> A Summer day on the farm
>  by Fimbulvinter
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> Chapter 1
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Summer day on the farm



A/N: Aged CMC’s, Humanised.
All characters in this work of fiction are aged 18 or older.





“Applebloom, you gonna get up or not?” Applejacks voice carried over from the doorway as I struggled to snuggle further into my bed sheets. We had just finished with the apple harvest and I wanted to get a few more minutes of sleep when I could.

“Applebloom, move your caboose,” Granny Smith’s voice quickly followed Applejack’s and I knew that I was going to have to abandon my plans of not getting up today. 

“Ain’t nothin’ ta do today. Why do I gotta get up?” I muttered, trying in vain to convince them to let me stay in. As it always was with these matters, my bed was at its most comfortable right at that second, caressing me with its soft touch and whispering sweet nothings about the dream I could be having right now.

“Because ya got Sweetie Belle coming over in about 15 minutes, and ah ain’t havin’ ya still in bed when she turns up,” Applejack replied. 

That got a response from me. I had totally forgotten that Sweetie was meant to be coming over today. We were meant to be going to the swimming hole so we could work on our tans. Giving my pillow one last hug, I got my frizzy red haired head out of bed and staggered over towards the door to my bedroom, grabbing my hair bow as I went. 

I passed Applejack out in the hallway, giving her a bleary eyed look as I marched down towards the shower. She in return gave me a smile that was far too chipper for the time of day. No doubt she had been up since the dawn and was already on her third cup of coffee for the day. 

As I approached the bathroom, I could hear the sounds of Big Macintosh gargling water, and sure enough as I went to open the door, he emerged wiping the remains of some toothpaste from his lips. Big Mac was a very tall and powerfully built man, and like every morning he had neglected to put a shirt on over his broad muscled chest. Rock hard abs and pectorals that looked like they could crush stone greeted me as I pushed up against the side of the wall while he passed through, pausing a moment to give my already tousled hair a quick rub. I squirmed under his hand, but I liked it. It showed that he cared about me.

Finally I was able to reach the bathroom and locked the door behind me. While much of the house was fairly rustic in its design – wooden floors and walls, an old style oven and refrigerator; the bathroom was a noticeably modern fixture. White slate marbles lined the floor here, a very large bathtub that was also outfitted with a few spa jets, though only I ever seemed to use them, and most important, a shower that could fit two people in a pinch. 

With the door locked behind me, I quickly disrobed and prepared to take my morning shower. As I went towards the shower, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror hanging over the sink. Having been born into a life of manual labour on a farm, my body was very toned; not to the same degree as Big Mac’s or Applejacks, but I had a respectable layer of muscle around my abs, certainly no flabby gut to be seen. 

The main feature that I looked at however were my breasts. In the last couple of years, ever since I had turned 16, my body had been filling out significantly. For a long time I had been left behind my friends in that I still had a pair of tiny mosquito bite breasts, almost not worth putting on a bra in the morning for. Sweetie Belle had followed in her sister’s footsteps in that she had filled out very quickly, a fact that was not lost on the boys in our school classes. At 18, going on 19, she now filled a D-cup bra, and often had little issue in showing off a little bit of cleavage now and then. Scootaloo on the other hand had retained a very small body, and generally appeared to be quite flat chested. She said that was good, as she needed to retain a very slim physique for her job as an acrobat.

My own breasts fell a bit shorter than Sweetie’s, a solid C-cup size. Enough for me to grab a handful of each one when I wanted to. Each mound of flesh was firm to my touch and I knew that my nipples would poke out hard if I got them aroused enough. 

Cupping my breasts between my hands, I leaned forwards and gave one of them a quick lick, the motion leaving a tingling feeling as my tongue dragged its way across my nipples for a moment. I closed my eyes and imagined that it was really some handsome boy doing that. He would lick and caress my body with his tongue, then he would tease me before going lower and part my legs before burying his tongue deep into my snatch. He would pleasure me until I came, squirting my juices all over his tongue and face. And then he would wait until I was ready again. Only then would he ask if he could penetrate me. I could imagine him laying me down on my bed, his thick meat pressing up against us both as he began to slide himself inside of me, taking me to reaches of pleasure that I had never experienced before. 

Almost without noticing, one of my hands began to stroke myself, a damp spot beginning to form between my legs as I pleasured myself to my fantasy.

Gently my hand made its way lower and one of my fingers extended itself and began to probe forward, inserting itself inside my cleft up to the second knuckle. I hissed slightly as I felt my pussy begin to clamp down around my digit, milking it as I pumped it in and out, spreading my wetness down my fingers and dripping onto the tiled floor of the bathroom. 

While one of my hands went to town on my pussy, my other one was slithering over my naked body, teasing my nipples into a hard and erect state, pinching my round mounds or rubbing my firm and toned chest.

A loud knock broke my concentration and brought me back to the real world. I turned to the door and made sure that I had locked it, which I had done.

“Applebloom, get a move on. Sweetie Belle is going to be here any moment now. Ah don’t hear no showerin' going on in there.” Applejack’s stern voice came through the door, muffled slightly. Ever since our parents had died when I was just an infant, Applejack had taken over the role of mother to me and acted as the primary manager for our farm. Big Mac was a strong worker and a loving brother, but he wasn’t a very smart when it came to business matters. 

“Alright already. Hold ya horses for a minute,” I yelled back as I stepped into the shower. Twisting the taps on, I was quickly engulfed in a cascade of lukewarm water and had to jump out again until the water had heated up enough for me to comfortable under it again. 

Once the water had heated up I got back in and lathered up my body with the soaps we kept on hand. Each of us had our own soaps, and mine was treated to keep my skin soft for as long as I could. I know that when I have to start work on the farm full time, I’m going to have to develop some calluses but I can dream right?

The warm water came down in a steady stream and it quickly managed to run between my thighs and stimulated my clit again. I wanted to continue where I had left off before getting in, but Applejack was hounding me. I would just have to wait until I could find some time along tonight. At least Sweetie would be able to distract me for a while. 

I scrubbed all over until I felt that I was clean, or at least as clean as I was going to get with Applejack knocking on the door every few seconds. Finally I couldn’t take it any more and got out. Shutting off the shower, I wrapped myself in a large towel and opened the door to find Applejack waiting for me. 

“’Bout time. Now hurry on and get dressed. Sweetie will be here any moment and I gotta get to work on the barn already,” she said, pushing past me and entering the bathroom before shutting the door in my face. 

I huffed at Applejack but got moving to my room. Closing the door behind me I picked out my favourite sun bathing suit. It was a very revealing red bikini that Applejack hated, but it covered up just enough for modesty. Slipping it on, I had to jiggle the top over my breasts until it sat comfortably enough. It pressed tightly enough that my still slightly hardened nipples were poking out. To cover that, I shoved on some old shapeless shirt that covered me from the navel up.

Distantly, I could hear the sound of humming, and looking out the window I could see Sweetie Belle walking down the dirt path through the orchard towards the house. I could make out that she had a small tote bag over her shoulder. She always did like to bring her own tanning butters and oils with her. 

Packing up a towel and my own lotions for tanning, I finished up getting ready, dragging a comb through my hair to try to get the tangles under control before picking up my red hair bow and clipping it in. By the time I was done, Sweetie had made it all the way up the path and was knocking on the door. 

“Hey AB, you in there?” she called out.

“I’m ah commin’, sheesh,” I called back and made my way downstairs and towards the front door. Applejack was already nearing the door, somehow having managed to have her shower, dress herself and get all the way downstairs in the time it took me to throw on a set of clothes and brush my hair. Maybe there was some truth to the rumour that I was becoming more like Sweetie and Rarity; all fussy and prim.  

Applejack opened the door to reveal a broadly smiling Sweetie Belle. She was dressed in a tightly fitting tee-shirt and skin tight shorts that showed off her trim figure. Applejack gave her a once over, but didn’t say anything. If her parents had allowed her out looking like this, then it wasn’t really her place to comment. That didn’t mean she had to approve of it. 

“Gosh, you look great Sweetie,” I said. I actually meant it. Seeing her like this, I understood why all the boys in school had been chasing after her lately. 

Sweetie blushed slightly and put a hand up to stifle a slight giggle. “Thanks Applebloom, you look good too.”

Applejack gave me a quick tousle of my hair, messing it up again from the quick brush I have given it earlier. “Well you two have fun, whatever it is you are doing. I gotta get started on that there barn, it ain’t gonna fix itself. Seeya at lunch Sugarcube.”

Applejack picked up her dusty and battered Stetson and went outside to meet Mac. He already had a tool chest and a ladder under one arm. They both walked off towards the hay barn where we kept most of our fodder. It had taken a beating during the last set of storms, and Applejack and Big Mac had put time aside to fix it up today. 

Fortunately, I wasn’t needed for that job, and Sweetie Belle and I were going over to the pond to go sunbathing. “Well, let’s get going already,” Sweetie pouted. She was not a patient person when it came to her relaxation time.

“Jus’ give me a second,” I said, turning to grab my towel and lotions.

As I grabbed my stuff, Sweetie practically dragged me out of the house, clamping down on my wrist with her hands a pulling me along with all her strength. I managed to free my hand as we passed by the barn; Applejack and Big Mac were already taking mallets to some of the more rotten beams. Sweetie set a quick march through the orchards, and we made very good time towards the clubhouse.

We weren’t headed for the clubhouse itself, but to the swimming pond that was located nearby. There we would be able to soak up the rays of Celestia’s sun and take a quick dip if it got too hot. It was also a perfectly secluded section of the farm, well away from any prying eyes. Aside from our clubhouse, there was nothing of interest on this section of the farm and Applejack and Big Mac had both promised to stay out unless they asked me first. 

Sweetie and I walked through the now barren orchards and past the line of Zap Apple trees. It would be several months before the next season for them came around, and the trunks were totally bare of any signs of life. Sweetie looked at one of the trees and shuddered, most likely remembering the time that she tried to harvest the apples a little bit early. She wound up with a very nasty electrical shock when she tried that; made her hair stand on end for days. Scootaloo had had a good laugh out of that one.

Getting past the Zap Apple grove, we reached the clearing where the clubhouse was. The actual house itself was looking a bit run down again; we hadn’t actually used it for anything serious for several years. Now it was mostly used for storage of all our old ideas and half baked inventions, and as Scootaloo's private shrine to all things Rainbow Dash 

Sweetie didn’t seem to notice it however, as her eyes were focused on the lush looking grass right next to the waters edge. It was a perfect spot – no trees to block the sun, right next to the water if you wanted to dip your feet in, and the clubhouse was just a moment away if it became too hot to stay out. On the other side of the pond there was a rope swing with a tyre attached to it. We had used that swing a lot in our younger days. Now it just hung there as a silent testament to our youth.

Sweetie rushed ahead of me and quickly pulled out her towel and put it on the grass. Where my towel was just the first one I could find that was clean – it was a red and orange one with some green polka-dots; Sweetie’s was a work or art. An intricate design of a rising dragon had been woven into the face and it looked like it would be very soft to lie on. 

I whipped out my own towel and put it on the ground next to Sweetie’s. Next to hers, it did look like an old towel that was missing a few threads, but it was still a perfectly good towel so I didn’t care about it too much.

Rather than settle down onto her towel and get ready to start baking, Sweetie kept on searching through her bag, clearly looking for something.

“Hey Applebloom, can you keep a secret?” Sweetie asked once she apparently found what it was that she was looking for. She darted her eyes around, as if trying to make sure that we were alone.

I shrugged at her. “Sure ah guess. What is it?”

Sweetie dug around in her bag for a moment before pulling something out. She showed me a very small lime green micro kini, the entire garment nothing more than a few inches of cloth held together by strands of string so thin it looked like it would bust open the moment anyone actually tried to put in on. 

“What do you think Applebloom? Do you like it?” Sweetie Belle asked me, showing off the bikini from every angle. Not that there was much to see. My hair ribbon likely had more material in it than the entire thing. 

That said I did kinda like it. It matched her eyes well and would certainly show off her well endowed form.

“Wow Sweetie Belle. How did you convince your parents to buy that for you?”

Sweetie blushed a little, her milky skin glowing a rosy red. “They don’t know. I’ve been saving up for it for months. You won’t tell them, will you?”

“Don’t worry, Ah won’t tell them. Now are we sunbathing or what?”

Sweetie nodded to me and we both began to strip out of our clothing. I had put on my bikini under my shapeless shirt, so I could just rip it off and be ready to go. I began to remove my top layer before grabbing my bottle of tanning lotion and settling back on my towel. 

Sweetie Belle however stripped off her shirt and shorts, revealing that she had nothing on under her clothing. This was not the first time I had ever seen Sweetie nude, but it was the first time since we had finished filling out. Freed from any kind of restraint, her breasts jiggled as she moved, each one a good size larger than my own, which were modestly covered under my red bikini top. I also noticed that she had shaven her pubic hair, leaving her entire body a perfectly smooth shade of light pink. 

She seemed to notice me staring at her and smirked a bit, wiggling her hips a little. “See anything you like?” she said before lying down next to me on her own towel. 

“Wait a second. Ain’t you gonna put that bikini on?” I asked as Sweetie began to rub tanning butter into her skin, the lotion giving her skin a golden sheen. 

“Why? No one is around to see us, and I hate tan lines. You uncomfortable with me being in the buff or something?”

“Ah guess not. Just seemed a little odd is all,” I replied, settling back down on my towel. From the corner of my eye I could still catch a glimpse of Sweetie’s naked body and just the sight of it triggered the memory of my unfulfilled orgasm while in the shower this morning. 

That’s crazy. I’ve never been attracted to girls before. But Sweetie Belle is a cutie. I thought, my head turning slightly to garner a better angle. 

Sweetie either didn’t or pretended not to notice my ogling of her body as she just closed her eyes and settled in, allowing the sun to soak into her skin. I eventually decided to follow suit and also just lay back on my towel, eager to pick up a few rays.

We must have stayed like that for about 20 minutes, until Sweetie spoke up in a slightly coy voice.

“Hey, why don’t you try nude bathing Applebloom? It’s really fun and feels great,” Sweetie’s voice cut through my thoughts. 

I wasn’t entirely sure about it. Applejack would flay the skin from my bones if she ever found out. “Ah don’t know Sweetie. If Applejack catches me, Ah will never hear the end of it.”

Sweetie rose up on one side, turning to face me and giving me an eyeful of her body again. Without thinking I started to stare at her uncovered chest. Sweetie saw me looking and squeezed her arms together, accentuating her already impressive bust.

Smiling broadly at me she wiggled her body, her jugs drawing me in with an almost hypnotic movement. “Go on Applebloom, give it a try. We’re both girls here, and no one else will come down here now. I dare you.”

Sweetie knew I couldn’t resist a dare and she slowly leaned forward and inserted one finger into the space between my covered tits, hooking her finger around the material and pulling it away. The feeling of her finger on my bare skin was electric; it left a tingle all along my skin wherever it touched as she removed my bikini top and exposed my chest to the outside world for the first time in a long time. 

The feel of the breeze on my breasts and the undeniable sexiness of Sweetie’s body was almost more that I could take. I was doubly glad that I was still wearing my bikini bottoms as they were the only thing that was hiding the glistening wetness now beginning to flow from my reawakened sex. The urge to shove a hand down there and begin clopping myself was almost irresistible, but I managed to do so as Sweetie finished untying my top and pulled it away from my body, fully exposing my top form to her wandering eyes.

Instinctively I tried to cover myself with my hands, but after a moment I realised that would be pointless. I didn’t have anything that Sweetie hadn’t seen already and I lowered my hands away from my chest, allowing her an unobstructed view of my body. Somewhere in the back of my mind, there was a voyeuristic thrill in allowing her to watch me. 

Sweetie ran her hands down my chest, just skimming past my breasts as she did so, her fingers zeroing in on my remaining panties and going for the string knots that held it all together. Before she could begin to undo them, I caught her hands in my own and stopped her. “NO,” I cried out, “Leave them on please. Ah-ah’m not ready for that now.” 

It was a feeble excuse that I had conjured up to try to hide my bodies increasingly aroused state. I didn’t want Sweetie to know just how much her naked body had turned me on; what it she thought I was a pervert and it ruined our friendship? It didn’t help matters that my nipples had reacted to Sweetie’s touch the only way they knew how and had hardened significantly. Sweetie looked over my body and saw what had happened, but said nothing. Shrugging she just lay back down next to me. 

“I’m sorry if I upset you AB,” Sweetie finally said as she rubbed a bit more lotion into her skin, paying extra attention to her curves and breasts. “It’s just that you have a really nice body and I got carried away.”

This was a first; Sweetie Belle complimenting me for my body. Normally it was the other way around. “Uh, Thanks?” I said, a little bit bashful.

“Can I ask you something AB?” Sweetie’s said, drawing my attention back to her goddess like body. By now, she had begun to develop a golden tan, changing her pale skin to a healthy looking light brown. The oils gave her skin a reflective sheen and it looked so tantalisingly soft. Part of me wanted to simply reach over and fondle her body, but I knew that I couldn’t do that.

“Sure ah suppose. What is it?” I replied, drinking in her sensuous body with unabashed interest. Sweetie Belle seemed not to mind showing off her flesh to me, even if I wasn’t as comfortable in doing the same back to her.

“Have you ever been with another girl?”

My eyes grew wide at the question. “No ah haven’t. What makes you think that?” 

Sweetie smiled as she indicated her own body. “Just the way you have been staring at me since we arrived here. Plus I can smell your pussy juices from here. I’m surprised that you have managed to hold off as long as you have. It’s alright Applebloom. You can go ahead.” 

As if to accentuate her permission, Sweetie sat up fully and spread her legs open, revealing that her treasure was almost as wet as mine was. Gently she slipped a finger inside her hole and began pumping in and out. Her other hand began stroking over her body, tweaking her breasts to hardness. 

I couldn’t look away from her erotic display as she masturbated herself directly in front of me; it was like a train wreck, you fear to look and yet cannot turn away. I wanted to join in, but I just couldn’t quite work up the nerve to do so. My pussy throbbed for attention with every beat of my heart. 

Sweetie’s pace increased as she lost herself in her own pleasure, and she quickly hit her peak, hips bucking and she arched her back, shoving her ample bosom in my face as she let out a high pitched yip. She jammed her fingers deeply inside herself and held them there as she twitched and spasmed all over her towel. Eventually she withdrew her fingers from her body, the digits now totally covered in her orgasm. 

Sweetie lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked off all her juices, smiling to me as she did so. 

A quick gust of wind brought me back to my senses and I realised that I had been staring at Sweetie for quite a while, my eyes locked on her glistening body and leaking pussy. I was sure that she could make out the saturation between my legs, but part of me no longer cared. 

Aw, screw it I thought and I lifted up my legs, allowing me to slide my panties off of my body. Sweetie’s gaze dropped to my clam as it came into view. As I had expected, it was just as wet as Sweetie’s and it had totally soaked through my bikini to leave a damp spot on my towel. 

Sweetie’s smile leaked desire as she looked over my now totally naked body. From the way she looked, I just had to know the answer to the question she had asked earlier.

From the look on her face, Sweetie was also clearly hoping that I would ask the question back at her. “What about you?” I obliged her, “Have you ever been with a girl before?”

“Once,” she admitted, blushing slightly under her tanning butter. “Ruby and I were hanging out last year and she managed to swipe some of her mothers booze. We kinda got carried away but it was one of the best experiences of my life, and I would do it again if the right girl was to show up.”

