> A Good Turn Daily
>  by Flutterpony
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> Ohana
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Boysenberry sat, her back arched slightly, posture steady, as her favorite sister and fellow filly scout handled the pride and joy that was her mane. From the corner of her eye, the berry-flanked filly spied her sister's sweet smile, and she smiled in return, relaxed by the daily ritual and content to think that somepony else appreciated the effort she put into caring for her long purple locks. 

Undoing her braids at the end of the day took almost no time and certainly required no help. Still, ever since Boysenberry helped Ginger Snap earn her Daisy petals, the younger filly insisted on being helpful and doing the sisterly thing. Each morning, the diligent little scout helped Boysenberry braid her mane and tail, and each evening, just as eagerly, the ginger filly waited in their shared bedroom to help undo the older sister's plaited purple hair. 

Tonight wasn't the usual night. The sisters weren't at home, but, rather, among the autumn leaves of the White Tail Woods. Instead of in their room, the fillies sat on top of their sleeping bags outside. Having decided to forego sleeping in the tent with their other sisters, the two stayed next to the warm glowing fire for protection from the crisp woodland breeze. Flames, moon, and stars lit their surroundings dimly, and a soft rustling could be heard from within the tent where their two older sisters went about their own nightly routine.

Ginger was still dressed despite normally being removed of her beloved filly scout uniform by now. The demands of roughing it in the great outdoors had convinced her to wear her hat, neckerchief, sash, and tail ribbon through their campfire dinner until it was almost time for bed. “Better be prepared!” Ginger had squeaked and snapped a salute to her oldest sister and filly guide when she'd asked why she still wore the getup. A prepared filly had to look the part, after all. Bonbon had just chuckled before heeding their lisping second sister's request for help from inside the tent. Bonbon and Twist were every bit as close as Ginger and Berry despite Bonbon being so much older.

The four sisters all shared a great camaraderie, but among them it was the older two and the younger two that seemed to click best with each other. Twist wore glasses and talked with her trademark speech impediment just as Bonbon had done when she was Twist's age. The oldest sister tried to make things easier for Twist on days that her classmates would exclude or make fun of her for being a nerd. Having been there, she lent a sympathetic ear and gave her ample hugs. Often she'd sooth her bright-red-headed sister with whispers and kisses and gentle rubs, and, sometimes, the two would go spend some private time together, playing and rough housing, by the sound of things to Ginger Snap.

Boysenberry had walked in on the two one day and been made to promise not to tell what kind of game she saw them playing. Ginger had started to complain that she was the only pony who didn't know what the game was until Bonbon played on the persistent filly's one weakness.

“A filly scout always respects her Guides' authority. Isn't that right, Twisty?” Bonbon had asked her favorite sister with an odd sort of smile, and Twist blushed.

The curly-haired filly looked down and rubbed a front fetlock against her opposite foreleg nervously before responding, “Y-yeth, Ma'am.”

Ginger Snap didn't question them any more after that. Scouting had really done wonders for the sisters' unity.

Scout-hood was something Ginger took very seriously, perhaps more so than any of her sisters. Ironically, her reason for trying so hard had always been to emulate their example. She looked up to them, admired their accomplishments, and, as the youngest among them, she strove to catch up. With fierce determination she'd made great progress, of course, even earning herself the nickname Tag-A-Long among the other scouts for always following the older fillies in her troop to whatever project or activity they did, regardless of whether it was above her own level. Since she and Boysenberry were only a year apart and she'd been working almost non-stop, it was no surprise Ginger had almost caught up to her sister. Berry respected her for it but vaguely worried whether she might keep up with her ambitious younger sibling once she inevitably did catch up.

Thus far, Berry had been mostly responsible for teaching and guiding the younger filly. She didn't look forward to spending less time with her when her guidance was no longer needed. Maybe, thought Berry, she'd just have to progress with her, instead. There was a deeper sentiment, however, behind Berry's concern that they might grow apart, whether or not she recognized it herself. 

As Ginger smoothed her sister's mane and Boysenberry stood for her to proceed next to her tail, the older filly blushed. She didn't just want to stay close to her little sister. She wanted something else—something more—wished they might be even closer.

Thoughts of what she'd seen her older sisters doing, despite the peculiarity of it, her initial shock, even despite the ickiness of it, wouldn't leave her young mind. The thoughts were especially strong when Ginger handled her tail. 

The game she'd seen her sisters playing started well before Twist earned her cutie mark, Berry recalled, and that had been more than a year before she'd earned the berries on her own rump. The memory came frequently to Boysenberry as she explored and touched herself privately at night in her bottom bunk, except, instead of Twist and Bonbon, Berry imagined herself and the little filly sleeping above her.

The purple-maned filly loved being admired by her little sister, but, with how driven the filly was, she feared, it was only a matter of time before Ginger Snap not only surpassed her in scouting, but earned her cutie mark as well. Maybe it would be a good idea, Berry thought, if she tried what she'd seen Bons and Twist do. They seemed to enjoy it, after all, and were closer than ever despite Bonbon's busy work schedule as Ponyville's top candy confectioner. Twist's cutie mark meant she'd probably be helping her out once she graduated from Miss Cheerilee's class. Then they'd get to spend lots of time together, but what about Ginger and herself, she wondered. Would their destinies take them separate ways? Could creating the same bond Twist and Bonbon shared so early on, help that?

Boysenberry was a fairly unremarkable foal. Other fillies were prettier, more athletic, harder working, or more stylish. Some foals at school had famous heroes for sisters or princesses for friends—the latter was certainly something that appealed to Berry, and she'd tried to ride the coattails of a few classmates not long ago, only to wind up rejected and covered in apple mess. On top of it all, Berry was perhaps the least outgoing filly in her class. Next to her two quirky older sisters and her overachieving younger sister, Boysenberry threatened to blend in with the background entirely. Sure, she could bake a mean boysenberry pie, but that hardly helped her stand out much in a town with no lack of skilled bakers. Once Ginger stopped admiring her, Berry wondered, would there be anypony who thought she was special?

