Sex Ed: Pony Style
Homework 3: Perform Oral Sex
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Squick warning: This chapter includes cousin-cousin incest, a little musk, and pressuring a gay stallion into receiving hetero oral.
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Homework 3: Perform Oral Sex
As soon as Apple Bloom got back home, she knew it had been a mistake to go straight there without getting her homework done first.
“Whoo-wee, I sure am glad you're home!” Applejack said the moment Apple Bloom stepped through the gate. She swiped the sweat out of her forelock. “The water pipe's busted, so we've got nothin' at all for the orchard, and the ponies fixin' it say that it's gonna take at least four days. With how warm it's been, our trees are gonna shrivel up to nothin' if we don't get 'em watered, so grab a bucket!”
“Aw, Applejack, I've got homework to do!”
Applejack shook her head and tossed a bucket over. “Your homework can wait, missy. But these trees can't. If we don't get 'em watered, we might lose the whole crop! I'm sorry, but... What's worse, gettin' a bad grade on some homework, or losin' a whole year's worth of work on the farm?”
“But can't Big Mac help instead? I bet he could carry a dozen buckets.”
“Oh, he's helpin', and so is your cousin Braeburn – even though he was just here to pick up some saplings, he'd never leave us high and dry like that. Even so, it's gonna be hard to get enough done, so we need all the help we can get.”
Groaning, Apple Bloom picked up her bucket.
Applejack grabbed another empty bucket for herself, then trotted off toward the swimming hole. Apple Bloom had no choice but to follow her. How was she ever going to get her homework done now?
* * *
It was well past dark when Apple Bloom finally dragged herself into the family's barn. She was sore and dirty, and her fur was soggy – either from sweat or from pond water sloshing out of what felt like a hundred million buckets.
Applejack was still out there, watering in the dark. Nopony could get through to her when she got in a working mood like that, and she insisted that it was better to water at night anyway. Something about evaporation and sunlight and science. But at least she'd let everypony else go home and get some rest.
All Apple Bloom wanted was to get a shower and get to bed. She hadn't forgotten about her homework, but it didn't seem terribly important right now. She was just so tired. She stumbled into the bathroom, shut the door behind her, and turned on the shower spigot – it always took a minute for the water to get hot, and she wanted it as hot as could be by the time she stepped in.
But the pipes just made a strange, hollow groaning sound. A few drops came from the shower head and splattered on the tub, then nothing.
Apple Bloom sighed and smacked herself on the forehead. Of course. The water was out, so nopony would be getting any showers today, or for the next three or four days, if those ponies fixing the pipes were right about how long it would take. She'd been so stupid to look forward to the relaxing hot water; all she'd ended up doing was teasing herself. Could this day get any worse?
Shaking her head, she left the bathroom and went down the hall to her own bedroom. After half a week of hard work and no showers, her sheets were definitely going to need washing, but who cared? All she wanted now was a good night's rest. Maybe she could get her homework done early in the morning before school.
When she opened her door, she found Braeburn busily setting up a makeshift mattress on the floor. He looked up from unfolding a spare bedsheet. “Howdy, Apple Bloom. I guess I'm gonna be your roommate for the next few days. Granny said that the couch wasn't good enough if I'm stayin' until the water's back, so she sent me up here: since your bed's the smallest, this is where there's the most extra room. Plus she doesn't trust me around Big Mac ... you know how she gets.”
Great. Just great. Of course the day still found a way to get worse. She hoped Braeburn didn't snore. If he did, and she couldn't get a good night's sleep, then there was no way she'd wake up early enough to get her homework done in the morning.
Wait... She looked at Braeburn, and the apple-shaped gears in her head started turning. Sure, Braeburn was as gay as could be, but he was a stallion ... a fairly handsome stallion, even when he was dirty from a hard day's work in the orchard. No, especially when he was dirty from a hard day's work in the orchard.
She smiled at him. “Oh, I don't mind. Maybe you can even help me with my homework.”
“I don't know...” He took his hat off, shook the dust from it, and set it on her dresser next to his temporary bed. “I never was much for book-learnin', and I'm awful tired. Keepin' up with your brother ain't easy.”
“Don't worry, all you have to do is lay back and enjoy it.”
He paused, halfway through taking his vest off. “Huh? What kind of homework is that?”
“No,” Apple Bloom said softly. “Leave the vest on.”
“What the hay is goin' on here, Cousin?” Despite the strange look he was giving her, he did as she said and kept his vest on.
