> Blooming Desire
>  by ViTheDeer
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> Chapter 1: A Day on the Farm
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I lifted my cap and brought a handkerchief to my sweating brow, feeling the strands of my hair cling there despite my best attempts to dry the beads of perspiration that glued them in place. The dappled shade of the apple orchard did little to prevent the beams of sunlight from pounding down on my back and face.
I leaned back against the trunk of a nearby tree and idly unscrewed the cap of my canteen.
Who ordered the heat, anyway, I thought as I took a swig of the cool water. It took me a second, but I had to chuckle once I remembered where exactly I was.
I'd been here almost a year and a half already, and yet I still wasn't used to the way questions like "who ordered the rain?" had actual, literal answers here. Just one of the quirks of living in a world where even the sun and moon are controlled by living, breathing beings, rather than the inexorable forces of gravity, I supposed.
I clipped my canteen to my belt and fetched my trowel from my it. I bent over to reach into my bag to fetch another sample jar. The bag was one of the few possessions I brought with me from my home on the old, dying Earth. I brought it along as much out of sentimentality as out of simple pragmatism – if I was to make a living in this strange new world, I had best bring along some of the tools of my trade.
My trade in this case being a United States National Park Services Ranger, and the tools, while they had set me back a pretty penny back on Earth, proved to be not entirely as useful here on the world of Equestria.
Or perhaps the nation of Equestria, I still had never gotten a clear answer on which it was. The strange laws that governed this world meant that, while most of my training as a Ranger still applied here, some of the specifics had required some rethinking. Chemistry, for one, didn't work the same way here. Taking the pH value of soil samples was such second nature for me back on Earth that it took a full five minutes for me to realize that my litmus strip was nothing more than a fancy piece of paper the first time I tried it here.
I went into the field after graduating college with a bachelor's degree in biology and agriculture. Because, honestly, what else are you going to do with a biology major? Plus, I enjoyed working with my hands, and being outdoors all day was an added bonus. My backup plan was to buy a farm somewhere and raise pigs and corn. And maybe some horses. The irony had not escaped me.
Luckily the Park Ranger gig worked out, and I learned more on my first few months on the job than I had in all four years of college. And then I came to Equestria, and discovered I had to unlearn half of those things just to make sense of the world.
For one thing, this world had honest-to-goodness potions. Eye of newt and everything! And somehow they worked, despite the fact that, scientifically, they should have been nothing more than a foul-tasting smoothie.
That's not to say all my education had been wasted here. The basics of tending to trees and other living things were the same. And some of my fancy scientific tests still did work here, though there was almost no logic behind which ones would and wouldn't. For those that didn't, I made do without, or found a suitable local substitute. I worked closely with my fellow earth ponies – apparently, no relation to the name my home planet – and we complemented each other rather nicely. 
That was another thing that took some getting used to. The race known as “ponies” – again, their name for themselves, though the relation to our non-sentient equines back home was undeniable – came in three types. Pegasi, who had wings and could somehow fly – despite the fact that all scientific principles of aerodynamics and lift would seem to be working against them – unicorns, who had a horn in the middle of their foreheads and could somehow work what can only be described as “magic”, and the humble earth ponies, who had neither but were stronger on the whole and had a special affinity for growing things. 
Yes, just like the mythological creatures back on earth, try not to dwell.
Unlike their quadrupedal namesakes, these beings walked on two, hoof-like feet, and were otherwise much like humans in appearance, save for their technicolor fur and equine facial features, complete with long, flexible ears. Oh, and their tails. Can’t forget the tails.
Indeed, the earth ponies in the forestry service seemed to have a sixth sense about the plants and animals. I, on the other hand – or hoof, depending on who you asked – made up for it with my biology and chemistry background. 
I had been afraid at first that they might be hesitant to have me on their team, me being an immigrant in the second wave of pilgrims making their way across the void to this lush, new world, and therefore something like an intruder. But instead, they welcomed me, as they did all my fellow travelers, with open arms and huge smiles. And, from a certain pink mare with the biggest, erm, personalities you'd ever seen, a personalized cake the size of a small car.
Yes, living in Ponyville had its perks. And it was certainly anything but boring.
I bent down and got on all fours to dig out a small sample of the soil beneath an apple tree. Its growth rate had been giving me some cause to worry, and this was another area my skills came in handy. When I wasn't busy tending to the plants and animals in the Whitetail Woods and on the edge of the Everfree, I spent as much time as I could at Sweet Apple Acres. While the family that owned the farm – the aptly-named Apple Family – did a spectacular job of keeping their trees healthy and happy, they were always eager for an extra pair of hooves or hands to help tend their ever-expanding orchards. It was hard but rewarding work. Thanks to my training, I was able to make myself useful to them in ways beyond the simple care and feeding of the myriad of Apple trees.
And, as for me, I could certainly use the extra bits, the exchange rate between Equestria and the old U.S. of A. being what it was – precisely nothing to zilch. Ponies seemingly had little use for green slips of paper, who knew?
As I dug the small metal tool into the rich soil, I heard a stifled giggle coming from somewhere behind my hindquarters. The sound was familiar to me. Too familiar. So familiar, in fact, that the thought of the source, added to my current posture, made me blush.
That voice was another reason I enjoyed working the Acres so much.
Rather than stand up to greet the new arrival, I continued my work. I deposited the small clump of dirt into the glass jar and screwed the lid on tight. I may have wiggled my rear end slightly more than was strictly necessary to accomplish the task, I'll admit. 
the sound of a less restrained giggle assured me the the extra effort had not gone unnoticed.
I was about to turn to greet the source of the tittering when a weight suddenly appeared on by back. Warm arms covered in a soft, almost velvety fur wrapped themselves around my neck. Warm breath that smelled slightly of apples and honeysuckle brushed against my ear, and a long, red ponytail, tied off by a bright pink bow, swung in front of my vision.
"What'cha doin' Jake?" Her voice was rich and melodic, and the sound of it sent shivers down my spine. It dripped with the honeyed tone of a Southern drawl – or, at least, what I would have called a Southern drawl back home. I wasn't sure where the accent was from here in Equestria.
"Jacob," I corrected her.
"Whatever," she said as she hugged me more tightly. She pressed her body even firmer against my back.
The young mare wasn't heavy, but I still felt awkward giving her an impromptu piggy-back ride. I could feel her body, feel her well-toned muscles and strong legs, even through the fabric of my work shirt. I could especially feel the softness that pressed against my upper back. I could almost picture her firm, youthful breasts pressing against the back of my neck.
"You want something, Apple Bloom?" I tried to keep my voice steady, even though the physical closeness was making my heart beat faster by the moment.
"Jus' here to watch you work. Your flank looks cute when you're playin' in the dirt."
"I'm not playing" I shifted my weight, pressing against the ground in an effort to stand upright. The teenage filly only clung closer, allowing herself to be lifted with me. "This is important work. I don't know if you know this, but I'm a bit of a tree whisperer."
Apple Bloom snorted as I stood to my full height, easily lifting her off the ground. She held on, legs bent and seemingly enjoying the ride.
"Oh yeah? What's that tree sayin'?" I turned my head to catch a glimpse of her, but could only see the side of her face in my peripheral vision.
"It's saying that its branches are overburdened. What it really needs is a good bucking, I think."
