Gang Mare-tality
“Well, ya heard me say Ah had it in me to get here, didn’t I?”
The mare before you nods as she adjusts uncomfortably on the edge of her perch on a table. Well-cleaned as it is the shabby and neon-light-flooded room, it still creaks a little under her athletic weight. You don't blame that mare for not speaking; your mind's a mess, too.
Half of it wants to run and embrace her, wipe away the doubt working behind her teeth just like her lip is.
The other half is smirking - grinning like a jackal - at how literal you plan on making your statement previous. Apples are known for honesty above everything, after all.
No matter how much the ponies here pretend otherwise in the glow-line-filled streets of Canterlot City.
“Well, AJ?” You say it, but not too loud. There are so many eyes here, so many licking chops for a taste of her flank should she falter; it’s not like the farm that one Apple sister, then the other, left a while ago. You see it in Applejack’s eyes, pleading for you not to be like the others that she nevertheless plays like kazoos, her hands twitching at her weapon-filled belt, her bowstring-tight pose.
With any help, that tension won’t last long. After all, you’ve been waiting a while to get to this point, as you said. And it’s for more than your big sis ever fathomed from such a cherub-like face as yours.
“Alright… so ya did,” and it is left there. Even now, your big sis hates feeling like she never expected big things from you.
Or… perhaps she did. Just none that’d bring your paths together in this seedy sector of Equestria’s capital.
“So, you know what comes next - ya saw mah progress too, right?”
You would not be here in front of her if she hadn’t - yet she hesitates to nod. And it is because you are the only two in this building who even know that you are sisters. To every other hourglass-figured punk mare - and every well-hung punk stallion - it is Red AJ with hands knuckled in her hips, that is standing across from you. And it is Bloom-Stick, the fastest-rising prodigy in the gang, that has her arms folded and flank cocked across from your sister.
Here though? It is two Apples, sitting in a tree.
And you can think of plenty of seven-letter words to voice what you hope you’ll be doing there soon.
“Yeah. Ah did.” Applejack’s throat bulges, an attempt to say ‘please roll on back to the farm’ at the tip of her pierced tongue but going no further. She wants to see all the cards you’ve put up your sleeves before daring to be that type of sister. “Did… did Scootaloo help you with that new ride ya got?”
“... a little, yeah. But ya know me, sis. Always put in the extra touch.” From races, to pit fights, that new contraption of yours tackled them all. Sleek and humming beautifully under you as a bike one second, a solid steel shell around you the next as a battlesuit. And you know it’s fitting; Canterlot City, despite its constant grip by megacorps, gangs, and Royal Sisters alike, prides modularity above all else.
It feels like one of an increasingly lengthy list of things the city and you now have in common.
Even now, the light rips and tears in your clothes - ones not there when you first made your way through the ranks of this gang - cry for the thread and needle of dear Granny Smith. But then you remember just why it was that Applejack’s here, and all the frightening coughs that wracked your poor granny, and your grit your teeth so Applejack doesn’t know how much it hurts inside that only one muscle-bound big brother is all that stands between Apple Acres and apocalypse.
“By the way, is… she okay?” Applejack’s hand absently drifts to another envelope packed full of bits on the table. The beautiful, quill-written handwriting over it makes your heart throb. “Ah try to send as much as I can back home, but… wait, have you been skimming now, Bloom?”
You want to smack yourself for forgetting about that. Goodness gracious, what else do you think helped pay for the scrap that made your mecha-cycle?
“O-only after Ah made sure the family funds were taken care of!“ You stammer, and immediately feel like you are half your age again just for thinking it. Great, twenty years old and you're still blushing redder than your mane. “I didn’t even miss a day of school! Not one!”
Applejack’s shoulders, after a while that’s so long it’s like an eternity, sag relievedly. “Alright. Yeah….” she sighs, relievedly. “That’s good. S’good on ya that you… consider the future. You know. A good future.”
Again, ‘but why did it have to be my future you chose’ lodges in Applejacks’s throat. And cute as you find your big sister, head honcho for the Canterlot City underground, biting her tongue so… you really have to establish just how much has changed. Before your big sis starts trying to pretend otherwise.
