1 Normal Pony Food

(This occurs right after Mentally Advanced Series episode 10 where the crusaders meet for the first time.)

Applebloom led her two new filly friends, Scootaloo and Thrackerzod, up to her bedroom at Sweet Apple Acres. Her room had a large four post bed, her dresser with mirror, her closet, and a night stand with a lamp. Predictably everything was decorated with apples. The apple designs were worked into every piece of furniture, the pattern broken here and there by a few hearts.

Applebloom came in first, followed shortly be Thrackerzod, who walked stiffly and observed the room with suspicious eyes. Scootaloo was in the rear, no doubt so she could keep looking at their rears on the way over. She wasn't exactly discreet in her staring either, though it went over the innocent Applebloom's head why she did so.

"Oh this room is really cute, baby," said Scootaloo, her eyes going right for the bed, "And you got a four post bed big enough for all three of us. Those big beds are perfect for tying ponies down. Hoo!"

"Tying ponies down?" asked Applebloom, "Why'd ya wanna do somethin like that?"

"I'll show you sometime, sweet thang," Scootaloo winked.

"I can think of many reasons to tie down a pony," said Thrackerzod, "Normal reasons, of course." She looked at the bed thoughtfully, "I wonder if Twilight Sparkle could be restrained in this manner."

"You still on that?" asked Applebloom, "I already told ya we ain't killin' Twilight."

Scootaloo seemed to ignore the darker part of the conversation, "Well I like it anyway, and that big closet would be perfect for a game of 'seven minutes in heaven'."

"I would rather not go to Heaven," complained Thrackerzod, "Unless that is normal, then I will go with a large group."

"A large group?" asked Scootaloo, "Oh you are a kinky one Thracker."

"Well my dolls are in there if ya still wanted ta see em," said Applebloom, even if neither of the others had mentioned wanting to, "I got colorin books too."

"My parents don't let me have dolls," said Scootaloo, "They didn't like how I played with em."

"Perhaps they can be enchanted," suggested Thrackerzod, "We could turn them into minions or voodoo dolls."

"I ain't never heard a those types of dolls," said Applebloom, "Maybe we can go to your house next time to see your dolls Thrackerzod."

"You're the only doll I need, Applebloom. Hoo! You know what I'd really like?" suggested Scootaloo, "Maybe we could have some of that normal pony food we talked about."

"Oh are ya hungry?" asked Applebloom, "I can go to the kitchen an get-"

"Oh we don't need to go to the kitchen, baby," said Scootaloo, "We got all the normal pony food we need right here. HooAh!"

"Okay now I'm just confused," Applebloom said.

"I also feel an appropriate amount of bewilderment," added Thrackerzod.

"Well I'll show you just what I mean, baby," said Scootaloo, "We just need to slip over to your bed and have you sprawl out a bit."

"Say again?" asked Applebloom, "Still not gettin ya."

"Oh I'll make you understand, you beautiful apple pie," Scootaloo said, "Just do what the Scootaloo tells you and it'll be allll right."

"Okay okay," said Applebloom, "Just to find out what tha hay yer talkin about."

Applebloom went to her bed, climbing up the side and pulling herself atop it. She walked to the head of the bed and sat down on her haunches next to the pillow. Scootaloo paused to discretely lock Applebloom's door from the inside, then was close behind, a large grin spread across her face and eyes fixed on Applebloom. Thrackerzod quickly followed their example and climbed up onto the bed as well. She sat on her haunches on one side and curiously watched the other two fillies.

Scootaloo moved up to Applebloom and pushed gently at her chest, "Just lay on your back, Apple Pie. This pegaslut's gonna show you how it's done."

"Pegawhat?" Applebloom tilted her head.

As an Apple she was pretty sheltered from such things, particularly as a nine-year-old. Regardless, she plopped down onto her back, forelegs crossed together and hind legs splayed out slightly to show off her cute little virgin slit. Scootaloo licked her lips, her own tail flagged up behind her and her wings slowly flexing outward as they stiffened. Her eyes were locked on the prize between Applebloom's hind legs.

"Oh your pie looks really sweet, Hoo!" Scootaloo leaned forward slowly, her nose coming within inches of Applebloom's tiny slit and taking a deep breath of her scent, breathing back warmly against her.

"Hay now!" Applebloom complained, blushing bright red at the feeling of warmth against her, "What's wif tha butt sniffin?"

"Oh baby you are so innocent," said Scootaloo, "We're gonna have to fix that. HooAh! Now just relax..."

Scootaloo pried Applebloom's legs apart a bit more, taking another deep breath before leaning close. She ran her tongue across the inside of Applebloom's thigh, then continued to lap, slowly closing the distance to the soft little pussy.

"Yer gettin a bit close to my wee wee there," Applebloom was blushing from head to tail now, her legs slowly closing only to be coaxed back open by Scootaloo's fore hooves.

"That's the idea baby," Scootaloo purred and finally reaching out her tongue to slide it in a circle around the young slit, pulling it back into her mouth and rolling her eyes back at the taste.

"But... I pee from thar..." said Applebloom, "S-stop it..."

"Not to worry, my Apple Pie," said Scootaloo as she licked her lips again, "I'm gonna show you something else you can do from there."

"This is a strange ritual," Thrackerzod spoke up, "Do all ponies do this sort of thing in private?"

"You betcha," said Scootaloo, "And you can bet your sweet marshmallow flank that I'mma cummin for you next. Hoo!"

Scootaloo finally went for the gold. She ran her tongue from Applebloom's tight little tail hole up to her slit, then across her sensitive lips and swirled around her clit. Applebloom took a deep breath, pulling her hind legs together again, though that just hugged them tightly around Scootaloo's head. The pint-sized slut ran her tongue back down, lapping firmly against Applebloom's underage cunt, each lap gliding more deeply into her new friend's nethers. She pushed her muzzle against Applebloom firmly, nuzzling against her labia and pushing her tongue inside, scraping the warm muscle against Applebloom's virginity and rolling her eyes back at the taste.

Applebloom didn't complain by this point, mainly because she was so confused, but she definitely started to see how Scootaloo said it would be fun. She wasn't sure if what she was feeling was 'fun', but it sure felt good. A light little moan escaped Applebloom's lips and she arched her back, pushing her hips upwards into Scootaloo's affections.

"D-don't stop..." Applebloom panted, but there was no chance of it stopping, "W-wow..."

Thrackerzod peered at the couple, her eyes narrowing. She leaned over to get a better look at Scootaloo lapping away at Applebloom's precious little pussy, Applebloom's hips starting to press upwards into the licking. She then looked back over to Scootaloo's behind, hips rotating excitedly in mid air and tail still flagged up high. Her own not-so-virgin slit was visible, glistening with wetness.

Deciding that she didn't want to seem like the odd pony, Thrackerzod padded over behind Scootaloo on the bed. She sat on her haunches behind her, leaning forward to sniff curiously several times, then placed her front hooves about Scootaloo's flanks. The pegaslut immediately spread out her hind legs and braced them against the bed, pushing her rump back for Thrackerzod without question.

"Oh I love it when a filly takes initiative, Hoo!" Scootaloo ceased licking long enough to speak and then went back to digging in.

Thrackerzod leaned down to look between Scootaloo's legs to see how she was doing things, watching her as she literally french kissed Applebloom's pussy, twisting her head from side to side. Thrackerzod gripped Scoot's behind firmly and pressed her muzzle against her slit. She licked deeply, then scrunched up her face at the taste. A small bit of white goo leaked out, the taste of some male's recent seed mixing thickly with Scootaloo's own. Despite this, she kissed it, Scootaloo's labia spreading far more easily than Applebloom's and allowing her to lap deeply.

Meanwhile Applebloom was getting into her first cunt licking, both forehooves now on Scootaloo's head, pushing her against her crotch as her hips thrust against Scootaloo's face. She moaned again, her movements moving faster as Scootaloo dug in, her nose rubbing hard against Applebloom's clit as she continued to lap. As Thrackerzod dug in so eagerly into her pussy, Scootaloo moaned out as well, sending sweet little vibrations up through Applebloom's plot. Applebloom's tunnel was clenching harder with each lap and thrust now, sending her obliviously towards her first climax.

Thrackerzod paused from time to time to glance through at what Scootaloo was doing, returning to grind her chin against Scootaloo's clit as she made out hotly with her slit. Curious at how deeply her tongue could go, she moved her forehooves to either side of the pegasus' slit, pulling outwards to spread out her labia so she could press deeper. Her eyes widened as she was able to slip a good deal of her muzzle into Scootaloo's well-used pussy, lapping even deeper and causing the pegaslut to race towards her own hot release.

Being the hair-trigger that she was, Scootaloo managed to get off first. Her slippery little tunnel clenched hard against Thrackerzod, her insides convulsing as thick goo splattered back into Thrackerzod's face. Thrackerzod grunted, pulling her face back and clenching her eyes shut, her muzzle and face suddenly dripping with Scootaloo's thick cunt juice. She resisted the urge to spit, swallowing a mouthful of goo instead and forcing it to stay down. She leaned down and wiped her face against Applebloom's blanket.

"Ponies are such disgusting creatures," Thrackerzod murmured under her breath.

Meanwhile Scootaloo squealed blissfully as her pussy exploded, her whole body shaking and wings practically pulsing with stiffness. She pushed her muzzle harder against Applebloom to muffled her moan, sending the sweet vibrations through the virgin pussy instead. Applebloom rolled her eyes back, her own body shuddering, legs kicking outward as her first orgasm ripped through her body. Applebloom let out a not-so-muffled squeal, rattling the whole room. Not prepared at all, it hit her like a truck and left her whole body shaking violently and sweet juice splattering all over Scootaloo's face. Scootaloo opened her muzzle wide, guzzling down as much of the fluid as she could before pulling her head back with a grin.

"I'm so glad I met you two," Scootaloo panted as she staggered back and sat back on her haunches, "And now for the little marshmallow-"

"Applebloom!?" Applejack called from outside, having heard Applebloom's squeal, "What's goin' on in thar? Why's yer door locked?"

"My sister!" Applebloom still had no idea what had just occurred, but somehow she sensed that she shouldn't let Applejack find out.

"Aw man, somebody's always busting in at the wrong time," said Scootaloo, "Quick act casual, my lovely fruit pies."

"What is happening now?" Thrackerzod demanded.

Scootaloo tugged Thrackerzod next to her, sitting themselves down in front of the wet places on the bed. Applebloom went wide eyed as Scootaloo motioned for her to open the door.

"Uh, I'm comin' sis!" Applebloom called out, trying hard to calm her breathing. She walked up to the door, unlatching and opening it up, "Uh, hi sis."

Applejack stepped through the door, peering around the room, her eyes falling on Scootaloo and Thrackerzod, "Ya found yerself new friends? What was all the fuss about?"

"Oh um, this is Thrackerzod and Scootaloo, they were... tickling me," said Appleboom, "Just harmless ticklin. Ah musta locked the door on accident."

"That's right, AppleSis," said Scootaloo, "I wouldn't harm a hair on her beautiful red head."

"I too am guilty of performing the tickling ritual," luckily Thrackerzod got the idea.

"I um, okay?" Applejack arched her eyebrow at the two on the bed, but nodded, "Well okay, ya'll three play nice." Hesitantly, she shut the door.

"Phew, that was close baby," said Scootaloo, "Don't worry, we'll find a nice private place for lovin' later on."

"What was it close to?" asked Thrackerzod, "I still have no idea what is going on."

2 AppleSnack

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Applejack had a long day out in the orchard that day bucking for apples, her hips aching from overdoing herself, as she often did. She looked forward to going home and soaking in a nice bath, but had a few more tasks to do yet before the day was done.

Arriving at a secluded corner of the orchard, near where the Cutie Mark Crusaders had their little clubhouse, she set her sights on a dilapidated barn that had obviously not been used in some time. Granny Smith had asked her to check on its condition to see if it could be fixed up, or if it was too far gone, in which case they'd need to knock the thing down. Either way, it had been a lot longer a walk than she wanted to take after so much bucking.

She walked in, pushing the large barn doors out of the way, one of which fell from its hinges and thumped against the floor. She shook her head, but still decided to have a look inside to see if there was anything to save. Unfortunately, she was too tired to keep watch over where she was stepping. One front leg suddenly pushed through a rotten board on the floor, slamming her face onto the floor in the process. She grunted at the impact, then yanked her leg free rather violently, stumbling into one of the main barn supports in the process.

As she was getting her wits back about her, there was creaking sound as wood began to give way, then a sharp snap as the support gave its last and tumbled right towards Applejack. She shouted, trying to dodge out of the way, but she was too out of sorts to react as quickly as she might normally. When the smoke cleared, she was on her belly on the floor, the large log of a beam pinning her down.

She moaned again, wriggling slowly to confirm that nothing was broken. No, she was just a bit bruised... and pinned under a heavy chunk of wood. She pulled herself forward, finding that nothing gave for her, then tried to push herself backwards instead. The log only creaked more, dropping another inch and pinning her more firmly, barely leaving her room to breath.

She groaned in frustration. Was she going to have to wait for someone to come looking for her? That would be at least two hours before anyone thought to come looking for her, though at least her family would know where to look for her. She sighed, making herself relax, just going limp and resigning herself to wait. Minutes passed, then perhaps an hour, and Applejack wondered how long she had left to wait.

Unfortunately for Applejack, the first one to find her wasn't her Apple relatives. Scootaloo, heading back from a meeting at the Cutie Mark Crusader clubhouse, trotted by the barn on her way out. Noticing that the roof was now sagging and the door was wide open, the curious filly made a detour to the old barn. Peaking into the door, the dim evening light fell right onto Applejack, or rather her rear quarters, pinned beneath the beam. She could be seen twitching a bit, so she was alive at least, but what Scootaloo really noticed was how her sweaty bottom shimmered in the dim light.

Keeping herself quiet, Scootaloo curiously approached. Applejack grew still as she heard the sound of tiny hooves against the barn floor, approaching her from behind. They stopped just short of reaching her, and Scootaloo pondered the situation, her tail swishing a bit behind her.

"Hello?" asked Applejack, "Somepony there?"

Well she didn't sound too badly hurt, Scootaloo thought to herself, and this was really a golden opportunity. Scootaloo grinned widely as her mental gears began to chug away, taking another step closer. Her wings perked up slowly, spreading out above her and quickly stiffening up. She took a deep breath, trying hard not to let on who she was, and reached out one front hoof, letting it slide down Applejack's right rump cheek from her tail to near her knee.

"What?" Applejack asked, "Who's there? Is that you Applebloom?" All she knew so far as that someone with a small hoof was behind her stroking her ass. It didn't give her a lot to go on.

Scootaloo was grinning like mad by this point, sitting up on her haunches and rubbing Applejack's plot with both front hooves. She felt over the muscular behind, hooves gliding over the firm, still somewhat sweaty fur. She massaged into it, working circles about each of AJ's cheeks and and sliding down the crevice between them. Applejack tried to put her tail down, but it was conveniently pinned beneath the beam too, forcing her to keep it upwards.

"Hay!" Applejack complained, "Hooves off! What do you think yer doin?"

The hooves didn't off, in fact they started getting a lot more personal as one slide down between AJ's thighs and slid over her exposed slit. Rubbing once.. twice.. slowly up and down the soft fleshy mound. Soon it was rubbing firmly, pushing her lips slightly apart as she massaged AJ's exposed pussy. Applejack grunted again, trying to move her legs to push the mystery pony away, but her legs were pushed against the floor at an odd angle already, and ached every time she tried to move them.

Scootaloo bit her lip hard, barely refraining from her trademark 'Hoo!' as she began to work Applejack's labia apart. Placing one hoof on each side, she spread out the sleek pony cunt, leaning her head down and taking a deep breath, rolling her eyes back at the scent of mare. Leaning forward further, she spread AJ out and ran her tongue against her, sliding from AJ's clit, up the inside of one lip, sliding across the other side and down the inside of the other. She did this several times, just twirling her tongue and taking in the taste. Her wings were so flexed by now that they practically pulsed, not to mention her own tiny slit had started to glisten in excitement.

"Hooves... off... right now!" Applejack tried hard not to react positively to the sudden oral sex, writhing as much as she could beneath the beam, only really serving to make things more exciting for her mystery lover.

Scootaloo had an easier time not making noise with her mouth busy, and soon she had her muzzle pressed firmly against AJ's nethers, taking long laps into her joy hole, pushing apart her tunnel deeper and deeper. Scootaloo had a long tongue for her age, and had plenty of practice using it. It twisted, lapped, and drank up AJ's increasing wetness, drooling down Scootaloo's chin as she rubbed it into the adult's clit.

Eventually, Applejack's complaints died off, the pony seeming to resign herself to her fate. Soon she was breathing heavily, at least as much as her present stuck position would allow her too, and found her thighs unconsciously pulling apart as much as they could, giving Scootaloo more room. Scootaloo pushed her muzzle harder against AJ's slit, her nose stretching out AJ a bit more with each lap, just a bit deeper each time, until suddenly it gave and Scootaloo pushed her entire muzzle into AJ's now sopping wet pussy. She began to thrust her head, literally fucking Applejack with her face, her tongue dipping deeper still and tormenting AJ's insides.

Scootaloo rotated her own hips in midair in excitement as she pushed her face more firmly, turning this way and that to stretch out Applejack's tunnel, never ceasing her pleasuring of it. Applejack was beginning to loose her battle with Scootaloo's disturbingly talented tongue, finally letting out an outright moan. She splayed out her hind legs more purposefully, her hip wriggling slowly turning into rolling back against Scootaloo's affections. Scootaloo slurped greedily as she ate Applejack out.

The naughty little pegaslut moved one of her front hooves beneath Applejack, feeling around and barely able to reach to her breasts as they were smushed against the floor. She managed to tweak first one of AJ's nipples and then the other, moving back and forth with the one hoof. Her other front hoof was pushed between her own legs, rubbing her own gooey preteen slit furiously.

Applejack let herself go more and more, her nipples hardening and her marehood drooling profusely. Finally she felt her climax building, swelling with each movement of the stranger's tongue inside of her. She arched her back, rolled her eyes back, and let out a bellow of a moan, her whole body shuddering. She practically squealed as she suddenly tipped over the edge, her hips pushing hard against Scootaloo's face and juice flooding out of her tunnel, washing over the naughty foals face. Scootaloo tried to guzzle down as much of the excess fluid as she could, forcing AJ to ride her orgasm through to completion, then continued her lapping into AJ's now super sensitive insides.

Applejack gave another groan, and then finally quietened as Scootaloo pulled her drenched face back from the older mare's sweet cunt. Both ponies panted together for a few long moments.

"Ya gonna tell me who ya are now?" asked Applejack, "Don't leave me here now!"

But apparently Scootaloo wasn't, nor was she done. Applejack listened as Scootaloo trotted away, though the little one was only headed out to pick up a few nice juicy apples that had fallen from the nearby trees. A few moments later, she was heard padding back into the barn, carrying three apples on her back. Still without a word, she sat back on her haunches behind Applejack.

Scootaloo grinned like a maniac as she took the first apple and pushed it against AJ's drenched snatch. Her lips stretched firmly against it, but Scootaloo figured she could take it. She was a country girl after all, Scootaloo was pretty sure they were supposed to be good at taking a wide load. She pushed the apple harder, and finally AJ's cunt lips popped around it, allowing Scootaloo to push the fruit inside of her.

"W-what in tarnation?" Applejack yelped, "You knock that off right this instance!"

Scootaloo only continued grinning and took the second apple in her mouth. Giving the first apple another push for good measure, she then pressed the second against AJ's nethers, pushing the first one deeper inside in the process. AJ's insides clenched at the uncomfortable load suddenly being pushed inside of her, her rump once again starting to wriggle. Scootaloo forced the fruit until the second one popped fully inside of her firm moist lips, then crammed the third piece of fruit behind it.

Applejack's tunnel pushed back in resistance, trying to push the apples out of her, but that only served to increase Scoot's fun. The apples pushed out until the third was halfway out, then Scootaloo pushed hard to force them back inside fully. In and out they thrusted, effectively fucking Applejack with the apples. Applejack cursed under her breath, but all the same her hips started to roll back against the new bulge that was stretching her out so well.

As Scootaloo continued to push and release the apples, she moved her muzzle upwards, lapping from AJ's pussy to her tail hole, and cupping her lips over her tailhole instead. She lapped up and down, then twirled about. She pressed her muzzle closely and kissed the second entrance deeply, forcing her tongue through the tight sphincter and deeper inside, spitting up AJ's cunt juice to lubricate her way deeper.

Applejack whined, her already sensitive nethers driven once again forward, not to mention the anal affection which she had to admit was much better than she would have expected such to be. She was soon panting heavily once again, her slickened tunnel pushing at the apples, then relaxing and actually allowing them to be pushed back, letting herself enjoy her perverse fate. Her plot hole clenched at Scootaloo's tongue even as she forced it deeper, the filly pressing her muzzle hard once again, very nearly pushing her muzzle into AJ's anal hole as well.

Applejack felt herself approaching another climax whether she wanted to or not, and soon she was moaning as loud as she could, completely letting go. "Buck... don't you dare stop until ah'm finished now!"

Scootaloo had no intention, at least until her ears perked up and she her a clanking noise from outside of something being tripped over. She pulled her head back and looked out just in time to see a small shadow approaching the door. Gulping, the pegasus quickly tiptoed off to the side, sinking down behind a bale of hay and gritting her teeth. Around the door came Applebloom, ears perked at the sound of Applejack's moaning, eyes going wide as she suddenly found herself staring at Applejack's very moist nether side.

If that wasn't enough for Applebloom, Applejack came hard despite Scootaloo having been forced to retreat. The apples literally shot out of her clenching tunnel, barely missing Applebloom, rolling wetly across the floor, followed by a sudden spray of bodily fluids, Applejack's body spasming in orgasmic bliss even as she unintentionally gave Applebloom a very wet face and front from the blast.

"Ugh... Applejack!" exclaimed Applebloom.

"A-Applebloom!?" Applejack exclaimed, trying to take deep breaths to calm herself.

"Yeah sis it's me, but what are ya doin?" Applebloom spit and tried to get the taste off her tongue.

Not wanting to spend any more time with Applejack's apple-shooting nether region, Applebloom padded around the beam to find AJ's face end. From AJ's perspective, she saw Applebloom finally walk about, her little sister covered in her fresh juices. She could only draw one conclusion.

"A-applebloom?! It was you?!" Applejack exclaimed again.

"Um, ah guess it's me, sis," Applebloom said innocently.

Applejack blushed harder than she ever had, from head to hoof, and the two just stared at each other for a long while.

"Ah... w-we'll talk bout this later," Applejack said wide-eyed, "Fer now just get Big Mac to come and move this here beam..."

Scootaloo waited until Applebloom was out of the way again, then sneaked out of the barn herself, trying not to make any noise and grinning widely as she went. She knew it was a dick move to let Applebloom take the blame, but who knows, maybe it would turn out well for her? Scootaloo had plenty of fantasies how it could.

