Macintosh sat in the cellar, lying on his makeshift bed just staring blankly at the ceiling. It’d been a few hours since he last moved, and it was beginning to wear on his mind. Not many ponies knew what exactly ran through his mind day to day, but right now, there was a replication of a video game he once saw with two lines bouncing a pixel between them.

A knock at the door brought him out of his trance. The door opened to reveal Applejack.

“Yall c’mon out now and come git somethin’ to eat,” she beckoned him.

“Ah’ll go relieve myself, but Ah ain’t stayin’ out to eat,” he said, not quite getting up from his spot.

“Rainbow was the only violator we had come ‘round today, so Ah think it’s alright to come inside and eat,” she glared.

Mac didn’t like to argue. He much less liked to argue with his sister since she never gave up until either Mac gave up or walked away. Giving in, he followed her out of the cellar.

The two walked across the yard towards the house. The sun had just set, but there was still vivid colors painted on the sky, the brightest of stars just breaking through on the eastern horizon. They entered the house, Mac could smell cornbread cooking. He hoped maybe there were some peas to go with it, but he didn’t stop to check. Rather he went straight up the stairs to use the restroom.

He came back to the kitchen after cleaning up to find everypony at the table, plus one Twilight Sparkle. Supper carried on ceremoniously as it always had. Applejack asked Applebloom about any daily adventures she had with her friends. Granny told a tall tale or two from when she was younger. Applejack and Macintosh discussed farm business. But Twilight remained quiet through the whole thing. Even odder, she averted Applejack’s and Macintosh’s gazes, blushing hard any time she was caught.

After a few more minutes of noticing this, Mac excused himself from the table and went back outside. Part of him told himself to go back in the cellar and lock it. The other part of him wanted a drink, the kind that makes you blind. He eventually settled on the second option.

Since the barn was destroyed, he went to the tool shed next to the house. There was a false floor in the corner next to the rakes that he pulled up. He pulled out a jar which held a brown liquid. Apple pie moonshine, his own special batch. He carefully opened the jar and took a nice, long swig of the drink, letting it burn his throat as it passed.

It was raw, unbridled alcohol, but the recipe that his pa had passed down to him tamed the beast and made it taste just like one of Granny Smith’s classic apple pies. He took another long swig before capping the jar. He took it up in his mouth and left the tool shed for the cellar, planning to have a bit more before finally settling to bed.

Except that his sister was standing outside the tool shed.

“Gettin’ a little nightcap, brother?” she purred at him.

“Reckon so. Want some?” he said as he placed the jar back on the ground to use his mouth.

Applejack nodded and took the jar. She twisted the top off and took a swig twice as long of that as Mac’s, the stallion letting out a long whistle as he raised his eyebrows.

“Mighty big drank you just took,” he said.

“Reckon?” she answered as she wiped her mouth with a hoof.

Mac took the jar back from his sister and capped it.

“Ah reckon it’s time to lock up for the night,” he said before grabbing the jar back up in his mouth and continuing on his path to the cellar.

“’Spose so,” her sinister grin went unnoticed as he passed her.

Mac made his way to the cellar and went to the far corner to set the jug on the table he had set up. Applejack was at the door when he turned around.

“Yall want me to close up fer you, brother?” she asked innocently.

Detecting no malevolence in his sister’s words he just nodded as he watched her shut and lock the door. Mac turned back to the table, a sad intention in his eye as he stared at the jar of spirits in front of him.

It took him a bit to put the pieces together at the dinner table. The way Twilight had darted her eyes around and continued to shuffle herself in her seat uneasily. Whenever her eyes fell upon Mac, she blushed. When they fell on Applejack, she blushed harder and looked at the floor. Each time Applejack caught her staring, the orange earth pony let out a slight, but noticeable grin. A hungry one.

Which lead Macintosh to his theories; either AJ was planning to betray her brother and set Twilight loose upon him or AJ had rutted the librarian herself. But this conflicted with the fact that Twilight was taking medication to curb the heat.

Could be Ah’m just seein thangs, he chewed his thoughts as he opened the jar.

Mac let it settle at that for the time being as he continued to pull from the spirits in the jar. After about an hour he’d drank over half the thing, enough to knock out any lesser pony. He capped the jar and decided that was enough. He rummaged about the farm papers as the cloudy warmth of drunkenness set in. Soon, number got to where they didn’t make sense anymore nor did he care. He began to hold conversation with himself in his head about what Princess Celestia does on vacation. It got to the point where the silliness of the situation began to actually bring laughter to the stallion. He pushed the papers aside clumsily as he fought to stand, using the table at a point to keep his balance. The heavy workhorse swung himself around to lay upon his makeshift bed when a purple flash popped in the middle of the cellar.

