House of Horny Horses

Macintosh sniffed the top of his sister’s tail. Her sweet apple scent had a hot, intoxicating tinge to it today, like the taste of a shot of whiskey.

“Really?” he rumbled.

Applejack lay on Igneous and Cloudy’s bed facing away from him tail up and hind legs out straight behind, the posture brazenly inviting. Normally he wouldn’t hesitate to plow his sister’s field, morning, noon, or night. Morning, noon, and night, even on somepony else’s bed, and even with Apple Bloom and the Pie sisters playing board games in the next room. That Apple family ass, striated with muscle from kickin’ trees all day and layered with soft fat from apple pies, just begged to be fucked raw.

Except that Applejack was in an unseasonable winter heat and they hadn’t brought any condoms when they’d come to the Pie farm.

Applejack didn’t care. “Why don’t you put a foal in me? I always wanted to be a mom. And it’s not like my dating life is going anywhere. C’mon. It’ll be fun.”

“Won’t be fun to have an incest baby,” rumbled Macintosh.

“Aw, don’t be an old stick in the mud,” said Applejack. “We’ll tell it the father was a passing stranger. Mysterious and handsome. Nopony ever needs to know.” She flexed one buttock, and then the other. Mac watched the muscles bunch and unbunch in fascination. His cock, already so hard it hurt, twitched violently. He wanted his sister, needed to bury his cock between those fat cheeks. But he really shouldn’t. It was a bad idea.

“Tell me you don’t wanna be a daddy,” purred Applejack. Her pussy dripped with pungent mare goo, pooling up on Igneous and Cloudy’s sheets. Harmony damn it, they were gonna have to wash those now.

“Favorite uncle, you mean,” rumbled Macintosh. He would like a foal or two. They could help on the farm, carry on the family name, play hoofball with him, that kinda thing. But somehow the mares didn’t tend to stick around when they found out that you had a non-negotiable siblings-with-benefits thing going on on the side. Mighty unreasonable of them; had they even looked at Applejack’s ass?

Applejack groaned and buried her face in the straw-filled pillows, squashing the crown of her hat. “Oh, you can be whatever you want! Just put it in me! I need it!”

Macintosh shook his head. “No. You’re in heat. I gotta be the responsible one.”

Applejack looked over her shoulder at him. Her big green eyes narrowed seductively. “Tell you what. You eat my pussy. Once I’ve cum, I’ll be able to think more clearly, and I’ll see you gettin’ me pregnant is a bad idea, and we’ll go back to the living room and Marble can deal us into whatever crazy-ass boardgame she dragged out this time.”

Macintosh bit his lower lip. “But once you’ve cum, I’m gonna wanna cum.”

“You can fuck me up the ass. You can’t get my ass pregnant.” She straightened out her hind legs and lifted her sweet butt up to him. The cheeks squished up against his snout; ponut in front of his nose, silky orange pussy lips against his mouth. He scooted backward, the bed creaking under his weight.

“I can’t… it won’t… Do we even have any lube?”

“Nope.” She smiled smugly, and winked her pussy at him, showing him the glistening soft pinkness inside.

Macintosh leaned forward. He couldn’t stop himself; that apple whiskey smell was just too lush. He ran his tongue over his sister’s lips, scooping up apple goo and rolling it around in his mouth.

“That’s right… that’s right…” purred Applejack. “Just like that.”

Macintosh slurped his sister’s pussy from bottom to top and she squeaked happily. He nuzzled his huge blunt snout against the opening and lapped sweetly at her little double nub. The lick made her buck up off the bed so he grabbed her ass cheeks to hold her still. His hooves dug into her flesh and he tugged to either side, pulling her pussy wide open. He slid his tongue inside — even after fucking it a million times with his monster cock, her pussy was still a tight fit for his tongue. He wanted to pull his tongue out and jam his dick in, but no, getting one of your little sisters pregnant was a bad, bad idea. Stay strong Macintosh. Make your sister cum and help her clear her mind, and better be quick about it.

“You contemplatin’ the beauty of my foal shoot, there, big brother?” groaned Applejack. “Stop teasin’. That clit ain’t gonna lick itself.”

His sister’s coarse words sent a shiver down his spine. He pulled his tongue out of AJ’s pussy and back down to her nub. He licked it in circles, slow and firm, the way she liked. It pulsed, hot and hard under his touch.

