First Times Series | Book One: Intro and Applejack

“Wut th’…” Applejack exclaimed in surprise, her whole body tensing and, if her legs weren’t locked up, she may have bucked Braeburn right back off of her.

“It’s OK, this is what’s supposed t’ happen. Jus’ relax, an’ let me do what Ah gotta do, OK? You’ll love it, an’ it’ll get rid of that nasty feelin’ in ya right quick,” Braeburn comforted, feeling as Applejack relaxed, "but not too quick…Ah’ve heard that it feels better if we do it fer a li’l while."

“Ok…” Applejack said as she adjusted herself to accept Braeburn’s additional weight. Despite being almost completely surrounded by the larger colt, she found it actually felt kinda…nice. Feeling his weight on her croup was almost soothing, his body covering hers, like it was something she needed, if not the only thing. Definitely not the only thing. “...now what?”

“Now, Ah’m gonna put my dick inta yer fillyhood.”

“Ya what?!”

“It’s…Ah know it sounds weird, but breedin’s what gets rid of a mare’s heat. A stallion or colt puts his willy in a filly’s parts, moves his hips around fer a while, then puts somethin’ inside the mare’s belly that makes her heat go away, usually only after a few times’a havin’ sex, an’ it gives her a foal!”

“A…a foal?” Applejack thought about that. Was this what the fillies at school were talking about, she wondered; where a stallion did something to a mare while she was in heat that made a foal? “I-Is ‘breedin’’ th’ same thing as ‘mating’?”

“Yep. Breedin’, matin’, fuckin’, ruttin’, all the same thing. All end up with a mare pregnant with a foal, if a stallion or colt shoots his stuff in her.” Braeburn replied, and, for some reason, the thought of getting pregnant - of seeing her belly swell up like those of some of her aunts or cousins at the Apple Family Reunion had been, of having a new life growing inside her - turned Applejack on beyond belief.

She didn’t want to get pregnant, she needed to.

Applejack didn’t know about or consider the possible consequences of actually getting pregnant while she was still so young herself. All she cared about was getting mounted and bred until the burn in her belly was a faint memory, and unknowingly wanted her womb swelling up with a foal in the coming months. “Well, what th’ hay’re ya waitin’ fer? Get on with givin’ me a foal already!”

Giving an eager whicker at his cousin’s sexy words as he was mounted on her, Braeburn got to work doing just that for Applejack…or at least tried to. His humps were too hard, too fast, just rapidly ramming his flare against her asscheeks randomly, and even sliding between her small teats on accident a couple times. “Gosh, this is a lot harder‘n they make it look in th’ magazines…” Braeburn groused, before sliding off his little cousin’s back and actually looking at his target.

“What’re ya…AH!” Applejack yelped as Braeburn again mounted her hard, shifting his hips around some more, feeling his flare’s taps getting that much closer to her core. “Yer nearly…HAH…go left a little more!”

Braeburn followed Applejack’s instructions and soon enough, he felt something warm on his flare. His mind blanked, his breathing hitched, and his hips thrust forward as hard as he could make them, that thrust taking both their virginities within a moment.

Applejack felt like she’d been punched in the gut from behind, knocking the wind from her lungs, as well as a pain like a pulled muscle coming from between her legs. “Wh…” was all she could gasp out, feeling quite uncomfortably full and achyin her fillyhood.

Braeburn, meanwhile, was stricken silent too, but for an entirely different reason. If Applejack’s mouth had been nice, her pussy was heaven incarnate. It was so hot and squeezed so tightly around his whole dick, which he’d sunk as far as he could into her within a second, with her passage so wet that his flare had slid to her core effortlessly. He gripped her sides tightly, trembling slightly at the sensations rolling through him as AJ’s pussy spasmed around his colthood in reflexive kneading motions. “W-hah-is that you doin’ that, AJ? Th’ thing with yer…fillyhood’s insides?” Braeburn breathlessly asked, holding still within her as his brain rebooted.

Applejack didn’t know how to respond, both because she was aching between her legs from her first, sudden penetration, had the wind knocked out of her, and because she couldn’t possibly hope to put just what she was feeling into words. After taking a bit to recover, AJ gave a quiet yelp when Braeburn pulled out a bit, then slammed back in hard, making the pain in her grow. “S-stop…wait…” she wheezed out so quietly that it was barely audible from how much it hurt due to it being her first time being penetrated, taken completely by surprise from the new, painful sensation as she found between her legs stinging and slightly cramping, with that movement of the big thing between her hips that had caused it all only making it feel worse.