Before the unhappiness that is creaking your big sis’s voice gives way to anger.
“Well, ya did make the rules, right?” you point out with a wink. “Thank you kindly for letting me get to this point on my own.” It’s a bit teasing, sure, but mostly serious - so much of you was established in those races, those fights. Something hot and heard formed inside you this day, forged by the combat only the chaotic Canterlot City could provide.
So yeah - even if big sis couldn’t say no, letting you try was a gift all its own. Even if there was probably a part of Applejack that hoped you would have slunk home in failure a while back.
“But there’s still one lil’ step left,” you point out. “One last… initiation, Ah think.”
Welp, there’s Applejack’s hand, whipping off that note like it was on fire. Now she’s standing stiff in front of you, arms folded, almost daring you to confess. Something innocent little sisters - impossibly rare as they are in Canterlot - have to say.
But you’ve nothing to be ashamed about. Quite the contrary.
“Nopony’s fucked me yet.”
And you would think those four words were like laser bolts into Applejack’s chest, the way her breath sharply hitched. But it is the truth, buttressed by a rule you know Applejack has been trying her damndest to strike off the streets she runs.
For a gang, fucking only happens within a gang.
If not, you also know of the options - anypony outside this game, this pit of danger you all waltz in, have a grace period to make up their minds about that future. Either leave it behind, leave the gang behind… or make them a part of the gang. But in commitment to one form somepony on the outside, looking in? Like you are? Like you know your sis was, once upon a time?
That comes with proof of priority, both physical… and carnal.
“Don’t worry sis,” you ask, hoping to get some of the steely suspicious out of that pose your sister’s taking. “Not doing that with anypony here.” Your jaw works over your following words - you really like this new side of you, the one that can hang enough questions over the others that the answers keep them supporting you for more. But even now, honesty wins out. “Haven’t done so before, either.”
Success! Applejack looks less like a statue and more like a massively relieved mare. Mind, one that is covered in shockingly coat-tight leather and denim whose overall straps only hint at her far more humble origins.
“So that leads t’only one question - who should be the first?”
It’s rhetorical - listening to your sister’s advice is a thing you’ve been playing a bit fast and loose with, no question about that. She’s waiting for you to put down just what chip you have over the boss’s head - what edge you have over your big sis.
“You could just claim an unattached rookie as yours, but… well…” The question hangs, and likely will until Tartarus freezes over - because Applejack would not force that issue if there was a bat held at her skull. “Course, Ah could pick a few - lotta ponies in here looking for a leg up that cheered me on, after all.” And your big, burly sis likes that even less, muscles almost straining like she’s ready to rocket herself into any of these ‘ponies’ you’re mentioning, only needing a name to target. “Bet Ah even know which ones would make you lose it entirely!”
“Dangit, Bloom, Ah can jus-”
But Applejack stops there, mind realizing what this would demand from her. Like letting her gang know she had a sister. And that she only waited till she stared eyeing them up to let them through that. Even if the implied nepotism would carve her core out like a peeler, she could kiss the group unity she’s spent years building up goodbye.
And if that goes, the gang’s hopes of prevailing in this turf war in Cantelot City go with it.
“Startin’ ta look like Ah should pick a pony you don’t like, then.” Partnerless and prominent in this group’s ranks? Your threat, catty as it is as it falls from your shapely lips, holds weight large enough to snap this city off its lofty cliff. And your big sis knows it, as her hot blush and freckles make her look as ripe as the strawberries she hated. “I mean… look at how I’ve Bloomed, after all.”
The pun makes your cheeks burn a little hotter - but it's also a fine complement to the figure you show off to your sister. You’ve been blessed with her curvaceous figure too, your black leather hoodie opened just right to show the hints of your tied-up plaid shirt - and the plane of amber skin that ripples from rib to navel level. It damn near doubles as your bottom-wear too, though the hem shows the tattered rims of your jean shorts with the turtle you take.
