Mentally Advanced Series: HOO

"Well I don't think Twilight told Applejack or anypony," said Applebloom, once again gathered with her two friends in their clubhouse hideout, "Since none of us have been grounded again. Either that or they've just given up hope for us."

"My parents gave up on me years back," said Scootaloo, "They know I'm just too sexy to be controlled. Hoo."

"I believe I would rather be punished for my transgressions," said Thrackerzod, "It does not seem normal for a parent to accept that their offspring is just a slut."

"Hay there are worse things to be, baby!" said Scootaloo, "Sides... neither of you ever complained."

"I'm pretty sure both of us have complained at some point," Applebloom said.

"This is not important," said Thrackerzod, "We should concentrate on more important things, like avenging Spike by killing Twilight Sparkle."

"Wouldn't she have to kill him for us to even need vengeance?" Applebloom asked, "I doubt he got more than a few hours torture at most."

"Then can we at least torture Twilight Sparkle?" asked Thrackerzod, "I am trying to reach a compromise here."

"Ain't got time for that," said Scootaloo, "I got an opportunity for us that can't wait!"

"What is it this time?" Applebloom rolled her eyes.

"I do not wish to spend another day helping you sate your overactive libido." Thrackerzod complained.

"Don't be like that, babies!" said Scootaloo, "This could make us all a lotta money! One of my contacts have offered to hook me up with none other than Photo Finish to make some video magic!"

"By one of your contacts," Thrackerzod said, "I assume you mean some random stallion. And besides this, I have heard Rarity indicate that Photo Finish is not a desirable business partner."

"Didn't we already try something like this?" asked Applebloom.

"This ain't the same, my sweet little apple dumpling," Scootaloo explained, "Photo Finish will take care of advertising and sales and all. All we have to do is sit back and watch the money roll in! Ho ah!"

"Okay and what do we have to do for this?" Applebloom asked, "Is this like... just modeling dresses and stuff?"

"Nah we're doing the really high payin jobs," said Scootaloo, "I'm not gonna lie... it may involve you fitting some rather large objects inside you."

"I hope you mean we'll gonna be modeling with food," Applebloom said.

"There's a distinct possibility that food may be involved," admitted Scootaloo, "Though I think the focus will not be on our mouth ends. Hoo!"

"What are we posing for?" asked Thrackerzod, "Where will our images appear? Because I think if my sister were to be presented with pictures of me doing questionable activities by one of her many stallion friends, she may be upset."

"Yeah I can't imagine my family being very happy either," said Applebloom.

"Well let me put your fears to rest, my little love muffins," said Scootaloo, "My contact says they can dye your fur and do your mane up so nopony will recognize you."

"Okay I give," said Applebloom, "Where are these photos gonna show up exactly?"

"We'll be posing for Foal Fiddlers Monthly," Scootaloo nodded, "All we gotta do is sign a little contract and shake our sexy booties a bit, and they'll do the rest. Hoo!"

"Did you really need to ask?" Thrackerzod deadpanned, then narrowed her eyes, "Contract? What sort of contract? Contracts can be dangerous. We do not want to accidentally sell our souls."

"Our souls aren't the part of us they're interested in, Thracker," Scootaloo assured, "They just need us to sign a paper affirming that we're at least eighteen years of age and that we consent to having our booty plundered."

"Um, one problem," Applebloom observed, "We're only about half way to eighteen."

"They don't need to know that baby!" Scootaloo assured. "Hoo!"

"Will they not be able to tell by looking at us?" asked Thrackerzod.

"Nah," said Scootaloo, "We'll just say we're late bloomers."

"Okay okay," said Applebloom, "Since you'll probably not shut up until we do it, I'll go ahead. Could use some extra bits anyway I guess, but where are we gonna tell our folks that we went to?"

"We'll just guilt trip Fluttershy into saying we slept over at her place again," suggested Scootaloo.

"I also will go the head," said Thrackerzod, "But only because I am agreeing with the majority, not because the idea is not stupid."