3 Dirty Deeds Done Drunk

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Applebloom was about to settle down for a night's rest, though she didn't feel like it in the slightest. She highly suspected that her siblings just wanted to stay up late guzzling cider, and of course they thought she was too young to drink anything close to what they would.

Just as she was pulling the covers up over her though, she heard a rattling at her window. She perked up, sitting up in bed to look over, and saw Scootaloo and Thrackerzod having apparently climbed the side of their home to sneak into her room. She pulled herself out from under the covers and quietly trotted over to the window.

"Hey you guys," Applebloom said as she opened the window, "Uh, what you all doin here?"

"Like we need an excuse to visit your sexy plot?" Scootaloo grinned, stumbling into the window.

"I too am visiting your posterior," Thrackerzod crawled in more carefully, eyes moving across the room suspiciously, "That is normal."

"Well just hope sis doesn't find ya in here," said Applebloom, "Ya know she doesn't like me hangin around with you Scootaloo, or hangin around this late." She rolled her eyes. "Though thar prolly too busy gettin drunk right now ta check on me."

"Gettin drunk you say?" Scootaloo walked further in, casually smacking Applebloom's rear with her wing in passing, "You got any booze?"

"No," Applebloom shook her head and turned about, peering at Scootaloo for the wing pat, then heading towards her bed, "And before ya ask no we ain't gonna go sneak and get some. Not gonna risk tha groundin ah'd get for that. May get grounded already just fer lettin you two in."

"And this 'grounding'," asked Thrackerzod, "Will it happen to us as well?"

"Only if yer folks did it to you ah guess," Applebloom crawled up onto the bed and half curled up.

"It sounds unpleasant," said Thrackerzod, "I will attempt to avoid getting caught in my normal childish endeavors then."

"Oh come on babies," said Scootaloo as she crawled up onto the bed behind Applebloom, immediately sliding one of her hooves down across Applebloom's rump cheek, "Let's not talk about unpleasant things when there are so many pleasant things. Hoo!"

Suddenly there was a large banging noise outside that sounded like a pony falling over something, followed by a short yelp that sounded like Applejack.

"Oh horse apples!" Applebloom panicked, "You two gotta hide! Get in the closet while ah pretend ta be asleep!"

Scootaloo was slow to react, but Thrackerzod pulled her off the bed by one of her hind legs before pushing her towards the large closet. The two of them slipped inside, leaving the door open just a crack to peak through. Meanwhile Applebloom lay on her side, head on her pillow and blanket pulled up around her, gritting her teeth and trying to breath calmly like she was asleep.

Applejack opened the door, standing there for a moment, swaying back and forth. About her back was a simple leather saddlebag with one side full. She entered, standing at the doorway for nearly a minute as she seemed to consider something, then slowly closed the door behind her and latched the lock shut.

Applebloom expected her big sister just to check on her and leave, but instead AJ reached one hoof and stroked over Applejack's mane. That wasn't ~too~ odd, though it did make Applebloom a bit nervous. The oddness started when Applejack shrugged her saddlebag onto the floor next to Applebloom's bed, then pulled the cover down to slip herself beneath it.

Applejack's breath brushed against the back of Applebloom's mane, the scent of some of their stronger cider definitely on AJ's breath. She pulled herself close to Applebloom, and stroked one hoof down her younger sister's side, shoulder to blank flank, then up and down from flank to knee. Her hoof gradually got more personal, and finally she gently tugged Applebloom's tail up out of the way and placed one hoof firmly on her little sister's slit.

Applebloom tensed up at the unexpected drunken incest, her eyes snapping wide, forgetting for a moment she was pretending to sleep. Applejack chuckled behind her.

"Ah kin tell when yer not asleep AB," said Applejack, slurring her words from inebriation, "Ya know that, naughty little whippersnapper."

"Yeah fine," Applebloom admitted, "But what are ya doin? This is gettin.. a bit creepy."

"Don't play coy with me, sis," chuckled Applejack, "Not after yer little stunt the other day. Ah said we'd talk about it later... well we're talkin about it."

"Come agin?" asked Applebloom.

"Oh we'll cum again," said Applejack, "Don't ya worry none about that."

Applejack's hoof rubbed more firmly against Applebloom's soft slit, moving in a circle around it, the filly squirming delightfully against her as she did. Her other front hoof hugged around her sister and pulled her close, rubbing up and down her belly slowly. Her breathing was gradually heavier against Applebloom, and Applebloom's eyes were gradually bigger.

"Ah comeon," whispered Scootaloo to Thrackerzod as she looked through the crack in the closet, "I can't see what's happening with the covers up."

Scootaloo could guess what was happening though, even without picking up what they were saying. Just like her perverted little fantasy. She kept one eye peering out, propping herself up with one front hoof as the other reached between her hind legs and rubbed slowly at her own cute little pussy.

Thrackerzod just sat beside her, staring at Scootaloo as if trying to process her actions, until Scootaloo reached over and pulled her close. She then warily looked through the crack with Scootaloo, not wanting to seem different. She tried to determine why this was so exciting.

Applejack did eventually toss the covers, finally pulling it off from over them and letting it flutter down to land on the floor next to the bed. Applebloom squeaked as Applejack turned her over onto her back, pushing her legs gently apart and looking squarely down at her private parts. Thanks to Scootaloo she wasn't clueless as to what was going on, but she was still rather freaked out about it.

"Gettin hot in here ain't it," Applejack panted, "You don't mind if ah return tha favor from before now do ya? Ya little dyke slut." Applejack got a bit mouthy when she was drunk enough.

Applebloom didn't resist what her sister was doing, allowing her legs to splay out as AJ pulled them, propping herself up a bit on the pillow behind her to look down at her big sister. Applebloom blushed furiously when Applejack's face went to her cunt, feeling her breath as Applejack took in several doses of Applebloom's scent.

"Ain't you just the cutest when ya blush," said Applejack, licking her lips once more, "Gonna eat yer little pussy out good."

She wasted no more time, brushing her tongue over the underage slit, sliding up from Applebloom's tail, across her anus, then up over her slit and to her belly. She went down again, stroking the entire length several times before finally pausing. She paused over Applebloom's rear entry, giving it a deep kiss just as she had been kissed, though she didn't manage to get her tongue very far past that tight little ring. She then slid up and gave the blank flank's play hole a kiss, slurping loudly and pushing her tongue in far enough to glide over her little sister's hymen.

"Not a ~complete~ slut yet ah see," said Applejack wetly with her muzzle still against Applebloom, "Maybe we kin fix that."

Applejack kissed Applebloom deeply and repeatedly, letting her labia stretch just slightly against her muzzle. She tasted at Applebloom's virginity repeatedly, feeling Applebloom's slit finally start to grow moist. Even Applebloom got into it, pushing her hips upwards and half-closing her eyes as she moaned softly.

Encouraged by her little sister's pleasure, Applejack continued her tongue strokes, slurping at one labia and then the other, then pushing her tongue once again between them. She felt Applebloom's little body tense, the younger pony moving her legs up to grip around her sisters head, panting as her body was pushed closer and closer to her peak.

Scootaloo now had a good enough look to see Applebloom's legs wrapped about Appejacks head. Deciding that she shouldn't be masturbating when there was a perfectly good pony right next to her, she moved her wet fapping hoof and tugged one of Thrackerzod's hoofs to her crotch instead. Thrackerzod jumped slightly at the sudden grab, narrowing her eyes at Scootaloo, but got the idea at what Scootaloo was wanting.

Scootaloo reached her own wet hoof between Thrackerzod's hind legs rubbing her own slick fluid against Thrackerzod's un-excited slit. Thrackerzod narrowed her eyes further, but felt against Scootaloo's fun bits with her hoof, then reluctantly began to rub into it with circular motions, trying to match what Scootaloo was doing to her. Soon enough, even the unamused filly couldn't help but get moist, and the two sat side by side, bucking their hips softly against each others hoof.

"Mmm, incest is best," whispered Scootaloo, with a quiet little "Hoo."

"Is this normal?" asked Thrackerzod, "I mean with one's sister. It does not seem normal."

"Oh hells yeah," assured Scootaloo, "Nothing like a good lickin' to bring sisters closer."

"Do you even have a sister?" asked Thrackerzod.

"I'm extrapolatin, Thracker," said Scootaloo, "I know enough to figure it out."

"All the same, I am quite sure Rarity would not approve," Thrackerzod pointed out, "She rarely shows interest in other females and I have heard her berate Applejack over rumors of family ties."

"Just get 'er a little tipsy, baby," Scootaloo grinned, "She'll be all over your fine little pussy like a hobo on a cheese sandwich. Hoo."

As the two friends were mutually masturbating each other in the closet, Applebloom was trying her best not to squeal too loudly, not wanting to alert Big Mac to their activities; Celestia only knows what might happen if he stumbled in here drunk too. It wasn't easy, putting both front hooves to her mouth, cheeks puffed out as she strained, legs quivering as they gripped harder at Applejack's head.

Applejack enjoyed tormenting her sister so, nuzzling, slurping, and humming into the sweet underage hole, letting the sweet juice drool down her chin. Applebloom's body tensed up, and she let out a muffled squeal of bliss. Her legs loosened and kicked into the air several times as the orgasm slammed through her, Applejack eagerly gulping down her little sister's Apple juice, rolling her eyes back at the taste.

Applejack kept lapping until Applebloom had been reduce to shivers and panting, licking the juice from her lips, then reaching one hoof off the side of the bed, grabbing for the saddlebag she had put there earlier.

"You playin wif some of yer friends at school?" asked AJ, "Fillies or colts?"

"Um a few," admitted Applebloom, "Jus fillies..."

"You don't like boys?" Applejack asked.

"Um sure ah like em, just never one of em offered to.. ya know," Applebloom started to blush again.

"You know what boys look like down thar?" Applejack winked, swaying from a mix of lust and extreme drunkeness. Was she even going to remember this?

"Well ah've seen em of course," Applebloom shrugged, staying on her back, "Not close up or anythang."

"Well then ah got a toy to show ya," Applejack tugged at the bag.

Out of it she pulled a dark red dildo, though thankfully for Applebloom's sake, it seemed to be colt sized. It was realistic otherwise though, slightly flared tip, a medial ridge, and splotched several shades of red. At the base it had a equivalent sized ball sack as a base. Applejack held it in her muzzle, moving it right in front of Applebloom's face.

Applebloom stared at it for a moment, then reached up her hands to feel across the surface. Whatever it was made out of was pliable to the touch, and she squeezed it a bit before feeling down the shaft and then over the balls, which gave stiffly to her pressing. She nodded slowly, pulling her hooves back, shivering and blushing still.

"Ya wanna try it on fer size?" asked Applejack, "Yer first time with one in ya might be a bit uncomfy, so maybe better with a toy than with an excited little stallion."

"Uh, sure," Applebloom nodded.

"Course ya do, ya naughty little thang," Applejack grinned, "Why don't ya sit up on yer haunches though and try sitting on it. You kin control the speed more that way. Ah'll get one fer me too."

Applebloom wriggled a bit, pulling herself up to standing again, then stared at the toy that Applejack apparently expected her to use on her own. She sat back on her haunches, taking the toy like she thought it might bite, and sliding the tip against her slit, rubbing it up and down.

Meanwhile Applejack pulled a much larger one out of her saddlebag, dark red as well but decorated with an apple design of all things. She sat up on her own haunches across from Applebloom, then waited to be sure she was watching before she put the tip of her own toy to her already drooling mare cunt, holding it straight up beneath her and then sinking downward. Applebloom watched in amazement as it popped into her sister, then her sister's labia glided down the surface as it penetrated her. She rolled her hips with small thrusting motions, sliding down more and more until her flesh was settled firmly against the ballsack, fully penetrating her.

"No go on, don't feel like ya have to do it that fast," Applejack said.

As Applejack's hips start to roll, pulling off the toy and sliding back onto it slowly, she reached her front hooves over and tried to steady Applebloom; it was no easy task since she wasn't very steady herself. Applebloom stood up higher on her hind legs, Applejack reaching down to hold the base of the smaller toy beneath her. Held straight up and down, Applebloom tried to do as her sister had done, pushing her tight little opening against it.

Her lips didn't want to give for several long moments, even a small tip quite a big stretch for a unused ten year old pussy. When it did finally pop between her lips, she was pressing down so hard that she slid it in another few inches right away, stretching out her hymen and popping it, sending a jolt of pain through her and making her eyes water. It was a good thing she didn't see her virgin blood drooling down the toy or she might have panicked.

"It's okay," said Applejack, grinning widely at her sister's first probing, "Take it slow and it'll feel better."

Applebloom paused, shaking as she tried to keep balance, then as the pain eased she began to push her hips slightly, pulling the top few inches in and out of her slowly, tight, glistening lips wrapped firmly about the fake flesh. She nodded slowly, relaxing and letting herself sink just a little more with each roll of her hips, making progress in tiny increments, but starting to enjoy the feel of a shaft stretching out her little pussy.

Applejack continued to roll her hips against her own toy making lewd, wet suction noises. She moved her head forward to push her lips against Applebloom's. The two kissed deeply, playing their tongues together and Applejack enjoyed how her sister shivered while her innocence was taken.

The ridge popped into her lips, and she began to sink more rapidly, her movements picking up as well. Applebloom squeaked into Applejack's continued kissing of her, moving her front hooves to massage at Applejack's chest. Applejack continued to hold Applebloom's toy with one hoof as the other moved to her sister's belly, rubbing over her tiny breasts and tweaking against her clit to encourage her.

Applebloom was plenty encouraged, and kept sinking downward even as it felt like she was being impaled. She let out a groan of surprise when she actually managed to push her belly against the base of her toy, Applejack no longer needing to hold it for her as it pressed deeply, pulling her inner tunnel open. She began to rotate her hips as her sister was, starting to bounce on her toy.

The sister's hips continued to roll, sweat drooling down their already drenched bodies, moving up and down in time so that the lewd wet noises played in time with one another. Their hooves moved over each other's body, stroking and holding, and their mouths met again and again, another deep kiss every few seconds, two sisters making out hotly as they enjoyed their bodies.

"That's it," Applejack said between kisses, "Yer a natural little cock fiend. You'll be bangin all the little colts just like ah did at yer age."

"Y-ya did?" asked Applebloom.

"Like a shark tastin' blood," said Applejack, "Soon as ah felt my first I was in a frenzy, a proper little cock sock for mah school friends."

As Applejack made a confession that she would definitely regret later, her pussy clenched and rolled over the thick shaft within her. She felt her climax rolling up through her body, and could feel Applebloom starting to shiver as well. She didn't hold herself back, allowing herself to juice up, moving her hips faster and faster still.

Applebloom joined her in barely controlled moaning, her own slit throbbing around its first taste of cock, sucking it in, milking it desperately for what unfortunately the dildo didn't have. Still, the little one felt her peak rushing her like a train, hugging Applejack close and giving one more deep kiss, slobber drooling off both their chins.

They groaned out together, both bodies going from shivering to convulsing. Applejack's body arched and held Applebloom close as her pussy spasmed, gushing her juice over the length of her large toy and splattering it out into a puddle on the bed beneath her. Applebloom was shortly behind, her own body clinging to Applejack as her young pussy spasmed harder than it ever had.

Applejack panted as they continued to hug, allowing themselves to slowly come down off of their sensual high. Applebloom pulled herself off of her toy, leaving it drenched in her juices, more drooling out after it. Applejack more or less tumbled over, awkwardly pulling her own toy loose with one hoof, then sliding one toy then the other back in her saddlebag.

She might have been coming to her senses, just a little, because she blushed sharply as she looked down at Applebloom sprawled out on the bed, eyes rolled back and tongue hanging out of her muzzle. Unresponsive from the experience, but clearly okay, Applejack moved her back into her sleeping position and covered her over with the blanket.

Hefting the saddlebag back on her back, she gave one last look at Applebloom before unlocking the door, clumsily walking out and shutting it behind her as she left.

Scootaloo opened the closet door once Applejack had left, panting heavily, her own thighs drenched in bliss, though seemingly unspent. Thrackerzod looked relieved when they parted, pulling her hoof away from Scootaloo.

"Applebloom has been disabled," said Thrackerzod, "We should probably leave."

"We goin to your place now, sweet stuff?" Scootaloo bumped her bottom against Thrackerzod's.

"No, I too am near to being disabled," said Thrackerzod, "This body demands sleep."

"No fun baby," said Scootaloo, "I guess we'll be off then. Don't think I won't catchya later!"

4 The Real Thing

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Applebloom headed up towards the clubhouse after her chores, having promised to meet her two best friends there and already a little late. She climbed up the ramp, peeking in the door to find Scootaloo and Thrackerzod talking.

"Baby," Scootaloo was saying, "Love can do anything!"

"Interesting," said Thrackerzod, "So it can be weaponized? Can it kill a pony?"

"I've been knockin' em dead all my life, sweet thing," said Scootaloo, "Hoo-Ah!"

"Interesting..." Thrackerzod pondered, rubbing her chin with one hoof and seriously considering her options, "But I don't want to try it on Twilight and fail, or she will know my plans. Perhaps we need a test victim."

"What are you two conspirin about?" asked Applebloom as she came in and closed the clubhouse door behind her, "Somethin' that'll get us in trouble no doubt."

"Naw no trouble, Bloom," claimed Scootaloo, "We were just waiting on your pretty face to show up."

"And if we were getting into trouble, that is acceptable," added Thrackerzod, "Normal children get into trouble often."

"Yeah well," said Applebloom, "Let's try not ta get in trouble fer today, for once. I think I left some coloring books around here somewhere so..."

"You been gettin into trouble?" asked Scootaloo, "Any more Applecest going on?"

Applebloom signed, "Yer never gonna let me live that down are you."

"Aw comeon, you can tell us!" Scootaloo said.

"Fine! If it'll shut you up about it," Applebloom rolled her eyes, "Look, all that happened is that Applejack acted really awkward around me fer a few days, then finally came to my room and apologized. She said she didn't remember quite what went on, but she was sorry if she made me uncomfy. That's all. Ah really don't think she's gonna do that again."

"Too bad," Scootaloo shook her head, "So you takin' her advice? Remember? She said you're like a shark now! Hoo!"

Applebloom blushed and looked away, "No ah haven't, and ah.. don't really think she'd like it if ah did."

"Perhaps we should get her intoxicated again," suggested Thrackerzod, "But this time film the event. Then we can blackmail her and force her to help us kill Twilight Sparkle."

"Yer not gonna blackmail anypony in my family," Applebloom snapped, "Go blackmail yer own sister!"

"Perhaps," Thrackerzod became quieter again, tapping her chin and once again pondering her options.

"Aw comeon Bloom," Scootaloo leaned over and nudged Applebloom, "Your sis already told you how she really feels. Sure she might not admit she likes it, but inside she'll always be freaky."

"I still really don't know about it," sighed Applebloom as she scooted a bit away from Scootaloo, "I mean really, who would I even do it with?"

"How bout Big Mac?" suggested Scootaloo, "I've been keepin an eye on him..."

"Um, no," Applebloom said, "First ah don't wanna make a habit of 'keepin it in tha family', and second, he'd probably split us in two."

"You'd be surprised what a determined pony can fit," claimed Scootaloo, "But I get your point, you should probably start small, like colts our age! Let's see... Snips and Snails... Rumble... Button Mash... Featherweight... Pipsqueak..."

"I refuse to interact with Snips and Snails," said Thrackerzod, "They creep me out."

"Yeah, last thing ah want is fer them to be jabberin the whole time," said Applebloom, "And really... ah mean ah don't think ah'd know how to ask any of the others."

"The Button one keeps asking me to go to the arcade with him," said Thrackerzod, "Perhaps he would be an appropriate test victim of weaponized love."

"Then you can go get him and lure him to the club house!" Scootaloo agreed, "We'll see what buttons we can mash... Hoo!"

"Excellent," said Thrackerzod, "I will handle body disposal if necessary." It was unclear what Thrackerzod thought they were going to do. Hopefully she would get the idea at some point.

"Say hi to his hot mom if you see her at his house," Scootaloo said, "Give her a swat on that fine flank for me."

"Shouldn't ah get some say in who it is?" Applebloom grumbled.

"You don't need to worry, doll," said Scootaloo, "Just leave it to the experienced ponies to guide you."

"Um, ain't ah more experienced than Thrackerzod?" Applebloom pointed out.

"I have experience in things that you would tremble to behold," said Thrackerzod darkly, then immediately lightened up, "Normal things."

"Whatever you say," Applebloom shrugged, "Ah guess if it's two against one, then let's get this over with. Can we at least color while we wait for Thrackerzod to get back?"

Thrackerzod knocked on Button Mash's door, waiting patiently for a response. When the door opened, it was Button's mother, who smiled down at her.

"Well hello there," she said, "You're one of Button's friends, aren't you?"

"Yes," said Thrackerzod, "I am designated a friend by your spawn. I wish for him to come out so that we may engage in normal and safe pony play together."

"Oh um, okay," she said, "I... guess I'll go ask him."

"I was also instructed to tell you 'Hi'," Thrackerzod added before she left, "And to swat your fine flank, but I am going to not do that and just say I did."

".... okay?" she stared a few long moments before heading inside.

Button Mash came to the door a few minutes later, his propeller hat spinning on his head. He smiled when he saw who it was.

"Hey Sweetie Belle!" Button said, "You haven't been around in a long time, did you want to come in and play some games?"

"Thrackerzod," Thrackerzod corrected, "And no, I have obtained a game of my own, which I desire to play with you. However it is not currently in my possession, so we will be required to go to its location."

"Oh um, well Mom doesn't really like me to go too far," said Button, "I should go and ask if it's okay."

"Far is relative," answered Thrackerzod, "It is quite close compared to other journeys I have made in very little time. Besides, if we are to engage in 'dating', it is quite normal for us to sneak off together."

"A date?!" Button's eyes lit up, "With you? Wow! Sure, let's go!"

The innocent colt, having no idea what a date could actually entail, closed the door quietly behind him. They headed off together towards the clubhouse. Button followed her quite obliviously, smiling and jabbering on about games and school for the duration of the trip.

As Thrackerzod and Button arrived at the clubhouse, the colt was becoming a bit confused.

"Where are we going?" asked Button, "We're not going to the arcade or your house or... "

Thrackerzod didn't answer other than to turn down her head and push Button up the ramp of the clubhouse, mane rubbing into his plot as he was pushed in through the front door. There they found Applebloom, quietly sprawled out with a coloring book in one corner, and Scootaloo, who was sitting back in another corner flipping though a magazine entitled "Freaky Fillies Monthly". Both of them looked up.

"Oh um, hi girls? Sweetie said there was a cool game here?" Button said, clearly caught off guard, and turned to Thrackerzod and whispering, "I'm okay with more ponies to play, but I thought a date was supposed to be just the two ponies."

"You will engage in games and dating activities with all three of us," informed Thrackerzod, "Though your survival is not assured."

"Wait what?" Button asked.

"Hey there Butty," Scootaloo dropped her magazine and headed right for Button, grin on her face, "Congratulations, you've just hit the honeypot!"

"Oh hay Button Mash," Applebloom was less enthused, turning to Scootaloo, "So ah am first I guess."

