Apple Family Breeding Program
Chapter 1. Establishment of the Plan
Big Mac plopped down into the pile of hay at the barn’s wall and let out a long, heavy sigh. A single lamp swayed gently above him, casting a long square shadow of the roof at the tips of his hooves. He didn’t take this place because of a shadow though; the sun had long ago rolled away beyond the horizon and the air was cool and crisp and nibbling at his skin through his fur. No, he took this place just because it was the closest spot he could drop his ass on. He sat there unmoving. Five minutes, then ten, then twenty. Then he tried to move a muscle of his body that wasn’t hurt or strained but failed. So he decided to sit there for another few moments until his time was up. He forced his aching limbs up and shambled home. Not in the direction to his bedroom he really wanted to but to Sweet Apple Acres’ annual business meeting Applejack hosted in the drawing room.
Applejack always chose estrus season for such meetings and this year wasn’t an exception. Instead of working in the fields, she spent most of her time in the pool nearby, cooling her heat. As such, she had lots of free time on her hooves to think about the direction their farm should take in years to come. And now, she had finally come up with her plan and Big Mac was obliged to attend this meeting and stay awake despite all the work waiting for him tomorrow early morning. The situation he found himself in was worsened by the fact that at least he had Apple Bloom helping him the previous years. Not this time. His little sister wasn’t that little anymore and as such joined Applejack on her quest of trying to subdue her heat in the chilly waters of the pool, leaving him completely alone in the vastness of the fields. Not that his sisters would be any help in their current state anyway, Big Mac reckoned. Most likely they would just get in his way and their pungent scent make him even stiffer than he wanted it, sabotaging his work.
It wasn’t like he complained that he had to do almost everything by himself now. He actually quite enjoined the peace and solitude of the fields and the fact that there was nothing but an honest work standing between him and the next day. But there were only so many hours he had in one day and he couldn’t physically finish the job in time no matter how hard he worked. As a result, failed orders and angry clients began to pile up, tainting their farm’s almost impeccable reputation. That was a new and quite unpleasant feeling and it gnawed at him like an itch in his back he had no way to reach.
With a sigh, Big Mac pushed the doors to the drawing room open and walked in. Applejack and Apple Bloom were already waiting for him, their sharp scents permeating the whole room despite every window being set wide open. Big Mac shuffled to a bench in the middle where Apple Bloom was sitting, fidgeting in her seat as she saw him coming, her face tinted with red. He plumped down heavily beside her and threw his head back, making his best to keep his eyes open and not fall asleep right here and now.
Before them, Applejack stood in front of a white canvas scattered with pictures and charts and numbers Big Mac was too tired to process. Most likely something to do with profits and such.
Applejack cleared her throat loudly to get everypony’s attention and took a pointer in her hoof, her visage a mask of seriousness. “Thanks for coming, big brother,” she said, giving Big Mac a short nod. “I know you’ve been working hard for the last week and ain't very interested in the nuts and bolts of how our farm operates but this time I really need close attention of everypony here.” She paused, licking her upper lip nervously. “Our farm is not doing as great as it was in the past and if we don’t change this trend I’m afraid we might lose our business in the future completely.”
Beside Big Mac, Apple Bloom gasped and the stallion himself had to straighten up and turn his eyes to the charts on the canvas, his brows frowning in the mix of concentration and worry. Applejack wasn’t a pony to panic over small things and bring up such bold statements to scare her family without enough evidence supporting such a claim. It was something serious and Big Mac didn’t like the smell of it at all.
Applejack reached up to point at a green line on the first chart. “This is our production volumes.” She traced the pointer over the line, a steady, almost perfectly straight string of data points with slight pits here and there, the biggest one being in the center of the graph depicting the current year. Apple Bloom’s Cutie Mark was pinned under it, further below a note that read “first estrus”. Then the green line straightened again and went on and on to the right for many years to come.
