Living in Equestria

It was a slow walk back to the barn with Apple Bloom limping along in misery next to me. Her cast prevented her from walking at a normal pace but she had learned to move pretty quickly all the same in the last couple of weeks since her injury. The young pony had born the second worst injuries from our episode with Whipwind, Scootaloo's father, who now waited alive and aware in a stone statue for his punishment from Celestia. The scar on her head was visible just below where her mane started and there was still a patch of red hair that was growing back where he had clobbered her. After it was all said and done, I guessed I had come out ahead in the deal. It was Whipwind who was responsible for my new wings after all.

"The salts are in the cabinet under the kitchen sink." Apple Bloom said when we entered Sweet Apple Acres. I moved to towards the sink while she continued on through the kitchen and towards the stairs leading up from the great room beyond. The barn was empty. I was pretty sure Big Mac was probably out in the fields somewhere and I had no idea where Granny had wandered off to. Applejack was at her doctor's appointment to get her injuries looked at today, so who knew when she would return.

There was an incredible variety of bottles, jars and containers under there. The smell of old potatoes and lemons filled the air as I examined them carefully for some indication of what I was looking for. Each container had a faded, written label on it that I read slowly before moving on. Granny's handwriting wasn't all that great these days apparently.

"Ah!" I gave a crow of victory when I spied the large clear glass bottle filled with large grains of a white crystalline substance. It looked like salt but much much bigger in size and tinted a faint pink. "Granny's Bath Salts" I read the label aloud. I heard water being drawn in the large bathtub upstairs now and moved to bring Apple Bloom the stuff she needed to get the sap out of her mane and coat. When I got to the bathroom door, it was open. I saw Apple Bloom standing with a hoof in the running water, testing it's temperature while steam rose from the basin behind her.

"Did ya find it?" she asked hopefully.

"Yeah, here it is. There's plenty." I moved to set the bottle on the sink and leave but Apple Bloom was already asking me to pour it into the tub for her.

Pulling the large cork out, I moved next to her and watched the large grains slide out of the neck and fall into the clear water below, dissolving instantly and tinting the water a light pink color, adding a scent of roses to the steam rising to my face. Apple Bloom shut the spigot off, satisfied with the amount of water.

"Alright, you all set?" I asked her, sticking the cork back in the bottle after emptying about half of it into the tub.

She looked up at me, and then looked behind her at the cast on her leg. I'd never broken a bone before, but I knew you weren't supposed to get them wet.

"I think yer gonna have to help me." she said, looking back at me with her orange tinted eyes. Her cheeks began to flush and she started to look nervous. "Can ya.. please? Ah don't want my sister to find out I been climbin trees..."

What was I supposed to do? Not help her?

"Sure... what do you need me to do?" I asked, realizing this was getting to be more than I'd bargained for.

"Well.. first can ya help get my bow out?" she said in an uncharacteristically shaky voice, lowering her head to give me easier access.

I knelt in front of her, reaching up and working the knot behind her head. She leaned into me, pressing her forehead into my chest and gave a big sigh. Her red tail, matted and dirty, swished a few times as I worked the bow out of her mane, setting it aside.

"Alright there you go... now what?"

"Just hold my cast outta the water till I get settled." she scrambled up over the edge of the tub and I grabbed a hold of her back leg as carefully as I could. It was awkward and clumsy. Several times I got her flank in my face with an unobstructed view of her neither regions. It was different than Scootaloo's, much plumper and the inner lips protruded more... the red interior was just visible contrasting sharply against the yellow hair surrounding it. I also caught a whiff of her thunderous scent that was mingled with the pine-y woody smell of the sap. This was also different... Apple Bloom had a sharp, tangy musk instead of the warm, rich one I had gotten used to. I wasn't surprised when I noticed it was moist.