I thought I heard her mutter, "It ain't the only one," under her breath, but I wasn't sure if I had imagined it. Either way, the notion brought my earlier blush back in full force. And, as Apple Bloom wrapped her legs around my torso, I became increasingly aware that that wasn't the only place blood was flowing to.
"So, mister big-shot tree whisperer, when y'all get off? Or rather, when do y'all finish work so I can get you off?"
I wasn't imagining that comment, that much was certain. I peeked over my shoulder again, and could see a grin plastered on the yellow filly's face. 
"I, er, um... what?" I stammered, and was rewarded with an eye roll that verged on epic.
"C'mon, Jake. Y'all can't work all the time! Y'all gotta relax every once in a while, unwind. Let go of some of that thar' tension y'all got built up." With this, Apple Bloom's hands released from around my neck and wandered to my shoulders. With slow, firm motions, Apple Bloom began to massage them. I could feel how strong the farm filly was, and with every touch I could feel a bit of my fatigue from the day's work melt away.
Just as Apple Bloom was starting to get too heavy to continue carrying, she jumped off my back and onto the ground. Her hands continued to stroke my back and shoulders, soothing and energizing me at the same time. Before I could register what had happened, Apple Bloom had slid a hand under my shirt, continuing the massage directly against my skin. The light touch of her velvety fur tickled my back a little. I relished the sensation. It was the closest I had been to another person – of any species – in a long time. Since before I left Earth, even.
It wasn't long before the second hand joined the first, and before I realized what had happened, Apple Bloom had lifted my shirt up to my shoulders, exposing my back to her powerful yet gentle massage.
The sun was warm, and there was only the lightest of breezes, so I lifted my arms and my shirt over my head. I felt Apple Bloom's hands leave my body as I did so, and once I emerged from the darkness of my inverted shirt, I saw her standing face to face with me.
Apple Bloom seemed to be almost glowing. Her eyes danced up and down, taking in my shirtless body. She was dressed in a simple white tank top and blue work jeans. A leather belt encircled her generous hips, to be clasped by a shiny silver buckle. Her legs, long and lithe, ended in a pair of well-worn cowboy boots, but rounded to fit her hoof-like feet. The heels of the boots raised her height by a few inches, which brought her eyes just about level with my chin. Despite her small frame, she was well-built, with powerful muscles in her back and shoulders, and firm, pert breasts.
She had a body that could put that of any Earth girl Jacob had ever known to shame. There was once a time, when I first arrived, that I was ashamed of my immediate attraction to the females of the other species. That notion lasted all of about a week, once I saw how many human/pony couples had already formed in that time, and before I had arrived among the First Wavers. 
Her face was as stunning as her body. Large, expressive eyes the color of a summer sunset sat on either side of a petite muzzle. Her lips were luscious and full. Over one of her long, flexible ears, her ponytail hung down to rest right aside her breast, drawing my eyes to her more than ample cleavage.
As I mentioned before, part of why I loved working with the Apples was because that meant I got to catch a glimpse of this gorgeous creature every now and then. Usually, she was on the arm of some colt or other as they were leaving on one of her many dates. Ever since she had turned eighteen she seemed to be going out nearly every weekend with a different stallion, and sometimes during the week as well. If I had an early enough shift, I could sometimes catch her returning home from another late night, beaming and disheveled. More often than not, she would look like she had been ridden hard and put away wet. The old Earth saying applied on multiple levels, I imagined.
It was all I could do sometimes not to think about her wetness or her stallion suitors’ hardness.
Even now, I could almost see her, up against the barn door, legs spread and mouth open as she let out moan after moan while the colt plunged his massive pony cock between her dripping thighs…
I had to shake my head to clear the image. At the end of the day, she was my boss' sister, and therefore off-limits. 
I reminded myself of this fact repeatedly as she placed both hands on my chest, sliding them up and down over my pectoral muscles and shoulders.
The scent of her was intoxicating, like dry hay and sweet apples. I reached out to place a hand on her hip, drawing her in closer. I wanted to smell her, to touch her, to taste those juicy red lips. I had fantasized about her so many times, but I never thought she'd have the slightest interest in me. I'd only ever seen her with other ponies, and I was just a silly little Earth boy. 
The look in Apple Bloom's eye as she leaned in closer to me made all other thoughts leave my head. She tilted her head slightly, and I found myself doing the same, closing my eyes, and drawing her lips onto mine.
Her kiss tasted as good as she smelled, with just a hint of strawberry to go along with the apple scent. She was gentle at first, but quickly became passionate. Her tongue darted in and out of her open mouth, dancing and sparring with my own as our kiss intensified.
Apple Bloom broke off the kiss suddenly, drawing back and placing her hands on her sides. With a practiced motion, she took her tank top off over her head, and tossed it on the ground beside us. My hands moved as if on their own accord. They slid along her back the where her red cotton brassiere was clasped together. I fumbled with the hooks a bit as Apple Bloom giggled. She locked her arms around my neck, and I managed to finally undo her bra. There was still the layer of fabric between my chest and her luscious breasts, but I could feel her erect nipples even through the lace. Lips never leaving mine, Apple Bloom slid the straps off her shoulders, and her breasts were finally free of their fabric prison.
I cupped one breast in each hand. They could just barely fit, warm and soft against my skin. They were covered in velvety fur, soft and firm at the same time. Her nipples pressed against my palm, and I couldn't help from giving them the gentlest of pinches.
Apple Bloom responded to my touch by drawing my mouth into hers again. I lost myself in her kiss. I felt her pull me towards the tree, resting her back against its trunk. She guided my mouth from hers to her neck, and I took over from there. I planted kisses down her long, slender neck, following the valley of her collarbone to where it met the mountains of her breasts.
I didn't need her hands now. I could tell where she wanted my attentions. I planted my mouth over one of her erect nipples and sucked gently. My hand found her other nipple and gave it a light pinch. I could hear a moan escape her lips. The soft flesh beneath my lips responded to my every touch. I felt my lust growing. I cupped her exposed breast in one hand and gave her a gentle push against the trunk of the old apple tree. She let me guide her, her body reacting to my immodest demands.
Her jeans shorts, cut just below the thigh and unbearably short and tight, didn't resist me long. It took me a fraction of a second to realize that a small button was preventing me from sliding them down over her tail. I made short work of that button, and then they were around her ankles, exposing her white cotton panties. I could see they were already soaked through with Apple Bloom's anticipation. The folds of her marehood were outlined and nearly visible through the sopping fabric. That, too, fell away at my touch.
She was completely exposed to me now. Her naked body was a wonder of curves and softness, under which powerful muscles were concealed. I kissed every inch of her youthful skin, from her breasts to her neck to her belly to her thighs. As I removed her boots, the last bit of clothing she was wearing, I even planted a kiss on her hooves. Apple bloom was leaning against the tree trunk, legs slightly spread, her marehood exposed and winking. Much though I was loving the foreplay, the way the mare was displaying herself for me was completely irresistible. I had to have her, to be inside of her, I couldn't hold back any longer.
My erection was already straining against my denim work pants. I stripped out of them hastily, tossing them and my cotton boxers abruptly over my shoulder.
Now I was exposed as well. The summer sun felt warm across my back and legs. The mare standing in front of me, panting and squeezing her nipples impatiently, made me feel warmer still.