“As you can see, our production volume doesn’t grow at all,” Applejack said. “It’s particularly noticeable during estrus season where me and Apple Bloom can’t assist Big Mac to the fullest extent.” She pointed at the pit with Apple Bloom’s Cutie Mark under it, then continued. “But that’s not the source of my concerns. We could get through this unstable period by putting more of our time beforehoof. But...” Applejack trailed off and let out a puff of air. She pointed at another line, this time red, that began its climb from the very bottom on the left. As she trailed her pointer along this line, it rose and rose until it met the green line in the center of the chart in the current year. It continued to climb up after that even faster, overshadowing everything else and skyrocketing all the way up to the top right corner.
“This red line is consumer demand,” Applejack explained. “When our granny had laid the foundation of this farm, the town was small and its demand for apples was smaller still. But as it continued to grow, more ponies began settling down here, their demand for apple products becoming as diverse as the cultures they had come from. And finally, after Twilight has become a princess and erected her castle, more than ever ponies are now moving to our town to build a life here, some of them are farmers.” Applejack’s brows drew inwards, hard grooves cutting into the bridge of her nose. “We’re already beginning to lose some of our most loyal customers to them because we can’t meet deadlines. In my estimation, we have ten, maybe fifteen years if we’re lucky to rectify the situation and catch up with the demand.”
“But how do other farmers keep up?” Apple Bloom asked hesitantly.
Applejack snorted. “By using machinery,” she said, her snout creasing as if she inhaled something awfully fetid. “Similar to those Flim and Flam used. Of course, the quality of their product is nothing compared to the one we produce with our own hooves but it’s still better than nothing at all. And ponies will eventually get used to it and buy it instead.”
Big Mac cringed at that. Their situation was every bit as bad as he had been expecting and he had not the slightest idea how to fix it. He and everypony on the farm knew that stooping to the use of technology and trading quality for quantity wasn’t an option. He put his head into his hooves, fearing to think of what might become of their parents’ legacy.
“That’s why I came up with this plan,” Applejack said, her voice full of resolve. She turned over the page of the canvas to a new one that didn’t contain any graphs. Instead, it was dominated by a rough pencil-drawn image of a dozen ponies standing together with their smiles wide in front of a building resembling a barn, lots and lots of foals frolicking around them. Applejack slammed the image with her pointer. “Family,” she stated proudly. “It’s already helped us to defeat the technology once but we need a much bigger and stronger family to fight against what awaits us ahead. We won’t lose nothing our parents worked so hard for to these soulless apple juice squeezing machines!” And she stamped her hoof hard against the floor to emphasize her point. “Never!”
Applejack turned over the page again. Big Mac’s eyes went wide as a new pencil-drawn image appeared before him, this time using quite a bit of color. It depicted a red stallion with orange mane mounting a mare with a cowboy hat from behind. Another smaller mare with a big red bow was lying exhausted on a pile of hay not far away from them, her hindlegs spread wide, rivulets of white liquid coming out from her crotch. Big Mac could feel the bench he was sitting on shake as Apple Bloom squirmed beside him harder than ever before, her face a single spot of red. “I was helping sis to prepare the presentation,” she whispered in his ear.
“As you can see, my plan is simple.” Applejack traced her pointer over the smaller pony with a bow, tapped at the splashes of white on her groin. “But it’s not an easy one. We all will have to work hard to raise the foals Big Mac is going to impregnate me and Apple Bloom with. But I am sure they will be an invaluable addition to our family and help us save the integrity of our farm.”
Applejack turned to Apple Bloom and gave her a short nod. “Apple Bloom, you’re an adult now so it’s important for me to hear your opinion on everything related to running our farm from now on. What do you say about my plan here?”
“If it will help to save our farm...” Apple Bloom paused, rubbing her left foreleg against the right one anxiously. “And if it’s with Big Mac, I know there’s nothing to fear.” She wrapped her tiny hooves around Big Mac’s huge foreleg and gave him a brief smile. “I will gladly bear his foals,” she said in a near whisper.
“Well, then it’s all settled if nopony has nothing to add,” Applejack said, nodding to herself. “We will begin implementing our plan tomorrow. Right now we’ll have to–”
“Wait a second.” Big Mac cleared his throat audibly.
