Within Big Macintosh’s brain, a fight raged like never before; his usually calm mind rendered a smoking battlefield. It was like something out of his, Spike’s, and Discord’s weekly sessions of Fightmallet 60k, with conscious thought pitted against primal instinct. No matter how many times his own reasoning fought back the torrential desire raging within him, the hungering tide just came back as strong and unrelenting as ever, battering at the gates and rattling his normally steadfast mental fortitude each time he thought he’d beaten it back.

The casus belli of this blazing conflict within him?

Literally everything that had happened with Apple Bloom since the two of them had headed into town. His little sister was all but latched at his side at the moment, her dainty arms wrapped around his chest and back. She leaned into him as they walked towards the house together.

And her boobs… those massive, balloon-like jugs that pressed against his chiseled abs… And her pleasantly plump thighs, one of which his left hand squeezed into, the creamy flesh supple as dough as he kneaded his hands into it.

Ffffuck me, he mentally growled, why does she gotta feel so goddamn soft?! He’d only meant to pull his sister close to keep her safe from those shitstains back in town, and yet his own hand had move on its own out of sheer, uncontrollable instinct, and started groping at her thigh!

Now, he knew the right thing to do at that moment in time was for him to separate himself from Apple Bloom. Unfortunately, he himself was too mentally preoccupied to really stop himself from laying his hands on her.

Because the struggle to keep himself from getting any harder--of suppressing the ever-growing tightness in his pants and the long, bulging mass that slowly rose up from the side of one of his pant legs--was simply that taxing.

Shit! So this is what the Triple B does?! Oh, Apple Bloom, why you gotta make this so hard for me...?

The brandy’s effects on the female body extended beyond simple physical and mental modification. To optimize breeding, it caused the mare who imbibed it to exude a nigh perpetual aura of powerful sex pheromones, essentially leaving them in constant heat so intense that it drove both her and most stallions within close proximity wild with reproductive lust.

In a sickening way, the lust that the stallions back in Ponyville had felt towards Apple Bloom wasn’t squarely their fault. The sheer concentration of pheromones his sister was unconsciously exuding was ludicrous. Not that Ah’d ever let those fuckin’ bastards anywhere near her, he thought darkly. She’s my little sister. Mine.

He gulped at how primal that last part had felt, and he couldn’t fail to notice how his hands squeezed even more into her thigh, eliciting another of Apple Bloom’s sweet moans to escape her her lips. Her breath felt hot against his chest, even with his shirt between her mouth and his skin.

When he looked down at her, he swallowed harder. A heavy blush rosened her cheeks, her eyes unfocused and half-closed as she alternated between nuzzling into his chest and staring blankly ahead towards the farm. Her mouth was agape, her tongue lolled just beyond her rosy, ripe lips as she breathily panted. Each breath caused her chest to rise and fall against his body, her breasts practically massaging his abs at this point.

Despite all his attempts to resist, he again found his eyes involuntarily drawn to Apple Bloom’s body.

Fuck…

It was positively unearthly. She had only just come of age, only barely crossed the fringe between adolescence and maturity, and her body had gained an allure no normal adult could match.

Breasts that were full to bursting; heavy and laden with milk, yet they hardly drooped or sagged at all. They spat in the face of physics in a way only implants could, but so soft and squishy and bouncy against his chest, that he knew they were still completely natural. Or at least, as natural as possible when considering the Triple B had modified her body.

Shit, those breasts are perfect… How many babies could she feed with those things? And that ass… Oh, sweet Celestia above, why do you have to have such a sexy ass at your age…?

Her derriere seemed to defy gravity, her twin globes bouncing with every step her dainty feet took, yet always returning to their original shape afterwards. Combined with her plump thighs which thinned at her knees, and those perfect, wide, child-birthing hips… Her entire lower body was now specifically tailored to entice stallions and to gestate healthy children.

Apple Bloom’s thin waist only further accentuated her much wider hips and bigger bust, resulting in the impossibly lewd hourglass figure she now sported. Her body’s proportions were so intensely focused on those areas that it was honestly understandable why it’d be easy to sexually objectify her. With a body that was innately designed to lure a mate in, she was now a girl who transcended logic, reason, or the laws of society, making her invalid and exempt from the constraints that such things came with. The kind of mare that would unconsciously drive stallions mad with lust, to the point they would be unable to constrain themselves and discard all moral and ethical boundaries to violate her.

And Rarity had the audacity to put her inside of a ludicrously slutty, form-fitting bodysuit, to boot. With her entire pelvis exposed, and her lactating nipples outlined against the spandex material, no part of Apple Bloom’s figure was left to the imagination.

And it was exceedingly clear that she was very horny; liquid desire dripped like a leaky faucet from that sweet, succulent mound between her legs. Her inner thighs were so slick with the stuff that whenever she walked, he could hear a slippery, syrupy noise whenever her thighs rubbed together. And the sweet, oh-so-sweet smell that came from it…

Big Mac had to steady himself, shaking his head from side to side in a desperate gesture to regain his self-control. This is bad. Real fuckin’ bad! The scent of pheromones were strongest coming from between her legs. Gotta get her inside, gotta lock the doors, gotta make sure we’re alone together so Ah have her to myse--NO! No, no, no, no, no! You’re takin’ a goddamn cold shower, and you’re gonna fuckin’ endure this! He at least had to keep Apple Bloom locked up until Applejack and Princess Twilight got back. The latter was probably his best hope in reversing or at least suppressing Apple Bloom’s current condition.

...But how was he going to endure a whole week of watching Apple Bloom in her current state? He hadn’t even been with her for half an hour, and he was already fighting a losing battle for control over his instincts. Already groping at her thighs and more than aware of the fact one of his legs looked notably thicker than the other within the confines of his pants...

After what felt like an agonizingly long eternity of a walk, they finally got inside the house. As soon as they were both past the door, Mac finally managed to separate himself from Apple Bloom, before immediately slamming the door behind them, locking it under bolt and key. He then went about doing the same for the side and back doors, making sure each was secured, before closing all the windows and shutting the blinds.

Don’t want no lechers comin’ around gettin’ any ideas. At least, that’s what he told himself.

He found himself taking a moment to steady himself, his breathing short and his mental faculties exhausted from battling the urges that Apple Bloom’s pheromones and body bombarded him with. Finally recomposing himself, he spoke to his sister authoritatively. “Apple Bloom, you start puttin’ on dinner now. Ah need to freshen myself up.” Without the air conditioner going, and all the windows and doors shut, the house was already beginning to feel stuffy.

“A… alright, Big Bro,” Apple Bloom said in an obedient tone. She looked so weak in the knees at that point, it seemed she could barely stand.“Like, whaddaya want...?”

“Anythin’ is fine,” he replied. “You were makin’ mashed taters, right? You go ahead and get started without me. Ah’ll... be out in a jiffy.”

She nodded meekly to that. “A-alright. Ah’ll get started right now… just need ta… catch mah breath...” She lay both her hands against the wall to steady herself, breathily moaning as she tried to steady herself.

He couldn’t help but stare at her body again. The thin fabric at her tits were now thoroughly soaked with her milk, leaving dark seeping blotches that now spread over much of her breasts, leaving the outlines of her erect nipples extremely visible. And the succulent mound of her pussy was slick with her honey, her cherry pink clitoris and labia simply weeping in need. Wanting… yearning… begging…

He felt himself licking his lips.