Getting out of his breeding haze as he heard the pained, forced tone of Applejack’s voice, Braeburn looked down at her. “A-Ahpplejack, are you OK?” he asked in a dazed-sounding tone, as though he’d just been woken up.

Big Mac watched from the sideline as his sister was made into a mare, unable to do much else than jack himself off, not with the utterly hot scene before him, and Applejack’s estrus pheromones making him want nothing more than to breed and fuck and cum in their source. After all, he knew this happened to most fillies during their first time with a stallion or colt, or a toy for that matter. Since said source was currently occupied though, his hoof had to do. “Y’OK, sis? That looked…rough,” Big Mac asked, looking concerned.

Applejack, meanwhile, wasn’t sure how to feel about the thick piece of colt-meat planted in her hungry foal-passage. It had hurt being spread apart so suddenly, and quite some too, and being winded had sucked as well, but the more she squeezed around her body’s first male guest, the more she’d squirmed beneath the still male and felt his member shifting around inside her, setting her breeding instincts alight. It was making her fillyhood feel so delightfully full instead of that aching emptiness she didn’t even notice was there before, and the more it moved in her, the more good it felt. It was like when her nub had come out against the panties, but all the way in her belly, his tip nearly touching where that itchy burn was located, deep within her core.

“H-haaaaah…” Applejack huffed, her hind legs trembling, her conscious mind confused, but her body and deepest instincts knew everything was moving along perfectly: it told her so through the thrumming pleasure coming from her pussy, right where Braeburn’s dick was buried deep, the reflexive winks of her clit against his sperm-filled balls, and the feeling of peaceful bliss blooming in her mind, rendering her speechless.

“Ah think she’d doin’ just fine now, Brae. Just…take it easier on ‘er at first. Ah think that first thrust was a mite too much for th’ poor filly.” Big Mac said, getting an agreeing nod from Applejack.

“Right, uh…sorry Ah hurt ya cous’, dunno what possessed me there,” Braeburn said, gently nuzzling behind the smaller then-mare’s ear, “Ah’ll be gentler now, OK?”

“Ah, um, Ah...ya can keep goin’ now. Ah think Ah’ve…adjusted to ya enough now,” Applejack said, squirming her hips needily. The burn had started to come back with a vengeance, her body sensing a male’s penis in her, filling her, but not breeding her. “Ah’m ready for ya ta breed me an’ give me a foal, Brae-Brae.”

Hearing that nickname Applejack had always used for him when they were much, much younger made Braeburn hug a little tighter around his cousin’s sides, rubbing his cheek against hers, sighing softly. He then pulled out a bit, getting a whimper from the filly as her passage tried to pull him right back in, but he resisted. Eventually, he pulled back…but went too far, slipping out of her. Urgently humping against her, smearing her pussy-juice all over her ass as he tried to find that warmth he’d only felt once so far, it was only a short while before he found her slit again. This time, Braeburn tamped down on his instincts, his hips quivering from the restraint as he slid slowly into her hot pussy once more. He let out a long, windy ‘mmmmmm’ as he slid deeper and deeper, until again his flare kissed Applejack’s farthest depths and his balls pressed against her clit again.

This time when Braeburn slid inside her, it felt nothing but very good for Applejack, making her join his moan as he once more penetrated her. Her fillyhood was singing with sensation as its natural pair passed back into her, making her feel complete again in a way she never had felt before his first penetration, her muscles squeezing down softly in rippling motions from base to flare on Braeburn. She felt so perfect then, relaxed yet at the same time still so tense where her lower tummy burned.

Braeburn felt the part of Applejack he was inside…gripping him, like a nearly-hot hug, and while it felt wonderful to feel his colthood constricted like that, he found that he wanted more of that sliding feeling he’d just gotten. He pulled out again, getting a wanting whine from his mate and, careful not to slide out too far this time, stopping when only his flare was inside her, started sliding back in again. Each time he did, it sent sparks of pleasure directly into his brain from his groin, each throb his shaft made within Applejack wonderful, and each squeeze she gave his member utter perfection. The slick silkiness surrounding him had little ribs in it that caught the ridges on his flare just right, making him only want to feel her pussy more and more, and leading to him starting to hump her faster and faster, again and again.

