Saddle Up, 2024

by Some Leech

Apple Brandy and Big Mac

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Apple Brandy grunted, his muscles burning and straining under the immense weight of the cart he pulled. “Nnnngh.”

Even though Granny Smith and Apple Bloom couldn’t only do so much throughout the harvest season, mostly helping with packing bushels of apples or less strenuous work, their absence left a hole to fill. Brandy and Mac, her older brother, were left to do everything - everything on the farm, but he couldn’t be too upset. It wasn’t every day that Ms. Cheerilee coordinated a field trip, and she rarely asked for chaperones, so him and Mac would pick up the slack on their own.

Fortunately, Brandy had come up with a solution to help him with his toils. Zecora was renown for making all sorts of potions, ranging from the novel to the extraordinary, so he’d gone to her for a little pick-me-up. The good news was that the elixir he’d downed that morning had done the trick wondrously, giving him tons of energy and making him feel like a million bits - the bad news was that it seemed to have done more than just affect his performance.

Shaking his head, he crested a hill and set his sights on the family barn. He wasn’t going to let this get to him - nope, not even a little bit. Getting all fired up was all well and good - heck, it was actually pretty dang useful at times, but this was getting ridiculous! As he soldiered on, hauling the apple-laden cart behind him, his mood darkened.

Every stallion got distracted sometimes, their mind wandering to cute mares or ponies that struck their fancy, although it was like that dang elixir had dialed his sex-drive up to the extreme - sure, it probably didn’t help that he hadn’t gotten laid in forever, but that wasn’t an excuse. For the past several hours, he’d had nothing but juicy flanks and big, meaty tushies assailing his thoughts. As awkward as it was to be working while constantly distracted by his raging libido, there wasn’t a darn thing he could do about it.

Pulling the wagon into the cavernous structure, he slowed to a halt and began freeing himself. Without having anypony to unload the cart, he was going to have to deal with the job by his lonesome - to make matters all the more aggravating, there wasn’t anypony to undo the straps securing him to the darn thing. He grumbled as he shifted and fiddled breeches.

Come on, you stupid…” he cursed.

This was fine - well, no, it wasn’t fine, but it was better than the alternative. The only pony around who could lend him a helping hoof was Mac, and he was glad that the big lug wasn’t around - not because he didn’t love his big brother, but because of that stupid potion. While he’d never breathed a word of it to anypony, he had some very questionable feelings about his older sibling - feelings that could and in all likelihood would put him in a sticky situation.

He faltered as an image of Mac pranced through his brain. It may have been a closely guarded secret that he found his brother attractive, although nearly everypony in Ponyville knew he was into stallions - specifically ones on the large size. Shivering and feeling blood surge to his loins, he snorted and set his jaw. Nope - he wasn’t about to let his imagination get the best of him, not again.

“There,” he huffed as he trotted out from between the shafts of the cart.

He could have - would have started unloading apples into baskets to bring into town that afternoon, although he needed to get his head on first. Cantering past the wagon and out of the barn, he shielded his eyes from the sunlight. Rinsing himself down with the hose would be just the ticket to cool him off in a literal and figurative sense - at least, that’s what he hoped.

Moving around to the side of the structure, he stumbled and nearly fell. Standing not a dozen paces away, holding a flowing hose over his head, was none other than Big Mac. The sight of the stallion glistening in the midday sun, looking like a centerfold in an issue of PlayMare, gave him a moment for pause.

Mac was a big stallion, being both taller and more heavily built than himself, and he was very, very easy on the eyes. The crimson coat, golden mane, and emerald eyes would have been enchanting enough in and of themselves, yet they were only a small part of the stud’s appeal. Everypony had their own opinion of what beautiful was - for Brandy, his brother was perfection made manifest.