And over the whole ensemble, wrapping over your limbs like it does your sister’s - glowing tattoos. Something taken from the cities’ endless streets, used to show you’re as hard as them; straight lines of blazing orange hug every dip of muscle, every athletic curve, on your body. Though, of course, Applejack’s abs stand out from her inked-up treatment.
It makes your next few words all the easier to utter.
“Might be easier if I just go with my backup choice for this here milestone.” You cock your hips, a sly smile growing on your maw. “Like… you.”
And you giggle loudly, a warm, belly-shaking noise that is in complete contrast to your sister’s doubling over. Her jaw’s dropping, her hat almost about to cover one of her eyes. It’s a hilarious sight, especially since you’re sure Applejack also sported it when you passed each test.
Or when you showed up at the warehouse that’s now this group’s base.
“Actually, don’t worry, sis,” you add. Again, gotta get the mood in the right place for this. “You’re the real first choice. An’ ya know I haveta. Either shown through a holo-recording…” Then her eyebrows flick up teasingly. “Or…”
“N-no way! Not in front’a the others!” Applejack slams that other option shut before you even finish your sentence. Nevertheless, your lips crinkle into a manure-munching grin at that; big sis isn’t starting off this with a refusal to bone you - just not to do so in the raw in front of everypony in the gang. “And… and ya don’t even have to go that far! We can just… fake a recording!”
You chuckle. That’s the Applejack you know and love: caught between two worlds, two ideologies, and still trying to stay true in some little way despite it all. It’s what makes Applejack - sorry, Big AJ - so looked up to, despite all her hardassery.
Of course, such attempts have their roadblocks, too.
“Sorry, sis. Lotta hackers in this group,” you titter, primping your scarlet mane. “Just one of ‘em prods enough at the video, and…”
Now it’s defeat making those shoulders slacken. “An’ if I hope it’s with some mare instead…” And that epiphany made Applejack's teeth grind. Yet, once again, she again isn’t saying no to this proposition you’ve got directly: just realizing she’s got few other options now. Especially when you know a ‘no’ from your fearsomely fit big sis can be felt all across the town she’s in, this is a dang… positive sign!
“Might as well cash in on that requirement, b’fore you finally get it struck down.” Honestly (there’s that word again!) you hope your sis wins out in Canterlot, and not just because she’s your sis. The sort of hospitality and support she offers to everypony in her squad is the stuff of legends, and you know that with enough time, the rulers of Canterlot will see it too. “But if you do it just before I get in… well, that’ll be a whole hill o’beans for ya, won’t it?”
Applejack relents again, even as you step closer to her. Now you can smell the spirit of victory, and its rank with cut apples and a hint of jasmine. You smile, and it’s almost as sweet as Applejack’s aroma - heh, guess she wasn’t as rejecting of Rarity’s ‘frou-frou’ gifts as the holovids made it seem.
Speaking of those vids… “Aw, come on, sis. Don’t go on pretendin’ you’re shy in front of a camera.” And then you flick up a finger, the tech called by its motion whirring to prismatic life on the screen behind your sister’s head. “Or that you’re shy ‘bout screwin’ whoever y’all like, neither.”
Even with the volume almost muted, AJ knows just whose sweat-slickened body is center stage on the screen behind her. Now you know you’ve hit AJ with something she didn’t think you knew. To be fair, AJ’s not center focus on that vid, the mare she’s bringing to orgasm, the wet squelches and purrs your big sis pulled from her mates like music to your ears.
AJ, for how little she likes what this shadowy side of Canterlot City has done to her, apparently can’t get enough of what she can do back. Giving as good as she’s got is what makes her such a hot topic.
To you, it’s also what makes her so… hot, in general.
And you see glimpses of that truth from under the twitching orange muscle, the burning blue stare. Between sisters, nothing is secret for long.
“Don’t worry, AJ.“ The word feels like sweet cider on your tongue now, “I like watching you work too.”
“...really?”
“Ya bet, big sis.” You’re probably the first family member that said this to AJ. True, you’re also likely the only Apple family member that knows about it. But that it’s happening at all, that acceptance is showing itself before her like the sexual dominance is playing out behind AJ makes her fingers bunch in her jean loops gratefully. “And you still treasure commitment above all else. S’only fair I do too.”
