Blooming Desire

Sunlight was creeping through the bedroom window. I rubbed my eyes, still blurry with the remnants of the dream that was even now slipping away from me.

It was a good dream, from what I could remember of it. It involved red tails, and yellow bodies, and warm, luscious lips.

The bed was warm and welcoming, and, even though the rooster had started to crow outside, I didn't want to leave it just yet.

There was more I could remember as well. There were images and sensations that felt so real, yet distant, as if from another life.

I thought back to the day before. Had I really done all those things I remembered? Did I and Apple Bloom… or was that just a dream as well?

I started to roll onto my side. I still had to work today, dream or no dream, and I was worried I might have overslept.

A firm hand against my thigh stopped me from rolling. I was puzzled for a second. Though my queen-sized bed was plenty large enough for two, I was used to waking up alone in it. Which is why it took my morning-addled brain a few seconds to register the fact that what I had dreamed about was actually, at least in part, true.

I felt my erection strain against the bedsheets. Granted, I woke up in that same state most mornings – that’s just biology, folks! But this morning I was especially stiff already, considering the dreams I had just woken from.

The course linen of the bedsheet brushed against my member in a way that was not entirely unpleasant. It made me harder just to feel it brush against me, my cock twitching in response which only heightened the sensation. I was about to reach down to do something about my stiffness – force of habit, what can I say? – when I felt the sheets lift away from my stiffness. The rough linen was replaced by smooth, wet silk, as a tongue trailed up the entire length, from base to tip.

I love it when my dreams continue on in the waking world.

I could feel my cock twitch again as soft, warm lips joined the tongue. They surrounded my head, gently sucking and licking.

The darkness of the room and the blurriness of my vision began to resolve themselves. I could see a yellow-furred body emerging from beneath the sheets, at right angles to my own body, exposed to the air. Her body was angled toward my, breasts under the sheets. The way her hips twisted showed off her mound to me unashamedly. There was a tiny tuft of fur that joined her lower lips to the base of her belly, almost like a pubic triangle might on a human. Her tail was gently flicking from side to side, and the swaying began to keep time with her tongue as it flicked the tip of my cock playfully.

I sucked in a breath and bit my lower lip. My hand followed the curve of her spine to the soft fur between her shoulder blades, just hidden by the sheets and blankets. I stroked her there gently as she teased and toyed with me. I could tell she was in a playful, tender mood this morning. Despite her delicate touch, the dreams and memories of our earlier passion was growing in my chest. I began to want nothing more than to press down on the mound of blankets, to force myself deep into her playful mouth. To take charge of head and fuck it like I had fucked her against the apple tree.

I forced the impulses down. At least for now. The sensation was too nice to spoil. And Apple Bloom was nothing if not talented with her mouth. It felt like a lover’s kiss against my cock, and I contented myself with feeling the smoothness of her skin and fur as she gently roused me in more ways than one.

As I soaked in the gentle, wet sensation around my member, memories of the previous day came fading back.

After our little session, we laid there under the shade of the apple tree for god knows how long. It could been hours, or minutes. But, eventually, the air began to chill. Apple Bloom rose and began to dress herself, unceremoniously. I followed suit, deciding I had gotten enough work done for the day. We shared another kiss, and I declared I was heading home.

I’ll be honest, I only brought up where I was going in hopes Apple Bloom would offer to come along. A half-hearted hope, to be sure. I figured she had probably had her fun with me, and now would be off in search of her next conquest. Nothing against her in that regard. Heck, I almost envied her. A mare like her would able to get any stallion she wanted, and probably half the mares in town as well. Not that I knew whether or not her barn door swung that way…

Where was I?

Snapping back from where my mind had been wandering, I wondered why Apple Bloom was staring at me with a lopsided grin on her face. Had I said something funny? She was playing fiddling with the bow at the end of her ponytail, both hands tying and retying it. Her breasts sat between her arms, now sadly covered by her tank top, but otherwise propped up as if on display.

“Well. Lead the way, cowboy!”