"Already moist with anticipation are you?" Scootaloo grinned, "No problem, I'll get him ready for you." She pressed a forehoof against Button's chest, "Hay there stud, you wanna roll over on your back for us?"

"Yeah you do that," Applebloom sat to the side and blushed a bit as she watched.

"First for what?" asked Button, "I was sorta hoping that Sweetie and I could-"

Thrackerzod casually turned towards Button Mash, leaning her head down and pulling one of his hind legs out from under him. He fell over with a startled squeak, kicking his other hind leg frantically for a moment, first landing on his side and then rolling over onto his back as Sweetie pulled his leg over.

"I have subdued him," announced Thrackerzod as she released his hoof, "You are free to act upon your primal urges."

Scootaloo was right up on him almost as soon as he was rolled over. Button started to speak, but then yelped instead as Scootaloo pushed his hind legs slightly further apart and pushed her muzzle into his crotch. Her tongue slid up his young balls and over his sheath, small but decent sized for his age. She moved her head up, swirling her tongue about the exit of his sheath, then pulled her head back down and sucked one of his testicles into her mouth, bathing it in warm saliva.

"What the hay!?" Button squealed when he finally got his wits about him, "Don't lick that! That's.... that's... um... why would you do that?"

Button squirmed, but he had to admit that what Scootaloo was doing felt quite a bit nicer than he'd expect. He let his legs splay out further as Scootaloo took a moment longer to suckle on his balls, enjoying her warm breath flowing over his sheath. Scootaloo then moved back up to his sheath, massaging his balls gently with one hoof as she cupped her muzzle over his sheath opening. She slipped her tongue inside, waggling it about to lap at his tip just before it emerged, then wrapped her lips around his young shaft and pushed his sheath further back with her muzzle.

"Scoot..a... looooo..." Button panted, "What... is... this..."

Button's hips flexed as he pushed upwards against her face, though his eyes went wishfully to Thrackerzod, who was watching impassively. Scootaloo didn't give him much time for his mind to linger on his possessed crush though. She slid her lips down his hardening shaft, skillfully rolling her tongue against it, pushing it all the way to the back of her throat and swallowing firmly against his tip. She pulled his joy stick straight upward, straightening out her neck as well, then swallowed the tip down fully, not stopping until her nose rested against his belly. She continued to swallow, allowing his shaft to sink slowly deeper as it reached full hardness in her throat.

Button slipped his forehooves down to hold Scootaloo's head, rolling his hips upwards and beginning to thrust into her muzzle. Scootaloo more than wanted to keep going until she got his sticky load shooting into her belly, but she had promised Applebloom that she'd get first dibs, so she reluctantly pulled back, giving him one last slurp before letting his rock hard cock to bounce against his belly and throb in protest at being deprived the warm throat.

"He's all yours," Scootaloo looked over to Applebloom, still drooling, "Go ahead and saddle up cowgirl.. Hoo!"

Applebloom blushed more brightly, looking quietly at Button's primed staff, then stood and slowly walked over to him. She moved to stand over him, looking somewhat apologetically into his wide eyes, then slowly sat herself down on his shaft. Just sitting her warm rump against it at first, she just shifted forward and back, rubbing her softly furred rump against the front of his shaft, keeping him hard.

"Um, this is okay with you, right Button?" Applebloom asked. At least somepony here cared about consent.

Button panted, "Well I... if you're about to do what I think you're gonna do... maybe I could do it with Sweetie Belle first? No offense."

"Thrackerzod," Thrackerzod corrected again, "And I will go last so that you will not be tempted to flee before you are too exhausted to run."

"Oh don't you worry," Scootaloo said, "You'll get us all before the day is up. You'll be the best kind of exhausted, Hoo-ah!" She smacked Applebloom's rump with her tail, "Don't keep us waitin, get that bloom in your apple."

"Yeah yeah," Applebloom blushed more, practically glowing from head to hoof, "Ah'm startin to thank you two are bad influences on me."

As embarrassed as she was, the feel of Button's firm colthood was awfully nice, it was even getting her own fun hole moist and warm. She pulled her hindquarters upwards and reached one hoof down pulling his shaft straight up, just like the dildo had been before, and slowly settled herself down against it. It took her several attempts, pushing his tip against her entrance only to have it slip out and slide against her belly or behind, the colt whining every time it slipped past without going inside. Finally she got the angle right, and felt her firm lips spread slowly about the tip. Her lips finally gave way, sliding over his tip and allowing the throbbing meat to feel the heat of her flesh around him.

It felt different than the dildo; it was more squishable, and much more warm, matching her own heat as he sank deeper. She bit her lip, moving her front hooves to his chest to support herself as her hips started to thrust up and down, sinking more of him inside with each thrust. It didn't take long before he was responding in turn, his forehooves holding her own and his hips pushing upwards in time with her downward thrust. Applebloom and Button moaned almost in sync with each other as their preteen bellies slapped together, his full length now surrounded by her warm grip. Applebloom arched her back and shivered, and Button rolled his eyes back and drooled out of one corner of his muzzle.

"Feels good, don't it?" Scootaloo grinned.

Scootaloo gave Applebloom another swat to the rump and then walked around the two, getting a good look at how Applebloom's cunt was gripping at Button's shaft, labia sliding over every ridge and curve, leaving him glistening brightly with her secretions. Scootaloo was feeling a bit feisty down below herself, and Button's face wasn't too busy other than moaning, so she decided to make a move of her own. She moved her body over Button, facing Applebloom and straddling his face. Button let out a confused 'eep' sound as suddenly he had Scootaloo's cum trap staring him in the face, already dripping fluid only his lips.

"Get that tongue busy, stud," Scootaloo encouraged, "We're gonna do you in all the right ways."

Button mmphed, but at least knew what she wanted after she had so expertly gone down on him. He tried hard to concentrate enough to even move his tongue, the new feeling around his young cock keeping his mind in a haze. He reluctantly lapped across Scootaloo's sopping wet fun hole, scrunching up his face slightly at the unfamiliar taste. He made another attempt, lapping her up and down, pushing his muzzle against her and literally sucking on her. His movements were random and inexperienced, but Scootaloo had no complaints, taking a deep breath as her own hips started to roll, moving slowly to let him work.

Button moved one hoof to Scootaloo's flank, the other reaching down and feeling against Applebloom's. He felt each of their bodies flexing and moving against him, his mind clouding more and more. He moaned loudly, sending shivers through Scootaloo's nethers as his cock cock throbbed and leaked pre inside Applebloom. The young colt didn't even know how to hold it in, so his peak welled up rapidly inside him. His hips sped up, going out of time with Applebloom's, and he moved both hoofs to grasp Applebloom's behind. At this point he wasn't licking Scootaloo so much as he was just moaning wildly against her pussy as it was rubbed against his face, which she didn't mind one bit.

The inexperienced colt's orgasm slammed into him, literally knocking the breath out of him. His body convulsed beneath the two fillies, writhing in bliss as he fired off his load into his first pussy. Her tunnel milked his shaft, beckoning more and more out of him as he shot strings of sticky goo into her deepest reaches. He practically bellowed, the sound muffled by Scootaloo, who rolled her eyes back and groaned out herself, suddenly pulling Applebloom towards her with her forelegs and kissing her deeply. Applebloom's eyes went wide in shock, but slowly relaxed as she turned her head and played her tongue against her friend's.

Applebloom's own climax was only just starting to swell up inside her though, and she wasn't planning on stopping until it overflowed. Even as her first ever cream filling drooled out the tight penetration and trickled down his balls with the rest of her fluid, Applebloom continued to ride. Button's moans sounded more and more like squeals as his now very sensitive shaft continued to be milked, squirming beneath the two fillies, pulsing inside Applebloom and gagging on a mouth full of Scootaloo's cunt juice, swallowing it down each time it started to puddle in his maw.

Finally Applebloom's body shook and her juices washed over Button's shaft, squeezing and twisting around him, spluttering out from the tight penetration and adding more of her scent to the air around them. She rolled her spasming tunnel around him for a few more moments before her body finally moved to a stop. She leaned forward and laid another deep kiss on Scootaloo, the two slurping at each other's face for another minute before Scootaloo finally ceased her movements as well, wanting to save her own climax for when she had her favorite organ belly deep inside her.

Button mmphed from beneath them, and Scootaloo realized he was probably having trouble breathing, so she slowly moved off from above him. Applebloom pulled herself up as well, pulling his shaft free with a long slurping sound and letting it flop wetly against his belly again. She flopped down to rest, rolling over onto her back and sprawling as she panted. The stunned colt stared at the ceiling for another long moment, and didn't snap out of it until Scootaloo started poking his face with one hoof.

"Up and at it, big guy," said Scootaloo, "You got more fun fillies to fuck full. Hoo!"

"Make him rise and position himself on top," suggested Thrackerzod, who was watching with narrowed eyes, "It will drain his energy faster."

"Again?" Button panted as he rolled himself over, pulling himself slowly to his hooves. His happy bit were still happy though, throbbing still beneath him, "Can't I do it with Sweetie now?"

"No," said Thrackerzod, "If you wish to acquire this body's virginity, you must first do as you are commanded."

Button quirked his ears and looked at Thrackerzod even more wishfully than before, but nodded, "You promise? Definitely you next?" He looked at Scootaloo, "Um, no offense."

"I swear by the true form of D'endrrah," Thrackerzod said, "I mean Celestia. I meant to say by Celestia; it is a normal mistake."

"None taken, studly," Scootaloo winked.

Scootaloo walked past Button, rubbing her side down his own and flicking her tail up against his nose, fanning some of her scent into his wet face. She moved to where Applebloom was still sprawled on her back, positioning herself at Applebloom's well-used nether regions, then hiked her tail up for Button. She flagged it high as she spread her hind legs out, bracing them firmly against the floor. Meanwhile her head sank low, licking her lips as she eyed Applebloom's drooling snatch. Head down and ass up, she was ready on both ends.

Button Mash wasn't completely opposed to having a go at Scootaloo, even if she wasn't his first choice; he was eager to feel that squishy warmth around his bits again. He moved up behind her, awkwardly sizing up her plot as if deciding how to go about things, watching it sway back and forth hypnotically as her juice simmered down her thighs. Carefully placing one hoof upon her back, he pulled himself up, balancing himself with the second and pulling himself up into a more traditional mounting position. Her hips pushed back against him eagerly, and he tried his best to line himself up.

As he was trying to find his target, he could look down over Scootaloo to see her moving her head between Applebloom's hind legs. She pulled Applebloom's rump slightly closer, pushing her legs apart, then pushed her muzzle against her friend's freshly used spunk collector. She lapped deep, scooping out Button's thick goo, slurping a ball of his sperm out of Applebloom and rolling the stringy mass around her maw to savor the taste. She swallowed it down, then pressed her muzzle against it again, lapping deep and trying to suck out all she could. Applebloom took a deep breath, allowing Scootaloo to clean and pleasure her, reaching up one hoof and stoking it over Scootaloo's mane.

As Button continued his awkward poking, Scootaloo pushed one hoof between her hind legs, pushing his shaft gently into proper position. His next thrust hit its mark, and he pushed hard until he popped inside. Scootaloo was easier to get into, but no less firm as her muscles immediately began to squeeze and work over his shaft. He was able to push all the way in on his first movement forward, his belly smacking her behind and his balls swinging forward to smack against her belly. He let out a groan, starting to thrust his hips steadily against her own movements, once again savoring the firm feel of her entrance gripping him as he slid in and out.

"No holdin back now," Scootaloo groaned, "This pegaslut can take it."

Not wanting to seem like she had an abnormal disinterest in their sex games, Sweetie Belle moved up behind Button, looking over the trio and pondering how to be involved. She finally lowered her head, surprising Button with a warm lick up the back of his balls all the way to his tail hole, causing him to flag his own tail upwards and practically squee at the realization that she was touching him. She moved her head with the thrusting, slurping the juice off his balls as it drooled from the soft penetration, then moved her muzzle upwards to cup her lips against his ass and shove her tongue through his sphincter. The taste was rather unpleasant for her, but she persisted all the same.

Button's whole body stiffened at the addition of Thrackerzod, as if Scootaloo's tunnel rolling up and down his shaft wasn't enough. He could feel his muscles tightening up more with each thrust of his hips, already coating Scootaloo's silky insides with a thin layer of pre. He probably would have taken longer to go off still left on his own, but Scootaloo was primed to go after her initial licking. Suddenly her cock pocket was thrashing about his cum cannon, drenching it in gooey cunt sap that splurted out and flowed down both their thighs and Button's balls, giving Thrackerzod more fluid to suckle from his soggy orbs.

Scootaloo gave a muffled screech that sent shockwaves through Applebloom's body. Applebloom had forgotten her previous shame by now and was gripping Scootaloo's head in her hind legs and shoving her own snatch against Scootaloo's face, her nethers producing more juice than Scootaloo could slurp up. As Scootaloo continued to moan and waggled her tongue about inside Applebloom's Apple pie, she felt her own second wave rushing her.

Scootaloo's convulsing from both ends sent both Applebloom and Button Mash off almost at the same time. Button gripped his forelegs about Scootaloo's waist so hard that she could barely breath for a moment, his cannon firing off another blast, painting the inside of Scootaloo's cock sock. It wasn't as much as his first no doubt, but all the same it was enough to fill up her tight little tunnel and backwash out her hole with her own orgasmic juice. Meanwhile Applebloom blew against Scootaloo's face, drenching Scootaloo from eyes to neck, fleshy lips tugging against Scootaloo's muzzle in the process.

The group slowly quietened, hips thrusting to a stop, collective heavy breathing filling the room. Applebloom sprawled out once again, closing her eyes and just enjoying her afterglow. Scootaloo let Button remain inside as long as he wanted, still squeezing him after they had stopped moving. Thrackerzod, less worn than the others, pulled her head back from Button's spunk holder, backing away from the group. She settled back, sitting down and then flopping onto her back on a thick rug. Her legs spread out wide, and she didn't have to tell Button what is was time for. He yanked himself unceremoniously from Scootaloo and staggered across the floor towards Thrackerzod, clearly exhausted but determined to continue now that she was offering.

Button panted as he moved to stand over Thrackerzod, legs wobbling and making him fall almost immediately, landing chest to chest with Thrackerzod. Thrackerzod mmphed and gave him a piercing stare, but Button didn't seem to mind. He wrapped all fours about her and pressed his lips against her own, tilting his head and pushing his tongue into her mouth. She poked her disturbingly long tongue back at his, wrapping it around his and licking about his gums. That only drove him on more, and it wasn't long before he was firming up again against her belly. He may have been tired, but he was young too, and his shaft didn't feel like it was going to go down for hours at least.

Thrackerzod wrapped her forelegs around his neck and gripped his hindquarters in her hind legs. She looped her tail with his to pull it closer as well, then rotated her hips smoothly, rubbing her soft body against his sweat-matted fur. He pulled his hips back and pushed randomly, jabbing her in the belly hard several times before finding his mark. Even then her virgin tightness kept him from entering easily, shaft popping back out of her a few more times before he finally got traction.

One thing that Thrackerzod had failed to account for was that, being a virgin, she should probably have encouraged him to go slowly. In her zeal for wearing him out, she didn't, and when he finally popped inside of her, her pushed through her cherry and rammed half of his love muscle inside. The only reason he didn't go further right away was because her sheer tightness didn't allow it, but as soon as he was inside, his hips began to hammer into her as hard as he could, wanting nothing more than to be belly-to-belly with the little girl beneath him.

Thrackerzod yelped, eyes bulging as the initial violence of entry sent shivers of pain up through her body. She gritted her teeth, barely avoiding biting her or his tongue. She drew in a deep breath, and clenched him closer against her. Her hind legs grasped his hindquarters tightly in an effort to slow him down, but he only took that as her wanting it more, too lost in the bliss to recognize her shocked expression. Soon she felt their moist bellies smacking hard together as he fully invaded her.

She had definitely had worse pain however, so she tried to relax and let it pass. It took a while with Button's hips buzzing like a rabbit's, but eventually the sharp pains eased into more pleasurable sensations. She eased her teeth back, allowing him to kiss her once again, and loosened her grip to allow him more freedom of movement while still being able to feel the movement of his hips against her.

"I don't think I've ever seen a colt move like that," Scootaloo slipped up beside them and ran a hoof down Button's hindquarters, "I think I might start callin you Jackhammer. Hoo!" She licked her lips, but didn't get an opportunity to start licking with his hips moving so violently.

Thrackerzod writhed her hips, slowly adjusting her hips for him to jab into her at different angles. Her tight insides suckled his joy stick instinctively and fit him like a glove. She seemed to tighten up more with every passing moment, and even Thrackerzod finally got into it. They held each others heads and continued to make out ferally, bathing each others face in saliva, Thrackerzod's unnaturally long tongue nearly wrapping about his face in the process. When her juice box was sufficiently primed by Button's juicer, she squealed not unlike her old self, high pitched and frantic, as her dam burst and sent a flood of goo to warm down their thighs and his fun sack. She trembled as he continued to ride into her, riding out her orgasm and then groaning from the sensitivity that followed.

As much as Button was into it, this was still his third go, so it took him a long time before he was ready. In the meantime Thrackerzod stared at the ceiling, eyes looking in a daze at the realization of exactly how incredible it felt. Button gave her one more kiss, lapping at the roof of her muzzle as it hung open, then squealed like a filly himself. His cock fired off almost as much goo as he had with his first go, and he continued to thrust hard to pack his young sperm into what was now his favorite hole in the world. As his hips finally wound to a stop, he was heaving breaths and rolling his eyes back.

"Sweetie Belle!" Button Mash called out as he gave a few more shoves for good measure, instinctively wanting to fill her as deeply as possible, "Oh wow you're the best!"

Thrackerzod didn't bother to correct him this time, instead pulling all fours around Button when he tried to rise off of her, holding him inside her still. It wasn't clear if she was really that far into it or if she was still intent on wearing him out, but she was ready to beg for more.

"Again! I command it!" Thrackerzod boomed.

"A-again?" Button asked, barely able to breath with Thrackerzod holding him so tightly, "I... I think I might hurt myself... but... but if you really want..."

"Never woulda thought you had it in you, Thrackerzod," Applebloom commented.

"Oh she has it in her all right, Hoo!" Scootaloo slid up behind Button Mash, "Don't go for the same hole though, that's boring baby. Do her up nice tight plot hole!"

"I.. what?" Button panted.

"Do me where now?" Thrackerzod snapped out of it just a bit, "It was my understanding that the female rear orifice was exit only."

Scootaloo slid up onto Button's back, sliding her belly against his behind and mounting him just as he had mounted her before. She reached her front hooves around him to reach for his shaft, rubbing across the semi-hardness as he finally extracted it from Thrackerzod, then stroking him lightly as she tried to aim him downward to Thrackerzod's rear entry.

"Come on Thracker," encouraged Scootaloo, "Turn that fine flank upwards so we can get your body rockin, you'll love it."

"Okay, now you guys are just gettin weird," said Applebloom.

Thrackerzod loosened her grip on Button slowly, but did as Scootaloo suggested, turning her bottom upwards and hooking her legs higher around Button's belly to keep herself that way. It took several minutes for Button to both hit his new target and be hard enough to enter, but Scootaloo was determined to get it done. Finally Button's slickened shaft pushed against her tail hole at the right angle, her tight little ring stretching slowly until it finally popped around his shaft, pushing his tip inside and making a fresh moan escape his lips.

Button didn't slam into it like he had her pussy, but all the same Thrackerzod tightened up at the strange new feeling of being entered. It wasn't exactly comfortable at first, though more of a dull ache than a sharp pain this time. She grunted, closed her eyes, and held herself firmly against him. It didn't take Button long to discover the joys of alternate entrances, his hips slowly starting up again, inching further inside with each stroke. As he became more confident, he tried to hammer his hips into her once again. He wasn't able to reach the point he did before, partially because the resistance of her vice grip of an tail hole, but all the same shoved himself ball deep inside her as quickly as he could, his moist belly smacking her freshly plucked pussy as his last load simmered inside her.

Button awkwardly continued to pound her, swaying back and forth from time to time, but Scootaloo making sure he didn't fall off, her own hips flexing to rub her drooling cum catcher against him. Thrackerzod was clenching her teeth when Button went to kiss her, so instead he just ran his tongue across her teeth and then up across her face. The throbbing of his shaft was becoming a bit uncomfortable from over-use, but certainly not enough to keep him from pounding his now second-favorite hole in the world.

He kept chugging for almost twenty more minutes, Scootaloo pushing at his hips with hers each time his thrusting started to slow down. Thrackerzod grew used to it as well, and began to lap his face in return in between fresh kisses. She held him close and squeezed her ass around his rump pump, doing her best to milk him for another load. As he finally felt the now familiar pleasure swell up inside him, he exerted what was left of his energy to speed up his thrusting again, the clubhouse filled with his loud belly slapping. He moaned weakly as he went over, his cock surging and throbbing to fill her, but was sucking at a mostly empty well by that point. His balls were filling sore now, but that didn't stop him from packing a few stringy wads of what he had left into her behind.

"See what'd I tell you?" Scootaloo finally slid off of Button and smacked his behind one more time.

"Oh Sweetie Belle," Button panted, "You're so incredible, totally worth it... this is totally my new favorite game."

"Good," Thrackerzod gave him one last lick.

She then practically shoved him off of her, easy to do at this point, making him crash onto one side. He didn't seem to mind though, completely starry eyed. Scootaloo prodded his side, then moved a hoof down to his groin and stroked his semi-hard shaft again.

"You must help him achieve an erected state again," said Thrackerzod, "We still collectively possess five holes that he has not yet expended himself into."

"I like the way you think, doll, stir all the honey pots," said Scootaloo, "But I'm not sure he can even stand on four hooves at this point."

"I will assist him," Thrackerzod said, "Assume the position."

"Okay then sweet thing, one more go," Scootaloo didn't want to seem like she was less perverse than her friends; she had a reputation to maintain.

Scootaloo moved over to where Applebloom was sitting on her behind against a wall, pushing her hind legs apart again and laying on her belly on the floor in front of her. Applebloom grunted, but allowed Scootaloo to once again begin lapping at her nethers. Thrackerzod pulled Button over to them by one foreleg, the colt stumbling after her, then allowing him to fall onto Scootaloo, conveniently atop her with his aching shaft at her rear entries. Pulling herself atop Button as Scootaloo had done, she reached around him and tried her best to stroke him back to hardness. It took several minutes before he showed a bit of life again.

It wasn't to be however. The sound of hoofsteps traveled up the ramp outside, and the door swung open.

"Applebloom are you and yer friends here? Button's mother is here lookin fer..." Applejack cut herself off.

There they were, Scootaloo lapping up a storm on Applebloom with Button and Thrackerzoe mounted above her. All three fillies looked wide-eyed at the door to see Applejack walking into it, followed closely by Button's mother. Button shrieked at the realization that his mother was in the room, then gagged from the effort and fell over off of Scootaloo, sending Thrackerzoe tumbling as well.

"I-- what--- BUTTON?!" Button's mom stuttered, then just kind of froze where she was.

