Sister Actby Cocknie ThugChaptersApple Raffle, Part One!Apple Raffle, Part Two!Apple Raffle, Part Three!Apple Raffle, Part One!You wiped the sweat from your brow for the dozenth time since you'd sat down. It was a hot summer evening, and the sweltering barn packed with men (and a few women) didn't feel any cooler. Your chair creaked underneath you as you tried to shake the tension from your limbs. There wasn't much room to move, not with thirty others sat in cramped rows of rickety chairs around you. The rest of the audience were just as sticky and sweaty as you, by the looks of things. You bet it felt hotter up on stage, though, under those glaring lights... Makeshift curtains rustled behind the stage, a whispered argument. The ticket grew damp between your fingers. Seventy-one. A middle-aged woman in a dark suit walked out onto the stage, her frizzy gray hair in a neat bun. She smiled warmly at the audience and walked to the microphone. Mayor Mare cleared her throat, and then spoke. "The Apple family are truly beloved here in Ponyville, and with good reason: they're never afraid to pitch in, never abandon a friend in need, and never leave your plate empty. They love this town back, and for years they've helped raise money for charitable causes to keep this town wonderful. Tonight, however, is special. Apple Bloom has just turned eighteen years old, and she's volunteered to run her first charity raffle, with some wonderful prizes. Thank you all for buying tickets for the Ponyville Historical Preservation Society, and I hope you have a fantastic time tonight - I know I will!" The lights dimmed as the mayor left the stage. There was hush, and then a cheer went up as two figures emerged from the curtains up front. The first was Applejack, strutting forward in knee-high cowboy boots, her thick, tanned thighs bare until they reached a pair of Daisy Dukes cut so short that they were practically a belt. You saw beads of sweat on her honey-golden midriff, running down from her chest. She wore one of her brother's red plaid shirts, tied in a knot below her cleavage, and there was no bra underneath. Her blonde hair hung down in a ponytail under her cowboy hat, and a stalk of grass dangled playfully between her lips. She clapped a hand to her left breast, squeezed until her fingers sunk into her ample bosom, and then spun around, her spurs jingling as she did. She slapped her own ass hard, barely sending a ripple through her thick, toned butt, and spun back round with a wink. Apple Bloom walked on behind her with no such show of bravado, moving instead as if her only consideration was getting to the front of the stage without collapsing in a panic. She waved timidly at the cheering audience, trying not to meet anyone's eye. She was dressed demurely compared to her elder sister, in fact, she looked as if she'd walked in here after a day's work on the farm. She probably has, you thought. A ratty yellow t-shirt that had once been white, boot-cut jeans that were a patchwork of rips and grass stains, battered trainers, and a blue baseball cap. Underneath the cap, locks of her fine red hair stuck to her cheeks and forehead with sweat. She carried a velvet top hat in her arms, with the top to the ground. Her freckled cheeks were both flushed red, and along with the way she walked, it was clear she'd had a few rounds of Apple Acre's Reserve before coming up on stage. A bright-pink button pinned to her chest finished off the outfit. It read "18!" Applejack grabbed the microphone. "As y'all know, this is a last man - or woman," she looked at the few women sat around you in the audience, "standing raffle. Everyone's tickets are in that there top hat. We'll take them out one-by-one, and the last ticket picked gets the special prize. Don't fret none though, Apple Bloom's got lots of consolation prizes for everyone else. Ain't that right, sis?" "S-sure is!" Apple Bloom's words came slowly, as if it was a struggle to understand exactly what she was saying. "Now, with no further ado, let's kick off this rodeo!" Apple Bloom placed the top hat on a hay bale in the middle of the stage. She reached inside, pulled out a slip of paper, opened it up, and with some hesitation she read out: "Thirty-f-four!" "Aw, shoot!" You turned your head and saw a man several seats down with his ticket held high, shaking his head ruefully. Applejack laughed. "Aw, don't be sad now, sugar! Come on up here and claim your consolation prize!" The man was more than happy to do so. He was middle-aged, thick-set and unshaven. You recognized him, a delivery man for a local moving company. His grey dress shirt clung to his back with sweat, and he had a pie-sized damp patch under each armpit. He reached out to shake Applejack's hand as he got onto the stage. She took it, and kissed him on the cheek. "Well, darlin', what'll it be?" Applejack's voice was sweet as honey. "The standard, or somethin' special?" The man grinned and grunted, eyeing Apple Bloom like a piece of meat. "Something special, huh?" "If you want something different, as long as it's above the belt, I'm sure we can help you out..." He shrugged. "Nah, I'll have the standard." Applejack reached over and took the cap off Apple Bloom's head, making her jump. "You heard the man, Bloom." Even from your seat, you saw the young woman swallow. Slowly, clumsily, she got down onto her knees in front of the man. You could see her hands shaking as the man stepped forward and rubbed the thick bulge in his jeans against her cheek, running his fingers through her pale red hair. You felt a similar bulge in your own pants. "Now, this is Apple Bloom's first time at this, so she mightn't quite know exactly what she's doing," said Applejack, her voice playful, "but don't y'all worry, she's got her big sis here to help her out." She walked over and buried her face in the man's neck, kissing and nipping from his ear to his collarbone. The man stopped dry-humping the teenage girl's face and fiddled with his belt, grunting as he undid his pants. Apple Bloom didn't look particularly joyful at this turn of events. After half a minute of fumbling, the man pushed the line of his underpants down and pulled out his cock and balls. His uncircumcised cock was short but thick, his balls were heavy, and they were surrounded by a nest of wiry, unkempt pubic hair. His genitals had a sheen to them, a sweaty, greasy look that suggested that if he'd taken a shower today, it had been many hours ago indeed. You heard Apple Bloom gag out loud, and felt your own cock twitch. Apparently