Time to Learn a Lesson

by SirDippingSauce

Rating: mature
Tags: Random, Anthro, Comedy
Length: 4000

Applejack tries to explain why Applebloom shouldn't do certain things in public.

Applejack tries to explain why Applebloom shouldn't do certain things in public.

Trigger warnings: incest

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-08-06 18:10:01 UTC

Lesson Learned

"Applebloom?" Applejack called through the empty house.

There was no response.

"Applebloom!" she repeated, this time harsher.

She could hear a rather obnoxious moan fro the nearby family room. "I'm readin', AJ!"

"Well, stop readin'! Front and center, missy!" Applejack stood, preparing to march in on her younger sister.

Applebloom sighed. "Why? Can't I just be left alone?"

"We gotta talk!"

The young pony groaned loudly. "About what? Our talks our so borin'..."

"Applebloom, you've got to the count of three..."

"This is stupid!"

"One!" Applejack rolled up her sleeves.

"Not gonna work on me!"

"Two!" She rested a hand on the doorknob.

"Not happenin'!"

"Three!" Applejack threw the door open, storming into the room. "Honestly, Applebloom, what's wrong with ya?"

Applebloom slammed her laptop shut. "Nothin'."

"What are you lookin' at?" Applejack asked, a deep warning tone in her voice.

"Nothin'."

"I'll give you nothin'..." she threatened, bearing down on her younger sister. She stopped herself and sighed. "Look, Applebloom, we gotta have an important talk, okay?"

"We... do?" Applebloom pushed the laptop away. This wasn't how her sister normally behaved when they were about to have a talk about decency, or family loyalty.

"Well... now that it's just us, yeah. I wanted Big Mac outta the way, and I figured you'd get embarrassed if Granny were here..." Applejack sat o the couch beside her sister.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You know how sometimes you're, um..." Applejack swallowed hard. "you're sittin' out in public, and you get an inch down in your you-know-where?"

"Sure."

"And... you know how you itch it?" Applejack mimed a scratch between her legs.

"Uh-huh."

"Well... look, you're nineteen now, and I just thought..." Applejack rubbed the back of her head. "Look, you can't do that when you're out in public."

"I can't? Why not?" Applebloom asked.

She was so innocent. Applejack hated to spoil that innocence, but... it was time to.

"Actually, there's a lot--"

"What if my pad goes all screwy? Can't I fix it?"

"No, no. See, the idea is... is not to put your hand there... at all." Applejack scratched her cheek, trying to give herself reasons to avoid her sister's wide-eyed gaze.

"Why?"

Applejack sighed. "Look, you've been a pretty well-protected kid, and--"

"Just tell me, Applejack. I'm a grown-up, I can handle myself!" Applebloom puffed up her chest, as f to sell the point.

"I know, I know..." Applejack rubbed a hand over her mouth. "Look, you know where babies come from, dontcha?"

"Sure thing, AJ. When ponies have sex, sometimes the mare gets pregnant, she waits nine months, then she has the baby! Labor, morning sickness, et cetera..."

"Yeah... but do you know what that... what that really means?" Applejack asked nervously.

Applebloom stared at the wall. "Uh..."

"I didn't think so. Oh, boy... okay! 'Member that time you walked in on Big Mac while he was takin' a piss?" Applejack couldn't help but laugh at the memory.

"Yeah..."

"Well, you know how boys have different... parts than girls, then?" Applejack chose her wording carefully.

"Uh-huh..."

"And... and you know where the blood comes from when you're on your period, right?" Applejack pressed further, trying not to use any foreign words.

"Yeah?"

"Okay. Well, a boy puts his part in that place, and that's where th-the sperm come out of..." Applejack hastened through the sentence, ending with a drawn-out 'f' sound.

Applebloom was quiet for a while. "Oh."

"Yeah..."

"But--" Applebloom cut herself off.

"What is it?"

"But then... what does that have to do with me puttin' my hand down there?" Applebloom asked.

"Oh, Celestia..." Applejack pinched her nose. "Okay! That's a great question! But first, I need to explain a bunch of other stuff!"

"Okay."

"Have you ever heard a pony talk about 'first base' or somethin' when they talk about coltfriends?" Applejack tread lightly. She was edging into dangerous territory.

"Sure! Sweetie Belle said she 'got to third' with her coltfriend... I didn't know what that meant..." Applebloom commented.

"She what?!" Applejack was over taken by shock. Sweetie Belle was only older than her sister by a year. She took a fwe deep breaths, then continued. "Okay. Basically, first base is prench kissin'. You know that one, right?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. Second base is somethin' called 'heavy pettin'.' That's all that stuff that's between kissin' and sex. You've seen that kinda stuff in movies, right?" Applejack asked.