"No!" complained Thrackerzod in frustration, "We require at least several more hours before we will know if the weaponized love is effective!"

"What the hay is this?" asked Applejack, "Do you even know what yer doin?" Either she really didn't remember her drunken time with Applebloom, or she was too angry to prevent hypocrisy.

"Aw don't be a hater!" said Scootaloo, "We were just havin a bit of foalish fun!"

"And YOU Scootaloo, I bet you started this, " Applejack almost shouted, "I bet yer folks are gonna be appalled when ah tell em about this behavior."

"Prepare to be surprised," Scootaloo didn't know when to shut up.

"And you Sweetie, what do you have to say for yerself?" Applejack turned to her.

"I regret nothing," Thrackerzod rose to her feet and faced them.

"You were with... three fillies?" Button's mother said, her voice betraying that she was at least a little impressed.

"Ah'm sorry Applejack," Applebloom was more concerned, "Thrackerzod invited Button over and we just... well we got ta playin and one thing led to another."

"Please don't ground me!" Button was more concerned about the potential loss of video game privileges, "I'm really sorry!"

"Let's get you home," Button's mother said sternly, "I'll let you rest up, but you are really gonna get it after that." She turned to Applejack, "I'm sorry Applejack, I should have talked to him about this sort of thing by now."

"It's fine," Applejack sighed, then looked back to Applebloom, "You get yerself back home and go to yer room. I'll be back once I've taken these two home."

Letting Applejack deal with the others, Button's mother tugged at Button's mane to get him walking, but he responded by flopped forward and slumping in exhaustion. She grabbed him by the scruff of his neck instead, lowering herself and tossing him onto her back like a pro. She let him hang over on her as she exited the clubhouse, taking him back towards home. Once outside and away from the others, she glanced back at her son and let a mischievous smile spread over her face.

5 Trying To Fit In

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Scootaloo lay on her belly on the rug in the clubhouse, hind legs stretched out behind her. In front of her was a magazine that she probably shouldn't have been able to get her hooves on, entitled 'Big Dicks Monthly'. She held it with one front hoof, using her mouth to turn the pages, while her free hoof was casually reached down between her hind legs and rubbing at her moist little dick hole. Her wings were flared up above her and her tail was high, her hindquarters poked into the air just enough so that someone behind her could see what she was doing.

It was then that Big Macintosh was heading up the clubhouse ramp, wearing his trademark harness and saddlebags behind. He chewed on a twig as he calmly pushed open the door, expecting to find it empty.

Whether on purpose or coincidence, Scootaloo's rump section faced towards the entrance, so anyone that entered would get quite a nice look at moist foal plot. It was this that Big Macintosh saw as he opened the door, eyes roaming the clubhouse and landing right on Scootaloo, presently eying a photo of a rather well endowed stallion getting licked by a mare half his size, her magazine was full of it. When she didn't hear him come in, he cleared his throat and peered at her. Scootaloo turned her head about and ceased her masturbation, but clearly had very little shame for being caught in the act.

"Oh well hay there, big guy," Scootaloo said, "Your Applebloom's big brother right? Big in more ways than one I hear. Hoo!"

Big Mac stared at her until she finally got the idea and shut her magazine, pulling herself up off the floor and turning to face him. He tapped his hoof impatiently.

"I guess I'm not supposed to be here," Scootaloo admitted, "Applebloom still grounded?"

"Eyup," Big Mac replied to both.

Big Mac walked over to a table on the other side of the clubhouse where several of Applebloom's coloring books were stacked. He pulled them off the table and stuck them in his saddlebag, followed by a bowl of crayons nearby. Scootaloo watched him, though her eyes were mostly focused on his rather massive ballsack swinging behind him, not to mention his plump sheath.

"Gettin Applebloom her stuff?" Scootaloo asked, "You know, I bet you could give some of the big guys in this magazine some real competition."

Big Mac didn't answer this time. He turned towards Scootaloo, walked up to her, and snatched her magazine off the floor with his mouth, sticking it in his opposite saddlebag. He then peered down at her, pointing one foreleg towards the door.

"Oh don't be like that big guy," said Scootaloo, "Stay a bit and chat, we could really get close, maybe sort out a few things." She licked her lips as she thought about those few things.

"Nope," Big Mac sounded nearly sincere.

"Okay, stud, if you insist," said Scootaloo, "Just let me get my... think I left it over here."

Scootaloo walked to the side of the clubhouse behind Big Mac, and didn't walk around him. Suddenly the filly's mane was sliding down his chest as she walked beneath him. She paused to rub her poofy mane again this sheath, sliding down it and moving across his sack. Her wings flexed upwards to slide along him as well, moving forward and back to stroke his sheath in their soft warmth. Finally her tail flagged up and tickled along his underside, wrapping about his orbs in passing and then sliding off. All four of Big Macintosh's legs stiffened and his eyes suddenly flew open, the twig dropping from his mouth onto the floor.

"Now where did I put it," Scootaloo teased, "Ah here it is."

She turned about and pushed her nose into the back of Big Mac's sack and nuzzled between his twins, sliding her tongue over each before starting to slurp on one. It was far too large to fit in her mouth, but that only seemed to encourage her effort. It took several long moments for Big Mac to process what was going on and pull himself away to turn around and face her.

"What the hay are you doin?" Big Mac used his sternest voice, but couldn't hide the fact that his tip had begun to peak from his sheath.

"Aw don't be like that," Scootaloo grinned, "Bet you'd love to know what else my mouth can do... maybe other parts too.. Hoo!"

Big Mac hesitated to answer, sounding a bit hoarse, "Nope?"

"Yeah but your big guy below disagrees, doesn't he," Scootaloo said, "You can't hide it, sexy."

She turned herself about again to face her rump at him, flagging up her tail and slowly waggling her rump back and forth. She looked back over her shoulder to wink. Despite all his efforts to be his calm, cool self, his shaft was still sliding free, threatening to escape fully. Big Mac took a deep breath though, shaking his head firmly and pointing one hoof to his saddlebag, Applebloom's toys sticking out of it.

"Ah they're expectin ya back?" Scootaloo got it, "So go back and give her the stuff, I can wait here for you baby. Just head one back whenever you can; we'll find a nice secluded part of the orchard and I'll show your friend there how Scootaloo rolls."

Big Mac didn't answer at first, but he didn't insist that she leave again either. Instead he just turned to go, trying to keep himself together. He paused at the door, looking back at Scootaloo one more time, his eyes intense as he seriously considered it.

"Wait here," Big Mac barely got the words out before turning to leave, slamming the door behind him and walking double-time back towards the farmhouse.

Though she'd never admit it, Scootaloo was surprised by the apparent agreement. She'd shook her flank at plenty of adults before, but never had one respond favorably to the offer. She wondered if he really would come back. Deprived of her magazine, she tried to amuse herself with anything else she could find in the clubhouse. She spent some time scribbling lewd depictions of Applebloom and her family, but even that eventually bored her. She stuffed the paper back on the shelf for anyone to find and went to the window, patiently waiting.

After about an hour, she started to think he wasn't coming, but finally she saw him in the distance, heading rather warily towards the clubhouse and periodically glancing behind him to make sure no one had spotted him coming that direction. A grin spread over Scootaloo's face, and she waved out the window of the clubhouse. Once he got near the ramp, she kicked the door open and bounced down to the ground where he was. Big Mac was silent at first, though Scootaloo could see that his shaft was dangling free, nearly fully emerged from his thick sheath. It was large already, and it wasn't even hard yet.

"I knew you couldn't keep away," lied Scootaloo, "You come back to get you some Scootaloo?"

Big Mac blushed even through his already red fur, looked behind him one more time, then back to Scootaloo. He took a deep breath.

"If ya tell," Big Mac warned, "Ah'll deny it... and will make you sorry."

"Oh I bet you would," Scootaloo answered, "But don't worry, I've got a lot of secrets already, so I'm good at keepin em."

Big Mac didn't say another word in response. He just silently turned and walked off in another direction. Scootaloo got the idea and followed behind eagerly, keeping an eye on his muscular behind and his better parts as they swung beneath him. She tried to move up and take a lap a few times, though he shook her off each time and peered back at her.

He went to a section of the orchard that was freshly bucked, so it was unlikely anypony else would come there. He chose a place where the ground dipped between two hills with thick soft looking grass. Scootaloo followed behind to the clearing and stopped when Big Mac turned about to face her once again. Big Mac's blush was barely under control as he took one more look at Scootaloo. The large stallion sat his rump down onto the dirt, splaying out his hind legs as he sat back on his haunches, his shaft flopping out to hang limply in front of him. He pointed one forehoof at his shaft.

"Yep," was the only verbal invitation given.

"Not a stallion of many words?" Scootaloo asked, "I'll have you makin plenty of noise soon enough."

Scootaloo practically pounced to seat herself in front of Big Mac, eyes going wide and a huge grin spreading across her face as she looked over what she'd been offered. She grabbed for his shaft in both hooves, lapping from the medial ring up to the tip in one long stroke to get a nice taste. She took a deep breath to inhale his scent, and his shaft immediately reacted to the warmth of her tongue and breath.

The larger the shaft grew, the more excited Scootaloo became. She slid her head down the length, then turned about to lay on her back, tongue now sliding over his balls as her forehooves stroked at the base of his shaft. By the time she had his orbs drenched in saliva, his tasty fun stick was throbbing at full hardness. Scootaloo turned herself about, still on her back, settling her rump where his balls would sit right on her own warm parts, then stroked him slowly from base to tip again, using both forelegs and wings.

Big Mac let out a grunt as the frenzied foal worked on his now ridiculously hard cock, followed by a low growl of a moan. He began to pant, especially as he felt Scootaloo's soft wing feathers tickling over his length. He leaned forward to brace his forehooves against the ground, bringing his rump up and forward to give her an easier time reaching his solid fuck tower. He leaned his head forward to look beneath, taking in the lewd sight of the horny little filly practically worshiping his cock, and begin to buck his hips ever so slightly against her.

Scootaloo moved up across the ground so that her muzzle was at his tip, slurping over it as far as the could, almost unhinging her jaw to stuff him all the way to her throat. She actually tried to swallow him down a bit, but even her throat wasn't used to that size. All the same, her gagging on the tip felt wonderful as well. As he began to ooze precum, she lapped one drop up by kissing his tip, then pulled her head back for a second to stroke her hooves across it. She stroked his shaft with both forelegs, pre and saliva slowly spreading over his length to leave it glistening.

As her muzzle returned to his tip, her wings folded in further to wrap about him, her hind legs sliding down between his own and massaging at his massive prick above her. His hips started to thrust more, more and more fluid escaping his tip as the foaljob caused his finish to finally well up inside him. He groaned out again, his shaft throbbing and his flare spreading out more, closing his eyes and savoring the fur, feathers, and hooves of the little girl beneath him. He arched his back, his stokes speeding up, seconds from blasting out a thick load.

Scootaloo definitely felt his load coming as well. She slid her body up his shaft, pulling herself into a sitting position in front of his tip as she continued to slurp on it. Her hind legs jerked at his base as her forelegs and wings worked over his tip, milking him for her reward. When it came, the first surge blasted Scootaloo's face off the tip and showered it in sticky spunk. The little cum rag pulled herself up further, allowing the second blast to splatter against her chest and drool down her front side. She turned about as if taking a shower in it, and didn't stop until her body was drenched and drooling with seed from mane to hips, then drooling down over her hind legs. Covered in white stringy goodness, she moved her face back to the tip and let the last few squirts pump into her muzzle, swallowing down several gulps, more of his seed drooling out the corner of her mouth.

All during the cum shower Big Mac was moaning like mad, his normally silent demeanor lost as he arched his back and shook violently. When he was finally done, he slowly pulled himself back into a haunched position in front of her, and looked down at amazement at what he had done. Scootaloo just grinned at him, opening her mouth wide so he could watch her roll another ball of cum around her mouth before swallowing it down.

"Told you I'd get you to scream," Scootaloo said, her words sounding wet, "Ready for round two?"

Big Mack panted, "Two?"

"Aw come on, I know a guy like you can go more than once," teased Scootaloo, "I mean we even got Button to get off like five times or something, surely you can do two."

Big Mac reached forward, putting a front hoof around Scootaloo's head and pulled her face back towards his shaft, thinking that surely she just meant another blow job. Surely she wasn't crazy enough to want him to...

"Not there again studly!" Scootaloo gave his tip a single teasing lip, "I got a perfectly good little pussy down here."

Big Mac perked his ears, "Sure?"

"Course I'm sure!" Scootaloo lied, "I've had plenty of adult cock in me before, maybe not one quite this big, but plenty all the same. I'm a player!"

The only thing that was going to save her from being split in half was that she did at least have a few very large toys she played with; anything could be a dildo if you were brave enough, so she figured that it shouldn't be too much harder to take a nice fleshy fuck stick.

"You think you're ever gonna have a chance at a hole this tight again?" said Scootaloo, "Well unless you invite me over some more, which I would highly encourage. Hoo!"

Big Mac looked incredulous for a moment, but stared at the cum covered filly with clear desire burning in his eyes. He licked his lips once and then nodded. He pushed the filly onto her back in the grass, getting dirt and clippings stuck to her sticky body, then lowered his head to her nether regions, apparently intent on getting her ready at least. He lapped his own Apple juice from her slit with his thick tongue, then savored the flavor of her beneath it. He began to bath the little slit in his spit, then pushed his muzzle against her to shove his tongue inside.

Scootaloo wasn't as tight as the average filly, but she still gripped his tongue like a vice. He forced himself deeper, waggling himself about inside and feeling across her inner walls. Scootaloo squeeed happily and grasped his head in both forelegs, flexing her hips forward and back slightly in response to his oral affections. He continued to twist and turn within her, working her already wet pussy into a torrent of moisture, drooling out to mix with his cum on the ground.

He kept at it a good fifteen minutes before he was sure she was kinda ready for him, then pulled his head slowly back away. Scootaloo started to get up and turn herself around for the taking, but Big Mac had other ideas about taking the little filly. He rolled over onto his back, cock sticking up proudly still, and tugged Scootaloo over to him. She got the idea quickly, moving onto his chest and spreading out her legs to sit on him cowgirl style. Her body shivered in anticipation or nervousness or both, but she kept a grin on her face, leaning her behind back to rub her willing cum trap against his tip, which throbbed happily in response.

Big Mac looked more nervous than Scootaloo did, looking around again as if he feared being caught at any moment. He turned back to Scootaloo, then leaned his head forward to rub noses with her, pushing it into a deep kiss where his tongue toys with her smaller, gooier tongue. He held her behind with one forehoof and adjusted his shaft with the other, pulling them together and pressing his tip against her behind. He wiped some of the cum off of her onto his cock to help lubricate. The eager little pegaslut then pushed her hips back hard, and the tip stretched out her tight labia, slowly but steadily. He managed to stay on target, but getting inside her was quite a task.

After a while it seemed like they weren't going to get it to fit, but finally all the work paid off as his blunt tip stretched out her cunt and popped inside. Her insides were so hot and tight, that Big Mac barely kept himself from immediately ramming deeper. Her ten year old pussy was suddenly stretched wide over what was probably the most massive cock in Ponyville. She barely kept from biting her tongue, squeaking loudly as her eyes went wide and letting out a sudden "Ah!" like she had just been stabbed.

"You okay?" Big Mac paused inside her when he saw her face.

"Of course baby!" Scootaloo barely got the words, trying to keep her eyes from watering as she did, "Don't you worry!"

Scootaloo pressed her hips back harder despite feeling as if her pelvis might crack at any time, not wanting to let on that she was having difficulty. Big Mac took her word for it and gripped her plot in both hooves before pulling her down further, starting small deliberate thrusts inside of her. His eyes rolled back and he groaned; only a few inches inside and it already felt incredible. Having a foal impaled on his shaft was a secret fantasy of his, and he couldn't believe he was finally getting it. He started to lose himself just a bit in the pleasure, moving faster and edging his tip deeper every few thrusts, feeling the tight ring of flesh slide further and further down his cock.

His hips barely moved, instead he pushed her down onto his shaft with his hooves and pulled her up, gripping about her belly, basically using her like she were a jack off toy. He still felt her pushing her hips back, so assumed she was okay, so he got excited and rammed another two inches deep into her. At this point he could actually feel her belly bulging from his size as he held her, and he only wanted to be deeper. Loosing himself more in the ridiculously tight passage, he lengthened his strokes and slipped inside more recklessly with each thrust.

Scootaloo squealed at the feeling inside of her, barely able to keep her hind legs from instinctively trying to push her away, but she was still determined to show him what a good little cock fiend she was. Her whole body shivered violently, her wings pulsing as they stretched up above her, feeling stretched like a condom over his shaft. Her front hooves that supported her against his chest were eventually pulled up, Big Mac moving her more straight up and down in an attempt to go deeper. She was quite literally a cock puppet now, bounced up and down on the shaft. It hurt in a way, but the thrill of getting reamed this hard far exceeded anything else. It was incredible, taking such a delicious cock so deep.

"Okay?" Big Macintosh asked again, though he didn't stop his long strokes.

"Tears of joy, baby, tears of joy," Scootaloo said, and it wasn't a lie, "I want that cock deeper."

At this point however, he felt himself quite literally ramming his dull tip against her cervix as her belly bloated with each stroke upwards. His strokes began to bang his tip inside her, knocking at her young womb's doorway. She began to get somewhat used to the stretch as he couldn't go deeper, but was still determined to get more inside.

"Deeper," drooled Scootaloo, "More cock..." Her normal flirting devolved into grunts as she flopped about like a rag doll on his shaft, "Hoooooooo."

Too crazed by the intense feeling surrounding more and more of his shaft, Big Mac just groaned, arched his back, and tried to give her what she asked for. Her gripped her tightly and began to ram his hips upwards as he tugged her downward, She kicked her legs at the sudden violent strokes, but didn't ask for him to stop. She just nodded her head, unable to force words out any more, letting him know the she could take it.

Suddenly her cervix gave way, his cock slamming through it and sinking several more inches in a single stroke. He kept pushing until his tip met the back of her womb, stretching it out and knocking the wind out of the little filly. Lost in his desire to cream inside the tight little foal hole, he continued to make long strokes, her pussy, tunnel, and now her tight little cervix clenching and gliding over the surface of his shaft.

He couldn't take that milking for long, his cock surging so hard that one could see it surging up through her body. He blew his load hard inside, seeming no less than his first orgasm. Scootaloo would have literally blasted off his cock like a bottle rocket had he not been holding her, and even then she very nearly flew off. His seed bloated her young womb, filling it almost instantly before it was forced to backwash out through her tightly packed tunnel, literally spraying out from the penetration. Finally Scootaloo did flop off of his shaft, flopping forward onto his belly and landing with a splat, another gush of stringy spunk spraying over her back and quivering wings.

Scootaloo had a wide-eyed stare, not even blinking as sperm drooled down her eyes, but the wide grin on her face said she was okay. Once Big Mac had finished blowing his top, he finally snapped back to his senses, growing a bit alarmed that he might have harmed the insatiable cum slut. He prodded her side with a hoof, the pressure on her belly causing more seed to splurt from her overly full fuck hole. She slowly leaned her head down, pushing her lips to his to let him know she was okay, and they shared one more deep, cum-soaked kiss between them.

"Slut..." Big Mac commented as their lips parted.

"You better believe it big guy," Scootaloo panted, "Bet... I won't walk right for a week though."

"Eyup," Big Macintosh panted.

"Should I come back around once I'm not sore?" Scootaloo asked.

"Eeeeeyup!" Big Mac nodded quite enthusiastically.

6 Double Your Pleasure

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The three friends were finally able to see each other again, and now was walking through Ponyville, Applebloom in the lead. Scootaloo was still limping a bit, even though she still tried to hide it.

"We aren't going to the clubhouse today, Bloom?" asked Scootaloo, "I though I could bring some magazines and we could spend some quiet time admirin some lovelies."

"No," said Applebloom, "Applejack and Big Mac will be checkin on us several times an hour, and it's gettin annoyin. Ah told em we'd go to Twilight's library, and that seemed to satisfy them for now."

"So where are we goin instead then, sweet cheeks?" asked Scootaloo.

"No, we're goin to the library," said Applebloom, "They'll probably be asking Twilight if we really went there so I figure we at least gotta stop by."

"If Twilight is there, perhaps we can make another attempt to seduce her to death," suggested Thrackerzod.

"Well that didn't even close to work last time," said Applebloom.

"Nonsense," said Scootaloo, "Like I said, you just gotta let it sink in for a bit then go for another stab at it. Watch how a pro handles this."

As they arrived at Twilight's library, Scootaloo kicked open the door and pranced in ahead of the other, standing tall but still having trouble hiding her limp. She looked around confidently.

"You in Twilight?" called out Scootaloo, "I'm here to light up your life! Hoo!"

"Twilight's out," Spike looked up from a table, looking bored out of his mind, "What are you three doin here? You know Twilight will probably turn you inside out if you try to hold any more of her books for ransom."

"No, nothin like that," Scootaloo limped over towards Spike, "We were just looking for some fun."

"Well if you think the library is fun, have at it," Spike rolled his eyes, "But don't break anything that I'll have to clean up."

"When is Twilight to return?" asked Thrackerzod.

"I dunno, hours probably," said Spike, "Celestia had some task for her and didn't say what it is, as per usual."

"Well, why don't you help us find somethin interestin," Applebloom suggested, "Yer like the assistant librarian, right?"

"Help us find some sweet magazines," Scootaloo cut in, "With some hot fillies or stallions inside."

"This is a public library, we don't have porn," sighed Spike.

"Not even the pony sutra?" asked Scootaloo.

"Nah, that thing's always checked out," Spike sat back in his chair and yawned, "I'm surprised you guys are even allowed to be out on your own, after the things I heard."

"Aw does everybody know about that now?" Applebloom put her hooves to her head.

"No shame in that," said Scootaloo, "Surely you know what it's like, I'm sure you've got those claws into some hot filly flank before. Maybe you could give us some pointers about seducing Twilight. Hoo!"

"What?" Spike shook his head, "You're bonkers. Twilight's like my mother or something, my dicks aren't going anywhere near her."

"Well maybe you could give us some-" Scootaloo cut herself off, "Did you just say 'dicks'... like more than one?"

"Eh?" asked Spike, casually waving a hand, "Oh yeah dragons have two. It's a... dragon thing."

"What?" Applebloom asked, "That's plum silly; how do ya know which one to pee out of?"

Spike rolled his eyes, "I can use both at once, now can we steer the conversation off of my privates now?"

"It is not that unusual," said Thrackerzod, "I have witnessed beings with far more than two invasive appendages."

Scootaloo finally got her wits back about her, "Two? You have two cocks? If I'd known that I'd been going after you instead of Twilight."

"This could be useful," commented Thrackerzod to the companions, "If we have Spike on our side, it will make getting to Twilight easier."

"Yeah well," sighed Spike, "Look, could you guys come back in a few hours so you can annoy Twilight instead?"

"But we aren't looking for Twilight anymore," said Scootaloo, "We're lookin for you."

