intoxicating. The way her clitoris would occasionally wink out from her lips, beckoning him, it was all he could do to not just dive right in. She opened her eyes again, and looked down to see that Mac was between her legs.

The instant he saw that her eyes were open, he wrapped his hooves around her thighs and pulled himself into her loins. Buttercup's back arched and her mouth was agape in so sharp an inhale that it was like an inward scream. Bright applied everything that he had learned in Dodge Junction. He changed up his direction and speed and placement. He ran his tongue up and down along her marehood. He pushed it firm, darting in and out of her wet entrance. He teased her clit with his nose, but only just slightly.

Bright Mac focused on his task. He had a very specific goal that he was working towards. He tried to ignore that it felt like his dick was hard enough to drill for oil under him. Her scent and flavor flooded his every sense of being. He could say with no doubt that it was the very best thing he had ever tasted. Grand Pear himself could stumble upon them and run him through with a pitchfork, and Bright Mac would have died smiling, to have had this as his last meal.

Buttercup's hips bucked under him. She'd heard murmurs from other mares about stallion doing this, and how bad they were at it, and how good they could be at it. But there were no words for what she was feeling. And even if there were, she could think of them. She couldn't think of anything but the raw feeling itself. It was euphoric bliss incarnate. It was the joy of every birthday and Hearth's Warming morning combined, distilled into pure ecstasy, and concentrated entirely between her legs.

Bright Mac focused on her body language, reading her signs. He wanted so much to give her what she herself didn't even know she wanted. What she surely needed. But he held fast, doing as he was taught. If this would have her loving him forever, he would see it through. His tongue began to go numb, but he didn't slow down. The whole time he deliberately avoided the one spot that would send her over the top.

Buttercup felt a tension rising, like the energy of a storm just before it starts down-pouring. It was like standing at the edge of a cliff above a deep water. That edge of... something beyond words. The deep breath before the plunge. Her hoof moved on its own, grabbing his mane hard enough to hurt. It was time. On the next wink, Bright Mac kissed and licked her clit, giving it a suck.

~

"How will I know when she cums?" Bight Mac asked.

"Trust me... you'll know." Cherry Jubilee said.

~

Buttercup let out a high-pitch scream in a frequency usually reserved for batponies. Her hips arched up off the ground to the point that she was practically levitating, pulling Mac up along with her as he held onto her thighs. Even though Cherry had warned him, nothing could have really prepared the stallion for her pussy gushing marecum into his mouth and up his nose. Buttercup's muscles released enough to let her flop back onto the ground as she continued to squirt and her entire body shook and trembled. Her pelvis bucked up and down hard enough to nearly give him a black eye.

Cherry has told Mac that she would be sensitive immediately after, but he couldn't help but keep his mouth firmly on her, drinking deeply of the nectar she was spurting with each spasm. But even the tiny movements of his mouth as he swallowed felt seismic to the mare in mid-orgasm. It was all she could do to bring her leg back and plant her hoof against his shoulder to kick him off of her.

He fell backwards and his cock sprang up into the air. Buttercup eyed it like a feral beast and as such pounced on her prey. Her hips straddled his, and she grabbed him by the face. The hunger in her glazed eyes was very real.

"I need you..." she half-purred, half-growled while she ground against him, "... to fuuuck me!" She jumped off of him and leaned against the boulder carved with their cutie marks. She looked back at him as she flagged her tail. "Come on," she said. "Cummon!cummon!cummon!" she demanded desperately.

Bright Mac moved quickly at her behest. Everything he had learned and remembered flooded out of his mind. His legs moved on their own under him. His body moved on base instinct and his consciousness just sat in the back seat, along for the ride. He reared up and mounted her. His cock twitched and bobbed under her as he tried to hump fruitlessly. She reached under them and guided him with her hoof. Between her copious wetness and his dripping precum, he slipped right up along her marehood into place, poised at her entrance. For a brief moment, he just held himself there. A final shred of the gentlecolt holding onto the reigns of his savagery, waiting for her word. Buttercup let out the saddest, most desperate, tiniest whimper of a plea.

