Macintosh came awake slowly to the soft heat of an early summer morning. Dust motes danced in the beams of sunlight that crept through his curtains. He shifted, and the frame of his old bed creaked.
Eyes blurry with sleep, he scratched distractedly at his pubic fur with a forehoof. The sheets lay tangled around his thick, muscular frame, stuck to his red coat with sweat. His stomach growled. His bladder ached. But his cock rose in an eighteen inch pillar over his flat abs, bouncing with his pulse, as hard as if he’d been watching his special ladies doing a striptease. That was going to make taking a piss or getting breakfast a challenge.
Not that the girls would mind seeing him attempt the latter. Or the former, but someone in this house had to display a superficial vestige of honorable behavior, and if it wasn’t going to be him, who would it be?
He closed his eyes again. Maybe he could go back to sleep and the issue would resolve itself.
The hoof resting on his pubic ruff drifted to the base of his shaft. He arched his back with pleasure.
He pulled his hoof back. Nope. That would just make a big mess to clean up and add to everything else he had to do today.
He pulled his hoof back and took a long slow breath.
Images and smells of strong soft yellow and orange bodies floated through his mind. His cock twitched and drooled.
His bedroom door creaked.
Whispering.
It was like he had summoned them with his impure thoughts. He repressed a sigh, and pretended to be asleep.
Not that that would deter them, the ruthlessly insatiable little sluts. The whispering ceased, the door creaked open wide enough to admit his twenty-one-year-old little sister, and then a little wider as Applejack's ass pressed through.
Bellies and hooves shuffled across floorboards. His footboard creaked. The mattress, old and overburdened by his own weight, let alone that of his sisters, uttered a longsuffering groan of protest.
Giggling.
Tongues on the frogs of his hooves.
Electric tingles raced up his legs. He twitched and moaned.
“I knew you weren’t asleep!” said Apple Bloom.
“It’s too early for this,” He said with an absolute lack of conviction. He lifted an eyelid. They’d found the time to pull on sexy outfits before coming to see him. AJ in a red choker and fishnet stockings, Apple Bloom in a little pink corset with matching stockings and red bows all over it. Fix up their hair a little, too. It made him feel a little special, but then maybe they’d be at each other all night again and he was just dessert.
“One part of you’s wide awake and ready to get to work,” said Applejack.
“It’s just morning wood. It don’t mean nothing.”
“Long experience has taught us otherwise. Morning wood gets us our favorite dairy product as good as any other kind’a wood.”
“Cum ain’t a dairy product.”
“Why? It comes out of an animal, and it don’t hurt you to take it. Quite the opposite.And it’s white! Just like milk!”
Applejack murmured concurrence with her sister’s philosophical disputation, and wriggled her wide, muscular pony body under his thighs. Her dainty nose pushed between his thick ass cheeks. Her tongue slid across his ponut.
“I... ah... That ain’t... oh. Eyup.” Her tongue slid inside his ass, small and warm and gentle, massaging his ring of muscle in a way that made his whole body go limp. Except his dick. Which somehow got harder.
“I appreciate the attention, girls. I really do. But I gotta piss something fierce.”
A happy gasp from his sisters.
Macintosh put a hoof on his forehead. “Harmony, you want that again?”
He couldn’t see them nodding, but he could hear their brains rattling in their heads.
“Nope!”
“Aw come on!” said his sisters, though Applejack’s voice was very muffled.
He twisted his ass away from his older sister’s worshiping tongue and sat on the edge of the bed. “It ain’t your bedrooms we’re gonna be stinkin’ up.”
“Milady doth protest too much,” said Apple Bloom, pushing her sleep-mussed mane out of her face and moving off his bed to lie on her back on the floor. “You always complain, but you always stink us up when we ask. And you always cum like a freight train after.”
He sighed. “Eyup. I’m a horrible brother.”
Applejack socked him in the side. “Ain’t no brother in the county who sees to his sisters’ needs like you do. I reckon you’re the best.” She climbed off the bed, and lay next to her sister on the floorboards, hard flat belly exposed and four hooves tucked up. Apple Bloom nuzzled her cheek, and they kissed with tongues.
Macintosh’s cock throbbed so hard it hurt. Morally reluctant, but shaking with excitement, he stood over them on all fours, head tucked down so he could watch.
It took a long time to get a stream going, when he was hard. He could feel the pee crawling through his tube, the flow so heavy it made his already aching cock burn all the more. When the stream finally burst out of his crown, it was a relief that approached orgasm.
You know. A shitty, rushed orgasm. The kind his sisters never gave him.
The stream splashed across their freckled faces, and they moaned like his piss was the greatest thing in the world. Applejack hooked her forehoof behind his flare and aimed it at their open mouths. They guzzled, drinking all they could, but the stream was too wide and heavy for any two mares, and it splashed over their snouts, over their closed eyes, soaking their manes and pooling around them on the floor. Apple Bloom’s mouth filled faster than she could drink, and she pulled away, drooling, gasping for air. Applejack lunged forward and locked her mouth around his flare, drinking and drinking until his bladder ran dry.
He gritted his teeth. “Easy! Easy! You’re suckin’ too hard! You’re gonna make me shoot too soon.”