"Yeah well I don't feel like being teased right now, go find someone else to look for," said Spike.

"Who's teasin?" asked Scootaloo, "I want your parts in my parts studly, I got two fun holes for your fun sticks."

Scootaloo turned about, waggling her hips towards him and raising her tail up. She was definitely getting moist. Seeing the action, Thrackerzod attempted to do the same, even if she wasn't quite the drooling mess that Scootaloo was. Applebloom rolled her eyes at her two friends, remaining seated on her own behind.

"I too have two rear entry points," stated Thrackerzod.

"Yeah well I might have one," Applebloom sighed, "If ya ask nice like."

Spike arched one eyeridge and peered at the three, "You're serious?"

"Of course I'm serious," Scootaloo turned back around, "I never joke about love, baby."

"Eh..." Spike drummed his claws on the table and for once seemed to be seriously considering it, "Seriously? All three of you?"

"All three of us, right here right now," Scootaloo assured him.

"Uh do ah get a say in that?" asked Applebloom.

"Hey if I'm gonna risk getting in trouble, it's gotta be all three of you," said Spike, "Besides, I'd want to see if Bloom moans with an accent."

Applebloom blushed from head to hoof, coughing a bit, "Yeah well, may as well. But ah sure ain't doin it out here where just anyone can walk in."

"Course not, I'm not that loony," said Spike, "We'll go upstairs and use Twilight's bed, she won't be back for a few hours at least and my bed is a bit small for a trio of sluts to be piling in."

Spike pushed his chair back, paused for a moment peering at them as if he wasn't completely sure they were serious yet, then hopped down and headed towards the upstairs. Scootaloo led the crusaders after him, a wide grin on her face and walking so closely that he could practically feel her breath on his back. Thrackerzod followed shortly behind her, seeming quite neutral about the entire thing but eager enough to get an ally close to Twilight. Applebloom continued to blush, but still followed behind, averting her eyes a bit from Spike.

Spike hopped up into Twilight's bed, bouncing up to the head of the bed and then flopping onto his back. He sprawled out, legs spread, and motioned for the fillies to follow after, a sly grin on his face. Scootaloo was immediately upon him, leaning down to nuzzle at his crotch, feeling about for the double prizes. He panted a bit as his reptilian slit slowly parted and two cock tips emerged, one atop the other and glistening with lubrication from within his slit. Scootaloo pushed her lips around the lower one to let it erect itself within her muzzle, letting the other flop against her face as it emerged too.

"You weren't kidding, my little dragon delight," said Scootaloo, "And already wet and ready to go."

"All right you little cock fiend," said Spike, "You promised me a pair of tight holes so sit on it to get on it. You other two too, I got a set of fingers for each of your best bits."

Scootaloo didn't need to be asked twice. She took a long slurp of each emerging tip, savoring the taste of his natural lubricant, then slid her body upwards, sliding her chest and belly against his shafts as she moved. She ended up sitting on his chest, straddling him and grinning down at him. As she pressed her hips back against his cocks, now throbbing hard, he moved his tail up to grasp them and aim them properly. The pair of dragon cocks were wickedly ridged and thicker than one might expect from a little dragon. He pressed his hips upwards to meet Scootaloo's downward stroke, and groaned appreciatively as he felt each tip pop inside, surrounded by fleshy warmth.

Thrackerzod did as he said as well, backing her plot up to his right hand, which immediately stroked over her plot and grasped firmly about her tight little slit. He pushed two fingers against her, popping them into her equally warm little cunt, then as she sat down he pressed his thumb against her tailhole, pressing into her there as well. Thrackerzod gave him an appraising look, but got the idea, sitting down further and rolling her hips to get the finger fucking. Applebloom saw what was going on and more reluctantly moved over to his left hand. He grasped her by one leg to tug her suddenly closer so he could reach, then gave her the same three finger treatment that he had given Thrackerzod, pushing into her twin holes, her cunny more moist than she cared to admit at the moment. She blushed, but all the same started rotating her hips.

"Mmmph, that's good, you girls are way more tight than a full grown mare," panted Spike, "I am likin this." He leaned up and nipped at Scootaloo's nose, "Belly deep ya little cock puppet."

Scootaloo squeed out a high pitched moan and nodded her head. Her eyes rolled back as she pressed back more firmly, sliding him deeper within her, her cunt lips and anal ring slurping over each ridge one after another, and finally bringing furry underage belly to Spike's scaly underage belly, pressing them together with a smack and then working into smooth thrusting motions. Both shaft throbbed happily within her, already coating her insides with a thin layer of pre, Spike's thrusting matching her own as he their bodies made sloppy music together.

This was joined by the almost as wet noises from Thrackerzod and Applebloom as their sweet little pussies were stretched and made ready by Spike's fingers. He slathered his thumbs in the juices drooling from their cunts, then rammed them in further into their tight little asses. Eventually even Thrackerzod started to drool a bit and pushed her hips back harder against him, her tail half wrapping about his arm. Applebloom did much the same, and did moan with a bit of an accent as well as she pushed her fun holes down around his fingers.

Scootaloo leaned forward and kissed Spike deeply, playing her tongue against his own disturbingly long tongue, squealing in delight when she realized how long it was, literally long enough to wrap around her face several times. Once she pulled back, Thrackerzod leaned forward for a kiss of her own. Though less skilled than Scootaloo, she still managed to drool with Spike in a pleasing manner. Applebloom followed the example next, slurping into a french kiss of her own with Spike. This continued on, each filly kissing him in turn, over and over again.

"Well fuck..." Spike grunted between kisses, "I'm gonna have... to visit you girls more .. often. I didn't... realize what kinda... cock whores you were... and Scootaloo... I think you might be better... at this than even Rarity... or maybe that's just the tightness talkin."

Scootaloo grinned widely; being told she were better than the village pin cushion was quite the complement. It encouraged her to massage him, her soaked tunnel rippling up and down his shaft as the ridges ground against her tender inner flesh, drooling profusely down his thighs and to the blanket below. At the same time her tight little ass clenched hard around his other shaft, flesh clinging together and moistly peeling apart with each thrust. Scootaloo felt her climax build within her, giving Spike one last deep kiss before she arched her back and squealed, her fuck holes convulsing and her cum-loving little snatch pouring hot juice over his length.

"That's it Scootaslut," Spike groaned, "Milk it... here it comes you little cum bag."

Spike took his hands from Thrackerzod and Applebloom for a moment to grasp Scootaloo's behind around her blank flanks, yanking her down hard and hammering his hips upwards before blowing his own load all over her insides. One shaft flooded her pleasure pipe, packing it in and leaking into her young womb. His other filled her ass to overflowing within seconds, pouring back down their thighs as their bodies continued to collide for another few minutes, riding out their orgasms together. Once done, Spike casually pulled the pegaslut from his cocks and pushed her off from him.

"Well I needed that," panted Spike, "Don't worry though, I'm good for another go. Over here, Slutty Belle... And you too Apple Cunt"

Spike grabbed hold of Thrackerzod's hind leg and yanked it out from under her, Thrackerzod allowed it with a warning glance, and Spike pulled her over onto the center of the bed, laying on her back in front of him. He motioned to Applebloom, who blushed sharply at his name for her but stepped over towards him. He tugged gently by her tail to coax her into turning away from her, then shoved her atop Thrackerzod so that the fillies were belly to belly with their bottoms facing Spike.

"Well if you two are as good as your big sisters I'm in for a treat," Spike grinned as he let his still erect shafts flop against the two bottoms.

"W-what?" Applebloom complained, "I know everbody's had Rarity but mah sister ain't like that."

"You'd be surprised what she's like when she's had a few drinks," Spike rubbed his claws over Applebloom's behind, pulling her tail out of the way.

Applebloom sighed, "No, no ah probably wouldn't be surprised."

Spike pushed against them, each spire pushing against a pretty filly cunt this time. Already wet from his previous treatment of them, he popped in fairly easily. His lower shaft pulsed as it pushed past Thrackerzod's tight labia, sinking into her tunnel and immediately treated with her inner muscles rolling over his shaft. His upper one pushed into Applebloom. She relaxed around him and allowed him to push in, then squeezed tightly around his fun stick. She let out a little moan, spreading her legs out more and figuring she might as well enjoy herself. Spike rolled his eyes back and pushed further, not stopping the first push until his belly smacked against Applebloom's, dual cocks once again completely immersed in warmth.

"Phew, you're tighter that's for sure," Spike groaned, "Especially Rarity, compared to this that mare is like throwing a hot dog down a hallway."

"Cease your comparisons and proceed with your thrusting," Thrackerzod grunted. That was the closest she was going to get to 'fuck me harder'.

Spike didn't need encouragement, pulling halfway back and then rolling his hips into solid thrusting motions, the sound of two sopping wet holes clenching at his shafts, lips flicking against his ribs, filling the room. One claw felt over Applebloom's behind, the other reaching down to grip at Thrackerzod's blank flank, enjoying the feel of their hips pushing back in response to him. He sped up his motions gradually, biting his lip and half-lidding his eyes as he enjoyed himself. The girls enjoyed themselves as well, and eventually Thrackerzod and Applebloom were feeling their forehooves all over each other's body, their lips coming together as they kissed deeply. Their bottoms flexed and pushed, grinding back against Spike and against one another, rubbing their small but firm teats and clits together in the process.

"You guys have no idea how hot you look," Scootaloo said, "Makes me wish I had a camera. Actually that's not a bad idea for later, Hoo!"

Scootaloo came up behind Spike and ground herself against the dragon's spines from behind. He responded by curling his tail up and ramming it hard into her from below. He pumped the scaley ridged impalement into her pussy, feeling juice and cum drooling down, then yanked free and jammed it into her tailhole instead. He continued plowing her, switching holes every minute or so. Scootaloo loved it, gripping him from behind and rolling her hips as she joined the foal orgy once again.

"Yeah you sluts want a cunt full of dragon cum," Spike groaned, "Not gettin it until I feel those hot little cum guzzlers explode."

It wasn't easy to hold himself with the hot feel of twin pussies sliding repeatedly over his shafts, but he didn't have to wait for long. The fillies continued to make out hotly with each other as their hips rolled into each other and Spike, and finally their hot little bodies began to shake. Applebloom was the first to squeal, her foal hole wrecked with spasms as it twisted and milked greedily at Spike's cock. Thrackerzod wasn't far after, and despite her attempts not to she ended up squealing as well. Her own body shook as her marshmallow soft pussy clung to Spike's shaft and rolled up and down the surface, her pussy demanding a womb full of dragon seed.

Spike didn't last seconds once both of their holes were exploding over his shafts. He dug his claws into both their rumps, holding them together as he rammed his hips powerfully against the two of them. His cocks exploded into thick strings of spunk, hosing down their insides. His shafts throbbed as he crammed his cum deeper into them, splattering their wombs and flooding their tunnels until it finally leaked down over his thighs. He rolled his eyes back and shuddered more, the intense feeling of getting off and the bodies of three hot fillies pressing against him was too much.

"Holy shit you girls," Spike panted after a few minutes when his hips finally started to slow, "Had no idea you were all such little whores, thought that was only Scootaloo."

"Spike," came a voice from the door.

The four looked in that direction to find Twilight standing just inside her bedroom door, staring at them sternly.

"Spike, what are you doing in my bed?" Twilight asked.

"Uh, relaxing?" Spike said, "How long you been there?"

"About five or so minutes," Twilight answered.

"Well ya couldn't have minded that much if ya wanted to see us finish," Scootaloo said, still shamelessly grinding slowly against Spike, "Enjoy the show?"

"Oh horse feathers... please don't tell Applejack," Applebloom begged as she wriggled away from the others.

"Tell my family if you must," said Thrackerzod, calmly rolling over and standing on wobbly legs, "I will blame it on Rarity's influence, as before."

"Look, I could care less about you three," said Twilight, "I'm more angry at walking in on my slave porking three children. I mean what are they, like ten years old tops?"

"I'm only eleven myself!" complained Spike, trying his best to pack his bits back into their slit; it was taking longer than he'd like, "You're... just mad that I get more than you!"

"I can help with that if you need, you feisty little filly you," Scootaloo said, though Spike finally pushed her away from grinding on him, "Ho ah!"

"I don't want to get more filly than anyone else!" Twilight said, face-hoofing.

"Well I probably get more dick than you too," Spike grumbled.

"All right, that's it," Twilight said, "You three pint sized cum buckets get your butts out of here, and try not to leave a trail of slime behind you." She turned to Spike, "And YOU. Once you've cleaned and re-made my bed you're grounded. And by that I mean I'm going to bury you up to your neck and pour fire ants on your head."

"Whoa," said Scootaloo, "That's a bit too kinky even for me.... but only a bit. Hoo."

"Eh don't worry," said Spike, "She gets like this, I'll be fine. But yeah, try not to leave a trail when you leave, it'll just be more for me to clean up."

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"Well I don't think Twilight told Applejack or anypony," said Applebloom, once again gathered with her two friends in their clubhouse hideout, "Since none of us have been grounded again. Either that or they've just given up hope for us."

"My parents gave up on me years back," said Scootaloo, "They know I'm just too sexy to be controlled. Hoo."

"I believe I would rather be punished for my transgressions," said Thrackerzod, "It does not seem normal for a parent to accept that their offspring is just a slut."

"Hay there are worse things to be, baby!" said Scootaloo, "Sides... neither of you ever complained."

"I'm pretty sure both of us have complained at some point," Applebloom said.

"This is not important," said Thrackerzod, "We should concentrate on more important things, like avenging Spike by killing Twilight Sparkle."

"Wouldn't she have to kill him for us to even need vengeance?" Applebloom asked, "I doubt he got more than a few hours torture at most."

"Then can we at least torture Twilight Sparkle?" asked Thrackerzod, "I am trying to reach a compromise here."

"Ain't got time for that," said Scootaloo, "I got an opportunity for us that can't wait!"

"What is it this time?" Applebloom rolled her eyes.

"I do not wish to spend another day helping you sate your overactive libido." Thrackerzod complained.

"Don't be like that, babies!" said Scootaloo, "This could make us all a lotta money! One of my contacts have offered to hook me up with none other than Photo Finish to make some video magic!"

"By one of your contacts," Thrackerzod said, "I assume you mean some random stallion. And besides this, I have heard Rarity indicate that Photo Finish is not a desirable business partner."

"Didn't we already try something like this?" asked Applebloom.

"This ain't the same, my sweet little apple dumpling," Scootaloo explained, "Photo Finish will take care of advertising and sales and all. All we have to do is sit back and watch the money roll in! Ho ah!"

"Okay and what do we have to do for this?" Applebloom asked, "Is this like... just modeling dresses and stuff?"

"Nah we're doing the really high payin jobs," said Scootaloo, "I'm not gonna lie... it may involve you fitting some rather large objects inside you."

"I hope you mean we'll gonna be modeling with food," Applebloom said.

"There's a distinct possibility that food may be involved," admitted Scootaloo, "Though I think the focus will not be on our mouth ends. Hoo!"

"What are we posing for?" asked Thrackerzod, "Where will our images appear? Because I think if my sister were to be presented with pictures of me doing questionable activities by one of her many stallion friends, she may be upset."

"Yeah I can't imagine my family being very happy either," said Applebloom.

"Well let me put your fears to rest, my little love muffins," said Scootaloo, "My contact says they can dye your fur and do your mane up so nopony will recognize you."

"Okay I give," said Applebloom, "Where are these photos gonna show up exactly?"

"We'll be posing for Foal Fiddlers Monthly," Scootaloo nodded, "All we gotta do is sign a little contract and shake our sexy booties a bit, and they'll do the rest. Hoo!"

"Did you really need to ask?" Thrackerzod deadpanned, then narrowed her eyes, "Contract? What sort of contract? Contracts can be dangerous. We do not want to accidentally sell our souls."

"Our souls aren't the part of us they're interested in, Thracker," Scootaloo assured, "They just need us to sign a paper affirming that we're at least eighteen years of age and that we consent to having our booty plundered."

"Um, one problem," Applebloom observed, "We're only about half way to eighteen."

"They don't need to know that baby!" Scootaloo assured. "Hoo!"

"Will they not be able to tell by looking at us?" asked Thrackerzod.

"Nah," said Scootaloo, "We'll just say we're late bloomers."

"Okay okay," said Applebloom, "Since you'll probably not shut up until we do it, I'll go ahead. Could use some extra bits anyway I guess, but where are we gonna tell our folks that we went to?"

"We'll just guilt trip Fluttershy into saying we slept over at her place again," suggested Scootaloo.

"I also will go the head," said Thrackerzod, "But only because I am agreeing with the majority, not because the idea is not stupid."

The day arrived and the fillies gathered at the studio in Canterlot. It had taken what seemed like hours just to prepare them for the shoot, but they were finally all done up in nice alternate colors. They had been made up as triplets, despite all being different types of ponies, with dark pink fur and dark red manes. Their manes and tails had been styled until they hung straight down, as if they were one of Pinkie's psychotic sisters. Scootaloo, being the shameless one she was, had wanted to not be disguised, but apparently being disguised was part of the contract as well.

"Ah there you are," Photo Finish approached them when they arrived, "It is nice to meet three adequately beautiful and completely adult ponies. I see from your applications that you are all in your twenties. Good. Have you signed your non-negotiable contracts?"

"Uh yeah," said Applebloom, "Didn't get much time to read it though."

"I skimmed it and only read the sexy parts," admitted Scootaloo. "I liked the part where it listed everything you're allowed to put in us. Gotta say... you're almost as freaky as me. Almost. Hoo!"

"I read it in it's entirety," said Thrackerzod, "And will not say I regret signing it as that would be a violation of the contract. I will say... at least we did not sell you our souls."

"What do you mean your souls," Photo Finish paused for a moment, then turned to her assistant nearby, "Remind me after this that I need to add some thing to the standard contract." She turned back to the fillies, "Now come and meet your co-star."

"Oh good, we get to do this with a perfect stranger," Applebloom rubbed her forehead with a hoof.

"You get used to it, baby," Scootaloo assured her.

The co-star was a large, black-furred earth pony stallion with a clashing white mane and tail, though he was obviously also fur-dyed; they had even dyed over his cutie mark to completely hide his identity. When he saw the three fillies come into the room, he suddenly looked a bit reluctant, shifting a hoof back and forth on the bed where he had been laying to wait for them. He looked at Photo Finish.

"Uh, I thought ah was gonna do this with..." the stallion said.

"Yes, yes," Photo Finish cut him off, "You will get to have your happy-fun-gay-time with some random stallions later, but we need you for this first. Our original model violated his contract by disliking blueberries and had to be fired... out of a cannon. Are you all ready?"

The stallion glanced at the three fillies again, either deciding if this was worth getting to nail some random stallions later, or just calculating if he had enough stamina to do this first. He finally nodded, "Eyup."

"Wait. What?" Applebloom's eyes went wide.

She recognized her brother's voice easily, and from the look on his face as their stunned eyes met, he immediately recognized his sister's voice as well.

"Ohhhh myyyy," Scootaloo said, grinning like an idiot when she caught on, "There aren't enough Hoo's in the world for this."

"I too am also mildly amused at this development," admitted Thrackerzod.

"Is there a problem?" Photo Finish asked, but didn't wait for an answer, "Good. I will get the video camera ready. Somepony get the pudding, the lubricant, and the whip cream.

Applebloom and Big Mac were still staring into each others' eyes, bodies rigid and unmoving, when an assistant approached with a large tub of pudding, a can of whip cream, and a large squirt bottle labeled 'Blueberry flavored synthetic hyper lube'. Scootaloo hopped onto the bed, continuing to grin widely, and rubbed her mane against the side of his face.

"Overcome with joy, stud?" Scootaloo asked.

"Yes it is nice to see you getting along so well," Photo Finish said casually as she finished setting up her camera, "Now we begin. The three mares will move onto the bed. The stallion you are on your back. You will all take the pudding and...I don't know. Do something interesting."

Applebloom might have never snapped out of it had Scootaloo not grabbed her around the neck and yanked her onto the bed. Thrackerzod pushed the earth filly from behind, pushing her up onto the bed with Scootaloo, then followed behind her. Scootaloo was quick to grab her forelegs around the tub of pudding and pulled the top off slowly with her muzzle.

"On your back you hot hunk of male meat," Scootaloo licked her lips at Big Mac, "Let's get this show started."

Big Mac blinked a few times, then turned to Scootaloo and back to Photo Finish. He seemed to suddenly realize that the camera was running, and rolled reluctantly to his back, allowing his four legs to splay out. Eyes still wide, he tried hard not to look at Applebloom again. Scootaloo didn't wait, turning the tub of pudding over and dumping it onto Big Mac, covering him from chest to groin in thick vanilla goodness. He shivered at the chill from the cold pudding, which definitely didn't help him get into the mood, his best bits still tucked within his sheath.

"That is good," Photo Finish deadpanned, "Now um... continue. Good."

The lack of instruction didn't seem to inhibit the action. Scootaloo ran her tongue over Big Mac's chest, rolling her eyes back in exaggerated bliss for the camera. Thrackerzod glanced about, then moved to the Big Mac's other side to do the same. Applebloom was practically hyper ventilating, nearly choking when Scootaloo pushed her head down and into the pudding as well, the three slowly working the pudding off his chest. Photo Finish moved around them to get clear shots of the action. As she moved about behind Scootaloo and Applebloom, Scoot raised her tail up high, pulling Applebloom's up as well to show off both of their tiny and inviting little holes.

"Yes good. Now continue to his fun bits," Photo Finish Instructed.

They didn't have to be told. As the pudding was cleaned off his chest, the trio moved slowly southward down his belly. Applebloom tried to stay as northward as possible, but the others continued to push her down with their own movements, causing her to be the first to reach his sheath. Body shaking violently and eyes wide, she ran her tongue over her brother's sheath. She moved down more, as if she thought moving quickly now would get it over with. Scootaloo moved to slurp at his opening, lapping her tongue within to slurp out the pudding there and tickle the tip of his shaft with her tongue. Thrackerzod tried to watch the other two out of the corner of her eye, giving Scootaloo a bit of a glare for getting her into this, then moving down to slurp the sludge off Big Mac's testicle.

Big Mac couldn't help but respond to the attention at his sheath, and even seemed to relax as they continued to stimulate him. Soon his cock slid free of its home, immediately taken into Scootaloo's muzzle as it escaped. Scoot took it deep enough to swallow at the tip, then ran her tongue up and down the length. Applebloom tried to avoid the shaft, concentrating on his fleshy sheath and thighs, half-closing her eyes to try and imagine she was just licking up pudding and not her brother. Thrackerzod did admirably at his balls, working her tongue over one and then the other, back and forth, slowly cleaning them.

"Good," affirmed Photo Finish, "Now take the whip cream and... do something with it."

Still lapping at his shaft, Scootaloo grasped the whip cream can in her hind legs and pressed the nozzle into her own sopping wet foal hole. Clenching around it, she squeezed and allowed it to fill her up, chrring at the cool feeling of being filled up by it. Pulling herself off with a lewd pop, she then backed herself up, leaving his shaft to Applebloom and Thrackerzod as she pushed her cream filled delight against Big Mac's muzzle. Big Mac had a bit of a delayed reaction, but soon pushed his tongue back against the bottom presented to him, pressing into Scootaloo's soft pussy and slurping noisily to suck out the whip cream.