For a brief moment I panicked, realizing I didn't have any protection with me. I was always responsible in that regard – no glove, no love, was a cardinal rule for me.
Through the haze of the soup my brain had become, I remembered a good friend of mine who was dating a pony telling me how wonderful it was that they never needed protection. No chance of pregnancy, coupled with no such thing as a cross-species STI, made bareback sex completely safe for all involved. Which was good, since there was no way to make latex on this planet.
My moment of doubt passed, and the fog of desire closed in again. I closed the distance between myself and the luscious pony. I pressed my body against hers, kissing her neck and shoulders and breasts with renewed vigor. My erection rubbed against the soft fur of her thigh, sending shock waves of pleasure along my spine. I reached down to guide it between Apple Bloom's legs and into her sex.
It was here that Apple Bloom stopped me, pressing a finger to my lips and guiding my erection away from her marehood. I must have looked disappointed, but she gave me the tiniest of sympathetic pouts before kissing my lips once again.
Apple Bloom bent her legs, dropping down into a crouch in front of me. I caught a glimpse of her marehood, spreading wide and alluring, before her breasts and face obscured my view. She was eye level with my cock now, her hand still lightly resting around its base. That hand tightened and began to stroke my cock in slow, sweeping motions. I felt a moan escape my lips. The moan redoubled, as I felt her place her lips around my tip, gently sucking and licking. 
Apple Bloom looked up at me, her eyes dancing with lust and desire. I saw my cock slowly disappear into her mouth as she leaned into me.
Now, not to brag or anything, but I'm a bit more than a mouthful. I’m not saying I’m a stallion below the belt – gym showers in Equestria quickly educated me on that regard – but, among humans at least, I was more than adequately endowed.
I watched as the young mare slowly took my whole length into her mouth. The warmth of her lips felt like fire against my shaft. I kept expecting her to bottom out, the way all my girlfriends up to now had. But she didn't. She swallowed me all the way to the base, then looked up and grinned. Her tongue flicked out and teased at my balls. I could only gape, partly in surprise, and partly from the sheer pleasure my body was experiencing.
It figured, I supposed. Apple Bloom must have been used to actual stallions, so she was probably well prepared for the challenge of taking me in. Still, the way she slid my member into her mouth without hesitation, or even the hint of a gag reflex, was impressive. Or would have been, if I wasn't currently adrift in a sea of pleasure at the way she slid her lips over my cock. 
Sliding it out just as slowly as she had taken it in, Apple Bloom reached the tip,. She swirled a long, nimble tongue around it, before plunging her mouth back over my length.
I felt light headed as she repeated the act again and again. It felt like with each bob of her head she was taking my cock in deeper and deeper into her mouth. I wasn't sure how this was possible, as I could have sworn I was completely inside of her the first time, but somehow she made each renewed swallow more intense than the last. I could feel the back of her throat constrict around my tip as she reached the base, doubling the sensations that were already coursing through my body.
I felt like I was nearing climax already, and Apple Bloom must have sensed how near I was. She withdrew my member nearly all the way from her mouth, then leaned back against the tree trunk. Her eyes were hungry, her lips inviting. And, as if I needed any other invitation, her hands grasped my buttocks, guiding my pelvis directly towards her face.
As soon as the tip of my cock made contact with her lips, I began thrusting. I was worried for a moment that I might have gone too fast or thrust too hard. But, on the contrary, her hands squeezed my buttocks once again, pulling my cock even further into her insatiable mouth.
As I pulled back and thrusted again, I heard Apple Bloom let out a loud moan. I could feel the vibrations of the lustful sound travel down my shaft, and I plunged it into her mouth again. Her moans increased, her grip on my ass tightened. The wet, hot sensation around my cock increased with each thrust. One hand was holding me up against the apple tree, while the other reached down to grasp and pinch at her breast. The gripping only made her moans louder, and the vibrations echoed against my shaft. I thrusted harder and deeper, faster and faster. Her mouth was more inviting and pleasurable than any woman’s pussy I had ever had the pleasure of fucking before. Her tongue embraced my cock with every thrust. Her throat squeezed my tip, just as her hands squeezed my ass and balls.
I felt the edge coming, and I didn't hold back as I went over. Orgasm overtook me as I thrusted deep into Apple Bloom's throat, forcing every inch of my cock into her. My vision went white, and I felt my balls constrict as I emptied them into Apple Bloom's insatiable throat. I felt her hands around my balls and her lips around my shaft as she coaxed out every last drop, moaning in pleasure as she tasted my hot cum.
With one final, weak thrust and moan, I was spent. Apple Bloom released my cock from her mouth with a parting kiss and swirl of the tongue to collect the last drop of cum that clung to the tip.
I looked down at the mare. Flushed and sweating as she was, with her hair disheveled and a strand of cum dripping onto her chin, I couldn't help but feel filled with lust once again at the sight of her.
She looked up at me and smiled. Her hand was still resting on my cock, which had already partly deflated. A few short strokes told me that she wasn't done with me yet. Not by a long shot. My cock’s reaction to her motions told me that I wasn't either.
She stood, and I felt my heart skip a beat as she planted a kiss on my lips. Her tongue was slightly salty from my cum, which was an odd experience. Her hand was still on my cock, stroking and pumping and getting me ready for act two. Her breasts flattened against my bare chest, the fine hairs tickling me in a way that was electrifying.
Then, she released the kiss, and her hand from my cock. I all but whimpered. Apple Bloom turned her back to me, then cast a wink over her shoulder. I couldn't help but see, as my eyes wandered down to her luscious ass, that she was winking in more ways than one.
I reached out to cup her rear end in my hands as she bent over, but she swatted my hand away playfully with her tail. 
"Hold yer horses, cowboy. I got somethin' in my shorts I gotta get out first."
How she could have fit anything in those almost nonexistent pieces of fabric was beyond me. But, sure enough, when Apple Bloom straightened I saw her holding two small glass vials in her hand.
"Old Zebra recipe," she replied to my questioning gaze. "They'll make what I got planned for y'all next a mite easier." 
She moved back to where she had been standing before, body pressed against mine, and held up the vials for me to get a closer look. "This'un here'll make sure I ain't got no nasty surprises for y'all down there." Her eyes flicked down to her thighs as she said that, and she grinned. She popped open the vial with a finger and downed the whole bottle with a gulp.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she tossed the empty vial back to the crumpled mound of clothing she had taken it from.
"And the other one?" I asked, not quite sure what the purpose of the first potion had been, but deciding to no press the issue.
"This one, I think y'all will enjoy!"
With that, Apple Bloom dropped to a crouch again. She held my once again fully erect cock in her hand, but this time she didn't plunge it into her mouth. Instead, she opened the second vial and poured the slightly viscous material onto my length.
The hand that had been gripping my member began to move along it once again, spreading the fluid evenly over my shaft. I could feel the friction ease as she spread the lubricant. My cock twitched as much as through her ministrations as in anticipation of what she had planned.
I didn't have to wait long to find out. Apple Bloom released my cock and turned back to the apple tree. Bending over she placed both hands on the trunk of the tree, presenting her firm yet generous ass to me. She held her tail erect and slightly to one side, invitingly, spreading her legs slightly. For the first time, I got a good look at the tattoo-like symbols that decorated her flanks. They were bright and colorful, bearing the mark of her "special talent".