That you’re saying this almost face-to-face to Applejack makes this all the more titillating.
“You do so much for me… and never ask for, or get, anything from it.”
A step closer and you can feel the heat billowing off of her, to match the harsh light of the TV before you. Her hand reaches up - to block you off? No…it caresses your cheek - and you capture her hand in yours in short order.
“So for once… just let me guarantee you do get somethin’. Somethin’ ah can only give once. Somethin’ you’re a lot better at than you’re willin’ ta boast about.” Your fingers ghosted over those slick, tatted-up abs, a purr rising in your throat as something fiery grew in your sister’s expression. It drove a shiver down your spine, and right then and there you decided you wanted her looking at you like that a lot more.
One of those firm orange hands of hers, hardened from farmwork and street life in equal measure, dug firmly into your shorts-clad ass, driving a squeak from your lips as she pulled you real close-like. “Reason ah don’t boast is cuz ah let results speak for themselves.”
A flicker of hesitancy rose in her eyes as her fingers paused in their groping for a moment, as if realizing she’d let herself run away a bit. Her last iota of resistance from crossing that irreversible gap between you, that point where you’d forever stop being sisters and start being more, was sweet to savor. You’d made up your mind on the taboo long ago, and it would only be a matter of time before your stalwart sister succumbed…
Up close, you certainly found out why she was called Big AJ around here. Your head only came up to her breast level – not that that was something to complain about – and your own exposed, muscular midriff was at the perfect height to grind up against that awe-inspiring bulge beneath her leathers.
Suddenly you weren’t so sure of the wisdom of egging her on…a realization that was swiftly vindicated as she wrapped your upper body tightly in her bear-trap embrace, melding your body against hers as her hips ground her bulge into you with all the subtlety of a rock crusher.
“You sure you can handle me, li’l sis?” AJ’s voice, gravelly and heavy with lustful intent, made your thighs rub together through its sheer presence alone. “Ah’ve left more’n one mare broken an’ screamin’.”
Boldly, you reached down, caressing her quivering, caged beast teasingly as your heart thundered in your chest. Damned if you weren’t completely out of your league at this, but damned if you didn’t want to take it as far as it could ever fuckin’ go. In more ways than one.
“Ah’m an Apple mare. Ah can handle it.” That much was true, at least. Big Mac, and AJ herself, were proof enough that the whole family was built different.
Turns out that was all the prompting AJ needed to dive one deft hand down the front of your shorts, popping out the button as she drilled two fingers into your G-spot suddenly enough that it nearly made you collapse in starry-eyed delirium.
It was only the beginning salvo of her offensive, though. AJ’s other hand reached for her belt buckle, releasing in a hasty clatter as uncountable inches of her pride-and-joy sprung forth from her loins, standing as tall, juicy, and ripe as an apple tree in harvest season. And of course, would it be complete without those apple-sized cum-sacks dangling underneath, veiny and twitching and
You’d never seen – or smelled – anything remotely like it before. It's every quivering, sweaty, steaming detail sizzled in your head like a branding iron to the brain. Without even thinking, your found yourself collapsing to your knees before it, jaw hanging limp as your entire being quivered with need.
Without hesitation, you draw your older sister’s pants further down her thighs, exposing her waist further as those hefty twin apples of hers quivered before your greedy eyes. You found yourself leaning in towards the source of that intoxicating scent, and before you even realized what you were doing, your muzzle was buried in the perfect spot between her ponderous length and immense nuts.
If the stench of your sister’s cock was enticing before, it was overpowering now, overriding your every thought and action with raunchy ideas of the many ways you could take her. A firm hand plunging right into your red mop of mane reminded you that it’d be more like her taking you.
But, it wasn’t like you had a problem with that outcome! After all, this is what you’ve wanted to show for a while. That for once, AJ can lean on you, depend on you, not just as a sister but as a peer. Someone as determined, as multifaceted, as talented as her.
So, you let your tongue make that slow climb for AJ’s sake - right up the length of her virile pillar of cockflesh. Your journey is messy and sloppy, as much drool pooling in the slight valley between your lemon-colored tits as it does AJ’s cock. But you savor the feast all the same, the salty taste and fuckmusk sending your nerves into overdrive.