it smelled as clean as it looked. The man didn't seem to care. He wrapped her hair in his fingers again and pressed his cock against the bare skin of her face, the angry-red tip slapping against her forehead, the sweaty skin of his scrotum sticking on her cheek. She cringed, her eyes and mouth shut tight, but made no effort to resist. Above her, her sister was kissing the man deeply as he pawed at her tits with his free hand. Applejack broke her kiss, dropping to her knees. "Come on now, Bloom," she chided, "you can't tease him all night." "Um, sis, it-" the man continued to hump her face as she spoke, "-we got any wet-wipes? It kinda smells funny..." Applejack clicked her tongue. "Well shoot, that's what you're here for! By the time you get it nice and clean, this fella'll be just about ready to finish." "If you're sure, sis..." "I'm sure, Bloom. Start slow, lick it, just get your tongue all over it. Don't worry, big sis is right behind you if you get stuck..." With that, Applejack shuffled until she was behind her sister, her breasts pressing into her sister's back. She turned to wink at the audience, and then in one swift movement took Apple Bloom's earlobe in her mouth, and slipped a hand down the front of her jeans. Apple Bloom squeaked in shock at the twin sensations, teeth on her ear and fingers on her pussy. A cheer went up through the crowd, reminding her exactly where she was. She tried to hide her face as a reflex, which she did by pushing her face forward onto the man's cock. Whimpering, she looked up at him, and stuck out her tongue. You saw the man shut his eyes as Apple Bloom's pink tongue trailed along his cock. She started at the base, unwashed pubic hair tickling her nose, and slowly dragged her tongue up the man's short, thick shaft, over the ridge where the foreskin was pulled back, until she reached the tip. At the top she withdrew her tongue and closed her mouth, her face scrunching up as if she'd tasted something impossibly sour. She opened her mouth to take a deep breath, and sampled the man's fetid crotch-air, which made her gag. Once she had composed herself, she leaned forward again to take another lick. The whole audience, you included, watched intently as Apple Bloom bathed every inch of this man's cock with her tongue. From the corners of your eyes you could see others in the seats rubbing themselves through their pants, but you couldn't take your eyes off the scene. She grew used to the taste and smell, no longer heaving, only shivering occasionally as her sister played with her clit. Apple Bloom and the man let out a simultaneous moan as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. The thickness made her cheeks swell out as she bobbed on it gently. Her sister whispered something in her ear, but you couldn't make out what it was. There was an audible 'glrk!' as Apple Bloom pushed an inch deeper. The man groaned and grabbed a fist of her red hair, not pushing her down further, but not letting her slip backwards. She spluttered, sending strings of thick saliva spraying out between the cock and her soft lips around it. She lifted her hands and pushed against his thighs, desperate to break free. "Nope." Applejack's hands shot up and grabbed her sister's wrists, pinning them to her sides and cutting off her escape. Apple Bloom let out a muffled squeal as the cock continued to choke her. She thrashed, spluttered and drooled, but between her sister's hold on her arms and the man's deathgrip on her hair, she had nowhere to go. The man pulled out with a triumphant grunt, and began stroking his spit-slicked cock. As Apple Bloom coughed weakly, Applejack kissed her ear and resumed fingering her. "See? Betcha it don't smell so bad now, does it?" crooned Applejack. Apple Bloom sniffled. "N-no sis..." With a defeated sigh, she took the cock back into her mouth. For several minutes she continued to suck, her sister occasionally whispering advice as she did. The man grew increasingly excited. Applejack looked up at him, grinning lasciviously. "You havin' a good time up there?" she asked. "Uh-huh." "You're the first man my lil sis has ever sucked. Think she'll be a real good cock-sucker someday?" The man's hips twitched. "Yeah." "You like her eighteen-year old lips wrapped around your dick? Her cute lil' tongue licking sweat up off your big, fat balls?" "Yeah." "How 'bout you, sis? You ready for him to blow his load in your mouth?" "Gllmphh!" "Gettin' close..." Applejack yanked her sister's head back off the cock, and pushed her head an inch lower. "Slurp his nuts for the final stretch, sis!" With a whimper, Apple Bloom obeyed, slathering the man's balls with spit, cringing as his rough pubes dragged over her tongue. The man was swearing softly under his breath, stroking his cock rapidly while the beautiful young redhead suckled his balls. "Fuck!" The man pushed Apple Bloom's forehead back, so she looked directly upwards with her mouth open and tongue out, the tip of his cock resting on her bottom lip. Apple Bloom stared up with her clear green eyes. "Aaaah..." He began to cum. It was thick. Even from your seat you could see how dense it was, completely opaque white, not being shot out as much as being pushed out, every goopy, sludgy drop of it only moving forward because of the pressure of cum behind it. It oozed into the girl's mouth, each spurt clinging to the tip of the cock, moving forward only as another shot pulsed through his length and squeezed its way out of the tip. He didn't lack for quantity either; his stodgy sperm flowed out in the same volume as a normal man, just... slower. You'd never seen cum with that consistency. You wondered if she could swallow it, or if she'd need to chew it first. Your cock twitched at the thought. He wiped the last drop on her upper lip, her face already a rictus of disgust, and the drop of cum stretched out into an inch-long rope as he tried to pull away, before it finally collapsed into her mouth. He tried to pull his pants up, but Applejack stopped him. "Allow me," she said, taking the entire length of his half-hard cock in her mouth in one gulp. She slowly, carefully pulled backwards, looking into his eyes the entire time. The tip left her lips with a *pop*, sucked completely dry of cum. With a wink, she tucked his equipment back into his underpants, zipped his jeans, and buckled his belt. "Apple Family hospitality!" The man chuckled, blew her a kiss, and walked offstage on shaky legs. All eyes in the barn returned to Apple Bloom, still on her knees, still holding a double measure's