“And done!” Luna’s horn faded as the shield took effect. The clamor outside immediately calmed as the spell took hold. Celestia vanished from sight.

“Well, that debunks one of my suspicions,” Cadance mused.

An unspoken admission passed between the two alicorns.

“Yes, that particular attraction is certainly one-sided,” Luna confirmed, refusing to address the implication.

Twilight tilted her head, scowling at the other princesses, her horn glowing ever brighter as she strained against the door.

Cadance giggled and terminated the spell binding the door. With a horrible wrenching sound, the door was torn entirely off its hinges and fell to the side with a mighty boom.

“Yes!” Twilight squealed as three stallions immediately stormed into the chamber.

Twilight flagged her tail and bent her forelegs in the classic head-down-ass-up position. One of the three was a tall, lanky stallion Luna didn’t recognize. He walked straight to her, his frame towering over her as he wordlessly mounted her and began poking at her asshole with his massive tool. The second, a rather plump fellow, crawled under the first, lying on his back and thrusting immediately up into her love canal. The third trotted around to her front and sat, his erection standing tall in front of her. Twilight’s horn ignited, stroking his shaft lightly.

Luna could feel herself winking at the sight before her -- she almost wanted to jump one of the stallions herself.

The door to the northern hall slammed open. Starlight Glimmer stormed into the throne room, her teeth clenched in a rage.

“He teleported,” she seethed. “Which one of you did it?”

Luna tilted her head in confusion. “Which one of us did what?” she asked.

“Sunburst! We were…” she stopped and gestured at Twilight awkwardly. “And then he disappeared! I could smell the magic in the air, and I know he literally couldn’t teleport to save his life. So, who did it?”

“That… might have been an accident,” Cadance offered. “We cast a spell to keep ponies who weren’t interested in Twilight out of the castle. He should be… wherever he last dreamed.”

Starlight glared at Cadance as her horn brightened, and with a pop, she was gone, too.

“Auntie Luna?”

“Hmm?”

“If Starlight is still here, does that mean…?”

Luna shook her head. “We cannot know for sure -- she lives here in the castle, which is within the shield. Since this is where she last slept, it would create an infinite recursion loop if she were teleported. When infinite recursion would happen, a spell simply fails to operate on a target.”

“Ah,” Cadance mused on that for another moment. Twilight gasped and moaned in pleasure next to them before suddenly gagging on a stallion’s intruding member.

It was going to be a long day.

“I think it’s time for you to return home. The fervor has moved on,” Reliquary observed idly.

Star Tracker peered out the window. The news hadn’t printed anything more about him, though it was still printing articles about Princess Twilight, and judging from the commotion in the street, there was an entirely different kerfuffle going down in Canterlot now, though he couldn’t make out what it was about this time.

“Yeah, okay. I’m sorry for…” he paused, gesturing around the house. “For everything.”

“It’s not a problem,” Reliquary replied with a smile. “I can’t blame you. You have a lot on your mind, and it’s not like you owe it to me.”

“Thanks,” Star Tracker replied, his hoof on the door handle. “Can we try not to make things awkward at work?”

“Unless you want to change your mind and have a quickie in the staff room,” she joked. “I think we’ll be fine. It’s not the first time I’ve been turned down by a coworker.”

“Um… thanks.”

Star Tracker nodded and stepped out into the street. It was fairly early in the morning, but he could hear a considerable commotion coming from up ahead. A crowd was coming down the road, straight toward him, and he could see the uniform of a Canterlot Tribune reporter. Glancing around quickly, he saw a stack of crates next to a nearby fence. He deftly hopped the fence and took cover behind the crates.

He could barely see the street from his hiding place, so he hoped no one on the street could see him. The clattering of hooves on cobblestone grew louder as the ponies approached, and from his hiding place, he could see three of the Wonderbolts: Spitfire, Soarin, and Thunderlane, if his memory of the Wonderbolts exhibit was accurate. They trotted alongside the reporter and a small crowd was gathered around them.