Brandy licked his lips as his eyes danced over Mac’s adonic frame. Beefy? Check. The strong, silent type? Check. Sexy as all get-out? Oh buddy - yeah, that was a big check. Gazing longingly at his sibling’s massive, meaty flank, he swallowed hard. If Mac hadn’t been his kin - sweet Celestia, the things he’d do to…

A cold pit formed in his stomach when he realized Mac had stopped showering himself off. Falteringly turning his eyes up and over at his brother’s face, he froze. He’d been caught with his hoof in the cookie jar, eyeing up the stud like a delicious slice of apple pie, and he was going to have to act fast if he didn’t want to end up in hot water.

H…hey there - Cough,” Brandy began, clearing his throat and buying some time to compose himself. “Hey there, Mac. Ah thought you was over in the other side of the orchard.”

Mac peaked a brow and glanced over his shoulder at a fully-loaded cart of apples. Shoot - how could he not have seen the dang wagon?! Pinching the bridge of his snout, Brandy hung his head. Great - now he’d just made himself look like an idiot.

“Well - heh - you need any help with getting it unloaded?” he asked. “Ah just pulled a cart into the barn myself. I figure we could get the job done quicker if…”

Brandy silenced himself by clamping a hoof over his muzzle. What in the world was he even saying?! The last thing he needed was to spend any time around the muscle-bound stud! Turning away, more than willing to take a brief, awkward exchange over his lustful imaginings, he yelped when a spray of cold water hit his backside.

“Hey!” he yelped, whirling around and leering at his brother. “You think that’s funny?”

Snickering to himself, Mac lowered the hose. “Eeeeyup.”

Simply hearing Mac’s sonorous tone was enough to send a thrilled jolt through Brandy. Mac didn’t say much, he never had and probably never would, but his voice was incredible. Shifting just enough to conceal his growing erection, he grimaced.

“Well knock it off,” he groused. “We got work to - w…what are you doin?”

As quiet as ever, Mac lumbered over and loomed above him. His mouth went dry, his pupils shrank, and he fought the urge to bolt as he peered up and into his brother’s eyes. He could lose himself in those big, gorgeous green saucers for days, but that would be courting disaster. Knowing he had to get away, lest his compulsions get the best of him, he took a small step back.

Mac pursued, inching closer as he went to retreat. Just as he went to ask his brother what he was doing, he drew a breath and shuddered. An alluring scent wafted to his nostrils that did nothing to hinder his taboo desires. As he warred against his forbidden lust, his mind short-circuited.

It was only when Mac listed to one side and looked beneath him, unquestionably at his stallionhood, that the faintest inkling of an insane notion hit him. He blinked and scrambled back in disbelief. This had to be a joke - that or he was misreading the situation.

“Quit horsin’ around,” he bleated, his voice wavering and unsteady. “It ain’t like ya haven’t seen me worked up before! Ah…Ah was just thinking about - uh - that cute fella I saw in town the other day - yeah, that’s it.”

With his eyes going half-lidded, Mac gave an amused snort and turned away. Brandy sighed weakly, immeasurably relieved that his torment was at an end, and rubbed a forehoof against his face. That had been way, way too close for comfort! If things had kept going the way they’d been going, he might have had a hard time explaining…

As he lifted his gaze, his eyes widened in shock. Mac hadn’t left or gone back to his cart - instead, he’d leaned forward, taken a broad stand, and swayed his massive rear from side to side. With his jaw on the floor, he stared at the most exquisite ass he’d ever seen. Of all the rumps in all of Equestria, his brother had to have one of the nicest - shoot, even the Princesses didn’t have as much cake as him!

Brandy’s stallionhood leapt to life, jerking up and smacking against his belly at the impeccable view. He would have given anything - anything to do more than just look at her brother’s fat, fuckable ass. Squinting and dipping his head, he spotted Mac’s rigid length. Fooling around and picking fun at one another wasn’t all that uncommon between them, but getting a boner out of nowhere sure as heck was.

Tearing his eyes off Mac’s tush, he wiped sweat from his brow. “If y…you don’t cut it out, I’d think you was tryin’ to rile me up.”

Eeeyup,” Mac murmured as he reached back and spread his pillowy buns apart.

Ok - hold the buck up. While Brandy could forgive his brother for pretending to seduce him, this sure didn’t feel like any sort of an act. Gawking at Mac’s plump, twitching pucker, he inched forward. It would have been a tall order for him to figure out if this was a charade or not, although there was one way he could test it.