“It's my Sex Ed homework. I'm supposed to do oral on somepony outside of the class.”
Braeburn snorted. “Come on, Apple Bloom. I know you're just a filly and all, so maybe you don't understand everything, but you should know me well enough to know that I don't like mares – stallions are my type.”
“Oh, come on...” Instead of giving in to her sudden urge to add 'my face' to her unintentional pun, she forced herself to look up at him with her best sad-puppy-dog eyes. “I don't want to be the only filly who gets a bad grade in Sex Ed, can you imagine how embarrassing that would be? And it's just a blowjob – you can close your eyes and pretend I'm a colt.”
“It's not the same!”
“It's close enough, ain't it? And you've got to help! I'm really in a bind now, and you're the only stallion who can help me.”
Braeburn glanced around worriedly, probably looking for some way out of it. “Not the only stallion... There's Big Mac – at least he likes mares.”
“Ew, no! I can't do that with him, he's my brother!” Apple Bloom stuck her tongue out.
“Well, I'm your cousin, for pony's sake. That ain't much better.”
“It's a little better! And ... I didn't grow up seeing you at the breakfast table every day, so it doesn't feel as gross.”
He shook his head. “Still feels gross to me. I don't want to mess around with fillies any more than you do.”
Apple Bloom grinned. “Actually, I'm kinda lookin' forward to that lesson.”
“Well good for you,” Braeburn deadpanned. He gave her another dirty look. “But that don't change me, and I am not interested, understand?”
Apple Boom came closer, looking up at him desperately. “Please please please... You've got to help, you've just got to! If I don't get my homework done, I'm gonna fail the class. Everypony's gonna think I'm bad at sex, and then I'm never gonna get a special somepony! I'm gonna be lonely forever!”
“Okay, okay! Just keep it down. The last thing we need is for your brother to hear.”
Her face lit up. “So you'll do it?”
He sighed long and hard, hanging his head low and looking around as if in one last desolate attempt to find some way out of it, as if he might spot some other, more suitable stallion hiding under the bed or behind her wardrobe. Minutes of silence passed before he finally acquiesced. “You can't tell anypony about this, you hear? Applejack'll have my hide for a hat if she finds out ... and besides, I've got a reputation to keep up. If mares start thinkin' I'm available, I'll never get a moment's peace from 'em. I'm already gettin' harassed by horny fillies on a daily basis, ever since I got off the train.”
Apple Bloom darted over and wrapped her hooves around his neck. “You'll do it? Thank you so much! And I wouldn’t blame those mares one bit – you're a hunk!”
“Not a word. Promise me.” Squeezing a hoof between them, he pried Apple Bloom off of himself.
“In order to get a passin' grade, I've got to tell my teacher what I did...”
“Well, then at least don't tell anypony who you done it with. Tell 'em it was some mysterious stallion who snuck in through your window at night if you have to. Promise me.”
Apple Bloom nodded and went through the sacred motions. “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”
Braeburn blinked at her. “Stick a what where now? Things sure must've changed since my sex-ed class. Didn't have anything like that in mine.”
“I'm makin' you a Pinkie promise – pretty much the most serious promise anypony can ever make.”
His eyebrow quirked upward. “Didn't look too serious.”
“Just ask anypony in Ponyville. Nopony here would ever dare to break a Pinkie promise. Somehow, Pinkie always knows.”
“Wait, Pinkie as in Pinkie Pie? I met her once, in Appleloosa.” Braeburn thought for a moment, then nodded. “If that pony is holding you to it, I'd trust your promise for a hundred years.”
“Yes!” Apple Bloom jumped and spun. “I'm gonna get my homework done after all!”
“Yeah, I reckon so.” Braeburn sighed. “Let's get this over with.” He sat down on the edge of Apple Bloom's bed and spread his legs out, pointedly looking away from her.
...Which was just as well, because Apple Bloom frowned quite off-puttingly. She whispered a “That's the spirit,” under her breath. But her expression softened when she took a gander at what Braeburn had just put on display. His vest framed the trim yellow curve of his belly down to his slightly-darker-colored sheath. It was a cute sheath ... rounder than some and not showing even a hint of anything poking out yet. Below that, his two plump and smooth-skinned balls rested on the bed sheets, which pressed them up toward her just little. Despite how long her day had been, her tail rose a little at the sight of him.
She came a little closer, approaching gingerly, as if she might scare him off if she moved too fast. Braeburn did shift back and forth uncomfortably, and he still wouldn't look directly at her, but he didn't make any move to stop her when she came all the way up to the bed.