The reporter’s questioning started to become clear as she hollered over the noisy rabble. “Everypony wants to know, why did you abandon your performance? What does Princess Twilight have to do with this?”

“We’re gonna fuck Princess Twilight,” Spitfire replied.

“I have to breed Princess Twilight,” Soarin agreed.

“But the latest reports suggest that Princess Twilight is already seeing somepony else,” the reporter argued.

“Doesn’t matter,” Thunderlane replied. “She will consent. And if he gets in the way, he will be removed.”

The crowd erupted in gasps. Star Tracker tried to make himself as small as he could, hoping nopony would see.

“Are you saying you’ll rape the princess?” the reporter continued, seemingly stunned by the response.

“If that’s what it has to be,” Soarin replied.

Star Tracker froze. Twilight had done something horrible to him. At least, that’s what he thought he was supposed to feel, but he still wasn’t sure if he did. Yet now somepony was plotting something horrible against her. Even if what she had done was horrible, no one was deserving of that. He would never be able to live with himself if he allowed that to happen.

He glanced down the road -- the train station wasn’t far. They would be in Ponyville in three hours, plus however long it took for the train to depart. There was no way he could possibly warn her in time -- the train line was his only option.

He glanced up the road toward Canterlot Castle. The street was nearly empty. The crowd had nearly passed him entirely, and nopony seemed to be following behind.

Celestia or Luna would help if he could convince them. It was the only chance he had! Steeling himself, he dashed out from behind the crates and straight up toward the castle, his hooves clattering loudly against the stone streets.

If anypony in the crowd behind noticed, they didn’t chase.

Applejack stood at the bottom of the stairs, rubbing her aching pussy against the upright of the banister as she debated what to do. Big Macintosh had remained upstairs, and neither Sugar Belle nor Rainbow Dash had returned yet.

The banister spread her pussy lips ever so slightly as she ground against it. The rounded wood was far too thick to do anything more than rub, but the little bit of teasing she could get was helping with the itch - even if it wasn’t going to help at all in the long term.

The door pushed open, and much to her surprise, Sugar Belle and Rainbow Dash both returned, seemingly in good spirits. Applejack slowly sat, trying to mask what she had just been doing as she slid her nethers down the wooden post of the banister. She was thankful it had a proper finish; no risk of splinters and the smooth, cool finish glided along her labia wonderfully. The other two mares sat down at one of the shop’s few tables and beckoned her over.

“Applejack,” Rainbow Dash commanded, trotting to one of the tables. “We need to talk.”

Applejack swallowed hard as she stood back up and stepped forward, leaving a sticky trail between herself and the banister. She knew Rainbow Dash like no other pony did. And that was a tone of voice that was to be unquestioned. Applejack joined Rainbow at the table.

“Uh, is everything alright, Sugarcube?” Applejack asked.

Not one to waste time on explanations, Rainbow Dash blurted out what was on her mind. “I want Big Macintosh to stud me so we can raise a foal.”

Applejack stared at Rainbow Dash in stunned silence.

“Perhaps you could have phrased that a little bit more delicately?” Sugar Belle suggested as she brought over some wine glasses and a bottle of apple wine. “Applejack, I’m sorry. She didn’t explain--”

Applejack raised a hoof to silence Sugar Belle. “No, it’s okay. I’ve been doing some thinking and came to a similar conclusion. I was actually going to ask her if she was willing to do it. That is, uh, if you are okay with it, Sugar Belle.”

“I do have one condition,” Sugar Belle replied, pouring out the wine, “and I’ve already spoken to Rainbow about it, and she has agreed.” Applejack looked at Rainbow Dash. Dash looked back sheepishly and nodded. Sugar Belle continued,“But we still need to talk to Macky.”

“I, uh… kinda... already have,” Applejack confessed. “Like I said, I already had the idea myself. He said he was willing as long as you are there, Sugar Belle. He wants to make sure you are okay with it. And, if you want it, he wants you to get some action as well.”