It didn’t need to be said that she was hoping that I was going to be that girl.

“Hey, lets go for a dip,” Sweetie said suddenly, kinda breaking the mood and pulling us both back to reality. 

I quickly agreed to her idea and reached to put on my bikini again. Sweetie slapped it out of my hand. 

“Why bother to put that on again? Why not just go skinny dipping?” she asked before pushing me into the water. 

I stumbled into the shallow water before tripping over and went head over heels into the water, landing with a slight thump on my butt, causing my legs to splay out slightly and splashing water all over me. The chill water caused my nipples to harden even more than they had been and I realised that from this angle, Sweetie had a perfect view of between my legs and the slight peach fuzz that covered it. 

Sweetie Belle grinned as she looked at my vagina and I didn’t bother to close my legs. By now we had both seen enough that it was no longer embarrassing to look at each others naked bodies anymore, not that Sweetie had ever been embarrassed to begin with. 

Instead she joined me in the water for a moment before jumping into one of the deeper sections of the pool, vanishing under the surface for a moment before coming back up and resting on her back. In her new position the only thing that was above the surface was her head and the tips of her tits which almost appeared to float on their own. 

“Waters great, you coming?” she asked as I just watched from my sitting position for a moment. 

I got up and adjusted my bow, making sure that it was secure before diving in myself, the cold water embracing my lithe body from every side. Even though it was just a thin piece of cloth, the lack of a bikini or any type of clothing made everything feel so much sharper than if I had been wearing something. I already knew that it would be a cold day in hell before I wore clothes to go swimming here again.

I emerged from the water and had to wipe my hair out of my eyes to find Sweetie treading water before me. The water had distorted her form slightly, but it was still easy to make out almost every detail of her gorgeous form and I was sure that she could see the same for mine. 

Just as I was able to clear out my vision, Sweetie dove under the surface again and a moment later I felt her hands begin to tickle all over my body. They were relentless, catching almost every part of my exposed skin and even rubbing over my breasts a few times, though these never lasted for more than a few seconds at a time. I was laughing all the while as she teased and tortured me mercilessly.

Not to be outdone, I had to return the favour, easily reaching all over her back and even managing to slap her upended ass once. I could see air bubbles emerge from Sweetie’s mouth as she laughed underwater. 

Sweetie burst up from under the water, gasping for air before quickly wrapping her arms around me as she began to tickle my back. In her haste, Sweetie’s breasts pressed up against mine, her erect nipples digging into my skin. The feeling of her soft mounds pressing up against my own was electric and I eagerly returned the favour, my hands continuing to tickle and stroke against her back and butt. 

From the expression on her face, Sweetie was enjoying this just as much as I was and for a moment our eyes met. That moment was all it took for all of her long suppressed desires to be etched into her expression, a lustful grin parting her mouth as the culmination of all of the days teasing. As I gazed into her deep green eyes, my own desires came out. I realised that I had been looking at Sweetie as more than a friend for years now, but I had never had the courage to admit it to myself until now. 

My hands made their way lower and grasped Sweetie’s firm ass, the globes of muscle soft under my touch. Sweetie’s hands matched my movements and out breasts mashed even harder together. Sweetie’s head closed in on mine and she closed her eyes just as our lips met.

Her tongue forced its way into my mouth, exploring my depths as my own did the same. Sweetie pushed me towards the edge of the swimming hole as out tongues duelled inside my mouth, Sweetie’s appendage eager to explore every nook and crevice. 

As we hit the edge of the hole, Sweetie separated her lips from mine and pushed me down until I was laying flat in the shallow water. Sweetie stood over me, showering my face and neck with sloppy kisses before she moved down and began to lick her way across my breasts. Gently she took each nipple into her mouth, suckling on them as if she was a new born babe. 

I shrieked as she sucked on my tits, her teeth lightly scraping against my skin and her tongue swirling over my rock hard nipples. My hands left her butt and began to slide over her body, exploring her supple flesh with a passion that surprised even me. My pussy ached for attention but I was enjoying Sweetie’s tender licks over my sensitive breasts far too much to actually do anything about it. 

Almost as if she could read my mind, Sweetie moved one of her hands down my body, gently tracing a path along my skin until she pressed up against my clam. I savoured the feeling as one of her fingers pushed up and parted my lips, penetrating my body. I gasped as she pressed a second finger into my body and I quickly copied her motion, two of my fingers nestling deep inside her jewel. The warmth of her treasure was a beautiful contrast to the coolness of the water.

My vaginal muscles quickly began to clamp down over her invading fingers and she slowly started to slide inside me, and I felt her cunt do the same to mine. My fingers were caught in a velvety vice, the rippling of her walls clear to me as I pushed as deep as my two fingers could go. 

Sweetie increased the pace of her finger fucking, her digits plunging into my body smoothly and each one brought me closer to the orgasm that had been eluding me all day. Almost as if she could tell just how pent up I was, Sweetie kept on pumping her hand into my pussy while suckling deeply on my tits. 

We were working up a froth in the water, but we didn’t care; lost as we were to the pleasure. With once final push inside me, Sweetie’s fingers grazed against my G-Spot and that was all I could take. I let out a long scream as my body tensed and arched under her delicate touch and my pussy spasmed around her questing fingers, expelling my pent up juices over her hand and into the water. Throughout it all, Sweetie didn’t stop her thrusting, jamming her fingers as deeply as she could and feeling my pussy clench around them.

My fingers slipped from her slit as I rode out my high and both my hands gripped the back of Sweetie’s head, forcing her to bite down harder on my tits. From the way that she kept swirling her tongue around my sensitive nipples and pumped her fingers inside my snatch, Sweetie didn’t mind.

Soon I was spent and I fell back into the shallow water panting, bringing one hand up to try to fan my face. Sweetie detached from by breasts and fell down along side me, one of her hands now gently stroking my clit rather than plunging inside. She brought her other hand, the one covered with my juices up to her mouth and she slowly inserted each finger into her mouth, sucking off my cum with clear pleasure. It was so sexy watching her lick her hands clean of my juice, to know that part of me was now inside her. 

“Oh, Sweet Celestia. That was just incredible. You were so good,” I said breathlessly, my eyes still glazed over from the afterglow of my orgasm. 

Sweetie got up and let her body rub up against mine, our breasts mashing up against each other again. “It gets better you know,” She said before snuggling her face up against my neck. “You willing to try something else?”

I nodded that I was and Sweetie got up to her feel and pulled me from the water. Looking at her naked body dripping with water would have made be cum if I hadn’t just done so a moment before. 

Sweetie led me over to out towels and sat me down on my towel. As I sat down she leaned forwards and planted another passionate kiss on my lips. It was just as intense as the first one she had shared, but it only lasted a moment before Sweetie broke it off and trailed her way down my body again. As she reached my navel, she pushed my legs open and I realised just what she had in plan for me.

There was a sudden flash of pleasure as Sweetie’s tongue made its first pass over my cunt. A deep moan escaped my lips as I felt her press in and begin to lovingly lick her way around my clit, teasing me and lapping up every drip of my cum that she could get. Her licks sped up and she pushed two of her fingers back into me as I spread my legs out wider, allowing her more access to my slit. 

Quickly a familiar feeling began to well up inside me and I realised that I was about to cum again. Sweetie could feel it to and just before I was able to get over, she shifted her tongue to the right and began licking up my thighs, denying me the release that I was begging for. 

When she felt that I had calmed down enough, Sweetie pulled her fingers out of me and rose up to present them to me. I eagerly took the glistening digits into my mouth, tasting my sex for the first time. It was sweet with a hint of apples. Not really surprising given how many of the things I tend to eat.

Distracted my the taste of my own juice, I didn’t notice Sweetie drop back below until I felt her tongue push its way into my snatch, my lips parting and allowing her unrestricted access to my tunnel. Both her hands rose up and began to fondle and tweak my breasts, stroking my supple flesh and kneading the round orbs like dough. 

The unexpected pleasure of her dexterous tongue penetrating my body sent me over the edge and my pussy contracted around her muscle. My lube squirted over her face, dousing her hair in a new layer of wetness. Sweetie didn’t pull back from my cascade, instead latching onto my clit and sucking as hard as she could, her tongue flicking my button as quickly as she could. 

I almost blacked out from the pleasure, seeing stars appear in the blue sky. My legs contracted together and trapped Sweetie’s head between them and my hands were running over every exposed piece of flesh I could find as wave after wave of intense pleasure racked my body. Shrieks of ecstasy escaped my lips as my orgasm drove right to the very core of my being, satisfying me in ways that I had never experienced before. 

Sweetie Belle slowly let go of my sizzling snatch, pulling her tongue back to lick off all my sticky goo from her face. I was just resting there, my eyes open but unseeing as I basked in the glow of my second orgasm for the day. Lacking the strength to get up, I could just lie there and watch as Sweetie crawled up my body and planted her lips on mine, her tongue pushing its way into my mouth and eagerly mingling with my own. Her mouth and tongue still carried the taste of my scent and it was intoxicating to me. 

Eagerly I licked all of my juices from her mouth and face, washing her clean of the exertions of the day. 

Soon she was clean and I felt strength begin to return to my body, enabling me to lift myself off of my back and move over to caress Sweetie’s form. For the first time I took one of Sweetie’s impressive melons into my mouth, my teeth closing around her nipple and sucking for all I was worth, my tongue flicking over every inch of skin I could find. 

Sweetie gasped as she felt me suck on her bare flesh and she pulled my head in closer, squishing my face between her impressive assets. My hands had taken on a life of their own, caressing and stroking whatever they could find. Every little yip or mewling sound that Sweetie made increased my confidence and soon I was motorboating between her tits, my face a constant source of activity. 

Sweetie was writhing on the ground, but she pushed me away from her for a second. I was terrified that I may have done something wrong.


Rather than try to push me away further, Sweetie lay back on her towel and spread her legs wide, giving me an unhindered view of her dripping sex. Using both her hands she opened her lips while gently flicker her engorged clit. “Please AB, I want you. Eat me. Eat me out now.” Her voice was breathy and low, filled with sexual desire. 

It was easily the sexiest view I had ever seen and I dove right in, forgetting my earlier hesitation and pushing my tongue right up into her snatch as deep as I could. 

Sweetie’s taste burst forth onto my tongue as I lapped from her velvety font, her glorious nectar hot a sticky but also smooth and sweet. Sweetie Belle writhed and squirmed under my touch and I felt her hands grab hold of the back of my head and push me even harder against her body. 

Her slit dribbled its precious juices over my mouth and face, and I eagerly swallowed every drop that I could. Dimly I wondered why I had waited so long to try this with another girl 

Sweetie was in heaven, judging by the wide variety of noises that she was making, most of them adorable. She was twitching under the touch of my tongue and bucking her hips like there was no tomorrow. 

“Oh Applebloom, I’ve wanted to do this for years. Fuck me please, fuck me hard,” she pleaded. I hardly needed anymore convincing and redoubled my efforts on her snatch, shoving a finger in for good measure and feeling her walls open and stretch out to accommodate the new visitor. 

I kept licking and sucking on her slit, trying to coax out every drip of her fragrant wine that she could produce. Her clit was puffed up and an easy prey for my tongue. I even gently scraped my teeth over her fleshy bulb, which elicited a new round of moans and yips from her. 

Shortly I noticed that Sweetie’s breath was becoming ragged and she was tensing up. I could guess was what about to happen and I dove in hard, eager to bring her to the same levels of pleasure that she had bestowed on me.

Sweetie’s dam burst forth like a raging torrent of water and she let out a guttural scream; a shout of pure basal pleasure. Liquids squirted out from her twitching cleft, splattering my face and tongue with her sacred wine. Each twitch left a new gust of juice dribbling its way down my chin and it was all I could do to swallow and try to keep up with her flow.

Just when it seemed that I was to drown in her cum, Sweetie’s orgasm subsided and she stopped squirting liquid. Her body ceased its spasming and she lay back on her drenched towel exhausted. I knew just how she must be feeling right now, but I wasn’t done yet. There was still one more thing that I wanted to try.

Giving Sweetie’s pussy one more lick, I lifted her bottom off of the ground and positioned her so that her opening pointed to the sky and I climbed on top of her.

I shifted my body and sat back down on Sweetie so that our pussies met in a scissoring motion, each of out clits mashed together. Each time our bodies came together, our clits rubbed and we could feel the tingle of electric pleasure coursing through out bodies. We rapidly increased the friction and force of our meetings, bringing us to new heights of pleasure. The combined thrusting and sliding was a new level of bliss; I couldn’t think of anything else that could have brought me more pleasure that what we were doing right now. As we both neared our climaxes our actions became more frenzied and our shouts became more primal.

Sweetie Belle came first, her body shuddering hard under mine and her eyes rolling back into her head as she cried out in a wordless scream of pleasure. I followed quickly; the convulsions of Sweetie’s nethers triggering my own release. Our cunts released our cum which mingled into a single mass and ran down our legs to soak into the fabric of our towels again, drenching the fibres and staining the colours with orgasmic runoff. 

Sweetie collapsed onto the ground first, and I followed suit, using her ample rack as a pillow. One of Sweetie’s hands began to gently stroke my hair as we lay there, and I felt a sense of peace and love rivalled only by when I had spent time out with my family. Slowly, I reached up and locked lips with her and we both relaxed into it, a deep sensual kiss that lacked the frenzied passion of our earlier lovemaking but it seemed to go so much further. 



Sweetie and I lay there for I don’t know how long, our arms wrapped around each other and our mouths joined at the lips, staring into each others eyes. It could have been a few moments, it could have been hours. It was only when we felt a shadow draw over us that we broke apart and returned to the world around us. 

For a second, I was afraid that Applejack had found us, but we quickly realised that it was just the sun going behind a cloud. Judging from its position, it was about noon so we had to be getting back for lunch.

I got up first and dropped a hand to help Sweetie up. She looked totally dishevelled, her body flustered and covered in sweat and our combined cum. Her normally beautiful hair was a tangled mess, matted together and sticking out in every direction. I was willing to bet that I looked almost the same as her. Still, I thought that she looked amazing splattered in the remains of our passion, but we had to clean off before we returned home.

We both jumped back into the cool water of the pond and began to scrub ourselves clean. Sweetie quickly came over and started to clean my skin for me, and I didn’t resist. She rinsed my body, paying extra attention to my breasts and even touching my pussy once or twice, but it wasn’t the set up for another round, it was just a quick tease.

Soon I was clean, and I returned the favour to Sweetie. I washed her hair and cleaned off her body. By the time we were done, her nubile form was as sparkling as the moment she had arrived. 

Reluctantly we got out of the pond and made our way back to our clothes, which had lain there undisturbed since we had thrown them off. Sweetie wiggled her way back into her tight top and pants, while I slipped back on my bikini top and bottoms before throwing on the old shirt that I had brought. 

I was sad to watch Sweetie cover herself, but she came up and wrapped her arms around me again, giving me a lasting kiss once again. When she broke it, she looked deep into my eyes.

“I had a really great time today Applebloom. Can we do this again?”

I nodded without hesitation at her suggestion. ‘I’d like that, but can we keep this a secret for now? My family wouldn’t understand.”

Sweetie nodded in sympathy. She knew exactly what I meant. Granny Smith, while a kind and loving grandmother, wasn’t exactly the most progressive thinker. 

“Don’t worry AB, I won’t tell if you won’t. We can be secret girlfriends.”

That brought me up short. Sweetie really considered me to be her girlfriend? I thought about that for a moment before deciding that I liked the sound of that. Applebloom, Sweetie’s girlfriend. Yea that sounded nice.



We finished packing up our things and trudged off towards the homestead. As the house came into view, we both caught the smells of a delicious, mouth watering stew wafting through the air. Our stomachs gave a loud gurgle and we both realised just how hungry we were.

“I guess we did burn off a lot of calories today,” Sweetie chuckled as we reached the door to the house. 

Sitting inside were Applejack and Big Mac, both looking sweaty and slightly worn out. They looked like they had just done a full mornings worth of hard work, which they had. 

Applejack looked delighted to see us though. “The barn’s commin’ along great. You two have a nice time out there at tha pond?”

We both nodded at her instantly. 

If only she knew just how nice a time we had had…  

> Chapter 2
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Chapter 2


Sweetie Belle dragged me into her room in the upstairs section of her sister’s boutique. While she didn’t live there on a constant basis, her parents often had to go out of town on business trips and Rarity had generously offered to host her sister whenever Pearl and Magnum were away. 

Sweetie had the manic grin on her face that indicated to me that she wasn’t just wanting to show me a new dress. I was more than willing to go along with her plan if it led where I was hoping it would go.

It had been two weeks since Sweetie Belle and I had begun secret relationship behind the backs of everybody in Ponyville. It had all started during a day of sunbathing and had led up to this point. Sweetie was giggling as she pulled me into her room, slamming the door shut behind us.

Within moments, we had both shed most of our clothes and locked lips together. Our hands were grabbing and stroking every inch of the others body, trying to remove the last shreds of clothing while we shuffled our way over towards her queen sized bed. 

Sweetie broke away from me long enough to unclip her bra and lay back on the bed, opening her legs and sliding her panties off to one side to reveal her body to my eyes.

“I love you Applebloom. Take me now,” She breathed in a voice heavy with lust. 

I leaned in and gave her a second kiss. “Don’t worry Sweetie; Ah will take good care of you.” 

Gently she pushed my head lower, past her navel and towards her thighs. I didn’t resist her push and eagerly lowered myself to her rapidly dampening nub. Latching on, I gave her the first lick of the evening and was rewarded by the sounds of her muffled screams as she covered her mouth with one of her silken pillows.





We woke up entangled in Sweetie’s sheets the next morning, arms wrapped around each other and our naked bodies pressed up as close as we could manage.

Sweetie Belle gave me a quick peck on the lips as she moved in to give me a tight hug.

“That was incredible. I really needed that,” she sighed. She paused for a moment before going on, her voice sounding worried. “Oh Celestia, I hope Rarity didn’t hear us.”

We both turned to face the door, freezing in place and expecting that the door would burst open at any moment. One second became two, then five. After a full thirty seconds, the door remained as resolutely shut as it had ever been and we couldn’t hear any noises that could be considered out of the ordinary. The sounds of cooking food could be heard from downstairs if we listened hard but that was normal as it was breakfast time after all.

We both relaxed back into Sweetie’s bed. Sweetie began running her hands gently throughout my hair, using her fingers to bush it back into place as best she could. She could have used one of her many hairbrushes if she had wanted, but that would have meant getting up. 

I lost track of the time, staring as I was into Sweetie’s apple green eyes. Her face was perfectly sculpted with a pair of full and soft lips not too large for her face, a button nose that looked cute as hell and of course, her hair. A rich pinkish purple colour that came down in curls over her brow and got into her eyes. She was beautiful. I wanted to make her mine, and she wanted to be mine. 

We gently kissed again, not a passionate kiss, but a lover’s kiss that went deep within both of us. 

Right at that moment, I didn’t think a single thing could spoil this for us.


A knock at the door caught our attention and we froze, splitting apart as fast as we could. The doorknob began to turn and we watched as the door began to open, 

“Sweetie, are you alright? You didn’t come down to breakfast this morning. I’m coming in,” Rarity said, fully turning the knob and pushing the door open

We only had a moment to try and cover ourselves with the sheets. I was able to mostly cover myself with the sheet, but Sweetie was still tangled up in it and she couldn’t quite cover her body. She was left with her top half still hanging out.

