Apple Bloom lay curled in her bed, a gentle snore escaping her lips as the moon cast a soft glow through the window. Her mane, a mix of vibrant reds and oranges, fanned out over her pillow like a fiery corona. The room was filled with a comforting silence, occasionally pierced by the distant hoot of an owl. The house was still, all of Ponyville seemingly holding its breath as the night unfolded. Her bed, a simple but sturdy wooden frame adorned with patchwork quilts, creaked slightly as she shifted in her sleep. The air had the scent of fresh apple blossoms that wafted in from the orchard outside, mingling with the faint aroma of baked goods from the kitchen downstairs.
Big Mac loomed over her, his massive frame casting a shadow that danced with the moonlit patterns on the floor. His cock, thick and heavy with anticipation, pointed towards her with an urgency that was palpable. It was a sight that would have made any mare's heart race, but Apple Bloom was his sister, and she was oblivious to the carnality that was about to unfold. His muscles rippled beneath his fur as he took a deep breath, his heart thundering in his chest. He knew this was wrong, that society would not understand, but the allure of the forbidden was too strong to resist.
With a silent grace that belied his size, Big Mac climbed onto the bed, his hooves finding purchase on the edge without disturbing the slumbering pony beneath. His cock twitched as he took in the sight of her, the innocence of her sleeping form only fueling his desire. He positioned himself between her legs, spreading them gently with his own. The heat of her body radiated against his, and he could feel the slickness of her sex, already preparing for his intrusion. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, a sweet apple perfume that filled his nostrils and made his head swim.
He leaned in, his muzzle brushing against her fur as he aligned himself with her entrance. Her eyes remained closed, lashes fluttering as she dreamt of ponies frolicking in the fields of Sweet Apple Acres. With a gentle nudge, he began to push into her, the head of his cock parting her folds with surprising ease. Apple Bloom's body tensed for a brief moment before relaxing again, her sleep deep enough to miss the initial breach. Big Mac felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly swallowed by the intense need that gripped him.
Inch by inch, he penetrated her, his cock sliding through the warm, velvety embrace of her pussy. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before, a heady mix of pleasure and taboo that made his legs tremble. He had to bite down on his lower lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape, his teeth clenching together as he fought to keep his movements slow and silent. The tightness of her virginity gripped him like a vice, a feeling that only grew more exquisite as he delved deeper. The walls of her sex clung to him, her body unwittingly drawing him in like a moth to a flame.
Her breathing remained steady, the slow rise and fall of her chest the only indication that she was alive. Big Mac felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead, the effort of maintaining his composure in the face of such overwhelming sensation almost too much to bear. His eyes roved over her body, taking in the subtle curves and the way the shadows played across her flank. He had always found his sister attractive, but this was something else entirely. It was raw and primal, a desire that went beyond mere attraction.
He began to move, his hips rocking back and forth in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure rippling through him, the tightness of her pussy a constant reminder of the illicit nature of their union. He could feel her walls stretching to accommodate him, her body slowly waking to the presence of the intruder within. The heat of her insides was a stark contrast to the cool night air, creating a friction that was both exquisite and maddening.
Her breathing grew shallower, her body starting to react to the unfamiliar sensations. Apple Bloom stirred in her sleep, her legs spreading wider as if to welcome him deeper. Big Mac felt his heart stutter in his chest as she moaned softly, the sound a mix of comfort and confusion. He held his breath, waiting for her to wake up and realize what was happening, but she remained blissfully unaware.
With each slow, deep thrust, Big Mac felt himself getting closer to the edge. He had never been with a mare before, let alone one so young and innocent. The guilt that had once been a whisper grew louder, but so did the need to claim her fully. His cock was a piston, moving with a steady, rhythmic force that seemed to resonate through the very floorboards of the room. The bed creaked in time with their silent dance, a secret symphony of lust that only the two of them could hear.
Apple Bloom's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry with sleep. She took a moment to process the sensation of something foreign inside her, the pressure building with each movement. Her eyes grew wide as she saw Big Mac above her, his expression a mix of determination and fear. She gasped, her legs jerking in a futile attempt to close, but his weight was too much. "Wh-what are you doing?" she choked out, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and confusion.
