[Director's Cut] Magical Mystery Cure

Rarity had her hooves full. Maddeningly, she spent a few hours churning out dresses, much to Applejack’s chagrin.

“Why Rarity, I had no idea you were so talented!” Applejack exclaimed, “If I’da known sooner I’da hired you on full time as my assistant.”

Rarity grimaced, a flurry of pins and needles shooting in and out of the fabric before her. She bobbed her head distractedly in agreement, “Mmhm, of course Applejack.”

“Hey, everypony,” the bell to the Boutique tingled, Twilight Sparkle had returned with a basketful of gems. “Can I have your attention for a minute?”

Rarity’s style was miles away from Applejack’s homely designs. The alabaster equine demanded more flair, meaning more time spent collecting rare materials. Rarity, it made sense. After all, what separates a designer’s fashions is in the name.

“There’s kind of a situation over at Sweet Apple Acres,” Twilight continued.

The droning noise of the sewing machine stopped. Nopony wanted to assume anything. Pinkie was notorious for causing calamity; she was rather inconsistent at her job. Baking apple pies, frying fritters, or making cider all came naturally enough. But sometimes the water main broke, or a fence needed fixing, or an orchard caught fire, again. Honestly Sweet Apple Acers would probably be better off if Discord were in charge.

Rainbow Dash perked up, happy she found an excuse to leave the boutique, “So you gonna tell us what’s going on, or are we gonna have to find out for ourselves?”

“I’ll just say Pinkie hasn’t really started her picking yet,” Twilight said.

“She ain’t shipped out any apples?” Applejack gasped horrified. “If they don’t get the first harvest out there could be an apple shortage. They could lose their contract, the farm-“

“Well,” interrupted Twilight before Applejack could go full tilt, “I’m sure we could do a lot to help. Why don’t we go pay Pinkie Pie a visit?” Twilight took a moment to wink and nod at her friends, assuring them of this foolproof plan to cure Applejack. It had worked for the rest of them, so why stop now?

“Say no more,” Rarity declared, standing up with a dramatic flourish even though Twilight was finished speaking. “Girls, we have to help.”

“Mmmkay,” squeaked Fluttershy ready to go along with just about anything at this point.

“Finally!” shouted Rainbow. And they were off.

Sweet Apple Acres came into view and it was mostly as Twilight remembered: red barn, shingle roof, white picket fence, a weather vane twirling indiscriminately. But something was definitely different, not that she could put a hoof on it. Maybe it was the skeletons of trees standing out in the orchards? Maybe it was the dilapidated look of the farm house itself? But likely, it was the absence of hooves striking apple trees. Red spheres cavalcading down into waiting wicker repositories.

“Uhhh, where is everypony?” Dash asked.

“Yer guess is as good as mine…” Applejack responded.

Bang, bang, bang.

The sound of a hammer echoed through the farm and Fluttershy jumped at the noise. Pinkie wobbled atop a ladder, hammer attempting to nail a new storm drain to the barn. And she was not having a good time.

“Oh grandma’s bootstraps!” cursed the perky pink pony, another swing missing its mark. This time the blow came down squarely on her fore-hoof. Comically, a red bruise appeared as she took it into her mouth to coddle the injury. Being an earth pony manual repairs were not always the easiest.

“Whoa there, what’re ya doing there sugarcube?” Applejack said, running to stabilize the ladder before her friend could end her bit in a pratfall.

“Trying to fix this darn water chute,” Pinkie fumed giving the gutter a hard smack, as though by doing so it would fix itself.

“Is that really the most important thing to be doing right now?” Twilight said sarcastically, shifting her gaze to the unattended orchard.

“Well it sure isn’t going to fix itself,” the pink pony pouted, demonstrating she at least learned that much from her foray.

Rainbow took the opportunity to fly up and grab the hammer from Pinkie. Fluttershy, on the other side, tried to talk the pink pony down, “Ummm, Pinkie? Don’t you think it would be more productive if we went to go pick apples?”

“Uuuggghhh, fine!” Pinkie fumed, “There’s so much to do around here it really doesn’t matter anyway. Let’s just do whatever.”

The concession allowed the pair of pegasi to return Pinkie to the ground. Being back in her natural state however did not seem to improve her demeanor in the slightest.

“Can we just get this over with?” Pinkie sighed, exasperated.

Bucking trees is hard work. Trying it once, Twilight decided levitating apples was more her speed. Rarity, repulsed by hard labor, followed suit. Colored auras filled the tree tops as the unicorns went about their work. Though, Rarity scrutinizing each apple she picked did bottleneck production. It also stands to reason that being a pegasus would be helpful in such a situation. Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy easily harvested a couple bushels from the branches. Flitting in and out, hooves full of the sweet fruit until their payload dropped into the waiting vessels. Most demeaning though, was seeing Applejack out bucking Pinkie Pie. Earth pony against earth pony, the two of them the only ones not clued in to the cutie marks the situation. Pinkie could see by comparison that even with the extra experience, she was terrible at her job. The loss deepened her depression even more.