worth of gloopy jizz in her mouth. She turned ninety degrees to face the audience as Applejack got down to her level and slung an arm around her shoulders. "Apple Bloom, why don't you show everyone here how much you appreciate their contribution tonight, and gulp that load down?" Apple Bloom nodded and closed her mouth, her cheeks bulging out like a chipmunk. The blush from earlier was gone, replaced by an almost green tint. You don't think she likes the taste. She scrunched her eyes shut and swallowed, her gullet moving to the wild applause of the crowd. Her hands were balled up into fists, held tight to her chest, and her whole body shook. She opened her eyes and breathed deeply through her nostrils, but you could see that there's still a considerable amount left in her mouth. "That's the hard part," said Applejack, "just a lil' more and you're good..." Apple Bloom closed her eyes... ...she breathed deep... ...let it slide-- *cough* "Apple Bloom!" The crowd erupted into laughter. The poor girl had tripped at the last minute, gagged, inhaled, turned to the side to spit it out, and spewed the remaining half-mouthful of jizz directly between her elder sister's tits. "...sorry sis," she mumbled, coughing weakly. Grumbling, Applejack undid the knot above her midriff, and shucked off the plaid shirt. Her breasts were perfect. Round, soft, golden tan, gravity-defyingly pert, a hint of freckles between them, delightfully stiff nipples. You'd long desired to bury your face in them. Judging from the reactions around you, you were not alone. She caught the thick slugs of cum in her fingers before they could run down her stomach and wiped them off on her breasts. The jizz was thick enough that it didn't simply soak into her skin; the gooey white lines were clearly visible. "Alright, Bloom, come over here and finish up," she said, gesturing to her cum-covered breasts. Apple Bloom groaned. "Aww, do I hafta?" "No shirking, sis! At least you ain't licking it up off the floor..." With a grumble, Apple Bloom ambled her way over and lapped at her sister's tits. Applejack cooed softly at the attentions, a blush rising in her cheeks. Apple Bloom stopped every few licks to swallow, sometimes struggling with the taste, but returning shortly after to continue her attentions. A thick dollop of cum topped each of her sister's nipples, and she sucked each one into her mouth until it was completely clean. Finally, she licked her lips, having swallowed every drop of the man's cum. Applejack stood up. "Give her a big hand, ladies and gents!" Apple Bloom remained on her knees as the whole barn applauded, you included. She seemed dazed. She could doubtless still taste the man's cum. She had never been with anyone before tonight. She hadn't even made out with a boy. Her firsts would all be tonight. She wouldn't have her first kiss with a shy jock with jet-black hair. She wouldn't look into her best friend's eyes as the singer slipped two fingers inside her for the first time. She wouldn't lose her virginity to a quirky librarian's assistant, biting his ear as he thrust inside her, running her hands through his green dye-job. She'd saved herself. Not intentionally, not even consciously, but she had. She would have those firsts with one of the people leering at her from the audience, probably a sweaty, middle-aged man who hadn't so much as washed his hands before making his way to the charity raffle. She'd have all those firsts with him because he paid a hundred bits for a raffle ticket, and she would be his prize, but only after she had spent the evening with her face buried deep in the crotch of every other person who bought a ticket. She knew that one of the people in front of her would have her. You hoped it would be you. In her daze, she hadn't even noticed her sister draw another lot from the hat. "Forty one!" Apple Raffle, Part Two!The barn stunk of sex and sweat. Half the audience were watching the stage with a hand down their pants. The other half were stroking themselves openly. You included. Half a dozen tickets had gone by already. The sisters on stage were a sweaty mess, and Apple Bloom was still finding cum to be an acquired taste. She was getting a break of sorts, in that regard. "Eat my cunt, you little slut," hissed Mayor Mare. Apple Bloom was on her knees in front of her, and she'd grabbed two handfuls of the girl's red hair and pushed her face-first into her crotch. Despite the pain in her scalp, Apple Bloom licked away diligently, heeding the mayor's cruel instructions. Applejack was on stage too, kneeling behind Mayor Mare, her face buried in the older woman's ass. You could see the tendons in Applejack's neck bulge out as she stuck her tongue inside as deep as possible, digging and stretching her anus. The mayor seemed delighted with her efforts. You watched with interest as Mayor Mare's squeals reached a glass-frightening pitch, and after pulling Apple Bloom hard enough to almost rip out her hair, she sagged. Apple Bloom continued to lick softly until the mayor pushed her away, and the mayor let Applejack continue eating out her ass for a minute after that. The mayor picked up her skirt and slid it back up, but stopped before leaving the stage. "It would be crass of me to leave without giving a... substantial contribution for this young woman's efforts tonight!" She stood in front of Apple Bloom, spat in her open mouth, and then walked off the stage. Cheeks red with humiliation, Apple Bloom swallowed. "Eleven!" A middle-aged man with slicked-back hair climbed onto the stage. He kissed Applejack on both cheeks before he could get a word out. "Mister Rich! Well, fancy seeing you up here," she said, beaming. He chuckled softly His cock was already out, and he was stroking it at a disciplined pace. "A little earlier than I'd hoped, perhaps, but it's good to be here. And please, call me Filthy." "What can we do for you?" she asked, unbuttoning his silk shirt. "Don't be shy, now." "Honestly, dear, I'm close to blowing my load already. I want to give Apple Bloom a pearl necklace." "That can be arranged, Filthy." She strode behind her kneeling sister, grabbed the collar of Apple Bloom's ratty white t-shirt in both hands, and pulled. The v-neck ripped straight down the middle, revealing Apple Bloom's stomach, chest, and bra. With deft fingers, Applejack unhooked her sister's bra and threw it to the audience. It landed directly on your lap. Moments later your eyes returned to the stage, while you stroked your cock with the cheap white bra. Filthy Rich was jerking his