Blooming Desire

I hung, half in, half out of the doorway to the bathroom. Apple Bloom was standing in front of the mirror, running her hand through her tangle and disheveled mane. Her back was turned to me. and she was naked, her tail swishing slowly back and forth between her perfectly toned legs. I tried very hard not to stare at her flank. Really, I did. I can be a gentleman, I promise!

Okay, yeah, I'm only human. Let's be real here.

And her ass really was the most spectacular one I’d ever seen in either world.

"Are you sure you have to leave so soon?" I tried not to sound petulant. The past twelve(-ish) hours had been truly amazing. Mind blowing, even.

But I knew that, once that mare walked out my door, the fantasy would be over.

She wasn't exactly girlfriend material, I figured. She liked to have her fun, and now she was done. I enjoyed it, don’t get me wrong. But I didn't delude myself into thinking it was anything more meaningful than a fun roll in the proverbial hay.

Proverbial hay being an important distinction, given that hay was often literally on the dinner menu here.

And, yeah, I was going to miss it. A lot.

I guess my voice must have betrayed more of what I was feeling than I had hoped. Apple Bloom turned from the mirror. Her eyes were full of sympathy, the corners of her mouth pulled down. It was almost enough to distract me from her breasts.

Did I mention I was only human? At least I didn't stare. Much.

She walked over to the doorway where I was standing. She wrapped me in her arms. Her fur felt nice against my bare skin. Then, she kissed me. It was a sweet, gentle kiss.

"Y'all are sweet. But you know I got to git. If'n I don't show up fer morning chores, AJ will tan my hide."

Her country twang always made me smile, and the sound of it brought me out of my funk.

Apple Bloom smiled back at me.

"See, t'ain't so bad. Y'all will see me on the farm. And if you think this is the last time you and I are gonna be buckin' all night 'till the cows come home, you got another thing comin'!"

That one really did make me smile. I must have looked like a grinning fool, but Apple Bloom didn't seem to mind. She kissed me again, and while I was already looking forward to doing this all again, I still didn't want this to end.

Apple Bloom broke the kiss reluctantly, and disengaged herself from my arms. One corner of the small bathroom was taken up by a shower stall, and Apple Bloom pushed the curtains aside. She turned on the faucet, and it wasn't long before the entire room was full of steam.

Apple Bloom turned to me as the water was heating up. She stretched her arms out and took my hands in hers. Gently, she pulled me towards the shower stall, and into another sweet kiss.

I savored every second of it. My eyes were closed as she pulled me under the water, the warm droplets running off my shoulders and down my chest.

I opened my eyes, saw the dancing of Apple Bloom's eyes as she returned my gaze. Water was running down her mane, causing it to cling to her neck and face.

I was staring again, I knew. I looked down, saw water pooling between Apple Bloom's breasts where they were pressed against my chest. I stifled a giggle at the sight; a miniature pool between our bodies.

The water drained with a splash as Apple Bloom reached for the soap. I watched, transfixed, as she worked the soap into her matted and dirty fur.

I was fascinated by the sight, never having thought about how different daily grooming must be for a being covered in fur.

I watched as she lathered up her arms, then her upper chest. As she began massaging her full, soaking breasts, I could feel a part of me stirring once again. Apparently, my cock, too, was only human.

I offered to take over for her. Which is to say, I shamelessly groped her breasts. She giggled, then threw her head and her hair back, thrusting her chest towards me. I took the bar of soap from her hand and rubbed it against her breasts. Her nipples responded to the slippery motion. They responded even more so to my playful fingers.

I only teased her breasts for a little while before returning to my cleanliness duties. I scrubbed under her breasts and down her abdomen. I was again amazed at how well defined her muscles were under her fur. Not unexpected for a mare raised on hard farm work, but still a far cry from the girly girls I was used to being idolized where I was from. She was a creature of contrasts, hard and soft at the same time, in delightful, irresistible ways.

As I massaged the soap around her waist and into her flank, I saw her reach for the bottle of shampoo I kept on the shelf. The bottle was an Earth import – Mane and Tail, of course. I may try from time to time to resist a terrible pun, but, as I said, I'm only human.

If Apple Bloom saw the label, she gave no comment. Instead, she squeezed out a generous amount and began working it – and here I had to stifle a giggle – into her mane and tail.

I was crouching now, level with her hips. I continued to wash her fur, and was working on her thighs now. She parted her legs slightly, to allow me to encircle her finely-toned legs with my scrubbing hands. In doing so, her marehood opened a little to me. It was directly in my line of sight, and I could feel myself stirring again at the sight.

I ignored the rush of desire for now, and moved down to her hooves. I scoured them as best I could, though the soap was ill-suited to their rough texture. Apple Bloom was in the middle of rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. As I looked up I, was treated to a lovely view of her marehood and breasts from below. The erection that was threatening to form came to fruition at the sight, but Apple Bloom was too busy squeezing the shampoo from her long hair to notice.

I stood up and placed my hands on her waist. Gently, I turned her around, so her back was facing me. I began to scrub her back, working my hands into her fur in slow, sensual motions. If Apple Bloom had been unaware of my arousal before, she certainly couldn't have missed the way I was prodding her. And she didn't seem to mind either.

moved my hands in slow circles, lower and lower, until I reached her cheeks. I gave both a firm squeeze – well, I gave one a squeeze, and the other more of a pinch, since I was still holding the soap – before continuing to clean her hindquarters.