"Please."

The reigns holding him back snapped free. His hips shifted forward and just like that, neither of them were virgins any longer. Buttercup felt herself being penetrated for the first time. Bright felt himself being enveloped by a soft warmth beyond compare. Both of their minds screamed 'more!' He sunk in deeper. She saw stars. There was pain, yes. She had expected that. But it was suffused with the cascades of pleasure still rolling over her in waves. But drowning both of those sensations was the tidal wave of fullness she was feeling as he pushed in the rest of the way.

Bright felt himself bottom out inside her just before he could hilt her. She felt butterflies doing flips in her stomach when he hit her deepest barrier. Everything inside her shifted an inch upwards knocking the wind out of her. It was replaced with a sudden suction as he pulled back. For a brief, shining moment she had known completion. As though she had found a part of herself that she didn't even know she was missing. It had filled her with a sort of genuine happiness that she had simple been incapable of ever knowing before. And just like that, it was gone.

Before she could even mourn the loss, it was back again, even better than before. He thrusted into her, filling her completely. When he withdrew next, she wasn't bereft. She knew it would return. And it surely did, surely better than before. And so the feeling of happiness remained, it grew. This was it, she realized. This was as close as a pony could get to heaven while her heart was still beating. This was what sex was.

For Bright Mac, it wasn't like he had never masturbated before. He surely had. But it was nothing compared to this. It wasn't even close. Oh sure, the parts involved were the same. But the difference between masturbating and sex was the difference between firing a cannonball and throwing it. On a scale of one to ten, it was so far off the scale, the number hadn't yet been discovered. This feeling was simply the best thing ever and he never wanted it to end.

Each time he thrusted, his balls slapped against her clit. The contact sent little jolts of electricity up her spine. Her legs might have given out if his were not firmly braced against the back of them. His oral ministrations had taken her to a pinnacle of pleasure the likes of which she had never before known. She had come down from that peak somewhat since she had cum, but what he was doing to her now held her at a sensational plateau of bliss. Each thrust made that knot in her stomach re-tighten, building her up once again.

"Oh Mac! Oh yes! Keep going!" she moaned. He needed no encouragement. Nothing could deter him from seeing this task to completion. Part him tried to remember to pace himself, to prolong this experience as long as he could. They would only have one 'first time'. And there was no knowing when or if the the next time would be.

Bright felt something inside him snap. He was in love with her. They were in love with each other. They had been for a long time. It was pure and true love. She had chosen him. It was her choice. Who was her father to stand between them? Who did his mother think she was telling him who he couldn't love!? He wouldn't let anypony come between them. He would never let her go.

Buttercup felt his hooves wrap around her tighter and his humping became more aggressive. It was as though he had read her thoughts of begging him to go harder. The steady approach of her own orgasm became much more rapid. She couldn't even form the words in her mind, let alone speak through her heavy panting. It was all she could to to just lean on the carved boulder with him on top of her. He was all that occupied her mind. He was her every thought. He was her whole world. The knot in her tummy snapped free.

"Bright!" she cried out in ecstasy as she came again. He could feel her cumming. Her pussy trebled and quaked around him even as he continued to fuck right through her climax. Her muscles rippled and milked at his shaft, beckoning him to surrender his release. It was the final straw for the stallion. He felt his balls tighten and the tip of his penis flared wide inside her, stretching her like never before. With one last mighty heave, he hilted into her all the way. Buttercup saw stars as he pressed his tip firmly against her cervix, his flare stretching her depths, just slightly parting the tiny entrance to her womb.

Buttercup felt him begin to twitch and throb inside her, pulsing in time with his strong heartbeat. The first load of his semen rocketed up his shaft, delivering a powerful spurt deep inside her. She could feel the heat of his cum splashing inside her, filling the tiny space in her vagina. It was followed by another, and another.