cock frenetically as Apple Bloom tried her hardest to suck both of his balls into her mouth, all while Applejack teased and tugged on her sister's nipples. Filthy Rich finished without fanfare, spraying a dozen ropes of cum across Apple Bloom's perky tits. She leaned forward to suck the last drops from the tip, earning a pat on the head before Filthy left the stage. Then, Applejack was upon her, greedily lapping streaks of pearly jizz off of Apple Bloom's left breast. Once it was clean, she straightened up, cheeks bulging with sperm, and forced a kiss onto her sister. With a defeated moan, Apple Bloom accepted the mouthful of jizz, and swallowed it down. "...Salty," she muttered. "Fifteen!" The parade of lucky losers continued for some time, each walking up on stage to be serviced by an enthusiastic Applejack and an ambivalent Apple Bloom. Some finished quickly, Apple Bloom's eyes wide in shock as her mouth filled with unexpected cum, trails leaking from her nose and lips, all wiped up in her sister's fingers before being fed back to her. Others took their time, pumping their cocks in-and-out of her mouth for what seemed like an age, until her chin and cheeks visibly glistened with saliva. Most of them came directly in her mouth, and you watched her eyes scrunch up as she struggled to down the bitter, salty goo, but a few pulled out to spew their loads all over her face. Applejack was more than happy to lick it up and kiss it back to her. Two hours later, twenty tickets were gone. You hadn't expected to make it this far, but now you had a one-in-ten chance of a whole night with the girl on stage, who was currently spreading her former teacher's butt-cheeks as she ate out the woman's ass. You had already had to stop touching yourself to avoid blowing your load too early. Several audience members hadn't been so cautious, and had simply rubbed the spilled sperm into their half-hard shafts. Apple Bloom would taste it one way or another, it seemed. After Cheerilee collapsed into Applejack's arms and stumbled from the stage in post-orgasmic bliss, another man was called to the stage. He was lanky and pale, with a brown bowl-cut and buck teeth, and he was the only audience member younger than you. Applejack didn't bother with a handshake, she simply pulled the teenager's t-shirt off and started kissing his neck. "Good to see you, Featherweight," she said, before kissing her way down to bite and suck his nipples. He gave a thin groan as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It looked... strange. It was as thick as an average dick, perhaps a little thinner, but it was easily eight inches long. It looked like it had been stretched out, as if the middle part of his penis had just been swapped out, duplicated, and switched back in as some kind of prank. Apple Bloom looked at it warily, the taste of her former teacher's asshole still heavy on her tongue. Applejack cooed. "Look's like my lil' sis is gonna learn how to deep throat!" They wasted no time with licking or caressing, Apple Bloom simply let the cock slip between her lips and let Featherweight push it as deep as it would go. She managed a third before she backed off, hacking and coughing, and her sister immediately took her place, swallowing six inches with ease. Applejack pulled off, kissed the tip, and shoved her sister back onto it. "See sis? That's how you do it!" It took several minutes of struggles and whispered advice while Apple Bloom slobbered helplessly and failed to swallow the whole thing, but eventually, she reached the root. Her nose pressed into his pubes, his balls bulged against her chin, her lips formed a tight seal on the base of his dick, and Applejack's stern hand gripped her hair, keeping her pressed in deep. When he withdrew, Applejack held her sister in place, so that the tip of the cock stayed in her mouth. Drool spilled from Apple Bloom's mouth; Applejack quickly scooped it up, lapped it off her hand, and dribbled it back onto the top of the shaft. Then, she pushed her sister back down to the base. Apple Bloom gagged as she swallowed the dick, her lost spit, and her dignity. A few thrusts later, Featherweight climaxed with a feminine groan. His hips bucked forward, mashing his pubic bone against Apple Bloom's soft lips, his entire load spewing directly down her throat. You realized that this would be the one load of cum that Apple Bloom wouldn't taste tonight... You saw tears running down Apple Bloom's face as Featherweight pulled out, from pain or embarrassment you did not know. She sniffled and wiped them away, the next man already on stage and ready for his prize. This man finished quickly, filling the teenager's mouth after a few pumps, and so did the next man - too quickly in fact, his seed spraying over the stage itself as Apple Bloom sucked his balls. Once he had left the stage, Applejack didn't draw the next number. Instead, she made Apple Bloom get on all fours, her butt facing the audience, and pull her jeans down to her knees. Your cock throbbed as you looked at Apple Bloom's tight, virginal pussy and asshole, all while she lapped a strange man's seed off of the dusty stage floor. "Eighty-five!" yelled Applejack, continuing the raffle as her sister cleaned up, "Is that - Tex, that is you, come on up here!" The man rose from his seat and stepped onto the stage. The stage creaked. The man was in his fifties, had short grey hair under a ten-gallon hat, and could not possibly be described as "svelte." He was fat. When it rained, the tops of his boots stayed dry. He quickly removed his shirt, slacks, and underpants, though he kept the hat on. His penis didn't measure up to the rest of his body. It was twitchingly hard - no wonder, the way he was leering at the teenage girl kneeling before him - but both shorter and thinner than average. Between his bulging, oversized balls below and the gut that hung down from above, it was almost hidden. You heard a drip, and it was only then that you noticed how sweaty he was - sweat shone on every inch of his body, dripping off his nose, chest and elbows, running down the hill that was his belly and coalescing into a damp swamp in his pubic hair. He looked like he'd just stepped out of a swimming pool. Applejack kissed the man deeply, then bent down and trailed her tongue along his chest, licking through sweat and grey hairs before sucking on his nipple for a moment, which she released with a *pop*. "Don't you say a word, Tex, I've got something that'll suit you just fine. Apple Bloom..." Applejack grabbed her dazed younger