“Oh, big brother… oooohhh sweet horny toads that feels good. Harder.”

Macintosh grinned, and grabbed his sister around the waist and pulled her into one of their favorite positions. He said up straight on his haunches. She wrapped her thick, iron-muscled thighs around his head. Her body hung straight down his with her snout at the level of his balls. A lot of times she’d impale her face on his cock when they were like this, but right now she contented herself with drooling all over his balls.

“Ain’t gonna suck itself,” muttered Macintosh between licks.

Applejack socked him in the thigh. “I thought I was gonna let you dry fuck my ass.” She sucked one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it against her tongue. Just the one ball filled almost all the space in there. It made both her cheeks bulge out like she was a chipmunk harvesting nuts.

“Harvesting nuts. Hehe.”

“What are you babbling about?” Applejack kicked him in the back of the head, and he went back to sucking. The big tendons in the backs of her thighs began to tense, just like they always did before she came. Her muscle-ribbed belly ground against the underside of his cock. Her little mouth felt warm against his balls. Normally he might try to draw out this sort of fun, but he needed to get her back quarters sorted so as to get those funny ideas about making a foal out of her front quarters. He ground her clit against her pubic bone. The fluffy fur around her pussy tickled the underside of his tongue. She twitched in his forelegs, and he groaned into her cunt. Harmony, he loved her so much. He’d tell her so, but his mouth was busy.

Applejack’s body grew more and more tense, her small but sturdy frame shaking hard against his. She moaned, her voice muffled by his ball in her mouth. He held her tight against his chest, breathing deep, inhaling her perfect scent. Her moans deepened to muffled shouts. Her legs kicked out straight, and a jet of mare goo squirted across his face.

He grinned. “Was it good for you?”

She slid off of him and balanced on her head with her ass in the air. “It was pretty gol dang incredible. But not as good as it’s gonna be when you dry anal pile driver me into oblivion.”

Macintosh stood on his hind legs and aimed his shaft down towards his sister’s butt. Pre drooled from his cock tip onto her snout; she licked it clean. “Dry anal’s damn agonizing. I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said.

Applejack smirked. “Oh, you ain’t gonna.” Suddenly her hind legs lashed out. Her hooved gripped his ass cheeks, and she pulled him forward, jamming his cock into her — not into her ass like she’s promised, but into her pussy!

“Gah! Ah!” screamed Macintosh, as his cock sank medial-ring deep into his sister’s glistening twat. “You tricked me!”

Her hind hooves dug into his ass cheeks, muscular legs flexing to pull him down into her. “You’re stronger’n me, big brother. If you don’t like it, pull out.”

Right. Pull out. He had to. For the good of ponykind, all he had to do was slide his cock out of his sister’s pussy before he came. Easy as pie, right? But his hips had a mind of their own. They bucked downwards, slamming himself deeper into her pussy, jamming her head and shoulders into the prickly straw mattress of the creaking bed. They were a tower of wicked, unnatural, joyous pony flesh, Applejack standing on her head while he plowed her fertile crescent.

“Feels… feels so good. Too good to stop,” he rumbled, craning his neck to look over his cider gut at where his cock was going into her. His fat shaft, as thick as one of her hooves, strained her pussy lips into a glorious O shape, glossy orange flesh glowing pink from being so roughly distended.

“Then don’t stop,” moaned Applejack. “I want you. I want your foal in me.”

Pearls of sweat trickled down Macintosh’s forehead. He was going to cum soon. He had to pull out. Had to. But he just couldn’t stop! She felt so soft and tight around him, silky flesh walls cradling him. He pulled back, and Applejack’s thighs tightened around his hips, pulling him down into her until his cock head slammed against her foal hatch. His balls boiled, threatening to spill over into her at any second. But he could still pull out. It wasn’t too late. Come on, just one more thrust, then he’d pull out. Cum all over her ponut; it’d be hot.

“I love you, big brother,” whimpered Applejack.

Macintosh’s eyes snapped wide open. On no. That’d done it.

His lower belly exploded with white-hot ecstasy, while his cock exploded with white, hot stallion sauce. He felt every pulse as it rippled through his fat tube and into Applejack’s punishingly tight cunt. He filled her to bursting on the first shot, but his balls just kept pumping. Seed welled up over the edges of her pussy lips and trickled down her belly onto the huge grin that split her face.