“Big Mac?” Applejack asked in surprise. “Of course, go on. It’s just you never commented on any of my plans since...” She paused to ponder over it for a few moments. “Since that accident with Rich Family when we were teenagers. Do you have anything to say?”
“Just one thing.” Big Mac sucked in a deep breath. “Are you crazy?”
“What do you mean?” Applejack asked, raising her brow in confusion. “What part of my plan has a flaw?”
“The one where I am to impregnate you and Apple Bloom.” He shook his head in disbelief.
“Do you have any other candidates?” Applejack asked. “Ones as strong, loving, hard-working, and virile as you are. Because for my plan to work we need the best stud there is to plant his seed in us.”
“It’s not about that...” A sweet tingling swept across his face and a sudden flush of warmth spread down his groin. It was perhaps the biggest praise he’d ever got from a mare. From anypony. And unlike others ponies who often spoke sweet words to get him to help with their luggage or sometimes house repair, he knew that his sister was totally sincere. She really thought him the best stud in the world to father her foals. How could he fail her in such an important matter? Definitely not by allowing some lousy stallion to put his dirty hooves, let alone his cock, into the two most loved ponies in his life.
“I just thought... ” he trailed off not finding the right words to say. He was always short on them when it was about such personal subjects, even while blabbering nonstop all day when he was a teenager. “It’s just so sudden. And I’m worried about Apple Bloom.” He could still feel his little sister fidgeting in her seat nervously, her hooves wrapped around him tightly. He pressed her closely to himself and patted her head. “Applejack, you know how big my cock is and Applebloom hit her first estrus what? A week ago? You sure she can handle it?”
“I believe in her,” Applejack said. “She’s a strong filly. Been helping me on the farm since she could walk and complained less than any one of us in her age.” She gave Apple Bloom a smile. “In any way, it’s for you to decide, sugarcube. Whatever you choose, I will always be proud of you.”
“As I said, if it’s with Big Mac I’m totally fine. He will never hurt me.”
“Of course not. But I’m not sure that you quite understand how big my–”
“She doesn’t have to give her answer now,” Applejack interrupted him, walking to the pair and ruffling Apple Bloom’s mane with a hoof. “If you feel afraid or it gets hurt, sugarcube, just one word and we will stop immediately.”
“I’ll be fine,” Applebloom said through her gritted teeth. “You don’t have to talk to me like I’m a child. I know how to express myself!”
“I’m just worried...” Big Mac trailed off as he saw Apple Bloom’s hard stare drilling into him. Perhaps it was time to shut up. He’d already said his week’s share of words in one day. If his sisters decided on their plan, there was no point in trying to stop them now. All he could do was to support them and do his best to bring their plan to fruition.
“Then, if nopony has anything to add,” Applejack said. “I declare this Sweet Apple Acres’ annual business meeting finished. We will begin expanding our family tomorrow morning. We can’t delay it any further, there is little time left until the breeding season ends. Right now though Big Mac will need a good night of sleep before he sets to impregnate me and Apple Bloom.” Applejack watched her brother closely. “No slack here, big boy. I know you’re very tired plowing all those fields there but you’re not going anywhere until you have plowed your sisters’ wombs full of your seed as well. You better be fully ready for this, stud.”
“Yup.” Big Mac waved his hoof dismissively, holding in a yawn. Celestia, he was tired.
Apple Family Breeding Program
Chapter 2. Execution of the Plan
A movement between his hind legs stirred Big Mac out of his peaceful sleep. He opened his eyes to see two bulges, big and a smaller one, protruding from beneath his covers. The bulges rose and fell, moved left and right as if performing some kind of wrestling match hidden from his sight. Big Mac grabbed the covers with a hoof and threw them back, revealing his sisters’ heads pressed against each other above his crotch.
“Hi, Big Mac,” Apple Bloom said sheepishly from between his legs. “Sorry to wake you.”
“What time is it?” Big Mac asked, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. “Have the two of you slept at all?”
“Not really,” Applejack said and plunged her muzzle further into his groin. She inhaled deeply and stuck her tongue out to swirl a circle over Big Mac’s sheath. “Hard to fall asleep when your mind is full of your seed and your womb is empty of it.”