Something hungry and primal spoke from deep within him. Ah know what she wants. What she needs. What we both need.

She was so vulnerable and defenseless. So unconsciously slutty yet sinfully innocent… It was like she was a succulent, sweet fruit ripe for the taking. All he need do was reach out his hand and pluck her, and she would be entirely at his mercy. A hunger that called for no food stirred, wanting to devour her.

She needs me. Ah need to take her. Satisfy her. Fill her. Claim her.

With a sharp intake of breath, he tore his eyes away from his little sister, and power walked for the shower.

He shuddered through grit teeth as the icy water washed over his form in the shower, his breath shaky.

Chilly as the cold shower was, it brought a much-needed clarity for his hormone-addled brain, and not being in close proximity to Apple Bloom’s pheromones helped to take away the fuel that fed the fire which had been raging within his loins.

But while the flames had been snuffed out, the embers were more stubborn.

Why deny myself? His instincts asked stubbornly.

“Stop that,” He growled, leering down at the thing dangling between his legs. Down at the still-warm culprit he’d been desperately fighting back.

Even at half-mast, his member was a massive, vascular log of rock hard flesh. Long, bulging veins still writhed along and around the titanic length and girth of his dark, seal brown shaft; like lines of ketchup on a ridiculously vast hotdog, running all the way from the thick trunk at its base, past the protruding medial ring, all the way to the broad, flared, and angry head at the tip. Beneath this prodigious column of engorged meat hung his enormous ballsack, each testitcle the size of a grapefruit. Each roiling with testosterone and no doubt filled to bursting with semen. His groin was still pumping with warm blood even as the cold water washed over him, trying to stubbornly defy him as he demanded that it recede.

And how many times have Ah had to recede now? How many years had Big Mac been cockblocked and blue-balled? As embarrassing as it was to admit, he was still a virgin. All the mares he’d been with had been scared off by the sheer size of his great organ. Oh, sure, he was great at pleasing them with his hands and mouth, but once they fished out his giant tool, they had all gotten cold feet and suddenly decided they weren’t interested in having sex anymore.

“And Ah still don’t blame them for that,” He retorted to himself. “This thing’s a goddamned monster.” When he had a full erection, his rotund flesh pole seemed like another appendage entirely. Halfway between two to three feet in length and a whopping six inches in girth, calling it an absolute aberration of a member was an understatement of the dramatic sort. And despite not technically being a muscle, the hardness of his shaft at full mast was just as rigid and unyielding as any flexed thew upon his sinewy frame.

It was, in the simplest of terms, an impossibly huge dick. About the only other person he’d ever seen with equipment as large as his was probably when he took baths with his dad as a tyke. It was no coincidence that Granny said he’d inherited his endowment from his father’s side of the family, either. Apparently, his and his dad’s... condition was something of a family legacy, to the degree that ‘Macintosh’ was as much a name as it was a sort of epithet in their family; a denotation of a stallion who was supremely tall, muscular, handsome, and very well-hung.

“A fat lot of good it’s done me,” he muttered.

The other mares were too weak to accept me, came his instincts again, almost seeming to console his wounded pride. If they weren’t scared off by the sight of his luggage, they had balked or at least been too reluctant at the idea of imbibing the Triple B, which was one of the only ways a mare could safely take in his sheer size and girth.

But now...

“No,” he growled firmly through grit teeth. “Ah can’t.”

Yes, Ah can.

“She’s my baby sister. Ah can’t--no, Ah won’t do that to her.”

That’s a non-issue. The Apples had virtually perfected the art of marrying within the family. Brothers were known to take their sisters as wives, and with the Triple B, such a coupling would always produce perfectly healthy foals--the mare’s birthings unmarred by the imperfections of inbreeding. No matter how many times she was impregnated, she would always give her mate strong sons and beautiful daughters of the finest genetic stock.

And Apple Bloom was more ripe for breeding than any mare Big Mac had ever seen. She now sported wider hips, bigger tits, and a more inviting pussy than he had ever seen in another mare before, even among his previous flings, who’d all sported no small amount of curves themselves. Her body and mind had been literally modified to make her the perfect wife, the perfect broodmare, and the perfect mother all at once.

Besides, it’s very likely Ah was meant to have her, anyway.

It didn’t take a lot of thinking to realize Granny had probably orchestrated all of this. Despite her advanced age, the Apple matriarch could still be terrifyingly cunning when she wanted to be, and she had an almost pathological fixation on eugenics and breeding. Yet, she had rejecting any and all prospective mates that had courted Bloom beforehand--many of which were perfectly strong, healthy studs--yet simultaneously making it clear Bloom was to soon marry, breed, and give birth to the next generation of Apples. Simultaneously, she’d always lamented how Big Mac’s attempts at courtship had always ended in disappointment, though under no circumstances did she ever hold him responsible. “Ye’ll find the right mare soon, Mac,” she’d always tell him, “Can’t let them genes of yers go ta waste!”

The fact she’d left him alone with Bloom on the farm while she and AJ were both out for a solid week hadn’t seemed so out of the ordinary. But now, knowing that Granny had likely encouraged Apple Bloom to drink the Triple B… It was like she had giftwrapped Apple Bloom and handed her to him on a silver platter, with her wholehearted blessing.

She meant for this to happen. She’s given me the chance to finally… finally...

And before he could stop himself, what he yearned and longed for came again to the forefront of his mind. A loving wife to greet him after a long day in the field, her belly hugely swollen with soon-to-be-born young whilst she cradled a baby in her arms; a babe whom he’d gotten her with, suckling hungrily at one of her breasts. The pitter-patter of little feet running throughout the house, and the laughter of children he could call his own.

And the identity of that lovely wife was now clear in his mind, more vivid than he’d ever seen it before.

She’s mine for the takin’.

“Stop...”

Ah can finally have my dream.

“Stop it.”

All Ah have to do…

“Stop it!”

Is claim her.

“NNNGH!” With an angry growl seething through gritted teeth, he took hold of his shaft--still definitely hard and radiating with heat--and roughly lifted it upwards to leave his heavy scrotum completely exposed to the cold water.

It was beyond bracing to feel the chill directly upon his testicles, but it snuffed out the last of the fire in his loins, drowning it in the sobering cold. His erection swiftly died down, his penis almost seeming to deflate as it became flaccid once more. Shivering, he cut the water off. He found his breathing laborious as he stepped out of the shower, quickly grabbing a towel to dry himself off.

“That was way too goddamn close.”

But he’d won, it seemed. The instinctual desire to mate had receded from his mind, and his testosterone seemed sufficiently brought to heel. It had been hard--sweet Celestia, it had been agonizing--but he’d overcome the primal urges that Apple Bloom had so innocuously incited. Yet as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, he felt no accomplishment.

“There’s no way Ah’m gonna last like this,” he sighed, groaning. After drying himself off, Mac put his clothes back on, before stepping outside into the hall. He figured it’d be best for him to keep his distance from Apple Bloom for the time being, and so was about to head off to his own room, in the opposite direction to the kitchen… Only for his ears to perk when he heard the softest of noises coming from the kitchen.

Moaning. The sweet, sweet sound of Apple Bloom’s voice, moaning loud enough for him to hear her down the hall.