A strange reluctance weighed down her limbs. Something inside stopped her from reaching out to touch him; she paused there, between his outstretched legs, for a long moment. “Um, Braeburn ... are you really okay with this?”
Then he did look down at her. The grimace on his face slowly softened into a begrudging smile. “Well, it ain't what I like, that's true. But I can see clear enough you're in a bind, and I'll always help out any kin of mine who needs it. If it's for my cousin, I can close my eyes and pretend it's somepony else.” He ran a hoof through her mane. “Go ahead and do it.”
If it had been his words alone, Apple Bloom wouldn’t be sure, she would still be wondering if he was really okay with it. But that was just her mind. His touch on her mane sent a different message, one that flowed through her body, and it was her body that had been holding her back in the first place. At some deep, instinctive level, she now knew that it was okay to touch him back ... along with everything that touch would lead to.
She stood up on her hind hooves and rested her front hooves on his thighs. He looked away again, but that didn't matter. The invisible barrier that stopped her from touching him was gone now. His thighs were firm and warm; the soft fur felt nice on her hooves.
And there was his ... everything. Right there in front of her face. This close up, his balls looked huge, and his sheath was so wide. Apple Bloom's inexperience weighed heavily on her for a moment – she had never done this before, and Braeburn's private parts were starting to look pretty intimidating. Where would she even start? But then she remembered Princess Cadance's demonstration... 'Just like for mares, it's best to start slow and teasingly, bringing your lover to full arousal.'
Starting slowly sounded good right now. She leaned in and nuzzled his thigh, sliding across almost into his crotch, but then instead going around and up his belly.
She could feel his thighs tense up as her face touched him, but then they relaxed more than before. Breathing deep as she caressed his underbelly with her nose, she went downward again, this time brushing along the side of his sheath and going lower still, almost pressing her muzzle into the gap between his balls and his leg.
The smell of hard-working stallion had been easy enough to shrug off before, but now it was rank. Braeburn had been working hard all day in the sun, of course, and he hadn't been able to get a shower any more than she had. She should have been disgusted, but... But for some reason, she loved it. She was eating it up, taking deep whiffs of the dried sweat around his balls. What was going on? Princess Cadance hadn't said anything about this! But she didn't want it to stop, oh no. Her tail was flagging high now, her pussy tingling. She breathed in deep.
She was disgusted with herself, but she couldn't stop. Why should the smell of dried-up sweat be something she liked so much? She rubbed her face all over the proud curves of his balls, feeling their soft skin and their warm weight against her cheeks and against her lips.
Princess Cadance had said that she should pretend to want a stallion's cum ... but at this point, she didn't have to pretend at all. Something about that smell made her mouth water for the fullness of his balls, made her want nothing more than to have him empty them onto her, into her, wherever he wanted. She thought about watching Featherweight's spurts of cum jetting into Princess Cadance's mouth during her demonstration. How much thicker would Braeburn's streams of cum be than puny little Featherweight's? Her mind raced with visions of powerful white pulses gushing into her ... and it was all right there in front of her, waiting for her to coax it from those ripe, juicy balls right under her nose. Inhaling another deep breath of their raunchy aroma, she stuck out her tongue and slid it lazily up the cleft between the two warm, round miracles.
Braeburn's balls clenched and tightened as he groaned under his breath. His sheath bulged, and the domed head of his cock peeked out.
The sight of even that little bit set off fireworks in Apple Bloom's head. What was wrong with her? She'd never felt like this before, not for any stallion. Planting kisses and running her tongue across the glorious full curves of his balls, she breathed deeply again. And then she didn't care about what was wrong with her, she just wanted more. She wanted the hot white treasure he was hiding inside, she wanted it to be inside her instead!
Her face was buried in his crotch, her increasingly desperate tongue found every inch of his smooth balls, she couldn't get enough of the firm weight inside, of the perfect feeling of their roundness. She wished she could open her mouth wide enough to take even one of them inside. Goddess, that smell! She wanted to get his essence inside her, any way she could!
Something fleshy bopped her in the forehead. Startled, she looked up from his balls to find that his emerging cock had sagged down as it slipped from his sheath. The tip of it was pointed right at her, staring her eye-to-eye. Without thinking, without the slightest hesitation, she opened her mouth and took the still-soft head of her cousin's cock into her mouth.
It was covered in the salty tang of sweat, but she wrapped her lips around more of it anyway. She slid her tongue back and forth over the hole at the tip and wondered what cum would taste like.