“S…shooot…” And there’s AJ’s voice, low and husky, ready to help your hearing reach the same ecstatic highs as your senses of taste and smell. “D’didn’t know you were this good at…”
The sentence trails off into a throaty gasp as your teeth playfully nip at the head of her cock. But you know where it’s heading, and it makes you grin hotly against the head of the dick you’re planning to devour. You’re suddenly happy there’s a camera here, even if you’re only planning to show the part of this session where you take AJ’s scorching seed down your throat.
Somehow, you’ve a feeling your big sis will need more visual proof to believe this happened.
Holy fuck, AJ really doesn’t know all of just what lurks behind your perky face yet, does she? The confusion, the need, clashing like crazy behind her freckled cheeks - it’s so hot that you’re the cause of it!
AJ knows - knows - it’s her dear sister on her knees, tongue twirling lewdly around the tip of her cock like it’s a lollipop. So much older than when last she met you, despite the still-nubile body as you tweak your nipples and moan hot air onto her cock. So far removed from that scrap of a filly AJ left on that farm to tame a different range, one full of steel towers and steelier hearts Now… well, the frenzied jumps of your sis’s length show how appreciative she is of the grown-up you.
She’s not alone, you want to say. You have problems squaring that circle sometimes, yourself.
But this is about leaving that past behind. Leaving that little, inexperienced waif known as Apple Bloom back on that oh-so-distant farm.
Now it’s just you.
And her.
And the sinfully amazing feel of her cock bulging your throat out, as you finally take her into your mouth.
Your sis’s hips strain as they jerk into your saliva-soaked gullet, with so much appetizing muscle straining around your eyes. Slowly, you slurp and suckle on her, knowing before long that humid air filling your mouth will be a rare find soon. It's a bit of an effort, but you finally tease that meatstick out of its sheath, allowing you to really feel her as she slides into your mouth. She’s swelling even more than when you were stroking her, and a wellspring of pride shoots through you at that feat.
You don’t dare pull back from the challenge throbbing between your lips now. This is the real Applejack here, the one that prides herself on the dominance she erects - pun fully intended - by her very presence. The city didn’t make this but it dang sure is receptive to it.
Right now though, Applejack is a purring mess right now, hands squishing the areolas of her now-bared breasts. You don’t know when she even shucked off the shirt, but the sight of such massive milk jugs oozing sound her fingers makes you impale yourself more on her maremeat. Hot shclorping sounds make both of your ears twice, and it is soon complemented by a sugar-sweet pop as you pass another milestone - that medial ring is now past your eager lips.
And with your snout tickling the puff of hair just above that seed-stuffed obelisk of AJ’s you’re worshipping, you might drown in AJ’s musk before you do in her cum.
So you set to work, guiding your motions back and forth on AJ’s cock in turn with her hand. It’s still knotted tightly in your scarlet mane, and the feel of your hair straining in her grasp- and your throat following suit due to the mare-wrecking member pumping in and out of it. You can feel the slight sparks of pain from when AJ’s need to deepthroat you exceeds her dwindling reserves of sanity, but she always ruffles it caringly after, and you gurgle happily in response.
“Shit, Bloo-oh!” AJ’s face twists in bliss, hips now joining in the attempt to lodge herself in your throat. “D-don’t stop! Ah… Ah need this.”
You pull off her dick with a messy spray of saliva. “Damn right.” Then you’re back on the cock, and your world becomes nothing but the smooth plants of orange of your big sis’s heavenly body.
Not like it wasn’t centered on AJ before - what with how little of a chance until now you’ve ever seen any mare naked, much less AJ. But you’re making up for lost time and then some - getting into the coolest gang in Canterlot City by gagging on the girth of your strapping dick-swinging sibling.
Now Applejace’s mane-buried hand and thighs wind more demandingly around you, your sis fucking your face so thoroughly you can see stars dance in your vision. Or maybe it’s the TV? Either way, it’s exhilarating, more than any race you’ve been in, and you’re grateful for the feel of such hot meat greeting your gullet. And it’s a hell of a job for her to do this; she’s so tightly packed in your drooling mouth that you can feel the contour of every vein on her ramrod.