Finally she settled down into the tub with her back resting against the far side and her cast resting on the near edge up out of the water. Her tail floated around her in the pink steamy water but did little to obscure the view I had between her rear legs, such as they were. She had no shyness or inhibitions about it either. In fact, the look on her face was of playful mischief and no longer that of a desperate pony in need of a coverup. I couldn't stop my eyes from looking at her lower half just under the pink tinted water.

"Yeah..." she sighed into the warm bath, closing her eyes. Already I could see bits of dirt and twig floating on the surface of the water.

"Anything else?" my knees were starting to hurt from the hard wood floor, not to mention I was very distracted by her body. My conversation with Rainbow Dash in the forest had enlightened me on the concept of herding... and I was pretty sure Scootaloo was already thinking the same thing based on our talks. Even with all that floating around this situation, I still felt a bit strange getting a raging hard-on looking at my lover's best friend in the tub with her sex on display for me.

When she opened her eyes again, we met each others gaze and locked. An almost palatable tension crackled to life between us. That tingling sensation that I got when I started to fly or turned the lights on around here descended on me as if some magic was at work. Apple Bloom looked like she was on the verge of saying something, her mouth opened slightly then closed again. The red strands of her loose, red mane floated around her shoulders in a fan that gave her a completely different look that was more seductive and sultry than I thought possible from the rough and tumble young farm pony. The electric spark of sexual attraction building in my loins signaled that I was losing resolve.

"Umm.. Can ya..." her eyes broke from mine and cast around, seeking something. Then her face lit up when she spied it and she pointed above. "There! The scrubbing brush..."

I stood up, grabbing the stiff brush from the hook near the shower head and stood above her looking down. The bulge in the front of my pants was impossible to miss from her angle... and she didn't. Her eyes flicked to it once, then darted away like it had burned her only to return again for a longer look.

"Ya gotta brush the stuff off me..." she said in a quiet and strangely seductive voice that I'd never heard from her before. Her face had become an awkward mask of demure bordering on sleepy staring at the tent in my bottoms... like she was trying to figure out how to mold her features to fit the message she was trying to give. She settled on half closed eyes while biting her bottom lip.

I knelt over the tub, this time taking the towel from the wooden bar first and knelt on it to save my knees. The fragrant water was warm when I plunged my arms in it. Putting one hand on her side, I ran the brush along the opposite length of her body underwater. It snagged and pulled at the clumps of sap, but they yielded easily enough. Larger clumps of dirt floated to the surface as the snags loosened and then disappeared.

Apple Bloom's eyes never left mine. She looked up at me from the surface of the water with her mouth slightly open and her two front hooves slackly hanging in front of her chest. She was enjoying the experience... and frankly, I was too. Her body was soft and slippery in the water, firmer and wider than Scootaloo's with more muscle.

"Ya gotta... do my front also." she breathed in a tiny voice, her face never changing. Spreading her front legs spread wide to the sides, she was now completely open before me, waiting for attention on her chest, stomach, and beyond.

I slowly ran the brush from just under her chin, down her chest, over the ridge of her breastbone and onto the pale, nearly hairless patch of her belly. Her nipples were smaller and further apart than the ones I was familiar with. They also lacked the long strands of hair surrounding them like Scoots had. They stood out alone and contrasting against the soft, pale underbelly below the pony's stomach. Apple Bloom sucked in a breath and her eyes fluttered when the brush's stiff bristles ran over these two dark brown bumps lightly. She was trembling now...

I didn't go further, stopping just before I reached the growth of longer yellow hair that topped the red slit between her legs. I brought the brush back up and continued running it down her front several times, not wanting to go to far to fast with this regardless of the throbbing need I had of my own. After a few times of running the brush over her nipples, she began to squirm in the water.

"You alright?" I looked into her cloudy eyes, seeking a response.

"Ah... I think ya should..." she shivered as the brush passed over her nubs again. "...let the water out... so ya can do my back." Again, her eyes never left mine. Her expression had changed to a wanton need, her eyes still half lidded over her orange pupils that were hazy with desire.

