Love Is Like an Apple Tree
If you treat it well, it will bear fruit
Working on Sweet Apple Acres may not be the most glamorous of work, admittedly, or the easiest but it’s satisfying in its own way. Hauling apples, helping drive stakes in for new fencing, mending items around the farm… And all accompanied by the closeness of the Apple family.
You weren’t sure when, exactly, it began but there came a point where Apple Bloom began to spend more time around you. After all, without a cutie mark but still being able to work so well she’d have someone else to look up to. More than that was be the sense of wonder from someone new, who didn’t treat her little a little foal as AJ still did so often.
Remarking to her that maybe she should lay off, Apple Bloom’s old enough to handle herself certainly won you greater affection from the filly.
But it’s the little things she did that meant the most, like taking a mug of cider out to you on a hot summer’s day or reading by your side on the lazy evenings you can afford to take off. Not every waking moment needed to be taken up with the pursuit of cutie marks, you’d shown her that. She had to make time for cuddling into you on the couch and sometimes falling asleep, sometimes being the one to kiss you goodnight as you doze off.
Except… over time you noticed the kisses changing. She didn’t just give a little peck on the cheek; her lips lingered longer than strictly necessary and she often took hold of one of your hands. If you were spotted taking a shirt off after working on a summer’s day, a little blush would rise to her cheeks before she skedaddled off.
The result was that all of it culminated in one quiet night with her alone in the living room, on the couch. The kind of evening where there was more cuddling than talking but when she did speak it was to ask if you’ve got a ’special somepony’. How could you? With so much time being taken up with the farm it was almost impossible to make the time for it. Besides, she’d find you when the time comes.
And those… golden eyes of hers shone as she hung on your every word. She was standing right in front of you, her hooves pressed to your shoulders. You didn’t have a moment to react before she dove in and pressed her lips to yours. Still not much more of a kiss than what you’ve previously gotten but by the way her cheeks lit up it was obvious it’s a big deal to her.
So… What could you say? She’s a sweet filly and the last thing you wanted to do was break her heart. Not that you’d had time to say anything to her. She was gone in a flash with her cheeks still burning.
Time after that passed in a sort of daze. Apple Bloom stayed affectionate, kissing you like that again from time to time and even silently slinking into your bedroom at night to cuddle up. Nothing actually happened so no one could say anything, least of all you but… it’s nice to have a little company. Especially when it was with someone- somepony who likes you as she does.
It was on one of those nights, abed with her snuggled up in against your chest that you recalled it was only another month until Hearts and Hooves day. Or rather, just another day on the farm for you. Despite Applejack’s protestations you just as easily noted to her that you’re just as happy here, where the ponies you love are. It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t telling her the full truth either.
Still, it was just a little less enjoyable without Apple Bloom around. Oh you saw her once in the morning, waiting by the door eagerly for… something, she wouldn’t tell you what it is. Then she ran off carrying a package and wasn’t seen for the rest of the day. No mugs of cider, no quiet little chats… no hushed kisses and hugs exchanged amidst a fit of giggling and blushing.
Even at supper she’d been quiet and unwilling to meet your gaze. All the way through it. Until it finally came to an end and she raced off, leaving you to help with the cleanup.
Long day and all as it was, you couldn’t think of anything except climbing into bed; there’s no way she was going to be joining you down in the living room anyway. The most you could hope for is to find her shuffling under the covers later…
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That’s why you’re standing speechless at the entrance to your room, right now.
On your bed—for the first time, before you—is Apple Bloom. But instead of sporting her signature pink bow or just having her mane let down as she does at night, it’s wrapped up tightly in a black, silk—or so it looks to be—bow. She turns around to you, angling herself just so in the dim light of the lantern that you can pick out something darker against her light coat.
Stockings that dully reflect the light and cling to her form tightly. Her hind legs rub together delicately as a little blush plays across her features. But she doesn’t wear the shy smile you’ve seen a hundred times before – this is one for which the only word you can find is hungry.
Licking her lips, one of those en-socked hooves slip down her svelte physique, tracing the curve of her body before it comes to rest on her rump. With her tail raised to one side just so you can see every inch of that pert little behind. And then that hoof makes a slower trail across it, gently taking her tail and lifting it up over her back.