Rarity opened the door and walked in. “Sweetie are you allrig…AHH,” she yelled out as she saw us still on the bed. Her eyes flicked over her sisters naked body for a moment before she pulled her eyes to the side and raised her hand to cover her face. “Sweetie Belle, put something on please.” 

Rarity’s face began to blush a bright red as she looked away. Sweetie and I got out of the bed and scrounged around on the floor looking for our clothing. Once we had on enough for basic modesty, Rarity dropped her hand and turned to us. 

“Sweetie, Applebloom. Finish getting dressed and meet me downstairs in the kitchen. We are going to have a little talk,” She said in a tone that allowed for no argument.

With that she walked out of the room, closing the door a little bit too loudly. We could hear her stomping downstairs, each footstep sounding loudly off of the stairs. 

Sweetie and I got dressed in a hurry, throwing on the first things that we could find. Neither one of us made a noise, and we didn’t have to. We both knew just how much trouble we were going to be in so talking seemed pointless.

Eventually we were both fully dressed and we walked out of her room, marching as if we were being led to the scaffold. The short walk downstairs to the kitchen felt like an endless trek, taking far longer than it should have but we finally made it to find Rarity already seated at the table. She was watching us like a hawk.

Two empty seats had been set before her, clearly meant for us, so we took them. Soon we were all seated and facing each other, not one of us talking. 


Rarity was the first one to break the uneasy silence. “I’ll get straight to the point. Do you have ANY idea how lucky you were that it wasn’t mother or father that found you just now? How long has this been going on for?”

“How long has what been going on for?” Sweetie tried to play for time. From the way that Rarity’s expression darkened, it clearly didn’t work.

“Don’t play me for a fool Sweetie Belle. I can tell what you two have been getting up to in your room. There are only so many possible reasons for the both of you to be in bed together naked.”

Tears formed in Sweetie’s eyes and she looked like she was going to cry. I squeezed her hand, but she didn’t seem to notice. 

“To think, my own sister a lesbian,” Rarity continued.

Sweetie’s eyes became down cast and mine followed suit. Rarity would almost certainly tell Applejack and then it would all be over. “Please don’t tell Applejack about this,” I begged Rarity. “They would never understand.”

Rarity’s expression softened slightly. “Don’t worry Applebloom, I won’t tell Applejack about this.”

Sweetie looked confused. “Wait, so we’re not in trouble?”

Rarity gave her sister a serious look, but she nodded a yes. “It’s none of my business who you fall in love with Sweetie, as long as they make you happy. I had always hoped that it would be some handsome boy who would care for you, but the heart wants what it wants.”

Rarity’s eyes became unfocused as she said that, her gaze turning to rest on a framed photo of a noble looking man with a top hat and a monocle holding up a Martini. 

Eventually she returned to the moment and focused back on us. “I’m sorry that I barged in on you without asking first, that was very rude of me. I won’t stand in the way of you both and I am glad that you chose to do it here in the privacy of our own home rather than some cheap and dirty hotel. At least promise me that you two will be careful, I don’t want either of you to get hurt.”

We both quickly said that we would be careful about what we did.

Rarity quickly brightened. “Oh and one last thing Applebloom. You will need to tell your family at some point. The longer this goes on, the harder it will be for them to accept. Same for you Sweetie Belle, you must tell our parents. Whenever you do it, I will support you no matter what.”

Sweetie and I cheered up at hearing her say that. “Ah know, but Ah’m afraid of what they will say. They might disown me or worse,” I said, getting flustered just thinking about it. 

Rarity smiled. “You family loves you Applebloom. They just want you to be happy. If this is what makes you happy, then I’m sure that they will understand eventually. Being gay is hardly the worst thing that you could tell them, so I’m sure that they will accept it in time. In the meantime, I think that you two should go and talk to Lyra and Bon-Bon. They both had to come out to their parents and maybe they can give you some advice.”

“We’ll do that,” I said. It was a good idea after all. Bon-Bon ran a small sweet shop and Lyra was a talented musician but a bit of a punk at times. Currently she had dyed her hair a mint green, keeping a single blonde forelock. She was a wiz on a harp or a lyre and could often be found busking in a park.

Well now that that is all settled,” Rarity continued, breaking back into a cheerful grin, “How about we all settle down for a late breakfast?”








Sweetie and I walked through the town towards Bon-Bon’s fine candies. It was a small corner shop style business that marketed for those people with a taste for traditional lollies and candies, not the mass produced stuff that could be bought in a supermarket. Bon-Bon spent hours each day making her products herself, and she mostly did quite well. Her shop and the other sweets distributor – Sugarcube corner mostly had a neutral relationship as neither one sold a competing product.

We weren’t going there to buy sweets however. Bon-Bon was also one half of this town’s only openly gay couple. She and her girlfriend, Lyra Heartstrings had come out last year and announced to the entire town that they were gay and in love. From what we had heard, their parents hadn’t taken it very well, but had eventually come around to the idea. If there was anyone in this town that could help Sweetie and me form a lasting relationship, then it was these two.

Arriving at the corner shop, we pushed the door open. A bell set above the door let Bon-Bon know that she had customers and a cry of ‘be there in a second’ rang out from rooms behind the counter. 

Bon-Bon came out from the back room, a hair net covering her curly pink and purple hair and an apron tied around her waist that was splattered with sticky looking splotches of various colours.

“Welcome to Bon-Bon’s fine candies, where everything is bursting with saccharine goodness… Oh Applebloom, Sweetie Belle. How are you two? What can I get you today.”

“Nothing for me,” I said. I never had a big taste for sweets. “That’s not why we are here.”

“You see Bon-Bon, we kinda need your advice on something.” Sweetie said as she absently picked over the barrels of candies that were on display. 

“Oh, and how could I help you? You planning to try your hands at lolly making or something like that. I thought that your days of mad schemes were finished.”

“No, nothing like that. You see, Applebloom and I have…well we are sorta…dating,” Sweetie Belle eventually admitted, her cheeks glowing a fierce red as she did so. It was the first time she had actually used the term when describing us. 

“Wait, what?” Bon-Bon said, a confused expression coming over her face. “You two are dating, as in… OOOOhhhhh,” she said as she understood what had just been said. She clapped her hands over her mouth to try to cover her excitement. “That’s great news. I hope that you two will be really happy together. You make a really cute couple.”

“No one else knows yet, except for my sister. We want to tell everybody, but we don’t quite know how. Can you help us?”

Bon-Bon nodded and motioned for us to come with her into the back room. Bon-Bon took a moment to walk over to the door and flipped a sign in the window marked ‘back in half an hour.’

“There, now we can talk in peace,” Bon-Bon said as she led us into the back room. We had never been in here and I was surprised to find it was set up like a small apartment, with a couch set and tables as well as a fairly large kitchen. Several ovens were on, cooking the sweets that Bon-Bon would be selling in the next few days.

“Lyra, get out here. We have guests,” She called out into what appeared to be a bedroom.

“Coming Bonnie,” a playful voice rang out. Soft foot falls followed and soon Lyra appeared from the bedroom, wearing a thin nearly see through nightie that left very little to the imagination. 

Bon-Bon didn’t look too impressed at her attire. “Lyra, couldn’t you have put on something a bit less revealing?”

Lyra slinked up to Bon-Bon, wrapping her hands around Bon-Bon neck and giving her a very erotic kiss. “Oh, you know you love it Bonnie.” 

Lyra broke away and turned to us. “Oh hey there Sweetie, Applebloom. What are you doing here?”

Bon-Bon gave Lyra a light slap to the back of her head. “If you had waited for a moment, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle want to ask us for some advice. They are in a relationship and need to know how to tell their parents.”

Lyra rubbed the back of her head and looked at us again. “You two are dating. Seriously, you?”

“Yep,” I confirmed. “We sure are, but no one else knows.”

“That’s cool. So, bi or full les?”

“Bi,” Sweetie confirmed. “But we aren’t looking to add in a guy any time soon.” 

While we had both agreed that we still liked guys, Sweetie and I had both decided not to try adding in a boy until later on. At least until we had come clean about us to our parents.

“Full les here. Bonnie is the only woman for me now,” Lyra said, giving Bon-Bon another hug.

Bon-Bon squirmed out of the hug and motioned for us to take a seat down at the couch. “Anyone for some tea?” she asked. None of us wanted anything, preferring to get down to business.

“Ok, you two,” Bon-Bon became serious. “The first thing to do is to remember that your families do love you, and they always will. Even if they don’t seem like it, you will always be a part of the family and that will last longer than any feud. I would recommend that you tell them as soon as possible. The longer you wait, the more likely it is that you will be caught by someone else and they will find out from them. We found that out the hard way, didn’t we Lyra?”

Lyra grinned at Bon-Bon. “We sure did. It wasn’t pretty. I don’t know if my folks will ever fully forgive me for not telling them first.”

Bon-Bon continued, “Second is to give people time to adjust, especially your friends. It can be a big thing to accept such a large change in a friend, but they will, given enough time.”

“The last thing,” Lyra chipped in, “is to never give up. Stick to your guns and stand fast together. There will always be people out there who will never accept you being together; who will see your relationship as sick or wrong, an affront to their sensibilities. You will just have to learn to ignore such people. Remember that so long as you two are happy with each other, everybody else can stick it.”

It was sound advice and I would be sure to take it. Bon-Bon gave us a few other pointers that they had picked up but nothing of any major importance. Little things like not holding hands in public and trying to keep eye contact to a minimum until we had told every one about it.


The conversation soon flowed into more normal topics: the upcoming royal parade, when the next zap apple harvest was happening, what the line of summer fashions was likely to hold. The half hour passed by too quickly for my liking; it was nice being able to talk openly about our relationship for a change, but Bon-Bon had to open up the shop again. She got up and moved back out to the storefront to unlock the door.

Lyra got us up and we started to walk out of the room. As we did so, she leaned in close to whisper in our ears away from Bon-Bon’s hearing. “If you two are ever in the mood for a night of fun, let me know. I’m sure I can convince Bonnie over there to a four way if you are interested. I know tricks you can only dream of,” she said, a mischievous grin that screamed ‘I’m up to no good’ appearing on her face.

Before we could reply one way or the other, Bon-Bon came back over to us and Lyra quickly pulled back, trying to hide the grin. “Applebloom, Sweetie Belle, I want you to know that if you ever need a place to come and just talk about anything, if you need some more advice or just want to vent then our door is always open to you. We won’t judge you and will be here if you need us.”

Bon-Bon squeezed our hands before opening the door to let us out into the streaming sun of midday. “I mean that. If you ever need a place to talk,” she repeated before flipping her sign back open to ‘open’.

A few small children came rushing past us to enter the store, having been locked out for the last half hour.

“Well, what do you want to do now?” Sweetie asked me. 

“Let’s go see a movie. The Adventures of Daring Doo VIII: Daring Doo and the shameless sequel is meant to be out bah now. Ah’ve heard it’s utter crap but we could go see it together.” 

“Sounds like a date,” Sweetie said. We both paused for a moment before bursting out laughing at her bad joke. 

Eventually we calmed down and I led the way towards the movie theatre, already looking forward to spending time with my secret girlfriend.







When we returned to the boutique, we found an odd sight. There was no sign of Rarity and the dining room had been decked out with candles and two plates of food that smelled delicious resting on the table. There was a small note next to one of the plates, with a long wrapped present by the other. Sweetie quickly grabbed the note off the table and began to read it out to me

“Dear Sweetie Belle, and Applebloom too.

Consider this to be an apology for my rude behaviour this morning. I am truly sorry for the embarrassment and worry that I may have put you through. You are my sister and I will always love you, no matter what path you choose in life. It was wrong of me to act in the way that I did.

I do hope that Lyra and Bon-Bon were able to give you some useful advice. Remember that whenever you are ready to come out of the closet, so to speak then I will support you, Come what may. 

If you are going to be a couple, then I suppose it would not be amiss to have a romantic candle lit dinner once in a while. With that in mind, Bon Appetite.

P.S. Enjoy your present. It’s a gift from my ‘Back Room Collection’. I’ll be staying at Fluttershy’s tonight so you have the run of the place until tomorrow morning.

All the best my darling sister.
Rarity." 

Having heard what the note contained, I picked up the wrapped present. It was slightly soft and bent in my hand. It felt like it was made from a jelly of some kind. It was smooth with a couple of bumps here and there and a bulge at the end. I wasn’t quite sure what it was meant to be, so I opened it quickly, shredding the paper like it was a lettuce to be put in a salad. 

Once I had managed to remove the paper, we found that I was holding an impressive dildo complete with material straps and plastic clips forming a harness for attaching it over some ones body. 

Sweetie Belle took one look at it before bursting up laughing. “HAHAHAHA,” she roared, holding her sides as she looked over the strap on. “So that’s what Rarity has tucked away in there; a line of sex toys? No wonder she keeps it locked at all times.” 

“What are we meant ta do with it?” I asked. I could guess what it was meant to be used for; I wasn’t a total prude, I just hadn’t ever seen one in real life.

Sweetie’s expression turned lustful as she began to look over the toy in detail. “Oh, I have a few ideas. After dinner though. I’m hungry.”

With that we sat down to the feast that Rarity had prepared for us, our minds fixed on what we would be having to dessert.







Two days later and we still hadn’t told anybody about us yet. Sweetie and I have been practicing, trying to work out exactly what to say and when would be the best time to do it. 

Right now however we were having an all girls day with some of our other friends. Sitting around Sweetie’s room in the boutique were her, Ruby, Dinky, Twist, and myself. It was a weekend and we were all just having a day of relaxation. Outside it was very overcast, the kind of day where you wanted to stay indoors just in case it begins to rain.

Twist had brought over some candy canes that she had made and Ruby had managed to smuggle in some trashy magazines which we had quickly fallen on, trying to catch up on all the gossip from the fashion and music worlds.

“Look at thith one,” Twist said, pointing to a new line of dresses that were being showcased in her mag. It showed a model with very pretty eyes wearing a dress that Sweetie could identify as being one of her sisters designs. “She looks so thweet.”

Twist had been taking speech therapy classes recently and she had made some improvements with her lisping, but it still came through every now and then.

Sweetie gave the dress a closer look. “Hey I remember that one. She spent weeks trying to get it just right. It has an onyx weave in the back and a brace of diamonds sewn into the hems around the base. Look, you can just make them out.”

Ruby, who had been resting on the bed and trying to get Dinky to put down her novel and start chatting eventually gave up, loudly saying, “I’m bored. Let’s talk about something else.”

“Alright then, what do you want to talk about?” Sweetie asked. 

Ruby got a sly smile on her face. “Truth or dare?”

We all exchanged looks and shrugged. We had nothing better to do. “Sure,” I said, “Jus’ nothin’ too embarrassing, ok?”

Ruby waved away our concerns. “Ok then. Dinky, you first, truth or dare.”

Dinky looked up from her book. “Uh, truth I guess.”

“Truth it is. Have you ever kissed a boy?”

Dinky blushed and shook her head. 

“Really? We have to get you some action then. You could totally play up the hot nerd factor,” Ruby continued, “Alright then, uh Twist. Truth or dare?”

“Oh leave me out of it,” Twist replied, taking great care not to lisp 

“Come on, don’t be a Scootaloo. Truth or dare?”

Sweetie and I glanced at ruby when she mentioned Scootaloo. She was clearly trying to imply that Twist was a chicken but all it did was remind us that Scoot wasn’t here. Her performing troupe was all the way out in Manehattan at the moment. It would be several weeks before she had some time off and could come back to see us.

“Ok, fine. I gueth dare.”

Ruby grinned evilly. “I dare you to kiss Dinky on the lips.”

Twist and Dinky both blushed again. “No,” Twist said, “I’m not doing that, I can’t kiss another girl.”

Ruby made an exasperated noise, but left it alone. Instead she turned to me. “Applebloom then, I dare you to kiss Sweetie on the lips.”

I didn’t even get a chance to respond before Sweetie had jumped on me and pinned me to the ground, smiling like a maniac. I felt her press up against my body, her boobs crushing against mine as she pressed her lips to mine and kissed me hard. I was too stunned to react to anything, except to open my mouth to allow her tongue entry.

We made out for at least thirty seconds before we remembered that there were others in the room and we broke apart. Dinky and Twist were staring at us dumbfounded, but Ruby was looking at us with a downright predatory glint to her eyes. I could almost hear the gears whirring away in her mind.

Sweetie didn’t notice Ruby however. She was focused on Dinky and Twist. “What? It was a dare,” she said, technically telling the truth to cover up that we had overstepped the bounds of what we could do in front of others. “I’ll do it to you if you want. Just watch,” she said, jumping off of me and tackling Ruby to the ground.

I watched as Sweetie made out with another chick for the first time in my life. A little part of me was disappointed that it wasn’t me getting in on it, but watching as my girlfriend kissed another girl while I watched was getting me hot under my clothes. If Dinky and Twist hadn’t been there I would have had no issues about shoving a hand down my panties and pleasuring myself to the show, but I couldn’t do that in front of them. I had to settle for just watching and feeling a damp spot begin to form around my crotch. When we were alone, I would be fuckin’ Sweetie so hard with that thing.

Sweetie Belle and Ruby made out like a pair of lovers possessed on the floor. I couldn’t turn away from their sexual display and from the looks of it, neither could Twist or Dinky.

Sweetie eventually pulled her mouth away from Ruby’s and turned to Dinky and Twist. “So, who’s next?”

Dinky got up off the bed and started to make for the door. “I ah… just remembered I have to help my mum sort some mail. Gotta go,” she muttered and almost ran from the room, her face burning a beet red. 

“I-I-I need to go too,” Twist followed suit behind Dinky, leaving her remaining candy canes behind on the floor as she rushed out of the room. “I’ll uh, I’ll thee you at thchool,” she muttered, her lisp coming back as she lost her focus. 

Ruby, Sweetie and I just watched the empty doorway in a stunned silence. A few moments later we heard the sounds of the bell above the door indicating that they had left. “What jus’ happened?” I asked the others.

Ruby threw herself on to the floor, laughing her guts out at what she had just seen. “BWAHAHAHAH, did you gals see that, what a pair of prudes.”

Sweetie joined her in her giggling. From my position on the other side of the room, I was treated to an upshot of her skirt. A small wet spot stained her panties. It looked like Sweetie Belle enjoyed her side of the show just as much as I had watching her. 

Ruby rolled around clutching at her sides, straining to breathe. One of her legs flailed under the bed and clipped something, the sound of an object rattling around in a box followed.


“Hey, what’s in here?” Ruby asked as she pulled out the box from under the bed and lifted the lid slightly. 

Sweetie and I both recognised the box that she was holding. Sweetie had been storing the strap-on in there. 

“NOTHING,” we both cried out a little too fast. 

Ruby opened the box wide and looked at the sex toy that was contained within. “Sweetie Belle, you naughty girl. Getting a little on the side are we? So who is the lucky lady who gets to share this with you? Wait don’t tell me… It’s you Applebloom, isn’t it? That kiss was more than just a dare, wasn’t it?”

Sweetie nodded and I followed suit. There was no point in denying it and we were fairly sure that we could trust Ruby. Sweetie had said they had shared an intimate experience before we had hooked up.

“So, you two are lezzies now. That’s cool,” Ruby said, “Does anybody else know?