He was fairly sure this was the part where two tiny versions of himself would appear on either of his shoulders; with one dressed in a white toga with wings on his back and a halo on his head, and the other in a ridiculous red suit, sporting tiny horns and a devil tail in place of his own. Now, because he most definitely wasn’t going bonkers at the moment, this didn’t happen. Nevertheless, two trains of thought did begin arguing in his head, jockeying to influence him.

Mm-mm! Nnnope, affirmed the first one. Big Macintosh, you’re gonna head back to your room and you’re gonna wait until dinner’s ready!
Wow, the second deadpanned, That’s just cold. What if she’s hurt or somethin’? She might need your help.

That was actually a fair point.

Don’t you play innocent--You KNOW she’s a hot mess right now!

Yeah... A super hot, super horny, super fuckable mess.

See, his probably-shoulder-angel shouted. He’s just tryin’ to get you to do the do with her! You don’t want that!

Hey, I’m just sayin’ it like it is,’his infuriatingly reasonable-sounding, probably-shoulder-devil shrugged. At the very least, you should make sure she’s okay. You know she can’t be left alone in her current state. Just a quick gander, to make sure she’s alright cooking dinner by herself. If she’s fine, great! But if she needs your help, you gotta be there for her!

Shit, that was a really good point. Apple Bloom needed him now, perhaps more than she had ever needed him before. He had to protect her and keep her safe, especially in her vulnerable state. But…

You could only barely control yourself back there! You can’t risk getting a whiff of those pheromones again! Look, I know it sounds harsh, but you gotta think the long game here! You might have to distance yourself now, but it’s the best option if you wanna do what’s best for Apple Bloom! How else are you gonna--

“Big Bro...”

Apple Bloom’s distant moaning voice cut through his thoughts, with Mac hearing his sister whimpering his name in a voice that was oh so sweet to hear.

He slowly made his way towards the kitchen, hugging the wall as he quietly inched closer and closer to the sounds Apple Bloom was making. Her moaning and labored breathing became louder and clearer, and he began to hear soft, wet, squelching noises as well.

When he finally caught sight of Apple Bloom... his jaw dropped and his eyes all but shoot from their sockets.

His baby sister was standing in front of the counter, leaning ever-so-slightly forward over a mixing bowl filled with freshly-mashed potatoes. She still wore that slutty pink bodysuit that Rarity had put her in, but she also seemed to be wearing the frilly pink apron Granny had included with Bloom’s new ‘clothes’. While she had tied the back of it into a neat, cute bow around her waist, and wore the top strap around the back of her neck, rather than wearing it over her chest, she had seemingly sandwiched the top part of the apron within the valley between her massive cleavage. She’d also pulled the top straps of her bodysuit down off her shoulders, with the cups that had only laughably covered her tits now completely pulled down--revealing Apple Bloom’s huge boobs and cherry pink nipples for him to openly gawk at. One of her hands was kneading and squeezing desperately at one of her tits, and to his shock, he watched her squeeze out her breast milk from her leaky nipples into the mixing bowl with the butter and potatoes, and he could hear a low squirting noise whenever a trinckle of her milk dribbled down into the bowl.

But that was nothing compared to what her other hand was doing.

Big Mac watched as Apple Bloom, with her legs spread apart as she leaned over the counter, had her other hand in between her thighs, her fingers tightly clutching at the end of a long, thick cucumber, which she was currently shoving deep inside of her sopping wet cunny, pulling it all the way back out only to shove it’s full length back up into her juicy pink folds a moment later. Her lower lips were practically gushing out nectar all over the floor as she pumped the phallic crop in and out of her depths, her love juices simply drenching her inner thighs and leaving a small but burgeoning, glistening puddle directly beneath where she stood. Her cunt made the most obscene squelching noise he’d ever heard as she shoved it in and out of her, making sloppy, wet squishing and slapping sounds.

As she carried out this obscene display, furiously masturbating to a meaty fruit as she squirted her own breast milk into what was supposed to be their dinner, Apple Bloom seemed completely oblivious to his presence. Her eyes were closed, but her face had a clear look of frenetic, almost desperate wanting; her cheeks were visibly blushing a deep pink-red, and her mouth was agape--her tongue sticking out as she whimpered and moaned with wanton abandon. She wasn’t trying to be even remotely discreet, her sweet cries loud and clear throughout the room as she pleasured herself.

“Big Broooo...!” She squealed. “Please, like, look at meee! Tell me--Hah!--tell me Ah’m sexy! AHN! Say ya, like, want me! Say ya love me! Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah totes love ya so much! Ah don’t want, like, no other stallions! Pleeaase, don’t let ‘em take me away! Ke--Eep!--Keep me safe here with you! Ah… Ah wanna, like, be yer wife! Ah wanna get married! I totes wanna have yer babies!”

Big Macintosh could do nothing but stare, slack jawed at what he was seeing and hearing. The entire scene felt so surreal, that for a moment he’d thought he had to be under the influence of on of Zecora’s more potent recreational herbs.

And, to be perfectly fair, he was under the influence of something. From the distance between him and Apple Bloom, he couldn’t exactly smell his sister’s arousal, but the memory of her intoxicatingly sweet scent from earlier--and the sweet cries and sloppy wet noises she now produced--rendered him an easy target for her pheromones.

And here he actually had thought he’d won against the primal urges that had plagued his thoughts. He thought that taking a cold shower would be enough to stave off the hunger he had felt for the mare now masturbating in the kitchen.

Only now did he realize how utterly hopeless that struggle had been; in a single moment, all of his resistance and all of his inhibitions were quite simply exploded, while his base desires returned in full-fuck-force.

She... wants me? Never in his life could he have ever predicted an upset like that. His own, sweet baby sister, attracted to him?

He watched as Apple Bloom’s moaning cries intensified, with her thrusting ad shoving the cucumber into her weeping snatch with an almost reckless ferverence. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah want ya, Big Mac! Ah need ya!!” She was practically sobbing at that point, so desperate was her mewlings. She squeezed as her breast harder, sinking her slender fingers so far into the soft, almost squishy flesh of her titty meat that they seemed to disappear, and a steady squirt of white breast milk trickled down into the mixing bowl.

She needs me? Just as… just as much as Ah need her?

His felt steady, powerful thumps begin to pound in his chest, and the fire he’d though he had snuffed from between his legs steadily resurged. With each pulse, his cock stirred within his pants, heartbeats sending blood rushed to filled and distend his length. The sight of Apple Bloom squealing about how much she desired him, her furious masturbation, and the obscene act of her milking her own breasts to add her lactation to their food being all the stimulation he needed. Soon his bottom half became too tight to bear, as his erection was simply too big to be contained within the confines of his pants any longer. Almost in a trance, he quietly and methodically took off his clothes until he was stark naked, before carefully sliding them to the floor soas to not alert Apple Bloom to his presence. Thankfully, she was so lost in her own desire that she didn’t hear him.

“Ahn! Cummin’! Ah’m cummin’, Big Mac!!” She was near shrieking now, all but hyperventilating as she approached her own climax. She leaned down farther than before, until she was bending over the counter, her juicy ass jiggling in the air. So low did she sink, that she actually moved the mixing bowl out of the way, lest the breast she’d held above it actually fall in, and he watched as her tits pressed against the surface of the counter. No longer pulling the cucumber out of her cunt, Apple Bloom held it deep inside her, ramming it as hard as she could in short, but forceful plunges which caused her entire body to quiver. The wet slapping noises emanating from her pussy intensified, became squishier, louder, faster, and more powerful than before. “CumcumcumCUM--!!!”