Not content with getting eaten out, Scootaloo tugged Applebloom suddenly by her mane, pulling her up onto Big Mac so that she faced Scootaloo, her cute little bottom now seated on her brother's throbbing shaft. Thrackerzod, finding some sense of enjoyment in tormenting her friend, aided Scootaloo, first helping her push Applebloom into position, then taking hold of the blueberry lube and pushing the tip against Applebloom's somewhat less moist foal hole. Applebloom squeaked as Thrackerzod squeezed the bottle, squirting a fill of the cold lubricant into her, her hind legs tensing up and tail whipping at Thrackerzod's face.

"That's good initiative," Photo Finish encouraged blandly, "Yes do that."

Applebloom squeaked again more loudly when she realized where her two friends were going with this. She started to open her mouth to protest only to be cut off when Scootaloo leaned forward to kiss her. Scootaloo kissed her so deeply that she practically gagged on Scoot's tongue, even as Thrackerzod dumped more lubricant onto her brother's now throbbing erection. He couldn't help but twitch his hips as he felt shaft pulled into position, his tip pressed against his sister's well lubricated cunt. All the time Scootaloo's own little pussy was ground against his face, thrusting into the laps and slurps that he covered her with. Mac wasn't completely certain if it was Applebloom or Thrackerzod that he was about to penetrate with Scootaloo's slutty rear in the way, but he had a hunch.

Applebloom caught herself pressing back against his shaft, then tried to pull away only to find herself pressing back again. This approximated thrusting her hips back at him well enough, and finally he couldn't keep himself from indulging. Sliding his forehooves down up Scootaloo's body and then down Applebloom's, he grasped her tiny rear tightly before pushing up hard, feeling her tight little hole stretching slowly against his shaft tip. Applebloom practically squealed in protest, making Big Mac certain of who he was about to enter. Applebloom attempted to move at a more difficult angle to enter, only to have her rump pushed back into place by Thrackerzod, who was busily lapping about Big Mac's sheath and lower shaft as she did so.

"Ah yeah," Scootaloo murmured into her continued making out with Applebloom, "You about to get a cunt full of incest. Hoo."

He was too hard and too hot by this point to stop. He took another long slurp at Scootaloo's sopping wet pussy, then practically convulsed as his tip finally popped into his sister's tight hole. The siblings moaned out together as their bodies sloppily pushed together. At first Scoot and Thracker assisted Bloom in her task, pushing her bottom back and forth together, but before long she was moving on her own, rotating her hips to match her big brother's thrusting.

Scootaloo kissed Applebloom again, sliding one forehoof down to feel around the tight penetration point between the two siblings. The very thought of the sibling bonding drove her wild, and combined with Big Mac ever more eagerly eating her out, she was soon shaking with bliss. Her tail hiked up and wings stretching out stiffly above her, she came hard against Big Mac's face, juice visibly spewing over his face as she unloaded.

Thrackerzod, now unsure what to do now that Applebloom was moving on her own, slid up behind her earth pony friend and wrapped her forelegs about her, rotating her own hips to grind herself against Applebloom's behind. She spread out her hind legs and hiked up her own tail, making sure Photo Finish could still get a nice shot of the penetration. Not letting her get a good shot of penetration was a breach of contract, after all.

Applebloom shook violently as her belly swelled with each thrust. Scootaloo ever pushed her back more, pushing more and more of Big Mac into her until she felt like she might gag on his cock. His whole body tightened up, feeling so much of his sister wrapped around him, ridiculously tight and hot. As if that wasn't enough, soon he felt his sister's pussy convulsing around him in orgasmic bliss of her own, causing her to squeal at the top of her lungs.

"Brother!" Applebloom blurted out, even she now lost in the moment.

"Bloom!" Big Mac blurted out in response.

When Big Mac finally blew, it filled Applebloom to swelling almost immediately, then blasting her off of his shaft and nearly throwing her over Scootaloo's head. Applebloom's back and Thrackerzod's front were then treated to a thick gooey coating of stallion seed, leaving them more drenched in spunk than he had been in pudding earlier. He spent several long minutes it seemed hosing two fillies down before the group finally slid to a rest, all four panting with stunned or sated looks on their faces.

Photo Finish allowed them to complete their motions before stepping out from behind the camera.

"Wait, do you two know each other?" she asked, "Because this is supposed to be a stranger sex. Knowing each other is a breach of contract."

"But wait baby," Scootaloo insisted, "Them being brother and sister is even more kinky than strangers, ain't it? Hoo."

"Yes I'm sure it is," Photo Finish deadpanned, "However. It is not like I can't just have any two ponies dye their fur and pretend to be siblings for the camera. I'm afraid you are all fired."

"But can't you also have any two ponies pretend to be strangers?" Thrackerzod interjected.

"We're still gettin paid for this one though right?" Applebloom panted.

"Of course not," Photo Finish replied, "Clearly your contract states that the first five hours of camera time is considered training, so you are not paid until you have exceeded the five hours. Then you are paid in ten hour increments. You did not make the five hour mark. You have not earned a pay."

"Wait a minute," Applebloom blinked, "Are you saying I just boinked my own brother for no reason."

"Yes," Photo Finish confirmed, "I am saying that you just 'boinked' your own brother for no reason. Now go!"

"Oh well, at least we had fun baby!" Scootaloo seemed the least disappointed.

"Does this mean I can say that I hate the contract now?" Thrackerzod asked.

8 Appleoosa's Most HOOed

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“Aren’t you glad ya’ll came with me to see Applejack compete in the Appleloosa rodeo?” Apple Bloom asked her two friends as she looked out over the busy rodeo, countless ponies preparing for the events.

“That was the clunkiest exposition that has ever escaped from your muzzle,” complained Thrackerzod. “I am however, pleased, assuming that the two of you are also pleased.”

“I’m excited too!” said Sweetie Belle, even if only Thrackerzod could hear her.

“Silence! You should not even be in a conscious state!” Thrackerzod said aloud, completely out of context as far as the others were concerned. Not that that was unusual for her.

“I totally am, baby!” Scootaloo was more agreeable, “This place is a booty gold mine! All these frontier ponies with cute freckles and sexy accents.”

“If we can get into some of these events, we could all three walk off the train back in Ponyville with brand spankin’ new cutie marks!” Apple Bloom smiled.

“A spankin’ cutie mark?” Scootaloo purred, “Spankin’ a flank would look good on my flank, HOO!” Scootaloo rubbed her flank more erotically than any foal should.

“I want a lasso!” Apple Bloom was doing her best to keep things on the topic of cutie marks rather than booties, but failing.

“I hope you get one too, “ said Scootaloo, “You could practice by tying me up, Hoo-ah!”

“That pony over there appears to have broken one its leg protrusions,” Thrackerzod drew their attention to Braeburn, who had one leg up in a sling, “It occurs to me that not tying each other up or beating each other with whips would be somewhat less likely to result in serious injury. Not that I am implying that I disagree with your mutual decision.”

“No risk, no reward,” Apple Bloom, sticking to the task at hoof.

“That sounds like a great idea, Thrackerzod, I say we find some rope and get on it!” Scootaloo grinned, mishearing Thrackerzod completely. Because she wanted to.

“Alright everypony, listen up!” the local Sheriff Silverstar drew their attention, adding, “I said shut your pie holes!” when the ponies surrounding him didn’t quiet immediately, “We need a big presence at this here rodeo, so make yourself plenty seen. I want that low-down varmint to know we mean business!” He then began passing out hoofball bats to those that apparently would be assisting him.

“I hope nothing bad is going on,” said Sweetie Belle.

“Something bad is always going on,” said Thrackerzod, “Now be silent so that I may effectively communicate with my friends.”

“They’re my friends too!” claimed Sweetie Belle.

“They have never even met you!” Thrackerzod argued.

“A cutie mark-apalooza AND a low-down varmint?” said Apple Bloom, ignoring the one-sided conversation coming from Thrackerzod, “This is shapin’ up to be the most excitin’ rodeo ever!”

“Oh I’m always excited around you, HOO!” Scootaloo grinned, “Let’s go find us some country booty to bang.”

“Woo-hoo! Yee-haw!” Braeburn cheered for Applejack as she practiced her hay-stacking prowess, because for some reason that is an important skill, “That’s my cousin! Go, Applejack, go!”

“Whew!” said Applejack as she left the field, “It’s been a dog’s age since I got to compete. All the rodeos ‘round Ponyville are closed down for some reason.” And apparently Applejack didn’t think to read the newspaper to ascertain said reason.

“Well, I guess me havin’ been stampeded by horny buffalo sure paid off then, huh, cuz?”

“Just doin’ my best to fill your shoes, Braeburn,” said Applejack, because saying horseshoes there would be idiotic as he was obviously a horse.

“Keep tossin’ like that and I’ll be out of a job!” Braeburn chuckled.

“Doubt I could ever ‘out toss’ you,” Applejack chuckled back with a bit of a wink, prodding Braeburn and forgetting that his leg was still healing.

“Ow! Ow!” Braeburn didn’t appreciate Applejack’s tendency to poke the wounded.

“Oh sorry,” said Applejack awkwardly, then added with a wink, “Heh, funny how the sounds ponies make for pain and pleasure are tha same, huh.” And then it was even more awkward.

“Uh, now let’s be careful what you imply in public now, cousin,” Braeburn looked about nervously, probably not wanting too many others to be informed that his cousin knows what his pleasure noises sound like.

“Right, sorry, forgot we were around non-family,” Applejack blushed, and quickly tried to change the subject, “Say, where’s mah sister and her friends?”

“Uh-oh, Gee, uh,” Braeburn was distracted from the one awkwardness to be awkward about something else, “I got so caught up in watchin’ you that I-... I mean not that I was eyeing yer underside when you were up on the hay stacks or anythang ah just... oh nuts.”

“You said you’d keep an eye on those fillies! Especially with Scootaloo with ‘em!” Applejack growled, “How am ah supposed to focus on practicin’ if yer keepin' an eye on my plot instead!“

“There they are,” Braeburn cut off any further anger, pointing behind her with relief, “Right where ah left ‘em!” He looked about nervously, “Aw, don’t be mad.... Owwwch! My foreleg! Hurts so much!”

Apple Bloom just giggled, and Thrackerzod did so too, though rather unconvincingly, “Ha. Ha. Ha. I, too, am amused by your incapacity to handle the most basic of adult responsibilities.”

“I got just the thing to sooth that owie for you, stud muffin,” Scootaloo grinned, then drew attention to the giant cactus hat Scootaloo seemed to be wearing, “How’d you like a seat on this? Hoo!”

“On a cactus?” Braeburn responded with a bit of confusion.

“Aw, baby,” Scootaloo said disappointedly, “It really is a cactus? I thought it was somethin’ else.”

“Ah told you,” Apple Bloom muttered and rolled her eyes.

“Ya’ll can’t go runnin’ off like that, y’hear?” Applejack sighed at the foals, “Backstage at a rodeo ain’t no kinda playground, and ya know ah don’t want ya to be alone with her.” Applejack didn’t even need to nod in Scootaloo’s direction; it was understood who she meant.

“Sorry Applejack,” Apple Bloom attempted to tactfully, pull things into the direction she’d rather it go, “We won’t wander off again. But, uh, speakin’ of the rodeo... what would you say about me and the Crusaders maybe competin’ in one teensy-weensy event or three?”

“Look out!” Braeburn suddenly pointed at the giant hay stack they had just practiced with and not disassembled for some reason, which was now tumbling towards them.

Acting in an instant, Applejack sweeped the three fillies out of the way, landing in a pile with them just outside of the impact zone. She quickly realized that Scootaloo’s rump had landed atop her face, and said rump was now rubbing rather wetly against her. Applejack sat up, pushing Scootaloo off and sputtering to get the taste off her tongue.

“What the hay just happened?” Applejack demanded.

“You fillies alright?” Braeburn asked.

“Uh-huh,” groaned Apple Bloom.

“I’m as good as always, but I sure didn’t know fruity flank was into public displays of affection,” said Scootaloo, “Hoo!”

“I too have sustained minimal damage,” Thrackerzod said.

“Sugar and salt licks,” Silverstar said, rushing up to the scene and looking at the ground, “Well I’ll be...”

“What is it, Sheriff?” Applejack asked.

“Is it him?” asked Braeburn.

“Ain’t no doubt,” said Silverstar pointing at an unusually large hoof print, “It’s Troubleshoes. ”

“Oh baby, I wanna meet him!” Scootaloo grinned, “You know what they say about stallions with big hooves, Hoo!”

A crowd gathered peacefully around the sheriff’s office, remaining very orderly.

“Is it true?” one pony asked, “Is Troubleshoes here?”

“You ain’t gonna shut down the rodeo, are ya?” asked another.

“All right now,” grumbled Silverstar at the crowd full of civil ponies, “I called for a mob scene, not a civil meetin’. “ he pointed towards torches and pitchforks he had brought with him so the crowd could get good and riled up, then continued, “Now as many of you know, the Equestria rodeo circuit has been plagued by the dirty dealin’s of a notorious outlaw.”

“He knocked the barrels ever which way at the Hoof City rodeo!” complained one pony, “Then when we were distracted, he knocked up mah Aunt Bae Mare!”

“That’s nothin’!” countered another, “He mounted one of the steer at Pinto Creek rodeo, settin’ off such a stampede, they cancelled the whole dadgum thing!”

“That’s right,” said Silverstar, “It’s true that we had an incident this mornin’ at our own Appleloosa rodeo. Hay bale stack came down right near on top of three little fillies! I examined the hoof-prints myself and, uh... it was Troubleshoes, all right.”

The crowd gasped, then went silent for just enough to clearly hear “I got somethin’ he can cum down right on top of. Hoo-ah!” from the back of the crowd.

“I reckon I oughta cancel this rodeo like all the others done,” said Silverstar, certain that he heard that comment wrong, “But dag-hoof it, this has gone far enough! We’ll double the patrols! This rodeo will go on! Appleloosa ain’t gonna be intimidated!”

As the crowd cheered, Apple Bloom turned back to Applejack, smiling, “Glad that’s settled. So uh, Applejack, about me and my pals competin’ in the rodeo...” she chuckled nervously.

“Don’t send us home!” Apple Bloom cried back at Braeburn’s house, “It’s not fair!”

“Now, quit yer bitchin’. Ah can’t have ya’ll around here with some outlaw molester on the loose.”

“I’m always on the loose, baby,” confirmed Scootaloo, “HOOOO!”

“No, you can’t!” Braeburn complained now, “This rodeo is important to Appleloosa! And with you in there, we got a real shot at winnin’!” He sighed, patting Applejack on the back and encouraging her to move back, “Come on, now, you head on back to practice and don’t worry none about these three. Ah won’t let ‘em outta my sight.

After encouraging Applejack out the door, Braeburn closed it, locking several latches, then leaning a chair back against the door, which he then sat in, “Ya hear? Ya’ll ain’t leavin’ mah sight!”

“And you ain’t leavin’ mine, sugar sheath,” Scootaloo grinned, walking over towards Braeburn, and joined by her two friends behind her. “So, sweetheart, you like to ‘keep it in the family’ as much as the other hot fruit flanks?”

“Um,” Braeburn’s eyes got rather large, clearly not having expected that from a filly, but probably only because he hadn’t been paying attention to most of what Scootaloo had been saying, “Well ah sure don’t know what’cha mean by that.” he chuckled awkwardly.

“My older sister has also expressed that this tendency exists amongst the Apple clan,” agreed Thrackerzod. “As evidenced by the detailed descriptions that Applejack gave her of the sexual exploits that she and her cousin have committed.” No such thing had happened, but Rarity HAD said that the Apple family was easy to trick into giving up information if they thought you already knew, and Thrackerzod was all for causing suffering to others through deceit. “Were you not concerned that you could create two-headed foals with your incestuous copulation?”

“Wh-what?” Braeburn gasped, “Don’t she know ya’ll are too young ta hear about that sorta thang?” he started to breath a bit heavily, “Sides it wasn’t like that... we were too young to actually make a foal from it and... oh Celestia on a stick... ah really just contradicted mahself something fierce.”

“Aw don’t worry none about it,” Apple Bloom comforted, “If it makes ya feel any better, ah’ve had a roll in tha hay with both mah older siblin’s, so yer in good company at least. Though makes me wonder... ah should probably start foal control pretty soon.”

“I don’t know, baby,” said Scootaloo, “A foal in a filly is pretty kinky, hoo! I ain’t taken no control.”

“Your internal organs are too damaged to successfully contain a life form for the length of time required.” Thraclerzod peered at Scootaloo.

“Really?” Braeburn tried to calm himself, shying away from the conversation about foals having foals and tilting it back a bit, “Ah always figured Big Mac liked... well...”

“Yeah ah’m pretty sure he swings tha way yer insinuatin’,” shrugged Apple Bloom, “But there was money, a contract, and a photo shoot involved so... wasn’t exactly tha most common of circumstances.”

Braeburn just stared at her with his muzzle hanging open. He wanted to ask where he might find said photos if they had been placed for sale, but wasn’t sure. Applejack might actually kill him if he asked her little sister that. Maybe he could ask Big Mac about it instead...

Braeburn’s mind was snapped back to reality as Scootaloo moved up to where he was sitting on his haunches and rubbed a naughty little hoof up and down the front of his sheath. It seemed his shaft had poked free of his sheath due to the conversation matter. He almost fell out of his chair, closing his hind legs to deprive Scootaloo access.

“Hay now!” Braeburn started the heavy breathing again,”Applejack would kill me if she came back and found me... doing stuff... with you... yer just a bit young like I said.”

“Ah guess she would be,” said Apple Bloom, “But then ah could just remind her of all that stuff she confessed to me while drunk bout being a little filly slut when she was younger. Not like she has tha right to talk.”

“This is different!” Braeburn claimed.

“Did you not express that you have committed acts involving penetration with fillies before?” asked Thrackerzod. “How would this act be different?”

“Well foals playin’ with each other is one thang, but I’m like three times yer age now!” Braeburn was hyperventilating, “It ain’t proper!”

“I clearly do not have a sufficient grasp of time as it relates to the sexual habits of ponies.” Thrackerzod sat calmly and watched further.

Scootaloo wasn’t deterred, and it was very hard to keep her little hooves from sliding between his legs and grasping for his bits, which were growing quite firm now.

“Come on baby, stop with the hide n seek,” Scootaloo purred, “Your little friend wants in some Scootaloo!” she turned to Apple Bloom, “You done a cousin before? How ‘bout helping me with some lovin. We gotta lotta ground to cover with this monster.” It wasn’t a monster, especially compared to Big Mac, but that never stopped Scootaloo from stroking egos while she stroked dicks.

“May as well,” shrugged Apple Bloom, padding up and sliding her own hoof about to rub against his balls.

Braeburn pulled his legs apart more, though was still hyperventilating. Not wanting to be left out, Thrackerzod trotted over as well, reaching a hoof to casually stroke the now throbbing member, though she was looking at it far more analytically than lustfully.

“Well it ain’t just that,” Braeburn explained, “Ah mean... ah sorta grew into swingin’ a different way than... some of mah earlier experimentations. Ah’m not really into fillies... no pun intended.”

“Fair enough,” Apple Bloom shrugged again, though she was looking more interested now, “You got a dildo or a strap on or somethin?”

“I don’t know... um...” stammered Braeburn.

“Well it’s yer house,” Apple Bloom rolled her eyes, “And seriously, ain’t no way a raving bottom like you don’t have no toys to ram up his poot shoot.”

Braeburn swallowed, blushing heavily and pointed a hoof to a nearby set of drawers. Apple Bloom left him be for a moment while she went to dig through it, producing a rather wicked looking strap-on with barbs and a tapered tip. It sure didn’t look like anything Apple Bloom had seen, and she wasn’t sure if the harness would fit her, but she dragged it back with her anyway, along with a bottle of lube.

“You like it in the back door, sugar? Well we got us somethin’ in common. Hoo-ah!” Despite saying such, Scootaloo was less interested in doing what Braeburn would like and continued doing what she liked instead, now moving in to run her tongue up along his throbbing tip, then moved to slowly suckle at his tip, sliding her tongue against his underside as she pushed him to the back of her throat and swallowed against him.

Thrackerzod joined as well, slurping at his ball sack, giving the stallion’s balls a coating of filly saliva as she concentrated with her magic, encompassing his shaft and sliding the magical energy and up and down enough that they could see his sensitive flesh give back and forth with the stroking.

Braeburn seemed resigned to the fact that he was going to do perverse things with foals whether he wanted to or not, so he rose from his chair, panting a bit more calmly as he stood up, giving Apple Bloom a bit of a sheepish smile and tapping the chair behind him lightly with a hind hoof to indicate it as a good launching point for her attack on his tail hole.

It was rather the right height, and Apple Bloom climbed up into it. She strapped the toy about her hips, having to pull the straps as tight as they could go for it to fit her small frame, leaving a great deal of loose straps hanging down. She dumped lubricant over the shaft, wasting most of it but getting it plenty slick. She then pushed the bottle against his tail hole and squeezed it, squirting the chilly slickness into his bottom and causing him to shiver.

“What’s with this thing anyway?” Apple Bloom asked, “Ah ain’t never seen a colt with a dick like this.”

“Oh uh, it’s a griffin... dick,” Braeburn blushed again, still unable to believe what he had somehow gotten himself into. “A gift from this pastry chef friend of mine... nevermind.”

“Oh baby, now I wanna find me some griffin to love, hoo!” Scootaloo pulled back her mouth just long enough to speak before returning to work.

Braeburn started to think maybe it wasn’t that bad. He was going to get plowed by his favorite toy, and a mouth was a mouth, so it was easy enough to close his eyes and imagine he was being sucked off by colts.

And then he realized that Scootaloo had pulled her muzzle free and turned her little backside towards him, feeling her plot rubbing slowly up and down against his tip. Thrackerzod, accustomed to such antics, casually wrapped her hooves about his shaft to hold him steadier than her magic could and allow Scootaloo to more easily impale herself.

Before he could protest though, Apple Bloom went about her task, pushing the tapered tip of the griffin dong against his bottom, her little hooves gripping his bottom as best she could as she pushed forward. The little filly probably wouldn’t have been able to give him much of a fucking if he had been tight, but he was in no way that. His ass practically suckled the strap-on deeper, tail flagging up and arching his back as he moaned.

“Wow ya really like that huh?” Apple Bloom rubbed against his bottom and started thrusting slowly, filling the room with the moist slurp of the ridges popping their way in and out of him, “Yeah tha way Applejack talked about ya, figured you were a bit of a slut.” she paused, “It’s okay to call you that right?”

“You kin call me anythang when yer doing this,” panted Braeburn.

“Oh,” Apple Bloom tilted her head, “Well then um... take it hard ya cock-worshippin’ faggot.... was that good?”

Braeburn replied with an enthusiastic nod as his tongue drooled out the side of his muzzle, though at the same time he had a little bit of trouble not cracking up when such things were said in the voice of his little filly cousin.

