“So, we can strike professional bowlers off of our list,” remarked Sweetie Belle.
“I don’t know, I think it was going pretty well until that ricochet popped Apple Bloom in the face,” said Scootaloo, “By the way, how’re you holding up?” she asked the third member of their group, who was holding an ice pack to her mouth.
“Jusht a chipped toof, I shink” she replied, the injury giving her a noticeable lisp “Noshin’ Zhecora can’t fixh.”
“Zecora?” asked Sweetie Belle, “Why don’t you just go to Dr. Colgate?”
“Caush she’ll tell AJ, an’ then AJ’ll tell ush that we gotta schtop doin’ our Crushadin’ an’ we’ll never find our talentsh!!!” whined Apple Bloom
“Well, maybe your talent is having a huge pair of knockers,” joked Scootaloo. Sweetie gasped and blushed, and elbowed her in the ribs. “I-it’s true,” insisted Scootaloo, getting her wind back, “look at Applejack, Babs, and just about every family picture you own! Meanwhile, me and Sweetie Belle will be as flat as a pair of surfboards for life!” Sweetie Belle blushed again, but gave a reluctant nod in agreement.
“Shanks fer tryin’, Schtoolaloo, but I’m eighteen and I got noshin’, it’sh pretty clear this ship’sh shailed. I’ll shee you guysh tomorrow”
Apple Bloom tapped on the door to Zecora’s hut, causing it to slowly swing open on its hinges. “Hello? Zhecora?” From inside the house Zecora replied,
“Is that you, Apple Bloom? I’m busy in the other room. I’ll be with you as soon as I’m able, please don’t touch anything on the table.” Apple Bloom scoffed at that, she knew her way around potions. Examining the various cups and beakers on the table, one small test tube of blue liquid caught her eye, it was labelled “Prototype A37G5, makes one’s talent come alive.”
“She’ll hafta test it on someone eventually,” Apple Bloom rationalized, “one l’il taste.” She brought the test tube to her mouth, and tipped it back just the slightest bit. At that moment, Zecora called out,
“I surmised from the way you spoke, that you’ve come to me for a tooth you broke.” Startled, Apple Bloom’s head jerked back, and before could stop herself, she ingested and swallowed the entire contents. Fortunately, it had an inoffensive taste like a flat soda, so Apple Bloom was able to quickly regain her composure and tuck the empty vial in her back pocket just as Zecora entered.
“Er, yeah, Zhecora, that’sh exshactly right!” Zecora smiled and gave Apple Bloom a steaming beverage in a cup.
“This will fix your tooth and relieve your pain, see to it that you don’t get injured again.” Apple Bloom compliantly chugged down the warm tea, and in an instant, she felt her tooth re-forming, and her ache disappearing.
“Gee thanks Zecora!” she said in her normal voice, reaching behind her back to be sure the incriminating vial was tucked away. She felt terrible about stealing from Zecora and covering it up, but she promised herself she’d make it right later. For now, she knew she’d be in even more trouble if she wasn’t home in time to finish her chores before dinner.
“Applejack, why ain’t I got big boobs like all th’ other women the family?” It was after dinner, and the Apple sisters were getting ready for bed
“Why? Was one’a the kids in yer class teasin’ you?”
“No… just feels unfair, why can’t I be hot like everyone else?”
Applejack put her hands on her sister’s shoulders, “Apple Bloom, you’re a beautiful young woman, and yer perfect just th’ way you are. B’sides, if you were just like everyone else, ya wouldn’t be my special little sister.” She kissed Apple Bloom on the forehead. “Now brush yer teeth an’ get a good night’s sleep." Apple Bloom smiled. She was still feeling down, but Applejack’s warm words did help a little.
The rooster crow woke her up early next morning. She looked down at her chest in vain hopes that somehow for some reason, she’d gotten bigger overnight. Of course that hadn’t happened. She sighed, and rolled out of bed, tossing her nightshirt and reaching for a bra. It was then she noticed the tissue box on her dresser. Pensively, she pulled out a tissue and crumpled it into a ball. She stuffed the wadded tissue under her bra. She took another and stuffed it under the other cup. After about half a box’s worth of stuffing, she’d made what would look like a pair of C-cups under her shirt. She threw on the rest of her clothes, left the farmhouse and skipped all the way to the treehouse where she had planned to meet her friends.
“Hey girls,” said Apple Bloom, casually pushing out her chest.
“Ah, finally!” exclaimed Sweetie Belle.
“Huh?” That wasn’t the reaction she’d expected, “I know I was a li’l slow gettin’ ready this mornin’ but I ain’t that late.”