As Ginger's hoof ran smoothly up Berry's purple tail and caressed her dock, the older foal tingled and blushed more deeply.

“G-Ginger?” Berry was always soft-spoken, but her nervousness made her even more so. 

“Hm?” Ginger pulled herself back from whatever had been on her mind. “Yeah, Berry?”

The younger sister's small feminine voice only seemed to make Berry's heart beat faster. She swallowed. 

“D-do you, um… like my, uh… tail?” She'd meant to say something else initially. Tail wasn't a bad start, at least, she though.

Ginger thought silently to herself for a moment while she continued to smooth out the purple strands on her sister's backside.

“I love your tail, Sis. It's so smooth and soft, and such a pretty color! I really like your mane, too! You take such good care of them both.”

Berry would have blushed redder at the compliment if it had been possible.

“Thanks.” Berry's reply was tense. Ginger seemed to sense it and paused. Before she could ask if anything was the matter, the older filly continued, “Do you, um… like my… rump?” It wasn't such an embarrassing question to ask in light of how close they were, really. It shouldn't be, anyway, Berry thought, except that she knew why she asked it, and that reason really was embarrassing.

“Your rump?” Ginger was a little confused. Her sister had never seemed too concerned about how that part of her appeared before. “Yeah! I think it's… pretty!” Ginger decided, and she grew a little bit warm thinking about its round shape, its softness, and the pretty purple berries that adorned it, perfectly matching her sisters eyes, mane, and tail, all offset by the same bright cream-colored coat they'd both inherited. 

Ginger ran her hoof the length of Berry's flowing purple tail once more and finally let it hang limply. Berry sighed at the pleasant sensation.

“Can I, um… help you tonight, Snappy?” The fire popped softly as if complementing the nickname.

“Help me?… Yeah. I guess, but I only need to take off my uniform.” It wasn't something that Berry had ever helped her with before.

“I know, but… You help me all the time, and I wanted to do the same, maybe. … Y-you know?”

Ginger smiled brightly at the suggestion.

“That sounds nice!” the filly responded eagerly. “Okay then,” she deferred to her older sister, waiting patiently to be disrobed. 

Boysenberry turned about with an anxious smile and looked her little sister up and down. The filly's eyes shimmered a little by the firelight, and Berry could just make out their emerald green hue. In the light of day they were complemented beautifully by her more earth-tone green hat and sash and bright red ribbons. By the reddish yellow light of the fire, the green of the accessories seemed brown instead, but Berry still appreciated what she knew was there. Her little sister was very pretty. Even her coltish mane style only made Berry a little more giddy, somehow. 

The way the shadows danced across Ginger's fillyish features entranced the older sister for a moment before she focused herself.

“Y—you're… really pretty, Sis.” Berry attempted to flatter. It worked.

Ginger blinked, her chin tilted down, and her cheeks appeared a shade darker. Berry had told her she was cute many times before. It wasn't so odd then, that she'd say she was pretty, but something about the way she said it was different, a bit more subdued, still as sweet as ever, but far more timid, speaking more like Berry usually did with classmates than she typically acted with her own sisters. 

“Th-thank you.” Ginger looked down, glad but a little uncertain.

Ginger lifted her chin again and met her sister's eyes, and Boysenberry stepped forward. Her eyes fixed on Ginger's, and her heartbeat quickened as their snouts touched. So soft! 

For a second they stayed that way, shared a breath, and Ginger almost wondered again if something was the matter until Berry raised her chin and took the rim of Ginger's cap lightly with her teeth to lift it off her head.

Setting the cap down on the sleeping bag between them so that it wouldn't get dusty, Berry spied the little filly's hooves. They worked so hard, Berry thought. Despite how small and young they looked, Ginger had good Earth pony hooves. She admired them for a second, but didn't dwell long there. 

Next, Berry nuzzled lightly at the knot of Ginger's neckerchief. Though Ginger wore no special perfume, her scent, Berry noted, was sweet. Maybe it was because the filly scout indulged so often in her name's sake. Berry wondered, and as she tugged to loosen the knot, the older filly subtly drew a deep breath. Traces of hearty oatmeal leftover from dinner, of the day's trail mix, dust, leaves, and the little filly's exertion filled Berry's lungs. Though she'd never thought much about it before, Berry recognized part of the bouquet as familiar. It was the scent of playtime, of passing the jump rope or the occasional wrestling match with her little sister, of quiet mornings and calm evenings when Ginger was close, helping her with her hair, or close to her just because. It was the smell of bedtime as she tucked the younger filly in, and of hugs whenever they parted for very long and met again after a while. It was the smell of friendship and sisterhood, and now, though she knew little about romance or attraction, it became the scent of Berry's first love. It left the older sister lightheaded and a little weak in the front knees. Still, she managed without difficulty to untie the carefully rolled red fabric square. Off it came and down it went to join the hat.

Ginger shrugged a little at the release of her neck from the kerchief. Though she'd grown used to it and wore it proudly, it still itched a little from time to time, and she was always a little relieved to be free of it. Ginger's eyes widened momentarily as the sister moved unexpectedly to her neck once more to smooth her coat against her own soft cheek. Ginger's eyelids drooped and she relaxed at Berry's ministrations. Part way through, a thought occurred to the older filly.

“Doesn't it itch a little?” Boysenberry asked softly, knowing how it usually affected her whenever she'd worn the kerchief for long periods of time.

“Mm… a little,” Ginger Snap admitted.

“Okay. Let me take care of it, Snap.”

