Apple Bloom and Babs returned home at sunset, a short while after Big Mac and the Orange's conversation. That earned them a light scolding from Big Mac for cutting it close with their agreed return time.

They didn't come back empty handed. They had purchased new outfits for the banquet with the bits they were given, per secret instruction of their aunt. They didn't show them off though, not even to each other, wishing to save them as surprise.

The next day, Citrus took her nieces to the spa, and Sliced took Big Mac to a special grooming salon, in preparation for the Family Banquet. They returned home about the same time and split off to get dressed, the two youngest using the bedroom and a bathroom to continue hiding their attire. Sliced took the opportunity to have Big Mac sign the necessary form, which Citrus already had.

Big Mac and Sliced came down first and waited at the foot of the stairs, both wearing fairly traditional tuxedoes that made them look dapper. Sliced looked handsome and very formal, well fit for a banquet.

Big Mac however looked downright gorgeous, the suit not doing much to hide his large frame. And while his mane was combed to be neater and trimmed, it was still about the same, but in a very good way.

It made him stand out as a pony who wasn't the formal type, despite how good he looked that way, and one any mare would love to get a look at without the suit.

"I'm pretty sure I should be worried about my wife falling for you, but I'm actually more concerned she'll have some competition at the banquet" Sliced said in slight amusement.

"Don't worry, Uncle. I'll do my best not to be distracted from her."

"Well, I'm not saying you can't talk to some mares, in fact it's probably a good idea so nopony gets suspicious. But yes, keep your eyes on the true prize for tonight."

"You wouldn't be referring to little old me, would you?"

Big Mac and Sliced turned around to see Citrus gradually coming down the steps. The former's jaw practically plunged into the wine cellar, and his eyes threatened to pop out, while the latter simply looked at him in amusement, having already seen her.

Citrus was wearing a backless, pear green dress, a strap around her neck holding up the pieces of fabric doing just a bit more than the bare minimum to hide her breasts. The bottom had slits on the sides, giving her legs more freedom, and they were high enough to nearly reveal whether she was wearing underwear or not. Big Mac mostly hoped that she was.

"My, what handsome stallions awaiting me" Citrus said as she got closer to the bottom, snapping Big Mac out of his stupor. "Is this my living room, or the set of a portrait shoot?

"So, Big Mac. What do you think?" she asked with a flutter of her eyelashes as she stopped descending, put a hand on her hip, and displayed some leg, most of her cutie mark showing.

Big Mac took a moment to get a look at the rest of her. Her hair was in its usual bee hive style, but with an added jeweled tiara that matched her still present necklace. Heels the same color as her dress adorned her hooves, having the desired effect of highlighting her legs. She went surprisingly sparse with her make up, only some light blush and lip gloss. She also wore earrings consisting of three jewels, their colors also matching her necklace.

"Wow, Aunt Citrus" Big Mac replied in wonder. "You sure do make that dress look pretty."

"Oh! Oh ho ho ho!" Citrus laughed in surprise. "Big Mac! I thought you farmed apples, not corn!" she guffawed as she descended the last of the stairs.

"He's not wrong, though, darling. You definitely compliment the dress more than it does you" Sliced said as he approached his wife and placed a hand on the small of her back and took one of hers with the other.

"Why thank you, dear" she replied before sharing a brief kiss with him. "And thank you too, Big Mac" she said as she approached her nephew. "It was incredibly corny, but still very appreciated." She raised herself on her hooves slightly and kissed him on the cheek.

Babs came down before Apple Bloom, wearing something unconventional and not what her aunt had in mind. A burgundy suit with a red shirt, which admittedly looked good on her. She acquiesced to tying her bow tie when Citrus nearly had a heart attack seeing it undone. And if it weren't for the fact that shoes weren't mandatory, Citrus would've been aghast seeing that she was going bare hoof.

"I'm ready" Apple Bloom announced from atop the stares, drawing her family's attention. She had gotten herself a beautiful, flowing red dress, and matching dress shoes. Both her and Babs went speechless and wide eyed upon seeing each other.

"Wow, cuz. You sure do make that dress look pretty."

Citrus snorted and covered her mouth to keep from exploding into laughter. Her nieces were too distracted by each other to notice.

"Th-Thanks, Babs" Apple Bloom said, a bashful blushing mess, brushing her hair behind her ear and fidgeting on her hooves. "You look really good in that suit."

"I know" Babs replied smugly.

"You two look so beautiful!" Citrus gushed. "You're sure to be asked to dance by more than a few young stallions or mares."

"I'd be fine being asked by just one" Babs said with a quick shift of her eyes towards Apple Bloom.

"Me too" Apple Bloom agreed, stealing a quick glance at her cousin.

"Well, we don't want to keep them waiting, do we? To the banquet, everypony!" Sliced announced dramatically as he walked to the door. The butler and maid quickly entered from the kitchen and walked to the doors to open them and bid the Oranges and Apples farewell. Sliced informed them that they had the rest of the night off and simply needed to lock up.

They proceeded to the banquet in a fancy service cart. It needed only to be longer to be considered a limo. On the way, Babs asked something that had slipped her and her cousin's' minds, why it was called the Family Banquet.