“But… how could I?” Sugar Belle asked, confused. “There’s only one of him and he’ll be--”

Applejack and Rainbow both laughed as Sugar Belle stared between them in confusion. “I don’t...” she began protesting, but then it dawned on her. Big Mac did say he loved it when Twilight had… “Oh, my.”

A clattering came from upstairs. The three mares looked up at the staircase as the door gently opened.

Big Macintosh stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at the three of them. Their synchronous gaze made him slightly uncomfortable. “Uh… should I not be here?”

“We need to talk,” Sugar Belle replied, a no-nonsense tone in her voice. “Come here.” Big Macintosh tucked his tail between his legs and trotted down the stairs, terrified of what his wife might be so upset about.

As he approached the table, Sugar Belle thrust a hoof out at Rainbow Dash. “I believe she has something she needs to say to you.”

Big Mac turned to face Rainbow Dash, expecting some sort of apology for her brashness that almost cost him his dick. Instead, what she said nearly floored him.

Rainbow Dash fluttered her eyes at him and smiled sweetly. “Would you please fuel my foal factory with your baby batter?”

Applejack’s drink sprayed across the table as she burst out into a fit of laughter.

Rainbow glared at Applejack. “What? I’m trying to be serious here!”

Her desperate attempt at denial put Sugar Belle into giggles as well, forcing Big Macintosh to talk over their noise.

“That was trying to be serious?” he asked.

Rainbow glared at him, and he recoiled. Seeing his response, she softened. “I am being serious,” she said. “Isn’t that how dirty talk is supposed to work?”

Applejack’s laughter redoubled.

Big Mac’s eyes darted between the two mares who were trying to get their laughter under control. “You… really are okay with this?” he asked nopony in particular.

“Mm-hmm.”
“Sure.”
“Yes.”

Three answers nearly simultaneously. Three affirmative answers. Big Macintosh sat on his haunches, searching for any sign of dishonesty or tomfoolery. There was none.

He nodded. “Well, okay, then. When?”

“Right now,” Rainbow replied. “It’s the best timing - the Wonderbolts season will end right about the time I’ll be getting too big to perform, and then I work off the baby weight while I prepare for next year.”

Big Macintosh couldn’t help but notice Applejack and Sugar Belle were almost giddy with excitement. Rainbow Dash was verbally consenting to the act, but Big Macintosh wasn’t so sure. She was a lesbian -- there was no way she really wanted to have sex with him, and he wasn’t entirely convinced she really wanted to go through with it just for a baby.

“I…” Big Macintosh didn’t even know what to say. There were so many questions running through his mind. He settled on, “Are you sure you want to be with a stallion?”

“I can’t say there’s a real desire for your dick, no. But I want to do this. For Applejack. Besides, I’m no stranger to strap-ons.” Rainbow Dash nodded toward Applejack. “It can’t be that much different.”

Big Macintosh glanced at his sister, who was flushed in embarrassment. That was one thing he didn’t need to know about her.

“Strap-ons aren’t quite like real...” Applejack began arguing softly, but if Rainbow Dash heard her, there was no indication as Rainbow Dash plowed forward with her idea.

“But, just to be sure, I was thinking Applejack and I could grind against each other while you’re doing it, so I can close my eyes and pretend it is her.”

Sugar Belle and Applejack exchanged glances.

“How exactly are you proposing that works with, um, positions?” Sugar Belle asked.

“Like this!” Rainbow Dash replied, shoving Applejack prone on the bench.

Applejack fell on her back, suddenly finding herself face to face with her wife - who was rapidly coming in for a kiss. Applejack parted her lips, pressing them against Rainbow’s and darting her tongue into the mare’s mouth. The taste of the apple wine mixed with Rainbow’s familiar lips helped Applejack relax and she went limp in her wife’s embrace.

It wasn’t long before Rainbow began grinding against AJ, the rainbow tail teasing against her clit and giving Applejack some of the relief she’d been so desperate for. Something she’d needed ever since they had left...