sister by the hair and repositioned her. She was still on her knees, jeans and panties around her ankles, but she was leaning backwards with her chest thrust out, her neck hanging back, and her palms on the floor. Her soft red hair dangled downwards as she struggled to get comfortable, with her back arched and her tits and crotch thrust out as far as she could manage. The fat man giggled wetly as he bellied up to the girl. He lined up the tip of his diminutive prick with her mouth, shuffled forward, and groaned as his entire shaft disappeared between her lips. His sweaty body almost seemed to absorb Apple Bloom; her chin sunk deep into the soft fat of his navel, and his hairy, sweat-dripping balls covered her nose entirely. All she could see was flesh, balls, and the crack of the man's ass. He held his position for half a minute, revelling in the caresses of Apple Bloom's mouth and tongue, before withdrawing to leave only his tip inside. Because of his size, this didn't give the girl much breathing room, but you could still see her chest rising and falling as she desperately sucked in much-needed air through her nostrils, tainted though it was by the old man's body odor. Her respite was brief, and soon the man thrust back in, slowly shifting his hips to gently fuck in-and-out of the girl's mouth. "Lemme see if I can't help put on a show for the crowd tonight," said Applejack, licking her lips. She knelt down in front of her sister, looked to the crowd, and held up a hand. She made a show of putting her fingers in her mouth, sucking each one until it glistened with spit, so everyone in the audience could see it. Applejack grinned. "Y'all wanna see a real... shocker?" Her hand slipped between her sister's leg. You saw her wrist jerk upward as she bit down on Apple Bloom's nipple, and you knew that Applejack had just slipped two fingers in her sister's pussy and another two in her ass. Apple Bloom thrashed around, her scream of protest muffled into a blurted raspberry around the man's cock. Spit spewed from between her lips and dribbled down her face, forcing her to shut her eyes. As the man pulled out, her protests clarified into hacking and muffled mewling, with embarrassed trills as Applejack sucked her nipples and skillfully worked her fingers. The man withdrew his cock, not to give Apple Bloom any real respite, but for the opportunity to rub his balls over every inch of her face, and to make her lick the damp folds of skin where his groin met his thighs. He only pushed his cock back in when he was sure that the girl was entirely tainted with his musk. He came with a shout, pushing Apple Bloom's face into his flesh as far as she'd go as he blew his load. His cock was small enough that even buried deep as he was, she'd be tasting every drop of his cum. There was a tremendous snort as two ropes of cum shot out of her nostrils and dribbled down her face. Apple Bloom all but collapsed when he released her, coughing and hacking, bloodshot eyes and cum-glazed lips. Applejack pushed her out of the way to clean the man's cock, sucking the last drops of sperm free before licking up the stray drops that sprayed onto his balls. With a final suck on his nipple, she bade the man farewell, before returning to play with her sister. First, she made Apple Bloom lick her fingers clean - she did the ones that had been in her pussy with no complaints, but was less enthusiastic about the digits that had been in her ass - and then fed her the cum that had spilled from her lips and nose. Applejack stood up, but instead of picking another ticket from the top hat, she grabbed the microphone. "Alright, there's five tickets left, I think it's high time for a fifteen-minute break," she said. "Give y'all a chance to stretch your legs, get some fresh air, have a drink - I think lil' sis here sure needs something to settle her stomach!" The crowd laughed as Apple Bloom dry-heaved helplessly. Chairs creaked and lighters flicked as the audience took advantage of the intermission. You were ready for a break, too, but didn't feel like moving from your chair just yet. It was only after you watched Apple Bloom vomit the night's collected cum into a doggy bowl that you were ready to get up. Twenty-five down. Five to go. Apple Raffle, Part Three!You returned to the barn half an hour later, ready for the final portion of the raffle. The two-dozen 'lucky losers' who had taken their turns already filed in alongside you, all keen to see Apple Bloom's first-ever charity event to its end. The atmosphere had changed. Before, it felt relaxed, if lusty. Now, there was a definite twinge of excitement and tension. Five contestants remained, and the seating had changed to reflect that. One single row of seats stood before the stage for you and your four 'rivals,' close enough to lean forward and touch the wood of the stage. All the other chairs had been rearranged in a semicircle around the edges of the barn for the others to look inwards, though many of them stood instead. The implication was clear: the final five were a part of the spectacle just as much as the Apple sisters were. You took your seat and glanced around, eyes wandering away from the empty stage. The barn was still swelteringly hot, and all of the spectators were in various states of undress. Most were sipping cider or eating snacks, purchased from the concession stand just outside the barn, operated by Filthy Rich's smirking, fully-dressed daughter. Several of the men were already jerking off. You saw one - the bulky deliveryman who had been the first to fuck Apple Bloom's mouth - rapidly waddle up to a wooden crate near the back of the room. After several moments of grunts and shudders, he walked away, and you saw what he had finished into: the doggy bowl of cum that Apple Bloom had recently "returned" several loads into. The men around you seemed eager to add to it. The lights above the stage dimmed, and a hush fell over the barn. The show was about to resume. You felt a flutter of nerves in your stomach, and the way your palms felt sweaty and your fingers slipped against each other couldn't be entirely blamed on the heat of the room. You glanced at the other four finalists. You recognized three of them instantly. Thunderlane sat next to you, an athletic and enormously perverse weather technician who was roughly your age. Next to him was a middle-aged couple, but you knew them. Everyone in Ponyville knew Mr and Mrs Cake. You'd seen the fourth, but couldn't place him. A garbageman, maybe? Drums rolled, curtains parted, a cheer went