After multiple baskets had filled, Pinkie addressed her companions, “Alright everyone, that’s good enough, let’s get these to the barn. I’ll go call Big Mac.”

“Jeeze,” huffed Rainbow Dash in Twilight’s ear, “she sure is different when she’s not having fun twenty-four seven.”

“Let’s just focus on getting Applejack fixed for now. We can deal with Pinkie later,” replied Twilight.

“Don’t worry guys. I know its Applejack’s turn to have sex,” a voice assured them flatly.

“What?” Twilight said, assuming she misheard. Turning, the unicorn and the pegasus were greeted by their pink compatriot.

“I thought you went to-” Rainbow stammered.

“Oh don’t worry about that you silly fillies. I know this is the Applejack chapter. I’ll get my chance in the next one. Anyways Big Mac’s here so go take these baskets over to his cart.” Pinkie hoofed over towards a horse drawn (obviously) cart.

The two ponies shrugged it off as 'being Pinkie' and loaded their apples aboard the card. At least it looked like Applejack was having fun.

“Whoo-wee,” Applejack exclaimed, lowering her hind legs in one final motion as more apples tumbled down around her. “This apple-buckin’ stuff ain’t half bad.”

The big red stallion next to her responded with an, “Eeeyup,” pulling up his wooden cart, now brimming with product.
Loading the bushels on, Applejack breathed out heavily. It sure was warm out. And doing all that work sure had gotten her rather hot and bothered. She displaced her hat, fanning herself.

“So yer, Pinkie’s brother huh?” Applejack took the opportunity to strike up a friendly conversation.

“Eeeyup,” confirmed Big Mac.

“Well it’s been a real pleasure working with ya ‘n everything,” Applejack noted.

“Mmm-hmm,” agreed Macintosh. He was a pony of few words.

Being a clothier her entire life Applejack was amazed how the farm work seemed to come to her so naturally. Obviously, by body type she was less delicate than Twilight or Rarity, nothing unusual for an earth pony that didn’t have the convenience of magic. But still, making dresses and staying inside nearly every day? She must be blessed.

Health wise she really was an exemplary model of a female. And before her was the same, but a male. Usually Applejack was not physically attracted to a pony in the sense of being “smitten,” but as it were she had never laid eyes on somepony like Big Mac before. Rarity was right to have said all those things. The farm colt was sexy. The two of them sweat glistening in the late afternoon heat, muscles rippling under that shaggy red coat. Close proximity made her feel kinda funny. Her legs wobbled struggling to keep her upright. Maybe it was from the apple-bucking, but the dripping slit between back legs indicated it was probably something else. Unintentionally, she flicked her tail back and forth. Hoping maybe he’d get aroused as well.

“Say there Big Macintosh let me give you a hoof with those apples,” She said lashing a rope to the wagon to help him out.

Yeah, I’ll just offer some friendly help, the tan mare said to herself. Any excuse would have been fine really. Together they took the load down to the barn.

“Thanks for the help Applejack.” Big Mac said after they had emptied the cart. He knew her name. Her heart fluttered. Wow, she was a lot hornier than she initially thought.

“No problem there partner,” Applejack said, taking a moment to consider her next words carefully. Typically she was good at controlling herself, hormones be damned.

Ooohhh, not now Applejack, there’s no time for this. You gotta job to do she told herself.

All work and no pleasure. That’s how things always were with her. Never getting a break to relax and let loose. No, she was always stuck in the boutique taking care of other ponies’ needs allowing them to dictate her schedule. Today had been the first day in a while she had actually been outside. And well, consarn it, this time she was going to take care of her own needs! By now her heat had grown beyond mildly irritating. Like an itch she couldn’t scratch. One few mares could, as they were ill equipped. Usually they needed assistance.

Applejack turned to Big Mac who was still oblivious. One way or another now that the two of them were alone she had to get some.

“Hey is there anything else I can help you with Big Mac?” asked Applejack playfully.

“Nope,” Big Mac said pushing a final bushel of apples to the corner of the barn.

Frustrated with her inept flirting, Applejack was determined to put herself out there a little more.

“Are you suuuure there’s nothing two hard working ponies like us would rather be doing? You know, now that we’re done with work,” This time she brushed him with her tail, meeting his eyes with her own.

“Err, uhhh,” Big Mac stammered unsure how to respond. Boys were always so cute when they’re like that. He just needed some incentive. Verification it was okay from her.

“C’mon Macintosh,” Applejack pleaded, “real quick. We’re both adults. Nopony has to know ‘bout this except us.”