Ginger nodded, and, with her snout, Berry stroked firmly along the previously smoothed part of her sister's collar a couple times, ruffling the soft coat once more. Ginger tensed at the sudden arrival of a new sensation as her sister proceeded to delicately retrace the trail of ruffled hair, scraping and nipping, neither too softly nor too lightly with her teeth at the exposed skin. Ginger quickly melted at the stimulation, letting out a happy vocal sigh. Her eyelids drooped and shut.

“I like that,” the little filly encouraged, blushing as Berry continued to move about her neck. 

A pleasant tingling started to build along Ginger's spine and worked its way almost immediately down between Ginger's stifles. With every couple inches, Berry ran her tongue across her little sister's coat to smooth down the uneven tufts. Ginger's regularly groomed coat was flavorless, but her skin was mildly salty from the day's march. Berry minded neither her little sister's perspiration nor the occasional loose strand, but politely wiped her tongue on her front fetlock as needed. When Berry had finished, Ginger stood relaxed and a little dazed, slightly damp about the neck, but smooth and refreshed.

“Better?” Berry smiled at her sister's mindless smile and half-lidded eyes.

“Mhm,” Ginger nodded and sighed again softly.

Berry's smile widened.

“Okay, Snappy. Up.” Berry raised her hooves to indicate what Ginger should do next, and the scout obeyed.

Berry grasped Ginger's sash firmly with her teeth, shimmied it up her torso, and stretched the elastic to tug it over her head. She folded it neatly before placing it next to the other articles.

“Turn, please,” the older sister directed, and the younger filly turned and presented her with a multihued orange tail, brightly colored even by firelight.

Berry eyed the last piece of her sister's filly scout uniform, a small, neat tail ribbon, red to match the neckerchief and hat ribbon. Her eyes strayed slightly to the foal's dock, the soft plump cheeks of her posterior, and, tilting her head, Berry examined the parts in-between. Mesmerized at the close-up view, Berry wondered whether Ginger appreciated her at all the same way during their braiding sessions. For how helpful Ginger had been over the last several months, Berry thought, her little sister might be more familiar with the sight, and she started to feel a little envious at that. 

Looking at the little filly's private parts, a rush of images flew through her mind from what she'd seen her older siblings do. She stayed her many curiosities for the time being, however, and, once again using her teeth, Berry approached her sister's body. Tugging on the ribbon, it came loose easily enough, and she let it fall on top of the other items. 

Not wanting to give up what had been so readily presented to her just yet, Berry shifted to her haunches, dusted off her forehooves on her sleeping bag, and took the tail to caress it once. Ginger lifted her tail and tensed her back, demonstrating her pleasure. Feeling her face go from warm to hot, Berry focused on the filly's dock, stroking and lightly massaging around the base of the tail with the frog of her hoof.

Finally, sighing, Berry stepped back. 

“All done.” Her voice was softer than usual again, a little disappointed that it was over.

Ginger turned about to give her sister a hug.

“Thanks,” the younger sister uttered, sounding tired, ready for bed. 

The two shared a prolonged nuzzle, enjoying the warmth of the other's embrace and the fire's dwindling flame. As they released each other, a chill wind swept through, and each filly shivered a little despite their natural coats. 

“Um,” Ginger hesitated, but she didn't sound uncertain. Her eyes brightened, and her smile widened. “Could we, maybe… share a sleeping bag tonight, Beebee?” She seemed to be holding back her enthusiasm. 

Boysenberry smiled at the nickname.

“I'd really like that.”

Bonbon watched from a small opening in the tent door until the two drifted off to sleep beneath the rustling canopy of fall leaves and the starry night sky.





The next morning's breakfast of hay and carrots was fit and satisfying. A shovel provided the four with the means to relieve themselves. Brushes for coat and mane, as well as toothbrushes with water from their canteens allowed for basic hygiene. Before Ginger had braided Berry's hair and before any of them had donned their uniforms or packed their gear, Bonbon called for their attention.

“Alright, my little ponies. Front and center!” Bonbon raised her voice in her best impression of a drill sergeant. “I have something important to announce.”

To most other ponies the voice would have sounded ridiculous. Most of the quirky mare's voices were ridiculous after all. To the trio of fillies gathering at attention, it meant business. Seeing her three young charges stand ready, Bonbon reverted to her most normal sounding voice.

“We're going to start the day with some trust building exercises. Twist, you'll be my partner. Berry and Ginger, you're together.”

The fillies looked curious and smiled at each other. It had been a while since they'd done any trust exercises. It came as a pleasant surprise. Last time had involved a blindfolded obstacle course, and the rest of their troop had been present. Their reward for finishing had been lemon bars and juice. Fun and friendship abounded.

“I'm sorry to say we don't have lemon bars today, but the real reward will hopefully be evident by the end.”

“Oh! Oh!” Ginger Snap hopped excitedly. “Is the real reward unity?! Friendship?!”

“Ith it candy?” Twist suggested far more pragmatically.

Bonbon smiled brightly.

“Something like one of those things. Hopefully even better.” Bonbon teased.

Berry and her sisters each wondered what could possibly be better than friendship or candy. 

“The younger fillies will start blindfolded first today. Since this is a special occasion—not planned—and we have no real blindfolds, please go get your sashes to use as blindfolds instead.”

As the fillies went to do as they'd been told, Bonbon arranged the campsite. When they returned, the fillies found two tarps with opened sleeping bags laid flat across each.

“We're going to start by helping our partners stretch to prepare for today's hike—because what's the filly scout motto?!” Bonbon asked with an extremely awkward attempt at a cheerleader impression. None of her sisters were phased in the slightest.

“Be prepared!” three scouts shouted in unison, all smiles.