up. Two figures walked back out on stage, shining under the stage lights. Apple Bloom had been cleaned up, but still looked a little queasy. The spit, sperm, tears and dirt that had built up on her face had all been washed away, and her fine red hair was still damp from a quick wash. Her cheeks were pale and her eyes glassy, but her lips were bright red, painted with the cheapest, tackiest, trashiest red lipstick available in Ponyville. She didn't appear so hot and flustered this time, though that might have been due to her state of undress: she wore nothing but a pair of plain white cotton panties. Every other inch of her skin, from her athletic thighs to her calloused hands to her pert, underdeveloped breasts, was completely uncovered. She held the top hat loosely at her side, nervously walking forward to the bed of scattered straw downstage. Applejack was dressed far less modestly, if that was possible. She wore her knee-high cowboy boots and nothing else, strutting forward with her chest pushed out, spurs clinking with every step. At the front of the stage, she stood with her legs apart, trailed a hand down her stomach, over her neat golden bush, and slipped a finger in her pussy. She lifted the finger high, glistening with her juices, and sashayed over to her sister. Apple Bloom obediently opened her mouth and sucked the finger clean. The crowd cheered, and you were hard again. "Howdy, y'all," said Applejack, grinning as her sister continued to suck her finger, "I sure am glad to see y'all here, we've had one heck of a rodeo so far tonight, and it's only gonna get better for the last few rounds. We've got five ticket holders left-" she gestured to the front row with her free hand, her eyes meeting yours for a moment, "-four of which are gonna have a lil' fun with Bloom and me, and one of which who'll get us all to his-or-herself, all night long. Are y'all ready?" You heard yourself shout 'yes!' in response, but you weren't concentrating on that. Your hand was wrapped around your cock, and your eyes were locked on the two beauties on stage. Apple Bloom relinquished the finger, dipped her hand into the hat, and pulled out a slip. "Three!" she said, then coughed. Her voice was hoarse. You didn't need to wonder why. You heard giggling. "Pass!" cried Mrs Cake. Applejack glared at her, hands on hips, but she couldn't hide a smirk. "You're slipping off onto Carrot's ticket, huh? Well now, normally I'd call that a lil' unsporting, but-" her eyes lingered for a moment on Mr Cake's crotch, "-I guess I'll let it pass. This time." The Cakes gave a pair of tipsy thumbs-up, and settled back in their seats. Apple Bloom shrugged, and drew another slip. "Twenty!" "That's me." Thunderlane stood up, grinning, as the crowd cheered him on. He was buck naked, but you hadn't looked at him until you watched him walking up and onto the stage. The tips of his blond hair were still blue from when he had last dyed it, styled into stiff spikes on top and cropped close at the sides. Muscles rippled under his olive skin. Two years ago, he'd had the ripped, skin-on-muscle magazine-cover body that most athletic young men reached in their late teens, but now he had a thin layer of softness over his torso - not enough that you couldn't clearly see his abs, but he no longer looked like he'd been carved from teak. His cock was erect, and slapped against the sparse trail of hair between his groin and his navel. It lived up to the rest of his appearance. At least as big as yours. Maybe a quarter inch longer? You decided to stop thinking about it. "What can we do for you, hon?" asked Applejack, but Thunderlane wasn't looking at her. He was looking right into Apple Bloom's golden eyes. He lifted a hand and brushed a lock of red hair out of her face, before resting his palm on her cheek. "H-hey..." Apple Bloom trailed her fingers over the back of his hand. The blush had returned to her cheeks, bringing out her freckles. "You, uh, want me to - mmhm!" She squeaked as Thunderlane kissed her deeply, then closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. He pulled her close, one hand on her lower back, the other running through her hair, their chests pressed together as she stood on tip-toes to reach him, his hard shaft sandwiched between their navels. He was gentle, almost slow, and Apple Bloom soon pushed forward for more, eagerly slipping her tongue between his lips and wrapping her arms around him. They kissed for a full minute, and when it broke, a string of saliva connected their two mouths for a moment before snapping and falling onto her chin. She gazed up at him, her eyes lidded, and he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Then, he placed a hand on top of her head, pressing gently until she buckled her legs, got down to her knees, and began to lavish his cock with licks and kisses. Thunderlane hissed with pleasure as Apple Bloom lapped at the head and lazily stroked the shaft with one hand. "My lil' bro is always talking about you," he murmured, "I guess this is why..." Apple Bloom's response was unintelligible, muffled as she pressed her open mouth to the underside of the shaft, molded her lips around it, and suckled at it. She had been taught several tricks by the twenty-odd men she'd just blown, and this time her sister wasn't forcing her head painfully deep onto the shaft. The cock twitched under her ministrations, the soft licks of her tongue, her cute, needy kisses, the warmth of her mouth as she sucked in the tip. Her head moved against the motions of his hips, forcing herself down as he pushed forward, pulling away as he withdrew, but he wasn't yet interested in grabbing her head and reaming out her throat like most of the others tonight. He smiled down at her, stroking her hair as she gazed up at him adoringly. Cowboy boots clacked on the wooden floorboards as Applejack sauntered up to them. She whispered into Thunderlane's ear, "Havin' fun there, stud?" "Uh-huh." He stroked Apple Bloom's cheek as she valiantly tried to swallow more than a third of his length. Applejack's lips grazed his ear, and her hand grazed his chest. "Anything we can do to make tonight real special for ya?" "Heh, nothing above the belt." You could almost feel Applejack's grin. "That's the rules for Apple Bloom, sugar. If there's somethin' you want, nothin' saying I can't help ya out..." "Oh." Thunderlane was looking down, his attention split between the siren whispering depraved offers and the innocent farmgirl on her knees before him, licking his balls as she stroked his