… Twilight’s castle.

“Every single mare you interacted with has been hopelessly excitable -- they have all entered estrus early this year. Your heat seems to be affecting mares in some way.”

Cadance’s words rang through Applejack’s mind. She had been incredibly horny ever since then.

And thinking about it was only making it worse. Applejack reached out with her forelegs and pulled Rainbow Dash close, grinding herself against her wife, closing her eyes and trying to lose herself in the sensation. It wasn’t exactly the pleasure she wanted -- this was hardly the ideal angle for grinding, but it was something.

Rainbow Dash let out a squeak as Big Macintosh came up behind her. Rainbow’s eyes were clamped shut and Applejack could feel Rainbow tense up.

“It’s alright,” Applejack whispered in her ear. “I’m right here.”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Rainbow replied. “Just new to this.”

“Just relax,” Applejack encouraged.

“Nnngh,” was the only response Rainbow groaned out as her folds were slowly parted by Big Macintosh’s endowment, her heat providing lubrication for his entry. Rainbow Dash had stopped moving, her body frozen. Applejack grinded against her wife again encouragingly, just a little harder this time.

After a moment, Big Macintosh started to rock slowly. Rainbow Dash’s eyes fluttered open as he moved, immediately locking her gaze onto Applejack’s. “Are you sure you’re okay, sugarcube?” Applejack asked softly.

“Yeah,” Rainbow Dash whispered. “Just… keep looking into my eyes. I want to see you. I want to be thinking of nothing but you.”

The two mares held each other close, occasionally kissing lightly, but mostly just gazing into each other’s eyes as Big Macintosh moved. Applejack couldn’t feel what Rainbow Dash was feeling, but her wife’s soft little grunts and moans left her envious.

“I love you so much,” Rainbow whispered.

“I love you too, Dashie,” Applejack replied.

With each thrust, Rainbow Dash squeaked ever so slightly. Applejack could help but love how cute she sounded. They smiled at each other, and then Rainbow’s eyes closed and her lips locked with Applejack’s. Their tongues writhed around in the dance of the lovers kiss, even as Rainbow exhaled ever so slightly with each of his thrusts.

“Need to go... faster…” Big Mac grunted.

Applejack opened her eyes as two large red hooves came down on either side of her. She looked over Rainbow’s shoulder and saw Big Mac lowering himself down over Rainbow’s back into a proper covering position. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and when he began moving again, it was not with the slow, gentle strokes he’d been doing only moments before.

She was stuck now. Because of the position they were in, every thrust caused her brother’s massive balls to slap against her labia, and the power of his thrusts rocked her as if she was being rutted herself. And each thrust elicited a cute little grunt from her wife on her chest - the voice that always turned her on so much. But now it was combined with the heavy, masculine breathing of the stallion over her.

Rainbow had released her lips and curled her body up slightly, her head buried in Applejack’s chest. Applejack wrapped her forehooves around her wife again, holding her tightly. But now the worst part was that his head stuck out above Rainbow’s prismatic mane, where she could see his face contorted with pleasure; each stroke giving him the wonderful sensation of exploring Rainbow’s tight canal. His quiet grunts filled her senses. All she was getting was the tease of his balls against her pussy, but from where she lay it was almost as if he was rutting her himself.

Applejack swallowed hard and tried to focus on Rainbow Dash. She could feel the warm wetness from her wife’s heat spilling down onto her thighs. She tried to focus on that warmth, but the slapping sound of flesh against flesh accompanied with the sensations of his balls; the adorable sounds Rainbow kept making; the staggeringly sexy grunts of the stallion above her --

She shouldn’t be imagining this. She shouldn’t be desiring this.

There had to be something she could distract herself with. Where was Sugar Belle?

She turned her head from side to side, but couldn’t see Sugar Belle anywhere. Had the poor mare fled?

Something hard brushed against her dock and she tried to glance down, but with Rainbow on top of her she couldn’t get a proper look. A flash of mulberry mane told her that Sugar Belle was down there, however. The delicate, hesitant touch of an inexperienced mare’s hoof began grinding into her pussy. Applejack gasped at the unexpected caress, squeezing Rainbow even tighter.