"Sure thing, AJ."

"Alright. Third is... third is..." Applejack couldn't bring herself to say it. She had practically raise Applebloom! She wasn't ready to talk about this! Why had she picked today? "Oral."

"What?" Applebloom looked confused. "That sounds like fancy kissin'."

"I, uh... I guess so. Oral is when... when one pony puts their mouth on, uh..." Applejack hovered a hand over her crotch. "On that stuff."

"Wait... what?" Applebloom's face turned slightly green.

"Well, it... it''s..."

"But... but ponies ca't get pregnant by doin' that. I don't get it."

Applejack cleared her throat a few times, hoping to push the lump of fear down. "Well-- that's-- I-- It's more about... pleasure than it is about havin' babies."

"It is?"

"Yeah... well, it's..." Applejack sighed. "Okay. Do you know what makes the sperm come out?"

"Ejac-u-mation!" Applebloom cried, proud that she knew something.

"Eh..." Applejack shrugged. "Close enough. When a pony... does that, it feels really good. Some ponies think that it... it t-tastes good, too."

"Uh..." Applebloom stared at her sister like she'd just sprouted three horns and a wing out of her crotch. "They... do?"

"Well... well yeah. It's possible for a pony to make herself feel that if she... does... things." Applejack started to curl up. Her sister's gaze was making her feel self-conscious.

"Like what?"

"Well, like puttin' their hand down there!" Applejack said. "There. Lesson learned, conversation over. Go back to skiin' the web."

Applejack made a move to get up, but Applebloom grabbed her shoulder.

"Sis?"

"Yeah?"

"I... I got a question."

Applejack felt her stomach fall three stories. "You... do?"

"Yeah. How do... how do gay and lesbian ponies have sex?"

Applejack's eyes grew wide. This was not where she had wanted this to go. In fact, she had intended to simply walk up to her, tell her to stop sticking her hand near her ass in public, and walk out.

"Um..." Applejack swallowed. She didn't sit down, she just kept looking at the door. Anywhere but at her sister's face. "Well, some do oral, and some do other stuff."

"What other stuff?"

"Um... gay couples can have something called a-an... anal." she stuttered.

"What's that?"

"It's where they put their part where your poop comes out," she blurted, not wanting to linger on the subject.

"Oh..." Applebloom was silent for a while. "What about lesbian couples?"

"They... they use somethin' called a... dildo."

Applebloom laughed. "A dildo? That's a funny word."

"It's a thing that looks like a boy's part. They can do the same thing with, except they won't have babies," Applejack explained hurriedly.

Please be done, please be done, please be done! she begged internally.

"Oh."

Applejack breathed a sigh of relief, moving to open the door.

"A-applejack?" Applebloom murmured.

Applejack bit her lip. What was there left to ask about? "Yes?"

"What does it mean when... when I feel all weird and sore down there?" Applebloom asked. "And... and what does it mean when there's white-yellow goo in my pannies? And--"

"Whoa, there!" Applejack turned around. "Slow down. One thing at a time."

"Fine. What's that yellow-ish gunk in my pannies? What's it doin' there?" Applebloom asked. She seemed almost panicked.

"That's, um... that's what happens when you gotta..." Applejack couldn't finish.

Applebloom groaned, putting her head in her hands. "I dunno what to do, sis. I feel all weird sometimes... whenever I see boys..."

"Whoa, there." Applejack came back to the couch putting an arm around her sister. "What'sa matter?"

"I dunno... I dunno... I just feel..." She looked up at her sister. "Weird."

"Shh, shh. It's okay. It's perfectly normal." Applejack rubbed her sister's shoulder.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure. You know you can trust me, sugarcube."

"Sometimes... sometimes I feel like that when I see you gettin' out of the shower."

Applejack's stomach dropped another sixty stories.

"Is that weird? That's weird..." Applebloom shook her head.

"Uh... well, uh... no..." Applejack felt her cheeks catch fire.

"It isn't?" Applebloom looked up at her sister.

"N-no... when I was about your age, I had a huge... a huge crush on Big Mac."

"You did?" Applebloom asked, a little bit of hope sneaking into her voice.

"Yeah... but don't you dare tell 'im!" Applejack scolded.

Applebloom held up her hands. "Cross my heart, sis!"

"Good." Applejack laughed.

Applebloom laughed with her.

"Hey, sis?" she asked.

"What is it?"

"I got one more question..." she twidled her thumbs, looking ashamed.

"What is it?"