Those were another aspect of Equestrian life that was baffling at first. Every pony eventually got those so-called “cutie marks,” marking what they were especially talented in. They just sort of appeared – magic, no doubt – and were less like tattoos and more like markings in the fur itself.
Cutie Marks were supposed to show what a pony was best at, but after what I had just experienced, I wondered if Apple bloom’s markings missed that mark in her case. Though, admittedly, a cutie mark of her real talent might not have been something she’d want to show off in polite company.
My view of her marks was obstructed momentarily by Apple Bloom's hand. She gripped the flesh underneath her cutie mark, and pulled her cheek to one side. This had the effect not only of showing off her winking pussy, but also of her tight tailhole.
Her finger was slick and glistening with the remainder of the lubricant, and I watched, fascinated, as she spread it around her rear opening. Then she inserted her finger into her tight asshole, coating it with the lubricant and making my erection even harder than it had been before.
Satisfied with her preparations, she placed both hands on the tree trunk again, lifted her tail high, and looked over her shoulder at me.
"Well, cowboy, what're you waitin' for? Hearthswarmin'? Get over here and buck my ass!"
I blushed at the dirty talk coming from the young mare. I furtively cast a glance at her clothes, hoping that she might have thought to bring a condom. Not getting pregnant was one thing, but anal sex wasn't really something I wanted to go into unprotected.
Catching my glance, Apple Bloom rolled her eyes. "I'm clean. What do y'all think the first potion was fer? Now get your big, hard cock inside my tight ass right this second!"
This was new territory for me. I'd never had a girlfriend with anywhere near as dirty a mouth as the teenage mare had. And I'd certainly never had a girlfriend who'd let me do what she was suggesting with them. I’d read things, sure. I was an enlightened human in that sense, so I knew more or less the procedure. But theory and practice were two very different things.
Looking at the mare in front of me, I mentally shrugged. While it was true this was new territory for me, it’s not like any of my girlfriends had been brightly-colored equines before before either, so today was a day for firsts all around.
I took a step forward, gripped her generous ass cheeks in each hand, and spread them once again. Her tail brushed against my chest, sending goosebumps down my arms. Gulping, I brought my erection forward to rest against Apple Bloom's tailhole.
The mare reached a hand back and gripped my cock gently. She guided it into place against her asshole, and with a gentle tug invited me to press against her, I did, gently applying pressure as her anus opened slowly to take me in.
The sensation was unlike any I had ever experienced before. Slightly strange, but also incredibly arousing. I felt my cock harden even more as, slowly but surely, I slid into the tight hole at the base of Apple Bloom's tail.
She was incredibly, unbearably tight. The tightness gripped my entire length as her ass took me in deeper. Apple Bloom let out a deep, throaty, animal cry. I had reached about my halfway point, and I could already feel the pleasure coursing through me again. Both her hands were on the tree trunk again. Her tail wrapped around my body as I eased my way further inside of her. Each inch brought another primal moan from the young mare. I couldn't help but match her cries. I felt her tighten around me ever more with each passing moment.
I felt a hand on my chest once I reached about three-quarters of my length inside of her. I looked at Apple Bloom's face as she glanced back at me, and I could tell she had reached her limit. I saw her bite her lower lip as I slid out again, gently. My cock glistened with the lube as I felt the ridge where my head began meeting her anus. The hand on my chest, which had only a second earlier signaled me to stop, clutched and grasped at my pectoral muscles. I took her message, and began sliding back into her.
She let out another cry, followed by a deep, long moan. She guided me into her once again, slowly but firmly. I made it a little further than the last time before she again signaled for me to stop. She was warming up, I could tell. Her face was red, and she was sucking in air through her teeth as she forced herself to relax.
I slid out again, just to the tip. Fuck, she was tight! I had never really understood why men seemed so excited by anal sex before. It always seemed a bit, I don’t know, redundant? Not to mention unsanitary. At least, that was my preconception, but now that I had felt the way Apple Bloom's ass gripped me like a hot, tight, constricting hand, I was worried I'd never be able to go back to any other kind of fucking.
Apple Bloom seemed to have calmed herself. I felt her tail pressing against my own bare ass, leading me forward and into her tailhole once again. Those tails were amazing, somehow prehensile despite being made of nothing but hair.
I was careful not to overwhelm the mare, sliding in slowly, inch by inch. To my relief, she didn't stop me this time until I had just about bottomed out. A loud "Buck yeah, that feels good!" accompanied my hips coming in contact with her ass cheeks.
I bit my lip as I went to pull out again, but Apple Bloom's tail pressed against my back. I stayed where I was. Looking down, I saw all but the very base of my cock buried in the farm mare's bountiful ass. I could feel my cock twitch at the sight. Apple Bloom must have felt it too, since she let out another loud moan at that instant.
The mare flexed her legs a bit, lifting her ass and wiggling it around a little. The shifting tightness around my member caused tendrils of electricity to shoot just under my skin all over my body. She wasn't taking me in any deeper, but she was making small, subtle bucking movements with her hips.
I grabbed a hold of her waist and emulated her movements. Her cries became regular and almost pained as our rhythms began to match up. I was afraid I might be hurting her, but her tail pressed against my back ensured me that was far from the truth.
Without warning, she pressed her hands against the tree trunk, and plunged her luscious ass onto my cock until I was all the way inside of her.
I must have blacked out for a second from the sheer overwhelming sensation. The next thing I could recall, I was thrusting and pounding into her warm, impossibly tight asshole. I was gripping her hips so hard it must have left marks under her soft, yellow fur. I could hardly catch my breath, I was moaning so loud. Apple Bloom was moaning, too. No, not moaning. More like howling. Each pounding beat made her cry out more loudly. My mouth was dry from my own gasping moans, and my legs were starting to ache from the slightly awkward position. I noticed these things only in flashes of lucidity. The rest of the time, all my thoughts were overcome with the pure lustful ecstasy I felt each time I thrust into Apple Bloom's ass. 
I saw Apple Bloom's hands clench against the bark of the tree as her cries cut off, replaced by a strangled gasping gargle of a sound that made my cock twitch mid-thrust. Her already tight tailhole somehow tightened even more, and I felt myself nearing the edge. I tried to hold off, tried to prolong this amazing feeling of pure bliss as long as possible. I forced myself as deep into her as I could possibly go. I heard her gasping for air, overcome with the sheer force of her own orgasm. I saw her breasts bob and heave as she gulped for breath, felt the warmth of her juices against my thigh. I saw her eyes squeezed tight, her mouth open wide and her face red as a ripe apple. I felt her tail pressing against my buttocks. And, most of all, I felt the flaming hot of her skin against my hips, and the unbelievable tightness of her tailhole around my cock.
I felt all this, and then I felt myself let go. My vision went white for the second time today. I released my orgasm into her. Pleasure washed over me in waves as I spent my hot load into Apple Bloom's ass. I could barely stand upright. I was grabbing Apple Bloom's breasts for leverage, squeezing them tight. I somehow found more and more shots of cum to fill her with.
Then, abruptly, it was all over, and I collapsed against the mare.
I slowly felt the blood return to my head. Slowly regained feeling in my limbs. I was still deep inside of Apple Bloom's ass, but the tightness was already letting up, as a result of my own erection leaving.