Sliced explained them that it was so called because attendants were to bring their family, and encouraged to bring their extended family. No pony younger than sixteen though.

“It’s really about family coming together for some fun.”

The Oranges and Apples arrived at the event mansion and found their way into the familiar ballroom, which was filled with many ponies and now had food and a classical quartet. Many eyes were drawn to them, mostly due to Citrus's dress, Babs's suit, and Big Mac. He mostly attracted the gaze of the mares.

The two youngest went to mingle with their age group, and Citrus and Sliced talked and introduced Big Mac to their friends and acquaintances. A few struck up conversations with him upon hearing he worked on an apple farm.

He got the contact info of a stallion who co-owned a supermarket chain, a mare who was helping her daughter set up a bakery, and another mare who worked in the Manehattan parks department who voiced an interest in planting some apple trees.

Judging from the multiple, hand written Xs on her card, and the wink she shot him, he strongly suspected she was interested in him planting something else as well.

As the banquet went on, Big Mac continued conversing with other ponies, mostly about business, and collected some more numbers, mostly from mares. Some only gave him this after he agreed to a dance, during which they got a bit handsy, which he didn't object to. He made sure to make eye contact with his aunt and uncle and reassure them with a gesture.

At one point, Apple Bloom had to hold Babs back from punching a young stallion who'd said something insulting. The fury in the young city mare's eyes and the cracking of her knuckles was enough to make him retreat. Big Mac was relieved to see that his aunt and uncle, and the stallion's parents, were more amused than bothered about this.

Well into the banquet, it was announced that everypony was to find a partner for a slow dance. Citrus quickly found Big Mac and hugged one of his arms as he was set upon by numerous mares. "Sorry ladies, plenty of you got to dance with him already. It's my turn" she said triumphantly, making most of the mares groan in despair.

Citrus practically dragged Big Mac onto the dance floor and placed his hand on her waist, holding the other in her own. Big Mac was going to ask about his uncle, until he saw that Sliced had found himself another mare to dance with as well, one of his and Citrus's friends. He also caught sight of Apple Bloom and Babs reluctantly agreeing to dance with a young stallion and a young mare, respectively.

He also noticed more than a few dance pairs seemed to be paired up with their own family members, at least he assumed so from their similar colors or having overheard that they were.

"Hey. Your dance partner's right here, big boy" Citrus said, getting Big Mac's attention.

"Sorry about that, Aunt Citrus. I'll keep my eyes on you for the rest of the dance."

"I hope it's a long dance, then" she replied flirtatiously with half lidded eyes.

As they stepped and swayed on the dance floor, Big Mac started to find himself entranced by his aunt. Despite how minimal it was, her makeup still accentuated her beauty. Her smile, her eyes that seemed to sparkle, her cheeks a light red like that of a fuji. He was sure she hadn't applied as much blush as she seemed to have at the moment.

"You know how to dance very well, Big Mac."

"Granny made sure of that. We farm ponies don't just learn the square dancing, you know?"

"A good thing she did. I'm sure a stallion your size would scare mares away if he stepped on their hooves while dancing."

"Good thing I learned to stop doing that before my growth spurt." Big Mac and Citrus shared a light laugh at his comment, sighing into a comfortable silence.

They eventually slowed down, and Citrus was pressing herself against Big Mac much more than when they started. He didn't object. And she didn't object to his hand briefly brushing the top of her ass. They started to lean in slowly.

"Kiss her!"

The two pulled away in alarm and started looking for who had said that. To their relief, and amusement, they saw that this was actually directed at Apple Bloom and Babs, who had managed to make their way to each other for a dance. Babs had Apple Bloom in a dip, and they were both very alarmed and blushing like crazy.

"She's my cousin!" Apple Bloom called back.

"Same" numerous ponies in dance pairs replied collectively, though they meant second cousin and beyond. And they assumed Apple Bloom did as well.

Big Mac now strongly suspected that his uncle’s explanation of the nature of the banquet was a very simplified version.

"Oh, what the hell?" Babs said before leaning down and kissing Apple Bloom, whose eyes went wide in surprise at the action. She soon closed her eyes and returned the kiss. Most everypony was applauding and whistling.

"Alright ya pervs, get back to your own dances" Babs called out once she broke the kiss and pulled Apple Bloom up.

"They might as well be wearing shirts that point to each other and say 'I'm in love with my cousin'" Citrus joked.

"Hehe, eeyup" Big Mac chuckled.

"Thank you for the dance, Big Mac. It was magical. I think I could use some punch right now. The strong kind" she said before making her way to the punch bowl the older ponies were frequenting.

Big Mac meanwhile was roped into a few more dances with some more mares, including a shy teenager he was happy to give a dance to. She thanked him and squealed as she ran to go tell her friends. A short while later, his uncle approached him.

"Big Mac, there you are. Say, it's getting a little late and your aunt is feeling a little...tipsy. Would you mind taking her back home before she has more to drink and starts to care less about embarrassing herself?" Sliced gave his nephew a quick wink.

"Sure thing, Uncle Sliced. But are you sure you don't mind staying behind to watch Apple Bloom and Babs?" Big Mac asked, continuing the facade of a normal conversation, and making sure his sister and cousin would still be supervised.