As his eyes readjusted to the dim light of the lamp on the table, he saw what he knew to be Twilight. However, in his state, there were two of her, or so it appeared.

“’Spose your lost ain’tcha?” Mac belted out, a bit too harshly he judged after it left his mouth.

“Perhaps,” she seemed to ignore the callous words, in fact, her own defeated his with lust and hunger. She walked towards him, brining his eyes more into focus, her own half lidded eyes and a swaying rump announcing her purpose. Mac backed slowly until he found he was against the wall.

“Perhaps…” she repeated, drawing closer to the stallion. He’d backed down onto his rump, pressing his back more and more into the wall. Twilight closed the distance until her nose was just inches from his chest. She began to trace small circles on his chest and neck with one of her hooves, just running slow, intricate circles form neck to chest and back again.

Even in his drunken state, Macintosh still found the situation a bit uncomfortable. He let out a nervous cough to fill the deafening silence.

“Miss Sparkle-“ he started before being cut off by that purple hoof shoving into his chest, pressing his back fully against the wall. Twilight used it to climb up to meet his face. He stared into her eyes for moments he did not count. Of course they were tinged with the lust of the heat, but something else tamed her look. He wasn’t staring at a heat-crazed mare, rather, one that looked to him with passion.

“Mr. Macintosh,” she cooed as she drew her muzzle mere millimeters from his, never breaking eye contact. “Why do you hold back? Do you not believe in acting upon your desires?”

“Not in such manners that take advantage of fillies in heat,” he wanted to add a sting to his words, but the majestic purple eyes kept him from doing so.

“We all have needs, Mac. That’s all this is. You’re not taking of advantage of anypony when they come asking,” Twilight kept his eyes locked into hers. “That’s the difference right here and now compared to how *sigh* Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy tend to go about it.”

The stallion thought about this for long moments. The logic was sound. The other fillies that ever preyed on him usually never asked and tried to take him by force.

But here was Twilight, a mare of his dreams, asking.

“Won’t you help me with my needs, Macintosh?” she added some extra seduction to that line.

Macintosh barely even nodded, but it was enough of a movement to be noticed and acknowledged by both parties.

Twilight smiled as she pressed their snouts together, a fiery kiss lasting only a couple of seconds before pulling back, “Good.”

She dived back in, pressing her lips to his, her tongue skated across his lips, barely venturing into his mouth. Darting little movements she made with her tongue, but enough to taste the alcohol on his breath. It drove her further into the kiss, the bitter tinge of alcohol against the sweet and faint taste of apple pie.

Eventually Mac began to respond, lashing his broad tongue against hers. He pushed into her lips, his own passion beginning to rise. Eventually he had forced her tongue back into her mouth, taking the battle to the enemy, as it were. She tasted of things much sweeter than the drink still lingering in his mouth. Flowers and honey, he likened it to, and it was wonderful.

The kiss led to an embrace as Mac wrapped his forelegs around the mare and pulled her in close. She responded in kind, rubbing up against his chest. The smell of her sex began to grow evident to both parties, the heavy musk driving both of them wilder.

It eventually caught inside Mac’s head what exactly was going on. His body began to respond in the way a stallion’s body would in this circumstance. He could feel himself hardening and sliding out of his sheath. As it did, his head began to poke at Twilight’s soft belly. She only squirmed more firmly into it, driving him harder. The movements of the mare started to lead to discomfort for the workhorse, his lessening in his kiss made them both aware.

Twilight backed down off of him, but before he could follow her down, she engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth. His body jerked on instinct as she wrapped her magnificent tongue around his head, gently sucking the whole time. She kept this up for a few moments as he relished in the feeling. At one point she let him pop out of her mouth, her tongue blazing a trail from the head, down the shaft and to the base. She kissed his rod all the way back up before wrapping her mouth around his head again. At this, Macintosh become sub-pony, only moans of pleasure making their way out of the stallion.

After Twilight was done bringing him to full arousal, she smiled at her work and kissed his head again. She strutted over to the bed as the stallion tried to keep himself upright with his newly found forelegs. Twilight only brought her forelegs onto the bed, bringing them under her chest and presenting her plump rear to the stallion. She flicked her tail at him and shook her rump at him while staring at his eyes, so lovingly and passionately.