Big Mac paused, his eyes searching hers for understanding. "It's okay, Apple Bloom," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Just relax, let it happen." His gentle tone was at odds with the urgency of his movements. He leaned down, his muzzle pressing against hers in a soft kiss, hoping to reassure her. The warmth of his breath mingled with hers, and she felt a strange comfort in the familiar scent of apple and earth.
Her eyes searched his, the fear slowly giving way to curiosity. "Does it feel good, baby sis?" he asked, his voice a rumbling purr that seemed to resonate through her very soul. He resumed his slow, deep thrusts, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her body. The question hung in the air, thick with meaning, and she found herself nodding slightly. The sensation was foreign, but not entirely unpleasant. The feel of his cock filling her was oddly soothing, a warmth that spread through her core.
Apple Bloom's breath hitched as she felt something new, a building pressure that made her toes curl. Her body responded to his gentle coaxing, her pussy clenching around his shaft as she grew wetter. Big Mac's eyes widened with a mix of pleasure and disbelief as he felt her begin to move with him, her hips rising to meet his in a silent invitation. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he loved her, how perfect she felt. His words were a balm to the confusion that still lingered in her mind, a gentle caress that allowed her to let go of her fear.
He picked up his pace, his thrusts growing faster and more forceful. The bed now creaked in protest with every movement, the sound a testament to the passion that had overtaken them. Apple Bloom's eyes grew wide with a mix of shock and arousal as she felt the beginnings of something she had only heard about in whispers. The pleasure grew like a storm within her, swirling and building until she thought she might burst.
"Do you want to feel even better?" Big Mac whispered, his voice low and urgent. Apple Bloom nodded, the words catching in her throat as she struggled to speak. She didn't understand what was happening, but she knew she didn't want it to stop. His question was a promise, a gateway to something more intense than she could have ever imagined.
With a renewed vigor, Big Mac began to thrust faster, his massive cock plunging into her with a fervor that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. His hooves dug into the mattress, the material groaning beneath his weight as he claimed her in a rhythm that was as old as time itself. The heat between them grew, a fiery dance that seemed to engulf them both.
"I can fill you up with my milk, Apple Bloom," he whispered, his voice a heated promise that sent shivers down her spine. "I can make you feel so good, so complete." His words were a siren's call, and she found herself unable to resist. Her body responded to his, arching up to meet his every thrust as if it had been made just for him.
The sensation grew more intense, the pressure building until she could feel it in her very bones. Apple Bloom's eyes rolled back in her head, a soft keening sound escaping her as she neared the edge of something incredible. "Y-yes," she finally managed to whisper, her voice barely audible. "I want... I want your milk inside me."
Big Mac took her words as the invitation they were, his thrusts becoming more frenzied as he approached his own climax. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies colliding, a cacophony of passion that seemed to echo through the quiet night. His cock was a blur, moving in and out of her with a speed and force that seemed to defy gravity. The sight of her, lost in the throes of pleasure, was almost too much for him to handle.
Her eyes squeezed shut as she felt the storm within her crest. The pleasure was a living thing, a monster that consumed her whole. Each thrust of his cock sent waves of sensation crashing through her, leaving her trembling and gasping for air. Her hooves dug into the bed, the quilt bunching beneath her as she fought to hold on to something, anything, amidst the tumult.
And then it hit her, a climax so intense it was almost painful. Apple Bloom's body arched off the bed, a silent scream tearing from her throat as she was overwhelmed by the sheer force of it. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, pulsing around him as she came, her walls milking him for all he was worth. Big Mac groaned, feeling the beginnings of his own release, the dam of his restraint finally breaking.
He pumped into her with a desperation that was almost violent, his seed spurting in thick ropes as he claimed her in the most primal way possible. The feeling of his hot, fertile sperm filling her was like nothing she had ever experienced, a sensation that seemed to reach into the very core of her being. It was as if every cell in her body was singing in harmony, a symphony of pleasure that resonated through her very soul.
Apple Bloom's eyes squeezed shut as she felt the warmth of his climax, his cock pulsing deep within her. The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave that crashed over her and left her trembling in its wake. She could feel the sticky wetness of his cum leaking out around his shaft, soaking the bed beneath them. It was a mess, but in that moment, she didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the connection she shared with her brother, a bond that had been forever altered by their illicit union.
With a final, lingering thrust, Big Mac pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. The absence of his warmth was sudden and stark, leaving her feeling empty and exposed. He hovered over her for a moment, his chest heaving with exertion, before collapsing beside her. The bed groaned in protest at his weight, but she didn't mind. It was as if the very fabric of the world had shifted, and she needed the reassurance of his presence to anchor her.