The other hoof waves you over, light catching the material in a way that bared what it was – leather. This must have been the package she was expecting that morning…
And before you know it you’re walking over as if in a daze. ’Bloom’s got her hoof down between her hind legs, hiding anything that might otherwise be seen. She turns about until she’s more on her back than her side but keeps her hind legs crossed.
"Ah’ve been waitin’ for ya." She murmurs in a soft, husky tone. "Ya know what special someponies are meant to do today?"
You get down on your knee next to the bed so that you’re level with her. Those beautiful eyes are only slightly obscured by the locks of her ruby hair and even then, it can’t cover up the look of desire she offers. You find yourself caught by her gaze for long moments, watching as she looks you over.
"Touch me." It’s such a simple little command but one with immeasurable weight behind it.You can’t resist it, can you? Do you want to? Doubtfully. Especially by the way Apple Bloom reaches out with an en-socked hoof and gently takes your hand, pulling it close until it rests against her chest.
She, at least, contents herself by stroking your hand and arm. And all the while that mischievous little smile is upon her lips. Lips that… beg you to close the agonising distance between the two of you and kiss. They’re soft, oh so very soft that ever since that first night on the couch you’d never been able to resist her since.
So what can you do, save close the gap at last and gently, lovingly kiss her. A tiny whimper escapes her lips, the one that always does whenever you’ve been away for too long and she’s been waiting for you. The one that speaks of need unspoken but unreserved.
It is her hoof that distracts you though, pulls your mind away from those velvet soft lips and towards her tugging at your hand. You move slowly, caressing the gentle curve of her chest until your hand rests on her shoulder and then slides down at the behest of her hoof. Maybe it’s just because she’s lying just so but her body feels so much more sensuous and soft under your skin. Every dip and rise feels more pronounced and your skin tingles with the smoothness of her stocking touching it.
She giggles right then, breaking the kiss but not her gaze. How can you look away from those eyes that are so wide and gorgeous? How, when your hand sweeping down her body tells you all you need to know.
But you’ve never gone this far. You’d never wanted to press Apple Bloom into something she was unsure of but she’s the one drawing you on now. Your hand continues downward, until it comes up over the arc of her buttocks. It sweeps around and you delight in the soft curvature of her rear, feeling her tail swish against you before you draw further down and pass against the stocking on her hind leg.
You’re able to hear it, the sound of them rubbing together. Quicker now, more insistent with your touch. The hot breath from her lips washing over your face more intensely as her chest rises and falls with a quickened pace.
"A-Ah’ve been waitin’ so long." As have you. "Let me stay tonight."
Of course you can't turn her away, least of all after she’s gone through all the trouble to have gotten… this. You sweep your hand over her, indicating the socks and ribbon she’s wearing. Apple Bloom’s cheeks redden and her hoof squirms between her hind legs while she by turns looks at you and looks off from you.
"Ah… Ah heard ya once sayin’ ya think mares who dress like this’re pretty." The sound of her voice is punctuated by the shuf-shuf-shuf off her hind legs rubbing together. "Ah feel pretty but…"
You’re quick to lean back in, taking her free hoof in your hand and whispering that she is, indeed, beautiful. Even without all that getup you’d say it. From the cherry locks of hair that stretch down to her withers and the equally captivating tail that swishes seductively—she flicks it to one side, grinning—whenever she’s around, she’s beautiful. All the while those golden eyes meet your own.
Apple Bloom’s smile fades by a shade when you stand back up but a quick reassurance that you’re only going to clean up sees it returning.
The idea that she might ever do this—taking the initiative so decisively—is not something that’s ever occurred to you. Her advances had gotten progressively more physical, yes, but they were still tempered by the knowledge of someone coming across the two of you. There was always that little hint of danger in the back of your mind that, admittedly, did add a note of excitement to your brief moments together.
Lost in thought, you’re only distantly aware that you’ve started to disrobe. It would be better not to leave her waiting too long but it’s preferable to be clean. After all, she’s taken all this time to look good for you, the least you could do is return the favour. Despite being as quick as you can, you’re sure you spot a pair of golden eyes peering from around the corner of the door frame.