Apple Bloom nipped her sister’s cheek. “Greedy. You gonna share any of that?”
Applejack grinned, rolled over on top of Apple bloom, and pursed her lips. A trickle of spit-thinned piss poured into Apple Bloom’s open mouth.
“Holy applebats,” muttered Macintosh. Harmony never intended a brother to see such things, let alone enjoy them so much. His cock twitched so hard it slapped against his tummy. Now that his bladder was empty, he could feel his need to cum acutely. But a brother had duties. He positioned himself behind his older sister’s raised ass and dove in between her massive, iron hard cheeks.
“Fuck. Fuck. Harmony fuck,” Applejack moaned. “Up the ass. Please. I need it!”
He looped his tongue around her ponut, slicking it up before pushing it inside. His hoof went to his younger sister’s pussy, finding the clit at the top and pushing gently against it.
“I love you, Big Brother,” moaned Apple Bloom.
Applejack locked her mouth over her sister’s, and they started kissing again.
He was happy he could do them both at once like this, and not make one wait. Apple Bloom’s tastes were pretty conventional, but Applejack was an anal fiend who could usually only cum with something up her ass. Her brother’s tongue, thick and flexible and long enough to reach just the right spot, was perfect.
The sisters twisted against each other, mounds grinding, hooves roaming over one anothers’ tender young bodies. His heartbeat hammered in his cock, his balls begging for release, but he was a gentlepony. Girls gotta cum first. That was the rule.
Apple Bloom soon started spasming, her round little ass slapping the floorboards. He knew just what to do now--push his hoof down and slide it inside her dripping, stretchy pussy up to the fetlock. He slammed it into her, bumping her womb hatch until she broke her kiss and screamed with bliss.
He flattened his ears against his head and grimaced. That girl was loud. It was lucky their farm was far from town, or creatures might get the wrong idea.
“Yehaw!” hollered Applejack, tossing her head back. Her ass clamped his tongue, and she rammed her cheeks back against his cheeks. Those buttocks were hard; when it hit him he tasted copper in his nose and saw stars.
He kept licking, and he kept hoofing. He knew his duty to his family, no matter how tired his tongue and his foreleg got. He didn’t know how often they came--the numbers they reported to him seemed implausible--but he counted Applejack’s ponut clamping down three times, and Apple Bloom’s pussy crushing his fetlock four times before they pushed him back with hind hooves, too tender to continue.
His cock bobbed. A thick stream of pre shot out and splattered the piss-soaked floorboards. He grinned. It was his turn.
He pushed his cock in between his sisters’ pressed-together bellies. They guided him between their teats, and locked legs so that he was enclosed in a tight, sweaty space with his flare--now blossomed to its full width, wider than Applejack’s hooves--between their faces.
Because it was longer than their bodies. Penetration, with any mare, was a rare event for him, though he could get about half his cock into Applejack’s ass if they prepared her well enough. Certainly not something they could do for a morning quickie. But using his sisters’ bodies for a fuck toy was more than enough.
There wasn’t a lot of lubrication in between them; just some sweat and piss and a little bit of stray pussy juice, but that was all right. Macintosh liked a bit of pain. His big cock wasn’t the most sensitive, and the fine hairs of his sister's coats rubbing against it brought him the extra stimulation he craved.
The two mares hugged each other around his dick, and he thrust into their embrace, ramming his flare into faces that sucked and licked and kissed it. His powerful hips churned, his belly squashed in by Applejack’s boulder-like ass, his balls slapping Apple Bloom’s soft round cheeks. Their teats and belies and chest ruffs slid against him, stoking his desire.
“He’s shakin’,” said Applejack
Apple Bloom arched her belly hard against his thrusting dick. “That’s a good big brother.”
“Don’t hold back. Just let us have it.”
“Yeah, we ain’t had breakfast yet.”
“We love you big brother.”
“Darn’ tootin’. We love you so much.”
That did it. It was the confessions of love that always got him in the end. His balls opened up. A brightness burned through him.
By the time he came back to his senses, his sisters were already licking his cum off each other's faces. The load had mostly sprayed out onto the floor past their heads, but there was enough still to coat their cheeks and foreheads until they were unrecognizable, and even more in their tummies already.
Panting, massive barrel heaving, he watched them clean each other with gentle tongues, feeding each other mouthfuls of his load.
“You... you ladies planning on cleaning up the mess you made of my room?”
“After breakfast,” said Apple Bloom. She wrapped her lips around the softening flare of his cock--still almost too big to fit in her mouth--and sucked hard, pulling it to the top of her throat.
“Sensitive! Sensitive!”
“Must be,” said Applejack. “That’s a lot of syllables for you.”
He grunted, and pulled back, tenderly sliding his cock out from between their locked together bodies. He could swear they hugged tighter just so it was harder for him to pull out. “Imma make me some eggs and get to work. Meet me in the barn when you’re done cleanin’ up.”
“Eggs? Gross! Those came out of a chicken’s butt!” said Apple Bloom, a wry grin on her cum-spattered face.
“Who’d eat somethin’ like that?” said Applejack.
“I don’t know. Hey, you missed some cum on your neck,” said Apple Bloom.
“Can you get that for me?”
Macintosh rolled his eyes and smiled. His sisters were weird, but he sure did love them.