"I'm going to breed you all the time now, Apple Bloom," he murmured into her ear, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're mine, and I'll fill you with my foal every chance I get." The words sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of fear and excitement that made her heart race. The idea of being bred by her brother, of carrying his offspring, was a concept that was both thrilling and terrifying. Yet, in the aftermath of such intense pleasure, she found it difficult to argue.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening and the soft pad of hooves on the stairs. Applejack, their older sister, peered into the room, her eyes wide with curiosity. She took in the scene before her, the rumpled bed and the two figures entwined within it. For a moment, she said nothing, the shock of what she was seeing stealing the words from her mouth.
"Big Mac?" she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. She had always known her brother had a wild streak, but this was beyond anything she could have imagined.
He looked down at her, his eyes glazed with lust and a hint of something darker. "Do you want to watch me fill up Applejack, Apple Bloom?" he asked, his voice thick with desire. The very thought of it sent a bolt of excitement through him, the idea of claiming both of his sisters in one night almost too much to bear.
Apple Bloom's eyes went wide, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. She felt a strange mix of fear and excitement, the taboo nature of the question making her heart race. She had always felt a twinge of jealousy when her sisters had gotten all the attention, and now here she was, in the middle of the most intense experience of her life. She nodded, unable to find the words to express the tumult of emotions within her.
Big Mac's grin was wolfish as he slid off the bed, his cock still hard and glistening from their union. He moved with a predatory grace, crossing the room to where Applejack stood frozen in shock. He grabbed her by the scruff of the neck, his strength surprising the normally tough and capable pony. With a gentle but firm push, he guided her to the bed, her eyes never leaving his.
Applejack's heart pounded in her chest as she took in the scene before her. Her younger sister, Apple Bloom, lay sprawled out, her legs still open and trembling slightly. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, and she could see the evidence of Big Mac's climax on the bed and her sister's flank. She felt a strange mix of emotions: disbelief, anger, and a twisted curiosity that she couldn't quite suppress.
Big Mac's eyes never left hers as he moved towards the bed, his stallionhood still standing proud and slick with the evidence of their incestuous act. He was powerful, dominating, and Applejack felt a thrill run through her as she realized that she was next. The weight of his body on the bed caused the mattress to sink, and she felt the heat radiating from him as he pushed her onto her back, his massive frame looming over her.
He pushed her onto the bed, his strength gentle but unyielding, her ass presenting up to him like a ripe fruit begging to be plucked. Applejack's heart was racing, a cocktail of fear and arousal coursing through her veins. She had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, yet the very idea of it was exhilarating. She felt the tip of his cock, still hot and thick with cum, brush against her folds, sending a shiver down her spine.
"You're not going to breed your little sis, are you?" she whispered, the words catching in her throat. Her eyes searched his, looking for any sign of doubt or regret. But Big Mac's gaze was firm, filled with a hunger that was both terrifying and intoxicating. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear, and whispered, "Oh, I am, Applejack. I'm going to breed her every chance I get. And I'm going to do the same to you."
With that, he pushed into her, the head of his cock parting her slick folds with ease. Applejack gasped, her body tensing as she felt the thickness of him filling her up. It was a sensation she had never experienced before, a mix of pain and pleasure that made her head spin. The shock of his invasion was like a bolt of lightning, searing through her and leaving her trembling.
"Oh buck," she exclaimed, the words tumbling from her lips in a surprised whisper. She had always known Big Mac was strong, but the power behind his thrusts was unlike anything she had ever felt. His cock was a beast, a living, pulsing thing that seemed to have a mind of its own as it claimed her, stretching her to the limits of her endurance.
Applejack's eyes grew wide as he pushed deeper, filling her in a way that no stallion ever had. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of shock and arousal that left her breathless. She felt the warmth of his seed still coating his shaft, a testament to his recent release, and she couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to be bred by him, to carry his foal within her.
"Oh, buck," she exclaimed, her voice a mix of surprise and lust. "You really are going to breed me, aren't you?" The words hung in the air, a declaration of her acceptance and surrender to the primal urges that now controlled them both. Big Mac didn't answer with words; instead, he claimed her mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss, his tongue delving deep as he continued to thrust into her.