Applejack was not at all opposed, indeed starting to rock her hips back into the thrusts of the young stallion atop and within her, her own mind abuzz with pleasure as she squeezed along his length. She could feel little warm squirts coming each time Braeburn’s cock throbbed inside her, each dollop of his precum helping to cool wherever part they touched. This is right, her instincts told her, just stand here and let this stallion breed you, let him put his foal in you. Continue your species, like the good little earth pony filly you are. So she did just that, letting her instincts guide her actions as she rocked back into each thrust, her filly-honey drooling onto the ground, more forced out with each thrust, and the strands of it that hung swayed with each motion, before dropping to the floor to join the puddle already starting to grow there.

Braeburn continued to hump as hard as he could muster, which was fairly strong given he had the strength of an earth pony, each hilt ending up with his flare kissing Applejack's cervix. He was lost to the feeling of a fertile mare squeezing down on his shaft, her body begging for his seed. For his foal. Everything was building up fast, with the feelings of sliding along those ribbed, hot walls, his mare's pheromones dancing in his brain urging Braeburn to breed this needy filly, and he felt himself getting closer to his climax with each hump.

As her stud’s thrusts grew stronger, shorter, and faster, grinding his medial ring along her throbbing, winking clit with each, Applejack felt like she was losing her mind. It was all so much, yet felt so good, her body exploding with sensations, her whole backside inside and out tingling with pleasure as she fulfilled her deepest natural urges. When Braeburn’s flare swelled, and his humps grew shallow, forcing his medial ring to grind deeper against a very sensitive part in her, his flare punching against her cervix rapidly, it was all too much. She felt her passage getting tighter still as her body sensed the colt flaring in her, and with her instincts knowing he was right on the edge of seeding her, her pussy collapsed around his dick as it started to milk him for his coming climax.

Applejack let loose a loud, feral whinny as she lost control of her body, feeling her whole core flush with pleasure and relief the likes which she could never dream of. Her whole body was trembling as she felt herself rapidly clamping around the hard colthood, tingles rolling throughout her whole body as the sensations took her over. "Brae-B-Brae, p-please...Ah need..." Applejack stammered out, not really knowing what it was she needed, just that she needed it so badly, and was so close to getting whatever ‘it’ was.

As Applejack started begging him, and feeling the gushes of warm marecum on his balls as she groaned out in pleasure, Braeburn couldn't withstand the squeezing motions of a mare's pussy milking him for his load much more. As his back legs quivered, his balls pulling up to his body, his swollen flare made it harder to pull out each time, her fillyhood kneading his flare so hard deep in her pussy. Little did she know, her milking was making Braeburn's orgasm inevitable as he pounded the filly's pussy with the fury of a wild animal in rut, taking the last strokes needed to bring himself to completion.

"H-hope yer ready ta be a m-mama. Ah'm gonna...c-cum..." Braeburn snarled in Applejack's ear. It wasn’t too long before, given it was his first time, and that he’d been brought to the edge of climax once already, Braeburn felt that familiar tension starting in his pelvis. Instead of pulling out though - as a more experienced, knowledgeable stallion may do - too high on Applejack's pheromones and pleasure to do anything but follow his breeding instincts, Braeburn instead gripped tighter around his mare’s sides, thrusting as hard, deep, and fast as he could. Feeling that pressure within his groin just growing ever so much tighter. It wasn’t the only thing growing tighter, though, as he hit that wall at the end of his cousin's passage again…but this time, his flare just kept going.

Applejack just took the pounding, her mind too blissed-out to know what was going on, besides the feelings of it; how the ridges on Braeburn's flare ground against that special part in her that made her see stars, how his ring rubbed against her constantly-winking clit, how slickly and smoothly he slid into her after her orgasmic fluids lubed him up so well. How his blood-glutted flare continued to pound against something deep within her core, then slipped just within. It felt weird, him sliding so much deeper into her, but not painful, and at the same time it felt right to feel her male so deep inside her belly. Unknown to her, he’d just penetrated her estrus-relaxed cervix, driving his flare into her fertile womb.

"Hnng-yes! Take it all!" Braeburn grunted, feeling that tension in his pelvis building, building...then pop. Braeburn pressed his hips against Applejack's as hard as he could, his flare slipping past and sealing just within her relaxed cervix, swelling as thick as it could. He trembled as he felt his cock throbbing rapidly and repetitiously as it disgorged his first shots of potent, pent-up colt cum directly into his cousin's womb.

Braeburn tensed up as throb after throb of his virile semen spurted into Applejack's needy womb, gushing out his long-held load deep into his mare, loosing his billions of virile, young sperm to seek out her fertile egg. Everything was signaling to his instincts that he was impregnating this mare right then, breeding her, even if he didn't have the state of mind to realize it. And it felt so good to breed her.