With one final thrust, his baby sister shoved the meaty fruit so far inside her that it vanished entirely, and a veritable spray of marecum erupted from her drenched pussy--splashing out and sending a cascade of her love nectar to the floor. Her eyes shot open, and in that moment, she let out the sweetest, most intense wail he’d ever heard. “CuuuuaaaAAAAhhhhhnnn!!!!”

For half a heartbeat, he thought she’d see him. But Apple Bloom’s eyes were listless and blank, her gaze unfocused as she stared forward--as though she herself was in a trance. The sheer rapture on her face clearly showed that her mind was much too carried away by her climax to register his presence; her cheeks were an almost feverish red, her tongue lolling out from her mouth, and drool running down the side of her mouth.

Once her orgasm subsided, Apple Bloom almost seemed to go limp; her arms gave out and her knees went weak, just barely managing to keep her footing and stopping herself from slumping to the floor. Her pelvis still convulsing from the orgasm, it was all Apple Bloom could do but to try to catch her breath, her respirations labored and exhausted. “Ahh… Haah… Uahh...” she breathed as she leaned over the counter. “A-Ah... can’t move… Gotta… like... make dinner… ‘fore Big Mac comes… Big Mac… Big Bro...” A wet, slippery noise came from her twitching pussy, and Mac watched as the cucumber slowly emerged from her pink folds, drenched in her honey as it slid out of her depths, until it fell out and hit the floor with a wet thump, splashing in the small puddle of Bloom’s own making between her legs. “Big Mac… Ah… Ah totally love ya...”

It was precisely at that moment that something simply... snapped inside of Big Mac’s mind.

...Ah can’t. Ah just can’t hold back no more.

She wanted him. That much was abundantly clear.

She’s mine for the takin’.

It wouldn’t be wrong if she loved him... right? He would just be answering her feelings.

Maybe… maybe Granny was right to do this. Maybe my wife was here this whole time...

So many other mares had left him because they couldn’t take the Triple B--yet Apple Bloom had.And if she was acting like this because of him, then... he had to take responsibility.

Fuck it, what’ve Ah got to lose?

Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, his footfalls heavy as he strode over towards his sister… no… the mare laid out before him on the kitchen counter.

The sounds of his footsteps against the wooden floor seemed to bring Apple Bloom back to reality, as she blinked at his approach. “Huh…?” She uttered softly, before realization hit her like a freight train. Her eyes widened, and a gasp escaped her lips as her gaze fell upon him. She might have moved, and seemed like she was trying to, but her legs and arms truly seemed too weak to move under her own power. She could do nothing but watch, like a deer in a headlight, as he came over to her. Their gazes were locked together, with Apple Bloom only able to look into his eyes as he came up behind her, until she was looking back over her shoulder at him. “B-Big Bro, A-a-ah...”

Before she could get any word in to explain herself, Big Mac shushed her, giving her a slight smile to reassure her. “It’s arright, Apple Bloom,” he started softly, feeling strangely calm and in control as he spoke to her, “Big Bro’ll help ya back up to your feet…”

He really tried to be gentle and slow, but as he leaned forward and grabbed hold of both her arms, his motions were assertive and forceful as he suddenly pulling her upright, and easily hoisted Apple Bloom’s dainty little body up with his vastly superior strength. Bein’ a gentlecolt ain’t got no place here. Stop thinkin’ of her as your sister, he found himself saying in his head. She’s gonna be your mate, remember?

She squealed as he pulled her upright, and another of those melodious moans escaped her lips as his pelvis pushed against her rear, pinning her between him and the counter as he all but enveloped her comparatively tiny frame in his arms. His bare skin stroked against her, his thick meat pole pressed downwards against the cleft of her ass and trying to find purchase between her thighs as he pushed himself against her. He could hear the soft sound of his chest rubbing against the spandex of her bodysuit, and in no time at all he found himself running his calloused hands over her abdomen, feeling the fabric of her clothes against the rough skin of his palms and fingers.

“Ahn! Big Bro?!” Apple Bloom gasped, her eyes widening as he held her in his powerful . He couldn’t help but notice how her tone had taken on a distinct amount of Valleytalk. “Omigod, like, is this totally happenin’?!”.

“Shhh,” he almost shuddered into her ear. “Just be a good little girl and let me… let me feel you, Apple Bloom…” He couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. He knew this was wrong. He knew he was doing something he shouldn’t. But he just couldn’t possibly stop himself now.

“Huh…? Big Mac… you mean, like…?”

He gingerly undid her apron, tossing it to the floor so it wouldn’t get soiled from what he was about to do. He then wrapped his arms around her navel, feeling at her flat belly through the spandex of her bodysuit, before snaking his hands up her body until they reached for her naked breasts, suddenly seizing it in his hand.

“Hyaa!” Another sweet gasp from Apple Bloom. Gods above, did it sound like music to his ears as he groped at her melons.

Oooohh, fuck, these tits are divine! They were softer and squishier than anything he’d ever felt before, and so large even his large hands couldn’t totally cover them. It was like he was fondling a pair of balloons filled with warm water, his hands easily sinking into her milky flesh. The stimulation caused a spray of fresh milk to gush from her nipples, and he felt the warm white fluid getting on his hands. Soon, he was squeezing her boobs like he was kneading dough, and more and more milk began to squirt out, Apple Bloom’s moans intensifying all the while. “Uhm…! Big Mac, y-you’re…!” He shushed her again, cutting her off.

“You’re such a good lil’ girl, Apple Bloom...” he uttered, still speaking softly. “We were supposed to get some milk earlier, but then your body got like this. So you decided to put your milk to good use?”

“Ahaaah!” Apple Bloom whined piteously, powerless as Big Mac imposed himself upon her body. “Ah’m totes sorry, Big Bro! Yer right! A-Ah couldn’t find any milk, like, anywhere in the fridge... but you said you wanted some, and mah boobs are, like, achin’ from all the milk inside ‘em!”

“You don’t need to apologize, Apple Bloom,” Mac assured her with a grin, feeling himself licking at his chomps as he continued fondling his sister’s breasts. Now that he thought back on it, they had initially gone into town earlier to get some milk. “Nothin’ you’re doin’ is wrong. Actually...” Grasping at her breasts, he aimed both her udders so her nipples were aimed straight into the bowl. “Ah’m gonna help you out!”

Without another word, he squeezed down hard into her breasts, fingers digging even deeper and harder into his baby sister’s soft teat flesh, causing her to all but scream as creamy white fluid erupted out of her pink nipples, the milk coming out much more and much harder than it had when Bloom’s dainty little hands hand been trying to make them lactate. Leaning down, he made Apple Bloom thrust her hands onto the counter to support herself as he firmly held her breasts above the mixing bowl, letting her milk gush down into the mashed potatoes as he rhythmically pumped and squeezing her breasts again and again and again, like he was milking one of the cows out in the field. And each time he squeezed down to make more milk come out, Apple Bloom let out another rapturous cry.