“Hey, I want to lick his penis too,” Apple Bloom complained, struggling to dive into his crotch beside her sister but Applejack was relentless, standing her ground, her lips latched onto his sheath tightly.
“First we need to get it out,” Applejack said, her tongue lashing the narrow skin connecting his sack and sheath. “Get to sucking on his balls for now.”
With a pout, Apple Bloom lowered herself down and made a tentative lick of Big Mac’s heavy with seed orbs. She closed her eyes and put his left testicle into her mouth, sucking on it gently.
Big Mac gritted his teeth as a throbbing sensation spread from his groin and all over his body, his cock slipping out of its sheath at incredible speed. It rose and rose, pushing into Applejack’s mouth and further into the entrance to her throat, forcing the mare to lift her head with every pulse of his cock.
Apple Bloom’s jaw fell open, dropping the testicle from her mouth as she observed Big Mac’s cock reach its full length, thick veins bulging along the throbbing shaft. She gulped down as it loomed over her like an enormous tower, casting a menacing shadow over her head.
“I hope you haven't changed your mind,” Applejack said, smiling around the flat tip and sucking on it.
“O-of course not,” Apple Bloom managed to stutter. She tried to return a smile but it quickly slipped from her lips and she laughed nervously. “Like a slice of a-apple.”
“Then look closely at how it’s done. After these apples fill my womb with their seed–” And Applejack cupped her hooves around Big Mac’s balls and hefted them up. “Yours is going to be next.”
Applejack gave Big Mac’s tip a final lick, her tongue swirling over his urethra to gather up precum leaking from it. She smacked her lips tastily and gulped everything down. She spun around, presenting her firm, luscious rump to him. Her dock twitched and her tail flagged up high, giving an unobstructed view of a puffy ring of muscles sitting snugly between two shapely asscheeks. Her pussylips, swollen and sparkling with moisture, formed a tight oval below it. That’s where all Big Mac’s attention was redirected immediately, rendering all the world around it completely meaningless. Two perfect halves of the most tender flesh with a sliver of inviting pink in the center. Her pussylips spread out slightly as a hard nub emerged from the bottom of them, bringing along a thick strand of juices stretching down and hanging from the very bottom of her pussy. Her clit shifted back into her tunnel but the string of her juices remained, reaching even further below until it snapped and dropped heavily onto Apple Bloom’s snout. The filly wrinkled her nose but didn’t move away from the place by Big Mac’s sack where she had made herself comfortable.
Applejack shifted her ass closer to Big Mac and rubbed her pussy against his shaft. She moved her supple flank up and down along his length, her puffy lips spreading slightly to tease the underside of his cock with the softness awaiting inside. Her clit winked and stroked a ridge of Big Mac’s flare as she placed her butt at the top of his cock, her juices oozing over the tip and flowing down his length.
With a swift movement of her hoof, Applejack took her hat off and lifted it up. “Time to ride this big boy–” and she plunged her whole body down onto his cock. Big Mac threw his head back into the pillow, his eyes shut close as his sister’s soft walls enveloped him and her warm embrace squeezed down on him from seemingly all places at once.
His tip bumped against something firm yet pliable and he felt himself slowly squeeze into it as Applejack began to gyrate her hips on top of him. She had taken most of his length, up to his medial ring but there were still enough inches to surpass before their groins could connect. If Applejack’s pussy was a wet heaven created to suck him in and coax his seed out by making him lose himself inside her, the cervix she tried to push him through into her womb despised such a subtle approach. It pressed on his tip with incredible strength, demanding his seed and refusing to let go of him until then. The sensation was too much for Big Mac and he dug his hooves into the plumpness of Applejack’s hips, squeezing them tightly. With a grunt, he pushed his sister down onto his cock while at the same time thrusting his pelvis up with everything he had in him. With almost impossible squeeze his cock popped into his sister’s deepest place and bumped against the back of her womb.