I could hear Apple Bloom's breathing slowly return to normal. Hair a matted mess around her scalp, face still flushed and breathless, she turned her head to plant a warm and grateful kiss on my lips. I returned it. Though our kiss didn't have the same passion as before,it was more comforting, intimate. We were both exhausted and happy, I could tell.
We stood there in the afterglow for some time, the breeze cooling our sweaty skin and coat. When I finally pulled out of her, it was almost like losing a part of myself.
Apple Bloom was smiling as she pulled a handkerchief out of the pile of discarded clothes. She cleaned herself up matter-of-factly, drying the mixture of my cum and her juices that had matted the fur on her inner thighs.
When she was finished, she took my hand, and pulled me gently to the ground. I curled around her. We lay there in the fragrant grass and under the warm summer sun. 
Neither of us said a word as we let the world turn around us. I held her tight in my arms, naked save for her tail around my waist. Birds flew overhead, and the sun began to gently set.
The day had started out as a fairly average workday, but it had ended as one of the best I had ever experienced.
Little did I know that day had only just begun.
> Chapter 2: Morning in Bloom
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Sunlight was creeping through the bedroom window. I rubbed my eyes, still blurry with the remnants of the dream that was even now slipping away from me.
It was a good dream, from what I could remember of it. It involved red tails, and yellow bodies, and warm, luscious lips.
The bed was warm and welcoming, and, even though the rooster had started to crow outside, I didn't want to leave it just yet.
There was more I could remember as well. There were images and sensations that felt so real, yet distant, as if from another life.
I thought back to the day before. Had I really done all those things I remembered? Did I and Apple Bloom… or was that just a dream as well?
I started to roll onto my side. I still had to work today, dream or no dream, and I was worried I might have overslept.
A firm hand against my thigh stopped me from rolling. I was puzzled for a second. Though my queen-sized bed was plenty large enough for two, I was used to waking up alone in it. Which is why it took my morning-addled brain a few seconds to register the fact that what I had dreamed about was actually, at least in part, true.
I felt my erection strain against the bedsheets. Granted, I woke up in that same state most mornings – that’s just biology, folks! But this morning I was especially stiff already, considering the dreams I had just woken from. 
The course linen of the bedsheet brushed against my member in a way that was not entirely unpleasant. It made me harder just to feel it brush against me, my cock twitching in response which only heightened the sensation. I was about to reach down to do something about my stiffness – force of habit, what can I say? – when I felt the sheets lift away from my stiffness. The rough linen was replaced by smooth, wet silk, as a tongue trailed up the entire length, from base to tip.
I love it when my dreams continue on in the waking world.
I could feel my cock twitch again as soft, warm lips joined the tongue. They surrounded my head, gently sucking and licking.
The darkness of the room and the blurriness of my vision began to resolve themselves. I could see a yellow-furred body emerging from beneath the sheets, at right angles to my own body, exposed to the air. Her body was angled toward my, breasts under the sheets. The way her hips twisted showed off her mound to me unashamedly. There was a tiny tuft of fur that joined her lower lips to the base of her belly, almost like a pubic triangle might on a human. Her tail was gently flicking from side to side, and the swaying began to keep time with her tongue as it flicked the tip of my cock playfully.
I sucked in a breath and bit my lower lip. My hand followed the curve of her spine to the soft fur between her shoulder blades, just hidden by the sheets and blankets. I stroked her there gently as she teased and toyed with me. I could tell she was in a playful, tender mood this morning. Despite her delicate touch, the dreams and memories of our earlier passion was growing in my chest. I began to  want nothing more than to press down on the mound of blankets, to force myself deep into her playful mouth. To take charge of head and fuck it like I had fucked her against the apple tree.
I forced the impulses down. At least for now. The sensation was too nice to spoil. And Apple Bloom was nothing if not talented with her mouth. It felt like a lover’s kiss against my cock,  and I contented myself with feeling the smoothness of her skin and fur as she gently roused me in more ways than one.
As I soaked in the gentle, wet sensation around my member, memories of the previous day came fading back.
After our little session, we laid there under the shade of the apple tree for god knows how long. It could been hours, or minutes. But, eventually, the air began to chill. Apple Bloom rose and began to dress herself, unceremoniously. I followed suit, deciding I had gotten enough work done for the day. We shared another kiss, and I declared I was heading home. 
I’ll be honest, I only brought up where I was going in hopes Apple Bloom would offer to come along. A half-hearted hope, to be sure. I figured she had probably had her fun with me, and now would be off in search of her next conquest. Nothing against her in that regard. Heck, I almost envied her. A mare like her would able to get any stallion she wanted, and probably half the mares in town as well. Not that I knew whether or not her barn door swung that way…
Where was I?
Snapping back from where my mind had been wandering, I wondered why Apple Bloom was staring at me with a lopsided grin on her face. Had I said something funny? She was playing fiddling with the bow at the end of her ponytail, both hands tying and retying it. Her breasts sat between her arms, now sadly covered by her tank top, but otherwise propped up as if on display.
“Well. Lead the way, cowboy!”
When my brain finally started working again, we were already almost halfway to my cottage. Despite her request, she seemed to know fully well where I lived, all but dragging me there herself. She flirted with me and teased me the whole way there, making my head spin all the while. The whole time it was all I could do not to press her against the trees that lined the way, tear of all her clothes, and take her in front of anyone that might walk by…
After what I can only describe as a saint-like display of self-control, we finally made it to my shack on the edge of the Everfree.
It was small, sure, but it was private. A one-room hut, with barely enough room for a bed, a kitchenette, and a small seating area by a stone fireplace. I had everything I needed here, and didn't spend much time here in any case. 
One advantage to the small size was that it was only a few short steps from the front door to the bed.
We didn't even need those small steps. Apple Bloom was all over me even before I closed the front door. Her lips tasted so sweet and her body was so hot against mine. My hands grabbed her waist, reached under her shirt, squeezed her perfect breasts as she pressed me against the inside of the door.
My pants were off again. I wasn't sure how. I was still standing at attention. I had been nearly the whole walk here. Apple Bloom noticed, it seemed.. Her hands were already dancing along the length of my shaft. She worked me up even more as she kissed my mouth and neck.
She was topless too, I noticed suddenly. Her full, perky breasts looked like Golden Delicious apples where they pressed against my chest. Which was also bare, by the way. My chest, I mean. If I hadn't known that Apple Bloom was an earth pony, I'd have sworn there was magic involved in how quickly our clothes fell off.
Apple Bloom's hand gripped the back of my neck. She pulled me, lips still locked in a deep, passionate kiss, towards my bed. Thank god or Celestia or whoever I had sprung for the queen-sized bed when originally requisitioning my living quarters. I was going to need the extra room tonight.
Apple Bloom's bare buttocks – magic, I tell you! – bumped against the edge of the bed. Before I knew it, she was on her back, the blankets folding around her. In an amazing display of flexibility she lifted her legs clear above her head. Her delicious and dripping pussy was spread wide for me to see. My cock twitched, head already glistening with precum at the sight of her spread out beneath me.
I wanted lick her, to gobble up her cunt in my eager mouth. But Apple Bloom was in charge, and she had other plans it seemed. Her hand gently gripped my cock, guiding it towards where her legs met. While her cunt looked delicious, I could tell my cock was anticipating its chance to taste it even if my mouth couldn't.