“Hello, baby daddy,” she purred, eyes dancing.

“It don’t always take,” he said, gingerly pulling out of her. It always felt so great going in, but afterward, his junk felt so hyper-sensitive that it hurt to be inside of her.

“Hey, guys!” said Pinkie Pie, sticking her head through the door of the bedroom.

Macintosh hit the ceiling and stayed there, clinging to the rafters. Applejack stayed put, big cummy grin on her face, still upside down on the bed, dripping with/full of his spunk. “Hey cuz!”

“Sorry to bother you, but: it’s snowing! Big fluffy flakes! Wanna come see?” said Pinkie, like it was perfectly normal to walk in on brother-sister incest.

“This… this ain’t what it looks like,” said Macintosh.

Applejack rolled over and pulled her hat off so she could lick some cum off the brim. “It’s exactly what it looks like.”

Pinkie rolled her eyes. “Yeah. We knew anyway. We heard you in the living room. I think ponies heard you in the next county.” She narrowed her eyes. “Heeeey, can I have some of that cum?”

“Ask Macintosh,” said Applejack. “It’s his goo.”

“C-c-cousin!” he stammered.

“Oh silly,” Pinkie waved a hoof at him. “Incest is nothing to be ashamed of. But. More importantly: it’s snowing out!. C’mon!”

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Macintosh stood knee-deep in fluffy fresh snow, green scarf around his neck, ruminating as his sisters and cousins frolicked. Every once in awhile a snowball would smack into his body. He ignored this. An idea was forming in his noggin; the process took a while, and he didn’t want to interrupt it.

Not an idea. More of a realization.

The realization he’d been set up.

So. Igneous and Cloudy had gone away for a week, allegedly to visit an ailing relative in Zebraica. For some reason the rock farm needed to be fully staffed in the middle of winter, so he and AJ and Apple Bloom had come down to help. Okay. He hadn’t questioned that. Questioning things wasn’t his forte. So now he was here, with his four young-but-single-and-not-getting-any-younger female cousins. All of whom were in heat — he’d allowed himself a discrete sniff of every butt in the house while they were getting their winter things on, and he was sure of it. As was freshly cutie-marked and barely legal little Apple Bloom. Winter heat in one pony was a very rare occurrence. In a whole houseful of mares? It boggled the mind. Unless they’d all taken fertility potions.

Granny Smith often made comments that she’d like to see the next generation of Apples get started before she passed on. And Macintosh’d bet his right nut the Pie parents were getting desperate for grandfoals as well. So desperate that maybe it didn’t matter to them who sired those foals. If they’d heard that Macintosh could cum buckets several times a day, every day… which Applejack could’ve told them…

His eyes grew wide. It was a conspiracy. These mares wanted him to get all of them pregnant! Damn, they could’ve just asked.

A snowball whacked him in the nose.

“Come on, big brother!” said Apple Bloom, packing another snowball together with her hooves. “Play with us!”

Macintosh sighed. He guessed he was going to.

All week long.

He couldn’t say he wasn’t looking forward to it.

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“Eat your damn quinoa,” growled Limestone. “You’re going to need all the protein you can get.”

Macintosh sniffed at his bowl. He liked quinoa fine if it was cooked it right, but this was made Pie family style — plain as folk and bland as glue. Who’d made this crap? Why wasn’t Pinkie doing the cooking? “You all aren’t going to be at all subtle about this, are you?”

Limestone glared at him. “We don’t need to be subtle, with six hooves of snow on the ground. You just try and make it to the train station.”

"Lime, don't be cruel," said Maud. "He doesn't have to play if he doesn't want to."

This snowstorm was very convenient for them, wasn’t it? It was almost as if they knew somepony with contacts in the Equestrian Weather Service. How deep did this conspiracy go?

Across the table from him, Marble rolled her empty bowl onto its edge and licked the rim in what Mac guessed was supposed to be a salacious gesture. Instead, it just looked like she had terrible table manners. Pinkie and Maud sat to either side of her, Pinkie grinning and Maud impassive, as he would expect.

His cock twitched under the table. Bad cock. He shouldn’t be into this. Sure, he was terrified for his life — but only from sexual exhaustion. He was so used to banging his sister that knocking up distant cousins seemed like transgressive sexuality light. He wouldn’t even mind if he had to take care of the foals. He could always use more help on the farm. There was only one thing that bothered him.