Apple Bloom’s jaw hung open as she watched Applejack’s belly distort and bulge with her brother’s flat tip inside her. With a synchronous moan from her siblings, the bulge inside Applejack grew even further as Big Mac’s cock flared up, her belly bloating as a torrent of her brother’s seed began to flood inside her. Apple Bloom shoved her muzzle into the place where her siblings were connected, right over Big Mac’s balls and began to lash the place with her tongue desperately, trying to force her tongue under her sister’s outstretched lips in the hope of tasting at least a smidgen of the gift her brother was filling her older sister with. Alas, her sister was plugged tightly with her brother’s enormous girth inside her and not a single drop could escape that seal. But Apple Bloom didn’t want to give up and her tongue whipped at her sibling’s connection even harder, even as Applejack’s clit winked feverishly against her and spurted wave after wave of her pungent juices into Apple Bloom’s open mouth. Applejack’s taste was sour and tasted of apples and Apple Bloom gulped down her sister’s nectar happily. But no matter how much she enjoyed it, no matter how strong her sister’s scent sank into her brain and lungs, it wasn’t quite what she craved. The potent taste of her brother’s semen.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her brother’s cock began to soften inside Applejack and her sister fell back onto Big Mac’s chest as his tip popped out of her and into the eager mouth of Apple Bloom. Her siblings began to make out, whispering some nonsense into each other’s ears but Apple Bloom ignored it and focused all her attention on the slippery rod before her, glad to finally have her brother’s cock all to herself without having to fight over it with her sister. She sucked on the tip hungrily, lapping up every morsel of cum that had stuck to it. She was even lucky enough to squeeze a few leftover droplets of her brother’s cum directly from his urethra. She gulped everything down happily and moved over to lick the rest of his cock, lapping up both her brother’s semen and her sister’s juices that remained on it. Even half-limp, Big Mac’s cock was nothing but an enormous rod of horseflesh and by the time Apple Bloom had wiped it clean with her tongue so that there was nothing but her saliva sparkling on it, her jaw began to ache. She’d gathered quite a load of her brother’s yummy cream in her tummy but the addictive taste of it only made her want more and she whined quietly when her brother would not give it to her.
Applejack must have noticed that hungry look in Apple Bloom’s eyes so she broke the kiss with Big Mac and slid awkwardly off him onto the bed on her back and propped herself up with her right hoof, her left hoof holding her bulging belly. She spread her hindlegs wide and put her hooves onto the edges of her pussy, forcing it apart. A stream of white surged from the pink interior, running down the bottom of her pussy and further down her perineum, flowing over her puffy butthole and congregating on her dock into a tiny white lake. “Help yourself, sugarcube,” Applejack said, her clit winking.
Not wasting a moment, Apple Bloom rushed between her sister’s hind legs and pressed her lips against Applejack’s dock. She began to suck her brother’s cum in, not paying much attention to her nose bumping into her sister’s tight butthole. After she’d done with her sister’s dock, she moved her muzzle up and began to trail her tongue over and over Applejack’s puffy anal ring until it glittered clean with her saliva. The pungent odor of a mare washed over Apple Bloom’s snout as she approached her sister’s pussy but it only strengthened her resolve and she dove in, stretching her tongue out. She lapped up everything her sister was kind to share with her, ignoring the pungent scent filling her lungs.
Applejack grabbed the back of Apple Bloom’s head and guided the filly deeper to the places with the most of Big Mac’s cum left that just happened to be the erogenous zones she enjoyed the stimulation of most. She gasped with pleasure as her little sister’s tongue hit an especially sensitive spot and she held her there, enjoying the bond between them. The only thing that could make this bond stronger was the cock of her brother ramming into her little sister from behind. She turned her head to Big Mac and let out a moan before speaking. “Are you going to breed our sister or not? Quit loafing and get to work. My foals aren’t enough to revive our farm.”
Big Mac stretched his limbs while lying on his back, then got to his hooves slowly. His cock was already coming back to life at the scene of his one sister slurping up his cum out of another. He watched Apple Bloom’s perky ass shake slightly as her little pussy winked feverishly, begging to be bred. How he was going to fit there he still had no idea.