"Not at all. Besides, I doubt they'll be much trouble. You go on ahead with your aunt."

Big Mac found Citrus speaking with some friends, purposefully slurring a few words. "Oop, looksss like my eshcort is here to take me home, girls. I'll see you at the next event. Don't hic don't make a move on my husband."

"It's not your husband we'd want to make a move on, Cit" one of her friends said before shooting Big Mac a wink.

"Well, too bad. He'sss taken. Come on, Mac. I wanna lay down." Citrus made a show of clinging to her nephew, pretending to lightly trip a few times.

Once they got in the service cart, Citrus dropped the act. "Ugh, I really can't wait to get home and rest" she said as she removed her heels. "Among other things" she said towards Big Mac with a wink.

They arrived at the Orange house shortly after and the service cart went on its way back to the event mansion. Citrus opened her handbag and fished for keys.

“Oops, clumsy me" she said as her keys seemed to slip from her hand after being pulled out of the bag. She leaned down to pick them up and her tail flagged, practically presenting her ass to Big Mac.

While it was a nice view, he couldn't help but chuckle. "Subtle."

"Here we go" she said as she stood back up, ignoring her nephew's remark. She unlocked the door and they stepped inside. Big Mac closed the door behind him, when he suddenly heard the clattering of heels on the ground. He turned around to see his aunt looking at him like he was her next meal.

"Kiss me, big boy." She then lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and smashing her lips against his with a enthusiastic hum. "Mm."

His aunt's lunge made Big Mac step back in surprise, his back hitting the door. He took a moment to process that he was actually kissing his aunt, and then closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around her and returning the kiss.

He was reminded of when she kissed him two nights ago. It was so brief, just a little taste, and he had so many thoughts in his head that he never thought about whether he wanted more.

Now, feeling how smooth and soft her lips were, and how tasty her fruity lip gloss was, he didn't have to think about it. He wanted as much as he could get.

He moved a hand to the back of her head to push her in a bit, deepening the kiss. She didn't object. And her tongue beat his in probing lips, asking for permission to enter. He gladly opened up.

She began eagerly playing with his tongue like a teenager, moaning into the kiss. "Mm. Mm. Mm!" Then he started playing back, and she backed off. My goodness! His tongue is so strong. But he's not being forceful. It's like a massage. A really good massage.

Citrus started to melt in Big Mac's arms, feeling at ease with how he held her and how his tongue treated hers. Her eager, lustful moans became soft and timid. "Mm. mm. mmmm."

They both broke the kiss to get some much needed air. They panted while staring into each other's eyes. "Wow" Citrus said breathlessly. "You're a really good kisser."

"You're a really tasty kisser" Big Mac replied with a confident smile.

"Big Mac!" Citrus exclaimed as if he had said something incredibly scandalous yet immensely flattering at the same time. "You sweet talker, you.

“You may have noticed my legs are a bit tired after the banquet. Would you carry me up to bed?" she asked with a flutter of her eyelashes and an implicit tone.

"Eeyup."

Big Mac stood up straight, having leaned forward when his aunt melted in his grasp. It was then Citrus realized that what she had been leaning into when she did wasn't one of his legs. Was I actually a little sleepy that night? I don't remember it being that big!

“Whoah!" she exclaimed when her nephew literally swept her off her hooves into a bridal carry. If she wasn't noticeably blushing after her realization, she definitely was now.

She stared up at her handsome nephew's face as he carried her up the stairs, still dressed in his suit, the dimmed lights of the house giving him an almost ethereal glow. She laid her head on his chest and listened to his deep, strong heartbeat. She felt like it was her honeymoon night again. She took the time to remove her jewelry and place it in her purse.

He brought her into her room, approached her and her husband's queen size bed, and started leaning down to lay her on it. And she smirked mischeviously. She joined her hands behind his head and jerked herself out his grasp, sending both of them onto the bed.

"Oh!"

"Whoop!"

"Hehe, lose your grip there?" she asked jokingly as she looked up at Big Mac, who had caught himself with his hands and was hovering above her.

"I guess I did. Sorry about that, Aunt Citrus."

"Well, I'm not complaining" she replied as she tossed her purse onto the nightstand and she wrapped her arms around his neck, having let go after hitting the bed. "And do me a favor. For the moment, call me Aunty Citrus." With that sultry remark, she pulled Big Mac down to start kissing him again. He quickly reciprocated.

As they kissed, she started unbuttoning his tux, helping him to pull it off. Once it was, he broke away to get up on his knees and take off his shirt. Citrus's eyes nearly bulged out of her head when she saw just how much of an Adonis her nephew was. His muscles were so big and well defined, she wanted to take a nap in his arms. She had already seen them, but they were much better as part of an ensemble. And his abs. Sweet Celestia, I think I could cum just from grinding on those things!

"You're staring, Aunty Citrus" Big Mac teased as he put his hands on his hips and purposely flexed.

Citrus felt her pussy wink and become significantly wetter. And she decided to give him a reason to stare back. She reached up, undid the knot on her neck strap, and pulled down the pieces of fabric covering her bare breasts.

"Look who's talking" Citrus teased back with a smirk as she hefted her D sized breasts.