Applejack, meanwhile, felt those sensations of squeezing and bliss renew as Braeburn started throbbing inside her, feeling a warm, thick wetness starting to pool deep in her belly, right where that hot, itchy feeling had resided all day. It was like aloe on a burn, instant relief, and she found she only wanted more. Luckily, Braeburn's body was more than glad to provide it, in fact giving her everything his young glands and balls could produce, doing its best to knock this filly up with his foal.

Braeburn's orgasm was so much better as Applejack came while he did, her inner muscles drawing his bountiful adolescent spunk directly into her uterus with rhythmic contractions from his base to his swollen flare, her orgasm milking him for each drop, the deep pleasure of continuing their species blending with the physical pleasure to make this orgasm addictively good.

Each squirt made Applejack's foal-oven swell just a little more, making her midsection bulge with his load, each clench from her only heralding the next, until she looked a couple months pregnant already. All good things must come to an end though, and after his fifth shot, and several dry throbs, Braeburn was finally spent.

"T-that was...ya felt so...mah...mah belly's so...warm, an' full..." Applejack huffed as she felt Braeburn's throbbing colthood fall still inside her, his softening flare slipping from her womb, and leaving her lower belly filled so full. She felt soothed now, and knew instinctively that this was what her body had needed all along, “...s-so good…”

It took Braeburn a while to come down from his explosive orgasm, especially as he felt Applejack's body still nursing his member for the last drops of its colt-milk. He collapsed onto her back as his cock dryly pulsed in her pussy in post-ejaculatory spasms, panting as he tried to recover some fragment of his orgasm-shattered mind. The compliments from her as he drained his last into his mate was the cherry on top, making a dazed smile cross Braeburn's face as he heard just how good he’d made Applejack feel put into words, as he spent his final dribbles into her well-filled womb.

Braeburn hadn't felt so relaxed in...ever, feeling himself growing soft in the perfect receptacle for his stallionhood post-orgasm: deep inside the freshly-seeded pussy of his well-bred mare. He wouldn't pull out until he naturally slid from her, savoring the gentle post-orgasmic ripples of Applejack's muscles over his dick, drawing his billions of sperm deeper into her womb, so one could join with her egg awaiting it.

"Is...is that all? Is that sex? That’s what makes a foal in a filly?" Applejack asked, feeling as Braeburn's turgid length was slowly sliding out of her as it softened, and eventually slid out of her fully with a wet, squelching schlick. She felt a dull ache deep within her as his shaft came out, like a strained muscle, but it was a good kind of ache. One that told of a job well done. “Ain’t like that wasn’t enough though! Holy hay that felt good! Feels so nice an’ relieved in mah belly now…”

As he heard the question from the mare pinned beneath him, Braeburn nodded. "Mmmhm, 'at's sex. An' ya have such a good pussy...felt so good t' squirt inside ya, instead'a all over mah chest or th’ ground like usual." Braeburn mumbled out, his hips shifting softly, despite only grinding his semi-flaccid, cum-slick dick against her ass fruitlessly, painting it with their mixed cum.

“So that’s how foals’re made…” Applejack mused, feeling Braeburn’s excess cum drooling down her clit’s hood, the stimulation coaxing another wink from her, before looking back to the small puddle of gooey white and clear stuff that had formed between her hind legs, as Braeburn's and her own cum drooled from her in a small, steady stream.

“Yep, that’s how foals’re made…” Braeburn confirmed, neither pony realizing the depth of that statement in their hormonal states.

Applejack was feeling so satisfied on a deep level...yet she also felt like she wanted more, that heated feeling still glowing like an ember in her belly, and growing hotter yet every second she was left empty. As she looked over to her brother, seeing his dark, red spire still hard as he slowly stroked it while watching the climaxing pair. It was clear he was holding out on cumming, saving his first, biggest, and most virile load for his turn with the fertile filly. It looked so much bigger than Braeburn's, longer and thicker by a bit, that she wondered how it'd feel inside her, stretching her that much more than Braeburn’s had. She wouldn't have long to wait to find out, though, given just how ready her big brother looked to mount her.

As Big Mac walked over to them, Braeburn reluctantly dismounted Applejack and slid from her back and the larger stallion quickly sidled up behind his little sister. He could smell her need, and could feel his partially-flared cock slapping against his belly as her cum-drooling slit winked at him, making him give a soft breeding whinny in response. "Ya ready fer me?" Big Mac asked, his voice deep, showing his barely-restrained need for her. "Cuz Ah'm more'n ready for ya..."