Holding back the urge to mount his little sister right here and now, he figured it would be best to loosen her pussy up a bit first. He moved his muzzle to her dripping pussy and pushed the tip of his tongue into her tiny velvety folds. Apple Bloom gave a moan into Applejack’s tunnel as the slippery walls of her own pussy spread apart and latched tightly onto her brother’s tongue. She was so tight that Big Mac was forced to work with just the tip of his tongue, lashing at her outer lips and striking a few tender inches inside. At last, she allowed half of his tongue in and after another series of strokes Big Mac forced the whole thing in, rivulets of her juices leaking down his chin profusely.
Applejack moaned as Apple Bloom’s whimpers of pleasure vibrated inside her pussy. But she wanted to hear what her little sister sounded like while being impaled on her brother’s thick cock. “What are you waiting for?” Applejack whined. “Hurry up and fuck her already.”
“I’m working on it,” Big Mac mumbled, slurping another mouthful of Apple Bloom’s juices. He thrust his tongue out of his little sister and admired the result of his job. She was somewhat gaping after the rough session of tongue-fucking but not nearly enough to accommodate his girth. Well, he had done everything he could to make the penetration easier, Big Mac reckoned. The rest was up to her. If she was at least half as stretchy as the mares of Apple Family were, the fit wouldn’t have to be all that impossible.
He shuffled himself closer to Apple Bloom, ending up putting his hooves by both sides of Applejack, their faces mere inches from one another, Apple Bloom’s tiny frame dwarfed below by Big Mac’s huge bulk.
“Do it, big boy.” And Applejack closed the gap, biting Big Mac’s lower lip and forcing her tongue into his mouth, her grip around Apple Bloom’s head tightening.
Melting in Applejack’s kiss, Big Mac didn’t think long before thrusting his hips into Apple Bloom’s winking pussy below. With a squelching sound, the tip of his cock popped into his sister’s velvety tunnel but stopped short as it hit her cervix, denying the warm bone-crushing embrace to more than half of his length.
A sharp squeak escaped Applejack’s pussy where Apple Bloom had buried her muzzle deeply, followed by a gurgling sound as Applejack’s abundant juices caught in the little filly’s throat. Big Mac gritted his teeth at the incredible tightness surrounding the top part of his cock, the soft creases of Apple Bloom’s pussy almost digging into his flesh, squeezing his semen from him. The seed in his balls churned, ready to burst at the slightest movement of his hips and he had to repress the urge to begin ramming his cock all the way in and out of her to get rid of that unbearable sensation consuming his groin. Applejack’s passionate exploration of his mouth didn’t help matters either. But he managed to stay still inside Apple Bloom, giving her tight pussy time to relax and get used to the enormous girth spreading it apart.
Apple Bloom’s whole body shuddered around his cock, her rapid pulse resonating through his throbbing length. He could feel Apple Bloom’s chest rise and fall rapidly below him, no doubt trying to adjust to the sudden transformation of her body, the muscles of her previously tight narrow slit straining to be shaped into the perfect mold of Big Mac’s huge cock, with every one of his veins and ridges etched into it. She didn’t complain or tried to slide off his cock, though. She was a tough filly, he had to give her that. Even Applejack hadn’t been so stoic during her very first rutting, and his girth had been considerably less impressive at that time.
At last Apple Bloom’s shivers around his cock subsided, if only a little, and with that did the churning sensation in his balls. But at least he could start moving inside Apple Bloom without blowing his load immediately. He began to slowly pull out of her, her wet embrace so tight as to drag his sister’s ass along with his cock, her lips clutching at his flat tip desperately as he tried to pull out completely. Soon he gave up on the idea and instead just pushed back into the depths of Apple Bloom’s tunnel, earning a sweet moan from her.
He soon managed to drive as much as half of his whole length into his sister and found a steady pace of rutting her pussy. Not slow, but not fast either to not accidentally spill his foal batter before time. She was still the tightest hole he’d ever fucked but at least she had relaxed enough to allow both of them to enjoy each other.
“Fuck,” Big Mac groaned after an especially firm clutch of Apple Bloom’s walls around his cock, his speech distorted by Applejack’s tongue lashing over his palate. The churning sensation inside his balls was returning to him with renewed force. “Not sure I can make it inside her womb.”