One vein in particular, a trembling liquid-filled thing thrumming hard from stem to tip of her cock, gets your motor running - it’s AJ’s cum vein and it means she’s close. And in that little snakelike trail on AJ’s cock, honesty rears its sexy, blonde-maned head again - what you’ve wanted in this gang for, what AJ wants to keep thrusting into you for. Even if it’s to try and get you so wrecked by her ponderous prick that you reconsider this path you’re on, you chase that climax like it’s a lifeline.
Your tongue, cramped as it is, laps at that cum-vein, you kiss her tip every time it retreats from your throat, and you cradle AJ’s bare flank with one hand, then her testes with the other. More plush, but tendon-thick orange skin billows around eager Apple family fingers, and Applejack’s incoherent shouts of ecstasy are your thanks for it.
“Bloom oh fuck!- Ah’m gonna-gonna~”
Her orgasm beats her to the punch, blasting into your mouth with such force you have to swallow to keep it from getting you your snout. Thankfully, Appljeack’s vibrating hips re-loge her in your throat, just the way you like it, and the rest of that creamy-white chowder finds its way home. Ayep, that’s your sis blowing a heavy load in your belly, giving you a warm, healthy paunch.
Over and over, those thick ropes sizzle and splatter every inch of your insides, and you stare up gratefully at AJ for it. Your fingers grind harder into her hips and cum sacks as if to squeeze more seed from her than her dick’s already firehosing into you.
But eventually, even your questing digits make AJ reach her limit. She pulls back from your mouth, still appetizingly hard but sweating up a storm under the scraps of clothes she still has on her. As you lick your lips of the specks of sperm still stuck to them, your eyes are magnetized to the heaves of her chest, AJ trying to get back air into her lungs as if she’s the one who was nearly choked out on a near-foot-and-a-half-long marvelous marecock.
“So…” You gasp out, your own voice harsh and raspy from the way your throat’s been treated. “Think ya sis’s too soft for this life now?”
Your big sis - your muscle-bound, sexy-as-fuck sis - can only shake her head in response. More of her mane sticks to her neck at that motion, and you know you’re still not done yet.
With another snap of your fingers, your video drone clatters onto the desk, now in standby mode. What’s needed for the initiation is already secure. What you need for yourself - and your new beginning in Canterlot City - is still looming ahead.
Like you hope your big sis will be soon, right over your panting, snatch-stuffed body.
After all, this next part is something you have tried out before on the farm. Thank goodness for that full-length mirror in your room back at the Acres, its surface buffed to a flawless finish as part of your chores. And when your brother and granny were gone, that mirror shows something else flawless too; your body, taut and dainty, flipping into every raunchy position you’ve seen in those dirty Sapphire Shores mags you kept under the pillow.
Right now, however, you know which one suits you best.
You peel off the rest of your clothes doing it slowly to make sure your big sis has time to recover - and also eye up every inch of scrumptious amber skin you reveal. Then you crawl into the bed on all fours, turned away from AJ. You don’t think won’t be the case for long, though.
Especially with the next words you have in mind to goad her.
“Now, sis…” you com. “Ah will be having somepony’s cock in here before tonight's over. Who’s it gonna be?”
Yup. Doggystyle’s the way it’s gonna go down. Right here, you know every part of your still-developing body reaches its amorous apex. Your breasts hand low but don’t sag, two tight little melons that sway with your every move. Your back provides that perfect arch as you tilt your head back to stare at your sister, still stationary on the edge of her desk and caught between annoyance and arousal.
That balance tilts right in your favor when your tail flags - and the second wettest thing in this room is shown, waiting for the first wettest thing - AJ’s pre-foaming erection - to claim it. Your cute little pussy is almost shining in the neon light, the edge of your lower lips flaring out invitingly with every roll of your hips. It’s already winking, those sweet drops soaking into the light coverings of your big sis’s bed.