To my surprise though, she pressed my cock down lower, towards the base of her tail. Again, I felt a minor pang of disappointment. It lasted the tiniest fraction of a second – exactly long enough to remember what it had felt like to fuck her ass earlier that day.
She was still slick from earlier that day, so entering her was easy. That lubricant of hers really stuck around, it seemed. Though that was a bad choice of words, I supposed.
I was inside of her in an instant, already thrusting against her jutting hips, plunging deep into her tailhole.
Her moans were loud and uninhibited. I could feel her dripping juices as they flowed around my cock. They mixed with the lube, letting me plunge and thrust even deeper and ever harder. I bit my lips. I bit her ankle. I even bent over as I pressed deep inside of her to bite her stiffly erect nipple. Her ass squeezed and pumped my member as I forced myself into her. She brought me to the edge of climax again and again, but I held back. I could tell by the yellow mare's screams that she wasn't holding back one bit. Her screams intensified again and again. Her face flushed in what I could only imagine was wave after wave of orgasm. Her juices squirted and splashed against my loins. They energized me more, made her ass slicker still. I thrust and pushed and rammed myself into her unbelievably tight tailhole.
I held back as long as I could, but her tightness was too much for me. I came, hard, inside of her ass. I could feel her hands brush my balls as I came. Apple Bloom was squeezing every last drop out of me. She moaned in deep satisfaction as I filled her for the second time that day. Her pussy winked in time with my spurting. Soon, every last drop was drained from me.
As I pulled out, my cum mixed with her juices in a delicious, sensual mixture. It looked tantalizing, and before I knew it my lips were on her thighs, kissing and licking and sucking each drop of the salty, slightly bitter mixture out of her fur.
I noisily, sloppily lapped at her pussy. She winked as my tongue circled and followed her folds. She tasted like salt and cinnamon and ripe apples. Her clit pressed against my tongue, hard like an oversized apple seed. I barely heard her moans as she laid back on the bed, thrusting her hips against my face as I cleaned her marehood with my thirsty tongue.
She was squeezing her breasts, panting and gasping as she began to come down. She placed her finger between her lower lips as she watched me clean her fur. She began gently caressing and stroking her folds, and I gave her finger a little lick. Her juices were flowing again, and I savored every drop. She came again at her own hand, gasping and moaning. I tried to assist her with my tongue, but she was already coming down. Her body was limp against the blankets, and her knees were resting on my shoulders. There was a grin plastered on Apple Bloom's face, breathless and as red as her ponytail.

At least, I'm pretty sure all that really happened. The dream that overtook me after she fell asleep in my arms was pretty vivid as well. I'm sure some of the details may have gotten confused between the two. I could distinctly remember that being the first of many times I fucked her that night. I could also remember a potion she had brought with her once I felt like I was all but spent. A sip of it, and I had felt all my energy returning, and my lust heightened even more than before. Whatever was in that potion, it had had one hell of a kick! And Apple Bloom had seemed to enjoy every second of my renewed vigor.
Or maybe that was a dream, too. Probably not. I could remember distinctly the feel of her mouth on mine, my cock in her mouth and her ass and even, on rare occasions, in her pussy. I did ask her at one point why she preferred anal so much. She had just shrugged, saying something about liking the feeling of being “full down there.” I didn't press the issue, nor did I complain.
That yellow mare from last night was now working her magic on my morning erection. Her lips danced and spun around my tip. She alternated sucking it gently, and flicking it with her tongue. Every once in a while, she'd run her warm, moist tongue down the length of my shaft. Her hand eventually joined in, pumping and stroking as she began to start working me in earnest.
I held my breath as I felt the warm sensation of her mouth surrounding my member. Slowly, tantalizingly, she took more and more of my cock into her mouth. I could feel my breath escaping through my teeth. She came closer and closer to swallowing me whole.
I felt her hand grip my balls gently. Her lips reached the base of my cock. It tried to twitch, but my member was held firmly in place by her inviting throat.
I bit my lip as she began to bob her head. The memories of the day before mixed and intermingled  with the sensations coursing through my body now.
I looked down to see what she was doing to me, but the blankets obscured my view. I wanted to see her body again, her eyes as she concentrated on working my shaft.
With sweep of the arm, the sheets were gone. I was thrilled to see her face, her eyes looking up at me with lustful desire, her mouth locked around my cock. It reinforced the pleasurable sensations already running through me, made them all that much stronger.
I had a brief instant of clarity as I pictured what myself from five years ago might have said to this picture. If I had told pre-Contact me that, in a few short years, I’d find myself in bed with a colorful equine with her mouth around my cock, I would have probably carted future-me off to the loony bin. I chuckled, then the chuckle was cut short.
Apple Bloom forced her lips down around my cock again, and my breath caught in my throat. The world slipped away as she deep throated me once again. Somehow, defying all logic and sense of anatomy, she was swallowing me even deeper than before. I swear I could her lips sucking on my balls even with my cock in her mouth. And, was that her tongue teasing them from below?
I couldn't think about it long. I couldn't think about anything, as electricity ran through my body. I gripped the sheets, hearing myself let out a strangled cry of passion. My legs clamped themselves around Apple Bloom's body, trying to force her even further onto my erection. As if that was possible.
I let out another cry as I came, discovering that, yes, it was.
I barely felt her lips leave my cock. Barely felt the breeze of cool air that replaced the warm cavern of Apple Bloom's mouth. The world around me didn't exist. All that existed was the warm sensation running up and down my spine. That, and Apple Bloom's hand on my chest, stroking and fondling my pectoral muscles. She gave my nipple a tweak, and before I could protest the intrusion into my light and fluffy world, I felt her lips swallowing my member once again. 
My legs were still around her shoulders again. My toes were curled, and I used my knees to guide her head onto my cock. Apple Bloom followed my lead, bobbing and sucking and swallowing my shaft. 
The earlier tenderness was all but gone now, and I felt my earlier desire to take control returning. A part of me still held back, worried about hurting her, that I might cause her to gag. But Apple Bloom seemingly had no issue with that, her head going as deep as I would bring her. The mare seemed to have no gag reflex whatsoever. Did ponies even have a gag reflex? I couldn't remember that from my orientation briefings…
My musings were cut short by the feeling of a hand on my buttocks. It squeezed and caressed them. I found myself guiding Apple Bloom's mouth deeper and deeper in response to the touch.
She complied, a look of concentration and lust on her face. My cock disappeared inside her mouth again and again. Her hand became more bold, grasping and kneading in time to the bobbing of her head.
I had begun to writhe now. My legs drove her mouth around my cock which made her grab my ass which made my lift my hips which made my cock thrust into her mouth which made me pull her head back and begin again. Again and again, each cycle bringing her mouth deeper, her hand tighter, my hips higher.
I didn't even notice her finger pressing against my asshole at first. I was too into the sensation of her warm mouth around my hard erection. I didn't even feel her probing, teasing digit until as it probed and poked and stretched my ass. It wasn't until one of my downward thrusts brought my ass down on the sheets did I notice that she had pressed into me.
It was… unexpected, to be sure. Not entirely pleasant but not unpleasant, but it certainly broke my stride. I paused, mid-thrust, my hips off the bed by a good six inches.