“You have to,” Applejack moaned into his mouth. “It’s the only way to make sure you’ll impregnate her with lots of foals.” She caught Big Mac’s tongue with her own and interlaced them together, rubbing them against each other. She withdrew after a few long moments, panting. “We’re in no position to take any chances. She can handle it. She’s of Apples.” And Applejack pushed her tongue deep into Big Mac’s mouth, locking their lips and blocking any objections he could have.
Not that he had any objections, anyway. It was Apple Bloom’s decision to bear his foals and as her brother, it was his duty to fulfill his little sister’s wish and deliver as many foals as he could. He rammed his cock into Apple Bloom with the force of a wild beast during a breeding rampage, crushing Apple Bloom’s little frame into the bed and her muzzle as deep into Applejack’s snatch as it could go.
“Yes, right in that spot!” Applejack moaned in ecstasy as a gush after gush of her juices mixed with the remnants of Big Mac’s potent semen flooded into Apple Bloom’s maw. The filly gulped the cocktail her siblings had made for her with insatiable hunger, filling her tummy with it and preparing to be filled from behind as well, her whole body trembling as waves of pure rapture circulated through her, her womb burning with the need for hot stallion seed.
Big Mac couldn’t deny his little sister’s demand any longer and with another animalistic thrust, pushed himself through her impossibly tight cervix and into her womb, distorting the outline of her belly with the flat tip of his cock. He exploded the moment he bottomed out there, his tip flaring up to seal the entrance to her womb. Apple Bloom’s little belly inflated with every potent jet of Big Mac’s seed that landed there, sloshing audibly inside her with no way to escape the confines of her womb thanks to Big Mac’s broad tip plugging it completely. Apple Bloom’s pussy contracted hard along Big Mac’s length, all the way up to his medial ring. Her puffy lips were wrapped around it tightly, trying to suck him in further than it was physically possible. Her whole body had turned into a semen milking machine and Big Mac had no other choice but to give his little sister every last drop of his seed that he had in him until his balls shrunk to the size of a pair of dried apples.
With his balls completely drained and empty, Big Mac’s cock soon went flaccid inside Apple Bloom and he slipped out of her. His shaft dangled limply under his belly and streams of his sister’s orgasmic nectar flowed down its length, dripping in thick viscous droplets onto the bedsheets below. Big Mac plopped down onto his back and closed his eyes, his spent cock slowly returning back to its sheath. He was so exhausted by breeding his sisters and so devoid of bodily fluids he felt as if he had been plowing fields for the better part of a day and the notion that his working day hadn’t even started made his stomach clench in despair. Still, it is always better to spend your time doing the job than complaining about it, that was what his parents had taught him.
“I’d better go,” Big Mac grumbled. He made to stand up but Applejack’s hoof on his chest stopped him.
“We still have some time,” his sister murmured into his ear and slid to his left side to hug him tenderly. At his right side, Apple Bloom followed suit and wrapped her hooves around his foreleg, her bulging belly rubbing against it.
“Lots of plowing is still needed to be done,” Big Mac said, as diligent about his work as always.
“You’ve earned a little rest, big boy,” Applejack said. “Now that you have plowed our wombs me and Apple Bloom don’t have to deal with heat anymore so we can help you plow your fields. I wonder how big our family is going to be in eleven months, though.” She whistled musingly.
“Do you think there’s going to be more than one foal?” Apple Bloom asked as she shuffled herself closer to Big Mac and put her head on his chest, a big satisfied smile on her face.
“Of course I do,” Applejack said. “It’s Big Mac we’re talking about. I’m expecting no less than three foals growing in each of our bellies or he is not my brother.” She brushed her belly and gave him a peck on the cheek. “In any case, that’s just the first step to our family’s growth. Let’s show our foals what a close family we are.”
“Eeyup.” Big Mac smiled and pulled his sisters in a big hug. The fields could wait. There’s no point in work if you don’t have time to spend with your family. Good thing his sisters had reminded him of that.