“Right!” Bonbon beamed back, and her impression ended abruptly. “The ponies who are blindfolded will be given directions and helped on the sleeping bags I've set out. When stretching, it's very important not to go too far or too hard in case somepony could get hurt, but it's also important not to go too light, or you won't help your partner prepare for the day's hike, and they could pull a muscle on the trail. The best way to get it just right is to communicate,” Bonbon emphasized, “or tell each other what you're doing and, if you're the pony stretching, to tell your partner if it's too hard or too soft. Capisce?” The last word came out sounding like a speech-impaired frenchmare but was intended to resemble a mafioso. 

The fillies nodded.

“Good. Let's start with something easy. Twist and Ginger, take your places on the sleeping bags and put on your blindfolds, please.”

The younger partners did as they were told. The sashes, fitted for each filly's barrel, stretched into place surprisingly well around their proportionately larger heads thanks to the designer's choice to include an elastic for the growing foal.

“Alrighty!” Bonbon winked cryptically at Boysenberry before whispering something in Twist's ear. 

The second oldest sister gasped and blushed, and a wide grin spread suddenly across her face.

“I'll walk us through the first couple parts, and then each pair will decide what to do together on your own. Blindfolded fillies, please lie down on your stomachs. For now, Berry, just follow my lead.” Bonbon gave Berry a half-lidded smile, leaving the filly confused, but she didn't question it.

“We'll start with a quick massage. Begin at your partner's neck and shoulders, rubbing gently with your knees and fetlocks.” Bonbon rested on her haunches, lowering herself to Twist's level and placing her joints on the young filly's neck to press and knead in small circles on either side so that the counter pressure held Twist steady. 

Berry attempted to imitate the mare, and Bonbon offered pointers, helping her to keep Ginger's head from tilting. The blinded sisters sighed and hummed contentedly.

“Twist and Ginger, let us know if something feels good or bad. The main reason we start off with a back rub is to help each other feel where we might need to give extra attention to work out some knots. If everything feels alright, work your way down to her withers and so on until you reach her tail.”

Berry swallowed at the thought of Ginger's tail and kept a steady pace downward.

“Is it alright, so far, Snappy?” Berry checked with her partner.

“Yuh-huh. Feels really good so far.” 

Reaching her little sister's hindquarters, Berry moved to massage her nearest thigh. Ginger let out a relaxed breath.

“That's good. I guess the long walk yesterday left me a little sore.” Ginger noted.

“Oh, good. I'm glad.”

From the corner of her eye, Berry caught sight of Bonbon watching her. She turned her head to face the oldest sister. 

“Don't be afraid to massage the gluts.” Bonbon prompted. 

As she did so herself, Bonbon raised one hoof to her lips in a hushing motion toward Berry, and, with a mischievous smile, she ran her other front fetlock suddenly down between Twist's stifles and began to stroke their sister's vulva. Twist shuddered and gasped, but said nothing for the moment.

“Family doesn't have to be shy about touching any part that helps, you know?”

“Tha—hhu,” Twist shuddered and gasped again. “That feelth… really good, Bonny.” Twist let slip her sister's pet name.

“A filly scout is always eager to serve,” Bonbon recited.

Boysenberry had stopped mid-motion. Her mouth hung open, and her eyes were wide.

“Beebee? What's the matter?” Ginger asked.

“N-n—nothing,” she lied, looking back at the youngest filly, and, red-faced, she picked up where she left off. 

She couldn't help but focus her gaze for a moment at the base of Ginger's orange tail. Looking back up, she saw Bonbon had stopped but watched her still. Twist's mouth hung open and she breathed a little bit heavier. Uncertainly, Berry stood and moved back to Ginger's rear and, with more than a little anxiety, began to press into her soft cream-colored cheeks. She spent less than half a minute kneading, but her forelegs rattled a little at what Bonbon had shown her and at the sight of Ginger's tender young nethers in front of her.

“G—Ginger?” Berry swallowed.

“What is it?” Ginger asked again.

The older scout thought better of her plan to follow Bonbon's nonverbal suggestion.

“N—never mind. Um, sorry,” she excused. “I mean, is there any place else you'd like me to tou—er rub?” Berry squeaked.

“You already got everything, right?” Ginger asked.

“Mm…” Berry looked up from Ginger's temptation zone to see Bonbon watching patiently still. 

Berry frowned at her filly guide, distressed, not knowing how to answer.

“It looked like you did a good enough job, Bee,” Bonbon reassured with a sympathetic smile and a nod. “Let's move on to the actual stretching.”

Bonbon stood on all fours. Berry breathed a sigh of relief, and, somewhat shakily, followed suit.

“Alright, Twist, Ginger. Now flip over, please.” Each filly did as told, laying on her back. 

Twist made it a point to spread her legs, and Berry noticed added color around the older middle sister's barely adolescent slit. The oldest sister admired her partner for a second before continuing.

“It sounded like Ginny's thighs were tense,” Bonbon acknowledged, “so let's start with the back legs. First we'll try wide splits.” Bonbon rested again on her haunches between Twist's back legs. “Just take it slow, and do what I do… as long as you're both comfortable,” she directed.

Placing a hoof on either of Twist's hocks, she raised the filly's back hooves into the air. When Berry had done the same, she slowly spread them wide. Boysenberry again followed her lead and was predictably presented with an unobstructed view of her little sister's special spot. Her pupils widened, and an electric sensation coursed through her back and down beneath her tail. The filly's heart began to race.

Berry made an effort to look away, only succeeding when her attention was drawn by a light, breathy moan nearby. The reserved foal nearly gasped again in repeat shock at the sight of Bonbon's mouth between her other sister's stifles. The mare's tongue repeatedly stroked from near the filly's tail hole, up Twist's nether lips, to flick the fleshy nub that Berry knew from experience was the cause of Twist's moan. The sight brought back the memory of them in bed over a year ago, and heat grew quickly between Berry's back legs. 