When my brain finally started working again, we were already almost halfway to my cottage. Despite her request, she seemed to know fully well where I lived, all but dragging me there herself. She flirted with me and teased me the whole way there, making my head spin all the while. The whole time it was all I could do not to press her against the trees that lined the way, tear of all her clothes, and take her in front of anyone that might walk by…

After what I can only describe as a saint-like display of self-control, we finally made it to my shack on the edge of the Everfree.

It was small, sure, but it was private. A one-room hut, with barely enough room for a bed, a kitchenette, and a small seating area by a stone fireplace. I had everything I needed here, and didn't spend much time here in any case.

One advantage to the small size was that it was only a few short steps from the front door to the bed.

We didn't even need those small steps. Apple Bloom was all over me even before I closed the front door. Her lips tasted so sweet and her body was so hot against mine. My hands grabbed her waist, reached under her shirt, squeezed her perfect breasts as she pressed me against the inside of the door.

My pants were off again. I wasn't sure how. I was still standing at attention. I had been nearly the whole walk here. Apple Bloom noticed, it seemed.. Her hands were already dancing along the length of my shaft. She worked me up even more as she kissed my mouth and neck.

She was topless too, I noticed suddenly. Her full, perky breasts looked like Golden Delicious apples where they pressed against my chest. Which was also bare, by the way. My chest, I mean. If I hadn't known that Apple Bloom was an earth pony, I'd have sworn there was magic involved in how quickly our clothes fell off.

Apple Bloom's hand gripped the back of my neck. She pulled me, lips still locked in a deep, passionate kiss, towards my bed. Thank god or Celestia or whoever I had sprung for the queen-sized bed when originally requisitioning my living quarters. I was going to need the extra room tonight.

Apple Bloom's bare buttocks – magic, I tell you! – bumped against the edge of the bed. Before I knew it, she was on her back, the blankets folding around her. In an amazing display of flexibility she lifted her legs clear above her head. Her delicious and dripping pussy was spread wide for me to see. My cock twitched, head already glistening with precum at the sight of her spread out beneath me.

I wanted lick her, to gobble up her cunt in my eager mouth. But Apple Bloom was in charge, and she had other plans it seemed. Her hand gently gripped my cock, guiding it towards where her legs met. While her cunt looked delicious, I could tell my cock was anticipating its chance to taste it even if my mouth couldn't.

To my surprise though, she pressed my cock down lower, towards the base of her tail. Again, I felt a minor pang of disappointment. It lasted the tiniest fraction of a second – exactly long enough to remember what it had felt like to fuck her ass earlier that day.

She was still slick from earlier that day, so entering her was easy. That lubricant of hers really stuck around, it seemed. Though that was a bad choice of words, I supposed.

I was inside of her in an instant, already thrusting against her jutting hips, plunging deep into her tailhole.

Her moans were loud and uninhibited. I could feel her dripping juices as they flowed around my cock. They mixed with the lube, letting me plunge and thrust even deeper and ever harder. I bit my lips. I bit her ankle. I even bent over as I pressed deep inside of her to bite her stiffly erect nipple. Her ass squeezed and pumped my member as I forced myself into her. She brought me to the edge of climax again and again, but I held back. I could tell by the yellow mare's screams that she wasn't holding back one bit. Her screams intensified again and again. Her face flushed in what I could only imagine was wave after wave of orgasm. Her juices squirted and splashed against my loins. They energized me more, made her ass slicker still. I thrust and pushed and rammed myself into her unbelievably tight tailhole.

I held back as long as I could, but her tightness was too much for me. I came, hard, inside of her ass. I could feel her hands brush my balls as I came. Apple Bloom was squeezing every last drop out of me. She moaned in deep satisfaction as I filled her for the second time that day. Her pussy winked in time with my spurting. Soon, every last drop was drained from me.

As I pulled out, my cum mixed with her juices in a delicious, sensual mixture. It looked tantalizing, and before I knew it my lips were on her thighs, kissing and licking and sucking each drop of the salty, slightly bitter mixture out of her fur.

I noisily, sloppily lapped at her pussy. She winked as my tongue circled and followed her folds. She tasted like salt and cinnamon and ripe apples. Her clit pressed against my tongue, hard like an oversized apple seed. I barely heard her moans as she laid back on the bed, thrusting her hips against my face as I cleaned her marehood with my thirsty tongue.

