Just Rut me!

Macintosh worked quickly and efficiently, setting up a few bales of hay for a makeshift bed and seats. It was something he was a bit experienced with, spending long nights on pet projects and taking power naps in the barn.

Thus he did in fact have a few spare blankets to toss over the hay as well as two spare pillows.

"Well this is fancy!" Sweetie Belle giggled, propping up her fore-hooves on the 'bed'

"Oooh, and comfy," she murmured.

"Uh, Belle. Should probably let AB take that spot," Scootaloo joked. Sweetie Belle looked around, realizing the compromising position she currently stood in, quickly covering her marehood with her tail and stumbling back from the bed.

"RIGHT! SORRY!" she cried out, hopping onto a distant bale of hay.

"Now, ya'll behave yerselves an ya get t' stay. Miss Belle, ah trust ya'll can keep yer hooves t' yerself?" Macintosh raised an eyebrow, waiting until the filly had nodded to move his gaze to Scootaloo.

"I uh...I'll be good," Scootaloo mumbled, her ears pinned back.

"Good. Applebloom," Macintosh turned toward the filly, finding her prodding at the bed nervously.

"Last chance t' change yer mind. Ah care 'bout ya, but a stallion is a stallion. We can only think with one head at a time," he pointed out.

"An ah can't promise ah'll have th' peace o' mind t' stop once we get started," he warned.

"A-Ah'd rather ya don't stop..." Applebloom stammered, groaning and burying her face in the blanket.

"That was th' worst attempt at being sexy, wasn't it?" she grumbled, muffled by the blanket.

"Ah wouldn't say that. Ah've heard worse," Macintosh chuckled. Applebloom glared at him as she moved to the front of the bed, propping herself up on it and flicking up her tail.

"Are ya'll gonna rut me or what?" she demanded in a huff. Macintosh chuckled and stepped up behind her, pushing her against the bed and drawing a gasp out of her.

"Ah suppose ah shouldn't keep a 'mare' waitin'," he murmured, his hot breath rolling against the base of her tail and causing the filly to shudder.

"O-ooookay..." she breathed out slowly, her tail resting on top of her brothers head.

"Damn, shoulda brought some popcorn..." Scootaloo whispered to Sweetie Belle. Macintosh ignored them, focusing on the filly before him. He buried his muzzle between her legs, chuckling to himself at the squeak that escaped her as his snout brushed against her marehood.

"C-COLD!" she gasped, digging her hooves into the bed as Macintosh's tongue found its way over her mound. Her thoughts reeled as his hooves massaged her flanks, forcing the filly into a fit of soft moans.

Smirking to himself, Macintosh let his tongue dance over the inexperienced filly's slit, every so often probing and prodding teasingly until she was panting into the blanket and bucking her hips against his face.

"M-Mac, please..." she whimpered.

"Alright, alright," he chuckled, the mare shuddering as his rumbling voice teased her folds. The filly tucked her face into her hooves as Macintosh loomed over her back with his length slapping against her thighs.

"Wow, I see why they call him BIG Macintosh," Scootaloo whistled, reminding everyone she was there.

"If'n ya'll wanna compare, be my guest," Macintosh snorted, drawing a long moan from Applebloom as he dragged his length against her. He rested his weight against her back, rubbing his cheek against hers while reaching a hoof down to help position himself against her entrance.

"M-Mac, ohh gosh..." the filly moaned, surprising herself as she whinnied loudly in response to his flared tip pressing against her folds.

"Last chance," Macintosh whispered

"A-Ah need it," Applebloom whispered back, gasping as Mac thrust into her. In the same motion he buried his muzzle in her mane, jerking his hips back and forth and working into a rhythm. Applebloom struggled to do anything other than collapse as her world was literally rocked.

She faintly noticed the 'bed' shifting beside her, somehow gathering the strength to look to her side and seeing Sweetie Belle propped up against the bed beside her with Scootaloo hunched over her, the two both crying out in pleasure as the Pegasus pounded her length into her unicorn lover.

Not to be outdone, Macintosh snorted into Applebloom's mane and at an agonizingly slow pace, removed his length from her stuffed marehood before driving himself in as far as he could go. Applebloom swore she could feel the very edge of his medial ring brush against her lips, but it was lost on her as he slammed into her again.

It felt like an eternity of bouncing between utter fulfillment and heartbreaking emptiness. Every time Macintosh pulled back she felt like her world was ending and every time he buried his length inside her it seemed like everything in the world was right as it should be.

Somewhere in all of the madness she found herself looking face to face with Sweetie Belle. The unicorn was on her back with Scootaloo leaning over her, hips slamming into hers as the Pegasus happily pounded away into the more than willing unicorn. Something clicked in the back of Applebloom's mind as she leaned forward, hungrily claiming Sweetie Belle's lips in a kiss that cemented everything she had fought against.

In that moment everything changed. Macintosh pulled hard on her waist, driving his medial ring inside of her again and again, losing his rhythm while his stallionhood twitched and throbbed inside of her. Some part of her not lost to pleasure knew what was coming. Sadly, there was nothing for her to do but enjoy the ride.

Everything came crashing down as Macintosh buried himself inside of her one last time, his heavy sack tensing as he emptied his load inside of the waiting filly beneath him. Applebloom felt her legs give in, thankful for the bed as her body gave up and her vision went white.

When she finally came out of her daze she was curled up in Sweetie Belle's hooves with Scootaloo smirking at her. She glanced around but Macintosh was nowhere to be seen.

"H-How long..."

"About twenty minutes. Also, that make-out session was probably the hottest thing I have ever seen," Scootaloo teased. Were her limbs not utterly numb from the harshest pounding she had ever taken, she surely would've slugged the literal dickmare.

"Well, I guess you win. You proved you're a real mare who prefers real stallion dick," Scootaloo sighed, her wings fluttering.

"Ah dunno Scoots. Maybe ah jus' ain't picky 'bout it at all," Applebloom chuckled weakly, blushing as Sweetie Belle clung to her.

"Eh, let's just see where it goes," Scootaloo shrugged.

"Agreed, ya'll get some rest," Macintosh chuckled.

"W-Wait!" Applebloom called out. Big Mac froze for a moment, but eventually sat down.

"Thank you Mac...Ah...Ah don't think ah have t' worry anymore," she admitted. He chuckled and gave a nod.

"Good, cause ya ain't gettin' me again," he smirked, gently kicking the barn door shut on his way out.

"So uh...you up for a round two?" Scootaloo asked nervously, crying out as Sweetie Belle's magic shoved her off the bed.