“I think you can stretch me wider, Beebee,” suddenly Ginger prompted, calling the filly's attention back with a snap.

“O—okay.”

Carefully but eagerly, Berry looked down on her sister's private parts and pressed the filly's legs wider. Dizzy with nervous excitement, Berry allowed herself a good long stare. It was smooth like her own, but, for the first time, Boysenberry noticed light freckles similar to the ones she'd long loved on her sister's muzzle and equally cute, Boysenberry thought. She couldn't help but smile. 

Leaning in a little, the increasingly horny filly allowed herself to sniff curiously and wonder at the taste. Sweet and ever so slightly musky, the scent sent Berry's head spinning. As her exhalation hit the sensitive mound, Ginger twitched, a little surprised. Berry's pupils contracted and fear gripped her for a moment. Bonbon may be so bold with Twist, and Berry discovered she didn't mind their display other than the shock-inducing suddenness of it, but she simply wasn't sure how her Snappy would react to so lewd an act.

Ginger made a small noise at the warm gust between her legs, half surprised, half questioning, as if she would say something, but she cut herself off. A light blush tinted her cheeks, and her lips pursed. Berry decided not to comment, but tried to pass it off as nothing, easier for the fact that she couldn't be seen looking like—well, like she'd just been caught sniffing her sister's pussy. Looking back at her instigating older sister, Berry saw Bonbon watching them with a sideways look, her hoof raised, stifling a giggle. Berry's cheeks continued to burn, and she pouted angrily. Knowing that look, Bonbon pursed her lips, hiding her grin, and turned her gaze skyward angelically. 

“Bonny, why'd you thtop?” Twist whined at the inattention to her filly bits.

“No complaining, you,” the mare chided. “Trust exercise, remember? In fact, from now on, except when your partner asks a question, try to keep comments to, 'Ow. It hurts,' or 'Yes. It feels good.' That goes for you too Ginny. Trust your partner to listen and take care of everything else. Understood?” The question came sharply and Bonbon's voice cracked, sounding like a pubescent drill sergeant.

“Yes, Ma'am!” Ginger saluted while still on her back.

Twist pouted. “Felt good until you thtopped,” she muttered quietly.

“Don't make me court marshal you, Cadette!” the ridiculous impression continued.

With a sigh, Twist complied. “Yeth, Ma'am.”

“Good. Now, Berry, slowly bring Ginger's legs back together, like this,” she demonstrated. “For this next position, all of us will get the chance to stretch scissor style.”

Something the mare said appeared to change Twist's attitude, and her frown quickly became an eager smile. Bonbon laid one of Twist's legs down parallel with her curly red tail.

“Be very careful to avoid pressing or holding her joints for this stretch, Bee—” Bonbon nodded to her hoof, positioned on the back of the one leg she'd kept raised between hock and fetlock. “That can hurt her even if she doesn't necessarily feel it—and stand like this, straddling one leg down,” Bonbon looked down at Twist's free leg, moving to stand over it, “while keeping one leg raised.”

Boysenberry made the necessary adjustments to mimic the mare.

“Now, step forward slowly. Gradually bring her leg to touch her barrel or until, um… until she says it hurts, but try not to go that far.” Twist's back legs moved like open scissors and her moistened slit gleamed by the morning sunlight through the trees.

Ginger winced a little, feeling the pull and stretch of the tender muscles in her back leg and groin. Having recently earned her Staying Fit proficiency badge, Ginger Snap expected the discomfort, and made no comment. Berry watched her sister's expression, stopping about where the junior scout seemed on the edge between relief and pain.

“Good.” Bonbon nodded. 

Berry smiled meekly at the approval and began to think Bonbon might be stopping, or at least taking a break from the game of playing with their sister's genitals.

“Now, rest your hindquarters on top of hers, sandwich her lower leg between your own, and use your shoulder to keep the other leg in place.” Bonbon instructed.

Berry watched and then did the same, placing a front hoof down next to either of Ginger's shoulders, and using her own to to stretch her sister. The tension she'd kept carefully regulated eased as she moved into position over the younger filly and let her sister's thigh slide in between her stifles. She checked the older pair next to her to make sure she got it right.

“That's right.” Bonbon confirmed. “Now make sure both your shoulders are lined up evenly. It will feel best for her if you press your thigh down nice and snug toward her tail.”

Berry did as suggested. Wait a minute.

“Now bring your outside leg around steadily so that you're scissor split too.”

Color returned quickly to the berried filly's muzzle as her heated crotch pressed against her sister's soft thigh and her own thigh pressed neatly against Ginger's delightfully vulnerable fillyhood. She only faintly noticed the stretching sensation of the split itself.

“How does that feel, you two?” the mare inquired.

Bonbon smiled at Berry in a way that seemed oddly void of mischief. Her eyes looked hopeful and a little worried at the two foals. 

“It feels good!” Ginger answered innocently.

Taking courage from the orange-maned filly beneath her, Berry nodded. “It does, um… feel good.”

Bonbon immediately brightened. 

“I can feel the trust building!” Bonbon voiced, if possible, an even campier, more warbly version of her favorite touring workout motivator, Ripe Persimmons. Mercifully the impression ended. “Finally, lower your barrel against hers, and both of you hold onto each other's forelegs for support while you rock forward and back, Berry… to help you both stretch between your back legs, of course.” 

Bonbon could demonstrate no further, thanks to the difference in size between her and Twist.

“Sorry Twist, I'm too big for this, uh… stretch to really work well. I'll be right back and we'll try a different thing. I'm just going to help Bee and Ginny first.” Bonbon couldn't resist guiding them with her own two hooves. 