Getting a towel on is… somewhat difficult. It’s undeniable that you’re excited about the prospect of a night alone with the pony you’ve grown so close to but the bulge in the fabric is going to be about her height, when you’re standing next the bed…
Still, you make your way out as casually as you can, walking lightly on the wooden boards. Apple Bloom is lying differently on your bed, however – she’s facing towards you with one socked hoof over the edge and the other leg trailing off down under herself. Her eyes immediately home in on the tented towel and the filly flicks her head back for you to approach.
The air is filled with your quiet footfalls and the sound of her again rubbing her thighs together, tail flicking about behind her. You keep a hand tightly gripping your towel but as soon as you’re standing next the bed Apple Bloom reaches up and gently pokes the bulge, almost making you lose your hold on the fabric. Her ears snap back to her head and her eyes go wide.
"Ah didn’t know you were so sensitive!" Her hoof trails just below the bulge now, stroking up and down without quite reaching it.
"Only when I’m worked up." You absently respond, wavering between holding on and dropping the towel.
Apple Bloom chooses for you, swinging her hoof up onto the edge of the towel and gently tugging at it. "Drop it, mister. Ah need ta see this." She punctuates that with a lick of her lips.
From this angle you can just about see her hoof sliding up and down against herself, partly obscured by her tail. Looks like you aren’t the only one who’s excited by all this.
Never one to say no to her, you do as ordered and let the towel silently fall to the ground. Your erection springs up, now free of its fabric prison and Apple Bloom gasps, slapping her black-socked hoof over her mouth. A deep red blush rises to her cheeks and her eyes swing between what’s between your legs and the surprised expression on your face.
"Wasn’t expectin’…" She mumbles, reaching back out. You know you should by all rights stop her from going any further but the sight of her hoof drifting ever closer is too alluring to speak out against.
It hits you like a little electric shock when she touches your turgid member, involuntarily bobbing up once before gently slapping against her hoof. A drop of pre forms on the head and quickly rolls down onto the leather stocking. It glistens there, Apple Bloom looking over it appreciatively before bringing it in close to her face. She sniffs at it once, glances up at you and then licks it clean off.
Her expression remains blank, at least insofar as it doesn’t really change. She must want more, at the least, as she doesn’t hesitate in reaching back out and touching you again, drawing another shock of pleasure. You can only stand there, watching as her hoof strokes against the underside of your member, slowly bringing more precum from the head.
"Um, c-could Ah…" She trails off. Still holding your erection, Apple Bloom peers up at you while shuffling across the bed, closer to you. "Would ya mind if Ah… tasted it?" While awaiting your answer she brings her now slickly stockinged hoof back to her lips and slowly licks over it.
"Sure, uh, sure, yeah." The other hoof she draws out from between her hind legs is dripping wet and before you can stop yourself, you take a gentle hold of it. "Just so long as you don’t mind me getting a taste, too."
Apple Bloom grins, that blush still on her cheeks and she lifts up her hoof to meet you leaning down. Your tongue eagerly stretches over the material, slowly lapping up the liquid – it’s thick and rich, sweet and slightly spicy. Underpinning that is something like her scent, the same earthiness you’d smell whenever she was wrapped up in a tight hug.
"Well?" She asks, with a voice that’s utterly confident and belied by the slight frown to her eyebrows.
"Good." You take one last lick. "Really good."
The smile she dons is sincere and the filly lowers herself back down, placing both hooves on your hips. It’s impossible to stop a little shiver, especially when she leans in close enough that you can feel her hot breath washing over the sensitive skin of your penis. Closing her eyes and stretching her tongue out, Apple Bloom rests it near the base of your shaft and starts slowly—at an almost agonising pace—licking up along it.
You fight every urge crying out in you to take hold of her and instead let her do her work. Precum spills readily from the tip that the filly inches towards, finally coming over while opening her eyes to look up at you. At a nod she sweeps her tongue over it, lapping up what pre had escaped her before now.
A long, low groan escapes you as she does so and Apple Bloom takes that as encouragement to start again. This time she’s quicker in moving up and leans in again until her lips start dragging along the shaft. At the end, the filly flicks her tongue at the tip, a few droplets of pre following after.
"Sounds like ya enjoyed that." She whispers with a grin, looking up to you. "But Ah’d like ta have some fun, too, y’know."
Not without some effort you manage to tear your attention away from the throbbing, fleshy length between your legs and consider what Apple Bloom’s just said. Fun… The kind of fun she’d been having when she didn’t have to use both her hooves to steady herself.