Reaching out, he slid a forehoof up the back of Mac’s thigh. “Hah! Bet’cha didn’t think ah’d - Nnf?!”

Mac rocked his hips back and buried Brandy’s face in his backside. “Nnnope!”

“Hnnm nf hph?!” Brandy’s response was muffled entirely by Mac’s rump.

The second he drew a breath, filling his lungs with the earthy, sweaty musk covering his brother, it was all over. His heart pounded away in his bosom, his libido went hog-wild, and his cock throbbed with anticipation. This wasn’t some game, nor was it a jest of any sort. Though he couldn’t wrap his head around it, Mac wanted this.

Still on the fence, clinging desperately to what little common sense he had left, Brandy reared back. “Is…is this because Granny and Bloom are gone for the week?”

“Eeeyup!” Mac enthusiastically chirped.

“A…and,” Brandy continued, “you were plannin’ on getting - Ahem - some lovin’ from me this whole time?”

Mac nodded while peeking over his shoulder. “Eeeyup!”

To Tartarus with it - Brandy had been given the go-ahead, he was hornier than a three-peckered billygoat, and he was so hard that it hurt. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, he dove in and hotly made out with Mac’s ass. What Granny and Apple Bloom didn’t know wouldn’t kill them, and he wasn’t going to say anything if Mac kept his big mouth shut about the intimate sibling bonding.

He could tell that Mac had plotted for something like this. The distinct yet subtle tang of lube mingled with sweat on his tongue, driving him wild with lust. He’d longed for this for years, ever since he’d been a little colt, and now he was turning his fantasies into a reality.

Never in a thousand years would he have guessed that his brother was so kinky, normally being stoic and hard to read, but hearing Mac definitely knew what he was doing. Deeply kissing the big bottom’s rear, he moaned and ran his tongue around the soft, velvety pucker pressed to his lips. The taste was incredible, masculine without being overpowering, and he knew - knew it would feel fantastic clamped around his cock.

The thought of actually getting to rut his brother was as insane as it was sinful. He couldn’t count how many times he’d fantasized about Mac while he was plowing the heck out of one of those flimsy sex-toys they sold down at Barnyard Bargains, but those times were a thing of the past. So long as he performed well enough, he was absolutely, positively sure that the two of them would be sneaking off to fool around behind Granny’s back.

Pulling back with a soft pop, he smack’s Mac’s ample behind. “Bet you love that ~ don’tcha?”

E…eeeyup,” Mac whimpered.

Yeah you do,” Brandy snickered as he pulled on his brother’s tail. “Ah reckon ya probably always wanted your little brother to rut you ‘til you was trottin’ funny ~ huh?”

Mac’s tail tried to flag while he glanced back. “Mm-hmm.”

Brandy was going to draw this out, testing the waters and seeing if his theory about Mac was true, but hearing the desire in his brother’s voice was the final nail in his coffin. Pulling away and rearing onto his hind legs, he locked his forehooves over his brother’s hips. As he thrust forward and sheathed his length, the breath hitched in his throat.

Mac didn’t feel good - no, he felt absolutely fantastic. Just snug enough to firmly grasp his stallionhood, without being so tight as to be uncomfortable, the crimson stud’s pucker was a dream come true. Humping away without a care in the world, Brandy closed his eyes and sought to get into a comfortable position.

It may have been his imagination, but that elixir he’d gotten seemed to double as one heck of an aphrodisiac. Though his muscles were already sore and worn from the work earlier that morning, he was brimming with energy. If somepony had told him he’d end up rutting the heck out of his brother that day, he would have dismissed the absurd notion on the spot - nevertheless, that’s just what fate had held in store for him.

While he gradually dialed up the intensity of his thrusts, beating his hips against Mac’s rearward plunges, a nagging issue began wearing at him. The sex was awesome, easily the best he’d ever had, but it wasn’t quite perfect - luckily, he had a solution that would kill two birds with one stone. Looking over and spying a disused crate resting against the side of the barn, he firmly smacked his brother’s ass.