Bright hadn't the time or opportunity to see to his own needs since he had last seen her. And his encounter with Cherry had only left him more desperate. It was doubtlessly the largest load of his entire life. His wide flare made a tight seal, and the sheer volume threatened to push him out. Bright Mac was having none of it. He gripped her hips harder and pushed back into her. His cum had nowhere else to go but deeper inside, forced through her small cervix. He seed flooded her womb, dousing the flames of her heat.

Each pony stopped moving. There was no sound in the orchard besides their labored breathing as they struggled to catch their breath. She became acutely aware of his weight on top of her, pressing her against the rock. A nudge with her elbow and she managed to coax him to lift himself off of her. He hesitated to pull out of her. She was hesitant to let him. It was the clear demarcation of the end of their first time. The finality of it. Neither wanted it to end. This moment, they wanted it to last forever. There were no words.

The cool air of the evening made the decision for them, wilting his erection until it pulled free with an audible 'plop'. He lowered himself down off of her and she turned to kiss him. They both had to get back to their homes before they got into any more trouble. But it was not a kiss goodbye.

The only words left were whispered words.

"I love you."

Pear Butter's aunts and female cousins laid about the homestead in agony. Some took cold showered until they were forced to vacate. Others sat on the block of ice in the cellar. Most sought refuge in the cool stream that ran abreast to the orchard.

Pear Butter herself felt fine. In fact she felt better than she ever had in her life. She walked about the orchard in complete ease, much to the ire of her figurative 'sisters' in unease. So much so that it became apparent even to herself. If it was that season, and every mare everywhere was going through this, why was she not? The list of explanations was short. Buttercup made a trip to the Ponyville apothecary.

Pacing back and forth in the restroom that evening, she waited for the two minutes it took for the test to give a result. It was the longest two minutes of of any mare's life in her position. She watched the test, and waited. Red was negative, blue was positive. After two minutes, she got her result. It was not red.

"Oh shit."

After a trip to the clinic to confirm it, Pear Butter headed home with a pamphlet outlining her choices as a mare. She needed time to think about it. When she got home she snuck a copy of 'What to Expect When You're Expecting' from one of her aunts. She carefully put it inside the jacket of a different book and tucked the pamphlet inside. She knew that she didn't have much time. The longer she waited, the more it would limit her options. She opened it and started to read. But before she could even get to the table of contents, her father opened her door.

"The Pears are moving to Van Hoover," he announced.

"We're moving to Van Hoover? But that's so far!" she replied.

"It's what's best. There's acres of untouched land. And a warehouse to make our jams. We'll get to expand our business and get away from those gosh darn Apples," he growled.

Pear Butter was devastated. But seeing no way out of it, she decided that she would need to do what she had to. But she needed to tell Bright Mac first. He deserved to know that he was... almost a father. She sent him a message by bird and rushed out to meet him in their clearing.

"Buttercup!?" Bright called out, sprinting through the brush to meet her. She had only told him it was urgent. But that was enough. There would have been no mountain high enough to stop him. She sat and waited for him at their rock. He rush over to her and held her close. "Buttercup, what happened? What's wrong?" Buttercup was crying. But when she looked up at him, she smiled, even as she continued to cry. She didn't know what to feel. It was at once the most wonderful and terrible thing to have happened to her.

"I'm pregnant," she said.

The words hit Bright Mac like a speeding train. He was frozen, utterly stunned in the moment, as though every light in his brain has just blown. She could have told him than an entire army of dragons was bearing down on them and he would have been ready for that. But those two simple words sent his world spiraling. He felt like he had just fallen off a cliff. Weightless, but also acutely aware of his fate... and his complete inability to avoid it.

"Wha- w- what!? Could you repeat that please? I think I had something crazy in my ear," he said.

"I'm pregnant," she repeated. She said it exactly the same way. Very simply. Very truly. Without irritation in the repetition. Bright Mac heard her plainly well, just as he had the first time. But he hoped, he hoped against all hope that he had misheard her, or perhaps he was becoming deaf, or crazy. Either fate would have been preferable to the truth.