In response, Applejack stepped forward and flagged her tail aside, fully revealing her semen-covered fillyhood lips to her brother, looking back at him with a desirous expression. Sure, the heat in her belly was lessened now, but her mind still drove her to accept the other stallion too, to take in his billions of sperm as well and give her an even better chance of getting pregnant. “Go ‘head bro. Give it to me good.”

Needing little more encouragement, as close as he was to his own orgasm, Big Mac all but lunged at Applejack, mounting her in an instant. She felt his weight on her croup and back, his flare tapping against her butt, just like Braeburn’s had when he’d first covered her, but with his feeling bigger than his cousin’s by far. Mac’s flare almost felt as big as Breaburn’s had been when he’d squirted in her! It wasn’t long before she felt his flattened tip press to her recently virgin petals, before she felt herself spreading between her hips once more. Applejack groaned as she felt even more opened up inside than she had with her cousin’s colt cock, making her groan out at the extra stretching sensation, squeezing down as well as she could around the larger colt’s breeding tool.

Big Mac, meanwhile, was speechless at the feeling of the first pussy he’d ever had, with it squeezing around him, Applejack so slick from Braeburn’s and her own cum that he slid to her core effortlessly. His hips quivered and his dick throbbed, making the filly feel like her whole body lurched with the mighty motion. “H-holy hay bro…yer so…big…” Applejack grunted, her own back legs shaking from his heavier weight on her rump, as well as the feelings his thicker shaft was giving her.

“Ya feel so…warm…tight…” Big Mac managed to mumble out, fireworks of pleasure shooting off in his brain as his dick sunk deeper into Applejack, his huge flare kissing her cervix.

“Ya like mah tight li’l fillyhood, don’t ya big bro?” Applejack asked, taking a moment to find the right muscles, before squeezing down on Big Mac’s big dick of her own volition for the first time.

“E-eeyup…” Big Mac managed to force out, so overwhelmed by Applejack’s core squeezing on him, and the sheer heat and slickness of her fertile pussy, that he couldn’t even thrust yet, just quivering as she milked him.

“Then fuck meh some more! Ah want yer foal too, big bro!” Applejack exclaimed, grinding her hips against his impulsively. Like a fire was lit under his ass, Big Mac snorted at her request, then all but yanked his steel-hard cock from her grasping pussy, before ramming himself back in, getting a grunt from his sister in return from the force of it. She gave no resistance, however, pushing right back into his next thrust, feeling him bypass where Braeburn had reached; feeling his flare sliding past her cervix and into her womb too. That feeling, while mildly painful, was also deeply satisfying, her instincts singing praises to her for finding another such worthy stud to reach so far into her again, and eventually deposit his seed directly where it was needed too. She took everything he gave her gladly, clenching her newly-discovered muscles down on him with each thrust.

Big Mac was feeling overwhelmed already, with as close as he’d gotten himself with Applejack’s and his own hooves, and her mouth. He felt his flare swelling up thicker yet, that tension in his pelvis growing to be nearly unbearable after only the sixth thrust into his mare. “A-Ah-pplejack…” Big Mac said urgently, but AJ could already tell what was happening; could feel his colthood and flare growing ludicrously big in her passage and womb, so much so that it felt like a foal had shoved their whole foreleg and hoof into her.

“By Celestia yer flare feels so huge…y-ya gonna squirt yer colt-goo in meh too…gonna gimme yer foal like Brae-Brae did already?” Applejack asked, her tone dripping with desire. She didn’t know why, but she’d loved the feeling when Braeburn’s tip had gotten all huge and he squirted his colt-stuff in her, and wanted her big bro to do it with his colt-goo, too. All she knew is that she had to have his dick deep inside her when he did that squirting thing, so it could put all his spunk right where it burned. “G-go ahead, do it! Please! Ah w-want it naow!”

“EEYUP!”

Big Mac, already at his limit, gave one more big thrust, as hard as he could, when he felt the tension behind his balls snap. Feeling a rush of intense pleasure as his flare swelled fully in her foal-room, its tip pressed against the back of his little sister’s womb, Mac's shaft throbbed hard, then again and again as he finally loosed his seed into where it belonged. He felt as she squeezed gush after gush of his semen from him, pleasure overriding all his senses as he pump, pump, pumped his sperm right into her furthest depths, the force even flooding her Fallopian tubes with his and Braeburn’s virile spunk.

