Futajack

The sun shone down brightly on the crisp autumn afternoon as it hung low in the sky. At Sweet Apple Acres, row upon row of apple trees swayed lazily in the breeze. Precious red fruit hung low, perfectly ripened and ready for harvest. The orange pony grinned as she sized the tree up. Her haunches tightened, the lean ropey muscles tensing. With a sudden release, she sent them bucking out swiftly behind her.

THWACK! The twin hooves left two shallow impressions on the bark, violently shaking the tree. With a grunt of satisfaction, she watched the red spheres drop like rain. A yellow filly giggled as she ran back and forth, trying to catch as many as possible in her crude wicker basket. Her bigger sister scooped up the ones she missed, deftly tossing them into the moving container.

Applejack wiped her brow with a hoof. Looking at the horizon, she saw the long shadows reach out as the sun began to descend out of sight. She motioned warmly to the small filly. They both headed back to the house, tired but satisfied at the work they had finished.


"You did a real great job today, sugercube." Applejack said softly later that night. "You're gettin' to be a grown up mare. I'm proud of ya." The orange mare kissed her softly on the forehead as Applebloom beamed. "But that don't mean you can stay up past your bedtime!" Applejack continued with a smirk. "Now off to bed with you, it's a big day tomorrow, and fillies need their rest."

Applebloom nodded obediently. Just receiving her sister's praise was enough. She had wanted to help with the applebucking for so long, and this year she finally had a big role.  The small filly smiled to herself as she walked up to her room. Snuggling into the soft blanket, she closed her eyes and anxiously thought ahead to the next day.

A shrill cry caused Applejack to jump out of bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with a hoof as she walked down the hallway. Trying to track the sound, she walked past her little sister's door. She heard sobbing, muffled by the thick oak door.

As she nudged the door open with her muzzle, she spied the small filly curled up on the floor crying, her tears running down her face and soaking her small hooves. Approaching her sister, Applejack saw a crimson stain on her lower leg. She glanced at the bed, and noticed a similar color painted on the checked bedspread. Immediately realizing what happened, she softly placed a hoof on the sobbing foal, stroking her back softly. "Now now, little filly, you ain't got nothing to worry about. It's somethin' every gals got to go through. You dry those tears now sugarcube, and let's get you cleaned up."

Big Mac poked his head inside the door. Applejack glanced over at him. "Just some mare problems, Big Mac. Ah've got it covered."

"Eeyup." The stallion walked off back to bed, grateful to not have to deal with such potentially embarrassing issues.

Applejack left for a moment and came back with a damp rag. She made no request, instead simply flipped the filly over, causing her legs to splay open and expose her completely to the orange earth pony. She cleaned her sister in a businesslike manner, scrubbing the blood out of her soft felt-like coat. Applebloom had stopped crying, letting out only a sniffle here and there. She gasped when Applejack ran the rough cloth over her small slit, but made no effort to close her legs.

"There we go, one clean little filly!" Applejack flipped her over and patted her on the rump. Turning to the bed, she pulled the soiled cover off with her teeth, and replaced it with a fresh one from the cedar chest at the foot of the bed. "Now, you try to get some sleep, Applebloom. We'll talk about it in the mornin'. Just remember, you've got nothin' to be ashamed of. It happens to every mare."

"Al...alright." Applebloom sniffled. She crawled under the new blanket. As she rested her head on the pillow once more, her big sister kissed her softly on the forehead. She already felt a little better.


The sun streamed in through the windows, gently spilling onto the sleeping filly's strawberry mane. She blinked her eyes open slowly. Immediately a hoof shot down between her legs, but to her relief, she hd no further incidents during the night. Sighing in relief, Applebloom quietly snuck downstairs, trying to remain invisible. The embarrassment from last night still weighed on her, and she didn't feel like talking to anypony, even Applejack.

As the foal snuck outside, she looked in through the kitchen window and noticed her family arguing. Big Mac seemed especially angry, and banged his hooves down loudly on the dining room table. Eventually Granny Smith waved her hoof at him and he clopped off angrily.

"Well that was mighty strange." The filly said to herself. She headed towards the barn, still feeling gloomy over the nights events. Grabbing a weathered pitchfork, she started shoveling hay onto a wagon for the sheep.