"You're pregnant?" he asked, forcing her to repeat it yet a third time.

"I went to the doctor's this morning. Three weeks," she said, showing him the slip she had gotten from the clinic. He just stared at it. He couldn't even read it. His eyes went out of focus. The normally-gregarious stallion was utterly dumbfounded as a million-billion possibilities unfolded before him. All of the things that would come from this. A paltry hoof-full of them were good.

"There's more," she said. Bright Mac felt those few, pale, good outcomes evaporating. "We're moving."

Oh no.

Oh no.

Not only was he free falling from a cliff to certain doom. But somepony has struck him in the heart with and a bow and arrow. An arrow wrapped with a venomous cobra covered in razor blades and fire.

"Moving?"

"To Vanhoover," she said.

"Vanhoover!? But that's so far!" he said, echoing her words. "Wh- what about us!? What about..." he didn't say it out loud. Instead he just put his hoof to her belly.

"I- I can't keep it!" she said through her tears. She fell into his hooves. Upset as he was, he hugged her just the same.

"So that's it?" he asked incredulously.

"What do you want me to do, Bright Mac? We're moving. I love you, but I have to stay with my family," She got up and left before he could say another word to dissuade her from her decision. Bright Mac fumed. Not with her, mind you, but with himself, with the situation, with his own futility in the face of inevitability. I wish I could tell you that Bright Mac fought the good fight and Granny Smith and Grand Pear let them be. But unplanned, premarital pregnancy is no fairy tale world. And this is no fairy tale.

Even so, Bright Mac did the most romantic thing anypony had ever done. The night before the Pear family moved, he asked Mayor Mare and Chiffon Swirl to meet him at the edge of Sweet Apple Acres. They needed only to be there. All the other preparations he saw to himself. He made sure that everything was perfect. He left nothing to chance. If this should be the last time he ever saw her, he didn't want it to be because he didn't give his every effort.

Buttercup got his message on her window sill asking her to come to the clearing that night. He told her it was urgent. He underlined the word 'urgent' three times. Buttercup was certain that he wanted to talk to her to somehow convince her to keep the foal. But her mind was made up. She had already made the appointment at the clinic for the following morning. Even so, she respected his summons. She would, at the very least, let him speak his piece. He deserved that much at least.

She made her way there. He met up with her just before she got there. He seemed... happy? Confident that he would be able to convince her? It pained her that she would have to break his heart all over again. He didn't say anything and just led her to their rock. Buttercup gasped. Her friend, Chiffon Swirl was there, along with Mayor Mare and Burnt Oak.

The entire clearing had been done up as a wedding ceremony. There were ribbons, flowers, pears and apples. Candles, and a wedding arch where the mayor waited as the officiator. A wedding cake, courtesy of Chiffon, with a topper of a pear and apple. And even lanterns full of fireflies that he had spent the evening collecting for her arrival.

"I don't want to be apart from you, ever," Bright Mac said. "I'm not sure what we'll do, but I'm sure of us. So sure that I'd marry you today."

Buttercup was smitten. He was so good at doing that to her. Less than a minute earlier, Buttercup had no idea what she was going to do after tomorrow. She'd go to her appointment in the morning, and then move later that day. But she didn't know how she would do after that. If she could ever love again. Herself least of all. But with that one sentence from Bright, it was all so crystal clear. She was sure of him, and herself, and them. The rest of the world be damned!

"I would too!" she said with absolute certainty.

"I think that's my cue," Mayor Mare said from the wedding arch. Mayor Mare had the honor of officiating their secret wedding. And it was perfect. Bright Mac knew Buttercup wouldn't want a big splash, so they had a special way to seal their vows. As Mayor Mare read out the ceremony, each of them took a seed of their families' fruit and buried them in the soil together at their special rock. "I now pronounce you-"

"What is goin on!?" Granny Smith yelled, her voice growing closer. "What's with all these here candles!?"