Big Mac's eyes were wide and his dick was threatening to rip through his pants. He had always imagined what his aunt's breasts would look like in his fantasies and dreams. Those mental images were put to shame by the real deal he now saw before him. They were perfectly round, perky, areolas the size of pasties, and erect nipples that made his mouth water. Only a few age lines that actually made them more appealing. It showed they were real.

"Aunty Orange, you're beautiful."

"Thank you, Big Mac. Would you like a touch?" He nodded eagerly. "Well go ahead" Citrus said as she placed her hands under her head and wiggled herself a bit, making her breasts jiggle. "Just be gentle."

"Of course." Big Mac slowly, gently placed his hands on her breasts and rubbed them, feeling how soft they were. He hadn't walked on clouds that much, but to his recollection, they were nowhere near as soft as his aunt's breasts. He wanted to lay his head on them and surely have the best sleep of his life. But now wasn't the time for sleeping.

"Mm" Citrus hummed, closing her eyes as Big Mac's hands explored her tits, feeling them, rubbing them, giving them a light squeeze. His hands had a bit of a rough texture, no doubt from all that farm work, but not rough enough to be uncomfortable. In fact, it gave her a pleasant tingle. "That feels good."

Big Mac started kissing her again when he started to thumb her nipples. She was so distracted by the pleasant feeling that she wasn't surprised by it.

It didn't last long, as he started kissing her neck and worked his way down to her breasts. Her breath hitched when he kissed one of them. She chuckled pleasantly as he planted kisses all over her tits.

She gasped deeply whe he captured a nipple in his lips and gave it a gentle suck. "Ooh, keep doing that, please" she requested as she placed a hand on his head, caressing it. He obliged her and continued sucking, switching between the two, while also pausing to give them a brief, flicking lick. "Oh, Big Mac. That feels so nice" she moaned appreciatively.

She felt him draw away, which saddened her until she heard him unzipping and pulling down his pants. She then felt him dig his fingers into the top of her dress.

"Mind if I...?"

"Please" she replied, wiggling in anticipation as he pulled her dress off, her tail reflexively covering her bare marehood. She opened her eyes and felt touched when she saw him courteously lay it on a nearby chair. Then her eyes widened when he turned around and she saw his stallionhood standing at attention. It looked nearly as long and thick as her arm. Her tail instantly went limp, exposing herself fully.

"Ooh hoo!" she exclaimed when he pulled her more toward the edge of the bed. She was ready for him, and no doubt he was ready for her. Which is why she was confused when he knelt down in front of her instead of bringing his mouth watering cock closer.

"Big Ma-? Ah ha!" she exclaimed as she was suddenly hit by a light punch of pleasure. He...He licked my pussy! I hadn't planned for that. But I don't think any mare could, holy shit! I thought his tongue was amazing when we kissed. But this!

"What's that, Aunty Citrus?"

She meant to ask him what he was doing. Why he wasn't going right to the sex. She assumed he'd want to, like most of her extra marital partners. "I...I was just a little surprised is all. You went there without me even asking."

"I'm a gentlecolt, Aunty. I think every stallion should do this for his mare. Plus, I like to do it. Do you want me to stop?"

"No!" she exclaimed louder than she'd intended. "I-I mean, no. If you really want to, then by all means."

"I'm glad. By the way, you're the best tasting orange I've ever had" he said before giving her pussy a slow lick.

Citrus was too distracted by the mind blowing pleasure the lick was giving her to react to what he said, her head hitting the mattress and her back arching as she released quick, light gasps.

It wasn't the first time somepony had given her oral, but Big Mac was not like other ponies. What he did with his tongue in her mouth, he was now doing to her pussy, and it was a million times better.

"Hah. Hah ha. Ah. ah! Citrus gasped and squeaked as Big Mac lapped at her marehood. He was so firm but so gentle, and his tongue kept briefly brushing the bottom of her clit, pushing her closer to the edge, little by little.

"Ah. Ah haaa. Ahhh. Oh Big Mac, yes. Lick your aunty's pussy. Mm!" she moaned lustfully as she writhed on the bed. Citrus would've been more than satisfied if he continued doing what he was doing. And he ended up hitting her with more.

Big Mac pushed his tongue through her lips, plunging it into her pussy and starting to lick her inner walls, while he used a hand to rub her clit with the weight of a feather. "AH! Oh my god! Yes!" she cried out as her legs instinctively wrapped around his head, pushing his face into her. Even Sliced hadn't managed to get as deep and be as thorough as Big Mac currently was. He was licking spots she didn't even know she had.

"Don't stop, Big Mac! Keep going! Ooh, right there! Lick right there! Rub my clit a little harder! Ah ha! Yes! Yes!" She grabbed his head to make doubly sure he wouldn't move. "Yes yes yes yes yes! I...I'm gonna...I'm gonna cu-! AHHHHHH! AH!" Citrus cried as she was hit by one of the best orgasms she'd ever had, her back arching so much one might think it'd get stuck that way.

Once her orgasm died down, she collapsed on the bed, her hands and legs releasing their hold on her nephew's head. He still remained though, lapping up the extra moisture her orgasm had produced. It was a very pleasant after feeling.