He said "yep," his voice a low, gruff rumble that seemed to vibrate through her very bones. It was a simple affirmation, a word that held the weight of his desire and his intention to take what he wanted. Applejack felt a thrill of fear mingle with the pleasure, the reality of their incestuous act hitting her like a physical blow. Yet, she couldn't deny the heat that pooled in her belly, the way her body responded to his every move.
"How does it feel, Apple Bloom?" Big Mac panted, his eyes flicking over to the younger mare who watched them with wide eyes. "Do you like the show?" His thrusts grew faster, more powerful, his hips slamming into Applejack with a force that had her gasping and writhing beneath him. Each movement sent a jolt of pleasure through her, and she felt her own desire swell in response.
Apple Bloom nodded, unable to tear her gaze away from the erotic scene unfolding before her. She felt a strange sense of excitement, watching her brother claim their sister with such raw, primal need. It was wrong, she knew, but the way Applejack's body responded, the way she moaned and arched her back, spoke of a need that transcended propriety.
"Tell me, Applejack," Big Mac panted, his eyes never leaving hers as he continued to drive into her, "are you ready to take my milk?" His question hung in the air, thick with meaning and the promise of something far beyond mere pleasure. Applejack's eyes grew dark with desire, the conflict within her written plain on her features.
"Y-yes," she managed to stutter, the word a gasp that seemed torn from her very soul. "Breed me, Big Mac. Make me carry your foal." The words sent a jolt of excitement through Big Mac, and he increased his pace, his hips a blur as he claimed her with a fervor that seemed to shake the very bed they lay on. Apple Bloom watched in amazement, her own arousal building as she took in the sight of her brother fucking their sister.
Applejack's eyes rolled back in her head, her body trembling beneath his as the climax approached. With a final, powerful thrust, Big Mac reached his peak, his cock swelling within her as he released a torrent of hot, sticky cum. He groaned, the sound a mix of pleasure and triumph as he filled her completely, his seed flooding her womb. The sensation was unlike anything Applejack had ever felt, a feeling of fullness and completion that seemed to resonate through every fiber of her being.
Apple Bloom watched in awe as Big Mac's hips bucked, his muscles rippling with the force of his climax. She could see the look of rapture on Applejack's face, the way her eyes rolled back and her mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure. The sight of their bodies joined so intimately was something she had never imagined, and yet it was strangely beautiful, a testament to the depth of their love and desire.
Just as the room seemed to still, the door creaked open once more, and Granny Smith trotted into the room. Her eyes went wide with shock at the sight before her, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. The matriarch of the family had always been a stoic figure, weathered by years of hard work and the wisdom that came with it. But now, she looked as if she had just witnessed something she never thought she would see in her own home.
Big Mac, still lost in the afterglow of his release, didn't immediately notice her. His cock, slick with the combined juices of his sisters, stood tall and proud, a testament to his virility. But as Granny's gasp reached his ears, he turned his head, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "Granny," he drawled, his voice thick with satisfaction, "I see you've caught the show."
Granny Smith's eyes darted between them, her expression a mix of horror and something else, something that Apple Bloom couldn't quite place. "What in tarnation is going on here?" she barked, her voice shaking with a mix of anger and disbelief. But Applejack, lost in the throes of her own climax, was beyond caring.
Her body convulsed around Big Mac's cock, her pussy milking him for every drop of his cum. The feeling of his seed filling her was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a sense of belonging that was almost overwhelming. "Oh, Granny," she moaned, her voice a low, wanton sound that seemed to echo through the room. "Big Mac's just showing us how much he loves us."
The old mare's eyes widened further, the reality of the situation sinking in. Her initial shock began to give way to something else, something that made Apple Bloom's heart race even faster. It was almost as if Granny was... intrigued. "Is that right?" she rasped, her voice hoarse with what could have been anger or arousal. "And what about you, Apple Bloom? You're okay with this?"
Apple Bloom's cheeks burned, but she found herself nodding. "Y-yes, Granny," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur. "It feels... good." The words seemed to hang in the air, a declaration of their shared perversion.
Granny Smith took a step closer, her eyes raking over the two ponies on the bed. "Well, if you're all going to be doing this," she said, her voice unsteady, "I suppose I could use a little fun too." There was a hunger in her gaze that made Apple Bloom's heart skip a beat, a hunger she had never seen before in her elderly relative's eyes.