“Apple Bloom?”

“Yeah, Big Brother?” She looked up from shoveling her second helping of quinoa into her face.

“Ain’t you a little young to get pregnant?”

“Oh, don’t worry about me. Twilight put me on so many birth control spells she says I could cause spontaneous abortions.” She bent down and tucked back into her quinoa.

“Please don’t,” muttered Limestone.

Macintosh blinked. Twilight. Damn. The conspiracy went all the way to the top.

“Oh, I’m sure she was just exaggeratin’,” said Apple Bloom, wiping quinoa off her chin. She tilted her head to one side. “At least… I think she was?”

Macintosh’s heart felt like it was going to pound its way out of his chest. Was it because he was concerned for his newly adult little sister’s alleged innocence? Or because he wanted to bang the living daylights out of his newly adult little sister? Or both. “Then what are you here for?”

“Oh, just to help out. Washing, cleaning, cooking, fetching water and potions, fluffing, just keeping you all happy and making ponies until this snow clears.”

Macintosh narrowed his eyes. “Fluffing? Fluffing pillows?”

Apple Bloom grinned and blushed. “No. Fluffing you. I know we ain’t never been together, but… you know, I’d like to.”

Macintosh’s throat felt dry. The blood drained from his head, all of it going to his other head.

Apple Bloom misinterpreted his silence and waved her hooves in front of herself. “I mean, if you don’t wanna, I understand. I can just walk around being young and sexy and keeping you hydrated if that’s what you need to stay hard. And we’ve got plenty of potions if you start to run dry!”

“Of course I want to,” said Macintosh. “Just didn’t think you wanted to. I’m almost old enough to be your dad.”

Apple Bloom put her head on her hooves and smiled a slow sweet smile at him. “So you want me to call you daddy?”

The table went crazy. Applejack laughed fit to bust a gut. Limestone cackled cruelly. Pinkie cheered. Marble smirked. Maud nodded slightly.

“You wanna help me demonstrate Macintosh for our cousins, Little Sister?” said Applejack, wiping her eyes.

Apple Bloom pushed her chair out, hopped onto the table, and cantered over to worm her way into Macintosh’s lap between his cider gut and his cock. Macintosh’s eyes bulged almost out of his head. Her tummy and chest and thighs felt so soft against him that he felt like he could pop right there. He gritted his teeth; he didn’t want to cum early and embarrass himself in front of his family.

“Would I!” she said, looking at the massive dark mauve shaft poking out between her trim young thighs. Sweet mother of the night it was longer than her torso. “What do I do?”

Applejack rolled her eyes. “Well, first get out in the middle of the floor where everypony can see you. You too, Macintosh.”

Apple Bloom bounced off the table, jumped to the middle of the floor, and skidded around in a circle so she was sitting on her haunches facing all of them sideways. Macintosh got up from the table and followed her. Applejack smacked him on the haunch tight behind the cutie mark. “You see this, ladies? This is Macintosh’s cutie mark. Do any of you ladies know what this symbolizes?”

Pinkie waved her hoof in the air. “Oh! Oh! I know! I know! Pick me!”

“All right, Pinkie what do you think?”

“That he’s good at growing apples!”

Applejack smirked. “That’s the family-friendly version. And it’s true, after a manner of speaking. See how this big apple is cut in half, so you can see the seeds inside?” She stroked his ass down the line of the main muscle and caressed his balls. His tail flagged up instinctively. “The seeds are his cum. My brother here’s a breeding stud. A natural father. A dairy cow of dick juice.”

Limestone crossed her forelegs over her chest, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes. “Yeah, we all know what to do with a stallion.”

“Be quiet, Lime. I want to watch this,” said Maud, leaning forward, head in her forehooves. Marble nodded fiercely in agreement.

“But if yall wanna get the most cum out of him,” said Applejack, “you can’t just flop down and spread your legs. Macintosh ain’t like other stallions. He’s sensetive.”

Macintosh flicked his tail irritably. “I am so like other stallions.”

“Shut up and kiss your little sister.”