It felt like heaven on his hands; he simply couldn’t get enough of the feeling of squeezing down on his baby sister’s tits, nor could he get enough of those sweet noises she made as he had his way with her. While he was ruthlessly milking at her tits, his hips were slowly humping against Apple Bloom’s rear; his crotch pushing back and forth into her plump ass cheeks, and his trunk rubbing up and against the crevice formed between her ever-slickening thighs.

And he knew she wanted this as much as he did.

Because as he humped into her backside, he soon began to feel her slowly pushing herself back into him, and he began to feel the hot, sticky, oh-so-enticing wetness of her sopping wet vulva starting to grind against his shaft. And there were a few times where he thought he could feel his medial ring rub against something small, hard, and nubby--and each time he did, Apple Bloom let out a wanton moan, a new wave of her love juices

He chuckled out, “You like that, sugarcube? Just look at all that milk you’re squirtin’ out now.”

His sister nodded, panting. “Omigod, bro, you’re, like, totes right! A-ah couldn’t get enough milk ta--ahn!--come outta me, ya know? But--eek!--yer totally milkin’ me like ya do with the cows!”

“‘Course Ah am. Reckon that’s exactly what you are now--a dirty lil’ brood cow! Look at this hot little body of yours! These tits that gush out milk at the slightest touch,” For emphasis, he squeezed down on her boobs at the same time, making Apple Bloom yelp as a spray of milk came out. “This jiggly ass that bounces like two beach balls!” He humped into her backside hard enough that her derriere jounced back and forth. “And this soppin’ wet little snatch of yours! Mmph!” He slid the length of his shlong against her mound, feelling his medial ring grind into her clitoris. “This ain’t no filly’s body no more! Shit, this is hardly even a mare’s body, either! You’re just a bimbo now!”

“Nnhooo~” Apple Bloom whined piteously, though he could still see the massive blush on her face as he teased her. “This is, like, totally embarrassin’! Ah didn’t want ya tah see me like this, bro!”

He raised an eyebrow at that last bit, and was so surprised at that bit that he actually stopped milking her tits and humping into her rear, letting her catch her breath. “Oh? Why not?”

“‘Cause--haah!--’cause, Ah was afraid you don’t li--eek!--ke how Ah am right now...” She peered up at him with a cutesy, almost doe-eyed expression. It caught him so off guard, he stopped groping and humping her, instead just holding her close to him. “Ah mean, like, ya’ve been tryin’ ta avoid me ever since Ah got like this... And Ah know ya’ve always liked them totally wholesome kinda mares--so Ah… Ah wanted to be a good girl and make dinner fer ya… so ya could be happy, ya know? But… when Ah kept thinkin’ about you...”

“...You couldn’t hold yourself back?” He finished for her, his tone gentle as he looked down into her eyes, their gazes locked.

She nodded weakly. “Ah, like, tried not ta, but mah body… it’s so hot when Ah think about ya...” She almost looked like she was on the verge of tears when she asked him, “...Do ya hate me bein’ like this, Bro…?”

...Damn, she’s sexy AND cute, he thought. There was a certain sweetness in the way Apple Bloom looked at him in that moment, as though some part of her was still innocent and child-like somewhere inside the absurdly lewd, wanton mare she had been made into as a result of the Triple B. There ain’t no goddamn way Ah’m lettin’ some other stallion sink his teeth into her!

He gave her a sweet, sympathetic smile before he leaned down to gentle nuzzle his baby sister’s cheek, wrapping his arms around her stomach in a more loving and gentle hug than the lewd groping he subjected her to just before. “Aww, sugarcube,” he said in a comforting tone, “Ah could never hate you, you know that.”

“L-like, really…?” She moaned sweetly in his embrace. “Do ya like how Ah am now?”

“Eeeeyup,” he affirmed, kissing her on the cheek, “And you know what? If you really wanna be a bimbo broodmare, Ah’ll support you one-hundred percent.”

The biggest, brightest, most grateful smile broadened across Apple Bloom’s face when he said those words, her eyes widening with a jumbulance he had hardly ever seen in another mare. She spun around and bounced up so she could give him a big hug, wrapping her dainty little arms around the back of his neck. “Omigod, like, thank ya, Big Mac!” she chortled happily, “Yer totes the best big brother a mare could ask for! Thank ya, thank ya, thank ya!”

Initially taken aback at his sister’s surprising show of affection, Mac returned her smile and gently hugged her in kind, his hands stroking her lithe back. “You’re welcome, Apple Bloom,” he chuckled back. He let their embrace continue, happy to feel Apple Bloom’s supple body leaning into his massively muscular frame. Her big, soft boobs were pressing against his chiseled pecs, and he could still feel some wetness leaking from her nipples, despite the thorough milking he’d given her earlier. Her flat yet soft stomach rubbed against his iron-hard abs, with only a thin layer of spandex rubbing between them. She nuzzled her snoot against his, her lips only barely missing his, smiling contently as she lay in his arms.

His own smile turned devious when he slid his hands farther and farther down his sister’s back, until his hands rested atop her juicy ass. Then, he whispered into her ear, “Actually, Bloom? In all honesty... I prefer you like this.” With that, he seized her ass cheeks in either hand, squeezing and fondling at them much as he had her boobs--kneading them like dough in his grip.

The stimulation caused Apple Bloom to gasp, her eyes opening wide as she looked straight into his. “Eeeek!! B-bro?!”

“Hoooo boy, this sweet tush of yours is even softer than your boobs!” Again it felt as if he were groping at water balloons, his fingers easily sinking into the supple flesh. “You’re such a hot piece of ass, sugarcube, Ah just can’t help but wanna tap it!” Still holding onto one of her ass cheeks with one hand, he momentarily lifted a hand from the other, only to bring it back down to give her derriere a light spank.

“HAAH!” Apple Bloom squealed, her cry raw as he brought his palm to her butt cheek, causing it to jiggle and ripple in place from the slap. “Y-ya wanna tap me, bro? Really?! Do ya think Ah’m, like, sexy?!”

“‘Course Ah do! Ah’ve been tryin’ to hold myself back ever since you went and turned yourself into a bimbo, but then Ah heard you while you were pleasin’ yourself earlier...” He smacked her other ass cheek.

“AHN,” she yelped again, “Aaahh! Big Bro, you heard me say all that?! Omigod, this is sooo embarrassi--eek!” She cried out as he gave her another spank.

“You said you love me,” he said, relentlessly pressing her. “Is that true? Be honest with me, Apple Bloom!”

She wailed in response, “Y-yes! Ah’m, like, totes in love with ya! Ah really, really love ya! Ah love ya, like, more than any other pony in the whole wide world!”

“Is that so? Do ya love me as your brother?” Another slap to the rear.

“Ah do… but, like, I also totes love ya as a stallion, too! Yer so manly, and handsome, and kind, and--and real, real strong, too!”

He cocked an eyebrow at that. “Oho? Well, that would explain that horny look you give me when Ah slap your ass. You like your brother spanking you like the naughty lil’ girl you are?”

”Y-yes!” she breathed. ”Keep slappin’ mah ass, Bro! Ah’m, like, a bad lil’ girl who totes needs ta be punished!”

Mac chuckled at that. “You really seem to like that, babygirl. Sounds kinda backwards to give you somethin’ you want if Ah’m tryin’ to punish you.” As though to emphasize his point, he stopped spanking her, going back to simply kneading her rear like putty.

“Nhooo~!” she moaned, “Please, punish me more, bro!”