Big Mac hadn't been lying, she really was the best tasting orange he'd ever had, said taste even living up to her name. And he wanted more of it. But he wasn't here to drink her up.

Citrus shuddered as her euphoria continued to leave her. Big Mac finally stopped licking her, finishing with a kiss on her pussy lips. It was both lewd and loving at the same time.

"How was it?"

Citrus found the question almost ridiculous. "That...may have been...the best oral...I've ever had."

"I aim to please."

"Well your aim is perfect. Now, before you please me even more in the way you promised, be a good boy, wipe your mouth, and give your Aunty another kiss."

Big Mac stood up, wiped his mouth with his arm, and climbed back on the bed, joining his lips with his aunt's as soon as he was face to face with her. She moaned contently as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

As they're kiss got more heated, she could feel his rock hard cock twitch between them, its tip tickling the bottom of her rib cage. She broke the kiss, allowing them to breath, and she looked up into his eyes.

"I'm ready for you."

"Are you sure?" Big Mac asked cautiously.

"Yes. Go ahead" she assured him. "I want you inside me" she said in a near whisper.

Big Mac nodded and shifted backward more than most stallions. He had to with his length.

He grabbed his cock in his hand and started rubbing his tip on his aunt's lips, lubing them up with both of their pre. She released a small mewl of anticipation, making him look up. She nodded. He then applied a small amount of pressure and penetrated her, though just the tip.

Citrus gasped through her nostrils, her arousal already spiking just from the first feeling of his girth. Then he started to slowly push in further, and she was convinced that she had died and gone to heaven. She'd had big stallions before, but none ever felt this wonderfully filling. She felt his medial ring reach her lips. He's barely halfway!

"Are you okay, Aunty Citrus?"

"Hm?" she hadn't noticed that she was writhing in pleasure. "Y-Yes. I'm fine. Please, keep going."

Big Mac obliged and applied a bit more pressure in an effort to get his medial ring inside. After some effort, it finally popped in with some more length unintentionally following.

"Oof!" Citrus huffed, her eyes rolling back into her head. She was afraid she might cum again right there.

She took some deep breaths to bring herself down, though not by much. "K...Keep going. All the way in" she practically whimpered.

After what seemed like an eternity, and a very pleasant one at that, Big Mac finally hilted all the way inside his aunt. When he did so, she could feel his tip pressing into the entrance of her cervix. This caused her to release what could only be described as a whorish moan.

"OHHHHHHH HA HA HAAAAAA. AHHHHHH.”

Now it was Big Mac's turn for his eyes to roll back into his head. With his size, he was no stranger to tight fits, most mares for him were. And while every one always felt good, there were a handful who felt downright heavenly, and his Aunty Citrus was one of them.

She was so soft and firm, the mark of a mare with a very active sex life. Her warmth and moisture felt amazing and inviting. As if to illustrate that further, her pussy contoured to his cock almost perfectly, giving it a very welcoming hug.

"Just...just give me a minute" Citrus requested. Big Mac nodded. It wasn't the first time he had to wait a moment. "Okay. Start slow, be gentle with me. For now."

Big Mac obeyed and pulled back as slowly as he had gone in. His aunt released a few small gasps as he did this. He reached his medial ring and went no further. Pulling that out so soon could lead to his aunt going off prematurely. He knew from experience with other mares. So he slowly pushed back in, hilting himself once again, eliciting a pleased moan from his aunt.

"Mm. Ooh" Citrus cooed as Big Mac increased his pace. He was doing very well, but something was off. The amount of time between him pulling out and pushing in was too close together. "Big Mac. Could you please pull out all the way to your tip?"

"Are you sure?"

~~Curse~~ Bless his caring nature. She knew exactly what his fear was. But she had adjusted and her approaching orgasm had receded significantly already. "I can handle it. I'll prove it to you. Once you're out all the way, slam back into me" she said with a confident smirk.

Big Mac's eyebrows raised in surprise. She was playing with fire. But it's what she wanted. And it was actually kind of arousing.

"As you wish." He proceeded to pull back and kept going when he reached his medial ring. It came out with a slight jerk, which made his aunt squeak, but nothing else. So he continued all the way to his tip, then waited a beat.

Then he slammed himself back in with enough force that he wasn't impeded by his medial ring. His tip impacted against his aunt's cervix. "Mmf!"

"OH HO! Fuck!" Citrus exclaimed whorishly once again, her back arching. "Do...do that again. AH!" she exclaimed when Big Mac obeyed faster than anticipated. "More. Faster" she said in a pleading whine. She gasped as Big Mac followed he instructions. "Ooh yeah. Mm."

"Ah. Aunty Orange" Big Mac himself moaned.

"You like how my pussy feels, Big Mac?"

"Ah. Eeyup."

"I like how your cock feels inside me" she said lustfully. "It's so big, and it fills me out so well. Go faster. I want you to fuck me."

"Then I suggest you hold on" Big Mac said with a smirk as he pulled out of his aunt, climbed off the bed, and pulled her closer to him, raising her legs up to rest on his torso. Citrus's eyes widened and she grabbed onto the bed, bracing herself.