“Just Rarity, Lyra and Bon-Bon. We haven’t told anybody else yet. You won’t say anything, will you?”

Ruby shook her head. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I won’t tell if you don’t want me to.” 

I breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks Ruby. How can we thank you?”


Ruby smiled her predatory smile again. I realised that I had just walked right into her trap. “Oh, I know just the thing,” she said.

Ruby unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her white lace bra. She was grinning the entire time as she reached behind her back and fiddled with the clasp. Soon it came free and Ruby unhooked herself, allowing the bra to fall away and revealing her body to us. She had smaller breasts than we did, about the size of a baseball, but they were perfectly formed and looked like they would be firm to the touch.

“What I want, Applebloom, is to fuck your brains out. I want to shove my tongue so far up your snatch until I can’t get any deeper. I want to screw you until you are begging me for mercy. Then I am going to take that toy you have and I am going to wreck Sweetie Belle over there. Ever since that day last year, boys haven’t done anything for me. I think that I may be a full on lesbian and I really need somebody to fuck me. Please Applebloom, Sweetie Belle. Let me screw you, just this once.”

Sweetie Belle turned to me. From the look in her eye it was clear what her decision was going to be. “Applebloom, if you don’t want to do this we won’t. I’m sure that Ruby will understand if we are in a committed relationship. That said, I want to rut her senseless.”

Not bothering to give her a reply, I leaned in and gave her a deep kiss. One of my hands moved down to find that Sweetie’s panties were now soaking through. She wasn’t kidding that she wanted this. One of Sweetie’s hands touched me at the same time, lifting up my panties and revealing my wetness.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Ruby sitting back on the bed and begin to shimmy out of her shirt and panties.

Sweetie pulled away from me, a strand of saliva joining our mouths for a second. We both turned to the now naked Ruby, who was just sliding her panties off of her legs to reveal her lush body.

I turned away and made sure to close and lock the door, taking a moment to put up a small ‘do not disturb’ sign on the handle. We didn’t want Rarity to barge in on us again. We had the place to ourselves for a few hours while Rarity was out picking up a new stock of fabrics in another town, but we didn’t know exactly when she would be back.

By the time that I turned back to the bed again, Sweetie had already crossed over to lie down next to Ruby. Her mouth had latched onto Ruby’s perky tits and one finger was already inserted into her pussy up to the second knuckle. Ruby was fumbling with the zipper on Sweetie’s dress, trying to get it down as quickly as she could.

If my cunt had been wet before, it began to positively drip at the sight. Liquids dribbled down my legs as I walked over to the pair, eager to join in. 

As I got onto the bed, Ruby managed to get Sweetie’s dress off and yanked it over her head. Sweetie’s beautiful breasts, the round melons that I had grown to love came into view. Ruby wasted no time in beginning to stroke them and used her fingers to caress Sweetie’s soft flesh and sensitive nipples into an erect state. Sweetie groaned around Ruby’s breasts and redoubled her efforts with her hands, adding in a second finger to the one finger fucking Ruby’s snatch. Liquids coated her hands as I watched Sweetie’s fingers slide in and out of Ruby’s body.

I got around on the other side of Ruby and lowered my mouth towards her free tit, eager to join Sweetie in her explorations of this new treat that had delivered itself into our laps. My tongue swirled around Ruby’s hardening nipple, drawing up her unique taste and my right hand dropped down to join up with Sweetie’s. Rather than try to enter into her body as Sweetie was doing, I chose to start rubbing on Ruby’s clit instead and the effect was telling. 

Ruby squealed and her entire body twitched under us. “Oh, FUCK,” she yelled out as she shook hard, her legs snapping together and trapping our wandering hands between them. We could feel her body tense up and spasm, followed by a gentle trickle of fluid. Several small drops coated my hand, with a similar amount covering Sweetie’s fingers. 

Despite being trapped between her thighs, neither Sweetie nor I stopped in our rubbing or thrusting. We were eager to prolong Ruby’s climax as long as we could. 

Ruby shook for a good ten seconds before she began to calm down slightly, her legs relaxing and opening enough for us to withdraw our hands. She rested back on the bed, her face flustered. “Oh, how I needed that,” she said weakly. “I haven’t cum in weeks.”

Sweetie brought her hand up to her mouth and began to lick up the juice of her friend. I followed suit, eager to try out the flavours of our new fuck toy. One soaked digit entered my mouth and I was hit by her taste. It was not unlike Sweetie’s in that it had traces of expensive soaps and perfumes, but mostly it tasted of cherries with a hint of plums. The few drops only served to increase my desire to have more.

Sweetie finished licking off Ruby’s juice from her hand and moved in to give her a deep kiss. “I sure hope that wasn’t it Rue. You have two hot and horny girls to satisfy yet.”

Ruby laughed slightly. “Oh don’t you worry about that. That was just the easy one; plenty more to come. Now that I have you, I’m not letting go until you hate your body.”

She turned to me, her eyes narrowing on the fact that I was the only one still clothed. “First things first. I think I said I was going to screw you senseless,” She said, reaching over and beginning to unbutton my shirt. I didn’t resist as she popped it open and began to pull it away from my body. 

Soon I was just in my panties and bra. For some unknown reason I had chosen to put on one that unclasped from the front rather than the back and Ruby pounced on it. The claps were released and she pulled the two cups away, revealing my chest to her. Ruby smiled as she looked me over. “No wonder Sweetie fell for you. You have a killer rack there, and abs I would kill for,” she said to me. I blushed at the compliment. Ruby leaned in and closed her mouth over my left breast, her tongue instantly dragging its way over my sensitive skin. The slightly rough texture of her tongue was so stimulating that I grabbed the back of her head to pull her in closer. 

A similar sensation came from my right breast and I turned to look, only to see that Sweetie had joined in, suckling on my free nipple in much the same way that we had both done with Ruby just a second ago. 

For a moment I realised that this must be what being a mother was like, to have another person whom loves you sucking on your body, eager to take whatever you could give them. In the back of my mind I was slightly disappointed that I didn’t have any milk to share with my two lovers.

Ruby soon pulled off of my tit and she looked up at me, her eyes glowing with desire. Licking her lips she began to inch her way down my body, gently pausing her movement to lick or suck on whatever she could reach. In one motion she grabbed my panties and pulled then down my legs.

Soon they came free on me and I instantly spread my legs wide apart, allowing her access to me. Sweetie’s head was blocking my view of what was happening down there, but within moments I could feel something warm and wet dragging its way up my leg and making a bee line towards my snatch.

I bit my lip eagerly as I felt the moment approach. Ruby’s tongue reached the junction between my legs and I felt her touch my clit. Her tongue was thicker and longer than Sweetie’s and she pushed in into my body with no hesitation. I could feel my lips being prised apart as she wormed her way inside me. Her upper teeth began to lightly scrape over my clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body that threatened to have me cum right there. 

Ruby sensed this and she wiggled her tongue deeply in me, pressing against something that brought me to shudders. Ruby noticed my reaction and focused her tonguing on that spot again. I tried to hold on, but she was persistent and eager to please. 

Within moments, I felt a burst of pleasure fill my body and I started shaking. I grabbed Ruby out of instinct and mashed her against me, trying in vain to get her tongue even deeper inside me.

My orgasm rose to its limits and soon I flopped back on the bed, content to bask in its afterglow.

Sweetie and Ruby were not done yet, and they quickly repositioned themselves so as to continue their mutual licking

Sweetie got on top of Ruby, positioning her pussy so that Ruby could easily lick and suck on it, while she could also reach Ruby’s glistening tunnel. Soon both girls were simultaneously licking and sucking away at whatever tender flesh that they could find. Soft moans and gasps came from the pile of arms and legs that they now formed. 

I had thought that watching them kiss had been hot. It didn’t even come close to the thrill of watching Sweetie actually fuck another girl. Settling down so that I had a good view, I spread my legs and began to stroke my clit with one hand, occasionally pausing to plunge a finger inside my sopping cleft. Each time I shoved a finger in, it was accompanied by an almost obscene squelch and a drip of juice was forced out. 

Sweetie and Ruby continued to fuck each other senseless as I watched them, pleasuring myself to their lewd display of lesbian sex. While my finger felt good, I quickly hungered for something bigger and leaned over the bed to retrieve the box that contained our Strap-on. It was a perfect replica of a penis and both Sweetie and I had tried using it since Rarity had gifted it to us. 

Lining the plastic dick up with my entrance, I pushed down on the base. The tip of the dildo quickly passed through my well lubed hole and began to spear its way inside. I enjoyed the feeling of it pressing up against and spreading my walls apart, making its way further inside my body than a finger or a tongue could ever reach. Soon I bottomed out with it, the tip of the dick just short of pressing up against my cervix and I began to pump it in and out of me. It wasn’t long before I could feel the familiar tingle that indicated another orgasm. Fucking myself while watching Sweetie do another girl was turning me on so much that it was almost as if I hadn’t cum already.

My vagina spasmed around the dildo and I threw my head back to the floor, jamming the dildo in as far as it could within me. For a moment my vision dimmed and I could see nothing but stars. My grip on the dildo failed and I felt it be thrust from my body, the spasms wracking me too intense for it to remain within me. 

When my vision began to clear I saw that Ruby and Sweetie had separated from each other and were sitting directly below me, their faces splattered with the remains of my cum. Between them they were holding the dildo and they both were licking my juices from its plastic shaft.

“MMMmm, you taste delicious Applebloom,” Ruby said, pausing just long enough to get the words out before engulfing the entire dildo into her mouth, much to Sweetie’s disappointment. 

Ruby deepthroated the dildo for several seconds before ripping it from her mouth, a thick strand of saliva following her. 

“Well, that takes care of part one,” she said before turning her eyes to Sweetie. “Remember what part two was?”

Sweetie paused for a moment, hard in thought. I remembered what she had said. “You were going ta take that toy and wreck Sweetie’s body.”

Ruby smiled at me. “Right, so let’s get this thing on.”

Ruby loosened the harness of the Strap-on and slid it up her legs. Soon it covered her snatch with the straps and she clinched it tight. Standing up, it looked like she had sprouted a hard dick.

“Get ready Sweetie, cos’ here it comes,” She cried out, grabbing Sweetie and throwing her onto the bed. Sweetie didn’t resist her, but spread her legs as wide as she could. Ruby lined the dildo up with Sweetie’s dripping canal and thrust into her, just as a man would have. 

The dildo entered into Sweetie, her body putting up no resistance. Ruby was able to enter fully in one smooth stroke. I watched in fascination as the dildo parted Sweetie’s lips and her vag expanded quickly to accept the new intruder. Ruby was quickly able to reach a smooth pistoning motion, plunging her fake cock into Sweetie’s eager depths with every thrust. 

The look on Sweetie’s face was priceless. She looked like she was experiencing the peak of ecstasy and I was slightly jealous that it wasn’t me.

With almost no warning Ruby withdrew from Sweetie totally, leaving her empty. Sweetie moaned but Ruby quickly grabbed her and lifted her up before sitting down on the ground herself. 

Ruby sat down on the ground and Sweetie sat down on top of her, lining the dildo up so that it pressed directly against her rosebud. Sweetie spread her legs so that I had a great view of the entire event and I couldn’t resist getting a little bit closer. Shifting from my sitting position, I leaned forward and gave Sweetie a lick with my tongue, spending a moment to tease her butt hole. 

“Eeek, that tickles Applebloom,” Sweetie squealed. She tried to jump up but Ruby held her in place. 

Ruby quickly pulled Sweetie down onto the dildo, the head of it just beginning to push forward into her anus. Sweetie’s eyes bugged out of her head as she felt her muscle ring expand and the head pop inside her.

“Try to relax, it’s just the head,” Ruby cooed in her ear. “The rest will be coming in a moment.”

Sweetie looked unsure if she wanted the rest in her, but she didn’t make any move to stop Ruby. To try and distract her from the pain that she must be feeling, I leaned in again and started sucking on her clit. Pushing my tongue inside her, I could feel the swelling of the dildo pressing up against the wall that separated her vagina and anus. 

Ruby continued to inch into her, very slowly allowing the Strap-on to fill Sweetie’s butt. Sweetie whimpered slightly as it went in,

Soon Ruby managed to bottom herself out in Sweetie’s ass and she held herself still. Sweetie looked like she was in pain, but after a few seconds her expression changed and she nodded to Ruby. I pulled back to watch the show and Ruby began to very slowly move the strap-on inside Sweetie, pulling back until only the very tip of the cock was still inside her. With a yell, she pushed forward again and I watched as Sweetie’s ass took the entire length inside once more.

“Ugh, Celestia this feels great,” Sweetie managed to breathe as Ruby began to pick up the pace slightly, reaching a smooth but still fairly slow thrusting motion. Sweetie began to add her own strokes to it, bouncing up and down on Ruby’s lap. 

The motion caused her breasts to jiggle up and down and the motion was hypnotic. I couldn’t resist reaching in and engulfing one of them in my mouth, my hands squeezing the other one as hard as I could. The mounds of flesh were soft in my hands and her nipples were as hard as steel. I sucked on the one in my mouth while I tweaked the other one. 

Sweetie followed suit, her hands caressing my lithe body as best as they could. With each thrust into her body she let out a small grunt and I could hear that she was speeding her thrusts up. 

Ruby noticed it as well and she increased the power of her thrusts, slamming the dildo into Sweetie’s butt with vicious jabs that looked like she was trying to split her open. In time with her movements, I shoved one of my hands down and into Sweetie’s cunt, two of my fingers being swallowed right up to the base. 

Sweetie threw her head back and let out a piercing scream. Her cunt spasmed around my fingers and she grabbed the back of my head, jamming it against her breasts. Ruby pulled Sweetie down as far as she could and held her tight.

The twitches possessing Sweetie’s body increased in intensity and I could hear her screaming reach a new pitch. 

In a horrifying moment, Sweetie’s body went fully rigid and then she slumped forward over me, going limp in my arms. Both Ruby and I jumped up, Ruby withdrawing from her body and ripping the strap-on off as we lay Sweetie down on the bed. For a second I was afraid of what may have happened, but it quickly became clear that she had just blacked out for a second. 

Sweetie’s eyes fluttered open and she had to take a moment to focus on us. 

“That… Was… Incredible,” Was all she managed to say before passing out again. Ruby and I checked to make sure that she was breathing normally before we slumped down on the bed next to her, our own exhaustion beginning to creep up on us. 

Ruby leaned over and gave me a kiss and hug. “She was right, that was the best sex I’ve ever had. You are a lucky girl Applebloom.”


I nodded, not having the energy to speak. The bed felt so inviting that I didn’t want to get up ever again. Spending the rest of my life in bed with these two beautiful ladies, both of whom I had brought to orgasm seemed like a pretty good idea just about now. 


I lost track of how long we lay there, Sweetie sandwiched between our sweaty, naked bodies. A jangle from downstairs yanked our attention back to the present however. It seemed that Rarity had returned. 

Ruby and I jumped up in a flash and began to scramble for our clothes. Sweetie got up a bit slower than us, but she also tried to throw on something. We could hear Rarity coming up the stairs and we managed to get on just enough clothing to seem normal. It wasn’t until we all sat down on the floor, grabbing a deck of cards that we rapidly spread out on the ground that I noticed that I was wearing Sweetie’s dress. I just hoped that Rarity wouldn’t notice it. 

A light knock came from the other side of the door, but this time Rarity didn’t try to open it. 

“Sweetie Belle, are you in there?” She asked. 

Sweetie got up and walked over to the door, unlatched it and pulled it open. Rarity was standing on the other side, holding a small bag of threads. Almost as soon as the door was opened she wrinkled her nose as if she was hit by a wave of smell. 

I realised that the room must stink of all our activities and we had just become used to it. 

Rarity put on a forced smile and quickly tried to cover her initial reaction. “Well did you three have a nice time? I thought that Twist and Dinky were meant to be over as well.”

Sweetie beamed at her sister. “Oh they left a while ago, they said they had something else to do so it’s just been Applebloom and Ruby for the last few hours. We were just having a game of cards.”

Rarity gave the room and quick look over and I noticed her gaze linger on one spot in particular for just a moment too long. I turned to follow her gaze and I saw that the Strap-on was still in plain view. Rarity could see that it was coated in a fresh layer of wetness and it didn’t take a genius to guess what was going through her mind. 

“Well that’s good,” she said, tearing her eyes away from the soiled toy. “I’m going to get all these deliveries sorted. You three enjoy what is left of the day and remember to clean up when you are done.” 

Sweetie nodded once and Rarity turned away and began to walk down the hallway. Once she was out of sight we heard her call out, “and open a window could you. Something in there smells.”

Sweetie grinned as she got back down on the floor next to us. “We’ll get right on that, just let us finish this hand first,” she called out, her hand making its way under the hem of my borrowed skirt…





> Chapter 3
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Chapter 3




“WHAT?” the outraged voice screamed at me. “No sister oh mine is gonna tell me that she’s sleeping with another girl. Ya take that back right now little missy.”


I shrank back from the angry voice, the words and reaction exactly what I had feared would be the outcome of telling my family. Bile began to creep up the back of my throat and I felt tears begin to well in my eyes.


The voice continued unabated, not noticing or maybe not caring about my reactions. “No member of the Apple family has ever been gay, and ah ain’t about ta let you ruin that Applebloom.”


That brought me to actual tears and I had to hide my face in my hands. Drops of water ran down my face behind my hands. This was just too much for me to handle.


Across the room, another voice, this one still stern but far gentler rang out. “That’s enough Bonnie. Can’t you see that this is really upsetting her?” Lyra said, putting an end to the abuse being thrown at me.


My head was still buried in my hands and I could only feel a pair of arms wrap themselves around me, pulling me into a tender hug. I looked up and saw Bon-Bon sitting down next to me, her outline blurry through the tears.


“I’m so sorry Applebloom,” she said, her voice abruptly returning to her normal pitch and loosing all traces of the accent she had put on. “I got carried away. My family reacted just like that when I told them.”


Lyra walked over and offered me a tissue. I grabbed it and blew my nose and wiped the tears from my eyes. Bon-Bon let go of me and sat back, her eyes filled with the fear that she had really hurt or upset me.


I gave her a weak smile. “It’s ok Bon-Bon. If we are really going to do this then ah need to hear it all.”


Bon-Bon smiled back at me, her fear changing back to relief. “Don’t worry Applebloom. We will get this sorted out and you can stop keeping secrets. One more before we break for lunch, but I’ll pull it back a bit.”


I nodded and Bon-Bon’s voice switched back to an almost perfect imitation of my sisters. “Ya wanted ta tell me something Sugarcube?”


I grit my teeth and thought of Sweetie Belle. “Sweetie Belle and I are dating…”







After several more run throughs we sat down onto Bon-Bon’s couch with a groan. Lyra remained standing to fetch some drinks. Sweetie got up to help her and they soon came back with a pitcher of apple juice made from my family’s harvest. I wasn’t quite sure if they were being polite or they really thought that the Apples ate and drank nothing but apple. I hoped they were just being polite.


Sweetie and I had been trying to work out how best to tell our families for the last few days. Lyra and Bon-Bon had offered to role play with us with them playing our family members. Bon-Bon had used her talents as an amateur voice actress to imitate Applejack’s voice as well as that of Sweetie’s mother, Pearl. She hit her marks almost perfectly, switching from refined and cultured to what Lyra had called rough and southern in a flash.