She was squeezing her breasts, panting and gasping as she began to come down. She placed her finger between her lower lips as she watched me clean her fur. She began gently caressing and stroking her folds, and I gave her finger a little lick. Her juices were flowing again, and I savored every drop. She came again at her own hand, gasping and moaning. I tried to assist her with my tongue, but she was already coming down. Her body was limp against the blankets, and her knees were resting on my shoulders. There was a grin plastered on Apple Bloom's face, breathless and as red as her ponytail.

At least, I'm pretty sure all that really happened. The dream that overtook me after she fell asleep in my arms was pretty vivid as well. I'm sure some of the details may have gotten confused between the two. I could distinctly remember that being the first of many times I fucked her that night. I could also remember a potion she had brought with her once I felt like I was all but spent. A sip of it, and I had felt all my energy returning, and my lust heightened even more than before. Whatever was in that potion, it had had one hell of a kick! And Apple Bloom had seemed to enjoy every second of my renewed vigor.

Or maybe that was a dream, too. Probably not. I could remember distinctly the feel of her mouth on mine, my cock in her mouth and her ass and even, on rare occasions, in her pussy. I did ask her at one point why she preferred anal so much. She had just shrugged, saying something about liking the feeling of being “full down there.” I didn't press the issue, nor did I complain.

That yellow mare from last night was now working her magic on my morning erection. Her lips danced and spun around my tip. She alternated sucking it gently, and flicking it with her tongue. Every once in a while, she'd run her warm, moist tongue down the length of my shaft. Her hand eventually joined in, pumping and stroking as she began to start working me in earnest.

I held my breath as I felt the warm sensation of her mouth surrounding my member. Slowly, tantalizingly, she took more and more of my cock into her mouth. I could feel my breath escaping through my teeth. She came closer and closer to swallowing me whole.

I felt her hand grip my balls gently. Her lips reached the base of my cock. It tried to twitch, but my member was held firmly in place by her inviting throat.

I bit my lip as she began to bob her head. The memories of the day before mixed and intermingled with the sensations coursing through my body now.

I looked down to see what she was doing to me, but the blankets obscured my view. I wanted to see her body again, her eyes as she concentrated on working my shaft.

With sweep of the arm, the sheets were gone. I was thrilled to see her face, her eyes looking up at me with lustful desire, her mouth locked around my cock. It reinforced the pleasurable sensations already running through me, made them all that much stronger.

I had a brief instant of clarity as I pictured what myself from five years ago might have said to this picture. If I had told pre-Contact me that, in a few short years, I’d find myself in bed with a colorful equine with her mouth around my cock, I would have probably carted future-me off to the loony bin. I chuckled, then the chuckle was cut short.

Apple Bloom forced her lips down around my cock again, and my breath caught in my throat. The world slipped away as she deep throated me once again. Somehow, defying all logic and sense of anatomy, she was swallowing me even deeper than before. I swear I could her lips sucking on my balls even with my cock in her mouth. And, was that her tongue teasing them from below?

I couldn't think about it long. I couldn't think about anything, as electricity ran through my body. I gripped the sheets, hearing myself let out a strangled cry of passion. My legs clamped themselves around Apple Bloom's body, trying to force her even further onto my erection. As if that was possible.

I let out another cry as I came, discovering that, yes, it was.

I barely felt her lips leave my cock. Barely felt the breeze of cool air that replaced the warm cavern of Apple Bloom's mouth. The world around me didn't exist. All that existed was the warm sensation running up and down my spine. That, and Apple Bloom's hand on my chest, stroking and fondling my pectoral muscles. She gave my nipple a tweak, and before I could protest the intrusion into my light and fluffy world, I felt her lips swallowing my member once again.

My legs were still around her shoulders again. My toes were curled, and I used my knees to guide her head onto my cock. Apple Bloom followed my lead, bobbing and sucking and swallowing my shaft.