Big Mac lined himself up, and slammed back in once more, eliciting another cry from his aunt. He then held on to her legs and pulled out until just the top quarter of his dick remained inside, and he impaled her again. And again, and again, until he settled into a quick pace. "Ngh. Ngh. Mmf. Ngh ngh ngh" he grunted.

"Oh sweet Celestia, yes!" Citrus cried as she was plowed by her nephew. "Ah ah ah. Fuck me, Big Mac! Fuck me!"

Big Mac stared down at his aunt. Her mouth was open as she moaned and cried, strands of her mane had gotten loose, and her breasts jiggled with erect nipples. She did not appear to him as his aunt anymore. She was now an incredibly attractive mare practically in heat, begging him to rail her, hoping he would gift her with a foal. And he was more than happy to fulfill that.

Big Mac released her legs, though they still stayed on his torso, and he grabbed her bountiful ass, kneading it as he continued fucking her.

"Mm, you've been wanting to get a good feel of my ass, haven't you? Well I have too. Your hands feel wonderful on it. Why don't you give it a little smack?"

smack!

"Ooh hoo!" Citrus exclaimed, relishing the pleasant sting. "Yes! Give me another!" smack! "Ah! Oh yes! Keep doing that!"

"Mm, you like that, Aunty Citrus?" Big Mac said.

"Eeyup."

Hearing his well known response said back to him seemed to trigger something in Big Mac. He spread her legs, getting them off his body, leaned down to hover above her, and started pounding her even faster, and he started smacking her ass at a quicker pace.

"Oh Big Mac! Yes! Yes!" Citrus cried while leaning her head back. When she brought it back, something happened. She looked directly into her nephew's eyes, saw his perfect physique, heard his panting and grunting, and she especially smelled his musk. It made something snap inside her.

"Wait. Wait!" Citrus exclaimed as she placed a hand firmly on Big Mac's chest.

"What? What's wrong?" he asked worriedly as he quickly slowed his place.

"Stop. Just for a moment. Let me get off the bed" she said urgently.

While a bit confused, Big Mac did as his aunt requested. He pulled out of her and backed up to give her room. She quickly climbed off the bed, turned around with a desperate whine, planted her hands on the bed to hold herself up, spread her legs, planted her hooves firmly on the floor, and flagged her tail.

"Get over here and mount me! Mount me and breed me!" Citrus exclaimed as she thrust her ass in the air, her desire for a foal now an instinct fueled need to be bred.

Big Mac practically became overtaken by instinct himself, seeing his aunt present herself, her pussy winking and dripping arousal.

"Sure thing, Aunty Citrus" he said with a smile before stepping forward, grabbing her hips, and ramming himself home yet again. He quickly returned to his speedy rythm.

The room was permeated by the sound of Big Mac's hips smacking against his aunt's ass, as well as his grunting and her whorish moans.

"Mmf! Mmf! Mmf!"

"OHHH. YES! Fuck me! Fuck me, Big Mac! I'm so close!"

"Me too, Aunty Citrus!" Big Mac grunted. "Ooh."

"Then don't stop! Please don't stop! I'm almost there!"

Big Mac's balls churned as they prepared for release. Feeling this made him instinctually fall forward to properly mount his aunt like she had begged him to. He laid on her back, his hands moving to caress her tits, his legs successfully keeping him up while his hips continued their work.

"Right there! Right there! I'm right there!" Citrus cried out. "Just a little more!"

"Here it comes, Aunty Citrus!"

"Do it! Do it, Big Mac! Cum inside your Aunty Citrus! Give me your foal!"

"NGH!" Big Mac grunted as he hilted in his aunt completely, squeezed her tits to hold onto her, and released his load, shooting his cum directly into her cervix.

The first splash of her nephew's cum triggered Citrus's orgasm. "AH! AH! AHHHHHHH!" she cried to the heavens as her pussy constricted around Big Mac's cock, milking him for all he could give her. "OHHHHHH YES! YES! GIVE ME ALL OF IT! I NEED EVERY LAST DROP!"

"Ah! Ah!" Big Mac exclaimed as he continued to shoot spurt after spurt of his cum into his aunt. Her cervix was quickly filled, and his cum started to surround his cock above his medial ring, his aunt's constriction helping it to form a seal. Even after releasing all he could, his cock still twitched a few times as if there were more, giving him pleasurable aftershocks that made him shudder.

"Hah. Hahahahhhh" Citrus shuddered as she came down from her orgasm, her tongue lolling out of her smiling mouth, her eyes glazed over. Her arms trembled before giving out, causing her upper body to collapse on the bed, with Big Mac still atop her. "B...Big Mac? Do your...Aunty a favor. Help me get on the bed. My legs are kind of locked in place."

"Sure thing" Big Mac replied almost as breathlessly. He stood straight up, pulled her legs closer together, then wrapped an arm around her waist while using the other to lift her legs. He then proceeded to climb onto the bed with her, his cock still inside her. He laid down with her to spoon her, wrapping both his arms around her to hold her close.

Citrus snuggled into Big Mac's hold, affectionately rubbing one of his muscular arms. "Thank you, Big Mac" she whispered.

"You're welcome, Aunty Citrus" he replied before giving her a tender kiss on the cheek. They soon drifted off to sleep, Big Mac smelling her lingering perfume as he nuzzled her, and Citrus feeling enveloped by his body heat.