Big Mac pulled out of Applejack with a wet pop, his cock still half-hard and glistening with cum. He turned to Granny, his own eyes alight with excitement at the prospect of claiming another member of his family. Without a word, he got up and mounted the old mare, his cock sliding into her with surprising ease.
"Granny," he said, his voice deep and hungry, "your butt is so plump, it's like a ripe apple ready for the picking." He gave her a playful smack on the rump, the sound echoing through the room. Granny's cheeks quivered at the contact, and she let out a startled yelp that quickly turned into a moan of pleasure.
With a grin, Big Mac began to thrust into her, his movements slow and deliberate. He savored the feeling of her tightness, the way her body quivered beneath his powerful strokes. Applejack watched from the bed, her eyes glued to the sight of her brother fucking their grandmother. The scent of sex and cum grew stronger, filling the room with a heady aroma that seemed to make Apple Bloom's insides quiver.
Granny Smith's eyes rolled back in pleasure as Big Mac's cock slid in and out of her, his gentle rubs on her ass cheeks sending waves of delight through her old body. Her legs began to tremble, and she leaned back against him, letting him take control. "Oh, my," she murmured, her voice a low, throaty purr. "It's been so long since I felt a stallion's touch."
Big Mac leaned down, nuzzling her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "Then let me show you just how good it can feel, Granny," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "You're all mine now, to breed whenever I wish." Apple Bloom watched, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and arousal, as their grandmother's body began to respond to his advances.
"Who's your stallion, Granny?" he asked, his voice teasing. Granny Smith let out a shaky laugh, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt the weight of his cock pressing against her. "You are, Big Mac," she murmured, her voice trembling with need. "You're the only stallion for me."
With a growl of pleasure, Big Mac began to thrust faster, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, squelching sound that seemed to fill the room. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "Say you're mine to breed."
Granny Smith's eyes snapped open, and she met his gaze in the mirror, her own eyes glazed with passion. "I'm yours, Big Mac," she gasped, her voice shaking with each powerful thrust. "Yours to breed whenever you wish."
Big Mac's eyes gleamed with victory as he claimed her, his hips moving faster and harder. The sensation of her tight, aged pussy gripping his cock was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and it was driving him wild with desire. "Say it louder," he urged, his voice a low growl. "Let the whole house know that you're mine."
Granny Smith's breath hitched in her throat as she felt his massive cock fill her completely. The sensation was almost too much to bear, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her legs trembling. But she knew that she was his now, that she had given herself over to his primal need. With a gasp, she repeated the words, her voice growing stronger. "I'm yours, Big Mac. I'm yours to breed whenever you wish."
Big Mac's thrusts grew more powerful, his cock slamming into her with a ferocity that left her breathless. Applejack and Apple Bloom watched, their own desires kindling anew as they took in the sight of their grandmother being claimed by their brother. The room was alive with the sounds of passion, the slap of flesh on flesh, the wet sounds of their bodies moving together.
"Yep," Big Mac grunted, his voice thick with lust. "You're all mine, Granny." He leaned down, his teeth capturing the lobe of her ear, and whispered, "Every part of you belongs to me now." Granny Smith moaned, her body responding to the claim with a passion she had long thought lost to the ravages of time.
The sensation grew more intense, a pressure building deep within her that threatened to consume her. Apple Bloom watched, her heart racing as she saw Big Mac's hips moving faster and faster, his cock disappearing into Granny's body with a wet, smacking sound that seemed to echo through the room. It was a sound that spoke of primal need, of a desire that could not be denied.
With a final, powerful thrust, Big Mac roared out his climax, his body shuddering as he filled Granny's womb with gallons of fertile sperm. The force of it was like nothing she had ever felt, his hot seed flooding her in a torrent that seemed to go on forever. She could feel her body stretching to accommodate him, the muscles in her pussy contracting around his thick shaft as she milked him for every drop.
Applejack and Apple Bloom watched, their eyes wide with amazement, as their brother claimed their grandmother with a passion that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. The air was thick with the scent of sex, and their own arousal grew as they took in the sight of his powerful hips moving, his cock buried deep within her. It was a moment that seemed to stand still, a tableau of desire and love that transcended the boundaries of their simple lives.
Big Mac pulled out of Granny Smith's pussy with a wet sound, his cock glistening with cum and pussy juice. He looked at Applejack, a wicked smile playing across his lips. "Now, it's your turn," he said, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that was both terrifying and thrilling. She could see the thickness of his cock, the evidence of his recent climax, and felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine.
He positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging at her tight anus. Applejack felt a jolt of fear, but she also felt something else: a strange, perverse excitement that she had never felt before. Big Mac leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. "Ready, Applejack?" he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
Her eyes met Apple Bloom's and she saw the same mix of shock and excitement reflected there. She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. He pushed into her slowly, his cock stretching her in a way that was both painful and exhilarating. She felt the head of his shaft pop through the tight ring of muscle, and she gasped, her eyes watering with the sensation.
"Easy," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the raw power of his actions. "Just let me in, Applejack." She took a deep breath and forced herself to relax, feeling him slide deeper into her. The pain was intense, but it was mingled with a pleasure that was unlike anything she had ever felt.
With each thrust, Big Mac's cock stretched her further, the sensation of fullness growing until she thought she might split in two. Yet, she found herself pushing back into him, her body craving the feeling of his thickness inside her. He moved with a practiced ease, his hips slapping against her ass with a rhythm that seemed to resonate through the very core of her being.
Applejack's eyes watered with the pain of it, but she bit her lip and took it, her own desire for her brother's seed mixing with the fear of the unknown. She had never been with a stallion before, let alone her own brother, and the taboo nature of it only served to heighten her arousal.
Big Mac's thrusts grew more relentless, his cock pounding into her with a ferocity that seemed to shake the very bed they lay on. She could feel his balls slapping against her clit with each movement, sending sparks of pleasure through her body that competed with the pain. It was a delicate balance, one that she had never before experienced, and she found herself riding the wave of sensation with a mix of terror and exhilaration.
Apple Bloom watched from the bed, her own arousal building as she took in the sight of her brother claiming their sister. She had never seen Applejack look so vulnerable, so utterly consumed by desire. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she was a part of something so deeply wrong, and yet so incredibly right.
Big Mac pulled out of Applejack with a wet pop, his cock still thick with their combined juices. He turned to Apple Bloom, his eyes dark with need. "Your turn," he growled, and she could feel the heat of his gaze on her. She trembled, her legs instinctively parting as he approached.
He nuzzled her neck, his breath hot against her skin. "You're so sweet, Apple Bloom," he murmured, his voice a seductive rumble. "So ripe and ready for me." He positioned himself between her legs, his cock still hard and slick from fucking their sister.
Big Mac's cock nudged at her pussy, and Apple Bloom felt a jolt of anticipation. She had never been with a stallion before, and the thought of her brother taking her virginity was both terrifying and thrilling. He began to push into her, his movements gentle but insistent. She felt a stretching sensation, a hint of pain, but she was so wet that he slid in with surprising ease.
Her body tensed, her eyes squeezed shut, as he started to thrust deeper into her. The feeling was overwhelming, his size filling her in a way she had never imagined possible. She could feel every inch of him, the veins pulsing with his desire, the warmth of his seed promising life. It was a strange, powerful sensation, one that made her feel both small and powerful.
"Take it all," he grunted, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Take all my milk, Apple Bloom." The words sent a shiver down her spine, a thrill that made her pussy clench around his shaft. He was claiming her, making her his in the most primal way possible.
Apple Bloom's eyes fluttered open, meeting his in the mirror. The sight of her brother's cock disappearing into her, the look of raw lust on his face, was almost too much to handle. But she knew she wanted it, she wanted to be filled with his cum, to carry his foal. It was wrong, but it felt so incredibly right.
With every thrust, Big Mac grew more eager, his movements becoming more forceful as he approached his climax. She could feel her own orgasm building, a crescendo of pleasure that seemed to rise in tandem with his. His eyes never left hers, the intensity of his gaze a silent promise that he would never let her go, never leave her unfilled.
Her body responded to his, her pussy clenching around his cock as he drove into her. She felt the pressure building, the coil of pleasure tightening in her belly. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, a sensation that was both terrifying and exhilarating. And when he finally reached his peak, she was there with him, her body shuddering as he released his hot, sticky load deep inside her.
The warmth of his cum filled her, a sensation that was almost too much to bear. It was a feeling of being claimed, of being marked as his own. She could feel his seed spreading through her, coating her insides, leaving no doubt as to who had taken her innocence. His grunts of pleasure grew louder, his hips bucking as he emptied himself into her.