"Wh-What’d you have in mind?" With her still leaning in close it’s hard to concentrate through the sensation of that hot breath on your skin.
Still grinning, Apple Bloom lets go of you—much to your disappointment—and slowly start to turn herself over. Her hind legs are still crossed as she does so but you can clearly make out a light sheen between them when she’s fully turned about. The gentle curvature of her body looks even better in the low light of the bedroom, lit only by a small lantern near your dresser.
"Gimme a rubdown." She practically purrs, reaching back out to take your hips.
But she’s just a little too far out of reach… you have to move in closer and so wind up almost standing over her head when in position. From here you’ve got the perfect vantage to access her chest and you do so without hesitation, the filly gasping as your fingers come to rest on her heaving body. Apple Bloom’s red mane whips about as she tosses her head, giggling quietly.
"Ah said a rubdown, not tickle me!" The fit of laughter slowly starts to die down as you begin gently stroking her chest in wide circles. No longer panting the filly breathes softly, starting to rub her hind legs together again. "Yeah… Yeah, like that." It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve massaged her but never before has it been in such a state of undress.
Lower and lower your hands start to move; the undulations of her legs spread further up to her thighs, grinding together in a mix of leather and the fine coat of hair covering her. You’re about down to her stomach now, admiring the smooth curve to it when you feel something – it’s warm and moist and utterly divine, right against your balls. And it makes you practically leap from a mix of shock and pleasure.
"Oh geeze, Ah-Ah’m sorry!" The filly cries, instinctively grabbing onto your legs. "Ah didn’t mean ta hurt-"
"Didn’t… hurt." You reassure her, placing your hands back on her stomach. "That was… good, ’Bloom. Real good. Just warn me next time, ’kay?"
In time with your own hands, Apple Bloom’s stockinged hooves rub at your hips and you lean further across her, feeling your body start to relax again. From here the scent of her is at its strongest and your hands move of their own accord, slipping down onto her thighs to gently part her hind legs. There’s no resistance there, no quietly murmured request for you to stop; she does it willingly, along with you.
There, in the soft light of the lantern, you can clearly see the glistening folds of her marehood. Poor thing’s worked herself into quite a state already, the least you could do is offer her a little thanks for that licking. Apple Bloom looks up and you look back at her, smiling.
"I’m just gonna get a little taste of my own, ’Bloom."
Her eyes widen dramatically as you move further in, watching everything you do. There’s a slight tremble to her legs, palpable in the gentle grip you keep on them. As much to heighten her pleasure as to reassure you, you start to stroke them. And then, when you’re sure she’s at her most prepared, you press your lips just above her vulva. Even here it’s hot and you hold yourself there for only a moment but the effect is instantaneous – Apple Bloom gasps, a shudder running through her body.
Now is the time to press your advantage. Hands now high on her thighs, you slip your thumbs up to gently pull open her labia. Apple Bloom grunts and her hind legs splay out, shivering all the while.
"Hey, what’re ya doin’ up th-Ungh!" Her hips reflexively thrust forward when you flick your tongue just to the right of her vagina. It’s tantalisingly close but still infuriatingly out of reach – she hadn’t intended to tease you earlier but that was the upshot of it; now you’re merely returning the favour. "Come—ngh—come on!"
Upwards and then over her soft mound your tongue slips, as much denying you a taste of her as you are teasing. Her hooves stroke on your hips and then suddenly you feel that little tongue dancing against your shaft again. It makes your arms wobble and your own tongue stop, momentarily, until you can bring yourself back under control. Then you go in for the kill: your tongue drags one slow, stright line down to her swollen little clit.
"Don’t-stop-don’t-stop-don’t-stop-dHNGH!" Apple Bloom’s whole body tenses up suddenly, fluids dribbling onto your tongue while you hold your position. It’s far more intense than the little you gleaned from her hoof and oh, so intoxicating. Surely no other pony could compare to this.
She’s panting again, making a soft little noise at the back of her throat like a whine. It’s best to save at least something for later and so you mercifully stop moving your tongue over and back on the nub of flesh, bringing some relief to the filly. Squirming beneath you, Apple Bloom’s hooves rub together furiously as the quilt just under her rump sports a new damp patch.
"M-Move back!" She calls out from underneath you and you make to tell her to quieten down before she starts again. "C’mon! Move back!" Her little hooves push at your legs and you’re left with no other option but to obey.