"Pear Butter, where are you!?" Grand Pear yelled from the opposite side, searching for his daughter. "You're supposed to be packing!" The sound of Grand Pear's voice drew Granny Smith in their direction. The two bitter rivals emerged into the clearing at the same time. All of Ragnarok could have been raining down around them, but nothing could have stopped the two of them from locking eyes in a death stare. Bright Mac and Pear Butter were caught directly in the crossfire. He took one look at his wayward daughter, standing there, beside an accursed apple. "What are you two doing?" he asked in utter disbelief.

Bright Mac was fed up. He'd had it with this bitter feud. He was tired of being afraid of Grand Pear, of his on mom, for who he loved. He put his hoof down and stood closer beside Buttercup, holding her in his hooves. The combined might of both of their families couldn't drag them apart. He dared them. He defied them to try!

"Ma, Grand Pear, Buttercup and I are in love!" Bright Mac decreed.

"What!?" Grand Pear and Granny Smith said in shocked stereo. Buttercup spoke up next.

"And we'll be married as soon as Mayor Mare says-"

"Oh! I now pronounce you husband and wife," Mayor Mare said quickly.

"Doesn't that feel nice?" Buttercup said, kissing Bright Mac. Bright Mac kissed her back.

Granny Smith was in absolute shock. She wasn't sure if she had heard it, or if she had only imagined it. Earlier, when she thought she heard Grand Pear calling out that name. Pear Butter. But it couldn't be. But the more she stared at the other mare, the more she couldn't deny it. That pale, peach-toned fur. That yellow-orange mane. Those azure green-blue eyes. It was her.

It was her daughter.

It was her daughter, Pear Butter, standing there at the wedding alter beside her own twin brother. Granny Smith rushed in between them and broke their kiss, physically separating them with her hooves.

"What are you talking about? Married!? You two can't be married!" she yelled.

"Finally, something we can agree on!" Grand Pear said, though for his own, uninformed reasons. "Pear Butter, enough of this nonsense. We're moving, and you gotta stick with your family!" He turned to leave, fully expecting her to follow him. Granny Smith turned to let Pear Butter leave, focusing on blocking Bright Mac.

But Pear Butter just stood there. The word 'family' echoed around in her head. The meaning of the word. And what it meant to her. Her father. Her aunts and uncles and cousins. Her husband. Her foal. She thought about what was important to her, and what she would have to give up if she had to choose one over the other.

"But... the Apples are my family now, too," Pear Butter said. Granny turned and looked at the other mare, in even more shock than she was before.

Bright Mac seized the opportunity to dart around her and rejoin his bride's side. He stared down at Grand Pear, while remaining alert of his own mother behind them. "Gimme a reason," he thought to himself. "Just you try to come between us again..."

"You can't be serious. Are you choosing to be an Apple over being a Pear?" Grand Pear asked, thrusting his hoof aggressively at him before glaring at her.

"If you lay one hoof on my wife... So help me..." he thought, gritting his teeth hard enough to crack a filling, "you'll spend the rest of yer life eating yer pears through a damn straw!"

"Are you making me choose?" Pear Butter asked, on the verge of tears. Grand Pear balked. She had called him on his bluff. The nerve! He looked at Granny Smith behind her, and then back at his traitorous, so-called 'daughter'. He stood firm, drawing the line in the sand..

"Yes. I am!" he said resolutely, confident that she would fold.

"Then yeah. I guess I am," Pear Butter said, choosing the Apples over the Pears.

The words slapped Grand Pear across the face like an icy whip. His own daughter, whom he had loved and raised as one of his own, betrayed him. A thousand nagging doubts flooded his mind in an instant. Was there something he could have done to have prevented this? Some other thing he could have said to have persuaded her? Some concession he could have made to bargain with her?

His eyes darted, for the tiniest fraction of a second, at Granny Smith behind them.

No. He would show no weakness in front of her. She wanted to keep both of the foals years ago, and he should have just let her. Let her feed her, and raise her, and be her problem. He doubled down and fell back on the one emotion in which he gained the most comfort. It burned away his sadness and doubt.