Twist kept herself from saying anything, but she nodded. After releasing Twist from the stretch, Bonbon kissed her lips and whispered something in her ear before standing and moving next to Berry and Ginger. To Berry's confusion, Twist rolled over immediately and pulled off her blindfold. Again, Bonbon winked and held a hoof to her mouth to halt any questions and proceeded to adjust the fillies' front and back legs. Meanwhile Twist stood ready, for what, Berry couldn't guess.

“Still comfortable, you two?”

This time they answered together in the affirmative.

“Okay. I'm going to guide you both with the rocking as best I can. It takes some getting used to, but if you do it right, it'll feel great and be sort of a work out, so you'll both start to sweat a little between your legs. Stop me if it hurts at all, and I wanna hear it if it's feeling good, since that means it's working.”

Berry gave an anxious, “Mhm,” but, despite her nerves, she felt better for her big sister's apparent concern and experienced guiding hooves. Even more importantly, Boysenberry felt she could relax a little, no longer concerned that Ginger might feel it was her fault if she accidentally crossed the line of comfort. Their big sister was the one making her do this, after all, providing helpful reassurance and reliable information along the way. For instance, Berry didn't know that it was sweat that came from her hole until just now. She wondered briefly why it smelled and felt different than normal sweat, but didn't concern herself too much. Bonbon was a paragon of obedience to the scout law, after all, and that meant she must be trustworthy—well, except when she was pulling pranks or tricking their youngest sister into believing this was all just a trust exercise…

Suddenly, Berry doubted any sweat was likely to come from their holes after all. Still, Ginger might not figure that out, and, if the tingling between Berry's legs was anything to go by, she knew they'd both enjoy this, regardless. The important thing was that she knew Bonbon cared for them—that, and she desperately wanted to finish what they'd started.

Bonbon only had to press a single fetlock firmly and rhythmically against Berry's tush to create the stimulation the filly had longed for. It wasn't too hard to see beneath Ginger's blindfold that she felt the effect as well. The junior filly scout blushed and smiled widely.

“I—it feels good!” Ginger Snap enthused.

“I, uh… I feel it too. Oah~” Berry allowed herself a soft feminine moan as Ginger's coat brushed her clit just right.

Bonbon nodded suddenly to Twist. The redhead wore an expression of mushy d'aww as she watched her comrades experiencing their first time together, but was eager to join Bonbon as she saw the signal.

Taking her place behind the horny adult sister, Twist wasted no time lapping at her already dripping marehood. Bonbon shuddered but controlled her breath in order to stay silent.

Soon, two fillies were panting, and it was all Bonbon could do while Twist ate her out to keep her voice semi-steady. “It's… good, huh?!” 

The feeling of Berry's soft rump, Twist's rough hooves kneading her teats, and her little muzzle buried in her snatch were all driving her crazy.

Ginger Snap let out a breathy giggle. “Y—yes. Hha! … Good!” she managed.

Berry's expression was distant, her bliss robbing her awareness of her sister's question while she pulled herself against Ginger more tightly with her forelegs in rhythm with Bonbon's pushes. As Bonbon felt her climax approach, she shook her rear a little, forcing Twist to stop as her mouth lost aim. Suddenly, she stopped assisting the two little fillies, stepping away a little.

Ginger bit her tongue to keep from complaining, but Berry let out a dissatisfied grunt.

“What? Why?” The purple maned filly protested dazedly; her expression begged the older sister to keep going.

Bonbon took a deep breath to regain her composure. 

“You need to stay balanced. Sorry, but it's time to counter-stretch, fillies.” Bonbon hid her cruel laughter at their frustration. 

The filly guide didn't really want to see them unhappy, of course. What she did was for their ultimate pleasure, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy their angst just a little along the way. There could be just a little revenge for the lipstick murals, ruined batches of perfectly good candy, and all the other minorly annoying things that little sisters sometimes did.

Reluctantly, Berry raised herself off Ginger. The cool morning air made the nice warm damp spots on either fillies' thighs unpleasantly cold.

“Put down her raised leg slowly. Like with the other splits, un-stretching carefully is just as important as stretching, especially when you both seem to be getting such a good work out.” Bonbon giggled. “Feel that sweat and burn!” Her workout voice unfortunately resurfaced for just a moment before becoming normal again. “Now raise her other leg like before.”

Berry noticed the wet spot her juices had made on the other filly's thigh. 

“S-sorry, Snappy. I hope it's not too cold.” She tried to wipe it away slickly with a hoof, but only ended up making it spread a little.

“M-m,” Ginger's lips stayed shut, but she shook her head smiling, as if to say it was alright.

When Ginger's leg was again secured against Berry's shoulder, and, knowing their goal now, their small wet parts pressed up against either sister's other thigh, Berry paused, trying to remember how she'd stretched before.

“Bring this leg,” Bonbon indicated Berry's only free leg, “around slowly.”

That did it. She remembered the rest from there.

“Snappy, wrap your front legs around mine, like before.”

The little sister obeyed, and Bonbon checked them over once, pausing to dab a hoof at the wet spot on Berry's forward leg and sample Ginger's flavor with an intoxicated smile and a sigh that could be mistaken for a thoughtful hum. Berry was suddenly a little jealous, even if it did seem a little icky.

“Good work fillies. I'll start you off again, but this time I won't keep going after you've started. You'll need to use your legs and hips together to make it work right.”

Bonbon pressed again on Berry's buttocks, helping her little sisters' clits brush against each other's coats again. The fillies both sighed.

“It feels so good!” Ginger squeaked.

Twist returned to Bonbon's crotch to pick up where she left off, and Berry tried her best to move more by her own effort than by Bonbon's this time. By the time Berry figured out how, Bonbon had removed her hoof and simply enjoyed the show and feeling of her own partner's tongue lapping at the outer parts of her marehood. Deciding it wouldn't do to stay idle, Bonbon wiggled her rump once more for Twist to stop, but grinned widely at her and nodded to their own sleeping bag.