Big Mac awoke the next morning to the sound of running water, and the faint smell of breakfast. As he strained his eyes open, he realized he was not in the bedroom he had chosen, and memories of the previous night came flooding back. His eyes widened as he sat up in surprise.

At that same moment, the sound of the running water stopped, and he realized it had been the sound of a shower, from his aunt and uncle's personal bathroom. Wait a minute...

The door to the bathroom opened, and out stepped his Aunt Citrus in a bath robe, drying her mane with a towel. "Well good morning, sleepy head" Citrus said in a pleasant tone, smiling at her nephew. "Sorry to leave you alone in the bed, though it wasn't easy to do, Mr. Snuggler. I just had to get a shower, I felt so musky. Though if Apple Bloom and Babs weren't here, I might've left it for a bit."

"That's okay. And it probably is a good idea to not smell like that when they're still here. I should probably get in the shower too." Something occurred to Big Mac in that moment. "Oh boy, I hope they didn't hear us. I have no idea when they got back."

"Don't worry about it. From what your uncle tells me, they were a little preoccupied, and probably didn't notice. You're free to use our shower so you don't risk running into them in the hall."

"Thanks, Aunty" Big Mac replied as he got out of the bed.

"Oh, hold on just a quick second" Citrus said as she finished drying her mane and approached her nephew.

Big Mac had never seen his aunt with her mane down. It was quite long, almost reaching the bottom of her back, and it being recently washed gave it a slight glossy look. It reminded him of a mermare's mane.

Citrus stepped up close to her nephew, her robe brushing his torso. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply before shuddering. "Had to get one last whiff before it's gone."

"Hehe. I think Sugar Belle would like you" Big Mac chuckled before proceeding to the bathroom. He came out after showering and brushing his teeth to find his aunt was gone, and some of his clothes had taken her place. He got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast.

He discovered his aunt and uncle in the kitchen, dressed simply for the day, the former's hair back in it's trademark bee hive, and the latter wearing an apron as he made breakfast. "Morning. I didn't know you could cook, Uncle Sliced."

"Morning, Big Mac. I didn't grow up with servants, and we didn't have any at first when we bought this house. I had to learn. Here ya go." Sliced served his nephew a large plate of waffles with three eggs and a sizable hash brown.

"Wow. Thanks, Uncle."

"Think of it as my way of saying thanks for your help. Plus, I'm sure you need it after how much you helped last night" he said in a sly tone while nudging the air in Big Mac’s direction.

"Heh, yeah, I guess I could use a lot of grub" Big Mac replied a bit bashfully.

"Don't tease the boy, Sliced" Citrus playfully chided her husband, giving him a light smack on the arm. "Especially when we have other visitors who might hear you."

"You're right. No more potentially incriminating words out of this mouth."

Shortly after, while Big Mac and Citrus were enjoying their breakfast, Apple Bloom and Babs came down and entered the kitchen in their pajamas, their manes looking like they'd had a wild night. They both failed to notice their appearance was rather incriminating. As well as their smell.

Citrus and Big Mac made some accusatory remarks about bringing back any boys, which they denied. Citrus managed to trick Apple Bloom into checking her neck by saying her cousin had left hickeys. She then revealed that everyone knew about the two of them, much to Apple Bloom's embarrassment. Babs was actually glad, having been fed up with keeping their relationship a secret.

The adults promised not to rat them out. To Apple Bloom's further embarrassment, Big Mac clarified that Applejack and Granny Smith knew as well after she begged that they not be told. Babs quickly deciphered that her mother had spilled after some alcohol.

Once Babs managed to convince her mortified cousin to leave their room, they all went out for some lunch before they were to leave for the train station.

When Big Mac had a moment alone with his aunt at the train station, he took the opportunity to talk to her about something that was on his mind. "Hey, Aunty Citrus?"

"Yes, Big Mac?"

"You said your house had three bathrooms, but the one in yours and Uncle's room would make it four."

"Well, we didn't think any of you would be using it, so we just didn't bother mentioning it."

"Fair, but I was thinking about something else regarding that. When you ended up in my- the wrong room that night, I thought you were coming back from the bathroom. But you would've used your own bathroom, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, your uncle was using ours when I got up that night, and I really had to go. So I went to one of the others. It's not the first time one of us has had to take a walk because the other was occupying our personal bathroom."

"Oh, that makes sense."

"Why do you ask? You sounded a little suspicious."

"Oh it's nothing. Just had a crazy thought about it."

"Like what?" Citrus asked with an interested smile.

"Well...I thought, maybe...you might've snuck into my room on purpose and pretended like you thought I was Uncle Sliced. Heh, sounds even crazier saying it out loud."

"That certainly does sound crazy" Citrus replied with a chuckle. "Although, ponies sometimes do crazy things to get what they want."

"You don't have to tell me. I still wake up thanking Celestia that Apple Bloom has her cutie- Wait, what?"

"Here are your tickets!" Sliced announced as he approached his wife and nephew, holding said tickets in his hand. "And I don't want to hear a word about reimbursing us."