I found the chain with my hand and pulled the stopper. The water quickly dropped, leaving her completely exposed and splayed out in front of me. Her marehood was a dark, red, glistening gash that was slightly pealed open revealing her pink inner lips. I'd yet to get a close up look at Scoot's body like this in the light, I wanted to see more... to explore with my eyes as much as the rest of my body did.

Apple Bloom stayed that way, looking up at me with seeking eyes and on display much longer than she needed to. She was breathing heavy. Much heavier than she should have for simply laying in the tub. Eventually she did move, however, rolling around and bringing her cast into the now empty tub to thunk dully on the bottom along with a collection of stick and leaves that had been released by the salts in the bath.

She stood up, water dripping from her everywhere and pooling on the basin floor before running down the drain. Her mane and tail hung limp from her in bright red waterfalls around her yellow body. There were only a few matted spots left on her coat that were taken care of quickly. The worst was still clinging to her tail.

It took some effort, but I managed to not only focus on the task... but actually getting her tail combed clean too. She stood facing the front of the tub, occasionally looking back at me to check my progress. As I got closer to her dock, her legs slid further apart until they socked against the edge of the tub. At some point, the knuckles of my hand holding her tail brushed against the puffy, wet lips of her sex when I changed my grip. She sucked in a rasping breath, her neck stuck out stiffly with closed eyes.

"Sorry..." I whispered.

"I'm not..." she turned to look at me. Apple Bloom had regained some of her spunk and now had a devious smile on her lips.

"You sure?"

"Yeah..."

Swallowing, I pushed my knuckles back against her harder. This time feeling them slip between the soft fleshy lips of her marehood and sink between them. Apple Bloom gave a shuddering moan and wobbled on her legs. The heat against the back of my hand was incredible. Already her own wetness was replacing the water from the bath, evidenced by how slippery the folds of her sex were.

I slid my knuckles along the lips and felt the hard nub near her belly, causing her to cry out a single syllable of pleasure that reverberated loudly in the tight space. I gave up the pretense of combing her tail and abandoned the brush, it clattered loudly against the bottom of the tub.

With my free hand, I lifted her tail and she helped with eager willingness. Her slit was now open and in full view, throbbing with her heartbeat inches from my face. The fleshy red hole deep inside winked with the rhythm, leaking drops of her juices with each pulse that ran down between her outer folds and dripped in a long, sticky strand from the end of the purple nub of her clit protruding visibly. Her smell landed on my nose in a powerful wave that sent a shock straight to my dick, causing it to jump and twitch several times on it's own accord. For a moment, I thought I was going to cum in my pants.

"What are you gonna do..." she looked back at me with those half lidded eyes and slack mouth again. She looked like she was in a trance.

I was suddenly aware my mouth was watering. Something about her smell and juicy marehood lips was driving a need to taste her. I leaned forward in a hypnotic daze, intent on running my tongue up from the hard nub of her clit to the oozing hole near my hand holding her dock, collecting that sappy goodness on my tongue to savor. I was mere inches away from tasting her... the smell and heat flooded my senses and that magic tingling sensation washed over me again.

"Hello! Anypony here?!" Applejack's voice called out from below.

Apple Bloom's eyes bulged from their sockets and she jerked away from me. I too snapped out of it, dropping her tail and standing up quickly.

"Get outta here... quick!" she whispered loudly, but she didn't need to tell me. I was already moving, shuffling backwards and grabbing the door's lever to pull it shut. The shower was on before it snicked shut. On light feet I tip toed to my room, gently closing the door behind me and leaning against it to catch my breath. I heard Applejack's hoof steps on the stairs and then in the hallway beyond the door. A knock came just before her voice rang out loudly in the hallway.

"Apple Bloom? Ya in there?"

"Yeeahh!" I heard her reply barely over the water.

"Ya ain't gettin' yer cast wet, are ya?"

"AWWW HORSEAPPLES!!"