“Come, my stallion,” lust practically falling out of her mouth.

He obliged, but slowly. He brought his nose to her rear, his nostrils flaring at both his excitement and her smell. The hot breath coming out of his nose tickled and teased at her slit, causing Twilight to moan in anticipation.

“Please,” she said, sounding a little more desperate.

Macintosh had resolved a long time ago that his first time was going to be just the way he liked to do things, nice and slow. He drew his tongue across her sex, a sharp breath catching in the mare’s throat. He did it again and was greeted with the same response. The musky smell faded a bit as her taste ran over his tongue. She also tasted of flowers on this end, lavender to be exact. He lapped at her lips a bit longer before moving his tongue inward to split them. He then worked slow circles across her marehood, every now and again grazing her nub.

Twilight hadn’t honestly expected this of a stallion such as Macintosh. Given his inexperience with such matters never really gave probable cause to believe he would try such a thing on his first time. Not that it mattered. It felt good. And being her first time with a stallion made it all the much sweeter to her.

Macintosh kept up his work for a while, Twilight choking back sobs and moans of pure ecstasy as her rear twitched. Her fire of passion only grew hotter the longer he went on about his business. Her sex began moisten more and more as the seconds ticked by. Just when she thought she couldn’t take much more, he wrapped his lips on her nub, sending her over the edge. A quiet whimper escaped her lips as she came. Mac flinched when something wet hit his face. He surely wasn’t expecting that. Twilight’s legs tensed and relaxed as her orgasm wore on. Her face beamed with joy as she rode the waves of passion.

She came down after some time, turning back to Macintosh, whom was still grappling with the fact that she had in fact just came on his muzzle. She giggled as she turned herself to bring his face to hers. She licked her juices off of him before kissing him deeply.

And somewhere amidst this display, the stallion was still at full attention. Once this had caught Twilight’s eye, her fires of lust and passion were ablaze once more. She positioned herself as she had before, with her rump off the edge of the bed.

“Don’t tease me any longer,” she giggled lustfully, staring into his eyes in a way that she meant to control his mind.

This time, Mac obliged fully. He climbed over the top of the purple mare, his cock probing at her sex. After finally settling in for his line, he began to push into her, slowly.

“Oh!” she shut her eyes at the sudden pressure in her body.

Macintosh grunted at the tightness of her hole. He continued to press into her slowly, little gasps escaping out of the mare below him as she forged ahead.

Twilight eventually felt a pop and what felt like her body tearing on the inside. It hurt, sharply. She winced, drawing in a sharp breath which prompted the genital invasion from the stallion. She placed a hoof on his chest, holding him in place. She’d been told her first time would hurt, but that it would pass and not to fear it. After a few moments, she wiggled herself around him, welcomed again by pure bliss. She took her hoof off of him, and he continued forward.
Twilight’s tongue was practically lolling out of her mouth by the time Macintosh buried himself to the base. He didn’t quite bottom out in her, but his girth was more than she even first thought when she was blowing him. She wiggled underneath him, prodding him to action.

The stallion pulled out as slowly as he entered, the mare almost whimpering in disappointment the whole way. Just as his head began to emerge, he started forward again, just only a little bit faster. As he filled her again, she couldn’t hold back the sounds she so desperately wanted to make. A pathetic little cry passed through her lips as his hips found her rump. It was followed by a long, desperate moan as he withdrew. In and out, slowly gaining momentum. It was all wonderful to Twilight. She’d never expected it to be this good.

Her lust ultimately outran her patience. She started moving her rear at her own speed, prompting the stallion to work faster. Catching on, the workhorse picked up the pace, thrusting into the mare faster and faster. The speed and force carried by each thrust began to resonate in the room with a delightful smack as her cheeks were struck by his hips. Delicious ripples in her rear carried up to her belly on each impact.

The two lost themselves somewhere along the way to the passion they now shared. Mac worked at the mare ferociously, pounding at her until she squealed with delight on each thrust. She responded in kind by meeting his thrusts. The wet smacking sounds were lost to the two as they worked fervently towards a common goal. Twilight couldn’t tell, but the blush on her face was intense. Not that she cared. Macintosh was just downright fucking her, and she loved it.

Even with the gusto both ponies had, there was a breaking point approaching. Mac could feel himself readying for his climax. He was just about to say something about it when Twilight turned her head to look at him. Between the lust in her eyes and the blush on her face, Macintosh lost it.