Macintosh sighed, blew his hair our of his eyes, and looked down at Apple Bloom, who was staring up at him with stars in her eyes. He smiled down at her and brushed his lips against hers. Their breath mingled. He brushed her lips with his tongue, and she opened her trembling young mouth for him. He caressed the inside from tongue-tip to tonsils, feeling her blissful sighs reverberate through her jawbone. She raised both forehooves to his cheeks, and he put one hoof on hers, holding her there.

“Oh, it’s so cute and romantic!” gasped Pinkie.

“They love each other so much,” said Maud.

Limestone made gagging noises.

Applejack rubbed Macintosh’s balls affectionately like she was tousling Winona’s headfur. “Now like I said: he’s a sensitive soul. You gotta take your time. No rushing him. But since this is just a demonstration — Apple Bloom! Get under your brother!”

“Yes, sis!” Apple Bloom broke the kiss so quickly Macintosh kept kissing empty air for a second and a half before he opened his eyes to see where she was. Where she was, was wrapping her lips around his cock. He dropped his head down between his forelegs, trying to get a look at what was going on down there, but all he could see was the back half of his little sister sticking out from between his forelegs. Unsure what else to do, he licked back and forth across the top of her croup. Ass muscles stood in sharp definition under her fine-furred yellow coat; he traced the outlines with his tongue.

“Being a red-blooded, all-Equestrian male, there’s nothing Macintosh loves than a good blowjob.” Applejack ran her hooves up and down the part of his cock that wasn’t in Apple Bloom’s mouth — which was almost all of it. Apple Bloom getting even that much in her face was a miracle given her lack of experience. But then, how experienced was she? She sure didn’t act like this was her first rodeo.

“I know suckin’ something as big as him is a challenge,” said Applejack, “but I want you to know that licking it and rubbing your face against it is fine. The point is to get him riled up, not to make him pitch his pudding in the wrong hole.”

Pinkie raised a hoof. “Wait. You can’t get pregnant from giving a blowjob?”

Applejack blinked. “Are you shitting me?”

“No, I mean, like, his stuff all goes to your tummy anyway, right?” Pinkie rubbed her belly, looking genuinely confused. Her sisters stared at her in bewildered shock.

Applejack frowned. “Pinkie Pie, what’s the capital of Yakyakistan?”

“Kabull!”

“And what’s the square root of 987?”

“That’s easy! It’s 31.416556144…”

“But you don’t know how sex works?”

“But I do!” Pinkie twirled her hooves around each other. “The boy puts his dinky winkie in the girl’s holsey wolsely, and he ejaculates, and the sperm travels through the cervix to the uterus, where conception occurs when…”

“Does your mouth connect to your uterus?”

Pinkie Pie opened her mouth. Then she closed it again. Light dawned behind her eyes. “Ooohhh! Wait, you’re right. So that’s what I’ve been doing wrong! Sorry, I got all turned around. Pony insides are confusing.”

Macintosh ignored all of this nonsense and nuzzled Apple Bloom’s tail aside. Her soft little ponut rested beneath it, puckered and rounded and clean and pure. He licked its outside. Apple Bloom trembled. He felt her ass muscles clenching and straining as she struggled to push her face further down his cock. Tried and succeeded! Her tight, silky mouth gave way to her even tighter, silkier throat. Macintosh shook with happiness at the feeling of his littlest sister’s body opening for him, bending her will to the almost impossible task of getting him inside her. He could get at her ponut better now; resting his jaw on her croup, he pushed his tongue against the pucker.

“Apple Bloom’s a champ, though,” said Applejack. “She looks like she’s gonna go for the whole thing. Don’t try too hard, little sister! You get that thing all the way in and it’ll be coming out your ass.”

Inexorably, Apple Bloom moved forward. Macintosh wished that he could see her impaling her face on his cock. Not that he wasn’t worried about his sister’s safety. But… Applejack would keep an eye on her, right? He put the thought aside and licked his way down Apple Bloom’s taint to her plump little pussy. Her ass cheeks were rock hard, almost pure apple-bucking muscle, but her coat was like velvet. He rubbed his cheeks against them while he licked, playing in her sweet mare goo with his tongue.

Applejack scrambled up on Macintosh’s back and hung over his side so she could point at whatever Apple Bloom was doing down there. Apple Bloom’s blowjob felt… so incredible. Her deep throat technique was flawless!