In a flash, your sis is right behind you; story of your life till Canterlot City, really. AJ’s arms wrap around you bringing her to her still-heaving chest as she pulls you to the edge of the bed. You can feel the raging heat of her loins, pressed right up against your plushy rump like it was meant to be welded there.
Then her breeding tool rubs a trail under your drooling depths, pulling you to the edge of desire-fueled delirium. You’ve never felt safer - or more aroused - than right now.
And then AJ’s third leg punches in.
Suddenly, that heat is yours as well. Your voice stutters out, first as a shocked gasp at how large your sister is, then into a trilling purr at how right it feels to be full of her. Her hands clutch at your chest amorously, her breath hot on your neck - she craves you, right down to the muscles milking her cock for all it’s worth.
Suddenly, your fingers stab at humid air, and that drone’s back to life, giving you r the view of AJ’s too buried into your neck to show you. She needs this so badly, doesn’t she? And yet, even now, the tension hangs steadily. AJ’s only slipped the head in - shockingly large as that feels between your soaked thighs - and her hips twitch with yours, you and her wondering if the other is bluffing even now.
“Ah’m not… a foal, AJ!” you hiss, paralyzed by pleasure as you are. “M….move already…”
And after a second, she does. AJ can’t not keep you happy for long, after all. In and out, your big sis plunges more of her length into your walls - the movement is slow, sure, but it’s satisfying to your long-laboring libido. Mmmm, it’s such a wonderful feeling too, the grind of that cock you’ve spent so long polishing as it pumps against your most intimate walls. You were meant to be this close to AJ, for as long as you so pant - not just physically, but sexually.
You’ve lost your virginity to AJ, and yet you feel like you’ve gained so much more. A spot at the table in this new gang, a chance to bring the friendship that made your home away from this home so wonderful here to Canterlot City.
And the second AJ picks up her thrusting speed, you realize just how much more of her you’re going to get. Good and hard.
Her balls are finally in the swing of things - ‘Literally’, you giggle to yourself in between your whorish moans - as they slap meatily against the bud of your clit. Electricity claps behind your eyelids, and AJ must be feeling it too because her grip on your nipples becomes iron-tight. It’s still a gradual build though - AJ’s not slamming you into this bed yet like the recording of her with her other mates on that TV behind you, she wants you to get used to this.
But you want that hard dicking. You want to show you can take all that AJ pushes against you with every thrust, and so does she, if her desperate panting is any clue. Your breasts are the ones jiggling in her grasp, but you’d rather it be your asscheeks clapping like crazy.
Thankfully, the second that medial ring makes its second trip into another of your drooling cock-holsters this night, AJ’s last reserves of restraint pop away too.
Both of your fall to the bed now, AJ still trying to brace herself on her elbows so as not to crush you. Those hips of hers, though, are a different story altogether; they hammer into your relentlessly, and the new angle as you’re now level with the mattress drives it right against your G-spot. Your vision is now full of surprisingly opulently quilts, the reds-and-yellows billowing like a cloud around your nostrils as your lolling tongue makes it damp.
“Yes! Yes! Faster! Don’t stop don’t stop don’t ev-ah!-ever buckin’-”
At this point, your cry for more’s already being fulfilled before you can even voice it out. Your pussy’s snug and salivating for the meat clogging it, the fresh-cut apple scent of your sis’s many is right in your face, you can feel her teeth worrying a set of hickeys on your neck, and the clapclapclap of your hips colliding is more musical than anything DJ-PON-3 could ever produce. Your senses are all being overwhelmed, all at once, and you know that this is what all that time waiting on the farm is for.
So you can go from the apple in your sis’s eye to the center of her now well-rocked world.
You’re an adult now - a full-grown mare - and giving your sister victories by daylight and orgasms by nighttime is just right.
Speaking of, you can feel that second one coming right up, your sis’s mammoth member locking her in you. Your climax is likely right behind her, your hips shuddering and teeth chattering in your rictus grin. And after getting a taste of that bittersweet batter - that manna of the gods you never knew you craved until right after you received it - you’d love her thick essence anywhere on you now. On your sweat-mottled back, on your mane-framed face.