We had spent quite a while working on how to break the news to Sweetie’s parents first as we had both decided that they would be the first ones to know. They would be coming back from a trip abroad tomorrow. Applejack and Big Mac still had work to do, and I didn’t want to upset them or distract them from that task just yet.



A bit too soon though, the day came to an end and Sweetie and I had to go. Bon-Bon had a bit of work to do before she opened the next day and Lyra had a performance booked out in the park. We both finished off our drinks and gave Bon-Bon and Lyra a quick hug before heading out the door. They had been a vital source of support throughout the last few days, being two of only a few people that we could be open with. Tomorrow we would come out to Magnum and Pearl and I could only hope that it would go well.








“Applebloom, how nice to see you. Do come in. How are you?” Pearl asked me brightly as she led me into her house. Sweetie Belle was sitting down in the living room and had clearly been expecting me. She got up and gave me a quick hug, one just long enough to suggest a greeting, but not quite long enough to be seen as inappropriate.


Pearl watched us for a moment before walking into the kitchen/dining room combo. “Don’t you two get comfortable; Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”


We both nodded at her and we separated before walking into the dining room ourselves. It was a well appointed room. Modern appliances lined the walls, the exact opposite of the kitchen in my home where everything was worn cast iron and faded wood marked with scratches and dents.


Sweetie and I sat down around the dining table. Sweetie’s mother and father, Pearl and Magnum, had finally gotten back from one of their business trips and would be spending several weeks at home. Sweetie had managed to guilt trip them into letting me come over for dinner tonight and we had already decided that this would be the moment when we came out to them. It was the best chance that we were going to get as from tomorrow, I would be needed on the farm again. Applejack and Big Macintosh had just about finished the renovations on the barn and I was needed on hand for the painting. I had managed to convince them to let Sweetie help, using the argument that four sets of hands would be better than three.


Around the table, Rarity was casually leaning back in one of the dining chairs, absently drawing out a new pattern for one of her dress designs. Magnum was sitting down on the other side of the table. He had his nose stuck in the sports section of the Ponyville Daily, reading up on how his teams had been doing in the last few weeks. Pearl was standing up over on the side, preparing the dinner for tonight.


It was a classic family scene and I almost didn’t want to risk ruining it, but this was the best chance that we would have for quite some time to come. I ran through several of the scenarios that Bon-Bon had had us practice, trying to remember what we should say in case Pearl and Magnum didn’t react well.


Sweetie gave my hand a quick squeeze under the table as she prepared to tell her parents.


“Mum, dad. I need to tell you something,” she said, her voice dropping out as she spoke. It sounded almost as if she was loosing her nerve. I returned her squeeze and gave her a quick smile. From the corner of my eye I saw Rarity put her design down and begin to listen intently. She clearly had guessed what Sweetie was about to say.


“Oh, what’s that?” Pearl asked absently, picking up a knife and beginning to chop up a few cucumbers that I had brought with me. We did grow more than just apples on the farm.


Sweetie seemed to relax as she felt me squeeze her hand back and she carried on again, “I like Applebloom,” she eventually managed to get out.


Pearl didn’t look away from her work preparing the salad. “That’s nice dear. Applebloom is a fine girl.”


Sweetie seemed a bit put off. Her parents didn’t seem to be listening to her and it sounded like they had just blindly agreed to something they didn’t really hear. “No, I mean I really like Applebloom,” she repeated, putting more emphasis on ‘really’.


Magnum lowered the top of his newspaper and looked at us from across the table. “We heard you the first time honey. You are sexually attracted to Applebloom. Hey Pearl, tickets for the Manehattan Bombers are going on sale tomorrow.”


Sweetie Belle looked stunned that her parents could act so casually at her announcement. Rarity looked on with interest from the other side of the table. Her expression told me that she was just as confused as we were. Sweetie’s mouth flapped open several times until she managed to find her voice again. “Wait, that’s it? No outrage, no questions of how I could do this to you?”


Pearl finished chopping up the salad and walked over to the table, settling herself directly behind Magnum and putting her arms around his shoulders. “I suppose it is time that you learned the truth Sweetie, you too Rarity. You probably just think of us as your square old parents, is that the right word? ‘Square?”


Sweetie nodded at her.


“What you don’t know is what we did before we decided to have kids. We weren’t always the people you know now. When we were dating and even after we were married, Magnum and I were very active members of the swingers scene. We went to parties and we slept with whomever we wanted. I slept with other women and I know that Magnum buggered at least one other man. Between us we have done it all: three-ways, orgies, bondage, submission and domination, roleplay, toys, and we still occasionally dabble when the mood strikes. The Cakes are surprisingly open minded, even after having twins, and those business trips contain more than just business you know.”


“EWWW,” Sweetie said, her face wrinkling up as she no doubt pictured her parents having sex with others. “I really didn’t need to hear that.”


“But ya’ll are married. How can you sleep with others?I asked them. “ That ain’t right.” 


“You are quite right there Applebloom, but to Magnum and I what mattered more was the trust than the monogamy. We both knew that variety was the secret to keeping our marriage strong and happy. I am comfortable in allowing Magnum to sleep with other women and even the occasional man because I trust him to always come back to me afterwards. I know that he loves me and that all the others are just meaningless sex.”


Magnum leaned up and gave Pearl a quick kiss. “And I trust her to do the same. The point is that we know just how you may be feeling now, so here it is plain and simple. Sweetie Belle, what matters is that you are happy. If you being happy means that you have to be given a pointless label such as gay or lesbian, then you should wear that label with pride. No matter what you choose to do with your life, we will always be proud of you and will support your decisions.”  


Sweetie sat there, her jaw hanging open as she tried to process what she had just been told. I could almost see the gears grinding in her head.


Rarity, who had been sitting silently off to the side was the first one to speak up. “Bu-but I-I-I, how can you two claim to be okay with this? You joined the picket outside Lyra and Bon-Bon’s when they announced their relationship.”


Pearl smiled at her first born, her eyes gleaming. “And didn’t you notice just how quickly the mob disbanded after we joined it. The best way to break something up is from the inside. No, Rarity. Even if we don’t go around advocating it, we both support the idea of free and open love, regardless of whom it occurs between.”



Both Pearl and Magnum turned to look directly at me, and I felt their stares boring into me. “Applebloom,” Magnum spoke up, “We have watched you and Sweetie Belle become closer over the last few years and we were almost to the point of taking bets on how long it would take for something like this to happen. I guess their mother won, so tomorrow I’m taking her out for dinner. The point is that I want you to know this; as long as you make Sweetie happy, then your relationship has our blessing. We just want what is best for our daughter, but we also know that she has the right to choose for herself.”


A soft ding came from the kitchen and Pearl jumped up. “Ohh, dinner’s ready. Magnum, put that paper away and set the table will you? Rarity, you and Sweetie get the drinks and wine out.


Magnum got up instantly and began to get out plates and knives and forks for the table. Rarity looked like a fish out of water, but she still got up to fetch a bottle of wine, moving like she was on autopilot.


Soon we all had food and a glass of wine before us. I had never had any wine before, as we normally didn’t have it on the farm, preferring our own brands of hard cider.


Pearl lifted her glass up, tapping it gently with her fork. “A toast; To Sweetie Belle and Applebloom. May they find love in each other’s arms.”


“Hear hear,” Magnum replied lifting his own glass up and tapping it against. We all raised our glasses and took a sip of the wine. I almost spluttered as I tasted it, quickly following it up with a cough. It was very sweet and a little overpowering. Sweetie Belle put her glass down and thumped my back a few times until I stopped coughing. I put my wine down after that.


Magnum smiled and picked up his knife and we all took it as a cue to start eating  the food on our own plates. I glanced over at Sweetie Belle as she tucked into a sweet potato. She looked relieved as she watched her parents eating calmly.


It wasn’t until I had a mouthful of food almost to my mouth that I realised the full extent of what had just happened. We had actually done it. We had come out to Sweetie’s parents and they had thrown their full support behind us. It was a far better ending than I could have hoped for. Somehow I didn’t think that my own family would be this understanding.








“Up and at’em Applebloom,” Applejack called out, throwing a pile of clothes onto my bed, with much of the pile landing on my face. I pulled them off of me and shot daggers at my sister who had thrown them. She had a beaming smirk on her face.


“You best be gettin’ ready there sugar. Mac and ah got jus’ a few thing’s left ta do this mornin’ and then we all gotta get busy paintin’. What time is Sweetie Belle commin’ over?”


“After lunch,” I mumbled, trying to sort out the clothes that Applejack had thrown at me. They looked like the kind of shapeless clothes that we had reserved for painting duty.


“Well then, ya’ll  join us when she does. Stay outta the barn until then, alright sugarcube?” Applejack said. She looked serious when she said that last part. I wasn’t sure what she meant by that; there was nothing dangerous happening today, it should just be cleaning up and then painting.


“Alright,” I nodded. Whatever the reason was, it wouldn’t be bad. Applejack didn’t lie, especially to her family.


“Great, see ya’ll then,” Applejack said, her voice returning to her more normal light hearted self. She turned around and left me with the bundle of clothes that she had thrown at me. I shoved them all off the edge of the bed and tried to wrap myself in my blanket again. It would be another few hours until Sweetie turned up and I could always use an extra moment of sleep.  



After what felt like a few seconds, my hopes of sleep were broken by the feeling of a hand working its way up one of my legs and gently tracing a path towards my slit. As soon as I felt it get too close, I jumped up, trying to pull away from the finger to find Sweetie Belle standing over me, a coy smile on her face.


“Sweetie,” I panted, the shock of her arrival having left me breathless, “What are you doing here?” A look over at the clock next to my bed showed that it was still mid morning, and well before she had said she was going to be over.


“I got bored,” she said simply. She lifted one of her hands up and began to pull away the sheets from on top of me. “I thought that we could have a little fun before we began for the day,” she said as she pulled the sheet away totally. Her other hand began to gently trace the curve of my breasts through my night shirt.


As much as I wanted to, I knew that it would be a foolish idea to fool around right now. Granny Smith seemed to have selective supernatural hearing and would almost certainly come to investigate a stray moan or cry. I pulled Sweetie’s hands away from me, but gave her a quick kiss instead. “Not now. Since you’re here, we might as well get on over to tha barn an help out.


I clambered out of bed and straightened out the sheets and quilt. It was a habit that Applejack had tried to press on me, though I only really did it when others were likely to see my room. Once the bed was looking smooth, I stripped off my night shirt and gave Sweetie an eye full of my naked body for a moment before reaching down to pick up the clothes that had fallen to the floor. As I reached for them, I felt Sweetie’s hands grab hold of my ass and she gave me a quick squeeze.


I closed my eyes in pleasure as one of her hands shifted between my thighs to stroke my vagina, but I had to pull away after a moment. If I didn’t, then no doubt I would let Sweetie Belle convince me to take her to bed and risk Granny Smith or Applejack walking in on us.


I turned back to Sweetie and leaned in to give her a hug, letting my naked breasts crush up against her. “Sorry Sweetie, not now,” I said before rummaging through my drawers to find my bra. From the corner of my eye I could see Sweetie pout, putting on her best ‘Please’ face. I looked away and focused on finding my missing clothes.


Eventually, I managed to get all my clothes on and dragged my hairbrush through the tangles that were in my hair. Sweetie handed me my hair bow and we both made our way out of my room and downstairs into the kitchen. Granny Smith was busy in the kitchen working on making apple jams. Sweetie Belle moved over to help her while I grabbed one of the apples sitting on the counter to have for breakfast. The smell of fresh produce and the sticky sweet smell of the jam was mouth watering but I figured that we should get going. Granny Smith didn’t need any help making the jam and she waved off Sweetie’s attempts to help.


“Why don’t you youngin’s go give Applejack a hand. Sooner started, sooner done ah always said,” Granny Smith said, picking up a spoon and stirring in more sugar for the jam mix.


I mumbled something around the apple in my mouth that we were going to do just that and Sweetie and I left the kitchen out the back, emerging into the bright mid morning sun. I quickly finished off the apple and chucked the core over the fence into the pig sty. A pair of appreciative grunts followed from behind the fence. Our prize sow, Lady Piggington had just given birth to a farrow of piglets and was extra hungry.


On the way over to the barn, Sweetie pulled me to the side and handed me a small wrapped box. “This is from mum and dad. They said that there is a gift for each of us in here, something that they had Rarity custom make for us. I’ve already seen the one that they gave me but I didn’t get to see what they made for you, just that it is meant to be something personal.”


I took the box and unwrapped it as gently as I could. It was small and very light, so it couldn’t contain much. Once I had the wrapping off, I opened the box to find that there was a pair of earrings and a golden necklace resting inside it. The necklace was an apple surrounded by what looked like a stylised sun and it gleamed in the bright sun. The earrings were made from silver and both of them contained large and perfectly cut sapphires. It was clear that the necklace was meant for me, and I picked it up to take a closer look.


“Wow, ah sure didn’t expect this,” I said, examining the necklace closely. “Ah don’t know if ah can accept this. It must of cost a lot.”


Sweetie motioned for me to turn around and took the necklace from me. I turned around and lifted up my hair so as to allow her access to my neck. Sweetie placed the chain around me and fiddled with the clasp for a moment, adjusting it until the necklace sat comfortably. I turned around to find her already beginning to fit the earrings into her ears. The sapphires went well with her eyes.


“This is a gift, to welcome you to our family Applebloom. Don’t make a fuss and just take it. It looks like Rarity put a lot of effort into these, and she is the most generous person I know. It would be an insult not to accept this,” Sweetie said. She knew that I would never refuse the gift after she had mentioned that it would be an insult.


The necklace felt great and I made a mental note to thank Rarity the next time I saw her. I tucked the necklace under my shirt; I didn’t want it to get dirty or scratched while we were working later and we both began to walk out through the orchard towards the renovated barn.



As we approached the barn, we could see that the doors were firmly shut, something that struck me as odd. Applejack and Mac should still be moving things out of the barn before we started painting. Why would they have closed the door? Getting closer, we both froze in place when we heard an unmistakable sound, one that we had both heard and made ourselves often enough to know it when we heard it. It was the soft feminine moan of a woman having her pussy licked. 


“MMMMMmmmmmm, just like that,” we heard from within the barn. Sweetie looked at me and I was sure that I had on an identical expression of surprise on my face. Did Applejack have a secret lover that she hadn’t told us about? Why would she hide something like this? It dawned on me that this must be the reason that Applejack didn’t want us to come into the barn until after lunch. She had arranged to meet with her lover and they were having sex before the days (day’s) work got started. I turned around to head back to the house to give them some privacy again, but Sweetie grabbed my wrist and started to pull me towards the barn.


“What are ya doing?” I whispered to her as we reached the barn and Sweetie began to look for an opening or window to look in on.


“Don’t you want to know just who is in there?” Sweetie replied as she began to climb up on several barrels that were stacked up near the front door. The opening to the hay loft was still open and we would just be able to reach it if we tried.


I wasn’t sure but I jumped up with her, more out of trying to keep Sweetie from making a mess and being discovered than from any real desire to watch my sister fuck some random stranger. ’Jus’ one look, then we are gettin’ out’ I thought to myself as I climbed in the window and landed in the piles of hay that were stored up here.


Sweetie Belle dropped down next to me, the hay covering the noise of her fall. A pigeon that had been roosting in the loft next to us took off however, disturbed by our entry. It took off, hooting and flapping its wings loudly. Below us the moaning stopped instantly, replaced by heavy breathing.


A second later, a heavy male voice spoke, “What was that?”


My heart froze in place. There was no mistaking that voice. It was the strong but often silent voice of my brother.


“Ain’t nothin’, jus’ a bird. Now get back to it, brother O mine,” Applejack replied. A second later, her moaning resumed.


Sweetie and I moved forward towards the edge of the loft. From where we were sitting we hadn’t been able to see what was going on in the lower part of the barn, but I had a fair idea as to what would be happening. I couldn’t believe it though, and I really hoped that I was wrong.



When we reached the edge and looked down, there was no question that what we had heard was a mistake. Spread out on her back, resting on one of the piles of hay scattered around the barn was Applejack, buck naked and with her legs spread as wide as she could manage. Resting between her thighs was Big Mac, his face buried in her crotch, eagerly licking her out. I could see that one of his hands was slowly rubbing himself through his overalls, the other one was working out the buttons that held the overalls on. Applejack was using her hands to rub her breasts and from the shrieks of pleasure, she was enjoying being eaten out by her brother.



“OOOHHH, right there. That’s it Mac, munch on ya sister’s cunt”


Big Mac’s hand managed to release the buttons that were holding the last shreds of his overall on and he quickly removed them; the dusty farm clothes fell to the ground around his feet and he stepped out of them, now only clad in his underwear.


I wanted to look away, but I just couldn’t. Instead my eyes were drawn to Big Mac’s underwear and the massive bulge that poked out from under it. It looked like the elastic was ready to rip apart as Mac reached down and began to pull his underwear down his legs. In one moment, Both Sweetie Belle and I had to silence gasps as we watched Big Mac’s cock appear. It was massive, easily as thick as my wrist and a good ten inches long and it wasn’t even fully hard yet.



Applejack wrapped her legs around Big Mac’s back and gave him a quick squeeze before pushing his head away from her pussy. I watched as she leaned down and gave him a deep kiss, gently twisting him around until he was now the one sitting in the hay and she was sitting atop him.


“Ah’ve been looking forward to this all mornin’,” Applejack said as she rubbed her cunt over Mac’s stiffening rod. “Time for you ta get yer reward.”


I couldn’t believe what I was watching. My brother and sister were about to fuck like rabbits, and from the way they were acting, this wasn’t going to be the first time either. I knew that the Apple Family was closer than most, but I never knew it was this close. Sweetie pulled me aside, her eyes twinkling. “We should totally fuck them,” she whispered to me. “It would be SO hot to watch you screw Mac silly.”


I heard what Sweetie Belle was saying and I almost lost the little breakfast I had eaten. It was one of the most disgusting things she had ever suggested. I could never fuck my brother or sister. From the looks of it, Big Mac’s tool would split me in two if I even tried.


Dimly I noticed that Sweetie had begun rubbing herself, having pushed a hand into her pants when I wasn’t looking. She was clearly getting into the entire scene and if I didn’t do something soon, I was willing to bet that either she would be noticed or she would jump down and try to join in. To my own shame, I could feel a damp spot begin to form between my thighs.


Taking one more look at my siblings, I pulled Sweetie away from the loft’s edge, leading her back out of the opening and towards the ground. Sweetie didn’t want to go, but I leaned in and whispered into her ear, “Let’s go to the pond.” Sweetie go my meaning instantly and she almost raced towards the swimming pond where we had shared our first intimate encounter.


Once there, Sweetie wasted no time in pulling off her clothes and laying down on the ground, spreading her legs open to show her vagina already dripping with juice. I followed her, removing everything but the necklace that she had given me. With one hand, I inserted a finger into my own snatch and leaned in to give Sweetie a long lick. She bucked and moaned before me, her hands wrapping around my head to pull me closer.


It seemed that Sweetie had gotten her wish afterall.








That afternoon, the painting was an odd affair. Neither Sweetie nor I said anything and Applejack and Big Mac acted exactly as one would expect a brother and sister to do. I tried to focus on the painting itself, filling my mind with brush strokes and how much paint I should be using for each wall, but the images of Applejack sitting down over Big Mac’s cock just wouldn’t leave me alone. In my mind I could see her expression, filled with joy and pleasure as he entered her.