"What, um... what do ponies do to make themselves feel... feel good?"

Applejack's laughter was immediately cut short. "Uh..."

"Sorry..."

"No, no. It's fine. Um..." Applejack thought about that for a few minutes. She knew what she did in the shower, but that wasn't really appropriate to be telling a filly...

Shut her down, AJ. Just tell her that you don't know. Go on, tell her. Tell her you've never done that before. Do it, urged her conscience.

Another little voice said something else entirely.

You could always show her.

"I can't, really... explain... I mean, I've never..." Applejack started.

Then a third voice spoke up.

Honesty, AJ. Give your sis the cold, hard, honest-to-goodness truth, and you'll feel much better about yourself.

Applejack sighed. "You want the truth?"

"Well, yeah. That's what I thought you were givin' me."

"Yeah! Of course. But... do you wanna know what I... what I do?"

Applebloom fell silent.

"It's okay if you do. I'm not ashamed. Well, not that ashamed..."

Applebloom looked down at her hooves swinging around over the floor.

"Do you wanna know?"

"Yeah..." she whispered.

"Okay. Do you want me to stay here, or should I move where you can't see me as well?" Applejack asked, trying to be sensitive of her sister's embarrassment.

"Um..."

"Just tell me. It's okay."

"Well, I was wonderin'..."

"Yeah?"

"I kinda... wanna... see you do it."

Another silence fell over the room, this one much heavier than the past few.

Had she... had she really just asked to watch her sister masturbate?

"Um..."

"You gonna yell at me?" Applebloom asked, still staring at the floor.

"No, no. I just... I don't know about this...."

"Well... if it helps, the convention Big Mac was takin' Granny to is gonna last a few hours... I mean, we've basically got all day... it's not like somepony's gonna walk in on us..." Applebloom stumbled through her sentence, not able to string more than a few words together at a time.

"Uh..." Applejack was stuck, unable to accept or deny.

"Please?"

"Well... I guess there isn't much more harm than just tellin' ya..." Applejack agreed.

"Yeah?"

She chuckled. "Yeah. Alright, come into the bathroom."

"The bathroom?"

"Yeah! You think I do this in here?" Applejack stood, walking down the hall, her blonde tail swishing behind her.

"I dunno, I've never done this before!" Applebloom exclaimed.

"Alright, alright. Look, you sit on the edge of the tub and turn on the shower, mm'kay? Not too hot."

Applejack led her sister to the edge of the tub, sitting her on the edge and handing her the shower head.

"You're gonna wanna take off them overalls, it's gonna get steamy in here. You'll die of heat stroke."

"Yes, mom..." Applebloom joked, starting to adjust the temperature of the water shooting out of the tap.

Applejack stood just behind her, popping off her shoes and socks. She let her toes squirm around on the bath rug while she undid the clasps on her own overalls. She dropped the stiff denim covering to the floor, then proceeded to pull off her red t-shirt. Before stripping all the way down, she made sure to remove the ribbons from her mane and tail.

Applebloom rested the shower head on the bottom of the tub, turning and starting to undress herself. She removed her large bow, overalls, and shirt just like her sister, and took her seat again on the edge of the tub.

"Ready!" she announced.

"One sec," Applejack pulled her sports bra off over the top of her head, her two orange mounds bouncing from the sudden release.

Applebloom tried not to stare.

Applejack stepped out of her underpants, then tiptoed over to the tub.

Applebloom seized the moment, getting a good look at her sister's privates. Unfortunately, there wasn't much to look at. It was covered by wild, thick blonde hair, much like her mane and tail.

"Okay. First things firs, make sure you get your tail out of the way. It's no fun tryin' to wash that crud out of it..."

"What crud?"

"You'll see. Slide a little further down, I gotta get in!" Applejack shooed her sister away, slipping into the tub. She rested her back against the more gently inclined end, her legs stretched out in front of her. She moved one up to the handle that protruded from the wall above the soap dish, pressing her left hoof against it to hold herself in place

"Alright. First off, it's freezin' here against the tub, so I gotta warm up. Gimme the shower head." She held out a hand, which Applebloom promptly filled.

Applejack held the head high above her, letting the water rain down on her. Applebloom watched in amazement as the tiny droplets rolled around, following her sister's every curve.

"Okay. Now, you see the different settin's, here?" Applejack pointed at the dial that encircled the shower head. "If you pick the one that comes out really hard, like so..." Applejack spun the dial. The water shot out more forcefully. "You can use it."

"Use it for what?"

Applejack didn't answer, just aimed the jet at her clit.

A shock of joy sped through the farmer, her back arching slightly at the sudden rush of pleasure.