With a warm surge, Braeburn's cock grew bigger and firmer. It expanded inside Apple Bloom's mouth, and she let it. Feeling it fill her mouth up made her pussy burn for him. She was winking uncontrollably now, her thighs getting soaked. With one hoof, she felt up Braeburn's balls, with the other she began caressing the length of his shaft she couldn't fit inside.
His cock grew again, swelling to its full size and forcing Apple Bloom to lean backward in order to keep the tip of it in her mouth. It wasn't all the way hard yet, or all the way up, but it was big, way bigger than any of the colts she'd seen so far.
She wanted it deeper – more than anything, she wanted it inside her ... but it was so big! If she wanted to take him any further, she realized, she'd have to do it before he got all the way hard. She had to do it while his cock was still a little bit soft and flexible.
After one deep breath, Apple Bloom pressed herself forward and began swallowing desperately. His swelling head touched the back of her throat, then was pulled inside. She almost gagged right then and there, but she forced herself not to, she forced herself to take more and more. Braeburn grunted and laid a hoof on the pink bow behind her head. She shuddered and her pussy winked at the encouragement – she swallowed more of his sweat-salty length, desperate to get it down even as it swelled thicker.
The medial ring passed her lips, bumped over her tongue. When it filled the back of her throat, she couldn't stop herself from gagging and coughing. But she wanted it so much! She wanted him inside her. So even as she sputtered up strands of gooey spit, she pressed herself down on him more and more. And then her nose pressed against the soft folds of his sheath. What little breath she could get was saturated with his muggy, hypnotic scent.
She was dizzy with the smell of him, or maybe the lack of air, but the dizziness mixed with erotic pleasure. The warm, thick roundness of his cock pressed deep into her throat. The heat of it and the glorious fullness pressing back against her more than made up for the ache and discomfort even as she retched around his shaft. Her hooves hugged his ballsack as if she could feel the precious warm cum inside.
When another surge of Braeburn's cock brought him to full hardness, though, it was more than even her pheromone-addled lust could take. The pressure was too much. It hurt. She was going to throw up.
She yanked herself back off of him, feeling the supple skin of his cock slide against her throat as it pulled out. As soon as the tip popped free from her lips, she dropped down to the floor, panting, coughing, and drooling.
Braeburn opened his eyes and looked down at her. “Are ... are you okay, Apple Bloom?”
That drew her eyes back to him. Her desperate breaths calmed as she looked up. Her eyes were drawn back again and again to his cock, the proud length of it standing straight up and glistening with her spit as it dripped down onto his bulging balls below. Rising as if in a trance, she came back to him, looked him deep in the eyes, and planted a deep, wet kiss on the front of his cock, just below the medial ring.
He cringed at the sight and looked away again.
But that was okay. Apple Bloom already had what she wanted more than anything now. Without taking her lips off his shaft, she slid her way upward, climbing up the bed, then on top of his legs in order to reach the very tip.
She took it into her mouth again, but she couldn't get very much. It was wide and hard now, with a flattened front edge and a little bit of a flare around it. And her angle was all wrong – she'd have to be floating in mid-air to be able to slide him into her throat again ... if she even could. His cock was stiff and unforgiving now, with none of the squishiness that had helped her squeeze him down the first time.
So, as much as she craved feeling that gently curving shaft inside her again, she let the tip slip out of her mouth again and instead began licking and slurping all over the upper parts of it. With her front hooves she stroked up and down his length, squeezing him gently with the soft fur of her fetlocks. She held his hot, precious cock against her chest and belly as she lavished it with all that she had ... and she let her rump settle down on his thigh, pressing his warm muscle against the heat and wetness under her tail. She rubbed her soft pussy lips desperately against his slickening fur.
Braeburn twitched and squirmed at the feeling of a filly's wetness soaking into his coat, but Apple Bloom didn't let him move away. She needed this.
And Braeburn's struggle was only half-hearted anyway. He was breathing heavily now, rocking his hips to thrust up toward his little cousin's mouth as she excitedly lapped her tongue all over the tip of his cock. Apple Bloom pressed her lips against his heat and moaned as she saw his flare begin to swell wide. All she wanted and all she could think about was getting that glorious flare inside her pussy, feeling his hot length pulse inside her, her little womb swelling full and sticky-white. But she had to make do with his thigh rubbing against her winking pussy lips. There was no way she could position herself and slide him inside before—
“Oh! Oh yes!” Braeburn grunted and grabbed Apple Bloom's head. Her eyes went wide, and she squealed as he forced her down on himself, as his broad, flaring tip impossibly squeezed between her lips and filled up her entire mouth. But the vibration from her squealing only drove him closer to the edge. “Yes! Yes! I'm gonna, I'm gonna— Unh!” Hot, thick goop flooded the back of Applebloom's mouth. “Oh Big Mac! Big Mac! Yes!”