"Hey there Applebloom!" Her sister called out happily from the barn doors. Upon seeing the filly spin around, she seemed slightly surprised. "Why, you look more depressed than a grasshopper in wintertime. What's got ya down, filly? Did you want to talk about last night?"

The little foal looked at the ground.  She nodded her head. "I guess so, big sis."

Applejack smiled sweetly at her, and closed the barn door. "Well let's just make sure we got some privacy, and you tell me all about it." She walked towards the little filly, her eyes shining with anticipation. "You're becoming a mare now, AB, and that's a right big problem for me. All sorts of colts are gonna be after ya, an' I just can't stand to see my sis treated like that. So us Apples have a way of dealin' with it."

She was getting uncomfortably close to the foal now. Applebloom felt slightly uncomfortable at her sister's words. Backing up slightly, her flank bumped into a bale of hay, and her face turned up to meet the other pony's gaze, her eyes growing wider. "Wh...what do you mean sis?"

"We're gonna put a bun in that oven, sugarcube. Ain't much ta explain." Applejack was nearly on top of her now. "We Apples keep it in the family."

Applebloom slunk backwards as much as she could, trying to retreat from her sister. She wanted to cry, but held it back. She felt the course hay poking her as she backed against it. Still searching for some kindness in Applejack's eyes, the filly felt her heart start to race.

The orange mare reached out with her forehoof, gently smoothing down her sister's strawberry mane. "Now now, AB, it ain't all bad. We'll treat ya like a proper lady. An' I even talked to Granny and made a little deal. With you bein' such a little filly, Big Mac isn't going near you for a couple years."

The filly was nearly petrified now as she realized what was going to happen. Icy fear built in the pit of her stomach and started to fill her. "But sis..." She whimpered.

Applejack continued on, as if no one was talking. "Now, Braeburn, his apples don't fall on the right side of the tree, if you get me. So I reckon that only leaves one pony that fits the bill." She reached a hoof behind her, and pulled out a well used lasso.

"Who are ya talking about, sis? You're scaring me."

Applejack rustled her mane playfully. "Why, nopony else but the best sister in Ponyville! I'll make sure all those dirty colts leave my lil' sis alone."

"But...but...you're a mare, sis!" The filly's face was streaked with tears now as she started to break down.

Applejack gave her a sly wink. "Don't ya worry about that, AB. I snuck a book about potions from Twilight, and Zecora fixed me up with everythin' I needed. Just a drink later and I'm all set!" She turned and lifted a leg, showing off her growing black member. It was already six inches long and still growing more erect. It come as a complete set apparently, with two large balls hanging down. Applebloom wasn't exactly an authority on penises, but it certainly looked real enough to her.

"It's still a mite sensitive. Seems like my clit mighta gotten mixed up in there somehow. Either way, can't say I ain't looking forward to this. Never do get to see things from Mac's point of view." The mare spoke in a slightly more commanding voice now. "Turn around, missy, and lift that tail. I ain't got all day an' I'm itchin' to get started."

Pure panic overcame the filly. She couldn't understand why her closest friend in the world was acting like this. Applebloom found her hooves suddenly, and tried to bolt.

"Yeehaaw! It's filly roundup time!" yelled Applejack, chasing the scrambling foal. She twirled her lasso expertly, and let it fly. Just missing the front hooves of the fleeing pony, it still looped neatly around her two rear legs, stopping the filly in midair and causing her to crash to the hay covered floor. She glanced back in terror as she saw her big sis pulling in the line, a look of glee on her face. Applebloom scratched frantically with her front hooves, trying desperately to get away. It wasn't until she felt the warm breath of her sister on the small of her neck that she froze again.

Applejack ran her muzzle along the soft fur of the filly, smelling her deeply. "Mmmm. Still sorta smells like apples." She whispered. "How'd ya'll know that turned me on, sis?" She nibbled the back of Applebloom's neck, working her way up to her ears, softly nipping at them as she nuzzled her mane playfully.

She nearly completely lost herself until she felt the tip of her new equipment meet the smooth skin of the filly's nearly bald inner thighs. The sensation of pushing the tip between the foal's tied hind legs, pushing between the two barely formed breasts, surprised Applejack with it's intensity. Applebloom felt the intruder proding at her most intimate places and started crying softly. "Why are you doing this sis? I want this to stop. It feels weird!"