An electric thrill ran up and down her spine and she groaned out with satisfaction. Then, she made the mistake of looking up again. Big Macintosh was above her still, but now his eyes were open as he thrusted. He was looking at her. She looked back at him. Their eyes met as the room was filled with a chorus of satisfied, happy moaning. Was he having the same bizarre wish that she was?

No, Applejack. Stop thinking about it. It’s wrong.

Judging from his expressions and the way he was starting to speed up, she was fairly certain Big Macintosh was getting close to his limit, and yet their eyes stayed locked together. The hoof down below continued unabated.

He was being such a gentlecolt. The way he seemed to move only when Rainbow was ready. The way he maintained eye contact...

I wish the mare he was studding was me.

The thought came to her mind, entirely unbidden. A smile came to her lips. And he smiled back.

Suddenly, Rainbow’s head shot back up, obscuring the sight of her brother again.

“Something…~” Rainbow gasped, writhing against her. “Getting bigger!”

“He’s just flaring,” Applejack whispered. “It’s almost over.”

A long groan from Big Macintosh followed almost immediately afterward, punctuated by a couple of softer grunts -- the telltale sound of a stallion breeding his mare. Applejack felt the hooves around her nearly crushing her ribcage.

Then the room flashed brightly for the briefest of moments, and Applejack had to blink away the light. The hoof on her nethers stopped. Rainbow Dash groaned, her hooves suddenly scrabbling at the bench.

“Twilight,” Dash moaned. It was a strangely erotic moan.

“Twilight?” Applejack blurted.

“Twilight,” Sugar Belle echoed.

Applejack let go of her struggling marefriend, who wriggled away and immediately moved toward the door. Sugar Belle followed right behind her.

“Wait, what? Where are you going?” Applejack called.

“I have to see Twilight,” Sugar Belle replied.

A prismatic contrail of light was visible through the door - Dash was already gone. The door slammed shut.

Big Macintosh had fallen backward onto his haunches, his shaft receding as he watched the two mares go. He was still panting and gasping for breath, staring at the door in wordless confusion.

“Did they both suddenly change their mind?” Applejack wondered aloud.

Big Macintosh didn’t even seem to notice her, his head hung low. “Don’t know,” he replied. Applejack winced - the tone of his voice sounded… wounded. She could tell he was overwhelmed with guilt over what had just happened. She went over to embrace him, but he held up a hoof.

Applejack stopped. “Big Mac… Is everything okay?”

“Eeenope,” Big Macintosh said softly. “I…”

“You…?”

“I was… imagining…” He suddenly looked up at her, anger, hurt and fear all mixing together in his trembling voice. “How could you even look at me?”

Applejack continued to gaze softly at her brother’s grief-stricken face. All concern for the other mares’ sudden departures was gone. “It’s okay, Big Mac. I told you it was okay. I’m not upset with you. And even if I was, it was Rainbow’s--”

“It’s not about her,” he yelled, but almost immediately became withdrawn again, his anger short and hot.

“Then, what…”

“I opened my eyes. And I saw you.”

Applejack swallowed thickly. She really didn’t want to have to admit what she was really thinking in those moments. “I’m sorry,” Applejack murmured. “I should have looked away.”

“You were looking away,” he clarified. “Your mane was… splayed out. You were rocking with my body. It was like I was rutting you. And…”

“It’s okay, Big Mac. You weren’t rutting me.” Applejack smiled softly and leaned in to embrace him, but once again he stopped her. As she fell back again, she noticed his erection beginning to grow again - was that why he kept pushing her away? She tried not to stare.

“But I was imagining it!” he blurted. “And then you… you looked back at me. And you smiled. And that smile was the most beautiful thing. So I smiled back, and we gazed at each other and suddenly…” He stopped, mouth moving wordlessly.