He managed to forget what else was going on just long enough to yelp when Scootaloo finally popped his blunt tip inside of her, immediately rolling her hips back against him, her wet recesses gliding and rippling over him as she went deeper, moaning in a high pitched groan. Thrackerzod ceased holding Braeburn, and instead moved over to Scootaloo’s front, grasping her around the neck and shoving her back onto Braeburn’s shaft as hard as she could.

“Wow now little un’,” Braeburn moaned, “Ah don’t thank she’s gonna be able ta take it all the way... “ but then his eyes widened when he felt her little plot pressed hard against his belly, his balls swinging to smack her belly as she continued to roll against him, “Oh mah stars how...”

“I believe she can accommodate any size, as long as she remains unaware that such a feat is impossible,” Thrackerzod explained. Then, not wishing to appear uninterested, she moved in front of Braeburn, rolling about onto her back and splaying out her hind legs, “Now stallion. I demand that you inappropriately pleasure my underage genitalia as I will whine and complain endlessly if I am left out.” She really had developed a messed up idea of what was normal.

Braeburn wasn’t very enthusiastic about licking twat of any age, but figured it’d be rude to leave one of them out, so slowly lowered his head. Trying not to look at Thrackerzod’s eyes due to the way that she glared at him, like she was silently judging him, he pushed his muzzle between her little thighs and began to stroke his tongue up and down, tweaking her little clit. Thrackerzod’s expression slowly softened, letting herself enjoy the sensations that Sweetie Belle’s possessed body provided her, gradually beginning to rock her hips against his warm muzzle.

“This is why I love hangin’ out with you two,” panted Scootaloo, grinding her hips back hard, bracing herself against the floor with all four hooves and constantly walking backwards to keep herself from being pushed off from the tight penetration, “If it’s just me it’s a good fuck, but with you two it’s always at least a foursome, and that’s a great fuck.”

Any more was cut off as Scootaloo felt her body tightening up with each stroke, and despite his earlier protests, Braeburn was swinging his hips down rather enthusiastically into the little foal’s fuck hole, starting to shake violently as her body pulsed around him, massaging him with experience unlike any other filly.

Apple Bloom was helping for certain, clinging to him with all fours and hammering her hips as hard as her little body could, and she wasn’t bad for her age; Braeburn could tell she was already starting to form those apple bucking hips that he’d enjoyed from plenty of other family members. He shook even harder as she found his sweet spot, grinding against his prostate, and could have probably gotten him off all on her own.

“You know for a faggot, ya sure are enjoyin’ Slutaloos little cum hole down there,” Apple Bloom panted, even her starting to enjoy the way the strap-on was rubbing against her own thighs, “Right uh... sorry... yeah take it ya cum bucket, you like yer little cousin up yer butt, don’t ya you incestuous ass bandit.”

Braeburn moaned, sending vibrations up through Thrackerzod in the process, who was getting more into the spirit of things herself, practically clinging to his face with all fours and pushing herself against his tongue. He finally managed to stuff his licker into the tight orifice, which made her little body start to shiver.

Thrackerzod had more than a little self-loathing that she was letting herself get so wrapped up in the pleasures of her fleshy shell, but even she couldn’t stop pounding his face, rolling her eyes back and drooling all over his face until he could barely see from the slobber strung over his eyes.

The whole lewd monstrosity was shaking so hard that the floor boards beneath them were creaking, the whole thing ready to explode.

Scootaloo was the trigger to said explosion as she often was, when she suddenly squealed in orgasmic bliss, her slut hole convulsing over Braeburn, literally spraying filly juice out from around the tight penetration. This and Apple Bloom’s increasingly violent stabbing of his ass sent Braeburn over, cumming hard into Scootaloo, who only didn’t shoot off his cock due to clinging tightly to his underside, her belly swelling up before his sperm splattered out to coat her and his underside, not to mention the floor.

Thrackerzod tried not to squeal as she splurted a mouthful over Braeburn’s tongue, but was only able to hold it a few seconds before it burst out so loud that the windows shook. Apple Bloom didn’t have much of an advantage, but seemed determine to get off herself, continuing to pound Braeburn’s backside until she could barely move, finally moaning as her own juice splattered along the inside of the strap on and down her thighs.

Braeburn was done at that point, eyes rolling back as he tumbled onto the floor, barely having enough consciousness to flop onto his side to keep from crushing Scootaloo, whose little pussy dumped a huge load onto the floor as he was pulled free.

“Did we successfully murder him?” Thrackerzod asked, prodding the unconscious stallion about the face and pondering if this technique could be used to end Twilight.

“Nah he’s just passed out,” said Apple Bloom, then glared at Thrackerzod, “Ah sure hope fer your sake that you weren’t trying to kill mah cousin.”

“Just because I ask if he was successfully murdered does not mean that successfully murdering him was my intention,” said Thrackerzod, “I only wished to cause my vaginal orifice to secrete a significant amount of bodily fluid onto his face.”

“Anyway...” shrugged Apple Bloom, unstrapping the griffon dong from herself and draping it over Braeburn’s unconscious form, “Ah guess we can go outside now.”

“I thought we weren’t going to wander off again,” Sweetie Belle said, a bit scarred from what just happened, but relatively used to it by now, so she enjoyed it in her own way as well.

“Did we not claim earlier that we would not again wander away from adult supervision?” asked Thrackerzod aloud for the voice in her head, prodding Braeburn’s face a few more times, then trotting along after Apple Bloom.

“This ain’t wanderin’,” said Apple Bloom, “We know exactly where we’re headed – to find Troubleshoes!”

“Aw yeah, Scoot’s ready for another round,” Scootaloo staggered after the other two, Braeburn’s spunk still running down her hind legs.

“Were we not informed that he is a dangerous criminal?” asked Thrackerzod.

“We only need to find him,” shrugged Apple Bloom, “We don’t need to capture him. The sheriff can handle that!”

“That would probably make more sense if we had any way of contacting the sheriff once we locate him,” said Thrackerzod, “Not that I am in any way opposed to putting our lives at risk, as normal children often do, by seeking out someone who is most likely a psychotic serial killer, ”

“Yer a psychotic killer,” pointed out Apple Bloom, “Ain’t ever done me no harm ta hang out with you... well if ya don’t count not being able to walk straight after some things that happen... but that part isn't usually yer doin'.”

“I am not psychotic,” Thrackerzod countered, “I only kill when there is sufficient reason, or if the pony in question’s name is Twilight Sparkle or any synonym of that.” Sunset Shimmer and Starlight Glimmer better watch out, too.

“You killed that one mime for no reason,” pointed out Sweetie Belle in Thrackerzod’s head.

“Being a mime is sufficient reason for murder to be committed,” said Thrackerzod, “They are a bane upon pony-kind.”

“Thrackerzod, you’ve been saying a lot of really random things today, you okay?” asked Apple Bloom.

“Of course I am,” claimed Thrackerzod, “I am merely speaking with myself, as many normal ponies do.”

“Ah only knock ‘em dead with the lovin, HOO!” Scootaloo was slowly regaining her ability to walk straight; she was used having her body stretched over things that shouldn’t fit after all. “We’ll find this hunkalicious stallion meat and arrest him with our criminal seduction skills, and then once he’s ‘in jail’, it’ll be booty city!”

“Cutie mark city!” Apple Bloom chimed in when Scootaloo said booty city, and didn’t appear to notice the dissidence.

“I believe this to be our worst idea ever,” said Thrackerzod, “And that is no small feat.”

“What about Scootaloo’s idea of seducing Celestia by dressing up like bananas?” asked Sweetie Belle.

“Second,” Thrackerzod corrected herself, “This is our second worst idea ever.”

“What about Apple Bloom’s idea to try to create addictive apples?” asked Sweetie Belle.

“Third,” Thrackerzod grumbled, getting a bit short with herself.

“What about your idea to-“

“It is among our ten worst ideas ever!” Thrackerzod yelled, before looking moderately sheepish when she realized how loud she was.

“Uh, let’s please argue about the matter at hoof instead of screaming at ourselves,” Apple Bloom waved to them, continuing to walk ahead of the two.

“It’s another giant hoof print!” Apple Bloom motioned to the others after they had been walking a bit randomly for a bit.

“I am too overjoyed to find this,” Thrackerzod said, “But do either of you have any idea where we are?”

There was a sudden crack of lightning, and as if on cue, a steady shower started to fall.

“Aw yeah,” Scootaloo grinned, “I always love gettin’ wet with my best ladies.”

“C’mon, before we lose the trail,” Apple Bloom said, running more quickly as another clap of lightning lit up the sky.

“It’s just lightning!” Thrackerzod grumbled when Sweetie Belle squealed adorably in her head.

“Come on, we’ve gone far enough! It’s time to go back!” Sweetie Belle quietly murmured to Thrackerzod.

“I agree,” said Thrackerzod, “Even I have reached the limits of my willingness to walk headlong into a suicidal situation because I am outvoted. We should consider returning.”

“The rain is only gettin’ worse,” said Scootaloo, “And this little pegaslut is A-OK with things as long as things get wetter. Hoo!”

“Maybe you’re right,” Apple Bloom sighed, turning to the other, “So, how do we get back?”

“Are you saying that you do not know how to return?” Thrackerzod demanded. She actually DID know, but was debating with Sweetie Belle whether it would be suspicious for her to reveal that she had a perfect map formed in her head when the other two were clueless.

“Whew! Good job, ya’ll,” Applejack panted, “I know they need lots of mud for the rodeo tomorrow, but I wish they would’ve warned us about this rainstorm.”

Suddenly Braeburn rushed into the door, panting heavily, eyes wide and looking like he wasn’t sure how to spill whatever he had to say.

“Braeburn?” Applejack caught on quickly, especially because Braeburn's dick was still half hanging out of his sheath, “Where are the girls?”

Braeburn laughed nervously.

“Braeburn,” sighed Applejack, “Did Scootaloo... “ she tried to think of a polite way to say ‘seduce’ with them around other ponies.

“Uh, somethin’ like that,” Braeburn clenched his teeth as if expecting to be kicked in it. “Well ah was sorta exhausted, then when ah woke up they were sorta gone.”

“What?” screamed Applejack, “Ah swear, Braeburn, if we weren’t related, there wouldn’t be a bone in yer body that I didn’t break!”

“Ha! Fuck my truck!” Sherriff SIlverstar threw down his cards. Some pony games were really weird.

“Aw!” complained his comrade Star Spur, followed by a “Celestia damnit!” from his deputy.

“Sheriff Silverstar!” Applejack burst into the sheriff’s office, “My sister’s gone! And her friends too!”

“I’ve searched and searched, but no sign of ‘em anywhere!” panted Braeburn, trying to keep up with Applejack.

“It musta been Troubleshoes!” Applejack decided.

“Now now, hold on there,” Sheriff SIlverstar shook his head, “Troubleshoes molested a lotta ponies, but weren’t none of em that were eight year olds.”

“They’re nine years old,” corrected Applejack.

“Come on ya’ll, let’s ride!” Silverstar called to the others, rushing out the door.

“Scootaloo. Are you certain of our present course?” asked Thrackerzod.

“You already know we’re going in the wrong way,“ Sweetie Belle badgered her a bit more.

“I said silence!” Thrackerzod snapped, “How are you even still alive?”

“I thought I was sure, baby,” sighed Scootaloo, “But now I’m not. I’m just not as good at finding my way through the woods as I am finding my way into your pants! HOO!”

“So,” sighed Apple Bloom, “Ah pretty much got us completely and totally lost. How could this get any worse?”

“Well now that you have uttered the most unholy of forbidden questions, we will quickly be discovering the answer,” Thrackerzod grumbled.

Surely enough, the ground gave out beneath the three fillies, and they found themselves sliding down a steep incline in a mud slide. They landed in a pile at the bottom, so covered from head to hoof with mud that one could barely tell them apart. Apple Bloom shook the mud off, while Thrackerzod just sat lay draped over Scootaloo’s back where she had landed, as if she was considering just giving up. Scootaloo didn’t seem to mind, though Thrackerzod did finally slide off when Scootaloo started rotating her hips up against her.

“We gotta get out of this rain,” said Apple Bloom, “There’s no tellin’ how long this storm could last.”

“Well lookie over there, sweet thangs,” Scootaloo pointed to a run-down trailer nearby.

“It looks abandoned,” said Apple Bloom, “Let’s go and see if we can find some blankets or somethin’.”

The door opened easily enough, and the state of the inside really did look abandoned, dust and dirt everywhere, items strewn about rather haphazardly. As lightning struck again, the three rushed inside, Thrackerzod turning and pulling the door closed with her magic.

The three were immediately searching for anything of use, Apple Bloom looking about some cobweb covered shelves, Scootaloo digging through a box hoping to find more sex toys, and Thrackerzod eying a furnace, wondering if it could be made hot enough to completely dispose of the evidence if they had need to kill some pony.

All three turned though as they heard heavy hoof steps approaching from outside, turning and looking towards the unlocked door. Maybe this place wasn’t so abandoned after all. The three girls moved to stand close to each other, eying the door, Apple Bloom clenching her teeth in dread, Thrackerzod trying to decide which nearby items would work the best as improvised weapons, and Scootaloo fluffing up her wings and draping her wet mane down over her face in a way she imagined would be sexy.

The door opened, and as lightning crashed, a dark figure stood there, peering inside at the intruders in his abode.

“Prepare to meet your doom!” declared Thrackerzod, and suddenly every even remotely sharp object in the room glowed with her magic and formed a protective circle around her and her friends.

“Prepare to make me swoon!” said Scootaloo at the same time, turning about to waggle her plot at him, though at least the rain had washed most of the fluid from her posterior.

Apple Bloom just screamed.

“Aw, ya broke the rhyme, baby,” Scootaloo nudged to Apple Bloom.

The stranger’s reaction to being simultaneously threatened, seduced, and screamed at was everything one would expect, and that was to scream himself, jumping up and slamming his head into the wall above the roof so hard that it left an imprint. He stumbled in, accidentally dodging no less than seven of Thrackerzod’s flying knives, then fell uncontrollably into the wall.

He jumped back from that, smacking into the window so that the curtain rod fell and smacked him in the head, causing him to spin violently to try to get it off, deflecting a flying axe and pair of sheers in the process. After that he was just all over the place, as if he was consciously making sure that nothing in the room did not get knocked over from his fit of simultaneously bad and good luck, bruising himself all over but somehow dodging every one of Thrackerzod’s attempts to murder him. She finally just let all the knives drop out of frustration.

It might have ended there, had the stranger not chosen to end his calamity by sitting on a cactus, then flying up into the ceiling and slamming his head again, the splintery plant lodged up his rear.

“I told ya that’s what it was for!” Scootaloo felt vindicated. “Oooooo... HOO!”

In his confusion, the stranger ran forward at random, smacking his head hard against a lantern, causing it to bounce up, smack the ceiling, then slam back into his head even harder. The whole mess only came to a stop after he was finally knocked unconscious.

“Well that was... interesting,” Apple Bloom stared at the unconscious stallion, still tangled in the curtain and basically having bound himself securely by random objects.

“Is he deceased?” asked Thrackerzod, picking up a knife again with her magic.

“No killin'!” Apple Bloom waved Thrackerzod away, “He ain’t dead and ah’d like it to stay that way. Scoot, could you get that cactus out of his... posterior. I’d rather the big guy not wake up in a bad mood.”

Scootaloo was already at it, and managed to tug the cactus out by the bottom with her teeth, tossing it aside, “Whoever designed this dildo might be even kinkier than me... HOO!” Scootaloo didn’t seem to mind prying a few needles out of his behind as well, with her teeth of course.

The large stallion groaned as he started to come to, but wasn’t in danger of going anywhere as tangled up as he was.

“Hello?” asked Apple Bloom, looking down at him as he batted his eyes open, “You alright?”

“Surely,” sighed the stallion, then went slightly wide-eyed as he felt Scootaloo’s tongue fishing around for needles.

Or maybe she had already found all the needles and was just still going, her small hooves massaging about his plot as he pushed her muzzle against his tailhole and lapped her tongue as deeply as she could. She then moved her muzzle down to slurp at the complete stranger’s enormous ball sack, moaning happily to send shivers up through him, her slutty little hips already humping the air in anticipation of the inevitable.

“We didn’t mean no harm,” Apple Bloom explained, “We just came in to get out of the rain.”

“Mmmm, just look at the size of this thing,” Scootaloo commented wetly as she lifted one of his heavy legs to get to his sheath, rubbing her whole chest against the slowly swelling monstrosity, lapping her tongue about the opening to slurp at the tip as it emerged.

“Had some hot cider a-cookin’ in the kitchen. Doubt it survived,” grunted the stallion, trying to turn his head to see who the hell was giving him a random blow job, but unable to see at his angle, “I don’t really think this is the time for that, whoever ya are, specially not in front of this little filly here.”

“Oh don’t mind her,” sighed Apple Bloom, “Um, are you... Troubleshoes?”

“That’s me,” grunted Troubleshoes, “Please tell me whoever is back there is older than you.”

“Actually, she’s a few months younger ah think,” Apple Bloom scratched the back of her mane with one hoof.

“Ever had a filly before, Troubles?” Scootaloo rubbed her muzzle about his tip as it emerged further, swallowing at the tip and then sliding all fours against him to slowly stroke down to his base, continuing to speak between slurps, “This stallion is amazing... we all gotta have turns with this beautiful work of art.”

“Actually I kinda made a chastity vow,” Troubleshoes said, “And that applies to fillies double so... if you wouldn’t mind...”

Apple Bloom started to unwind him, but Scootaloo stopped her, “Whoa baby, what are you doin?”

“I’m gonna unwrap him,” Apple Bloom said.

“You cannot do that,” complained Thrackerzod, “That is Troubleshoes; he is a dangerous felon and rapist and will probably attempt to murder us the moment that he is freed.”

“Naw, you got it all wrong,” Troubleshoes sighed, “Those were all just accidents.”

“Impregnating a pony and raping a steer were accidents?” asked Thrackerzod incredulously.

“Keep him tied up so he can’t get away,” Scootaloo said, “We’ll let him go when we’re done with this amazing piece of fuck flesh! Hoo ah!”

“Figures,” sighed Troubleshoes.

“Scootaloo, we’re not gonna rape him,” Apple Bloom sighed.

“It ain’t rape if you want it, baby,” Scootaloo said, “We just gotta show him that he wants it.”

“We should let him go!” said Sweetie Belle to Thrackerzod, “Besides, I don’t want something like that inside my body!”

“You don’t get a vote!” yelled Thrackerzod, then noticed the other two were looking at him, “I mean, he does not get a vote, obviously. I vote in favor of Scootaloo’s crude bodily urges. I am also curious if our bodies can take his abnormal size.” She would have voted no, but she was still annoyed at Sweetie Belle’s tendency to continue existing, so voted in spite of her.

“Yeah, ah guess ah am a little curious how much ah kin take,” Apple Bloom admitted, “Fine, let’s get on with the rapin’. Ah really wish sometimes we could just play a game or somethin’... game-ish at least.”

“We’ll make it a game,” suggested Scootaloo, “Whoever can’t take him balls deep in her fun factory owes whoever can a night as their naughty sex slave. “ She had a toy box full of new bondage gear back at the club house she wanted to try out, after all.

“Now come on, ya’ll don’t wanna do that,” Troubleshoes said. “I don’t wanna hurt any of you innocent childrens.”

“Sorry, partner,” said Apple Bloom, “But ah got out-voted, so have some innocence.”

With that, Apple Bloom tightened the curtains rather than pulling them off, and instead climbed up onto his chest, turning about and sliding her plot against his muzzle. Soon he had a filly sitting on his muzzle, sliding her cute little bottom up and down against him, and slowly growing wet enough to dribble into his mouth.

“He sure ain’t lickin much,” complained Apple Bloom.

“Should I bite and or stab his testicular area?” offered Thrackerzod.

“No worries, sweet thang,” said Scootaloo, “No stallion alive can resist the three of us for long. Hoo!”

Scootaloo continued to slurp Troubleshoe’s shaft, sliding her hooves all over it, not leaving a square inch of his shaft and balls not covered in her saliva. As Scooaloo moved back to the tip, Thrackerzod lent her own help, slurping at his balls again and giving just a bit of a nibble, as threateningly as she could without him screaming in pain from it. His shaft didn’t mind the attention, and soon it was throbbing at full hardness, which was more full than any hardness they’d ever seen; he dwarfed even Big Macintosh with his girth and length. It was hard to imagine even a full grown mare taking the thing comfortably. A normal sized pony would pass out from blood loss every time they got hard if they had equipment this size.

Troubleshoes did take the nibble-threat to heart though, as he reluctantly ran his thick tongue out to slide it across Apple Bloom’s slit. He had to admit that he liked the taste of the fresh young cunt meat, and lapped up and down against her as she started to roll her hips back against him in turn, squeaking just a bit adorably in contrast to her actions.

“Inside...” Apple Bloom grunted, and he tried his best, though his tongue was abnormally large as well, so getting it inside a foal cunt, even one that was reasonably well-used, was a challenge. Her next squeak was matched with a lewd slurp from her nethers as he forced his tongue inside, spreading out her labia and reaching deeper to get a better taste of her not-quite-innocent youth. She panted and started rocking backwards regularly, his tongue a bit larger than the shafts of the colts at school, juice drooling down his chin as he tongue-drilled into her.

“So what’s the youngest pussy you’ve ever had, studly?” Scootaloo asked as she crawled up upon him, sliding her whole front side against his shaft as she slowly moved her muzzle away and her own delicious slit within range, “Scoot likes to know where she compares.”

“T-twenty I thank?” Trouble got out between laps before Apple Bloom pushed her little rump more firmly against him.

“Sweetie, you don’t know how good your cock can feel until you’ve had it in a single-digit pussy!” Scootaloo said as she slid her own single-digit aged pussy against his tip.

Scootaloo pushed back against him, Thrackerzod moving to hold the shaft steady for her. Thrackerzod moved forward to take a few laps at Scootaloo as well, not that the permanently-moist pegaslut needed any help getting ready, then sat her own plot down at the base of his shaft, rubbing her own little pussy against him. Scootaloo got the idea when Thrackerzod grabbed both her hind legs with her magic, and braced herself against Troubleshoes’s chest.

Scootaloo leaned forward to give Apple Bloom a deep smack on the lips, then pushed herself back against the blunt tip. Thrackerzod yanked both of Scoot’s hind hooves back at the same time, and together they managed to stuff his shaft firmly inside, her wet lips popping grotesquely around the monster and forcing her way down upon it. Scootaloo was almost instantly rocked with violent shudders from the girth.

“Oh baby, I ain’t never had anything like this before!” Scootaloo showed just a rare bit of uncertainty. “Come on help, Thracker, balls deep or bust!”

“His cock is literally long enough to reach your throat. My expert opinion is that you will almost certainly never walk again,” informed Thrackerzod, “But if you wish me to abandon all concern for your well-being, then it is upon your own head. Or alternately up your immature mating parts.”