It’s not until you feel her breath on the head of your still stiff member that you realise just what she’s getting at – her tongue follows after immediately. No doubt realising just how good that little bit of action felt earlier, Apple Bloom flicks her tongue tantalisingly over and back on the head of your penis before letting her head move back and your member press just past her lips.
"Jesus!" You grunt, just about catching yourself on the bed. The sheer force with which she sucks on you is something you weren’t prepared for. "H-Hey, ’Bloom, relax!" But she doesn’t pay any head. Her tongue just continues to swirl over and across the head of your penis and small though it may be, the sensations she draws from you are anything but.
Two can play at that game, though, and this time you don’t waste any time going down on her. In a heartbeat her clit is between your lips and you suck on it with just enough force to send a jolt of pleasure through the filly; at least that must be the case, if the way she shakes is any indication.
"MMMPH!" Oh, so she’s not willing to let go either? "Mmhmph! Mm-mmmph!" And you’ve got your hands on her thighs, keeping her hind legs spread. There’s no escaping this; the trickle of fluid continues and you happily lap it up.
"Shit!" It’s impossible to hold off from swearing, what with her sucking another inch of your member past her lips. Her hooves no longer keep her propped against you but eagerly pull you forward, into her warmth.
Not content with leaving her the upper hand, you slip her clit from out between your lips and try to think through the haze of rapidly mounting pleasure. Her thighs regularly clench against your grip but it’s easy to keep them open. But you don’t really need one hand; one can be spared to just… slide inwards, over the smooth coat and part above her marehood.
Then one finger, stroking along the interior, making the filly shiver again. You don’t let up, though. Instead, you inch ever closer to that tiny opening, getting your finger well moistened before you push against it.
"Hmmph!" The filly grunts, trying to push up onto it. Her tongue feverishly washes over your erection, struggling to outdo you but you’ve one last thing to do – just a little more pushing… finally, your finger slips in and Apple Bloom thrusts against it, hard. Your cock slips out of her mouth and you don’t even think of who might here when she wails, "Aw buck! B-Bucking yes!"
Your fingertip is in, just enough that you can feel her contractions, intensifying when you swoop your thumb down back over that little sensitive nub of flesh.
"Wait! Wait, A-Ah- somethin’s happen-…" Perhaps you’ve worked the poor filly up too much. The contractions you feel reach their peak suddenly and Apple Bloom’s hooves smack against the bed, holding her down as she angles her hips up towards you. Fluids dribble out with greater intensity now and that’s when it hits you – this is the first orgasm you’ve ever given her. If it had to be any time you’re glad it’s now, after she’d declared her love of you so firmly.
Apple Bloom grunts and groans, her thrusts growing shallower and more sporadic until you pull your finger out of her, eliciting one last shiver. Having stood over her a little awkwardly for so long you take the moment to turn yourself around and sit onto the bed. The filly pants heavily, no doubt still distracted and you just watch as she struggles to open her eyes and look up at you.
"That… You… An’ that…"
You just sit there on the edge of the bed, gently stroking her stomach while she collects herself. There’s still the rest of the night for more.
"You okay, ’Bloom?" It’s been a few minutes since you took up your position at her side and apart from flicking her tail once, Apple Bloom’s been motionless.
"That was… Uhngh…" She trails off into a groan, gently pushing your hand lower with her hoof. Even touching upon her lower abdomen makes her shiver; you’d rather not just have a repeat, however.
"Good?" Slipping your arm up over her chest, it comes to rest at her side and allows you to lean across her.
Those gorgeous golden eyes of hers meet your own and the filly smiles, touching your arm with a stockinged hoof. Her mane’s a little messy but the black bow’s keeping it mostly in check. Still, rivulets of sweat run down her brow and just under her neck, onto the top of her chest. Knowing how you made her feel warmed your heart enough but being able to see it, too, re-ignited the flame that had subsided with her orgasm.
It’s the sudden swell of passion that moves you down close—close enough to drink in her rich scent, stronger now—until your lips are but an inch apart from hers. Apple Bloom’s smile turns sweet and she whispers, "Ah love you."
You whisper it back to her right before you close the gap and slip your arm under her back. It’s hot and moist and oh, so smooth. Shifting yourself until you’re on the bed means you can move your other arm under her, still caught up in the kiss. Months of practice has shifted her from fumbling to… not quite so fumbling. At the least she has some experience in using her tongue.