“... And suddenly?” Applejack wondered, encouraging him to continue.

“... I had to.” He replied. “I had to fill… you. I had to give you my seed. And before I knew it, I was unloading into you.”

“But you weren’t,” Applejack pointed out. “It was Rainbow Dash.” She tried to restrain herself from getting too excited. This was not the right time. Not the right place.

“I know that, but…” He tapped his head with his hoof. “That wasn’t what was going on up here.”

He was having similar thoughts.

Applejack withdrew from him. She knew it was something she shouldn’t be even thinking about, but her body didn’t care - her marehood was winking wildly behind her. Fortunately, she didn’t have to do anything to hide it like he did. “… Was it good?”

“What?”

Tarnation, Applejack, what are you doing?

“Did it feel good to… cum in your sister?”

“Applejack!” he shouted. “You can’t seriously be asking-”

“I can. And I am,” she retorted.

Even despite his efforts to hide it, his erection was now clearly visible. She tried to pay it no mind, but could tell she was failing. He shuffled uncomfortably.

“... Yes,” he finally confessed. “It was… incredible.”

Applejack nodded to herself. She now knew what she …

What she feared?

What she suspected?

What she desired?

It was her turn to confess. “You know, I actually wanted it,” she replied with a wry smile.

His jaw hung open, his eyes darting between her face and her nethers and wherever else he could look that wasn’t incriminating.

“When you started thrusting, your balls would brush my clit with each thrust. It drove me wild.” Applejack sighed, briefly reliving the scene in her mind. “And the rocking back and forth… I was wanting a stallion to rut me so badly. And then I looked up, and saw you. And you looked so.... Handsome. Gentle. Compassionate. And I realized that you were treating Rainbow Dash with so much care. So I smiled. And our eyes met.”

She couldn’t take any more. She leaned into Big Macintosh’s chest - and this time, he did not rebuff her advance.

“And I kinda wished that you were treating me with that same gentle love and care.” She snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes. His massive forelegs came down and hugged her tight.

“I love you, Applejack,” he whispered in her ear.

“I love you, too, brother,” she replied. She could feel her marehood going crazy, but … right now, it didn’t matter. His embrace was enough.

They sat there for several minutes. Big Mac occasionally would shift uncomfortably, but Applejack didn’t mind. When she finally opened her eyes, her brother’s shaft was mere inches away from her face - and still rock hard. Without a word, she caressed it softly with her free forehoof. She could hear him suck in a breath above him. But he said nothing, so she continued. And it seemed to grow even bigger in her hoof.

It has been a long time since she had been with a stallion. She wasn’t sure if she even had the technique anymore, but that didn’t matter to her anymore. She lowered her head slowly to his shaft, her mouth parting to take in the wide girth of it.

Big Mac let out a breath slowly through his teeth as her warm lips wrapped around his length. She slowly withdrew until she had nothing more than the tip remaining, and traced the edges of his glans with her tongue. He shivered, but did not stop her as she plunged slowly downward again, taking it as deep as she could go.

“Oh goddess,” Big Macintosh groaned.

Applejack smiled around his length as she went deeper. His head reached the back of her throat and she felt a gag surfacing, forcing her to withdraw again.

“You didn’t…” he breathed heavily. “You didn’t get to finish, did you?”

Applejack shook her head gently, making sure not to hurt the pillar of love in her mouth.

Suddenly, she was lifted up by his strong hooves. His dick popped out of her mouth as he pulled away, and she felt herself come to rest with her back on a bench. His mouth was down near her nethers now, and he wasted no time, his tongue tracing her labia and teasing her clit as he came around the top. Her clit winked so powerfully that she felt it through her entire body.

His tongue worked up and down her folds, darting in and out; teasing her clit every time she winked. Applejack gasped and squealed with each touch. She could feel her entire body tightening, begging for release as he continued.

She raced closer and closer to the edge, and just when she thought she would pass that moment of no return, he stopped, his tongue tracing up to her teats. He latched on, suckling on one teat and teasing the other with a hoof. Applejack’s head dropped back to the bench as she cried out in ecstasy and desperation. He switched teats after a moment, and a hoof began exploring her marehood again.