"Thanks, Uncle Sliced" Big Mac replied in a distant tone, his mind still trying to determine if his aunt had just revealed something to him.

"What were you two talking about?"

"Oh, Big Mac was just telling me about this crazy thought he had two nights ago" Citrus replied non chalantly.

"What was it?"

"I'll tell you later. You'll get a good laugh out of it. Right now, we should find our two wandering nieces before the train arrives." Citrus discovered Apple Bloom and Babs in the bathroom and brought them out, the two of them blushing and and smiling nervously. If either had been wearing lipstick, it would've been smudged.

"Something on your mind, son?" Sliced asked when he noticed Big Mac's ponderous expression.

"Oh, nothing important. Maybe." Big Mac continued considering what his aunt might've done while waiting for the train. Once it arrived, the Apple siblings exchanged hugs with their relatives, saying their farewells. Apple Bloom had a much longer hug with Babs.

"Thanks again for inviting us, guys" Big Mac said as he hugged his uncle and then his aunt.

"Think nothing of it, Mac."

"It was our pleasure" Citrus said as she hugged her nephew. She then whispered in his ear. "Especially mine. Thank you for that."

"Ahem, no problem, Aunty" Big Mac replied, his cheeks turning a slightly deeper red from hearing his aunt even vaguely mention what had happened while they were in public.

To everyone's surprise, Babs gave Apple Bloom a passionate kiss after pointing out that the only ones currently around who knew how closely they were related already knew about the two of them. Apple Bloom was initially surprised by this, but soon embraced the kiss.

"Awww" Citrus said while seeing the adorable display.

Big Mac and Apple Bloom boarded the train and waved goodbye to their relatives from the window. Apple Bloom in particular called out to Babs that she would try and find some reason to visit again as soon as possible. Babs replied that she would do the same.

While on the ride back home, Big Mac kept thinking about what his aunt said. On the one hand, if she had indeed done what he was thinking, it was a pretty iffy thing to do. On the other hand, he wondered if he would've agreed if she hadn't and he hadn't investigated.

Considering the result, and the possibility of said result repeating in the future, he decided that he wouldn't mind if it turned out she had done something crazy.

Big Mac and Apple Bloom arrived at the Ponyville train station a few hours later, where they were met by Applejack and Granny Smith.

"So how was it?" Applejack asked.

"It was so much fun! I got a new dress thanks to Aunt Orange, and me and Babs had a blast catching up and hanging out."

"I'll bet" Applejack said with a smirk. "And what about you, Big Mac? Did you have fun? And did you talk to any possible investors?"

"Eeyup and eeyup."

"I trust ya didn't have too much fun like I told ya, right?" Granny Smith said with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

"Nope" Big Mac said a little too firmly.

"Mac, you know I can sniff out a lie like Pinkie can sniff out anything with sugar" Applejack warned with a sly smile.

"Okay, I danced with a few mares at the banquet, and some of them gave me their numbers and got a little close and handsy. But that's all!"

"Really?" Applejack said suspiciously.

"I can vouch for him" Apple Bloom chimed in. "Aunt Orange had a tiny bit too much adult punch and Uncle Orange had Big Mac take her home before she did anything to embarrass herself. I didn't see or hear any sign of extra fun when Uncle brought me and Babs back."

"Hm" Applejack hummed, her honesty senses telling her something was being hidden. "Well, I guess you're in the clear, Mac."

Big Mac stopped himself from releasing a deep sigh of relief. They then headed to Sweet Apple Acres, and on the way, Apple Bloom said there was something she needed to discuss with her sister and grandmother.

A few weeks later, the Apples recieved word that Aunt and Uncle Orange were expecting. And eleven months later, they all went to Manehattan General and welcomed the cutest little filly to the world. Clementine Orange.

She was the spitting image of her mother. Big Mac and the Oranges were secretly glad that his and Citrus's hair was about the same color. Applejack had an odd feeling when her uncle claimed that her green eyes were a rare occurrence in his family.

Almost a year later, Big Mac went to Manehattan again, which had become common for him as he loved spending time with his new cousin, which she did as well. As was typically the case, his aunt and uncle had asked him to come.

"So, where's Uncle Sliced and Clementine, Aunty Citrus?"

"Oh, they just left for the park. They'll be back in about an hour."

"Didn't Uncle Sliced know that I was coming?"

"Yes, and that's exactly why he left with Clementine. To leave the house to ourselves" Citrus said lustfully as she took off her shirt and pants.

"Wha-?" the incredibly surprised stallion began to say.

"None of our friends have kids young enough to play with Clementine" Citrus explained as she sauntered up to her nephew in her bra and panties. She then pressed herself against his torso, reached a hand down to rub his slowly growing erection through his pants, and rubbed his abs with the other.

“So your uncle and I talked about it, and we decided that Clementine should have a sibling. Care to help us out with that?"

Big Mac's surprised expression turned into a gentle, happy one. He raised his aunt's chin with his hand and proceeded to kiss her.

"Eeyup."

Author's Note

Would you believe I meant for this whole story to be a shorter one shot? The writing part of my brain decided otherwise.

Aunt Orange’s dress was inspired by some nsfw fan art that I obviously can’t show here. You can find it on a certain pony art site with this number. 1055963