The day arrived and the fillies gathered at the studio in Canterlot. It had taken what seemed like hours just to prepare them for the shoot, but they were finally all done up in nice alternate colors. They had been made up as triplets, despite all being different types of ponies, with dark pink fur and dark red manes. Their manes and tails had been styled until they hung straight down, as if they were one of Pinkie's psychotic sisters. Scootaloo, being the shameless one she was, had wanted to not be disguised, but apparently being disguised was part of the contract as well.

"Ah there you are," Photo Finish approached them when they arrived, "It is nice to meet three adequately beautiful and completely adult ponies. I see from your applications that you are all in your twenties. Good. Have you signed your non-negotiable contracts?"

"Uh yeah," said Applebloom, "Didn't get much time to read it though."

"I skimmed it and only read the sexy parts," admitted Scootaloo. "I liked the part where it listed everything you're allowed to put in us. Gotta say... you're almost as freaky as me. Almost. Hoo!"

"I read it in it's entirety," said Thrackerzod, "And will not say I regret signing it as that would be a violation of the contract. I will say... at least we did not sell you our souls."

"What do you mean your souls," Photo Finish paused for a moment, then turned to her assistant nearby, "Remind me after this that I need to add some thing to the standard contract." She turned back to the fillies, "Now come and meet your co-star."

"Oh good, we get to do this with a perfect stranger," Applebloom rubbed her forehead with a hoof.

"You get used to it, baby," Scootaloo assured her.

The co-star was a large, black-furred earth pony stallion with a clashing white mane and tail, though he was obviously also fur-dyed; they had even dyed over his cutie mark to completely hide his identity. When he saw the three fillies come into the room, he suddenly looked a bit reluctant, shifting a hoof back and forth on the bed where he had been laying to wait for them. He looked at Photo Finish.

"Uh, I thought ah was gonna do this with..." the stallion said.

"Yes, yes," Photo Finish cut him off, "You will get to have your happy-fun-gay-time with some random stallions later, but we need you for this first. Our original model violated his contract by disliking blueberries and had to be fired... out of a cannon. Are you all ready?"

The stallion glanced at the three fillies again, either deciding if this was worth getting to nail some random stallions later, or just calculating if he had enough stamina to do this first. He finally nodded, "Eyup."

"Wait. What?" Applebloom's eyes went wide.

She recognized her brother's voice easily, and from the look on his face as their stunned eyes met, he immediately recognized his sister's voice as well.

"Ohhhh myyyy," Scootaloo said, grinning like an idiot when she caught on, "There aren't enough Hoo's in the world for this."

"I too am also mildly amused at this development," admitted Thrackerzod.

"Is there a problem?" Photo Finish asked, but didn't wait for an answer, "Good. I will get the video camera ready. Somepony get the pudding, the lubricant, and the whip cream.

Applebloom and Big Mac were still staring into each others' eyes, bodies rigid and unmoving, when an assistant approached with a large tub of pudding, a can of whip cream, and a large squirt bottle labeled 'Blueberry flavored synthetic hyper lube'. Scootaloo hopped onto the bed, continuing to grin widely, and rubbed her mane against the side of his face.

"Overcome with joy, stud?" Scootaloo asked.

"Yes it is nice to see you getting along so well," Photo Finish said casually as she finished setting up her camera, "Now we begin. The three mares will move onto the bed. The stallion you are on your back. You will all take the pudding and...I don't know. Do something interesting."

Applebloom might have never snapped out of it had Scootaloo not grabbed her around the neck and yanked her onto the bed. Thrackerzod pushed the earth filly from behind, pushing her up onto the bed with Scootaloo, then followed behind her. Scootaloo was quick to grab her forelegs around the tub of pudding and pulled the top off slowly with her muzzle.

"On your back you hot hunk of male meat," Scootaloo licked her lips at Big Mac, "Let's get this show started."

Big Mac blinked a few times, then turned to Scootaloo and back to Photo Finish. He seemed to suddenly realize that the camera was running, and rolled reluctantly to his back, allowing his four legs to splay out. Eyes still wide, he tried hard not to look at Applebloom again. Scootaloo didn't wait, turning the tub of pudding over and dumping it onto Big Mac, covering him from chest to groin in thick vanilla goodness. He shivered at the chill from the cold pudding, which definitely didn't help him get into the mood, his best bits still tucked within his sheath.