“Alright, then...” Mac whispered hotly in her ear, “...Ah’ma make you my wife.”

She gasped at that, but before she could get a word in, he raised one hand up so it held the back of her head, his fingers momentarily running through her hair, before pulling her face up towards his, where he brought her in and forcefully kissed her on the lips.

After having dated so many mares in the past, Mac liked to think himself a pretty good kisser. Often times, a mare liked a gentlecolt who was tender and sweet with the way he put his lips to hers. But that hadn’t stopped them from leaving him in the end. No, right now, he needed to assert dominance over Apple Bloom. He needed to make it clear that he was on top--that he was in control, and she was going to obey him without question or defiance. And he knew that she would be all too happy to comply. On top of the Triple B rendering her completely submissive, he was sure the fact she loved him would only further make her all too happy to be dominated by him. So he pressed his lips hard against hers, and his tongue boldly plunged into her mouth without hesitation, his gaze never leaving hers all the while.

He watched as her eyes shrank to pinpicks when he kissed her, before they rolled up into the back of her head when he all but crushed her into him, squeezing her close and allowing her no escape. “MMMPH!!!” A muffled scream came from her mouth, but if it was supposed to be a scream of pain or terror, her body betrayed her. Instead of trying to desperately pry herself off of him, Bloom only seemed to try and hold onto him tighter, her arms now clutching around his neck in a desperate bid to hold onto him, and her legs wrapped around his waist. As he slid the length of his dick back and forth over her sopping pussy, he felt a sudden wave of warm wetness sputter from her vulva, glazing his phallus with even more of her love juices. Soon enough, while his tongue probed into her mouth, he felt hers begin to dance with his, and she moaned with an almost guttural intensity as she tried deepening their already passionate kiss.

And with that, he knew she belonged to him forever.

He could honestly say he had never kissed a mare as intensely as in that moment, so Mac savored it as long as possible as he continued making out with his sister. An hour could have passed him by, and he would not have noticed or cared, as the world around them seemed to hardly register in their shared passion. When he finally pried his mouth off of hers, a gossamer strand of saliva hung between their lips as they gazed longingly at one another. Apple Bloom was panting at this point, her tongue hung from mouth as she looked at him with half-lidded eyes.

He chose to break the silence. “...From now on, you belong to me. You do as I tell you and obey me above all others. Understand?”

A wanton, open, happy smile formed on Apple Bloom’s face in response, the mare clearly happy with her new lot in life. “Arright...” she moaned breathlessly, “Ah’ll, like, be yer wife, bro...”

“Ah-ah,” he chided her. “From now on, Ah’m your husband. Ah expect you to address me as such.”

That only seemed to make her smile more. “Y-yes, hubby! Omigod, this is happening! Ah’m sooo happy right now! Does this mean we’re, like, married now?”

He chuckled, enjoying her enthusiasm. “Well, not quite yet. But Ah’ve every intention to rectify that as soon as Ah’m able. You might as well get used to it, sugarcube, ‘cause there ain’t no way Ah’m lettin’ you go after today.”

“Does that mean yer keepin’ me here? Are ya, like, gonna keep me safe from other stallions…?”
“Well, ‘course Ah am. If a stud can’t keep hold of his own broodmare, he’s got no right to call himself a stud in the first place.”

She looked very pleased when he said that. “Ah’m so relieved… Ah don’t ever wanna leave ya, Big Mac! Ah promise, Ah totes won’t be like those other mares! Ah’ll, like, never leave ya like they did! Ah’ll make ya happy every day, and do mah best ta be, like, the best lil’ wife in the world! Until the day Ah die, Ah’m yours forever!”

That… truly gave Mac pause. He’d been hurt so many times in the past; so many times his lovers had left him. Yet, here Apple Bloom was, giving him the heartfelt promise that she wouldn’t be like that. He was so genuinely touched by her words, some part of him felt like crying.

But he kept his composure and once more pressed his lips to hers, though far more tenderly this time. They both closed their eyes as they shared another deep, passionate kiss--the kind only true lovers ever had. He humped his length back and forth across her vulva, his length slick with her liquid desire. “You feel that, sugarcube?” He asked between kisses, “Feel that between your legs?”

“Mmm,” she cooed back. He could feel her trying to push her hips back and forth in tandem with his own gentle pumping. “It’s, like, so big… so hard… so hot...”

“That’s how much Ah love you, Bloom. How hard Ah am for you, right now...”

She moaned at that. “Haah, it makes me so hot and bothered ta hear ya say that… Is that yer cock…? Ah want it so bad, hubby… Ah want this throbbin’ dick of yours…!”

“The other mares Ah’ve been with all ran away when they saw ‘Little Mac’ here. Are you scared, Bloom?”

She shook her head vigorously. “Nope! Like, I just said Ah ain’t gonna be like them prudes! This is mah hubby’s big, strong cock--if Ah’m gonna be yer wife, I’ll totes be takin’ this thing every day! Ah ain’t gonna be, like, scared of mah stud’s big throbbin’ shlong!”

He smile approvingly at her. “Atta girl, Apple Bloom! Ah knew you were the mare for me. How about Ah introduce you to my little friend, eh?”

Her eyes widened, and another joyous smile crossed her face at his offer. “Yes! Like, a thousand times yes! Ah wanna see your cock, Big Mac!”

Finding himself chuckling again at her enthusiastic desire to please him, he gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Ah love that bubbly attitude of yours, sugarcube.” He gently sat her on the edge of the counter, still holding her in his arms. “Now, Ah want you to close your eyes. Ah’m gonna lay you down over the counter, raise your legs up together, and then Ah’ll introduce him to ya, alright?”

She nodded, looking at him with the cutest expression he’d ever seen. “Mmm! Like, whatever you say, hubby!” She did exactly as she was told, closing her eyes and eagerly awaiting him to do whatever he wished of her.

Damn, Ah gotta be careful! If she gets any sweeter than this, Ah’m liable to get diabetes! With one hand still holding the back of her head, he lay her out over the surface of the counter, then used both hands to raise her legs into the air up until they met in the middle, causing Bloom to be in a sort of L-shaped pose atop the counter. He was easily able to wrap one of his large hands around her dainty little ankles, holding them together as he hefted his throbbing length before Apple Bloom’s thighs with his other hand. “Arright, Apple Bloom, open your eyes and look down towards your thighs.”

“Ooh,” she giggled softly, “Somethin’ feels nice and big and warm between mah legs… Like, Ah wonder what it could be…?”

“It’s my not-so-little friend, knockin’ on your door,” he replied smoothly. “You mind if he slides in to say hello, sugar?”

“Not at all! Like, come on in, hubby’s cock! Ah wanna see ya sooo bad!”

Grinning, he pressed his hips forward, starting to push his meat pole between Apple Bloom’s thighs--an easy task, what with how wet her thighs and his dick were from her cum. He watched as her eyes again shrunk to pinpicks when she first caught glimpse of his massive, flared tip pushing between her legs, gasping with her mouth wide open as he push more and more and more of his length through the gap in her thighs. By the time he had pushed himself all the way through, his thick shaft lay atop her stomach and nestled between her breasts, with his flared tip just peeking out past the top of her chest.

