It was a beautiful autumn sunset in Ponyville. The leaves scattered the ground in a random pattern or brown, red, orange, and the occasional yellow. It was past harvest and all the apples in the orchard had been pick weeks ago. Big McIintosh was strolling through the trees, a single piece of buckwheat sticking from his teeth. “Eeyup…it’s that time of the year. Love that breeze…” he commented as the soft wind ruffled his dark orange mane. Steadily he made his way through the field to a large shed. This was where they stored the cider in large barrels. He had planned on taking a nap nearby the shed when he heard a small bump inside.
“Huh? Wusat?!” he asked himself, the wheat falling from his maw as he snapped his head around swiftly. The small noises continued, and he realized they were definitely coming from inside the shed. In fact, close inspection would reveal the flicker of a lantern inside.
“Who in the hell would be in our shed at this hour?” he said aloud in his usual southern drawl. He trotted over to the door and pushed it open to discover his sister Applejack sitting with a wooden mug of cider.
“Well hey there, Mac!” she greeted him – but there was something odd. Her eyes didn’t quite follow him and her speech seemed strange.
“Uh, Applejack …are you alright?”
“Who me? I’m as fine as the hair on a frog’s leg!” Applejack answered with a giggle, tilting back her mug.
Mac walked over to the open barrel nearby. Though it was difficult to read in the dim light of 1 small lantern, he could make out the date on the lid. That cider had been left over, and fermented. He dipped in a hoof, and brought it to his mouth to taste. “This stuff is hard….” He commented.
He heard his sister giggle again. “I ever told you my dirty little secret?” she inquired.
“Um…you stole one of Granny Smith’s scarfs when we were foals?” Mac answered, praying that was as bad as it would get.
“No, silly!” she laughed as she stood up and made her way, not so steadily, to the sheds door and nudged it shut with her back hoof. “Ever since I came of age…” she started, wobbling towards her brother as she spoke.
“Y-yeah?” Mac interjected a forlorn look of confusion across his face. His sister was right on him – so close he could smell the alcohol on her breath.
“I have always wanted to fuck you.” She finished, her face flushing as red as one of their fresh picked apples.
Big Mac’s eyes grew wide and his pupils dilated immensely. “But I’m your big brother! I could never…I mean, we can’t…Applejack, shit! What’s wrong with you.” He scalded.
“Your MOUTH says it’s wrong, but….” Applejack grinned.
Underneath, his member dropped from its sheath, swinging a bit and slowly gaining girth and firmness.
“I-I don’t…I mean I’m not tryin’ ta…” His words were futile as his cock grew, fully erect at nearly twenty seven long inches, and about as big around as a young human’s arm.
Applejack’s grin grew wider and she blushed even more staring down her brother’s massive erection. She wobbled a little, weak in her knees at the sight of it. “Oh, shit, Mac…please….” she huffed which a small buck of her hips. A bit of drool dripped from her mouth as she licked her lips.
“Applejack, that’s the cider talkin’! I know it is!” Big Mac objected wincing his eyes.
“Like hell it is.” she moaned as lowed her neck and went under his front legs, his chest knock the hat off of her head.
She was face to face with her brother’s immense cock and balls, her hind quarters nestled perfectly between his front legs.
“Oh, Mac…They didn’t name you Big for nothin’….” She groaned as she literally slobbered on the floor, her tail wrapped around her hind leg exposing her pussy. Her vulva matched her fur but darker, the slight slit showing her warm, pink inner walls. Droplets of her fluids ran down from her entrance as it winked slightly. The scent caught Mac’s nose and drove him wild, but he still tried to fight it.
Without a moment of reluctance, Apple jack grasped his dick in her mouth and began to slowly move back and forth, moving further down with each stroke. Each inch was met with an audible huff from her brother, no longer protesting her advance. Eventually, he was in her throat. At this point he neighed loudly before stifling himself as applejack gagged, her tongue reaching from her mouth, and resting on another couple inches as she choked herself. She couldn’t stand it long, and came off with a slurp, a line of spit still connection her mouth to his cock.
“Applejack, where did to learn to….” Mac started but was cut off by his sister kicking over a barrel an mounting her front hooves on it as she spread her hind legs.
Not another word was spoken – Mac hovered over her significantly smaller body and lined up his member with her dripping pussy lips. With a bit of a push it went in easily. Applejack groaned aloud as she bucked against her brother who, moaning himself rammed her as hard as he could without damaging her. His force lifted her hind legs off the floor as he connected with her hindquarters. Eventually she slid off the barrel, which rolled off until It hit a wall. No moaning loudly and calling her brother’s name, Applejack climaxed as her front end slid to the floor, her hind end raised as her brother continues to fuck her. She was trembling, her hooves scratching the floor as she tried to get a hold of something.
It wasn’t long before Big McIntosh climaxed as well. “Applejack…I’m gonna….ugh….” he grunted as he filled his sister with his immense load. His semen filled her, leaking out onto the floor as he continued to buck, more splatter out with each thrust. Soon he remained still, his cock throbbing as it pumped the last of his fluids. Slowly his shaft slid out of her, drizzling with his own cum and slowly losing his erection. Applejack collapsed onto her back and his cum began to seep out of her. With a squeeze of her tummy muscles, she shot out his load into a puddle in front of her, whimpering as his warm fluids leaked from her.
“so, uh, no one’s gonna her about this….right, Applejack?” Big Mac asked, a bit of concern in his voice.
“Of course not…” Applejack panted in reply. “It’s our dirty little secret.” She grinned.
“Eeyup…I guess it is! You sober up before you come home, Applejack. Applebloom don’t need to see you like this.” Big Mac said as he eased outside.
“I’ve never felt this great in my life.” Applejack said as she stood, and retrieved her mug in her mouth. She walked over to the barrel and close the lid, sitting it on top and laid against it.
“Our dirty little apple cider secret…” she giggled as she rested her eyes.