“Thanks for waiting, Twisty,” Bonbon cooed and kissed the young filly again once, and again more deeply, tasting her own familiar secondhoof flavor.

She took a moment to look deeply into her sparkling pink eyes, and Twist looked back emotionally, lost in her Bonnie's azure blue. Bonbon hoofed over Twist's sash to her, and she placed it again around her head over her eyes excitedly before laying on her back as she'd been before.

The oldest sister started by repaying the filly for her earlier kindness, stroking again with her tongue at her lips, and lapping in-between. Twist gasped and moaned a little, causing Bonbon to pause and lift her head then bring a hoof to Twist's lips as a gentle reminder to keep quiet. They'd played like this many times and had become good at expressing themselves quietly, but they still often relied a little on closed doors to block their noise. Bonbon looked over to see that their little sisters appeared to be lost in their own moment, but she didn't want to distract the first-time pair too much. Twist nodded, and Bonbon dove back between her rear legs without delay. Her tongue infiltrated past the small slit and into Twist's narrow tunnel more deeply than before. Once, twice, more, again and again the mare's smooth muscle reached into her little sister's snatch, sometimes staying for a little bit to wiggle and poke against the shivering filly's slick walls, sometimes thrusting, and other times retreating entirely to bring her tongue coated in the filly's juices back into her mouth to swallow. Twist panted and wriggled, and, as she neared her limit, her brow pulled together and her lips pressed together tensely to keep from making noise. Bonbon stopped, and the little filly released a breath she'd held.

The filly guide checked on the other two partners briefly. The position she'd set them in had been an effective ice breaker and given Berry the excuse and cover up she'd needed, but it wasn't the easiest for novices. Despite building slowly toward her goal, Berry's enjoyment was stymied by Ginger's lack of reaction. With their older sister's helping hoof they'd both felt their excitement rise, but now, despite her effort, Berry missed seeing and feeling the younger foal's telltale tension and her quick and heavy breathing. Ginger hadn't said that it felt good for over a minute now. She must be missing her spot, thought Berry, but it was more difficult to fix than she'd expected. She was already winded from the effort. Suddenly, Bonbon's voice called to her, and she paused.

“You've been stretching that way for a while, now, Bee. You don't have to, but I recommend trying something different.”

Berry watched as Bonbon rolled a panting Twist onto her side.

At Twist's rear hooves, Bonbon guided her sister's top rear leg forward ninety degrees then sat her own rump on the filly's bottom inner thigh and slid herself into position so that their nether lips kissed wetly and Twist's body was sandwiched between her stifles.

“Okay. Grab my leg, Twist.” Bonbon raised the filly's small back leg upward, spreading her neatly into a half split, and held her thigh with her front legs.

Twist needed no prompting, but the verbal instruction helped Berry understand better as she watched. Taking the hint, Berry looked eagerly at the new position and decided to give it a go. She carefully undid their stretch.

“Um, Snap.” Boysenberry rose to her hooves and stepped to her sister's side. The filly's ears perked. “I'm going to roll you on your side, and… and we'll try a different stretch.”

Awkward for her inexperience, Berry fumbled Ginger's leg and checked frequently back with her older sisters to see that she was doing it right, but the new position immediately felt more comfortable as soon as she slid forward and their crotches met. Each filly's hot, slick slit slid smoothly against the other, causing Berry's breath to catch and Ginger to blush more brightly than ever.

Ginger had always been a modest filly, but, whether or not the little scout felt the unchaste position crossed a line suddenly, she wouldn't speak unbidden and break the instruction given by her leader. Berry was glad she could count on continuing uninterrupted until she showed her little sister that it was worth the step outside her comfort zone—oh so very worth it!

Berry hugged her little sister's leg and ground their tender filly bits together. A breathy high pitched moan escaped her, and Ginger gasped. The younger foal wore an uncertain frown, but the signs of her pleasure were unmistakable.

“Ihh—is this good, Sis?” Berry didn't like the frown she saw.

“Ngnh~ I… I—yes.”

It wasn't the whole truth, Berry understood from the few times she'd known her loyal little sister to spare her feelings. Best friend that she was, Ginger forced a smile, and, despite the shame of it, Berry let her lie. It felt too good now to stop. The best she could do was try to help the younger foal enjoy it as much as she did. Berry looked down to find her sister's swollen nub and tried grinding side to side to stimulate her. The motion felt unnatural.

“Berry,” Bonbon called, “Don't press on her joints,” she reprimanded. Berry looked and saw that she'd been holding the filly's hock. She released it, apologizing. “And try this,” Bonbon added.

Bonbon brought Twist's leg from its half split down to its natural resting position, shifted herself, and nudged Twist so that the filly released her hold on her leg and lay on her back while Bonbon still straddled her thigh. The elder sister took the leg of the filly that she'd just released again to her stomach and moved her own thigh outwardly to make room for her little sister's hips to lay flat against the sleeping bag. Berry followed suit, resting Ginger's leg then raising her own rump a little. With a front hoof, she gently pushed Ginger flat onto her back, the filly's leg began to raise again on its own and Ginger's rump pushed Berry's thigh outward naturally. Berry took the leg as it presented itself to her, careful this time to hold Ginger's thigh, and, suddenly, their slits lined up. Oh. Berry let her hips rock experimentally. Oh~

Their clitorises met, each rubbed slickly against the swollen other and across wetted skin, and each filly experienced a burst of pleasure. Ginger struggled against her doubts.

“Feels… good.”

The statement was enough to allay Berry's worry. She rocked again more confidently. Pulsing electricity ran through them, and their fillyfhoods throbbed and dripped down onto and around Ginger's dock. The purple-tailed sister needed more. She rocked again, then again, and squeezed her sister's thigh in her forelegs greedily, picking up a lively pace. Ginger let out half a moan, ringing loudly before stifling the noise, embarrassed. 