Applebloom squirmed a bit.

As Applejack settled form the sudden overdrive, she began to narrate what she was doing to her sister. "See, you keep the jet aimed up here, not here." She pointed to her entrance.

"Why not?" Applebloom asked.

"Well, 'cause sometimes it gets filled up with water and you feel all bloated. Plus, it just doesn't feel as good." Applejack winked.

Applebloom shifted her position to straddle the edge of the tub.

"What'sa matter? You keep squirmin' around." Applejack sat up a bit, putting the shower head down.

Applebloom whimpered. "I dunno... I feel weird..."

Applejack watched as Applebloom wiggled around a bit more, trying to bring pleasure to her own clitoris.

"I think we're goin' about this the wrong way." Applejack stood up, stepping gingerly out of the tub. "Strip down, missy!"

"What?"

"Well, you ain't gonna learn nothin' by staring at me, we gotta do it to you. That way you know what feels good to you. Everypony's a bit different, after all." Applejack grabbed the hem of Applebloom's shirt, pulling it up over her head. "Now, get naked! I ain't gonna do it for you."

"Alright, alright!" Applebloom pulled her shirt off over her head, then her bra. The young girl's breasts weren't as developed as her sister's, but they were still plenty big enough to have a little fun with.

Applejack watched, almost bored or impatient, as her sister stepped out of her underwear. Again, everything interesting was covered by a thick matted mess of red pubic hair.

"In the tub!"

"I'm goin'!" Applebloom exclaimed, stepping in and laying down the same way her sister had.

Applejack stepped in, too, kneeling between her sister's legs. "Alright. Put your hoof up here, it steadies you." Applejack patted the handle she had used previously.

Applebloom did as she was told, and her marehood was exposed. The little pink  were puckered so tight that there was nothing else to see, just the limp flaps of skin that hid her treasures.

"Mm'kay. Now, brace yourself; I'm gonna use the jet, alright?" Applejack picked up the shower head.

Applebloom nodded, stiffening herself in preparation.

Applejack was about to throw the first volley, but she suddenly felt a pang of concern again. "You know what... let's not do that just yet. Here, gimme your hand."

"What?"

Applejack wasted no time, but took her sister's hand in hers. "You just put it right about here..." she murmured, resting her sister's hand over the folds of skin that hid her clit. "Then you kinda dig down like this..."

Applejack led her sister's fingers down towards her jewel, feeling the shudders that rushed through her.

"Now just... just rub around." Applejack guided her sister's fingers in a swirl around her clit, then carefully pulled back.

Applebloom kept her fingers moving, even pinched in between her fingernails to get some feeling out of it.

"That's it."

"Mmph... no, it doesn't feel that good..." Applebloom complained.

"Um..." Applejack considered what she was doing for a moment, but, to be fair, the harm was already done. "Here, let me try."

Applebloom pulled her fingertips out, letting her sister's replace them.

Applejack swirled a pinched and tickled, eliciting quite a few moans and even small cries from her sister.

"Now, here's the next step." Applejack brought her pointer finger near her sister's enterance, first teasing the opening. Applebloom's back started to arch, and her breathing quickened. The farmpony poked her finger in, not so far that her nail disappeared, but enough to make Applebloom's fists clench.

"If you gotta squeeze with your legs, go ahead," Applejack comforted her sister, reminding her that she wasn't looking for any kind of strength.

Applebloom nodded, but kept holding out.

Applejack dipped in a little further, up to the knuckle, which made her sister's knees wobble.

"C'mon, sis..." Applebloom complained.

Applejack obeyed, shoving her finger in all the way.

Applebloom's back arched high, and she made a little sound.

Applejack pumped her finger in and out, feeling her sister's walls squeeze tighter and tighter with each go. After a few dozen plunges, she added another finger, which was rewarded her with a squeal. Applebloom's legs were shaking now, trying to keep it together for her sister.

"It's alright..." Applejack reminded her.

At that, the young pony collapsed on her sister, squeezing at her shoulders with all her might. When she did so, Applejack pulled away.

Applebloom took a moment to calm herself down, then, panting, "Why'd you stop?"

"Well, that's another lesson you gotta learn, sis. Until you can get yourself under control, you can't hit climax when there's other ponies around," Applejack explained.

Applebloom panted some more. The steam from the still-running shower head wasn't helping her to catch her breath. "Huh?"

"Oh... right, I, uh... I scooted around that one. Look, climax is what makes boys ejaculate and girls cum."

"Cum?" Applebloom repeated.