cock. "There - I might have one little, uh..." "Anything." "I've got a thing for feet." "Well," she looked down at her sister, "I think we can accommodate this here gentleman, don't you, Bloom?" "Mhm-hmm!" Apple Bloom nodded her head, her mouth filled with his balls. Applejack led him over to the messy pile of hay on the center stage, and Apple Bloom crawled after him, trying to keep her tongue in contact with his groin. He sat down, patted the younger sibling on the head, and beckoned her upwards. She shuffled upwards to make out with him, his hand groping her boyish ass while she humped her panty-clad pussy against his hips. As they fooled around, Applejack began to take off her boots. They were laced up tight, perfectly molded to her muscular calves, and it took some fidgeting to loosen the laces. Once they had been loosed, the zips on the back had enough give to whirr open down to her ankles. You could hear the leather peel off her skin, clammy with sweat. Even undone, her boots were too snug to slip off, and she had to sit down on the wooden boards to wriggle them loose with her hands. Thunderlane didn't mind the wait; he was having plenty of fun with Apple Bloom. She had a hand on each of his cheeks as she made out with him, all but eating his face, and the sensual rolling of her hips had turned into desperate, dog-like humping. It was the most fun she'd had all night, by the look of it. He seemed equal parts amused and turned on by the display, idly stroking his cock. "Gotcher!" With a thunk, Applejack pulled off her right boot, shortly followed by the left. She wore no socks; her feet glistened with sweat and there was an orange tint to her arches where they had rubbed against the damp leather all day. It took a second for the smell to hit you. She was five yards away, but her feet might as well have been five inches from your nose. Damp, vinegary leather, stale fruit rotting at the bottom of a trash can, cheese left in the refrigerator for a month too long, all carried in the same thick, humid air that swam with the stink of sweat, sex, and cum. Your nose wrinkled. If you were lucky enough to win, you thought, she was going to have to shower first. Thunderlane broke his kiss and looked up. "What died?" "Your hopes of gettin' a footjob, if you get smart with me." "Do you even take them off at night?" "Sometimes." You saw her sniff, and her own nose wrinkled. "Might be you've got a point. You want Bloom to lick 'em clean, first?" "Nah. Afterwards." He bit down on Apple Bloom's ear, as she moaned with humiliation. Applejack scootched over until she was sat next to him, stretched her neck and back, and carefully placed her feet in his lap. He held his dick at the base so it pointed directly at the ceiling, and she wrapped both feet around it, holding the dick between her toes and the balls of his feet. Slowly, carefully, she worked her feet upwards. Her toes wriggled as she made her way up the shaft, the collected sweat just slick enough to let the pads of her feet slide up the sides, until her big toes pressed against the head. She slid one big toe and then the other over the tip, dexterously pressing the calloused skin into his most sensitive part, until a bead of precum welled up at the slit. With a giggle, she used her toe to rub the slick liquid over the head, making the bright red skin glisten under the stage lights. He threw his head back and groaned as Apple Bloom nibbled on his neck. It was clear that he wasn't going to last long, as Applejack worked her feet masterfully over his shaft. He sat almost upright, propped up on his hands as Apple Bloom nuzzled and kissed him, his hand groping her body practically as an afterthought. His eyes were locked on Applejack, her brow scrunched in concentration, the tip of her tongue sticking out from between her lips as she slid her feet up and down, her toes responding to his every twitch, thrust and groan as if there was a mental link between their minds. She sped up. You could see him muttering under his breath. His eyes were unfocused, his gaze was somewhere around Applejack's feet as they executed a miniaturised gymnastics routine on his cock. Her toes and his tip were glazed with precum now. Apple Bloom kissed his cheek, and then kissed her way down to lick and suck his nipple. Applejack was smirking again. "You like my feet, huh? You gonna bl-" He came. The first jet shot directly upwards in an arc, and landed back down on his chest and stomach, pearly and creamy like freshly-mixed icing. Applejack quickly moved her feet up, her toes from one foot massaging the twitching head as her toes from the other arched over it, catching the next thick shot of jizz on her wiggling digits. His hips thrust up as he came, his penis pushing up between her toes and sending spurts of cum up to land on her arches, causing her to kick upwards and catch the next spurts on her soles. He was still cumming. You considered asking him about his diet. His orgasm faded, but even as it did, jizz continued to pulse from his cock, no longer shooting out but welling up at the tip before running thickly down the shaft. With childlike glee, Applejack cleaned it up, rubbing away every drop and rivulet into her calloused soles and heels. Applejack pulled her knees to her chest, lifted her feet in the air, and wiggled her toes, displaying her pink, cum-dripping digits to the audience. The audience stopped masturbating long enough to applaud. "Okay, Apple Bloom, it's cleanup time!" Apple Bloom didn't say a word, but crawled over on all fours until her body was laid over Thunderlane's left leg, her head was next to his crotch, and her pussy was pressing into his ankle. She smiled up at him, and then lowered her head to lick, kitten-like, at his sticky, sweaty cock. She could surely taste her sister's feet on his skin, but she made no sign or protest and simply lapped at his softening cock until all the bitter, salty fluids had been licked away, replaced with the clear taste of fresh saliva. She placed a gentle kiss on the tip, and lowered her head to lap his balls again. After a minute of this, Applejack loudly cleared her throat. Apple Bloom paused for a moment, and then continued. "Bloom." No response. Thunderlane stroked her red hair as she licked away. "Apple Bloom! Quit dilly-dallying, you've still got clean-up to do," said Applejack. Apple Bloom huffed as she straightened up. This time, the displeasure was clear on her face. She had no enthusiasm for this next part. She approached her sister's proffered feet, but stopped an