"That is good," Photo Finish deadpanned, "Now um... continue. Good."

The lack of instruction didn't seem to inhibit the action. Scootaloo ran her tongue over Big Mac's chest, rolling her eyes back in exaggerated bliss for the camera. Thrackerzod glanced about, then moved to the Big Mac's other side to do the same. Applebloom was practically hyper ventilating, nearly choking when Scootaloo pushed her head down and into the pudding as well, the three slowly working the pudding off his chest. Photo Finish moved around them to get clear shots of the action. As she moved about behind Scootaloo and Applebloom, Scoot raised her tail up high, pulling Applebloom's up as well to show off both of their tiny and inviting little holes.

"Yes good. Now continue to his fun bits," Photo Finish Instructed.

They didn't have to be told. As the pudding was cleaned off his chest, the trio moved slowly southward down his belly. Applebloom tried to stay as northward as possible, but the others continued to push her down with their own movements, causing her to be the first to reach his sheath. Body shaking violently and eyes wide, she ran her tongue over her brother's sheath. She moved down more, as if she thought moving quickly now would get it over with. Scootaloo moved to slurp at his opening, lapping her tongue within to slurp out the pudding there and tickle the tip of his shaft with her tongue. Thrackerzod tried to watch the other two out of the corner of her eye, giving Scootaloo a bit of a glare for getting her into this, then moving down to slurp the sludge off Big Mac's testicle.

Big Mac couldn't help but respond to the attention at his sheath, and even seemed to relax as they continued to stimulate him. Soon his cock slid free of its home, immediately taken into Scootaloo's muzzle as it escaped. Scoot took it deep enough to swallow at the tip, then ran her tongue up and down the length. Applebloom tried to avoid the shaft, concentrating on his fleshy sheath and thighs, half-closing her eyes to try and imagine she was just licking up pudding and not her brother. Thrackerzod did admirably at his balls, working her tongue over one and then the other, back and forth, slowly cleaning them.

"Good," affirmed Photo Finish, "Now take the whip cream and... do something with it."

Still lapping at his shaft, Scootaloo grasped the whip cream can in her hind legs and pressed the nozzle into her own sopping wet foal hole. Clenching around it, she squeezed and allowed it to fill her up, chrring at the cool feeling of being filled up by it. Pulling herself off with a lewd pop, she then backed herself up, leaving his shaft to Applebloom and Thrackerzod as she pushed her cream filled delight against Big Mac's muzzle. Big Mac had a bit of a delayed reaction, but soon pushed his tongue back against the bottom presented to him, pressing into Scootaloo's soft pussy and slurping noisily to suck out the whip cream.

Not content with getting eaten out, Scootaloo tugged Applebloom suddenly by her mane, pulling her up onto Big Mac so that she faced Scootaloo, her cute little bottom now seated on her brother's throbbing shaft. Thrackerzod, finding some sense of enjoyment in tormenting her friend, aided Scootaloo, first helping her push Applebloom into position, then taking hold of the blueberry lube and pushing the tip against Applebloom's somewhat less moist foal hole. Applebloom squeaked as Thrackerzod squeezed the bottle, squirting a fill of the cold lubricant into her, her hind legs tensing up and tail whipping at Thrackerzod's face.

"That's good initiative," Photo Finish encouraged blandly, "Yes do that."

Applebloom squeaked again more loudly when she realized where her two friends were going with this. She started to open her mouth to protest only to be cut off when Scootaloo leaned forward to kiss her. Scootaloo kissed her so deeply that she practically gagged on Scoot's tongue, even as Thrackerzod dumped more lubricant onto her brother's now throbbing erection. He couldn't help but twitch his hips as he felt shaft pulled into position, his tip pressed against his sister's well lubricated cunt. All the time Scootaloo's own little pussy was ground against his face, thrusting into the laps and slurps that he covered her with. Mac wasn't completely certain if it was Applebloom or Thrackerzod that he was about to penetrate with Scootaloo's slutty rear in the way, but he had a hunch.