She shouldn’t be enjoying this. Why was she letting him do this?

… Why wasn’t she making him rut her until she couldn’t walk?

He withdrew from the second teat and began licking up her chest slowly, planting kisses as he rose. He reached her neck, nipping at the sides of it. Applejack shuddered at his touch. He continued upward, kissing at her cheek, and licking softly up to the base of her ear. Her ears twitched at the tickling sensation.

“I want you, AJ,” those lips whispered.

She grasped his head and pulled him down into a deep kiss. He shifted slightly, clambering closer but not breaking contact with her lips. She could feel the head of his cock at the entrance of her love canal. She pulled her lips away.

“Fuck me,” she begged.

He pushed forward. She felt the searing hot warmth of his shaft part her lower lips as he leaned into her. Her pussy winked uncontrollably as his shaft slowly pressed deeper and deeper, finally resting against her needy cervix. He withdrew just as slowly, that sweet compassion he had held for Rainbow Dash just as present now, in this moment of closeness.

He continued to move slowly and cautiously, but right now, that wasn’t what she wanted. Her body was begging for something else.

“Harder,” her voice croaked out between groans of pleasure. “Just like you imagined, Big Mac. Stud your little sister.”

He withdrew again. “Eeyup,” he whispered.

When he thrust forward again, it was no longer gentle. It was the bucking a wild stallion who had lost all sense of control. She felt him slam into her pussy, again and again - his thick shaft grinding against her winking clit.

The cliff that she had nearly gone over moments before was rapidly approaching again, her entire body screaming out for climax -- and then the cliff was gone, lost somewhere in the distance behind her. Her body clamped down on the intruding flesh, squeezing and milking his shaft, begging him for something more. Her fluids gushed forth, soaking his balls and her tail with her emission, and yet he did not slow. His hips continued to slam forward, dragging her orgasm out for nearly half a minute as she convulsed, moaned, and cried out his name until his thrusts grew more and more erratic.

He groaned and grunted. “Applejack!” his voice sounded out, shaky and desperate.

“Big Mac!” she replied, nearly screaming his name.

“I want to raise your foal,” he rasped, still pounding away relentlessly.

Time seemed to stand still, and her entire world was nothing but the hulking stallion above her, slamming into her cunt with abandon. Her mind told her this was wrong, but the fire in her chest demanded relief.

“I want nothing more,” Applejack groaned. “Give me a child.”

Almost immediately, he slammed himself to the hilt. She felt the head pop through her cervix, swelling up wide. Her love juices splattered against him as she immediately seized up in a full body orgasm, clenching down on the throbbing, swollen shaft inside of her that was kicking and pulsing as it flooded her womb with seed.

The swelling of his flare drove her over the edge again as she came for a third time. Her hooves grasped him and pulled him close, kissing him deeply as she nearly crushed him with her hug. The kicks and spurts of his cock slowly stilled inside of her, and her grip relaxed.

Clarity flooded her mind as she came down from the orgasm.

What had she just done?!

She looked up at her brother. His expression was equally conflicted as he dismounted her, his cock pulling out with a sucking *pop*. A gush of their combined fluids spilled out and soaked her tail, audibly dripping down from the bench and onto the floor.

“I…” Big Mac’s voice was trembling. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have…!”

“No!” Applejack countered. “I wanted it. I know it’s wrong, but…”

“I wanted it, too.”

Their eyes met. Applejack shook her head.

“What are we doin’, Mac?” she cried. “How are we gonna explain this? Not only are we married to other ponies, we’re siblings.”

His reply was delayed, and when it finally came out, there was a hint of sadness in his voice.

“Eeyup.”

Author's Note

We're almost to the goal line, here. One bonus Rarity chapter, one or two regular chapters, and an epilogue remain. I'm hoping to have the story finished before mid-August so I can go finish other things.