“Not that,” said Scootaloo, “We’ve been…”
“We’ve been keeping a secret from you for a few years,” continued Sweetie Belle, “b-but don’t be mad! We thought it’d make you feel bad if you knew”
“Sure, I won’t be mad, what’s th’ secret?” Her two friends looked at each other and nodded. To Apple Bloom’s shock, they removed their shirts, revealing they both had medical tape tightly wound around their chests. Apple Bloom gazed in awe as they began unwrapping the bandages, freeing their voluptuous breasts from their confines. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were both D-cups at least, and while Apple Bloom thought she was supposed to be resentful, the truth was, she was feeling kind of turned-on.
“Wanna touch them?” asked Sweetie Belle with a giggle, leaning in towards Apple Bloom. Breathing heavily, Apple Bloom put one hand to Sweetie’s pale white breast, and pressed the other against Sccotaloo’s tan tit. They gave easily under her hands, and just touching them felt good, really good. She squeezed down harder, and to her surprise, it was herself, not her friends, that began sighing heavily. She didn’t know what was going on, but she wanted more, so she leaned in to Scootaloo’s luscious red lips, and just as she was about to kiss her new lover… she heard the sound of the rooster crow.
Apple Bloom sat up in bed, sweaty and slightly damp in her panties. That may have been a dream, but she was in fact groping a pair of bowling ball-sized tits - her own! Her mind shifted to the stolen test tube in the corner of the room, specifically the word Talent, as Scootaloo’s remark echoed in her head, “maybe your talent is to have a pair of huge knockers!”
“...so it must’ve been blue ‘cause it was made from extract of Poison Joke.”
She made a mental note of that for later, but for now, her mind was focused on her new boobs. Huge they were, and so fun to play with, too. She lifted them with her hands, each one much too big to fit completely in her palm, obviously. Her nipples were sticking out of her overstrained night shirt, making her realize she didn’t even know what they looked like yet. Stripping off her shirt, she hefted herself out of bed and made her way over to the mirror. They were every bit as perfect as she’d pictured; soft to the touch yet firm, reaching down past her ribcage but still appealingly perky, and topped off with hard nipples the size of silver dollars. She sighed out in pleasure as she delighted in squeezing them all over, her initial reaction of disbelief and shock quickly turning into arousal. She was so wrapped up that she failed to notice Applejack banging on her door.
“Apple Bloom, up an’ at’em!” she said impatiently as she barged through the door, “How come yer takin’ so long to ge-e-e-e-e- whoa!” gasped Applejack, gawking at her sister’s sudden development.” She shook her head to clear her thoughts, “what in tarnation have you done?”
“I dunno, I just woke up this mornin’ and there they were! I must’ve finally gotten mah growth spurt!” she lied. “I’m gonna go show Sweetie Belle an’ Scootaloo!” she said, making her way to the door.
“You’ll do no such thang!” replied Applejack. She pulled Apple Bloom back into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her, “you were messin’ with Twilight’s spellbooks or Zecora’s potions, weren’t ya? I’ve told ya time and time again not to touch things ya don’t understand, why can’t ya just do as yer big sister says?” Apple Bloom interrupted her with a moaning noise. At that moment, Applejack realized that in leaning in close to lecture her sister, she’d been pressing her DD-cup breasts against Apple Bloom’s off-the-chart tits, and that the feeling was quite enjoyable. She couldn’t help but relax just a little and lean into it.
“Sorry Applejack, but I’m the big sister now,” joked Apple Bloom. Before Applejack could respond, Apple Bloom lost her balance and fell over backwards, with Applejack falling on top of her, her fall well-cushioned.
Even with her near-inability to lie, Applejack had managed to keep her deepest darkest secret under wraps; the forbidden desires she held for her little sister. She longed to caress Apple Bloom’s soft freckled body, kiss her innocent lips, and join their bodies and lose their virginities as one. “But is it really ok just ‘cause she has boobs now? Big, wonderful, delectable boobs, but-” her thoughts were interrupted by Apple Bloom, making gurgling noises of pleasure, her jaw slack and eyes glazed over. “They must’ve gotten more sensitive when they grew,” thought Applejack. Before she could process that any further, Apple Bloom spoke up in-between gasps of pleasure,
“Applejack… help me finish... please.” Applejack became aware that her robe had fallen open, and her big breasts were spilled out on top of Apple Bloom’s massive melons, this time without any clothing between them, and that Apple Bloom was clearly enjoying even more than she was.
“A-Apple Bloom.. I’m yer sister, ya can’t... I mean...are ya sure you’re ok with this?” Apple Bloom tugged on Applejack’s exposed pink nipples, forcing the older sister to lower herself meet lips with Apple Bloom. Apple Bloom took the lead, kissing Applejack passionately. “Is this really happening?” she asked herself, as she swirled her tongue to match Apple Bloom’s movements. This was how she’d always wanted her first time to be, with someone special that she loved more than anything in the world. And to be able to give Apple Bloom the same would be the greatest gift she could give. She broke the kiss, and began kissing down Apple Bloom’s body; her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone, and finally her enormous breasts, where she began to get more aggressive, sucking and laying sloppy kisses all over the endless titflesh. Apple Bloom threw her head back, sighing contentedly
“Ya like that huh? Well how ‘bout this?” She took one of Apple Bloom’s erect nipples into her mouth and began to suck occasionally adding a nibble with her teeth or a quick lick with her tongue. Apple Bloom squealed in delight while Applejack experienced pleasure of her own with her face pressed into the soft warm bosom of her loving sister.