I heard a muffled, questioning murmur from my crotch. I looked towards the source, and saw Apple Bloom’s eyes locked on mine. I saw in them the silent question, and I pondered a response.
Mentally, I shrugged. It had been a day (and a bit) of firsts, after all.
I nodded slightly, slowly bringing my hips back down to the bed and onto her finger.
As her finger forced its way into me, I felt a sudden need to start bucking against her mouth again. Lust radiated from where Apple Bloom was entering my all the way around my thighs to where her mouth was on my cock. She opened wide to receive me, and I thrust between her lips. As I bucked, I could feel her finger sliding back out of my hole. The sensation of it leaving was very odd. Good, but odd. I almost liked it more than the feeling of her entering. 
I lowered myself again, eager to experience it again. Then, I bucked my hips again. 
Apple Bloom applied herself to my cock with renewed fervor. My legs were no longer on her shoulders, instead my feet were pressing me off the bed and lowering me back down. Apple Bloom had regained the initiative. She sucked and licked my cock and played with my ass. I squirmed in response to the new sensations she was introducing my body to.
I slid out from under her and turned on my side. Not having to lift my ass off the bed for her to play with only made her teasing and probing more bold. I found myself enjoying it ever more. Pleasure filled my loins. They flowed up my spine, pooling behind my eyes. All I could see was red and white shapes. My ears were burning, as was my skin where Apple Bloom was touching me. The sounds out of my mouth were broken curses. I lost all ability to form coherent thoughts. All I knew was I wanted that mare's mouth on my cock and her finger in my ass and her skin against mine and oh god oh god oh god…
When I came, it was explosive. It felt like a bomb had gone off between my legs. I screamed. I howled. I bucked. I writhed. Pure ecstasy burned in every nerve ending in my body. I came and I came and I came into her mouth, spurting shot after shot of seed into the mare’s throat.
I felt the orgasm begin to ebb away. Apple Bloom's finger pressed against my insides, and I was over the edge again.
I tried to catch my breath. The coursing ocean of pleasure was slowly draining from my body. I saw the world come back into focus. 
Apple Bloom’s head was resting on my chest. Her magnificent breasts were outlined by the light of the rising sun coming through the window as they spilled over my arm and onto the mattress. The smile on her face was content and serene. Only the tiniest drop of my cum was visible on her chin. She saw my eyes glance to it, and quickly wiped it off with the back of her hand. She then licked it, as if making sure she had swallowed every last drop.
Her ponytail lay between my legs, covering my slowly softening member, protecting it from the chill. Her other tail was resting against her thigh. The outline of it only served to highlight her own sex, glistening and wet. 
Apple Bloom leaned forward. She cradled my head in her arms and kissed me deeply. In that moment, the world fell away. It was just the two of us, lip to lip, eye to eye. Everything was right with the world.
Everything was just perfect.
> Chapter 3: Afterglow
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I hung, half in, half out of the doorway to the bathroom. Apple Bloom was standing in front of the mirror, running her hand through her tangle and disheveled mane. Her back was turned to me. and she was naked, her tail swishing slowly back and forth between her perfectly toned legs. I tried very hard not to stare at her flank. Really, I did. I can be a gentleman, I promise!
Okay, yeah, I'm only human. Let's be real here. 
And her ass really was the most spectacular one I’d ever seen in either world.
"Are you sure you have to leave so soon?" I tried not to sound petulant. The past twelve(-ish) hours had been truly amazing. Mind blowing, even. 
But I knew that, once that mare walked out my door, the fantasy would be over.
She wasn't exactly girlfriend material, I figured. She liked to have her fun, and now she was done. I enjoyed it, don’t get me wrong. But I didn't delude myself into thinking it was anything more meaningful than a fun roll in the proverbial hay.
Proverbial hay being an important distinction, given that hay was often literally on the dinner menu here.
And, yeah, I was going to miss it. A lot.
I guess my voice must have betrayed more of what I was feeling than I had hoped. Apple Bloom turned from the mirror. Her eyes were full of sympathy, the corners of her mouth pulled down. It was almost enough to distract me from her breasts.
Did I mention I was only human? At least I didn't stare. Much.
She walked over to the doorway where I was standing. She  wrapped me in her arms. Her fur felt nice against my bare skin. Then, she kissed me. It was a sweet, gentle kiss.
"Y'all are sweet. But you know I got to git. If'n I don't show up fer morning chores, AJ will tan my hide." 
Her country twang always made me smile, and the sound of it brought me out of my funk.
Apple Bloom smiled back at me. 
"See, t'ain't so bad. Y'all will see me on the farm. And if you think this is the last time you and I are gonna be buckin' all night 'till the cows come home, you got another thing comin'!"
That one really did make me smile. I must have looked like a grinning fool, but Apple Bloom didn't seem to mind. She kissed me again, and while I was already looking forward to doing this all again, I still didn't want this to end.
Apple Bloom broke the kiss reluctantly, and disengaged herself from my arms. One corner of the small bathroom was taken up by a shower stall, and Apple Bloom pushed the curtains aside. She turned on the faucet, and it wasn't long before the entire room was full of steam.
Apple Bloom turned to me as the water was heating up. She stretched her arms out and took my hands in hers. Gently, she pulled me towards the shower stall, and into another sweet kiss. 
I savored every second of it. My eyes were closed as she pulled me under the water, the warm droplets running off my shoulders and down my chest.
I opened my eyes, saw the dancing of Apple Bloom's eyes as she returned my gaze. Water was running down her mane, causing it to cling to her neck and face.
I was staring again, I knew. I looked down, saw water pooling between Apple Bloom's breasts where they were pressed against my chest. I stifled a giggle at the sight; a miniature pool between our bodies.
The water drained with a splash as Apple Bloom reached for the soap. I watched, transfixed, as she worked the soap into her matted and dirty fur. 
I was fascinated by the sight, never having thought about how different daily grooming must be for a being covered in fur.
I watched as she lathered up her arms, then her upper chest. As she began massaging her full, soaking breasts, I could feel a part of me stirring once again. Apparently, my cock, too, was only human.
I offered to take over for her. Which is to say, I shamelessly groped her breasts. She giggled, then threw her head and her hair back, thrusting her chest towards me. I took the bar of soap from her hand and rubbed it against her breasts. Her nipples responded to the slippery motion. They responded even more so to my playful fingers.
I only teased her breasts for a little while before returning to my cleanliness duties. I scrubbed under her breasts and down her abdomen. I was again amazed at how well defined her muscles were under her fur. Not unexpected for a mare raised on hard farm work, but still a far cry from the girly girls I was used to being idolized where I was from. She was a creature of contrasts, hard and soft at the same time, in delightful, irresistible ways.
As I massaged the soap around her waist and into her flank, I saw her reach for the bottle of shampoo I kept on the shelf. The bottle was an Earth import – Mane and Tail, of course. I may try from time to time to resist a terrible pun, but, as I said, I'm only human.
If Apple Bloom saw the label, she gave no comment. Instead, she squeezed out a generous amount and began working it – and here I had to stifle a giggle – into her mane and tail.
I was crouching now, level with her hips. I continued to wash her fur, and was working on her thighs now. She parted her legs slightly, to allow me to encircle her finely-toned legs with my scrubbing hands. In doing so, her marehood opened a little to me. It was directly in my line of sight, and I could feel myself stirring again at the sight.