Anger.

"FINE!" he yelled. His final words to her before he stormed away. He didn't look back. He couldn't look back. He wouldn't give his whorse of a daughter the satisfaction of seeing him crying.

Granny Smith watched Grand Pear storm off. She had thought so many things of the stallion. None of them were good. But even she, Granny Smith, head of the Apple clan, would never have dreamed that he would stoop so low to disown his own daughter like that. At her wedding of all things. Granny thought that she would feel happy, in a schadenfreude kind of way, at the Pear family's pain.

But in her heart of hearts, there was only sorrow. Sorrow for poor Pear Butter, held in the hooves of Bright Mac. Her wayward daughter, left crying at the alter of her wedding by her bastard of a father. Pear Butter's words were more true than she knew. She was also an apple. Just as much as Bright Mac was. And she made her choice. Granny couldn't fault her for simply growing up on the wrong side of the fence. She stepped closer and dried the poor mare's tears. She was just happy to have her daughter back.

Pear Butter had been through enough for one day. Granny Smith decided that she could tell them the truth about them in the morning, and then they could annul the marriage. It wouldn't be easy on either of them, but at least that could be undone.

Granny Smith charged upstairs in the farmhouse, stomping down the hallway to Bright Mac's bedroom and kicked the door open.

"What in tarnation is all that noise-" Granny froze in mid sentence. Bright Mac was on top of Pear Butter in his bed. The sheet covered their lower halves, but it was plainly obvious by the position of their bodies to what they were doing. Even so, she asked, "What in the hay do you two think yer doing!?" Pear Butter looked at Bright before looking back at Granny.

"Consummating?" Buttercup said. Bright Mac blushed, still balls-deep in his unbeknownst sister. Granny Smith fumed.

"Not under my roof! I told you to sleep down on the couch!" she yelled. "What if you get pregnant!?" Pear Butter rolled her eyes.

"I'm already pregnant!" Pear snapped. He wasn't ready to break the news to his Ma yet. Certainly not like this.

"Wha-!?" Granny was dumbfounded.

"Why do you think he married me in the first place!?" she snapped back.

"Because I love you," Bright said.

"Well yeah, that too," she said with a giggle.

"You two can't be married!" Granny snapped. "And you CAN'T be having his foal! Tomorrow we're going to have it annulled, and then I'm taking you to the clinic!"

"Like HELL you are!" Bright Mac's voice boomed as he stood up and climbed off the bed. Buttercup grabbed the sheet to cover her freshly-serviced modesty. Bright stood between them, his stallionhood bare to the cool air of the night. Granny's dominant personality as the matron of the family had always maintained a healthy fear of her in the rest of the clan. But in the dim bedroom she realized, perhaps for the first time, just how tall and burly he had become after a lifetime of manual labor.

"Just you try it!" he growled through his grit teeth. The joints in his hoof cracked as his every muscle fiber pulled taut like a coiled viper ready to strike. "If you even think it... Just you give me a reason." He stomped his hoof to punctuate his sentence, cracking the floorboard. It was abundantly clear that she would not be taking Buttercup anywhere. She had only one card left to play.

"She's your sister!" Granny said in desperation.

"What?" Buttercup scoffed. "That's impossible. Grand Pear is my dad! He had me do a blood test and everything! Not to mention..." Pear lifted the sheet away and pointed at her cutie mark, stained with fresh... consummation. "I've seen my birth certificate. I'm a Pear!" Granny Smith had given home-birth to them in secret. And now she suddenly regretted not having a birth certificate done for her before the night of the exchange. "Maybe I never knew my mom, but I know that you would be the last pony in Equestria my father would ever do that with."

"But it's true!" Granny said.

Bright Mac didn't flinch. If anything, it only strengthened his resolve. "After all those times to taught me about honesty..." He said as he walked over to take his day bag from his closet and put it on his bed next to Buttercup.