But this time, it’s your indulgences that need fulfilling now.
“In me… cum in me…” you gasp out, lifting you and catching your sister in a slightly awkward kiss.
You hear your sinewy sister growl, more than say, “Ya got it, then,”, before her tongues twisting with yours in another heavy dance. Not to worry, though AJ - relax those shaking shoulders. Now it’s time to fill you right up to the lip of the jar with that jizz; wouldn’t do for a new recruit to be saddled with a foal on the cusp of her initiation, right?
Besides, you need that seed in you. You need it to not go to waste anywhere else. Not with the vice-lock your cunt has on that cock barreling in and out of it. Now you need to be spread wide with your big strong sis’s most honest gift.
Go ahead AJ, you think as the last barriers to your release crumble like so much apple-y pulp. Make it so you can’t ignore me anymore. Make my womb’s wettest wish a reality.
And that time, it’s right on time.
Your orgasm hits like a firetruck, hot juices sloshing onto the bed and your cradled thighs. Your hips swing and swivel, grinding your clit into the needed harshness of the comforter now that Aj’s sack is too latched to her crotch to tap it for you. Immediately after, AJ’s might orgasm swells you up but good - you feel so much sticky cum wedging inside your womb, packing into every nook and cranny of your cunt. It’s an eruption, an earth-shattering event that makes your eyes roll and your back arch. The scraping of everything - your sister’s erect tits, your own against the mattress, the slide of your mouths colliding into one another - only serves as flint-like sparks to your fire, taking you high and higher on your cloud of carnal bliss.
So much so that you come again, just as your sis’s hot load starts tapering off. More hot cream splashes over your legs and both of your thighs, propelled by your second helping of cunthoney as it fills out the spots within and outside your more-than-stuffed snatch. Slowly, they fill the places in your pussy that AJ’s once-ponderous length did, as it finally recedes with the hard night’s work it’s been doing.
Before you can ask AJ to do so your sister hauls herself out of your clit. The camera gets a very good shot at the whipped topping your sister’s poured into the spot between your legs, the twinkling white a perfect complement to the white spiderwebbing across your vision. You know what you’ll be studying the next time you’re in the buff before a mirror.
Well, assuming you’re alone when you’re having that pussy plunged, after all.
Your fingers feel like rubber as you snap and the drone powers off. “Ayep…” you whisper, and your sister’s ears perk to hear the sown, buried as your face is into the bed. “No farm-tilling for me in the immediate future, Ah reckon.”
“Nope…” AJ - no, Applejack - says, only your sister’s voice is that charming and grateful. “Ah guess not. “Guess Ah can never be rid of ya.”
Your nod puts that question to rest, much as your droopy eyelids want to follow them as your sister sidles in next to you on that seed-soaked bed. No, you don’t feel like leaving at all. The bright lights, the opportunity, the danger and mystique doing their temptuous tango behind every alley and building - Canterlot City’s too much of a draw for you to leave it. And with your sister and her gang behind you, you know you’ve nothing to fear.
Plus, the deep-dicking’s worth crusading for.
“Might have ta watch out, though…” Applejack pants, pulling you closer to her as she spoons you. “Don’t need ya heading back to Sweet Apple pregnant.” You can almost feel her eyebrow perk up from behind you, her mind whirring on that proposition now that lust isn’t clogging her mind about the ways to possibly still keep you safe. “Although…”
You shrug and nestle further into the crook of your sis’s neck. Point to her - a bun being slapped in your oven would make a trip back to Ponyville necessary. To be fair though, it would also make Applejack visiting necessary. Just to fend off the questions. And once the others were away… well, what was stopping your big, strapping sis from just fucking you more? Plowing you like the field outside your little bedroom’s window? S’not like Granny would be saying no to more little Apples running around the barn.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it, AJ,” you say giddily. “Might just have this city in the palm of our hands by the time we risk any’a that. ”
Then, your eyes flick over to the screen and another wave of your tech-manipulating fingers leaves you both in the nice, embracing dark of night.
“Claim it as fast as ya did me, sis… an\ it’ll be the most thrillin’ week of mah life.”