“Now you’ll see, Apple Bloom’s deep throat technique is flawless. Note how loose she keeps her jaw. She’s letting her throat do the work. But. I think she’s making a mistake. See…”

Macintosh wished Applejack would just shut up and let him enjoy this. Apple Bloom’s lips rested on his medial ring. Her throat flexed around him, milking him hard. The hot silkiness around his cock made him want to blow his load right into her tummy. He could get away with that, right? He wasn’t trying to get Apple Bloom pregnant. He started to rock his hips, making his little sister gurgle. His tongue found her hot nubbin, which made her shake. The shaking and the gurgling made him thrust and lick harder.

“Whoa, whoa, easy you two!” yelped Applejack. Macintosh’s thrusting motion rocked her back and forth on his back. Holding her hat in place with one hoof, mane flying, she swung down around his neck and grabbed Apple Bloom by the hips, tugging her off of his cock.

“Hey! That ain’t fair!” said Macintosh, grabbing for Applejack, but getting only her hat. “I was almost there!”

Apple Bloom’s lips popped off his flare. “It’s not fair! He was almost there!” She stomped her hips, body a-shiver with sexual frustration.

Applejack yanked her hat off of Macintosh’s hoof. “That’s not the point. We’re here to make foals, not have fun!”

MacIntosh thought she was being unreasonable, but Apple Bloom turned around and put her face on the floor and her ass in the air. Her pussy winked wide open for him. “Please, daddy?”

He charged her, slamming his flare against his little sister’s pussy. It bounced off, and both brother and sister roared with frustration. Applejack grabbed him by the shaft and helped guide him inside. Apple Bloom’s pussy enveloped him, hot and slick and so wet it squirted on the floor when his probing cock displaced the fluids. He drove himself in up to the medial rig in two thrusts, then kept pounding away, squashing Apple Bloom’s womb flat, gradually hammering it deeper into her body.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” said Applejack.”Fuck her hard! Show these mares how you’re gonna make a baby in ‘em.”

“Daddy, daddy, I wanna cum!” whimpered Apple Bloom, as his thrusting pushed her pretty face back and forth across the rough hardwood floor. “Make me cum!”

Applejack slid the soft frog of her hoof down the belly of Macintosh’s cock and pushed the tip of her hoof wall against Apple Bloom’s clit. The extra stimulation broke Apple Bloom. “Mommy! Daddy!” she squeaked. Her eyes rolled up into her skull. Her tongue lolled out, splashing drool. Her pussy clamped down on him so hard it almost pushed him out.

“Mother of… FUCK!” roared Macintosh, jamming his cock against his little sister’s womb hatch. His cum sprayed inside of her, quickly filling her pussy and her womb and then squirting out around the lips of her pussy because there was nowhere else for it to go. His legs trembled. His eyes rolled up into his head. He drooled right on Apple Bloom’s bow. He felt like everything from his belly button back had just… exploded, and transformed itself into cum.

It might have. He really couldn’t feel anything back there.

“Now that is what I’m talking about,” said Applejack, drawing her hooves away from Apple Bloom’s pussy dripping white. “White gold, ladies. Your ticket to foaltown. Why don’t you all come down here and have a sniff? Rub some in your pussies, if you want. It’s nice and fresh, and you never know which load that one lucky sperm is gonna come from.”

“Ah! Ah!” said Apple Bloom. “That felt so good!”

“Eyup,” rumbled Macintosh. His dick was too sensitive to move right now, and the prospect of trying to wriggle it out of Apple Bloom’s tiny pussy made him want to wait and enjoy the afterglow a little more. As much afterglow as they were allowed to have, anyway. Three of the four Pie sisters descended on them like cute harpies on a jizz buffet, sniffing and stroking and licking up his stallion sauce. Maud lay on her back under him, coverall up over her tummy, and Marble and Pinkie rub jizz into her pussy.

“There’s not enough,” said Maud. “Most of it is inside her. Pull her off of him.”

He yelped as everypony roughly pulled him and his littlest sister apart. His cum came pouring out of Apple Bloom’s pussy, flooding onto the floor before greedy Pie sister hooves poked in the stream to let it puddle up in their frogs. They passed it to one another, shoving it up between thighs, rubbing it into their cunts. Drips splattered all over their lower bodies.

Apple Bloom crawled out of the melee as soon as she could get away, and bounced over to where Macintosh sat, watching the show.

“It’s gonna be an interesting week, isn’t it, big brother?” she said, nestling against his side.

“Eyup.”