For one agonizing moment, Big Mac was afraid that Apple Bloom was petrified with fear like all the rest of the mares he’d courted. He feared that, even with the Triple B altering his sister’s mind and body, his monster of a member was still too much for her. It killed him inside to even consider it, but if that were the case, he knew this was as close to sex he’d ever get; he might have been horny as all hell, completely dominant and eager to make her his, but he would never, under any circumstances, take her against her will. If Apple Bloom didn’t want this…

...Wait, are those hearts in her eyes?

“Oh. My. God...” she uttered, a sort of awe in her voice as she slowly moved her hands onto his phallic pillar. When she touched it, he felt a shiver run up her spin. Her dainty little hands were so, so soft… much softer than his own were. He watched her eyes become half-lidded again, a smile break out across her face as she gently, almost revenantly ran her hands up and down his length.. “Like, omigod, this thing... is sooo biiiig~! So this is mah stud’s cock…?” She giggled happily. ”Ah totes love it! It’s just like ya, Big Mac! Huge… strong… manly… and so, so warm...” She craned her neck forward so she could plant an affectionate kiss on his flared tip.

“Unf...” Big Mac huffed. He was relieved beyond words she wasn’t frightened at his sheer size and girth, but he really wasn’t used to this stimulation. None of the other mares he’d been with had so much as touched him loins like his sister was. The only hands that ever reached down there was his own, whenever he masturbated. Compared to his rough, calloused grasp… Apple Bloom’s gentle, svelte touch felt like heaven on his shaft. And her lips… “Ngh!” He couldn’t help himself as a trinkle of precum oozed out from his tip as she kissed it, his entire length twitching at the feel of her hands and lips.

“Mm?!” Apple Bloom gave a surprised, muffled gasp as she continued planting kisses on his cock’s head. But rather than removing her mouth from his tip, she simply closed her eyes and accepted his precum into her mouth--he could feel her tongue lapping at the opening of his urethra, eagerly drinking in his sexual fluids. When she finally removed her lips, he could see how the lipstick she wore looked wetter than it did before, and he could see some had gotten on his shaft where she’d kissed him.. “Mmm,” she cooed, “Sooo yummy...”

“You like my taste, sugarcube?” he asked her, finding himself shuddering ever-so-slightly. “Sorry Ah’m so sensitive, it’s just… no mare’s ever done this for me before.”

She gave him another sweet, loving smile. “Like, it’s totally fine, hubby… Ah’m super happy Ah get to make you feel so good like this!” She actually wrapped her arms around his trunk, seeming to give it a hug. “Yer poor, poor cock… he must’ve been, like, real lonely...”

“That’s right,” he replied, “All the other mares were too scared to even touch him. So he’s pretty excited at you givin’ him some lovin’.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she hummed, “Ah promise, Ah’mma give you and him a whole bucha lovin’ from now on! Ah’ll, like, totes take good care of ya, so ya don’t ever gotta be alone again!” She planted another sweet kiss to his tip for emphasis.

Big Mac grunted, both at the sensation he was feeling, and at how touching he found his sister’s words. “...Arright,” he swallowed, “Apple Bloom, Ah want you to give my cock a boobjob. It’s already feeling good just rubbin’ between them--Ah wanna feel him sandwiched in your melons.”

“Okay!” Obeying him without hesitation, Apple Bloom happily took hold of her massive, round, water balloon-esqe jugs in either hand and started pressing them together. As large as his dick was, her boobs were still able to envelop his sheer girth between them. He watched as she started moving them back and forth along the upper part of his trunk, pressing them as much together as she could so she could create more soft, heavenly friction between them. “How is it, hubby? Do mah boobs feel good…?”

“Eeyup,” he growled through gritted teeth. “Unph... shit, this feels amazin’!” With one hand still holding her feet up and together, Mac wrapped his free arm around the front of her legs, bracing himself against her and holding her in place as he began to pump his prodigious shaft back and forth. He groaned in shuddering delight as he felt his length being enveloped in her supple flesh. There was simply no way he could ever go back to jacking himself off. Apple Bloom’s body was just so soft and inviting and warm; her pleasantly plump thighs and her huge tits both sandwiched together at once around his trunk, his heavy balls smacking against her jiggly ass, the inviting sensation of her kissing his tip him with those soft, wet, juicy lips of hers…

It completely destroyed any intent he might have previously had of reversing Apple Bloom’s bimbofied state, never to be even fancied ever again. No, her fate was to be his blissfully willing fuck slave forevermore. He began thrusting faster and faster between her thighs and breasts, his heavy balls now slapping so hard against her ass that the noise of it echoed throughout the kitchen. “Arright, sugarcube, listen up!” His voice was dominant and commanding as he spoke to her. “Ah might’ve thought of doin’ it before, but Ah ain’t gonna let you go back into bein’ a normal mare no more! Even if AJ and those friends of yours don’t agree, you’re my bimbo broodmare, stay-at-home, personal slut housewife now! And you’re gonna stay that way the rest of your life! Ah own you now, got it?”

“Yeees~!” she gleefully responded, all too happy to submit to his will. “Ah’m, like, totes in love with ya, so Ah’ll be happy ta do it, hubby! Ev’rythin’ Ah am is yours! Mah body, mah soul, mah entire life now totes revolves around ya! Ah’ll cook and clean fer ya every day! Ah’ll, like, stay here in the house so Ah can see ya off every mornin’ and welcome ya back from a long day’s work! Ah’ll never even go outside without yer say-so--even ta, like, go see mah friends! Ah promise, Ah’ll do whatever ya want me ta do, whenever ya want me ta do it! Ah totes will, Big Mac!”

“Good!” Mac grunted, picking up the pace of his pumping until his now-desperate thrusts were causing Bloom’s entire body to bounce and jiggle atop the counter. “Yer a good girl, Apple Bloom! Don’t you worry, as your new hubby, Ah’ll take real good care of you from now on! Ngh!! Shit, Ah’m about ready to blow! Ah’m gonna hose ya down, Bloom!”

“Do it! Please~!” She begged happily, sounding almost drunk on the sheer bliss she felt in that moment. “Please mark me as yer property, hubby! Bathe with yer spunk!”

“NNNNNNGH!!!” That last, wanton plea of hers was enough to send him hurdling over the edge, a guttural roar erupting through his bared teeth as he clamped his arms down on her legs, holding her there almost in a death-grip as he pulled back his cock to where the flared tip was enveloped between her breasts--and let loose an orgasm unlike any he had ever experienced before.

His massive testicles contracted so hard, he thought they were damn near imploding inside his ballsack. His entire member seemed to expand in girth as an impossibly massive load of semen surged up its length until it erupted out at the head currently enveloped in his sister’s tits. Titanic melons though they were, Apple Bloom’s boobs just couldn’t hope to contain the sheer amount of hot jizz that gushed out, his spooge erupting froth from between her breasts and spraying out like a busted valve all over her, with such volume and such force that the thick fluid made an audible, loud surging noise as it jettisoned out of the end of his meat pole. She had only enough time to let out a shocked, but apparently excited yelp as his cum simply got everywhere. Her face, hair, breasts, shoulders, hands, and arms all were drenched in the stuff, and some started coming down to her stomach as well. Even more shocking was the fact that, a steady guzzle of spooge still shot straight into Bloom’s agape mouth, which quickly filled to the brim and spilled out past her lips as he convulsed over, and over and over; releasing load after load, after load...