Applebloom caught herself pressing back against his shaft, then tried to pull away only to find herself pressing back again. This approximated thrusting her hips back at him well enough, and finally he couldn't keep himself from indulging. Sliding his forehooves down up Scootaloo's body and then down Applebloom's, he grasped her tiny rear tightly before pushing up hard, feeling her tight little hole stretching slowly against his shaft tip. Applebloom practically squealed in protest, making Big Mac certain of who he was about to enter. Applebloom attempted to move at a more difficult angle to enter, only to have her rump pushed back into place by Thrackerzod, who was busily lapping about Big Mac's sheath and lower shaft as she did so.

"Ah yeah," Scootaloo murmured into her continued making out with Applebloom, "You about to get a cunt full of incest. Hoo."

He was too hard and too hot by this point to stop. He took another long slurp at Scootaloo's sopping wet pussy, then practically convulsed as his tip finally popped into his sister's tight hole. The siblings moaned out together as their bodies sloppily pushed together. At first Scoot and Thracker assisted Bloom in her task, pushing her bottom back and forth together, but before long she was moving on her own, rotating her hips to match her big brother's thrusting.

Scootaloo kissed Applebloom again, sliding one forehoof down to feel around the tight penetration point between the two siblings. The very thought of the sibling bonding drove her wild, and combined with Big Mac ever more eagerly eating her out, she was soon shaking with bliss. Her tail hiked up and wings stretching out stiffly above her, she came hard against Big Mac's face, juice visibly spewing over his face as she unloaded.

Thrackerzod, now unsure what to do now that Applebloom was moving on her own, slid up behind her earth pony friend and wrapped her forelegs about her, rotating her own hips to grind herself against Applebloom's behind. She spread out her hind legs and hiked up her own tail, making sure Photo Finish could still get a nice shot of the penetration. Not letting her get a good shot of penetration was a breach of contract, after all.

Applebloom shook violently as her belly swelled with each thrust. Scootaloo ever pushed her back more, pushing more and more of Big Mac into her until she felt like she might gag on his cock. His whole body tightened up, feeling so much of his sister wrapped around him, ridiculously tight and hot. As if that wasn't enough, soon he felt his sister's pussy convulsing around him in orgasmic bliss of her own, causing her to squeal at the top of her lungs.

"Brother!" Applebloom blurted out, even she now lost in the moment.

"Bloom!" Big Mac blurted out in response.

When Big Mac finally blew, it filled Applebloom to swelling almost immediately, then blasting her off of his shaft and nearly throwing her over Scootaloo's head. Applebloom's back and Thrackerzod's front were then treated to a thick gooey coating of stallion seed, leaving them more drenched in spunk than he had been in pudding earlier. He spent several long minutes it seemed hosing two fillies down before the group finally slid to a rest, all four panting with stunned or sated looks on their faces.

Photo Finish allowed them to complete their motions before stepping out from behind the camera.

"Wait, do you two know each other?" she asked, "Because this is supposed to be a stranger sex. Knowing each other is a breach of contract."

"But wait baby," Scootaloo insisted, "Them being brother and sister is even more kinky than strangers, ain't it? Hoo."

"Yes I'm sure it is," Photo Finish deadpanned, "However. It is not like I can't just have any two ponies dye their fur and pretend to be siblings for the camera. I'm afraid you are all fired."

"But can't you also have any two ponies pretend to be strangers?" Thrackerzod interjected.

"We're still gettin paid for this one though right?" Applebloom panted.

"Of course not," Photo Finish replied, "Clearly your contract states that the first five hours of camera time is considered training, so you are not paid until you have exceeded the five hours. Then you are paid in ten hour increments. You did not make the five hour mark. You have not earned a pay."

"Wait a minute," Applebloom blinked, "Are you saying I just boinked my own brother for no reason."

"Yes," Photo Finish confirmed, "I am saying that you just 'boinked' your own brother for no reason. Now go!"

"Oh well, at least we had fun baby!" Scootaloo seemed the least disappointed.

"Does this mean I can say that I hate the contract now?" Thrackerzod asked.