"What are you doing?" Granny asked.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm packing," he said. "If you're going to just start lying and making stuff up to drive us apart, then I can't trust you! And if you won't accept us, then we're leaving. We'll make our own way, with or without your help! I'll suck dicks in Dodge Junction if I have to!"

"I think I'd have to be the one sucking dicks, Bright," Buttercup said, just as seriously. "The only way you'd be able to make a living sucking dicks would be is we went to Appleloosa." Both were just as prepared to do whatever they had to to get by for each other. Granny Smith realized that they were really about to leave. She had only just gotten back one of her foals, and now she was about to lose both of them.

"No, wait!" Granny begged. "Please don't leave- I'll- I'm sorry!" It pained her that they didn't believe her. But the thought of losing them both forever hurt so much more. "I promise if you stay I- I won't get in your way," she said, turning to leave and go back to her own bedroom.

Granny Smith didn't sleep well that night. At first it was because she was afraid that they might still leave. But then it was because she was certain that they hadn't.

The steady, rhythmic noise of the headboard against the wall was an ever-present indication of their presence. Granny buried her head under the pillow, trying to block out the noise of her son and daughter commingling together. She tried to block out the image of him repeatedly fucking and cumming inside his already-pregnant sister. Needless to say, she was less-than-cordial at the breakfast table.

"I would ask if you at least managed to sleep well..." Granny said to Buttercup before glaring at Bright Mac's stupid grin. "But that expression tells me that somepony had too much fun on their wedding night."

Granny Smith did the only thing she could. She lied to herself. She had convinced herself for so long that the one wild time with Grand Pear had never happened. That he wasn't Bright's father. And now she was doing it again. She would tell herself over and over that Buttercup was Bright Mac's wife, and that was all. She compartmentalized the two mares. This wasn't Pear Butter at all, she would say. This is Buttercup, as he was fond of calling her. Totally different mare. And that was okay. Everything would be okay.

As an increasingly pregnant mare, Buttercup was not the asset in the orchard that Granny was hoping to gain. But the filly sure could cook. After such a tumultuous beginning, Granny found herself warming up to the new(ish) member of the Apple clan. Each day made it easier and easier to block out the truth about them.

Until that day.

Bright Mac followed Buttercup to the bathroom for their early-morning shared-shower. At first they said it was to save water. And then it was so he could 'keep an eye on her' and make sure she didn't slip in her condition. But Granny never bought any of that. Especially on the mornings when they 'got going' before the water even did. By the sounds of Buttercup's moans, this was one of those mornings.

Until Buttercup's moans turned into a shriek, causing Granny to jump from her bed. Granny heard the clatter of hooves running through the hallway and she ran out to investigate. Her hooves hit a patch of water on the hardwood and she slipped, ending up on her back.

"I told you to towel off before you leave the shower!" Granny yelled from the puddle. "I almost broke my dern neck!" Bright Mac paid no attention as he ran past her. "What's the dern rush!?" Buttercup ran back out of the bedroom, followed by Bright Mac with her bag toward the front door.

"Hospital!" Bright Mac explained curtly. "Foal's coming!"

Granny Smith became acutely aware that it was not shower water she way laying in.

~

Exciting though it always is for the mother and family, Buttercup's delivery was perfectly normal and went as smoothly as it could have. In the recovery room, the new mother laid in bed with her foal in her hooves. "Macintosh," Buttercup said. "After his father."

"He looks so small," Bright Mac said.

"The nurse said he's on the big side," Granny Smith said, surprised and relieved that Buttercup had given birth to a normal, healthy little colt.

"Sure felt like it," Buttercup said with a tired wheeze. "I thought he was coming out with a cart and all!"

"Good thing I made sure there was plenty of room," Bright said with a smug grin. "He probably could have just walked out after I was done." Buttercup's elbow gave him a sharp jab to the ribs.

"Betcha it makes ya want to never have foals again!" Granny said, half-joking, half-hopeful.

"Well, we were hoping for a filly," Buttercup said.

"Well shoot," Bright Mac said facetiously as he gave her a kiss, "I guess we'll just have to keep trying."