Still, it doesn’t stop her squeaking as you suddenly lift her up until she’s flailing her hooves about. They eventually settle on resting at your shoulders while you sit back. One hand on her rump, the other on her waist, your eyes meet again and the filly blushes suddenly, looking away.
"There’s no need to be embarrassed, ’Bloom." You quietly reassure her. "You’re beautiful." As if the stiff rod between your legs wasn’t evidence enough of that.
"Is that why ya…" Apple Bloom doesn’t finish but you’ve a good idea of what she’s talking about. The leather stocking feels slightly cool against your skin but it’s a small distraction from the heat of this pony.
"’Cause I love you." You lean forward and gently plant a kiss on her chest, making the filly shiver. "I love you." On her shoulder, she gasps. "Love you." You whisper, finally reaching her lips.
"Buuuck…" Apple Bloom whimpers and the sound of her stockinged hooves sliding on the bed catches your attention.
A few droplets of moisture drip onto your member and the resultant throb of pleasure momentarily distracts you before you can grab onto her hips and steady her. It’s a little too late, though – the soft, wet flesh of labia touches against the equally sensitive tip of your member. The two of you gasp and Apple Bloom’s legs quiver, the vibrations running up into your hands.
"Just… Just hold me." She grunts, starting to slowly rock back and forth…
It’s hard to concentrate on her words with those gentle motions distracting you. Fluids trickle down your shaft each time Apple Bloom moves herself over you and when she shivers at the touch it passes into you, your arms momentarily losing their strength. It had happened once before – lying on the couch one evening with Mac and AJ away. Apple Bloom had managed to lift your shirt while making out with you and had one hoof rubbing your chest while her hind leg stroked on your tightening jeans. You weren’t even able to hold onto her…
But you have to hold on now. The filly’s got her hooves wrapped around your neck while you lean forward, keeping as good a grip as you can on her hips. Every few seconds she moves a leg, stomping her hoof on the soft duvet. Further apart, you start to realise, as the rocking motion of her hips grows longer and slower. She’s grinding herself against the top of your shaft now, too before her legs shake too hard and the both of you give out.
Apple Bloom slips from your hold, forcing your cock in against your stomach as she slides down against its length. Your hands fall from her sides and she releases her grip on you. When it all ends she’s sitting on your lap, shivering with such intensity you can feel it all through your body.
"Buckin’…" There’s a tiny quaver to her voice. "Hold me. Please."
Moving in a daze, you lift your arms over her and rest them against her back while keeping a gentle pressure against the filly. Her body makes little jerking motions, each punctuated with a quiet gasp and Apple Bloom gradually lifts her head to meet your gaze.
"D-Do ya really love me?"
What can you do in the face of that? Naught, save gently pull her up into a tender kiss. You don’t force your tongue against her lips and she makes no movement of her own; it’s over in the briefest of moments but her eyes still take a second to open after.
"Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t love you." It’s true; she’s captured your heart more than any other ever has.
"Then…" Apple Bloom trails off into a grunt, backing herself down your body until you feel her pressing against your member. Those golden eyes meet your own and you know as surely as if she’d said it what she wants.
First, though, you shuffle down the bed until you’re lying supine instead of sitting back against the headboard. Apple Bloom lies atop you and you stroke your fingers through her mane, pausing at the bow to feel that it’s just as soft as the one she always wears. She has to move again, dragging herself along you until she’s lying just right – your hands rest on the small of her back, preventing her from going any further until you can direct her properly.
That doesn’t stop the filly from rubbing herself against you frustratedly, a whine rising in the back of her throat while she looks up at you with those eyes that tell all. With hands that feel stronger with your renewed resolve, you help her position herself until you feel the tip of your member press against just the right spot. Apple Bloom’s hooves squeeze your sides and you gently rub along her lower back and rump.
The filly undulates her hips from side to side, trying to push herself down but your hold prevents her from moving too much. There’s no need to rush this, at least not yet. Taking your cock in hand, you help guide Apple Bloom with the other until you feel her entrance.