I ignored the rush of desire for now, and moved down to her hooves. I scoured them as best I could, though the soap was ill-suited to their rough texture. Apple Bloom was in the middle of rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. As I looked up I, was treated to a lovely view of her marehood and breasts from below. The erection that was threatening to form came to fruition at the sight, but Apple Bloom was too busy squeezing the shampoo from her long hair to notice.
I stood up and placed my hands on her waist. Gently, I turned her around, so her back was facing me. I began to scrub her back, working my hands into her fur in slow, sensual motions. If Apple Bloom had been unaware of my arousal before, she certainly couldn't have missed the way I was prodding her. And she didn't seem to mind either.
moved my hands in slow circles, lower and lower, until I reached her cheeks. I gave both a firm squeeze – well, I gave one a squeeze, and the other more of a pinch, since I was still holding the soap – before continuing to clean her hindquarters.
Once I was satisfied they were clean enough, I placed the bar of soap back on the shelf. I gave her ass another squeeze, this time with both hands. Apple Bloom let out something between a moan and a giggle. I began to maneuver her into place against my erection, But Apple Bloom again pressed a hand against my chest and backed me away. That mare never gave up the reins for anypony, did she?
Did I just say anypony? I really have lived here too long, I've started to go native!
Apple Bloom planted a kiss on my lips. The water fell around us like rain, down my cheeks and into my mouth as she kissed me with open lips.
My hands were on her breasts again, squeezing and playing with them. Apple Bloom broke off the kiss, reaching for the bar of soap I had just put away.
She worked up a lather between her hands, then began to run her hands all over my body.
She didn't take nearly as long as I had. My mostly hairless body needed much less effort to clean, it seemed. Or maybe she was getting as turned on as I was and didn't want to put it off any longer than she had to. It was hard to tell. 
She turned me around after lathering and scrubbing my chest, working her fingers into the muscles my back. I melted at her touch. I felt any tension I still held slip away. Even my erection subsided as the water and her hands soothed and relaxed me.
Her hands moved to my ass with little ceremony. There was no squeezing on her behalf, only quick cleaning motions that moved down my thighs and to my legs. She finished with my feet, giggling as she worked her fingers between my toes. Feet are apparently hilarious to ponies. Little fingers on the ends of our hooves, how silly is that?
Apple Bloom straightened, and I felt her warm hands cupping my now nearly soft member.
It didn't stay soft for long. I looked over my shoulder to where Apple Bloom was standing behind me. I planted a kiss on her lips as she continued to stroke my cock. Her hair stuck to my skin and tickled my nose. One hand began to caress my newly-cleaned chest, while the other continued to pump my cock until I was nice and hard once again.
She lead me with her kiss to turn around. Releasing my mouth, she slowly dropped to her knees and kissed my now-hard cock. Water streamed from the shower head in rivulets down my chest, falling onto Apple Bloom's head like little waterfalls. Disregarding the falling water, she took my cock into her mouth. I felt my legs begin to give out as she deep throated me quickly and without buildup. The teasing Apple Bloom was gone, not that I minded much. I had to place both hands on the wall behind me in fear of falling over.
Apple Bloom's ministrations with her mouth were subdued, though. Neither of us had much energy left in us, and the hot shower had taken what little we did have and replaced it with warm contentment.
Apple Bloom reached through the shower curtain. She had arranged a few of her belongings on the rim of the sink. She hadn't brought much – a few vials of her potions, a tooth brush, a thick-toothed comb for her mane, and a few other sundries. 
I’m not entirely sure where she had stored them all in what few clothes she was wearing, but I tried not to dwell on that.
When she pulled her hand back, she was clutching a small vial. I had become very familiar with that particular potion by now, and watched as she poured a small amount into her cupped hand.
She rubbed the lubricant into my cock and around her tailhole. I stroked myself as I watched her finger her ass to make sure the lubricant was enough to counteract the effect of the moisture of the shower. It went in smoothly, Apple Bloom nice and stretched still from the night before.
Her tail raised high, she placed one hand on either side of the wall opposite me, and maneuvered her ass against my shaft. I held my cock in place against her tailhole, and she pressed her ass against my hips. And then, I was inside of her.
She let out a feeble gasp, barely a whisper, as her hole tightened around my cock.
The sloshing, dripping water was distracting, getting in my eyes and mouth as our bodies shifted against one another. But the warmth of the shower was far preferable to the cold air outside, so I put up with the minor annoyance as I grabbed her by the waist and gently pulled her closer.
Apple Bloom sucked in a breath each time I pressed my cock into her. Her tail was soaking wet, hanging nearly vertically between us, brushing against my cock whenever I pulled out. I lifted it out of the way, slipping it over my wrist, then continued to fuck the yellow mare.
I could feel the passion from before coming back to me. She was pressed against the wall, each thrust eliciting a gentle moan from the young pony. I saw her move one hand where it was propping her against the wall to reach between her legs.. 
I wanted nothing more than to see Apple Bloom climax one last time before she had to leave. I redoubled my efforts, squeezing her breasts and offering a hand to help her play with her delicious marehood. I fucked her hard. I pinched her nipples. She flicked and stroked her clit as I thrusted into her. By now we had gotten to know each other’s rhythms well, and it wasn't long before Apple Bloom was close to orgasm. With a thrust and a pinch, I did what I knew would push her over the edge.
When she did climax, it was with a choked gurgle rather than an animal cry. Her cheeks and neck blushed bright red, and her body tensed as she came. Then she went limp. She looked back at me, face completely flushed, eyes half closed and breath short. Her mane clung to her face, her lips half open as if frozen mid-moan. In that moment, she was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life. I came almost immediately after that.
Where the previous orgasms had been explosions and fire, this one was a warm blanket. No less pleasurable, but much more comforting and drawn out. I shot what little cum was left in me into her ass. Then I wrapped my arms around her chest.
I held her there for a few magical, tender moments. My cock was still inside her ass, her tail still dangling from my wrist. I held her tight, felt her heartbeat and her breathing return to normal, felt the the water began to turn cold.
We shared a long, tender kiss, and began to disentangle ourselves.
Each of us cleaned the result of the final session individually. The water was almost ice cold by the time we were finished.
We didn't exchange many words as we toweled off and got dressed. The silence was comforting. Apple Bloom had a way of setting me at ease with a gentle smile and a soft touch.
And then, all too soon, she was standing at the front door. Her hand on the handle. My arms were wrapped around her waist. We kissed each other, one last time.
And then she was gone.
> Epilogue
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I'm on my back on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, arms folded behind my head. A smile crosses my lips. 
Ah yes, that was the first time Apple Bloom and I had been together.
I hear a knock at the door, and I turn my head. I see it open – never bothered locking it, not in Ponyville – and a spunky young mare steps inside.
"Hiya, cowboy. Ready for another go-round?"
She's on top of me before I can even answer, kissing and caressing and stripping me out of my clothes before I can even say hello.
Yes, the first time was special. But Apple Bloom was the kind of mare who made every time feel like the first time. 
And, even as I find myself staring at her pert and perky breasts once again, the feelings all come flooding back to me.
That was the first time. But it sure as hell wasn't the last.