“Hey AJ,” spoke up Apple Bloom.
“Mmhmm?” asked Applejack, her mouth too full of boob to say anything more articulate.
“Remember when we used to wrassle, and you’d always win by pinning me down with yer boob?” Applejack did remember. Back then, Apple Bloom’s wrestling skills had been as feeble as her breasts, so it was no challenge for Applejack to put her in a headlock or a shoulder-pin. Of course, because she was an early bloomer, it meant some unintended other contact happened. Before she could ponder why Apple Bloom chose that moment to bring that up, she felt her world turn upside-down as her little sister rolled them both, putting herself on top, her massive breasts grinding up against Applejack’s, now even harder with gravity working in her favor. “I can see why ya liked doin’ this so much. It feels great ta squish yer boobs into another girl,” she said with a sly grin, wiggling her hips to get more of the wonderful sensation
“If ya wanted to wrassle, you shoulda just said so,” said Applejack. She lifted up Apple Bloom with ease and threw her onto the bed, before flopping down beside her. The two of them wrapped their arms and legs around each other, and began rolling around on the bed, with Applejack going easy to give her sister a fair fight. They laughed and giggled, interspersed with moans as they play fought each other, Applejack’s toned work-hardened flesh rubbing all over Apple Bloom’s nubile supple skin, with plenty of groping and intimate touching. Finally, they paused to catch their breath.
“Apple Bloom,” said Applejack, “precious, beautiful sister o’mine. Do you wanna be my first?”
“Applejack, you’re a-?”
“I am, sugarcube. I wanted my first time ta be special, an’ I knew I wouldn’t get that unless I felt nothin’ short of unconditional love.” Apple Bloom’s eyes began to water. To think her amazingly attractive perfect-10 sister, who could have had any man or woman she wanted, would settle for nobody but her, said more than words ever could.
“Yes Applejack, yes!” she cried, “make me all yours! I wanna make you come”
“Lemme show you a way we can both come together,” replied Applejack. She stripped off her panties, and helped Apple Bloom out of hers “Now we both spread our legs nice an’ wide, an’ then…” She interlocked her legs with Apple Bloom’s, setting them up for the scissoring position. Apple Bloom whimpered at the warm feeling of her vagina rubbing against Applejack’s. “Now start movin’ yer thighs sort of side-to-side.”
“Like this?”
“Anh! Yeah, that’ll do just fine,” said Applejack with a mellow sigh of contentment. They continued thrusting their pussies into each other, letting out cries of satisfaction as they did. Apple Bloom marvelled at Applejack’s bouncing breasts, the way they jiggled with each thrust was just hot beyond belief. Her foot grazed Applejack’s breast, and to her surprise it felt amazing - she never really thought about how receptive her foot was to pleasure senses. Seeing Applejack’s leg laid across her gave her an idea. She pulled Applejack’s ankle down and in between her huge boobs, and squeezed them together to hold it in place. Applejack’s smooth waxed legs made it feel like she was getting fucked between the tits, and the thought only made her thrust harder. Applejack was of course enjoying it equally as much, her feet were just as sensitive as her sister’s. As Apple Bloom was the shorter of the two, Applejack couldn’t quite get the reach to give Apple Bloom her own footjob, but she leaned in as best as she could, trying to rub Apple Bloom’s foot in return. Applejack could tell that this tit and pussy stimulation was bringing her close to climax, and judging by her sister’s red blush and sweating brow, she was close too. Making a small adjustment, she moved herself so that her clitoris hit Apple Bloom’s as they continued to scissor, and began pushing with more force.
“Applejack, I’m about to come!”
“Me too little sis, grab my hands!” They squeezed each other’s hands, and wound up for one extra-big thrust. As their most sensitive areas crashed against each other, Applejack made sure to really thoroughly grind against Apple Bloom. They both let loose with their squirts of cum and harmonious cries of orgasm.
They laid on the bed, side by side and still clutching hands. For a while, neither spoke, both of them completely wiped out by the taboo lust they had enjoyed together. Finally Applejack said,
“We’re gonna have to get you changed back, y’know. But that can wait till after I take a quick a snooze, I’m beat.” She rested her head on Apple Bloom’s breasts, using them as a makeshift pillow.
“H-hey c’mon AJ, your hair tickles!” objected Apple Bloom, giggling.
“Can’t hear ya, I’m asleep.” joked Applejack, giving her sister’s breast a playful squeeze.
“AJ?” said Applebloon
“Mm?”
“I don’t have get shrunk all the way back, do I?”
“...Nah.”