In spite of her best efforts even with you holding on, it’s not quite as easy as either of you anticipated. The filly pushes herself down but there’s only so much give; You can feel it slowly beginning to widen to accommodate you but… It’s hard to keep your mind on that when it just feels so good. Even moreso when, with a little wet plop, the head of your member finally slips inside Apple Bloom.
"Ohmahgosh!" She cries against your chest, hips doing their best to push down while you put all your strength into holding her up. The heat and tightness is more than you could ever have imagined but she still needs to get used to it.
So you slowly start to let her down, Apple Bloom battling between ragged gasps and desperate pants as her breath continually catches in her throat. You can feel her tail flicking about against your thighs while her lower body shudders as she slowly—almost achingly slow—lowers herself onto you.
"Ah… Ah feel so full." She mutters. You’ve gone just under halfway in her and now the desire for more is starting to take over you. Rather than hold her back you help her on, the heat and wetness around your shaft enveloping more at a quickened rate. "Keep goin’! K-Keep goin’!"
With only the last few inches left, you can’t help but thrust up to meet the filly and your bodies come together with a wet smack as Apple Bloom gives a loud yelp. She’s as stiff as a board in your grip.
"Ugh… How… How do you feel?" You’ve got one hand slowly stroking her from neck to rump, while the other just rubs at her hip.
"Full." Apple Bloom grunts, rolling her hips from side to side. "Oh, it’s good." She offers you a dirty grin, pushing against your chest. "Ah didn’t expect ya ta feel so… big." She still blushes cutely on that last word but doesn’t look away from you.
"You’re just tight, ’Bloom." You place both hands on her rump and give a push – she’s hilted firmly and not going anywhere. "Real tight."
"Does… unh-does it feel good?" Now she’s biting her lip and you can suddenly feel her insides tense up around you, squeezing tightly. All you can do is nod jerkingly, trying to think through the sudden and intense haze of pleasure. "M-Me too."
You can’t stop her, nor do you want to, when she releases that grip and starts to pull up off you. It’s as slow as entering her, halted briefly by little pauses where you feel her clamp down again suddenly. In those moments both of you hold onto one another and just wait, enjoying the sensations. As wet as she may be, it’s still little help while getting used to your relative size.
Apple Bloom pulls up until just the tip of your cock is left inside her before she starts pushing down again, the bed springs starting to creak quietly as she digs her hooves in. This time you solidly help her by pushing down on her rump while pushing your hips up to meet her. The filly grunts and groans, her tongue poking out from between her lips with the effort until you finally hilt in her again. That was a little easier but only marginally so.
Legs shaking, she starts up again taking only a moment to catch her breath. You’re almost tempted to stop her, so you can just relish the feeling of being inside her but every time you do another wave of contractions assaults you, overtaking your thoughts. So you lie there, holding onto her and smiling warmly whenever she looks up for reassurance.
"You’re doing—nngh—great, ’Bloom. Fuck… You’re incredible." The next time she’s able to thrust herself down onto you right at the end, making you both gasp.
"But Ah need more!" There’s a note of desperation in her voice, rising to a shuddering whimper as she starts rhythmically squeezing down on you. "Nnngh-Ahhn! C-C’mon!" Her hoof comes in tight against your hip suddenly, rubbing at it briskly. Your hands reflexively move back down to her rump and start kneading at the soft flesh, making the filly quiver and shake, her contractions intensifying while you do so. "Y-Yes! Bu-Hnngh!"
Without warning, Apple Bloom suddenly jerks her hips upwards and then just as quickly thrusts herself down. The resultant slap resonates throughout the room and the two of you are left there, motionless and unflinching; it’s a wonder she didn’t drive you over the edge with that. While she may not be saying anything you can certainly feel it all – the sudden swell in her fluids, the way she grips you almost too tightly…
"Buck me." Apple Bloom whispers, starting to rock herself back and forth. "Buck me!" Louder this time, a part of your mind remains aware enough to fear being heard.
"’Bloom, wait-"
"Ah said buck me!" She suddenly cries out, lifting herself again—this time until you’re almost entirely out of her—and then thrusting back down. The bed heaves with the effort behind it, enough to draw a loud squeak from the already strained springs.
"Nngh! Fine then!" Hands firmly on her hips you pull back and let her pull up a little before you tug her back down and simultaneously thrust up. The filly coos, slipping her stockinged hooves around your abdomen to hold on.