"Yeah. It's named for what comes out when you hit climax," Applejack explained. "Some ponies call climax an 'orgasm.' That's... that's, like, the scientific name or somethin'."

"Science?"

"Well, yeah. This is nature. Ponies've been doin' this stuff for centuries."

"Oh..." Applebloom frowned. "Well, how come I don't get to?"

"Because! You can't go all wild, screamin' and stuff when everypony else is home! They'll hear you, and they'll know what you're doin'."

"Aw..." Applebloom folded her arms over her bare chest. "Fine. But nopony's home now."

Applejack narrowed her eyes. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying, you've gone this far, I think I deserve to go all the way!" Applebloom complained.

"Here? In a shower? With your sister?" Applejack asked.

"Sure."

Applejack shook her head. "No, no. Are you sure? Because this isn't--"

Applebloom cut Applejack off by grabbing her cheeks and pulling her in for a kiss.

Applejack tried to find surface to get herself away, but her hand only found her sister's perfect little breast. Applebloom's eyes snapped open at the touch, looking right into her sister's face.

Applejack gave the breast a little squeeze. Maybe this would frighten her off.

No such luck. Applebloom pressed harder into her sister pushing their matching mounds together. She moaned loudly, probing her tongue experimentally into her sister's mouth. Applejack jerked her tongue away, pulling it back as far as she could to keep her sister from reaching it.

Applebloom dropped one hand, first moving it to her sister's shoulder, then sliding it down her arm, following the curve of her waist...

Applejack drew a breath in through her teeth, breaking the kiss, as Applebloom's fingers found her clitoris.

"Ha!" Appplebloom cried triumphantly.

"A-Applebloom... you don't know what you're... what you're d-do..." Applejack let out a sigh of pleasure as her sister worked her clit.

"Don't leave me hangin'!" she said, then dove in for anther kiss.

Applejack's tongue was less like a muscle and more like a limp blob at this point, and Applebloom took great joy in swirling and fencing with it.

Applejack pushed her sister away suddenly, breathing hard. "Applebloom, you gotta think about what you're doin' here."

"Why? Sweetie Belle apparently had sex with Button Mash! Why can't I?" Applebloom complained.

"Because! Because I'm your sister!"

Applebloom hung her head. "But... sis, you said... you said you knew what it felt like..."

"I know. I know I did. But this... this is..." Applejack stopped there. Was it really so wrong for them? Her sister was into her. So what? There wasn't any reason to freak out, neither of them were getting pregnant off of this.

"What? What is it?" Applebloom whined.

"It's, um..." Applejack trailed off. Her eyes flickered to her sister's marehood. "Well, it's not the right way to do it."

Applejack grabbed her sister, throwing all caution to the wind. She kissed her full on the mouth, swirling her tongue against hers. They tangled and wrestled like this, then Applejack went for the crowning glory.

She dove down to her sister's marehood, tongue warmed up and at the ready. She lapped at her Applebloom's clit, getting her to moan and groan enough for three ponies.

She pulled away suddenly. "We're gonna do this right. Lay down on your side. We're goin' sixty-nine."

Applebloom followed her sister's lead, and they each buried their muzzle in their sister's dripping marehood. Applebloom mirrored Applejack's movements, trying to do things the right way.

They teased the entrance, licking in circles, but pulling further away when the victim clenched up.

"Mm... Applejack..." Applebloom begged, trying to force her sister's tongue deeper by pressing it against the wall of the tub.

Applejack gave in. Her sister's begs were too cute. She dug into her sister's pussy, lapping and licking as if this was her last day alive. Applebloom squealed, her voice so high-pitched it didn't even seem real. Her back arched and her knees crushed Applejack's head on both sides. Applejack just dug in harder, praying silently for her sister to reach climax.

Just as the thought had crossed her mind, Applebloom let out one final shriek, the sound echoing against the steamy walls of the bathroom. The young filly's juice's sprayed her sister's face, who lapped greedily at the sticky substance,

Applebloom panted, her form now limp in the tub. Her eyes were closed.

Applejack sat up, cum still stuck places she couldn't reach. "Wanna taste?" she offered softly.

"Hm?" Applebloom opened one eye a crack to look at her sister.

"Do you wanna taste?" Applejack offered again.

Applebloom nodded slowly, sitting up to face her sister. She planted a kiss on her cheek, licking gently at the stickyness still clinging to her cheek. She continued in this manner, tasting every last drop.

"Alright. Get showered off and dressed before Granny and Mac come home."

"What about you?" Applebloom asked.

"I'll go after," she stated, stepping out.

"Could..." Applebloom murmured. "Couldn't you do it... with?"

Applejack smiled.

Lesson learned.