“Uh, now ya don’t have to take it all the way,” Apple Bloom was a big concerned too, “Ah mean it won’t do ya any good ta have us as yer sex slave if ya can’t walk.”

“As long as I can thrust my hips, HOO!” Scootaloo didn’t seem concerned. “Besides, ponies are stretchy!”

Thrackerzod narrowed her eyes a bit, then grasped Scootaloo’s hind legs with her own forelegs, along with her magic as well, and pulled back with all her strength. Sadly for Troubleshoes, she chose to brace her hind hooves against the padding of his balls as she did this, and his squeal was every bit as loud as Scootaloo’s.

Even Troubleshoes had to admit though that the feel of that ridiculously tight hole around him was worth a bit of pain though, as he felt himself push back into her, forced through her already heavily damaged cervix, and smacking his blunt tip against the back wall of her womb. Despite this, Scootaloo seemed to be in quite the opposite of pain, and exploded in orgasmic bliss just from feeling the largest cock she’d ever had rammed into her. She clung to his chest, panting and rolling her eyes back, body shaking even as Thrackerzod got a coating of Scootagoo.

“Has she began to vomit out her internal organs yet?” Thrackerzod asked.

“No, not yet,” confirmed Apple Bloom, “It’s... really deep though.” Apple Bloom could barely think with Trouble’s groan vibrating up through her own pussy, but reached as far as she could to feel over Scootaloo’s body. Her belly was swollen to the point that she looked pregnant. “Ah dun think we should...”

Thrackerzod, apparently let down that Scootaloo hadn’t finally suffered for her sluttiness, yanked her back again. Scootaloo squealed so loudly that Apple Bloom had to cover her ears, and Trouble wished he could cover his. Thrackerzod gave several more violent yanks, not stopping until Scootaloo’s belly was flush with Troubleshoes, her cum whore of a plot seated neatly against his enormous balls, her pelvis giving as her hips literally popped out of their sockets to accomodate the monster of a cock.

“I have never felt so full,” Scootaloo could barely speak herself, eyes rolled back so far that one could only see white, her body shivering as drool ran off her muzzle to pool on Troubleshoe’s chest. Despite how horrible it sounded for her hips to unhinge, and how much her hind legs were now jerking, she seemed like nothing but happy at how things had turned out, far too deep in her lust to feel pain.

Thrackerzod grinned widely, though the grin lessened when it became obvious that Scootaloo was still in the opposite of pain. She blinked in disbelief, letting go of Scootaloo’s jerk-crazy legs, and moving along to her side. Her eyes wide, she placed a hoof on Scootaloo’s side and tried to measure where the cock should be. She could have sworn it was too big; she thought that Scootaloo would be little more than a condom at this point, but somehow...

“You... are you actually bigger on the inside?!” Thrackerzod demanded, “There is literally no way that could have fit! ...I MUST understand this. Experiments will be necessary when we return to our home base.”

“Help...” Scootaloo breathed as she shivered.

At first Thrackerzod felt a small victory, until she realized that Scootaloo wanted a different kind of help. Thrackerzod rolled her eyes, pushing Scootaloo’s rock-stiff wings out of the way a bit and grasping her around the hips. She jerked the filly forward, then leaned back again, Scootaloo’s own hips doing what they could as she was more or less used as a fleshlight by Troubleshoes. Scootaloo groaned out again, even the raving cock-worshipping slut overtaken by pleasure.

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes back as well, as Troubleshoes groans were unlike she’d ever felt as well, her body rocking with the intensity as her little pussy poured it’s juice into his muzzle, continuing to pump her hips as he was forced to take several large gulps of her fuck fluid to avoid suffocation.

“Aw yeah,” panted Apple Bloom, though when she got a better look at Scootaloo, “Uh, y-you sure yer okay Scoot?” When Scootaloo managed to nod her head yes between convulsions, Apple Bloom let her go, “Uh, girls, ah thank... ah’m just gonna say you won tha game. Ah don’t think ah’ll even come close to doing that.”

“No, you must try!” demanded Thrackerzod, looking increasingly exhausted as she helped Scootaloo take long strokes of the throbbing stallion-hood, “I must know if this ability is unique to Scootaloo or if all ponies are capable of such horrors. And besides, we all promised we would play this suicidal game.”

Apple Bloom didn’t get to answer before Troubleshoes groaned again, sending another flurry of hot vibrations up through her body, even as his shaft finally shot off into the delicious little cunt. He arched his back, straining as if it was so tight that his cum was having a hard time making it from balls to tip through the tight opening, but finally burst a nut inside her, immediately ballooning her little womb. As much as Thrackerzod tried to hold her down, the pressure was eventually too much and Scootaloo was literally shot off of his shaft, smacking her head against the ceiling and raining down a shower of goo on everyone. She flopped down onto the ground, still groaning as her body convulsed in another orgasm. Troubleshoes continued to fire off, giving Apple Bloom a thick coating of seed in the process. Apple Bloom closed her eyes, but opened her muzzle, taking several large gulps of the stallion’s scrumptious seed in the process.

Thrackerzod, calmly rose back to her hooves as she was covered in a gooey spray, then casually walked over to the still convulsing Scootaloo. She took hold of one of Scootaloo's hind legs and wedged a hoof against her belly as she twisted to pop the limb back into joint, causing another splurt of spunk to fountain out of Scootaloo’s cunt in the process. She did the same for the other leg, but then left Scootaloo to lay there. Scootaloo shivered on the floor, and she still seemed to be enjoying herself.

Thrackerzod looked over at Apple Bloom, “It is your turn. Seat yourself upon his reproductive organ and I will attempt to violently force it inside of you.”

“Uh, I’d rather you not pull me onto it too far,” Apple Bloom chuckled, barely coming down from her own high, and so covered with cum that one couldn’t even tell what color her coat and mane were at the moment.

“I think I’m spent actually, girls, so if ya don’t mind I um...” Troubleshoes started.

“Nonsense,” Thrackerzod cut him off, “Your organ is still ridiculously hard. It is obvious that you approve of fillies being impaled upon your breeding mechanism.”

“Yeah try and beat that,” panted Scootaloo, rolling slightly, but still unable to pull herself back to a standing position.

“Uh, how about you go next Thrackerzod,” Apple Bloom suggested, thinking that perhaps Thrackerzod would be less able to force her down onto it after she’d had a taste of it herself.”

“Ack no! I don’t want that in my body!” complained Sweetie Belle again.

“Well it is going into MY body whether you like it or not,” said Thrackerzod, “And I will outdo even the mighty mega-slut."

“Flattery will get you everywhere with me,” panted Scootaloo. “And I respect your slutty determination, but you can’t go deeper than balls deep... hoooooooo...” She grinned at Troubleshoes then, attempting to crawl towards his head but not making much leeway, “Hey big guy... wanna lick your fun juice outta my fun hole?” she grunted, “Just... gonna take a while... on my way...“

“You,” Thrackerzod pointed to Apple Bloom, “Assist with my impalement.”

“Uh, sure,” Apple Bloom, “Can we have a safe word or something? Cause otherwise I will have a real hard time knowin' if yer wantin' me to continue or not.”

“The safe word is ‘keep goin’!” suggested Scootaloo.

“You need not fret,” assured Thrackerzod, “If this body perishes in the attempt, I give my solemn vow that I will not seek retribution.”

Thrackerzod waggled her rump a bit, as she tried to line up her body, her face scrunching up with a bit of uncertainty, but she knew exactly how she could outdo Scootaloo. Maybe Scootaloo was bigger on the inside, but she still wasn’t as skilled with evil magic as Thrackerzod. Thrackerzod could think with portals.

Apple Bloom looked reluctant still, but helped all the same, grasping one of Thrackerzod’s hind legs under each foreleg to hold them, then reared up on her hind legs and leaned back in an attempt to pull her onto the bound stallion’s bits. She was, at least, careful not to stand on his balls.

Thrackerzod used her magic to steady his shaft so that it wouldn’t pop away instead of in, straining hard as her labia slowly pushed apart, then yelping when it finally gave and she felt the tip crammed into her. Even with just the tip inside, it was a huge circumference of fuck flesh stretching her out. She rolled her hips, panting as she forced herself back more and more, Apple Bloom’s assistance letting her sink deeper still.

Troubleshoes might have given up resisting, but he was grunting softly himself, his powerful hips starting to thrust upwards into her, one of the few movements he could make in his present position. Even Thrackerzod groaned, the stretching not unpleasant even if she wasn’t the cock-puppet that Scootaloo was. She let herself go a bit, freely groaning as he pushed against her cervix, taking a bit more of a pounding to burst through her’s than Scootaloo’s, and finally pushing into her womb and smacking the back wall of her womb.

Just to see if being bigger inside was a trait shared by her own body, Thrackerzod tried to push it deeper, shoving again and again only to have his tip stretch the back wall of her womb, refusing to go deeper, and still only a little over half way in.

“Thrackerzod, I thank ah should stop,” said Apple Bloom nervously, “Ah dun wanna hurt you...”

“Continue!” demanded Thrackerzod.

“Ain’t no shame in not taking the whole thing,” comforted Scootaloo, “Not everypony can be the master of penetration that this filly is, hoo!”

Scootaloo had made her way to Troubleshoe’s head, and though it took almost as much effort for her to get atop him in her present condition as it was taking Thrackerzod to take the whole shaft, she eventually pressed her very well used filly slit against the stallion’s muzzle.

Though she’d never admit it, Scootaloo was doing it more to help with her soreness than just her usually wanting to get off again; it was starting to creep into her hindquarters as the fuck hormones flooding her system slowly wore off. She rolled her eyes back a bit and just relaxed as his thick tongue lapped warmly between her cum-covered thighs, leaning forward and giving Thrackerzod a deep kiss as she did so.

Thrackerzod finally gave up trying to be bigger on the inside, and her horn glowed brightly. She opened wide into the kiss with Scootaloo, then formed a portal against the back wall of her womb, with its exit inside her esophogus. The pressure suddenly gave way, Troubleshoe’s shaft flew forward, and Apple Bloom fell over backwards at the sudden lack of resistance. Thrackerzod felt her neck swell with the girth, opening her muzzle so wide it felt like her jaw was near unhinging, the cum covered tip existing her mouth. Sure enough, her rump smacked against his balls, taking his full length.

“Oh fuck yes,” Sweetie Belle said in Thrackerzod’s head, “I’m so glad you made us do this, this is amazing!” Thrackerzod tried to grumble in disappointment that Sweetie was enjoying it, but couldn’t say much of anything with a cock protruding from her muzzle, and couldn't cease now without being suspicious. She continued pushing herself back against it, taking long strokes so that his tip went back to her mouth, then pushed out again.

Apple Bloom staggered back to her hooves, stumbling back over there, but as soon as she saw the tip protruding from Thrackerzod’s muzzle, she shrieked.

“Oh mah Celestia ah’m so sorry!” Apple Bloom yelled, “Don’t move at all, we need to get a doctor here right now and... why ain’t ya bleedin’ all over the place?”

“Oh shucks,” Troubleshoes signed, “Did I just impale a filly? Figures I’d end up impalin' my first time with one. Just my luck.”

Scootaloo didn’t seem as perturbed, immediately suckling at the shaft tip as it exited her friend’s muzzle. It did occur to her a few seconds later that that was weird, and she jerked and widen her eyes just for a bit. Thrackerzod looked like she was having a swell time, though, so Scootaloo just shrugged and went back to slurping the tip.

“Seems fine to me,” said Scootaloo between slurps, “But Thracker, you are gonna have to teach me how to do that!”

Apple Bloom’s eyes were still wide, but she nodded slowly, feeling over Thrackerzod’s body just to make sure nothing was obviously tearing apart. When she seemed okay, if a bit bloated, she reluctantly pulled her front legs around Thrackerzod’s body, helping to move her up and down further on the cock, lengthening the strokes so that the tip went all the way back to her womb before pushing up through her throat again. Scootaloo suckled the tip and lapped her tongue around it as it pushed out, then kissed Thrackerzod deeply when it went back.

Scootaloo reached over to Apple Bloom, motioning for her to lean down, and Apple Bloom did so as she continued to hold Thrackerzod, and during the next in-thrust Scootaloo kissed Apple Bloom instead. Apple Bloom felt herself relax at the situation as Thrackerzod joined the kiss to make it a three way, and even let her tongue slide across Troubleshoes’ cock as it emerged impossibly from her friend's mouth.

Troubleshoes relaxed as well, groaning at the strange yet amazing sensation of pushing all the way through the filly, starting to think this must be a dream or something. Either way, his cock pulsed now as his thrusts became faster and more enthusiastic, soon Apple Bloom having to use all her strength to hold Thrackerzod steady as the cock was pushed through her in long strokes, smacking her belly against his base with each thrust.

Thrackerzod couldn’t do much moaning, but her body convulsed violently as her orgasm crashed through her body, every twitch and squirm felt by Troubleshoes, he could even feel the beat of her little heart, and that was the last thing he needed to prime him.

He fired off his load like a cannon, looking like Thrackerzod suddenly vomited a gush of thick stallion sperm at first, then pushed up through her and blasted again. Thrackerzod’s whole body seemed to momentarily expand with each blast of seed through his shaft.

Of course the blasts hit Scootaloo point blank, which she didn’t mind. The pressure was like a fire hose though. She opened her mouth, and it hit her with such force that it literally shot down her throat without her needing to swallow. She was filled up and then blown backward, landing on her back in a puddle of cum on the other side of Troubleshoes’s head. The remainder coated the stallion’s face, leaving him sputtering, then swallowing what had gotten in his mouth.

Thrackerzod panted, still a bit peeved that Sweetie enjoyed it, but happy that she showed up Scootaloo for once. She slowly pulled herself off of the shaft, closing the portals inside her as he pulled back through her tunnel, pulling off of him with a lewd pop. Thrackerzod rolled off of Troubleshoes, attempting to stand, and succeeded despite her knees shaking violently.

Apple Bloom looked at Scootaloo, half way across the room, covered in cum, and eating as much of it as she could, licking it off her hooves, then Thrackerzod, who was shaky, still pretty covered in cum from before. Thrackerzod simply glared at Apple Bloom, as if challenging her. Apple Bloom looked back at Troubleshoe’s shaft. It was still throbbing hard. Troubleshoes was loving the forced filly pussy a great deal, which probably made him think it was a dream even more than Thrackerzod’s breaking physics. This was way more pleasure than he normally got from accidental sex.

“There ain’t no way in hells that ah am gonna take that anywhere near what you girls did,” said Apple Bloom, “Seriously ah...”

“It’s okay, sweetie,” Scootaloo panted, rubbing more cum off her chest and then suckling it off her hoof between words, “Just enjoy it as far as ya can, and I’ll make it up to ya later once I gotcha in the sex swing! Hoo!”

“Would ya mind untying me now?” Troubleshoes asked weakly, “I’ll fuck the last of ya too, promise. I'm nothin' if not fair.”

“Sure,” Apple Bloom said, “Not really comfortable fuckin’ a stallion that’s tied up anyway.”

She pulled the curtains from around him as she intended to do before, though they were very much drenched in cum now which added a bit of slipperiness. She managed to pull the twists and turns off of him though, and he wobbled to his feet, looking down at her and reminding her how huge this stallion really was.

“The thangs ah do when you two outvote me,” sighed Apple Bloom.

Troubleshoes, a great deal more eager now that he’d felt their sweet plots around his shaft several times, breathed heavily as he turned Apple Bloom around, pulling her beneath him with his forelegs. He thrust forward, and his cock flopped against her head instead of against her little puss, drooling cum over her face.

“Uh sorry,” Troubleshoes said awkwardly, “Uh, maybe if we...”

He sat back on his haunches, pulling Apple Bloom back with him. She went limp and let the big guy pick her up, placing her bottom against his tip again, holding her with both of his massive front hooves under each of her front legs.

Scootaloo managed to make it there, pulling herself close and starting to lick his balls eagerly, looking upward to get a nice view of Apple Bloom’s little slit as it stretched more and more with the pressure. As for Thrackerzod, she just walked up and watched Apple Bloom with vague interest.

Troubleshoes sensed Apple Bloom’s lower enthusiasm and didn’t ram up like he would have in one of the others now, but he was pressing against her little pussy so hard that went the stretched orifice did finally give for him, his cock ended up pushing far into her, tip slamming into her cervix on the first thrust.

He paused and looked at her, squirming her rump a bit which felt wonderful on his cock. She moaned, stretching her legs out as if enjoying the girth after she took a moment to adjust, and nodded her head for the stallion to continue.

He pulled back, pushing upwards again to punch against her cervix. His thrusts were slowly moving more rapidly, impacting the door to her womb harder with each stroke, even if he kept watching her face to make sure she still looked delirious with pleasure.

“Farther,” Apple Bloom moaned.

He pulled her up and down more roughly, hammering and finally breaking into her womb as he jerked her down, her little belly swelling widely with his girth, her legs splayed out and shivering violently, the only movement they could make at the moment.

His tip hammered the back of her womb, and her eyes got just a bit wider, barely getting out of her drool dribbling muzzle, “Deep enough...”

He seemed okay with it, shoving his shaft up into her as hard as he could without risking injury, pulling it almost fully out and the back to bottoming out in her. Scootaloo assisted by standing up on her hind legs and massaging her forelegs up and down the half that wasn’t fitting, licking and squeezing at it, tasting Apple Bloom’s cunt honey as it dripped down his cock.

“You like that tight little puss?” Scootaloo grinned as she stroked, “Cause it sure looks good stretched around this monster. Hoo! Come on baby, give us some dirty talk.”

Troubleshoes leaned down and kissed Apple Bloom as his strokes intensified, and she returned it even though she was gagging just from the thought of him going any deeper. As they played their tongues together, Apple Bloom moaned out, her moans growing louder and louder, her body convulsing as well, her juices pouring down Trouble’s cock so profusely that Scootaloo got a brief shower of femme juice. Scootaloo held her mouth open and guzzled as much as she could, using her whole body to stroke his throbbing base now.

“Aw yeah fuck me,” Apple Bloom panted, the reluctant filly always getting into it once it was in her, “Wreck that nine year old cunt ... wanna feel that throbbin’ stallion shaft blast me off.”

He arched his back and groaned when he did go off, though he didn’t blast her off, instead holding her tightly against him, packing wave after wave of seed into her ballooning womb even as it all just forced its way back through the tight penetration and rained on a very happy Scootaloo.

“Aw yeah, take that cum in yer little underage cock hole!” Troubleshoes finally got fully into the spirit of things, “Fucking hell... I think I’m gonna blow another load in ya all! Tight little foal cunts are the best!” He started to think that he finally got some good luck. Really really good luck.

Unfortunately, his sudden burst of dirty talk was the first thing the ‘rescuers’ heard as they kicked down the door to his trailer. The extra time he’d taken for foal fun, forced or not, had given them plenty of time to get all the way to his trailer. They looked over and there he was, cock half way into one filly, cum still pouring over an already cum coated filly beneath her, and Thrackerzod just sitting on the side with a calm look on her face and somewhat drier seed dripping off every part of her.

“Oh my stars!” yelled Silverstar, “We were too late! He brutally raped them all!”

“Can’t rape the willing, baby... Hoo!” said Scootaloo, cum slinging around the room as she held her hoof up.

“There is nothing in existence that could successfully rape Scootaloo,” Thrackerzod agreed.

The adults must have not been really listening to the kids, because they acted as if they had just screamed for help.

“Hooves in the air!” screamed Star Spur.

Troubleshoes did as he was told, sitting up on his haunches and raising his front legs. Apple Bloom however, was still hanging off his shaft, bouncing a bit and running and spasming all four legs, not even trying to hide that it felt great.

“Dick outta tha filly!” screeched Silverstar, “Ah’d think that’d be obvious!”

Troubleshoes was just confused at this point, so Thrackerzod politely slid Apple Bloom off the shaft, plopping her on the floor. She splashed as she landed in a three inch deep cum puddle.

“Just my luck,” sighed Troubleshoes.

“Eh...” Braeburn looked a bit incredulous. He didn’t want to say it in front of the sheriff, but he wasn’t buying the rape theory after his earlier interactions with the trio.

Applejack figured Scootaloo started it, but that didn’t keep her from being angry that she had walked in on her sister hanging off the biggest cock she’d ever seen. Okay, she was just a LITTLE jealous too.

“Troubleshoes,” said Silverstar, “You’re under arrest, for vandalizin’ the property, peace of mind, and plots of the good rodeo-lovin’ ponies of Equestria! Not to mention filly fuckin’! And... generalized mayhem.”

“Wait!” said Apple Bloom as she picked her cum-covered body up off the floor and swayed.

“Braeburn,” said Applejack, “Get these fillies some place safe... and clean ‘em off for Celestia’s sake... and clean em out .” She leaned towards him so the Sherriff and deputies couldn’t hear and added, “And no fuckin’ em. Got it? Specially not Apple Bloom!” She really didn’t care if he dragged off Scootaloo and banged her, but she couldn’t add that sort of detail at the moment.

“Wait! No! Listen!” Apple Bloom yelled, “Applejack! No!”

“I’m the one you should be arrestin’” said Scootaloo, accurately enough, “Hoo!”

“I too am distressed that he is being removed from our presence,” added Thrackerzod.

But Applejack and the others were already leaving back towards the town with Troubleshoes in custody.

Back at Braewburn’s house, cleaned and just a little less gaping after some enjoyably cool healing salve had been rubbed all over and in their plots, the three watched Applejack getting ready to go to her competition.

“But Troubleshoes isn’t the rapist everypony thinks!” said Apple Bloom.

“Sakes alive!” Applejack said, whatever the fuck that means, “What’s with you? Why in tarnation would ya want me to help get him outta jail, when he’s tha one that ran off with ya’ll and dragged ya back to his little rape shack ta begin with!”

Apple bloom looked extremely awkward, unsure of what to say, and even Scootaloo didn’t have any flirts at the moment to counter it. Thrackerzod tried her best to look awkwardly ashamed as well.

“Now if ya’ll will excuse me,” said Applejack, “Ah’m off ta win the Appleoosa Rodeo haybale monster stack!”

“Um, Applejack?” asked Apple Bloom, just as Applejack was slamming the door and leaving.

“Why did we not just inform her of our collective actions?” asked Thrackerzod, “Not that I am insinuating that standing around like idiots was an unwise decision.”

There was an awkward silence for a minute, before Thrackerzod spoke again.

“We should cease this madness now,” said Thrackerzod, “If we go to the end, we will end up getting gang-banged by clowns, and that is something I will not do even to fit in. Clowns are among the most terrifying creatures in existence. Just behind mimes.”

“Yeah ah was sorta thinking the same thang,” agreed Apple Bloom, “Let’s just fade to black and say we did it.”

“Okay babies,” said Scootaloo, “But I’m pullin’ out the sex swing soon as we get back to the club house. HOO!”

Mentally Advanced Series: HOO

by Crimson Prose

1 Normal Pony Food

2 AppleSnack

3 Dirty Deeds Done Drunk

4 The Real Thing

5 Trying To Fit In

6 Double Your Pleasure

7 Photo Foalish

8 Appleoosa's Most HOOed