Applejack quickly realized that his cumshot was even bigger than Braeburn’s had been, and went even deeper. It was so much in fact, and with her being as full as she already was with Braeburn’s load, that Applejack’s womb could hold no more. A mix of both colts’ sperm started rushing out of her, even past her tightly-stuffed cervix and pussy, splattering out and onto the totaled floor. But Big Mac kept cumming, shooting his pent-up adolescent seed deep into his sister’s ripe womb, all but completely washing the other colt’s load out.

“Oh buuuuuck yeah!” Applejack cried out in ecstasy, as she felt her pussy explode once more into those wonderful squeezy motions, overtaken by the feeling of being filled so thoroughly again, that full feeling deep in her womb, and her clit winking against Big Mac’s throbbing balls setting her over. She started squirting her marecum out to join the colts’ cum already on the floor as she milked him for everything she could, blankly looking over with pleasure-glossed eyes at Braeburn, her tongue lolled out as she came even harder than before, drawing out every sperm cell she could get from Big Mac’s big balls. The sight of his cousin in such ecstasy, and Big Mac’s tense expression as he unloaded everything he had into her, had Braeburn at half-chub again, hanging limply from his sheath as he watched his cousin getting bred by her own brother.

Eventually, the torrent into her womb and from her pussy ended, reduced to mere dribbles as Big Mac’s pent-up supply finally went empty. His flare was still swollen huge, plugging up her cervix and keeping her womb full with what of his load hadn’t escaped past it as he pulled his hips back some to do so. He still felt the occasional dry, fruitless throbs he made inside her, each one bringing a tingle of pleasure, but he knew he was spent for the moment. He felt kind of bad that his first time with a mare had ended so soon, but it had felt - and still felt - so good that he couldn’t dwell on it for too long.

The feeling of Applejack’s foal-canal gently squeezing on him still, even as he grew soft in her pussy, made him remember that he’d not left her unsatisfied, with as wet as his balls felt with her cum and the memories of her clenching rhythmically around his cumming cock, her hungry womb suckling his flare for his sperm. Soon he felt his softening colthood slide from her and he dismounted, his muzzle inches from her cream-filled pussy as he did. His nostrils flared at the scent of his and Braeburn’s cum mixed with her fecund scent, making his limp dick throb despite its exhausted state.

“W-wow big bro…ya squirted so much in meh…an’ outta meh…” Applejack panted out, standing there on wobbly legs, tail still flagged. She was feeling much better after having taken two loads already, but as she looked to Braeburn and saw him at half mast again, that desire for more cock reared its head once more. “...but Ah kinda want more.”

“Sis…Ah need a few minutes…an’ some water…before we do more. Ain’t sayin’ no, by th’ Earth Ah ain’t, but…stallions an’ colts need t’ rest a bit after cummin’.” Big Mac said. Here he was, still feeling the aftershocks from his orgasm, and Applejack wanted more from him!

“Yeah, sorry AJ, but Ah think Ah need a few more minutes too. Ah do wanna do that again, though, an’ soon!” Braeburn said as Applejack then looked at him.

They then took a small break, the two stallions relaxing, laying on their backs with a nice cool drink, while Applejack had guzzled hers down and instead bided her time by gently nuzzling the colts’ balls and sheathes, drawn to their colt parts like a bear to honey. Big Mac’s balls were larger than Braeburn’s, she realized as she hefted their sacs with her nose one after the other, but Brae’s softer scrotal fur felt so much nicer on her nose. They were both half-mast as she nuzzled their sensitive balls or shafts, taking in their musk, getting that much more horny with each huff of their virile, stallion-y scent. “Right, ya ready t’ fuck some more yet?” Applejack asked after about half an hour of nuzzling and gently licking their junk while they were recovering, alternating between nuzzling their balls and licking their half-erect colthoods. Her pussy and womb were burning for more sex, especially upon seeing them both at full-staff now.

“Eeyup, Ah think so.” Big Mac said, feeling like he was quite ready to top the young mare again.

“Ah could go for some more too, with as good as ya nuzzlin’ my balls an’ dick felt,” Braeburn said, giving Applejack a sexy smile, “but what would ya say t’ doin somethin’ a bit…different this time?”

“Different? How?” Applejack asked, Big Mac looking just as curious.

“Well…ya ever heard of somethin’ called ‘double penetration’?”