With that, Applejack took her quivering mouth and leaned into his. Surprised, the red colt’s lips parted allowing Applejack to slip her tongue over teeth and into his oral cavity. They licked against one another playfully, enjoying the dissipation of tension as inhibitions loosed. Sweet saliva strands emulsified between the ponies’ snouts tethering them to one another. Frantically they pushed against one another trying to enjoy the embrace of their tongues before Applejack drew back a little, luring her mate. Mac took the initiative. How could he not? From receiving such a sensual kiss the stallion already stood at full mast, ready to take her, breathing lustfully. Anticipating this moment, Applejack prepared to send him over the edge. To make sure that he would mount her and wouldn’t stop bucking until she had been properly seeded.

It was a technique she had seen before. Something encountered when doing research for Playmare. Backing up, she offered her hindquarters to Mac, gyrating hips to direct his gaze to her rear. A dexterous tail whipped itself around his neck and pulled.

Big Mac fell into the trap, face driven into the source of his desire. Shocked at first, he clamored for breath, which drew the inebriation of a mare’s scent into his sinuses. The stimulus hardened him beyond what he had though possible as his tongue turned itself on another of Applejack’s orifices. Mac licked the puffy mound between Applejack’s thighs digging in to get a flavor of her marehood. The muscles of her sex squeezed around his tongue mistaking it for another phallic object, but not disappointed. Pheromones enveloped the pair doing their job to spur the need for one another. Day’s labors had successfully seen to it that a heavy musk was permeating off each of them. One male and the other female, signaling consent. Obviously the aromatherapy was working.

Finally, Applejack had enough with foreplay. “Let’s go big guy. I wanna see what you can do.”

Hoof to flank, she separated her lips, pussy unfolding, its wetness inviting Big Mac’s member to take responsibility for what it had done getting her so excited. Phallus fully engorged, Big Mac nuzzled his rod against her opening. Its hood was large. The penis perched itself there, a plug on her folds, until he brought his weight down, forelegs wrapping around her body in the first thrust. Applejack let out a moan of delight. Exactly what she had craved. The burning sensation within her prompted the movement of her rear back toward Big Mac, trying to envelop as much of him as possible.

Humping in tandem, the sexual escapades escalated. Each thrust increasing the momentum, spurred on by the promise of release. At this point Macintosh’s rather obtrusive sack careened into his partner’s nethers, slapping between Applejack’s supple teats. The effect of its movement stimulated her swelling clitoris making Applejack almost forget herself. Her only desire a primal want to be ravaged until she could no longer stand. In a crescendo of thrusts, Macintosh came first. Torrent of sperm pouring out of his fire hose of a cock, it flooded into Applejack in an effort to extinguish her fire. For a twisted moment, the thought of a bunch of potential foals gushing through her loins trying to impregnate her, was more than Applejack could bear. She locked her legs and lifted her hindquarters trying to fill herself as much as possible. Sweet juice flowed out of her, slathering her mate’s member in white syrup the both of them had created.

Ejaculate slopped off of the pair they took a rest. The fervor dissipating from their bodies.

In the afterglow, Applejack couldn’t help but feel like she was forgetting something. One tiny detail in the recesses of her mind. Maybe it was shame over letting her instinct to breed get the best of her. She had allowed herself to get rutted by… rutted by…

“B-B-Big Mac,” Applejack shouted, “git off ‘a me!”

Red delicious apples returned to her flank as eyes widened in realization. Her brother. How could she?

“Applejack!” Big Mac retaliated, equally surprised, now trying to cover his shame, “I- it’s, uh, welcome back sis?”

The two ponies considered each other. Applejack, now replying the event in her head, felt a twinge of guilt she didn’t really have any regrets. Maybe Big Mac felt the same way? Anyways, that's what she hoped. And maybe Granny Smith was right: what happens in the barn stays in the barn.

“Aww man!” the voice of Rainbow Dash came from above as Applejack and Big Mac exited the barn bashfully, still rather dirty.

The farm ponies blushed, suspecting they hadn’t been very tactful in hiding the fact they had just copulated. The rest of Applejack’s friends had gathered outside the barn door as if they had been waiting for her there the whole time. Were they really going to bring up the whole incest thing?

“Feeling better now Applejack?” Twilight beamed, once again her theory proven.

“I guess you could say that,” said the farmer mare, hoofing the ground.

“Well,” Rarity commented, “that was all rather traumatic, but at least it’s over and done with.”

“Yeah glad you came back to us AJ,” insinuated Rainbow, breaking out in laughter at her own joke.

The girls, relieved, huddled together to share a reassuring group hug. Confirming that with their friendship they could overcome any obstacle.

However, it was Fluttershy’s quiet squeak that broke the revered silence. “Um, sorry to bother everypony, but does anypony know where Pinkie Pie is?”

Oh sweet Celestia