“Hold up for a sec,” he breathed. Pulling out, he rushed over to the wooden box and tipped it over. “C’mon over and get comfy, big fella.”

Mac nodded as he got to his hooves, scampered to the crate, and threw himself upon it. His presentation was immaculate, resting his tush on the sturdy wooden box while holding his fetlocks in his forehooves, and it left nothing to be desired. One small drawback of railing a stallion as big as him was that most ponies would struggle to mount him from behind - a problem that was solved by propping his hind parts on the sturdy container.

Leaping onto Mac, Brandy picked up where he’d left off with flourish. Now with a view of his brother’s face, getting to see the stud’s beautiful eyes and blushing features, his lecherous desires took over him. He’d tried - oh how he’d tried to restrain himself to make the moment at least slightly romantic, but his passion would not be denied.

He grunted and snarled as he lost himself to his rut-lust. This wasn’t simply sex, this was breeding. Every deep plunge caused Mac’s belly to bulge outward slightly, the steady plap plap plap of his balls against his brother’s ass rang in his ears, and the taut, fleshy ring clinging to his pistoning length quivered wildly. No matter what he did, even if he bit his tongue or tried to distract himself, there was nothing he could do to hold himself back.

His balls tensed and snuggled up to his groin, preparing to unleash their load, while he clamped his eyes shut and raged against the inevitable. The longer he could hold out, the more he’d cum - the more he’d cum, the deeper he’d mark Mac as his mate. Mate - the word resonated in his mind, evoking all manner of depraved thoughts and inclinations.

Y…ya like that,” he snarled, peeking downward while he demolished his brother’s p-spot. “Gonna make you - Holy…”

Mac quietly mewled, stifling himself by holding his forehooves to his muzzle, while jizz oozed and weakly gushed from his tremendous cock. The sight and hushed sounds of making his brother climax undid him on an existential level. He’d always wondered what it would take to get his sibling off, and now he had his answer.

Taking Mac’s hind hooves and driving them to either side of his head, Brandy drove his brother into a mating press and pulled out all the stops. Now that he’d quite literally fucked the cum out of the big lug, he could finally get some satisfaction himself. As he hammered away and skyrocketed toward his release, Mac craned his neck and kissed him.

The passionate gesture was the finishing blow. Hotly making out with Mac, he came - he came harder than he ever had before. Shot after shot of virile spunk raced through his throbbing, flared stallionhood, painting the stud’s depths with his essence, while he lost himself to a maelstrom of ecstasy.

Time passed, their bodies grew still, and yet their kiss endured until they’d both ridden out their orgasms together. Pulling away and locking eyes, they both smiled, then snickered and broke into laughter. What they’d done was absolutely absurd, and it would get each of them into no small amount of trouble if anypony found out about it, but they were happy.

Dang,” Brandy cursed as he shuffled back and released Mac’s legs. “If’n you’d told me you were wantin’ some lovin’ like that, ah would have - hold up,” he muttered, spying something odd on his brother’s distended belly. “Mac, ah didn’t know you had a tattoo.”

Mac peered down at himself and cocked his head in confusion. Emblazoned upon his lower abdomen, below his navel and above his groin, was a strange, stylized heart. Brandy thought the thing was pretty cute, if not kind of silly, and momentarily wondered if it was something temporary Mac had gotten for the occasion.

“Personally, if’n you was tryin’ to get me riled up, I would’ve gone with a tramp stamp,” Brandy joked. Stepping around to Mac’s side, he offered a forehoof. “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up, grab a bite to eat, then get back to work. If we finish up quick enough, maybe we can go another round before we both conk out tonight.”

Though he nodded and took the proffered hoof, Mac’s eyes lingered on the mark on his stomach. Poor fella - he was probably so dang cum-drunk that he forgot he’d put the thing on himself! As Brandy helped him up and stuck to his side, making sure he didn’t lose his balance, he couldn’t help but think where the peculiar sigil had come from and what it was supposed to mean…

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