Fifty Shades Of Neigh

The two ponies held each other in a tight embrace atop Appleblooms bed, they would've stayed there forever, if they could, but life, and time had caught up with them, they heard the front door slam open, and then shut.

Applejack looked towards the door, pulling her face away from Big Macs.

"What time does Apple Bloom get home from school?"

"'Bout noon-ish."

"And what time is it?"

Big Mac stared at Applejack, his eyes widenying as he realised the time.

"Noon-ish."

The two ponies franticly tried to escape the young fillys room, constantly colloding with each other, before Big Mac fell to the side of the bed, away from the door and Applejack pulled the blanket over herself. Apple Bloom opened her door and was greeted with the sight of her sister, in her bed.

"Whut are ya doin' in mah bed?"

Apple Bloom stared at her sister, one eyebrow raised. Applejacks eyes darted from side to side as she replied in an uncharacteristic monotone.

"Ah was tired."

"Your room is next door."

"Ah was really tired."

Apple Bloom began to stare.

"Leave."

Apple Bloom heeded her sisters words and left, muttering to her self and closing the door behind her. Big Mac raised his head above the bed, while his body remained on the floor. The two ponies began to look at each other.

"That was close."

"That was painful."

Big Mac began to rub his back with his hoof.

"Oh, don't be such a baby, ah've had worse falls and whined less."

"Ah wasn't whining, ah was just-"

Applejack playfully punched her brothers arm.

"Ah was just joshin' ya"

"Oh, heh heh."

One would believe that a stallion with such a red coat would be able to hide the fact that he was blushing but they would be wrong, as Applejack was only just now realising.

Applejack got out of the bed and wrapped her arm around Big Mac, leading him to the door.

"C'mon, sugar cube."

The two ponies left the room as Apple Bloom peered from around the corner to see her older siblings leave her room. What the hay were those two doing in ma room? The yellow filly pondered to herself before quickly running into her room and slamming the door behind her, the lovestricken Applejack and Big Mac did not hear this, however, as they were fooling around with an each other, holding each other in a maner that switched between a tender embrace and sibling wrestle.

Meanwhile apple Bloom sat on her bean bag, bored, again. She thought about asking Twist to come out and play, considering Twist was the closest thing Apple Bloom had to a friend, but quickly decided against it, as being reminded of her lonliness would only make her feel worse. Apple Bloom was always different from other fillies, when everypony was talking about colts Apple Bloom just wasn't interested, and she was mocked, relentlessly for it. Heck of a price to pay for being a late bloomer. Apple Bloom began to think to herself as she curled up in a ball, crying.

Her crying soon turned to curiosity as she began to think of Diamond Tiara, one of the fillies who had mocked her in school. She began to think of the small nuances in how Diamond Tiara looked, every tuft of hair, from her coat to her mane was perfectly brushed, and so clean that it glistened in the sun. Appleblooms hoof began to wonder down her body. She began to think of that light purple mane, and the single white stripe that ran throught it, as she inserted her hoof into her virgin vagina, it was a strange sensation, but a good one all the same. Again she thought of Diamond Tiara, her luscious mane, and the way she moved her flank, swishing her tail side to side. Apple Blooms hoof began to dip, in and out of her moist pussy. The way Diamond Tiara did that stupid sugar lump rump thing, holding her flank up, almost invitingly, Apple Blooms hoof began to move faster and faster as she began to feel an intense amount of pleasure. Her mind raced, how cute Diamond Tiara looked that one time her dad couldn't pick her up, her big blue eyes looked so sad, and the way her ears folded down, Apple Bloom was reaching a climax. She couldn't stop her hoof from violently rubbing her clitoris, she grabbed onto the bean bag with her free hoof and began to spasm from the intense orgasm she was experiencing .

From then on Apple Bloom knew, she wasn't a late bloomer, she was just different, and she had never felt better.