“Aahh… Haah...aaaaaaahhh...” He heard himself shuddering, before giving out a sigh of sweet relief, his climax began to finally wane. As he discharged the last of his sexual fluids all over her, Big Mac felt a level of contentment he had never felt before. Aches and pains he hadn’t even known he had seemed to simply melt away in a wave of fulfillment, his anxieties and worries all washing away…

He watched as Apple Bloom’s arms limply fell back onto the counter, releasing her breasts from her hold. When they spilled back down and parted from one another, he could see the creamy mess that he’d left between them, as he could see a massive, thick, sticky, almost jelly-like mess of his semen stuck between her breasts. When he finally pulled back his now-flaccid dick away from her soft, inviting body, and gently let down her legs and feet, they splayed open at either side of him, hanging as limply over the edge as her arms were atop the counter. It was like Apple Bloom was a puppet whose strings had been cut, so flaccid her limbs were. But she was breathing--he could see her chest rising and falling steadily, her breasts swaying with each breath she took. And he could hear her taking deep breaths. She had apparently managed to swallow the cum in her mouth, as he could hear her panting deeply. Her eyes were still closed, though, as almost all of her face and hair were, again, drenched in his jizz.

“Holy… holy shit,” Big Mac uttered, finding himself still catching his breath. “That was… that was amazin’, Apple Bloom. Best.. that was the best orgasm in my entire life, Ah think...”

Despite seeming like she had near passed out, Mac heard her give a quiet titter, and he could see her smiling faintly. “Ah’m happy Ah could, like, make ya feel good, Big Mac... ”

Out of sympathy, he grabbed a rag from nearby to wipe away the cum from her face, before gently stroking her cheeks with either thumb. “You alright, sugarcube?”

Fluttering her eyes open, Apple Bloom nodded, smiling at him. “Mm-hm~ Ah’m totes fine. But Ah’m happy yer worried about me!” She giggled, kissing the hand he had just wiped her down with. She again craned her neck forward soas to look down and examine herself, a gleeful look on her face. “Wow,” she said, her eyes wide with awe. “Look at all this hot, creamy jizz you got on me, hubby! There’s sooo much of it…” With both hands, she rubbed at the gap in her breasts, gathering as much of it between her fingers as possible, before she reached down between her legs. He watched as she began shoving her spooge-soaked finger into her sopping wet pussy, and he watched as she tried stuffing as much of it inside her as possible. “Ya really did, like, hose me down, Mac… If that had all gone, like, inside me like that...” She left the sentence unfinished, only giving him a very seductive, almost pleading look on her face.

The implication was clear as day. “You’d become a momma, more like than not,” he said confidently, smiling down at her. “Ah have always wanted a lot of children… You know what a broodmare does, darlin’?”

“Mm,” she said dreamily. “We, like, get fucked silly by our studs and get totes knocked up with babies, right…? Oooh, Ah want it so much, hubby! Ah want ya ta pump yer foal inta me~!”

Part of him was extremely tempted to just shove himself inside her right then and there. Her legs were spread wide open, and her pink folds were already impossibly moist--so moist that he wouldn’t need any kind of lubrication… He could already begin to feel his loins beginning to stir, in spite of the fact he had literally just come down from the hardest ejaculation he had ever had thus far. All he had to do was just push his shaft forward again, and he could impale her on his cock and cum inside her… And she’d be hopelessly knocked up, he knew.

But, as Granny had always told him, ‘Ya can’t plough the fields on an empty stomach.’ He was getting rather hungry, and he was sure that once he started fucking Bloom, they probably weren’t going to stop until both of them were completely exhausted. And he WAS going to fuck her, long and hard and without any protection, because she was his wife now and she was expected to bear his child as swiftly as possible. But to ensure a long and fruitful breeding session, they had to keep up their stamina, and that meant they needed grub in their bellies. Sure, Bloom herself might be content with guzzling down his jizz, but he needed more culinary sustenance.

To that end, he gave Bloom a shake of the head. “Not quite yet, sugarcube.”

She blinked at him when he said that, looking more than a little dispirited. “Aww, c’mon, hubby! You’re, like, already at half mast! Ah want ya ta pump me full of yer sperm nooow! Ah promise Ah’ll get pregnant on the first try!”

“Don’t you worry your silly little head,” he insisted, “Ah’ll be poundin’ that cunt of yours before the night’s done, for sure. But we need to eat dinner so we can have a nice, long time doin’ that, arright?”

“Oooh, okay,” she conceded, a comprehending look on her face as she put a finger to her lower lip. “Like, Ah guess that makes sense...”

Sweet Celestia, she is a total bimbo, now. Had she not realized that beforehand? Shaking his head, Mac suppressed a sigh. Wordlessly, he helped her get back to her feet, though her legs were still a little wobbly as she stood. He helped her wipe herself down before he stripped her out of her cum-stained bodysuit and gave her back her apron. “Here, put this apron on, sugarcube. Back to makin’ dinner with you. Finish up those mashed taters while Ah clean up this mess we made, arright?”

“Like, will do! With all the milk ya helped me squeeze out, this’ll be done in no time flat! Ah promise, it’ll taste great, hubby!” Slipping her apron back on, Apple Bloom gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek before she spun back around and got to stirring the mashed potatoes, humming cheerfully as she started mixing them with the generous amount of creamy milk he’d squeezed from her breasts.

As she did, he couldn’t help but admire the new view he had of her rear. She had looked all kinds of slutty and sexy wearing the bodysuit, but there was a certain… wholesomeness to her wearing nothing but an apron and a smile, bizarre as it was to say. Like it was how she was naturally meant to be dressed.

To show his approval of her being naked while wearing an apron, he gave her a slight slap to her ass, causing Apple Bloom to squeal “Kya!!” in excitement.

“Ah like how you look with only that there apron on ya. In fact, Ah like it so much, that’s all you’re wearin’ around the house. Any time Ah let you leave the house, you put on that slutwear Granny sent ya--got it?”

She chewed on her lower lip as she peered up at him with half-lidded eyes. “Like, sure thing, hubby. Ah mean, if Ah’m gonna be barefoot an pregnant soon, might as well wear nuthin’ at all...”

He laughed at that, before he gave his sister--no… his wife another affectionate peck on her forehead. “Exactly, sugarcube. And it makes for quick and easy access for me to rut you wherever Ah want if ya don’t have any clothes for me rip off you. Ah’m gonna enjoy watchin’ you strut that sweet ass of yours around the house all naked.”

“Mmm… You’re so dominant, hubby… Ah love it when ya tell me what ta do...”

He gave a low chuckle at that, before getting back to cleaning up the counter of the aftermath of their union.

As he did, the realization of what had just happened dawned on him. In the span of what was probably less than an hour or two, he had gone from being resigned to the single life for the rest of his days to having a totally hot mare now eager to wait upon hand and knee to please and pleasure him. And Apple Bloom had gone from being his petite, innocent baby sister... and become his brand new, totally hot, sexy, slutty, curvy blushing bride to be.

He could only smile in contentment.

Author's Note

Well, this took a while, didn't it? Sorry for the wait, folks, but it's finally here!

You might have noticed that I recently changed the cover art. That's because I recently commissioned Elz-Zombie to draw some art specifically for this clop--and I LOVE it!

I will say in advance, the next chapter is probably not gonna be as long as this one. Probably. We'll see how it goes moving forward. Anyway, thanks for reading, and I hope to see you next time!