Bonbon's languid pace picked up as she watched the two, and Twist immediately recognized that finally she'd get what she was looking forward to from the very first whisper. The older mare's heated cunt pressed lustfully at her hungry filly slit, and the littler pony felt a bath of hot arousal that would have made it easy to forget she had to be quiet except for the hundreds of previous sessions they'd had for her to practice.

Bonbon was keenly aware of her little lover's shuddering ecstasy. The sight and sound never got old, but this time she also relished the simultaneous wet smacking of the new couple next to her. A thrill ran through her, knowing that she was a part of not only one, but now all three of her sisters' deflowerings. Oh the fun they'd have together in the days, weeks, months, hopefully the years to come. With that thought in mind, Bonbon tried as best she could to absorb everything while picking up her pace to match the other pair. The fruits of her libidinous labor, guiding her three favorite fillies over the years through thick and thin, were even sweeter than she'd hoped it might be. With practiced skill, Bonbon ran a lubricious lower lip lovingly but firmly between her younger sister's craving cooter.

“Tell me how much you want it, Twisty.” 

Bonbon dared suddenly to give her partner permission to speak, and the filly gasped. 

“I—I want it thooo bad, Bonnie! Pleath!” she begged.

Ginger found herself unable to hold back little squeaks now as Berry moved on from briskly rocking to a slightly rougher pounding motion. Their buttered muffins smacked noisily, and Berry made a special effort to match their pink pleasure centers with every impact. It drove the youngest filly over the edge.

“H—ahhh!” 

Ginger Snap squealed loudly but clenched her teeth and grunted, holding back the song of her very first orgasm. She thought her heart might explode, but she'd never have wanted it to stop. Her tiny ravished twat twitched rapturously and gushed a filly-sized gush, then two, then another. Overjoyed at her little pony's climactic release, Berry tensed and thrust again, and again, and then trembled in place and ground down against the younger foal's twitching treasure. 

“Hh—auh!

Boysenberry's squeal and gush, like many of their sisterly attributes, closely matched Ginger's. An obscene flood of her own climactic juices exited her profane hole, and the quivering heat drove Ginger to a second orgasm. 

“It's okay—to yell or scream—fillies.” Bonbon panted with each couple words.

They were far from anypony else who could hear them, but despite the waves of transcendent pleasure, neither filly was quite that brave. Bonbon didn't mind, of course. She perspired and throbbed as her eyes flicked between two of the most beautiful sights she could imagine.

“Twist—Hunny—cum for me—please!” 

The tender request went unnoticed by the other couple, and was delivered with a perfectly measured stroke of the little filly's dark pink bulge against Bonbon's labia, finally meeting it with her own wet cherry. There'd be no need to ask Twist twice. Though the little filly missed seeing her big sister during their special play time, she couldn't complain. Her mind compensated for the lack of sight, elevating each of her other senses and sending her flying. The redhead spurted and groaned, and, quivering, Bonbon let herself do the same. The swirl-maned sister ground their buttons between them, elevating their climaxes, and parallel streams of white cum shot different lengths, leaving the length of Twist's tail wet with their sticky substance. Bonbon's fleshy hole gaped of its own accord.

“Love you—Twist!” It had long been Bonbon's favorite thing to say at her peak.

“I—love you, Bonnie!” came Twist's usual, ecstatic reply.

Pulsing and twitching, shivering and panting, the four sisters rode out their happy endings with each other, side by side. Ginger and Berry finished well before their older sisters, but it took them a good deal longer to recover. Eventually, Berry rolled off of Ginger and lay next to her.

“G-ginger… Are you… alright?” Berry felt a rush of guilt wash over her.

“I… um… maybe.” Her bottom lip quivered and it looked like she might cry.

Bonbon arose and removed Twist's blindfold. When the filly's eyes had adjusted, she saw Bonbon tilt her head toward the other couple. The oldest sister flanked them to lie on her side next to an extremely anxious-looking Berry, and wrapped her hooves around her. Twist followed the example, taking Ginger's side, and Bonbon pointed at the filly's blindfold. 

“Will you take that off for her, Twist?” The second sister pulled it off, and Bonbon spoke softly to the pair. “It's okay if you're not sure how you feel, Ginny.” Ginger Snap saw Twist's sympathetic smile, then turned her head to see Berry on her side, facing her with an agonized expression and Bonbon behind her, stroking her sister's side comfortingly. Twist spoke from beside her.

“It helpth if you thnuggle each other, thpethially after the firtht time.”

Ginger felt a little calmer, but looked between her three sisters uncertainly with an expression that asked why she seemed to be the only one who didn't understand what just happened? Whatever it was, she couldn't bear to see her Beebee look so worried. With only a little hesitation, Ginger rolled to her side and took her distressed best friend into a warm embrace. Berry immediately reciprocated, pulling her sister in tightly with a relieved sigh that shuddered with leftover angst. Finally, Twist completed the sister sandwich, drawing herself to Ginger's back and wrapping her front legs around the young filly.

There would be time for questions and answers. There would be time for reactions and decisions about what today meant for their future, but, right now, Berry and Ginger both agreed, holding each other was what they needed most.

Ginger looked into her sister's amethyst eyes, and she looked back. For a moment, each filly saw the other's uncertainty mirrored at her. Ginger offered up a warm smile, and surprise lit Berry's eyes for an instant. Her worry melted suddenly. The two beamed and glowed softly in each other's cradling hooves, and warmth surrounded them with their older sisters on either side. 

Ginger knew then that, whether her effort to succeed paid off, it would never be necessary to earn her sisters' love and approval, and Berry knew that, despite being unnoteworthy, her sisters would make sure she'd never be left behind or forgotten.