From the looks that Sweetie kept on sending me and the sidelong glances that she gave to Big Mac, I was willing to bet that she hadn’t given up on her suggestion either. She was serious about wanting to do my brother, but I just couldn’t see my self doing it. Big Mac was my brother after all. I didn’t see him as anything other than my older brother, no matter how handsome and rugged he was.



I managed to focus on the painting for the remainder of the day, and it wasn’t until late afternoon that Applejack called for us to stop for the day. We had managed to paint over almost all of the inside, with just one or two spots needing a second coat to be called down. Applejack said that she and Mac would take care of it tomorrow morning, so there was no need for Sweetie to come over tomorrow, though Sweetie said that she was more than happy to lend a hand again.


“Generous, jus’ like your sister,” Applejack said, giving Sweetie a quick rub on the head. “Don’t you worry, this will only take a jiff tomorrow an’ we’re done. Tell ya folk’s we said thanks an’ all that.”


Sweetie looked disappointed, but she didn’t press the issue. It would have looked odd if she kept trying to insist on coming over again.


“Alright. Have fun you two,” she said to Applejack and Big Mac, putting just a bit too much emphasis on her words. Luckily, Applejack didn’t seem to notice it.


“Will do. Thanks again fer yer help Sweetie Belle. Tell that sister oh yers to come visit us sometime, we miss her.”


“I will,” Sweetie said before waving to all of us and leaving the farm.


Off in the distance, Granny Smith began to ring the dinner bell, a cry of “Soup’s on” following. Applejack and Big Mac turned to head back to the house while I lingered for a moment, still thinking about what I had seen earlier in the day. I was going to have to tell them that I had seen them at some point. I just had to figure out when the best time was.








Big May sat lazily on one of the hay bales scattered around the barn. He had no clothing on and I could see every inch of his built body from my position on my knees between his legs. Sweetie Belle was sandwiched next to me and she was gently sliding her breasts up and down Mac’s leg. Above us, Mac was absently jacking his dick to hardness, his head leaning back and an expression of pleasure on his face.


Sweetie reached up and replaced Mac’s hands with her lips, somehow managing to fit his swelling tip inside her mouth and she began to swallow his length. She took him down to her limit and I could see her throat bulging out as she tried to contain his dick in her mouth. One of her hands was stroking and rubbing her pussy as she did so.


Mac groaned and ran his hands through Sweetie’s hair, his fingers tracing her curls as she started to bob back up on his dick. Soon she had only the tip of his cock in her mouth and she fell forwards again, opening up her throat as she moved down. I watched as she locked eyes with Big Mac, not blinking as they began to water from the strain of sucking his dick. Soon, she had him almost to the root and Mac’s mouth hung open as he stared dumbstruck at the sight.


Sweetie eventually had to rise off of Mac’s cock, and she did so quickly, coughing slightly before offering his slick dick to me. I looked at it for a second before standing up and bringing it to my mouth. Below me Sweetie reached in and began to play with Mac’s hanging balls with her hands. Opening my mouth wide, I leaned forward and felt Big Mac’s dick enter me.


Mac’s tool filled my mouth as I closed my lips around it. It was warm and hard as a rock. A thin dribble of sweet fluid dripped from the tip as I ran my tongue under his dick. I dropped down and quickly felt him press against the back side of my throat, just as Sweetie had done a moment before. Taking a deep breath, I push forward more and Big Mac’s cock entered past my throat and began to travel down further. My eyes began to water as I realised that I couldn’t breathe with him filling me like this.


I had to pull back after a few seconds, gasping for breath. I as did so, I noticed that Sweetie was now sucking on Mac’s balls, gently running her tongue along his sack and squeezing very gently. I joined her, taking his balls into my mouth and noting the strong salty taste of his skin. Above us, Mac’s shaft leaked clear fluids and every few seconds one of us would reach up and give his a lick or a suck. Mac was moaning almost constantly now and he put a hand on each of us, his fingers reaching down to play with our breasts.


Sweetie Belle gave me a wink and we both rose up to engulf my brother’s cock at once, our lips meeting with his cock in the middle. Once we were both in position, we began to slide up his dick, timing ourselves so that we never broke the kiss. As we reached the tip, I saw Sweetie’s tongue dart out to flick the Mac’s throbbing glands.


“UUUGggghhh,” Mac cried out as Sweetie broke away from our kiss to clamber up on top of his body. I pulled back slightly to get a good view of them as Sweetie turned around and guided Mac’s swelling dick towards her dripping tunnel. Sweetie tried to push down, but Mac’s cock was just too large for her to handle and it wouldn’t go in.


She kept trying, sliding her pussy over his length to ensure that it was slick before lining it up again. She paused to look directly at me for a moment before she bit down on her lower lip and shoved herself downwards. Mac’s cock hit her and her lips opened like a flower as he slipped inside her.


“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH,” Sweetie screamed out as she sank down on my brother’s penis. As she bottomed out around him, I could see a bulge in her belly that showed me just how deeply Mac had penetrated her. Sweetie traced the outline of Mac’s cock on her belly with one of her hands as she got used to the new pressure within her. A small trickle of blood oozed from her lip; she had bitten herself hard enough to draw blood when Big Mac had entered her.


After a few moments, Mac put his hands on Sweetie Belle’s hips and began to lift her up. I watched in fascination as Sweetie rose up off of my brothers shaft, leaving it covered in shiny fluid. As she neared the tip of his dick, Big Mac pulled back down and he slowly filled Sweetie back up until she was resting with almost his entire length inside her again. I wasn’t sure how she had managed to fit him all inside her without tearing something, but Sweetie looked like she was having the most intense moment of her life.


Their pace began to quicken as Sweetie loosened up and became used to Mac’s size. Every thrust was accompanied by the slapping sound of their hips meeting and the grunts of Mac as it looked like he struggled not to cum already. I began to rub myself as I watched, wishing that it was me in Sweetie’s place.


From the look on his face, Big Mac was clearly fighting a loosing battle and with a gasp from Sweetie, he pulled her down as deeply as he could, pushing deeper into her that he had gone on any other stroke and held her still. I could see his balls contract and Sweetie gasp quickly changed into a squeal as I could only imagine the feeling of rope after rope of my brother’s hot seed filling her body.


After several twitches, Mac began to soften and he pulled out of Sweetie Belle. A gush of white goo followed and Sweetie fell down to the ground, her eyes staring up at the roof of the barn and her legs spread wide open as Big Mac’s cum spilled lazily from her body.


I didn’t have much time to look however, as Big Mac pushed me down to the ground and spread my legs with his hands. I didn’t resist him and I glanced down to see that his dick had already recovered much of its lost hardness. It was still covered in his cum and Sweetie’s juices and he wasted no time in lining it up with my soaked entrance. On instinct, I lifted my hips up off the floor to meet him. I grit my teeth as I felt the tip of Mac’s monster begin to press up against me, forcing my lips apart as it worked its way inside, a searing pain blocking out my thoughts…








With a gasp I sat upright in my bed. Looking around, I recognised my room at the farm. Sweat rolled off of my skin, soaking into the sheets around me. As I lay there panting, I noticed that my pussy was absolutely aching for attention. It was fully wet and puffy, leaking fluids into the sheets and had been for some time, going by the smell. Without hesitation I plunged a finger inside my snatch, sighing as I felt it be swallowed up by my burning sex.


I began pumping my finger as quickly as I could, listening to the squelching noises that it made. I could feel an orgasm quickly building up and as it drew near the image of Big Mac’s cock floated into my mind again. It was so perfectly shaped, a massive length and width. The feel of it and its taste from the dream were perfectly clear in my mind. I could just about smell the musky odour of Mac’s balls as Sweetie had sucked on them. It was all just too much for me.


“Oh Mac,” I whispered just before I came. Cum dripped around my fingers as I bucked into the bed. My other hand began to rub my clit hard as I kept the image of my brother’s hard cock in my mind. It was soon lost in a haze of bliss as a powerful orgasm rocked my body, stronger than any I had felt before. I had to bite down on my lip to keep a scream from escaping my mouth, the pain distracting me from the overwhelming pleasure.


Eventually, I calmed down and relaxed back into my bed, panting slightly and hoping that no one had heard me. I had bucked my sheets off at some point and the cool night air felt pleasant to my sweaty body.


As I lay there atop sheets that were drenched in my own cum, I realised that Sweetie Belle had been right about one thing. It would be totally hot to screw my siblings, and I decided that come hell or high water I was going to fuck them.


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Chapter 4




The next morning, I awoke covered in the smells of my late night session. Fragments of the dream floated through my mind, Sweetie impaling herself, the sight of Mac’s cum covering her body. However, unlike last night, this time I felt nothing but burning shame that I had even considered the sight of my brother to be arousing. The thoughts that I had used him to bring myself to orgasm were etched into my mind and I wished that I could simply forget the entire previous day and everything I had learned. Without the haze of hormones clouding my mind, I could see my actions from last night as disgusting. I wasn’t attracted to my brother, no matter what my dreams or Sweetie Belle said. He was my brother, not some random guy I could have ‘relations’ with.



Still, my mind kept returning to the scene that had played out yesterday. There was no doubt as to what Applejack and Big Mac had been doing. Much like Rarity had said to us, there were only so many reasons for two people to be naked together. I knew that I had to talk to my siblings about this, but I didn’t want to simply march up to them and state that I knew about what they had been doing. The idea that I could use this to blackmail Applejack and Big Mac came to me, but I dismissed it. I wanted them to accept that I was in love with Sweetie and be happy for me because they were happy for me, not because I was forcing them to by holding a secret over their heads. That wasn’t the way that Apples did things.



Getting out of bed, I flicked on my bedside lights and walked over to my window, opening my curtains and sliding the pane to the side before looking down into the still dark yard. A rush of cool air on my skin felt nice and the stink in my room began to clear slightly. There was a very faint orange glow on the horizon, the sun wouldn’t be up for some time yet, but it wasn’t all that far off. I wasn’t normally up at this time, but I knew that Applejack and Big Mac would have been up for some time already. They were always up early, so as to get some work done before the day began to heat up.



“Hey Apple Bloom, ya want ta put somthin’ on? Yer birthday suit is showin’.” Applejack called down from the ground below my window. She was grinning at me and I realised that I was still naked from the night before. She could see everything from the waist up, lit from the lamp I had just turned on. My hands instinctively shot over my body, trying to shield myself from her eyes. Even in the dim, pre morning light, I was sure that Applejack could see me blush.



“Don’t be embarrassed sugar, this ain’t the first time ah’ve seen you naked. Them bikini’s ya like to wear don’t exactly cover much either,” Applejack said, bringing up a hand to cover her smile. “Besides, ya look good. Ya should be proud of that body and any boy should be lucky to have you.”



I pulled up a shirt to cover myself with and Applejack walked inside the house. I could hear the door open and shut below me. I moved back over to the bed and fell down onto it, my face burning with the embarrassment of having been seen by my sister. She was right, this wasn’t the first time she had seen me naked; after all, we had 4 people and only one shower, but it was still embarrassing. 



Unbidden, the image of Applejack naked on the hay bale floated back into my mind. I tried to blot it out and focus on something else but it just wouldn’t go away. The image quickly shifted to a scene of me and Applejack kneeling before Big Mac. Between us was his hard rod and he was leaning over to finger Applejack’s cunt.



I smacked my hand into my head, trying to jar the image loose. It changed again to Mac shooting his cum over our breasts. Applejack leaned forward to lick his seed from my breasts while I pushed a finger into her dripping cunt. Applejack rose up and caught me in a kiss, swapping Mac’s cum between our mouths…



No I thought as I bit down hard on my cheek, drawing a thin trickle of blood. The pain and the coppery, metallic taste managed to distract me from the images in my mind and I was able to focus on the room again. A quick glance at the clock told me that dawn would be about half an hour off, but I knew that it would be pointless trying to go back to bed. If Applejack was already up, then maybe now would be a good time to have a private talk with her about what I had seen yesterday. I wanted to know how long it had been going on and how they had started, if only to understand why.



I dressed myself in long sleeves and pants, pausing to put on my apple necklace, which I had placed on the night stand. I knew it was only metal, but I felt safe with it on, like Sweetie Belle was in the room with me and it gave me confidence. I would go downstairs and talk to Applejack about this, and maybe we could also talk about me and Sweetie Belle.



I finished putting on my clothes and grabbed my hair bow. I didn’t bother trying to brush my hair yet, as that would simply be pointless until after I had my morning shower. The bow would keep my hair up and out of my face for now though. Tying it into my hair, I left my room and crept down the hallway, keeping my eyes firmly fixed away from my brother’s room. I didn’t want to think about my dream just yet, so I tried to focus on something else.



The first thing that came to mind was how Sweetie’s parents had reacted to us a few days ago. The way that they had been so accepting had been incredible and it gave me hope for us as a couple. Part of me thought that between Sweetie and myself, Pearl, Magnum, Rarity, Lyra, and Bon-Bon, we should be able to convince my family to accept us. The problem was that none of the others were here, it was just me.



I walked down the stairs to find that Applejack had already boiled the kettle, a cloud of steam billowing from the top of it. Applejack herself was sitting at the kitchen table, a steaming mug of coffee resting before her. She took it black, with no cream or milk, something I just couldn’t do on the rare occasion that I even drank the bitter stuff. She looked up at me as I entered the kitchen and I noticed her sniff a few times but she didn’t say anything. She wasn’t a fool, she could tell that something was up, as I was never awake at this time without a good reason.



“Is something the matter Bloom? Is this about me seein’ ya earlier? Ya know that was jus’ sister teasin’, right?”



“It’s not that,” I said. This was it, and I decided to take the plunge here and now. I knew that I should wait for Sweetie Belle as well, but the moment just felt right. If only the butterflies in my stomach agreed. “Applejack, ah need to tell ya somethin’, two something’s actually. Can we go somewhere private?”



Applejack looked confused, but nodded once at me, “Sure sugarcube. The barn will be empty now, Mac’s out fixin’ up the plough and Granny’s never up before nine.” She got up and took her coffee out the back and led me towards the distant barn. In the pre-dawn gloom, I could just make out Big Mac fiddling with the plough out in the field, and well out of earshot. He looked up at us, but didn’t make any attempt to join us. After a moment he just returned to working on the plough.



Once we were inside, Applejack set her coffee down on a hay bale and lit one of the hanging lamps, covering everything in a flickering orange light before turning to face me. “So what’s up honey? What do you need to talk about?”



I steadied myself, thinking of Sweetie’s parents and how nice it must be for them to have everything out in the open. I looked directly at Applejack. “Ah saw you and Mac yesterday.”



Applejack’s face paled. “Wh-what are ya talkin’ about Apple Bloom? Mac and ah were jus’ paintin’”. As she said it, her entire face contorted with the effort of trying to tell a lie. Applejack had one of the worst poker faces that I had ever seen. You could always tell if she was being dishonest to the point that she had on more than one occasion said that ‘it’s so obvious ah’m telling a lie, ah might as well jus’ tell the truth.’



I saw her face twist and I could tell that she felt it as well. Applejack may be many things, but she wouldn’t be able to keep up a barefaced lie for long. I hated having to do this to my sister, but I didn’t really have a choice.



“Ah saw you and Mac in here yesterday morning, buckin’ each other like crazy. Ya remember that pigeon that few out of tha loft?”



Applejack nodded. “That was you?” she asked. I nodded at her.



“Sweetie saw as well. We heard ya from outside and climbed into tha loft to see what was going on. How could you do somethin’ like that? Granny would have a fit if she found out.”



Applejack picked up her coffee with a shaking hand and took a sip before walking over to the pile of hay bales we had stored inside. She seemed to slump down a bit as she realised that she was caught and there was no point in trying to hide it any longer. “Ah suppose ah should tell ya the truth. Jus’ promise you won’t interrupt until ya have heard the entire thing.”



I nodded once at her.





Applejack sat back down on a hay bale and indicated that I should do the same. She took a deep breath in and steadied herself. I could tell that she was trying to order her thoughts for a story that she had never told before.



“Ah don’t expect ya to approve, but ah hope ya will at least understand why. Mac and ah had sworn to never tell this tale ta anyone, but it seems ya found us out. It would have all started about five, six years ago. It was that year of the really bad winter. Ya remember it?”



I nodded at her. I did remember that year as being particularly bad, the coldest one on record we had found out later on. A blizzard had cut us off from the rest of the town for several weeks and we almost lost our entire apple orchard to the snow. I was still too young then to really understand just how close we had come to disaster then.



“During that winter, we had a pack of wolves poaching on our land. We would hear them howling and find a couple of chickens or a piglet missing the next day. One night Mac and ah decided to put an end to it. We got rugged up and went out into the forest to find the den and drive out the wolves. Now ah know that forest isn’t exactly welcoming at the best oh times, but we had to look after the farm and keep you safe.”



“Ah remember that, Ah didn’t know why you two were going out and Granny Smith didn’t tell me,” I said.



“That’s because ah told her not to. Didn’t want you commin’ along. These wolves were mean and they were hungry. A young girl would just make an easy meal for them and I didn’t want to be worrying about you while I was out there. Anyways, we had almost managed to track them to their den when a snow storm came in and we had ta find shelter. Mac had spotted a cave not far from where we were and we made for it. Ah wasn’t watchin’ where ah was going, and ah slipped into a near frozen pond that had been covered in snow. Mac got me out quick smart but not before we were both soaked down ta the bone. Fortunately the cave was well sheltered from the storm and there were plenty of dried roots and vines hanging off the walls for us to use as fuel for a fire. Mac was able to get a fire lit quickly, but we both realised that we had to get out of our soaked clothes as they were freezing around us. We had brought blankets with us, but they had been in mah pack, and were just as wet as everythin’ else.”



I could guess what had happened next. We had learned in school what to do in a snowstorm if you were trapped with another. The fact that both Applejack and Big Mac were still here now meant that this story had a happy ending, but it sounded pretty grim right now.



Applejack continued, “We didn’t have a choice. If we wanted to live then we had to strip out and share bodily warmth. Ain’t that the first rule of survival or somethin’? Neither one of us liked the idea, but need comes before want and we had no idea which way was back to tha farm through the snow, so we got out of our clothes and huddled together by the fire. It sounds weird ah know, but we were more concerned on livin’ that we didn’t care about being embarrassed or nothin’. Mac sat behind me and tried to keep his hands and eyes away from me and that worked for a while, but soon the fire began to grow low and we didn’t have all that many bits of wood and root left.”



Applejack paused there, her eyes misting over as she remembered the scene as best as she could.



“By that point, the fire had dried us, but our clothes were still wet. We had ta do somethin’, else we were gonna freeze ta death so ah said, ‘Mac, we gotta do somethin’ else to keep warm. Ah know this is gonna sound weird, but buckin’ is the best way to keep warm right now, the heat and activity will keep us warm. We ain’t got much choice in this matter, that fire ain’t gonna stay lit forever.’ Now Mac, he weren’t all that keen on the idea. He jus’ wanted to keep still by the fire and wait it out. Ah didn’t notice just how cold he had gotten until he began to fall asleep next to me. What’s that fancy word for really, really cold? Hypothersomthin’?”



“Hypothermia,” I said, remembering one of Sweetie’s moments when she spoke like a dictionary. “Ya think ya getting sleepy, but ya really are getting dead.”



