Blooming Desire

I'm on my back on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, arms folded behind my head. A smile crosses my lips.

Ah yes, that was the first time Apple Bloom and I had been together.

I hear a knock at the door, and I turn my head. I see it open – never bothered locking it, not in Ponyville – and a spunky young mare steps inside.

"Hiya, cowboy. Ready for another go-round?"

She's on top of me before I can even answer, kissing and caressing and stripping me out of my clothes before I can even say hello.

Yes, the first time was special. But Apple Bloom was the kind of mare who made every time feel like the first time.

And, even as I find myself staring at her pert and perky breasts once again, the feelings all come flooding back to me.

That was the first time. But it sure as hell wasn't the last.