With the mix of fluids and how slow you’ve been taking it before now she’s no longer so tight that you can’t build up some kind of rhythm. Even if it still is a little slow right now. You pull out to about halfway each time before giving a solid thrust back in, Apple Bloom’s interior quivering around the thick intruder and releasing another little trickle of fluids.
The fear of being caught or being heard starts to slip away as the desire to please your lover and let her in turn please you takes over. The room is filled with a mix of sounds – the dull, wet slapping of your hips, the protesting creaks of the bed, the soft grunts and groans on both your parts that rise in volume the longer you both go on.
That rump of hers was made for holding on to and you take full advantage as you open up and thrust in full earnest. Apple Bloom’s body shakes with the force you put behind each one but then she just pushes back against you all the harder. Not much, given her size and position but she’s not giving in, either.
"Ah… Ah… Ah can… f-feel it!" You don’t—can’t—pause in your thrusting to figure out what she means. "O-Oh Celestia, do—ahhn—n’t stop!"
Something is happening down there, though, you too can feel it. Her contractions start to intensify again but they come closer together and Apple Bloom’s hooves tighten their grip on your sides. The filly’s tongue slips out over her lips, licking once and when she looks into your eyes you can almost see something in them.
"This-hah-this… is… HNNGH! Oh buck!" And just like that she suddenly stops, gripping your member wildly while her insides spasm around it. The trickle of fluids turns into a filly-sized flood and Apple Bloom’s eyes roll back in her head before her eyelids come down.
Fighting against all instinct, you hold her there against you, letting her nuzzle in against your upper abdomen while she whimpers and squeezes her hind legs tight against your hips. If nothing else then knowing that you gave her that will have made this night…
The thought trails off upon realising that she’s slowly starting up again. Your thighs are practically soaked and her movements are stunted and shallow.
"’Bloom… guh, you don’t have to-"
"N-No." She grunts, thrusting down hard on you. "Mmph! Need it. Want you to…"
If you didn’t love her before now then it’s become a certainty in your mind.
You’re hesitant to put your hands back on her, just in case you might be too rough after all that but Apple Bloom is intent on returning to her previous attentions. Though slow to start up, you can feel her picking up speed and strength. The shallow, slow movements from earlier have been abandoned and instead she makes deep, powerful thrusts that hilt you each time.
If she’s going to abandon all pretence of holding back then you may as well do the same. So your hands come back down to her rump, holding on tight to her as you push her down to meet your thrusts. That warm, wet tightness never fades no matter how much force you put behind your movements and soon enough the springs in the bed are squealing again.
There’s no way any of this noise could’ve been ignored but right now you’re too far gone to care. The wet smacks of your bodies coming together almost overshadow the bed’s own creaks and they come quicker together as you feel yourself nearing a point you know you can no longer hold back from.
Apple Bloom’s whole body shakes with every thrust and her lip is firmly between her teeth but her eyes locked on yours. If she were a little taller you might be able to lean in for a kiss but you’ll just have to settle for this, for now.
"’Bloom." You grunt, straining to form the words. "Can’t—nngh—hold it-"
Apple Bloom just nods while squeezing down on you again. You’re so close you can almost feel it now; it should only take a few more thrusts into her to finally find release.
Pistoning her on you, the pressure becomes too much and with one last thrust you hilt in the filly, letting out a ragged grunt as you feel your cock twitch and throb. The first spurt of semen draws a loud gasp from Apple Bloom by by the next she’s squeezing down on you again, forcing yet more out.
Holding her firmly in place you offload into her, hot strings of semen slowly filling her. Each time your member throbs you cast your eyes back, feeling a new wave of pleasure wash over you as the filly contracts almost in time.
But almost too soon it starts to fade down, the sharp jolts of pleasure giving way to something more constant and almost relaxing. For more time than you care to count, you lie there with her atop you until, with tired limbs, Apple Bloom pulls herself off and moves up along you.
Turning to one side, you tiredly cast an arm over her and pull her close to your body. There’s nothing said but with the smile on her face she doesn’t need to say anything.
Maybe you should be getting her out of the room for morning or at least setting an alarm so you can do so later but right now, all that’s on your mind is how terribly much you love her. The filly nuzzles in against your neck, making a soft cooing sound. A stockinged hoof comes around your side and with her warmth being all you need, you feel a gentle slumber overtake you.