Applejack nodded. “Right, so when that happened, ah really had no choice. At first, ah tried slapping him awake, and that worked for a bit, but soon even that stopped workin’. Ah wasn’t about ta loose my brother, not after what happened ta our parents, so ah did the only thing ah could think of at the time to get him awake again. Ah grabbed his dick and started sucking on it, not even thinking about the fact that it was mah own brother’s. That sure got him up again.”



Applejack smiled as she remembered the scene. I could picture it, though I really didn’t want to.



“It didn’t take long for him to wake up when I started suckin’ on him. At first ah don’t think he really knew what was goin’ on, but his body knew what ta do. Once he was all good and hard, ah lay back, spread myself and let him enter me. He was huge and it hurt, but ah knew that ah was doin’ it for a good reason. His fingers were cold on mah body, but ah didn’t care. Ah let him warm himself on mah breasts and inside mah body. It felt strange, but to this day, ah don’t think what we did was wrong.



At that point, I had heard all that I needed to. It was clear what had happened next and I didn’t need to hear all the details. “Ya can jus’ skip past that part,” I said to Applejack. She looked at me for a moment before shrugging.



“Yea, ah guess ya don’t need ta know the exact details. Jus’ know that we fucked through the night. Once he got goin’, Mac was all for it. Ah don’t think ah have ever seen a man last as long as he did. Ah must a cum a dozen times that night.”



“Too much information,” I said, screwing up my face as she said it.



Applejack laughed softly and gave me a light punch on my shoulder before going on. “Well tha point is that we lived through one of the coldest nights on record by doing whatever we had ta survive. Ah don’t regret what we did. Ah had get back ta care for you and granny would never forgive herself if we didn’t come back. Anyway, tha storm died down in the early hours of tha morning and by then our blankets had dried enough that we could use them so we huddled down for sleep, an unspoken agreement ta not mention what we had just done between us.”



“Tha next morning, we found two of tha wolves outside the cave. They had frozen solid in tha storm tryin’ ta track us. Ah figure that tha rest of the pack perished as we didn’t ever see or hear from them again. Mac and ah returned to the farm and we both agreed to never mention what happened between us again, to try and forget that it ever happened. It worked well until the next year,” Applejack said, her voice growing soft as she finished remembering the events that had nearly killed her.



I had no idea that things had been that bad. Part of me could understand what they had done back then; it was a choice between freezing to death alone in the woods or doing whatever it took to live.



“On the year anniversary, ah wanted to do something to mark the event, something to let Mac know that ah was still grateful to him for saving my life. When ah walked into his room, ah kinda found him jackin’ it to a magazine.” Applejack’s cheeks began to glow a pale pink as she spoke, clearly remembering the moment. “When ah saw that, ah realised that there was only one thing ah could really do to show mah love ta him. We made love that night, and it was beautiful. He was tha most tender lover ah have ever had. We both knew then that somethin’ had changed between us that night in tha cave and we didn’t want it ta end.”



Applejack turned to look out of the open barn window. We could just see Mac finishing up with the plough and put his tools away. He knew that we were in here, but he didn’t make any attempt to join us. He could tell that this was a private moment between us and he respected that.



“Maybe we have been a bit stupid and careless,” Applejack said, still looking at our brother. “It was meant to be a celebration of our survival, but it’s time ta move on. Ah know that school teacher oh yours has her eye on him and it ain’t fair to expect him to stay with me. Ah’ll tell him tonight that we can’t keep doin’ this anymore; that’s it’s time ta move forward with our lives.” 



We both were silent for a while. Applejack finished her coffee while we both just sat there, comfortable in each others presence. It had been a long time since we had just talked like this, as two adults rather than as a child and her sister/adoptive mother. Eventually Applejack spoke up again. “Ya said earlier that ya had another thing ya wanted ta mention? Ya still up for talkin’ about it?”



I sighed and realised that this was it, this was going to be the moment that I told Applejack my truth, just as she had done before. In many ways I was eager to start, knowing that this would be a huge weight off of my mind, but I didn’t want to interrupt this moment.



“Ah guess so,” I said, nodding. “There is somethin’ ah need to tell you about me, somethin’ ah have been keeping from ya fer a few weeks now.”



Applejack’s face softened and she put one of her hands on my shoulder. “Is it about how Sweetie Belle and ya are in love?” she asked me, her voice laced with both concern and understanding.



I felt my entire body grow stiff as I heard Applejack say that. She knew. How did she know? Who could have told her? “Ho-ho-how,” I managed to stutter out.



“How did I know?” she guessed. “Two reasons Apple Bloom. Partly because of the fact that Rarity told me, though she didn’t mean ta, but mostly because ah saw ya and her together that day ya went out ta the pond. Ah was commin’ ta find ya fer lunch when ah saw tha pair of ya layin’ on one towel and all pressed up together in each others arms. It didn’t take a genius ta work out what had happened, so ah left ya alone.”



“Why didn’t ya say anything before?” I asked her, my mind cranking up again to the point where I could talk.



“Because it wasn’t mah secret to tell,” Applejack said, giving me a small smile. “Ah knew that you would tell us when you were ready and ah didn’t want to rush ya. Ah know that taking those first steps out into the open in a relationship can seem daunting and ya have to let people move at their own pace.”



Applejack got off of her hay bale and knelt down in front of me, putting her hands on both of my shoulders. She looked directly into my eyes, giving me a level stare that told me she was being totally serious. “Apple Bloom, ya are family and ah will always love ya, no matter what. Ah will always support ya in whatever ya choose ta do. Ah’m a little hurt that ya didn’t trust me enough ta tell me earlier, but ah understand why ya didn’t. If this is what ya want, then go fer it. Don’t worry about what others think, only what ya think matters. If ya stand firm together, then everyone else will eventually come around and accept it.”



“What about Granny?” I asked Applejack.


“Don’t you worry about her. Sure she isn’t crazy on the idea of same sex couples, but that is jus’ how she was raised by her parents. Ah’m sure she will come around. Yer family and that is stronger than any mindless belief. She jus’ wants ya to be happy, same as all us.”


Applejack leaned in and gave me a lengthy kiss on my forehead. There was no passion in the kiss; it was purely the kind that a sister would give to let me know that everything was going to be ok. As she did so, she pulled me into a tight hug, one which I gave back. It had been a long time since we had done this and I didn’t want it to end.



Eventually though, something that Applejack had said lit up in my head and I pulled back to stare at her. “Wait, ya said that Rarity told ya. What exactly did she say? She promised that she wouldn’t tell ya,” I asked.



“She didn’t say it directly, but she did accidently drop a hint or two that ah was able to piece together, along with the fact that ah had seen the two of you together already. She said that it ‘was so nice to see Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle together like this’”. Applejack tried to mimic Rarity’s cultured voice as she imitated her. We both laughed as she failed miserably. “From that and what ah had seen, ah was able to work out what was happening between the two of ya, but ah didn’t want to pressure ya, so ah didn’t say anything.”



Applejack moved back to her bale and picked up her already empty cup, turning it over in her hands. “Ah haven’t and won’t say anything to Mac and Granny until ya are ready to talk, but know this Apple Bloom. Ah still and always will love ya, nothin’ will change that. Ya will always be mah little sister,” she said, playfully rubbing my hair with her hands, causing me to squirm under her and try to dislodge her.



As I wriggled about, my necklace slipped from under my shirt and thumped against my chest. Applejack saw it and instantly stopped rubbing me to take a closer look at it. She turned the sun encased apple over in her hands. “That’s beautiful Bloom. Rarity outdid herself on this. Almost makes up fer her loose tongue.” She put it back down and I slipped it back under my shirt. Its slight weight was reassuring as it pressed against my chest.



Applejack gave my hands a squeeze. “Remember Apple Bloom, when ya are ready. We will always be there for ya, no matter what.”



With that we both fell into a comfortable silence again. There was nothing that needed to be said and we didn’t feel the need to make small talk. It was just enough that we had been open with each other, even if just for a moment. Finally we both got up off the bales and made our way back towards the house. Off in the distance, I could see the sun just beginning to rise up over the hills. It looked like it was going to be a perfect day, clear of clouds.


Applejack reached the house before me and she quickly disappeared inside. A moment later I could hear the sounds of pans rattling around as she began her daily chore of preparing breakfast. I waited for a few moments longer, waiting peacefully for the sun to finish its rise. As the first rays of the sun cleared the hill and washed over me, I gripped the golden necklace that I was wearing, thinking back on all the good times that had already happened, and all the ones that lay ahead.



One thing was for sure though. A new dawn was breaking for us, and things were only going to get better.

 







> BONUS: Girly time with Lyra and Bon-Bon
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A Summer Day on the Farm
Bonus chapter - Girly time with Lyra and Bon-Bon




It had taken more than a little bit of prodding on my part, but I had finally managed to get Apple Bloom to agree to my idea. A full day of asking, coupled with a massive dose of my ‘please’ eyes and she had relented; finally coming around to thinking that it could be interesting just to try it out.

I’m speaking of course about the offer that Lyra had made to us when we had visited. She had offered to let us join in with them and have ourselves a little four way action. I had wanted to take that offer up earlier, but Apple Bloom was hesitant, so we waited. Our night with Ruby showed me that she was willing to try new things so long as we both agreed to it before hand and this, in some ways, felt like a natural extension of that. We had been invited, so it wasn’t that we were imposing on Lyra and Bon-Bon. They had asked us; well Lyra had at least, but I wasn’t about to let a little distinction like that get in the way of a night of fun. 

Tonight was going to be a blast, I could just feel it. Lyra had promised us that she knew a couple of tricks that she could show us, and I was sure that she wouldn’t disappoint.








It was about a week after Apple Bloom and I had spied on her siblings going at it and a lot had changed in that time. Apple Bloom had told me that she had confronted Applejack the next day and the two of them had had a talk. She was mum as to what exactly she had spoken about; calling it ‘private sister stuff’, but that the gist of it was the Applejack now knew about us and had given her approval. Apple Bloom had said that she still needed to talk to her Granny, but Applejack was the major player on the farm and she was on our side now. I trusted Apple Bloom and her sister to cover that base from her on out.

In my own house, things had changed slightly between my parents and me. They had stopped treating me quite so much like a child and more as an adult, and it was a nice change to have a little bit more freedom. Pearl had taken things a little bit too far however, sitting me down one night and showing me her collection of toys that I could borrow. When she moved on to trying to give me verbal instruction on lesbian technique however, it became too much and I had to leave the house. It was one of the most mortifying moments of my life, but it made me realise how rude I had been trying to get Apple Bloom to sleep with her brother. If she felt anything like I did when Pearl tried to describe to me just how to arch your tongue to flick the spot behind the clit, then it must have been very uncomfortable for her. I wouldn’t press that issue again. Not unless Apple Bloom brought it up first.

A knock at the door caught my attention and I quickly got up and went over to open it. Apple Bloom was standing on the porch, dressed in a modest set of pants and a short sleeved shirt. I could just make out the chain of her necklace under the collar and it made me happy to see her wearing it. Not bothering to hide anymore, I quickly pulled her into a tight hug, embracing and deeply kissing her right on the front step of our house. We had nothing to hide anymore and I didn’t care who saw us. Apple Bloom held back for a moment, but she relaxed into it fairly quickly, bringing her arms up to encircle me back. We remained there for a few moments before I had to pull back and take a breath. Apple Bloom stood there with a slightly goofy grin on her face before I pulled her inside so that we could finish getting ready. I still had a few little things to do like style my hair and apply makeup. 

As we moved through the house towards my bathroom, we ran into Pearl who was taking a load of washing outside to catch the last of the afternoon sun. “Oh, hi there, Apple Bloom. How good to see you again. You two getting on ok?” she asked innocently.

“Pretty good, ah guess. Ya need a hand with that?” Apple Bloom replied, pointing to the basket of washing. 

“No, no. I’m quite alright with it. Thank you though. You are such a sweet girl. Do you have anything planned for tonight? Girls night in, watch a movie, dye each others hair?”

“Actually, we are going over to Lyra and Bon-Bon’s,” I said. “They invited us for dinner a little while ago.” It wasn’t a total lie. We had been invited and there would plenty to eat, just not of the food variety. My pussy gave a tiny twitch as I thought about the coming hours.

“Riiiiiight,” Pearl replied, winking to me. “Well you two have fun.” Her tone suggested that she had no illusions as to what would be happening for the after dinner entertainment. I had to remind myself that Pearl was not the plain older woman I had though she was for so long. She probably knew exactly what we were going to get up to because she had done the same at our age.

Apple Bloom said nothing but blushed at Pearl’s comments. Her face nearly matched her bright red hair and bow. I grabbed her hand and pulled her through into my room, where she quickly sank down onto my bed, trying to hide her glowing face. I shrugged and walked over to my conjoined bathroom, calling back as I did so, “Relax Bloom. She’ll only keep this up for another fifteen, twenty years tops.” 

“Ah know she means well. Ah just wish she would stop with all tha innuendo all tha time.”

“She’s just happy for us,” I called out as I searched for my curling brushes. Just because we were going to be rolling around on the floor was no reason not to look nice for our hosts. “Just give her a few weeks and things should settle down again.”

“If ah had known that she would have been this much trouble, ah would have stayed in tha closet,” I heard Apple Bloom mutter. I quickly stuck my head out of the bathroom to see Apple Bloom lay down onto my bed, one hand idly fiddling at her chain. 

“You don’t really mean that,” I said. She couldn’t be serious about that.

Apple Bloom turned her head and looked at me with a smile. “Naw, not really. Ya gonna be long in there? Ah don’t wanna keep ‘em waitin’,” she replied.

“Just give me a couple of minutes,” I said, ducking back into the bathroom. “Just need to finish up with my hair and decide on a lipstick.”

“Yer hair is fine, and ya don’t need that fancy lipstick anyway,” Apple Bloom protested. “Yer beautiful without it.”

“Hey, just because you want to look like a hog on wash day doesn’t mean that I want to,” I called back, throwing in a good natured barb. Apple Bloom knew that I didn’t really mean it.

“Well, at least ah ain’t a stuck up hoity toity fop with a dictionary for a brain,” Apple Bloom countered. I had to concede that point. 

“Score one for Apple Bloom. Alright, just the hair then,” I said, grabbing my brushes again and dragging them through my pink and purple locks. It took me a few moments to finish up, but eventually I emerged from the bathroom with perfect curls that bounced with every step. I loved my hair and made sure to look after it when ever I had the opportunity, just for moments like that. It was one thing that Rarity had made sure to teach me from an early age. 

Apple Bloom instantly looked over my curls and ran one of her hands through the lower locks. “Why is it that ya never dress up fer me anymore?” she asked in mock indignation.

I quickly kissed her again, this time leaning in with more tongue. Apple Bloom tasted spicy and I looked forward to sampling more of her over the next few hours. “Just say the word, oh dear lover of mine, and you shall have garments of the finest lilacs and jasmines. You shall be the envy of every Apple farmer’s daughter the world over.”

“Uhh, on second thought, ah’m good,” Apple Bloom said, backing off slightly.

’Score evened’ I thought, giving her a devious grin. “Come on,” I called to her. “We will be late if we hold up much longer.”

“Ah was ready two hours ago. Yer tha one holdin’ us up,” Apple Bloom said, getting up from the bed. Grabbing my handbag, we walked out of my room and made for the front door, eager to get the night underway. It would be an entirely new experience for us, and I for one was excited to give it a try. 

We were almost out the door when Pearl stopped us from the back door. “See you later, you two,” She called before her tone shifted to a more serious one. “Be safe, but most of all, enjoy yourselves and have fun. Do say hello to Bon-Bon for me, we haven't caught up in ages.”

I wasn’t even aware that Pearl and Bon-Bon even knew each other, but I shrugged and nodded. 

Pearl smiled at us again. With that, she walked back into the kitchen and a moment later, we heard the sound of the kettle beginning to boil. I took that as my cue that she was done talking to us and we were free to get going. 

We quickly made our way outside and into the dimming light of the setting sun. Bright orange covered the sky in fire and we could see that it would be full dark within the next hour. Apple Bloom and I made our way over towards Bon-Bon’s shop and house quickly, dodging the few people still out in the market stalls or returning home from their work. Soon we arrived at the shop and saw the large ‘closed’ sign hanging from the door. Undaunted by the sign, I reached up and gave a series of solid knocks to the door, before stepping back down onto the ground.

“Who is it?” came a playful response. I could see a figure moving behind the glass, but it was too dark to clearly make out anything. 

“It’s Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom,” I said. The figure reached out to the door and turned something near the latch. The door opened to reveal Lyra. She was smiling broadly at us and she quickly stepped aside to let us in. It wasn’t until we were inside their home that I noticed just what she was wearing. Lyra was dressed in some very frilly lace underwear covered in a see through wrap that looked as if it would rip the moment that someone touched it. Her golden eyes sparkled with anticipation as she no doubt imagined what would be happening very soon.

“This is going to be really exciting, you two. I know this may seem weird at first, but trust me; the key to keeping a relationship fresh is variety. You’re going to have a lot of fun tonight. I know I will,” she said before running a hand through my hair. Apple Bloom looked a little put off by the motion, but she didn’t say anything. She had agreed to try this after all. 

“Is that them, Lyra?” Bon-Bon called out from the living room area of the house. Lyra motioned for us to follow her and we quickly moved through the store and into their private home. The house had been redesigned since we were there last. Much of the furniture had been moved around; making a larger open space in the middle and almost all the lights had been turned off. Candles provided most of the illumination, giving everything a soft appearance in the flickering light. Light jazz flowed from a record player in the corner, Colttrane I identified from my father’s record collection. 

When we got into the living room, we saw that Bon-Bon was dressed in almost the exact same thing as Lyra; they had clearly dressed together on this one. She was still sorting through a small selection of toys that she had spread out on the table. I could see a pair of strap-ons similar to the one that we had, a double ended dildo and a few other things that I couldn’t quite identify. 

Bon-Bon turned around and smiled warmly at us. “You two look amazing,” she said. I felt that we were a little over dressed, compared to what they were wearing. “Would you care for anything to eat or drink? We have a wide selection of wines I got from Berry earlier and Lyra has a couple of harder liquors if you prefer that.”

“Wine would be great,” I said. Pearl had let me start drinking at dinner and I had developed a liking for a good glass. Apple Bloom also asked for a wine and Bon-Bon quickly vanished into the kitchen to fetch the requested drinks. 

Lyra opened a bottle from one of the side cabinets and poured herself a small shot of an amber liquid that almost matched her eyes. “Hope you don’t mind, but I prefer something a little stronger.”

“Not at all”

Lyra smiled and picked up her glass before quickly downing the contents in a single gulp. She seemed to choke slightly for a moment before putting the glass back down and refilling it. 

“Slow down there honey, no sense in getting smashed before we even begin,” Bon-Bon called out from behind us, walking into the living room with a tray of three glasses filled with a deep purple wine. She put the tray down on the table and handed each of us a glass. When we each were holding a drink, Lyra raised her glass up and proposed a toast. 

“To new experiences and young love.”

We all raised our glasses to that and clinked gently against each other. In one motion, we all took a sip of our wine, or in Lyra’s case, drained her glass again. I saw Bon-Bon shoot her a hard look.

The wine was quite sweet and I quickly drained the glass. Apple Bloom was a bit more hesitant, taking smaller sips and making her glass last for a longer time. Bon-Bon offered me a second glass of wine, which I took and polished off in short order again. Within minutes, I was swept up in a rosy warm feeling as the wine made its way throughout my body. 

