Sleepover at Apple Bloom's

Sweetie Belle trotted off to the small bathroom while the other two fillies rearranged the pillows on the bed and switched spots. Scootaloo tucked her wings and laid down on her back, and Apple Bloom took her place between Scoot’s legs, being careful not to sit on her magenta tail.

“I won’t be able to stay like this for too long,” reminded the pegasus, “my wings kinda have a mind of their own after I get going.”

“Ah know,” acknowledged Apple Bloom in her cute southern drawl. She was tying back her long mane to keep it out of the way. “Ah just like it when you start out lying down.”

Apple Bloom loved to begin slowly, and took great pleasure in nuzzling the downy coat of the little pegasus’ chest. She placed a series of small kisses down her stomach and caressed her flanks softly with her hooves. Scootaloo let out a couple of squeaky sighs, and Sweetie Belle, just returning from the little fillies’ room, magicked a pillow over Scoot’s face to muffle the sound.

They had all learned the hard way that Scootaloo was a very—ahem—vocal little pony when it came to their sexy games. Apple Bloom recalled with a shudder the sleepover at Rarity’s place, when Sweetie Belle’s older sister had almost discovered their shenanigans when she came investigating the “strange noises” that she had heard.

With Scootaloo properly soundproofed, Apple Bloom moved down between Scoot’s haunches which still smelled nicely of her cinnamon and vanilla bath. Her tail was mostly dry, but was still a tiny bit damp near the base. Scoot’s tiny butthole was clean and pink, and Apple Bloom inhaled deeply. There was something exciting about sniffing a newly-washed pony in a place that, under normal circumstances, could be more than a bit unpleasant. Apple Bloom’s nose was just an inch away from the puckered button, and she hesitantly stuck out her tongue. It was soft and warm, and she licked it tenderly.

In reaction to this unexpected approach, Scootaloo sat up a little and looked down between her legs. Apple Bloom felt this hesitance, and was about to stop, but Scoot quickly melted back into the mattress and replaced the pillow over her face. It wasn’t long until the little pegasus’ sighs of pleasure started up once again.

After a short while, Apple Bloom could tell that Scootaloo’s wings were getting restless, and finally the little pegasus had to flip over. She assumed a face-down position and stuck her butt in the air, while she hugged a pillow with both hooves under her face. This way, her now erect wings—small as they were—could stretch and flap. It was, in fact, Sweetie Belle who had discovered the spot on Scoot’s inner thigh that, when rubbed in just the right way, made her left wing flap along with the rubs. It reminded Apple Bloom of the way you could scratch Winona’s belly and make her leg gyrate at the same time.

With Scootaloo now in a reversed position, Apple Bloom decided to lay on her back and slide under her friend’s haunches, like a mechanic under a chasse. She looked up, and there were Scoot’s little lips and tiny nub, slick and ready. With her hooves, Apple Bloom pulled Scootaloo’s haunches downward so that her tongue could go to work. She licked the delicate folds and flicked the clitoris. She made her tongue stiff and pushed it in as far as it would go between the fleshy sides. She could feel whenever Scoot’s wings flapped and buzzed. Scootaloo took control of the rhythm by lifting and mushing her privates down onto Apple Bloom’s face.

Apple Bloom was a bit surprised at the sound of unicorn magic, and spied a pink glow surrounding Scootaloo’s tail. Sweetie Belle knew that Scoot loved tailplay, and was helping out by gently (and occasionally not-so-gently) pulling, twisting, and tugging in rhythm with the thrusts. Pretty soon, the little pegasus was screaming with delight and panting heavily into her pillow, clinging to it as if her life depended on it.

Underneath of all the action, Apple Bloom’s tongue and jaw were starting to get tired, and she distracted herself from that ache by focusing on the one between her legs. She let go of one of Scoot’s haunches and used that hoof to rub her own stomach—and lower down, too. Oh sweet stars, was she ready to have her turn soon.

But she wouldn’t have to wait long, because Scoot’s inner thighs had begun to shake, and very soon her core muscle contractions would begin. In preparation for the inevitable climax, Apple Bloom opened her mouth wide, and made as tight a seal around Scoot’s privates as she could manage. She knew firsthoof that the excitable little pegasus was quite a squirter when it came to her orgasms, and had once taken a shot of fresh Scootaloo juice right in the eye. That had not been fun at all, although Sweetie Belle had laughed so hard that she just about peed herself.

As expected, Scootaloo tensed up, and then released a warm wash of fresh filly cum into Apple Bloom’s waiting mouth. In conjunction with the smell of the cinnamon shampoo, it somewhat reminded her of drinking hot apple cider. Of course it wasn’t as sugary sweet, but it was still pretty darn tasty.

‘Two down, me to go,’ thought Apple Bloom.

Finally, after a long day of waiting, it was her turn.