"Hush now, or I'll have to slap a muzzle on that mouth of yours." Applejack shot back. She was entranced by the sight of her black shaft poking the small pony's crotch. She moved the tip up and down along the opening, drenching it with her flowing precum. She laughed a bit as she thought to herself. 'Always have been a gusher, guess it carried over to the new unit.'

"Now you keep that tail up like a proper little lady. Won't take but a minute, AB." Applejack was not a trained stallion. This might as well have been her first time. She struggled awkwardly finding the filly's tight hole. The first thrust glanced off to the left. "Well consarnit, how do stallions get in there, anyways." She tried again, only to push off and under the opening, thrusting between the filly's thighs again. "Son of a...!" Applejack backed out carefully, and positioned the pulsing head at the entrance once more. This time, she reached a hoof back and held the hot shaft as she pushed forward. The head resisted for a moment, then entered suddenly with a few inches, popping the the filly's cherry.

Applebloom struggled slightly, but found she couldn't move with the strong earth pony on top of her. She went limp again with a small groan. "Shhhh sugarcube, the hard parts over. Now just relax and let yer big sis handle everythin'" Applejack whispered in her ear, giving it another playful nip.

She found she didn't need to be quite as gentle as she thought. Her cock was stimulated so much from the tight opening and the new sensations, she literally was oozing out precum into the youngster, making her slow progress much easier. Applejack couldn't believe the tight smoothness, the heat, that assailed her member. She almost grew jealous of Big Mac and some of her cousins, remembering the look of pleasure on their faces as they finished in her. Wasn't fair at all, she figured. She definitely was doing this again.

Taking slow thrusts, she worked her way slowly inside the little filly. She was surprised to find she got the whole length inside before meeting any more resistance. "My, you sure are a deep little thing, AB. You're gonna make a lot of good foals!" Applejack pulled out and hilted herself again, drawing a low moan from Applebloom. It was hard to tell if the filly was enjoying herself or not, but in the end, she didn't really care. This felt too good to worry about anything else.

The orange pony sped up her thrusts. Every time she pushed back inside, she could feel the walls of the filly cunt grasp her tightly, spasming on her member. If it was possible the opening had gotten warmer. She felt ecstasy spreading through her as she felt her still present marehood start positively gushing, drenching her inner thighs and back legs in her juice. She was panting, unable to bear the intense sensations flowing through her body.

One last powerful thrust, and she felt a powerful pressure build through her dick, pushing itself as if seeking the warm insides of Applebloom. Her cockhead pulsed violently, her first spurt erupting into the filly's uterus, spraying her insides with the mare's spunk. Applejack found herself trying to push inside further however possible, trying to thrust her pulsing tool as far as she could. Every jet of sperm she fired brought electricity through her own cunt, rolling over her in waves of orgasmic bliss. She had originally planned to be gentle, but now she rutted the filly for all she was worth.

When her sis stopped thrusting for a moment, time seemed to stand still for Applebloom. She had been mostly silent, but when she felt the first hot jet of sperm fill her up, she gasped and went stiff. The feeling made her feel disgusted and lustful at the same time. She didn't like the way she felt, but at the same time she knew there was little she could do about it.

Applejack finally collapsed on top of the filly, panting as she tried to recover from the powerful series of orgasms. She could feel Applebloom stirring under her, and rolled to the side, her limp member pulling out of the filly with a soft plop.

Standing to her feet, she stood the young pony up on wobbly legs. Applejack helped her find her balance, the filly still finding her bearings after the intense experience. "Alright now, turn around for me, AB." The pony looked down at the ground, not daring to disobey. Applejack lifted her strawberry colored tail, and examined her swollen cunt. A small amount of her cum dribbled out, but she seemed satisfied she had had rutted her sister properly.

"Now tomorrow, I want you to report here to the barn after you're done with school. We're gonna put an apple pie in there every day until I'm satisfied you're knocked up. Now git, ya'll still got yer chores to do, little missy." She slapped the filly playfully on her flank. Applebloom didn't need to be told twice. She turned on her hooves and was gone.

Applejack looked down and admired her glistening member. She didn't know how long this enchantment would last, but she already knew she was looking forward to tomorrow.