Lyra had just finished off her third shot when she got up and moved over to the record player. She fiddled with it for a moment before switching over a new record and setting it going. The new music changed instantly from the jazz that had been playing to something that sounded far more seductive.

“Well, shall we get started?” she asked before walking out into the middle of the room. As a saxophone solo began on the record, Lyra began moving around in time with the music, her hands sliding over her body while she slowly spun around, giving me a clear view of her body. 

Around me I saw that Apple Bloom and Bon-Bon had put their glasses down and were watching the tease going on before us. Lyra caught me looking at her and she winked before pulling her nearly see through wrap off and bending over, running her hands down one of her legs and raising her ass up into the air. Watching her was sexy as hell and I could feel a damp spot begin to form between my legs. 

Lyra straightened up she and she began swaying back and forth, slipping her bra down around her arms before unclipping the hooks. The bra fell to the floor and Lyra gently turned around, still covering her chest with her hands. Instead she leaned forward, giving us all a clear view down her front, before she let go of herself and straightened up. She gently bit on one of her fingers while her other hand traced along the outside of her panty covered slit. I could see a wet spot forming on the material. Lyra was clearly getting off on her striptease.

Removing her finger from her mouth, she gave me a ‘come hither’ look and curled her finger at me, clearly signalling that she wanted me to take the stage with her. I turned to see that Bon-Bon had begun to stroke herself through her panties while she gazed at her lover, but Apple Bloom was still just looking. I could see a gleam in her eyes that told me she was getting aroused, but not yet willing to actually act on it. 

Lyra slinked over to me and pulled me up to a standing position near her. One of her hands began to stroke the space between my breasts, sending a shiver down my spine while the other one wrapped around behind my head and she slowly pulled me in close with her. I didn’t resist in any way, being far too eager to let this continue to actually do anything to stop it. 

Lyra had a pair of very small tits, each one no more than a single handful, but they matched her lithe frame very well and her nipples were poking out like two iron studs. She guided me towards them and I instantly suckled one of them into my mouth, bringing my hands up to tweak her other nipple. Lyra moaned above me as I licked and sucked on her. One of my hands traced its way down her body, coming to rest just above the hem line of her panties, which were now the only piece of clothing she still had on. 

Lyra pulled me off of her breast and met my lips with hers. The wine was making me quite tipsy and I didn’t resist her advances as she forced her tongue into my mouth. She smelled faintly of the drink that she had been chugging earlier. Her hands worked their way lower and soon she began squeezing and fondling my breasts through my dress. The damp spot between my legs had progressed to the point that I was sure it had soaked through my underwear.

I felt a tugging at the zip of my dress and a moment later, Lyra broke away from our kiss to pull it over my head and arms. Soon she had managed to remove it entirely and I was standing before her, just in my underwear and shoes. Lyra’s hands encircled me again and I felt them begin to work on the clasp of my bra. It didn’t take her long to unhook it and I felt it pop away from my body, leaving me holding onto it with my hands. Lyra quickly reached in and pulled the bra away with her teeth, exposing me to her wandering eyes and I had to say that I loved it. The thrill of being naked before someone was exciting and I was going to give her a show.

A quick flash of motion behind me drew our attention and we both turned to see that Bon-Bon and Apple Bloom were now making out on the couch. Bon-Bon had one of her hands under Apple Bloom’s shirt and I could see that she was massaging her breasts. Apple Bloom appeared to be moaning into their shared kiss and I could see her begin to spread her legs apart on a reflex. It wouldn’t be long before Bon-Bon would be able to get between her and have a taste.

The feel of teeth on my breasts brought me back to the fact that Lyra was still trying to tease me. She had latched onto my body like a leech and she was sucking on my nipples as I had to her, trying to arouse them to hardness. All the while, she was grabbing my other breast and fondling and squeezing it as if it was lump of dough. I shivered with pleasure as she groped me and Lyra quickly changed her technique from sucking to lightly biting the hardening nipples. Normally it would have hurt, but when she did it, all I could feel was the pleasure of her touch. Lyra was right; she did know a few new tricks she could show us.

A squeal from Apple Bloom caught my attention and I looked over to see that Bon-Bon had managed to remove her shirt and pants, and had pushed her panties off to the side. One of her fingers was now rubbing against Apple Blooms exposed clit as the pair exchanged kisses. Even through the dimmer light of the candles, I could see the glistening wet of Apple Bloom’s arousal and I was sure that she was having a wonderful time, just as I was. 

After a few seconds, Lyra detached from my breasts and pushed me down onto the other couch in the room. I landed heavily in the soft pillows and rolled back slightly. Lyra took the opportunity to jump inside my legs and run her tongue up my soaked panties. I could feel her through the cloth and I felt my pussy twitch hard as it scraped her teeth over my nub. She caught the hem of my panties in her mouth, just as she had with my bra and she began to pull them down my legs. I had to give her a hand and soon she had them down around my ankles. It was the work of a second for her to have them off entirely and she quickly brought them up to her nose and took a deep sniff. 

“You smell divine Sweetie, I can’t wait for the main course,” she said, her voice tinged with dripping desire. I responded by opening my legs, spreading them apart and revealing myself to her. Lyra zeroed in on my clam and she moved in quickly, dragging her tongue up the inside of my thighs before she finally reached her goal.

Lyra’s tongue touched the outside of my sex and she made one slow pass up from the base all the way to just below my clit. The move sent electric shocks flowing throughout my body and Lyra noticed, moving instead to grab my budding clit into her mouth. Her tongue began to expertly flick across my button; each movement was perfectly aimed and timed to match the bucking of my hips as she brought me closer to my release. 

The blinding haze of orgasm began to fill my mind as Lyra’s skilled sucking hit all my right buttons. My hands began to spasm around, clenching and relaxing as if they had a mind of their own. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to last much longer and Lyra was a master of the tongue.

With a sharp gasp, I felt myself reach the seconds before my peak. Just before I hit the moment of my release, Lyra let go of my clit, and licked the side of my walls instead. The motion was so unexpected that it drained away the oncoming orgasm and left me resting weakly on the couch. 

“Why…did…you…stop?” I gasped. Lyra didn’t respond, but leaned up over me and kissed me hard. I could taste my own juices on her lips.

“Because we are just getting started. I want you to remember this cum for the rest of your life,” she growled playfully at me. With that she stood up and slid down her own panties. Holding them over me, Lyra squeezed them hard and I watched several drips of her arousal fall down and splatter over my chest. She began to rub the drops into my skin, almost as if it was a lotion of some kind. Once she was done, Lyra dropped her panties to the ground and instead climbed onto the couch, standing above me so that I had a clear view of her slit. It was as wet and dripping I was sure mine was and Lyra held herself open with her fingers so that I could see right up inside her.

“You did this to me, you sexy little girl. Now, what are you going to do about it?”

I grinned up at her, licking my lips at the buffet before me. “Why don’t you come down here and find out.”

Lyra lowered herself and I stuck my tongue up eagerly to meet her. Soon she reached a sitting position and she dropped down the last few inches before letting me reach her. With one short push, my tongue hit the bottom of her snatch and her juices flowed down to coat my tongue. Lyra was rather tart, but she had a sweeter aftertaste. She moaned as she felt me begin licking up her slit and the flow of her juices increased with every lap. Lyra’s snatch was quite different from Apple Blooms, or even Ruby’s. She was larger and slightly looser and I found that I was able to shove my tongue right up inside her with ease. Lyra’s moans turned to shrieks as I did so and I started to alternate between penetrating her with my tongue and suckling on her clit. Lyra’s clit was puffy and far larger than my own and it was easy to suck on it, sending her into shivers. Lyra squirmed as I rolled my tongue over her button; her juices flowing freely down my mouth to coat my neck.

Just as I was really getting into it, Lyra jumped up off of me, leaving me on the couch. She leaned in a kissed me hard and I knew that she could taste herself on my lips. “Wait, I’ve got an idea,” she said. “I’m sure you will like it.” Her eyes had a devious glint to them and she quickly crawled over towards the pile of sex toys that Bon-Bon had been setting up when we arrived.

Speaking of Bon-Bon, I looked over to see how the others were doing. Apple Bloom and Bon-Bon had both fully stripped out of their clothes and Bon-Bon had already picked up one of her toys. They were currently scissoring together and I could just make out the shape of the double headed dildo wedged between them every time they pulled apart. Apple Bloom looked as if she was in heaven as Bon-Bon drove the hard plastic shaft inside her.

I was almost about to get up and join them when Lyra returned to the couch, holding something in her hands. She showed it to me and it looked like a small egg of some kind, with a wire trailing from the wider end. The other end of the wire ended in a small switch. I had no idea as to what it could be, though from the way that Lyra was grinning, I was about to find out.

“Just lie back and relax,” Lyra said as she crawled back in between my legs. She brought the egg down and gently she began to slide it over my snatch, coating it with lube. “This may feel a little weird at first, but trust me; you will love it by the end of the night.”

Lyra pushed the egg inside me and I instantly felt it separate my labial lips and work its way deep into my pussy. Lyra fiddled with it for a moment, getting the wire correctly lined up. Her hands felt incredible as they pushed and slid over my slick cunt and I nearly came from that alone. Once again, Lyra pulled away just a little bit too early to let me have my release. It seemed that Lyra had a fondness for tease.

Settling into the couch next to me, Lyra spread her legs and began stroking herself, giving me a clear view of her body. Giving me a wicked grin, she picked up the switch attached to the egg and clicked it a few notches up. 

The next moment, I nearly lost it and I instantly snapped my legs together as the egg stuck inside me began to vibrate. The vibrations were going straight to my clit and I couldn’t hold back any longer. A burst of white blocked my view as I screamed out loud enough that I was sure all of Ponyville could hear me. My body spasmed and twisted as orgasm wracked me. My vaginal muscles clamped down on the egg and nearly stopped it from vibrating. Lyra noticed that and cranked it up another notch, which in turn brought me to another high. For nearly a full minute, I was caught in the grips of pleasure, with Lyra bumping up the speed on the egg every time I came close to coming down. Eventually though, it just became far too much for me to handle.

“Off, turn it off! That’s all I can take” I moaned and Lyra quickly shut off the device, releasing me from its grips. I moved to pull the egg out of me, but my cunt was too sensitive right after cumming so I just fell back into the cushions, my hands cupping my breasts as an alternative means of pleasuring myself to the afterglow.

“So, what do you think of my egg? I made it myself a while ago,” Lyra asked me as I recovered from the orgasm. I just lay there panting for a while, to do anything other than touch my own body. After a few moments, I opened my legs again to reveal a very large damp stain on the material of the couch. Lyra smiled and slowly began to pull the egg out of me, my cunt having calmed down enough to let it go. It was an odd feeling, but she had been right. I liked the feeling already.

“In my ass,” I said at last. I had really enjoyed it when Ruby had screwed me in my ass, but Apple Bloom was hesitant to try it. I figured that Lyra would be a bit more open. “I want it in my ass.”

Lyra looked a little shocked, but it quickly passed as she thought about the idea. “Alright then, in your ass it is.” She picked me up and flipped me over so that I was on my hands and knees, ass pointing up to the ceiling. Lyra leaned in and gave me a quick slurp up my slit with her tongue, lapping up some of my nectar from off my legs. After that she coated her egg in my lube again before pressing the smaller end up against my rosebud. 

It felt odd for a moment, but I made an effort and relaxed myself. In one quick motion, my sphincter opened and swallowed the egg in one swift stroke, closing around the wire. As soon as I felt it enter me, I clamped down hard and secured it 

As before, Lyra fiddled with it for a moment, but just as she was about to flick it on, a pair of shadows fell upon us. “That sure look’s like fun. Mind if we join in?” Bon-Bon asked from above us. I stopped licking Lyra and looked up to see that she and Apple Bloom were both standing next to the couch, Bon-Bon still rubbing Apple Bloom’s nub. Apple Bloom was grinning down at me and I could see that her body was sticky with her and Bon-Bon’s combined juices. They had evidently both cum as well.

“Not at all,” Lyra said, indicating the open space in the middle of the room. “Sweetie Belle and I were just about to sixty-nine, but I think a daisy chain would be far more fun, don’t you?” Her last question was directed at me. I knew what the sixty-nine position was, but I hadn’t heard of a daisy chain before. 

“What’s that?” I asked. To my surprise, it was Apple Bloom who answered. Normally I was the brain of this outfit.

“It’s where y’all sit down like ya gonna eat each other out, but ya form a ring so that everybody gets some.” That was all the convincing I needed and I quickly jumped off of the couch and settled down on the floor, almost forgetting about the egg now lodged in my ass.

Bon-Bon got down next to me, pulling her fingers free of Apple Bloom. “Care to switch partners?” she asked me, offering her cum covered hands to me. I quickly began to lick my girlfriends cum from my new fuck buddies hand before nodding to her. We were here to explore and I was curious to see what Bon-Bon tasted like. Bon-Bon spread herself open to me and I reached in to start licking her out. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Apple Bloom take up the same position opposite me, letting Bon-Bon get within her legs. Lyra completed the chain by taking her position in front of Apple Bloom and sticking her face between my legs. It was a little awkward at first, trying to get down a smooth rhythm down, but we soon managed it and we were all focused on eating out the girl in front of us and providing easy access for the one behind. Soft moans and slurps could be heard from each of us and I eagerly sank my tongue as deeply as I could into Bon-Bon’s soft folds. She was quite sweet, possibly a side effect of her job as she was around sugar almost all day every day.

Bon-Bon giggled every time that I passed my tongue over her clit and I soon focused specifically on that with the aim of getting her off as quickly as possible. I wanted to taste her cum and I wanted it now. Bon-Bon began to buck her hips as I felt her get closer to her second release and as soon as she hit the edge, I shoved myself back in as deep as I could. Bon-Bon’s legs snapped shut around me, trapping my head between them, not that I wanted to pull back. Her vaginal canal began rippling around my tongue, squeezing it as she clenched in pleasure. Drips of her hot cum flowed into my mouth, and I had to swallow a few times to prevent her from choking me. 

A few moments later, I heard Apple Bloom shriek as Bon-Bon pushed two fingers inside her, the new sensation enough to cause her to hit her peak. I watched as she thrashed about in ecstasy. Each time she shoved forwards, it would cause Lyra to press harder up against me and rub her face against my clit. I didn’t want to cum before her again, so I rolled over and latched onto Lyra’s slit, bringing us into the sixty-nine that she had originally intended. As I began to suckle on Lyra again, I felt her grab on harder to my butt. Her tongue forced its way within me and she began to scrape her teeth against my clit as she had before. 

I tried to copy the movement that Lyra had done, catching her clit between my teeth and sucking on it like a nipple. Lyra hissed into my body as I did so and I could feel her tensing up as she rushed towards her climax. Sensing victory, I moved my hands up and pushed a finger into Lyra’s vagina, pumping it along with my tongue. After I had gotten it very slick I removed it and traced a short path down towards her ass. With a quick shove, my finger slipped inside her ass and Lyra clamped down around it an came under me. 

She bucked me off of her, causing me to yank my finger from her ass. Lyra convulsed hard on the ground, jamming both her hands between her legs and rocking around on the ground. I watched as her eyes glazed over and soon she fell still with a content smile on her face. 

“That was incredible,” she muttered. 

We all rolled out of the chain and lay back on the carpet, totally spent and exhausted. We were all hot and sticky and we reeked of wild sex. It had been a wild hour or two and I was eager to continue, but it was clear that Bon-Bon, as the eldest of the group, was spent. Lyra looked like she still had one in her, but it would be rude to carry on without Bon-Bon. It wasn’t until a few moments later that I realised just how thirsty I was. Nonstop fucking had left me parched. From the way that Apple Bloom was panting on the ground next to me, it was clear that she was similarly thirsty. I carefully got up to my feet and walked over towards the kitchen, hoping to find some glasses or a pitcher of water to bring back. 

As soon as I stepped forward, I nearly tripped over something that had wrapped its way around my legs. I bent down and looked at it, realising that it was the control switch for the egg that Lyra had shoved into me. I instantly realised that it was still within me and I tried turning the switch up a little bit, remembering how good it had felt the first time. 

The buzzing feeling returned and it was just as intense as it had been the first time. It wasn’t as distinct as when Lyra had shoved the egg into my vagina, but it seemed to radiate out further through my body. My cunt began to drip freely again as I walked into the kitchen, leaving small dribbles on the tiled floor. I found an empty jug and quickly filled it up with water, put four glasses on a tray and brought it out to the others. Each of them gratefully took a glass and swallowed it like it was a new treat. I did the same and soon we had finished off the pitcher and taken seats back on the now quite damp couches. The buzzing feeling in my butt made it hard for me to keep a straight face, but I wasn’t going to turn it off. It was just too much fun leaving the egg in there.

Bon-Bon appeared to be looking around the room, searching for the source of the buzzing as if it was driving her nuts. “That’s me,” I eventually admitted, lifting up the control switch. Bon-Bon seemed to smile and Lyra nodded. She knew exactly what was going on.

As we all relaxed onto the seats, it became clear that the night’s main activities were finishing up. Lyra had rested her head on Bon-Bon’s lap, and Bon-Bon was gently stroking her head. Both of them looked content, as did Apple Bloom. The record had long since finished up and most of the candles were either running low or had already burned out.

“Listen girls, we are going to bed now. You two can use the guest room if you want, or you are free to join us if you would prefer. There is a bed set up in the guest room and towels if you want to take a shower. The shop opens tomorrow at about 10, so just be up by then,” Bon-Bon said.

“You want this back?” I asked Lyra, pointing to the wire sticking out of my ass. She waved me off with a dismissive hand, not bothering to get up from Bon-Bon’s lap. 

“Nah, you girls keep it. I can always make another. Just remember to wash it out before you use it again.”

I nodded. “Thanks. We had a really good time tonight.”

Lyra and Bon-Bon smiled at us. “So did we. We haven’t had sex like that in years. We must do this again some time.”

“Ah think we will,” Apple Bloom said. I was thinking the same thing. Lyra yawned and shook her head a few times before getting to her feet and pulling Bon-Bon up with her. 

“Night, girls. I’m making pancakes in the morning if you’re interested.”

We said we would see in the morning and Apple Bloom and I made our way towards what Bon-Bon had pointed out as the guest room. Behind us, Lyra and Bon-Bon paused for a moment to blow out all the remaining candles and switch on a lamp before they went the opposite way into the master bedroom. With a final wave, we closed the door and took a look at the room. It was small, but well furnished with a queen bed and a few cupboards. 

Since we were already naked, we didn’t waste any time and headed straight for the shower to clean ourselves of the night’s activities. Apple Bloom took the first one, and she was fairly quick about it; nothing more than just a scrub down and rinse of her hair. I tried to be as fast, but I couldn’t resist making sure that everything was clean and perfect. By the time that I was done in the shower, Apple Bloom had already wriggled into the bed and covered herself. 

I jumped in after her and got snuggled in. As one final idea, I turned the egg down to low, not having removed it yet. It just left me with a pleasant tingling feeling, but not enough that it would disturb Apple Bloom’s sleep.  

Soon we were both wrapped up the sheets and blankets and Apple Bloom hugged me in tight, crushing our bodies together. “Ah’ve been meaning ta say this, but here goes. Ah love ya, Sweetie Belle.”

I leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss before hugging her back. “I know. I love you too.”

With that we both fell asleep, wrapped up in each others arms.


- FIN -