The earlier tenderness was all but gone now, and I felt my earlier desire to take control returning. A part of me still held back, worried about hurting her, that I might cause her to gag. But Apple Bloom seemingly had no issue with that, her head going as deep as I would bring her. The mare seemed to have no gag reflex whatsoever. Did ponies even have a gag reflex? I couldn't remember that from my orientation briefings…

My musings were cut short by the feeling of a hand on my buttocks. It squeezed and caressed them. I found myself guiding Apple Bloom's mouth deeper and deeper in response to the touch.

She complied, a look of concentration and lust on her face. My cock disappeared inside her mouth again and again. Her hand became more bold, grasping and kneading in time to the bobbing of her head.

I had begun to writhe now. My legs drove her mouth around my cock which made her grab my ass which made my lift my hips which made my cock thrust into her mouth which made me pull her head back and begin again. Again and again, each cycle bringing her mouth deeper, her hand tighter, my hips higher.

I didn't even notice her finger pressing against my asshole at first. I was too into the sensation of her warm mouth around my hard erection. I didn't even feel her probing, teasing digit until as it probed and poked and stretched my ass. It wasn't until one of my downward thrusts brought my ass down on the sheets did I notice that she had pressed into me.

It was… unexpected, to be sure. Not entirely pleasant but not unpleasant, but it certainly broke my stride. I paused, mid-thrust, my hips off the bed by a good six inches.

I heard a muffled, questioning murmur from my crotch. I looked towards the source, and saw Apple Bloom’s eyes locked on mine. I saw in them the silent question, and I pondered a response.

Mentally, I shrugged. It had been a day (and a bit) of firsts, after all.

I nodded slightly, slowly bringing my hips back down to the bed and onto her finger.

As her finger forced its way into me, I felt a sudden need to start bucking against her mouth again. Lust radiated from where Apple Bloom was entering my all the way around my thighs to where her mouth was on my cock. She opened wide to receive me, and I thrust between her lips. As I bucked, I could feel her finger sliding back out of my hole. The sensation of it leaving was very odd. Good, but odd. I almost liked it more than the feeling of her entering.

I lowered myself again, eager to experience it again. Then, I bucked my hips again.

Apple Bloom applied herself to my cock with renewed fervor. My legs were no longer on her shoulders, instead my feet were pressing me off the bed and lowering me back down. Apple Bloom had regained the initiative. She sucked and licked my cock and played with my ass. I squirmed in response to the new sensations she was introducing my body to.

I slid out from under her and turned on my side. Not having to lift my ass off the bed for her to play with only made her teasing and probing more bold. I found myself enjoying it ever more. Pleasure filled my loins. They flowed up my spine, pooling behind my eyes. All I could see was red and white shapes. My ears were burning, as was my skin where Apple Bloom was touching me. The sounds out of my mouth were broken curses. I lost all ability to form coherent thoughts. All I knew was I wanted that mare's mouth on my cock and her finger in my ass and her skin against mine and oh god oh god oh god…

When I came, it was explosive. It felt like a bomb had gone off between my legs. I screamed. I howled. I bucked. I writhed. Pure ecstasy burned in every nerve ending in my body. I came and I came and I came into her mouth, spurting shot after shot of seed into the mare’s throat.

I felt the orgasm begin to ebb away. Apple Bloom's finger pressed against my insides, and I was over the edge again.

I tried to catch my breath. The coursing ocean of pleasure was slowly draining from my body. I saw the world come back into focus.

Apple Bloom’s head was resting on my chest. Her magnificent breasts were outlined by the light of the rising sun coming through the window as they spilled over my arm and onto the mattress. The smile on her face was content and serene. Only the tiniest drop of my cum was visible on her chin. She saw my eyes glance to it, and quickly wiped it off with the back of her hand. She then licked it, as if making sure she had swallowed every last drop.

Her ponytail lay between my legs, covering my slowly softening member, protecting it from the chill. Her other tail was resting against her thigh. The outline of it only served to highlight her own sex, glistening and wet.

Apple Bloom leaned forward. She cradled my head in her arms and kissed me deeply. In that moment, the world fell away. It was just the two of us, lip to lip, eye to eye. Everything was right with the world.

Everything was just perfect.