Braeburn's trembling hooves held Apple Bloom firmly in place as thick streams of his cum jetted into the back of her mouth. She could feel the pressure of them spraying against her inside, and she could feel the sloshing, creamy mass of it quickly flooding her tongue. The unyielding breadth of his flared tip plugged her mouth completely and jammed her jaw open so wide it ached. Even though she swallowed desperately, she couldn't get the sticky cum down fast enough to keep up with him. Her mouth filled and her cheeks swelled.
Finally overcome by the pressure, splatters of cum burst out between Braeburn's throbbing cock and her lips. A lot of it dribbled down the sides of his cock, some of it landed on her belly, and some of it even flung up into her face, over her eyes and cheeks.
Despite everything, despite all the discomfort, Apple Bloom's hips rocked frantically against her older cousin's thigh. She was finally getting it! She cum she'd been craving since she first got a good nose-full of his scent was finally flowing into her, filling her. She felt a deep ache for it, a desperate need for it to be in her pussy instead, but this was almost as good, almost enough.
But it wasn't enough. Just as she felt the heat between her legs begin to build into a crescendo, Braeburn's throbs began to slow. His cock softened and wilted, dribbling a few last glops of syrupy-white cum on her lips as his flared head popped free. Braeburn lifted her up off of his leg and set her down next to him on the bed before she could orgasm. “That was ... really good, Cousin. For a mare, I mean. But, um... Could we just pretend I didn't shout out anypony's name? It, uh, didn't mean nothin'. Nothin' at all.”
Apple Bloom couldn’t care less about what Braeburn wanted with Big Mac, though. “Braeburn, I need it! Please!” She stood on the bed and raised her rump at him, flipping her soggy tail over her back and winking wildly at him. There was only one thing she cared about right now: the climax she'd almost gotten to. Over the curve of her little filly ass, she pleaded with him, “Just this once, oh please I need it so much!”
Braeburn scooched away and made a face.
But Apple Bloom followed him, pressing her hot pink wetness closer and closer. If she could just...
“No, Apple Bloom!” Braeburn got up off the bed, his still-wet cock retreating up into his sheath. “I've already done a heck of a lot more than I'm comfortable with, and that's plenty enough for your homework.”
Apple Bloom hopped off the bed and stood in front of him, presenting herself again. “Please, Braeburn! I feel like I'm gonna shrivel up inside if I don't get—”
“No means no, Apple Bloom.” He lifted her up with one powerful hoof and set her back down on her own bed. “I promise you'll be okay once you calm down a little bit. You can clop yourself off if you want, I don't mind, but ain't nothin' more gonna happen between us, you hear?”
Still winking furiously under her tail, Apple Bloom whimpered, but she did lie down on her bed and pull a blanket over herself.
Braeburn nodded. “There you go. Goodnight, Cousin.”
“Goodnight, Cousin,” Apple Bloom said back, already beginning to touch herself as Braeburn went over to turn off the lights.
“And I meant that about it bein' good, by the way.” Rustling came from the dark as Braeburn settled himself into his makeshift bed on the floor. “That was near as good as I've ever gotten from any colt ... you're gonna make some stallion very happy some day.” There was a tense pause. “And please please please don't tell Big Mac. It was just a harmless fantasy, only in my head. It don't mean nothin', right?”
Apple Bloom didn't reply. She was busily – though quietly – hoofing herself beneath the sheets. But as much as she rubbed her slick entrance, as much as she wiggled her clit, it just couldn't compare to the feeling of being filled by a stallion, it couldn't bring back more of that intoxicating scent than what still lingered in the room.
She slept fitfully that night, between bouts of tossing and turning, fidgeting her hooves, and eventually giving in and trying to get herself off again, always ending in failure. She was just too tired to get there. To make matters worse, Braeburn went to sleep quickly and deeply – none of her squirming and sighing ever woke him – and he did snore, thunderously.
With little sleep and no relief from the fire burning inside her, she knew that her next day in sex-ed class was going to be tough to get through ... but maybe there she could finally find a colt willing to give her what she needed.
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