Once I was satisfied they were clean enough, I placed the bar of soap back on the shelf. I gave her ass another squeeze, this time with both hands. Apple Bloom let out something between a moan and a giggle. I began to maneuver her into place against my erection, But Apple Bloom again pressed a hand against my chest and backed me away. That mare never gave up the reins for anypony, did she?

Did I just say anypony? I really have lived here too long, I've started to go native!

Apple Bloom planted a kiss on my lips. The water fell around us like rain, down my cheeks and into my mouth as she kissed me with open lips.

My hands were on her breasts again, squeezing and playing with them. Apple Bloom broke off the kiss, reaching for the bar of soap I had just put away.

She worked up a lather between her hands, then began to run her hands all over my body.

She didn't take nearly as long as I had. My mostly hairless body needed much less effort to clean, it seemed. Or maybe she was getting as turned on as I was and didn't want to put it off any longer than she had to. It was hard to tell.

She turned me around after lathering and scrubbing my chest, working her fingers into the muscles my back. I melted at her touch. I felt any tension I still held slip away. Even my erection subsided as the water and her hands soothed and relaxed me.

Her hands moved to my ass with little ceremony. There was no squeezing on her behalf, only quick cleaning motions that moved down my thighs and to my legs. She finished with my feet, giggling as she worked her fingers between my toes. Feet are apparently hilarious to ponies. Little fingers on the ends of our hooves, how silly is that?

Apple Bloom straightened, and I felt her warm hands cupping my now nearly soft member.

It didn't stay soft for long. I looked over my shoulder to where Apple Bloom was standing behind me. I planted a kiss on her lips as she continued to stroke my cock. Her hair stuck to my skin and tickled my nose. One hand began to caress my newly-cleaned chest, while the other continued to pump my cock until I was nice and hard once again.

She lead me with her kiss to turn around. Releasing my mouth, she slowly dropped to her knees and kissed my now-hard cock. Water streamed from the shower head in rivulets down my chest, falling onto Apple Bloom's head like little waterfalls. Disregarding the falling water, she took my cock into her mouth. I felt my legs begin to give out as she deep throated me quickly and without buildup. The teasing Apple Bloom was gone, not that I minded much. I had to place both hands on the wall behind me in fear of falling over.

Apple Bloom's ministrations with her mouth were subdued, though. Neither of us had much energy left in us, and the hot shower had taken what little we did have and replaced it with warm contentment.

Apple Bloom reached through the shower curtain. She had arranged a few of her belongings on the rim of the sink. She hadn't brought much – a few vials of her potions, a tooth brush, a thick-toothed comb for her mane, and a few other sundries.

I’m not entirely sure where she had stored them all in what few clothes she was wearing, but I tried not to dwell on that.

When she pulled her hand back, she was clutching a small vial. I had become very familiar with that particular potion by now, and watched as she poured a small amount into her cupped hand.

She rubbed the lubricant into my cock and around her tailhole. I stroked myself as I watched her finger her ass to make sure the lubricant was enough to counteract the effect of the moisture of the shower. It went in smoothly, Apple Bloom nice and stretched still from the night before.

Her tail raised high, she placed one hand on either side of the wall opposite me, and maneuvered her ass against my shaft. I held my cock in place against her tailhole, and she pressed her ass against my hips. And then, I was inside of her.

She let out a feeble gasp, barely a whisper, as her hole tightened around my cock.

The sloshing, dripping water was distracting, getting in my eyes and mouth as our bodies shifted against one another. But the warmth of the shower was far preferable to the cold air outside, so I put up with the minor annoyance as I grabbed her by the waist and gently pulled her closer.

Apple Bloom sucked in a breath each time I pressed my cock into her. Her tail was soaking wet, hanging nearly vertically between us, brushing against my cock whenever I pulled out. I lifted it out of the way, slipping it over my wrist, then continued to fuck the yellow mare.

I could feel the passion from before coming back to me. She was pressed against the wall, each thrust eliciting a gentle moan from the young pony. I saw her move one hand where it was propping her against the wall to reach between her legs..

I wanted nothing more than to see Apple Bloom climax one last time before she had to leave. I redoubled my efforts, squeezing her breasts and offering a hand to help her play with her delicious marehood. I fucked her hard. I pinched her nipples. She flicked and stroked her clit as I thrusted into her. By now we had gotten to know each other’s rhythms well, and it wasn't long before Apple Bloom was close to orgasm. With a thrust and a pinch, I did what I knew would push her over the edge.

When she did climax, it was with a choked gurgle rather than an animal cry. Her cheeks and neck blushed bright red, and her body tensed as she came. Then she went limp. She looked back at me, face completely flushed, eyes half closed and breath short. Her mane clung to her face, her lips half open as if frozen mid-moan. In that moment, she was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life. I came almost immediately after that.

Where the previous orgasms had been explosions and fire, this one was a warm blanket. No less pleasurable, but much more comforting and drawn out. I shot what little cum was left in me into her ass. Then I wrapped my arms around her chest.

I held her there for a few magical, tender moments. My cock was still inside her ass, her tail still dangling from my wrist. I held her tight, felt her heartbeat and her breathing return to normal, felt the the water began to turn cold.

We shared a long, tender kiss, and began to disentangle ourselves.

Each of us cleaned the result of the final session individually. The water was almost ice cold by the time we were finished.

We didn't exchange many words as we toweled off and got dressed. The silence was comforting. Apple Bloom had a way of setting me at ease with a gentle smile and a soft touch.

And then, all too soon, she was standing at the front door. Her hand on the handle. My arms were wrapped around her waist. We kissed each other, one last time.

And then she was gone.