“Ah’m gonna…” he started, panting hard.

“Go,” she gasped. “Inside me.”

Macintosh went to form a rebuttal, but the look in her eyes had other plans.

“Please,” she begged. “I’m so *uhhh* close…”

With that argument lost, Mac lowered his head, focusing on fucking this beautiful purple mare beneath him. His mare.

And just like that, he made her his mare. He felt her walls constrict around him just as they both climaxed. Her tight walls milked at his cock, coercing his orgasm further. She squealed and threw her head back. Her grunts of pleasure timed with her pulsing in her sex. Her plump rear shook as her orgasm rocked her body. She could feel his cock jerking inside of her, his seed pooling at her womb. The sheer thought of such filthiness pushed her over another climax, the world seemingly going white for her.

Mac moaned as he emptied his seed inside of her. His cocked pulsed as her walls clenched around him and milked his cock. As his orgasm ended, he felt Twilight hit another one beneath him, her sex threatened to pinch his member if he threatened to pull out. It was just so, dirty. And hot.

He gently pushed into her, driving her onto the bed. Once he had the two on the bed, he laid her down on her side, snuggling up behind her. His cock remained inside her. They lay like that for an indeterminable amount of time as Twilight eventually settled into her afterglow, coming back to the waking world. Her breathing slowed, and long, pleasure filled moans emanated out of her.

She lifted her head to look at the wonderful red stallion that had just taken her to new levels of pleasure. He was staring back at her with that same laconic stare he always wore, plus a slight grin on his lips.

“Hey you,” she said.

“Heh,” was all he had strength for at the moment.

She lifted her head enough to bring their faces closer. Mac strained himself to meet her part of the way, but it was worth it. That sweet kiss she had was just what he needed right now.

The two cuddled and kissed for some time, neither caring about anything other than the little world that held them there.

It wasn’t long before both grew passionate fires again, and the sounds and sensations of sensual and passionate love flowed freely.

Much to the chagrin of the pink pony outside the door…

“I kinda hoped they wouldn’t, but I guess they did. I wanted some of ol’ Mackie up in my rump,” Pinkie glanced at the ground before joining the orange apple farmer just a few steps away.

“Well Ah ‘spose this is more what they wanted anyway,” Applejack chuckled. “After Ah fucked it outta Twilight, that is.”

“They do make a cute couple,” the pink mare nuzzled up to the farmer.

“Eeyup,” Applejack returned the sentiment.

“Sooooo…” Pinkie started off uncomfortably, not a usual characteristic of the pony.

“Yup. Rutted her good, just like Ah planned. Got her to see what she wanted and actin’ on it. I doubt makin’ Mac do the honors coulda been done within a century.”

“Was she good?” Pinkie returned to smiling.

“Darn tootin’,” Applejack winked. “But not near as fine as you in the sack.”

“It was her first time!” Pinkie jabbed AJ in the side.

“Yeah, Ah reckon we shoulda waited on it bit though. Fer the meds to wear off a bit more like they have now,” Applejack put a hoof to her chin. “Woulda been less embarrassed and awkward and more sexy and fun.”

“Speaking of sexy and fun! Maybe we should go check on Dashie and see if she’s out of her sex coma yet!”

“How hard did you rut her?”

“Oh, you know. She got to babbling nonsense and something about that Daring Doo on her fourth time,” Pinkie giggled.

Applejack whistled impressively as she walked away from the cellar door and towards the driveway.

“Actually, Pinkie, Ah had half a mind to go pound Rarity somethin’ fierce. We ain’t never had her before.”

“Well, that might be a bit of a problem,” Pinkie looked at the ground sheepishly.

“Wait…did you…?” Applejack raised an eyebrow when she looked back at the pink party pony.

“Uhhh…with her and Fluttershy…in the spa…with the spa sisters….” Pinkie blushed, a very rare sight.

“Woah nelly! Yall mean to tell me there was a full on orgy down at the spa?”

Pinkie nodded and grinned.

Applejack walked back to her friend, smacking her pink rump hard with a hoof.

“And not invite me? That’s going to cost you,” a smack each emphasized word landed on the party pony’s now red rump.

“I’m sorry mistress,” Pinkie cooed.

“Oh no, you’re not sorry,” Applejack smacked Pinkie’s rump once more. “Not yet.”

The two ponies walked towards town in the night, Pinkie sulking slightly beside Applejack.

And as wet as could be.

Author's Note

Eeyup.