inch short of them, her lips pursed tight and her face scrunched up in disgust. It must have smelled pretty bad, you thought. She cringed as Applejack pushed her foot forward, dabbing a blob of cum on her nose from her big toe. With great hesitation, Apple Bloom stuck out her tongue, placed it on her sister's heel, and slowly dragged it upwards, leaving a long streak of clean skin in her wake. A blob of cum and sweat pooled up the tip of her tongue. When she reached the ball of the foot, she placed her lips over the blob, slurped up the mess, and swallowed. A shudder ran through her from head to toe, and she stayed in place for a moment, shoulders hunched and breathing hard, until the threat of her sister's messy feet being wiped in her hair compelled her to lick again. Applejack cooed as her sister lapped slime up from her feet, first one, and then the other, but soon became impatient and began pushing her heels roughly into her face. "C'mon, sis, get the toes..." The cum was thickest on her toes, practically shining under the lighting, stretching and webbing between each digit as she wiggled them. Apple Bloom mumbled with displeasure but moved forward, first wrapping her lips around the little toe, sucking the salty, bitter jizz off of it and then working her way inwards. Her tongue wove between the middle toes, flitting back in to swallow more of the disgusting sweat and cum, and once she reached the big toe, she placed a kiss on it before taking it into her mouth. Her head bobbed as she worked the toe, servicing it in the same way she had sucked the head of Thunderlane's cock a short while before. Applejack bit her lip, blushing. "Aw, you know I love the way you suck my toes, you lil' whore..." Apple Bloom didn't answer or look up, she simply switched feet and began to suck up the last remnants of the cum. She pulled away afterwards, clearly nauseous, and didn't resist when Thunderlane walked up behind her, wrapped her soft red hair around his dick, and used it to wipe away the sweat from his crotch. Applejack found this hilarious, and insisted on doing the same thing with her feet as Thunderlane walked offstage. Sullen, Apple Bloom got up to fetch the top hat, looking like she'd been dragged backwards through a bush. Three tickets left. You couldn't wait.
Apple Raffle, Part One!You wiped the sweat from your brow for the dozenth time since you'd sat down. It was a hot summer evening, and the sweltering barn packed with men (and a few women) didn't feel any cooler. Your chair creaked underneath you as you tried to shake the tension from your limbs. There wasn't much room to move, not with thirty others sat in cramped rows of rickety chairs around you. The rest of the audience were just as sticky and sweaty as you, by the looks of things. You bet it felt hotter up on stage, though, under those glaring lights... Makeshift curtains rustled behind the stage, a whispered argument. The ticket grew damp between your fingers. Seventy-one. A middle-aged woman in a dark suit walked out onto the stage, her frizzy gray hair in a neat bun. She smiled warmly at the audience and walked to the microphone. Mayor Mare cleared her throat, and then spoke. "The Apple family are truly beloved here in Ponyville, and with good reason: they're never afraid to pitch in, never abandon a friend in need, and never leave your plate empty. They love this town back, and for years they've helped raise money for charitable causes to keep this town wonderful. Tonight, however, is special. Apple Bloom has just turned eighteen years old, and she's volunteered to run her first charity raffle, with some wonderful prizes. Thank you all for buying tickets for the Ponyville Historical Preservation Society, and I hope you have a fantastic time tonight - I know I will!" The lights dimmed as the mayor left the stage. There was hush, and then a cheer went up as two figures emerged from the curtains up front. The first was Applejack, strutting forward in knee-high cowboy boots, her thick, tanned thighs bare until they reached a pair of Daisy Dukes cut so short that they were practically a belt. You saw beads of sweat on her honey-golden midriff, running down from her chest. She wore one of her brother's red plaid shirts, tied in a knot below her cleavage, and there was no bra underneath. Her blonde hair hung down in a ponytail under her cowboy hat, and a stalk of grass dangled playfully between her lips. She clapped a hand to her left breast, squeezed until her fingers sunk into her ample bosom, and then spun around, her spurs jingling as she did. She slapped her own ass hard, barely sending a ripple through her thick, toned butt, and spun back round with a wink. Apple Bloom walked on behind her with no such show of bravado, moving instead as if her only consideration was getting to the front of the stage without collapsing in a panic. She waved timidly at the cheering audience, trying not to meet anyone's eye. She was dressed demurely compared to her elder sister, in fact, she looked as if she'd walked in here after a day's work on the farm. She probably has, you thought. A ratty yellow t-shirt that had once been white, boot-cut jeans that were a patchwork of rips and grass stains, battered trainers, and a blue baseball cap. Underneath the cap, locks of her fine red hair stuck to her cheeks and forehead with sweat. She carried a velvet top hat in her arms, with the top to the ground. Her freckled cheeks were both flushed red, and along with the way she walked, it was clear she'd had a few rounds of Apple Acre's Reserve before coming up on stage. A bright-pink button pinned to her chest finished off the outfit. It read "18!" Applejack grabbed the microphone. "As y'all know, this is a last man - or woman," she looked at the few women sat around you in the audience, "standing raffle. Everyone's tickets are in that there top hat. We'll take them out one-by-one, and the last ticket picked gets the special prize. Don't fret none though, Apple Bloom's got lots of consolation prizes for everyone else. Ain't that right, sis?" "S-sure is!" Apple Bloom's words came slowly, as if it was a struggle to understand exactly what she was saying. "Now, with no further ado, let's kick off this rodeo!" Apple Bloom placed the top hat on a hay bale in the middle of the stage. She reached inside, pulled out a slip of paper, opened it up, and with some hesitation she read out: "Thirty-f-four!" "Aw, shoot!" You turned your head and saw a man several seats down with his ticket held high, shaking his head ruefully. Applejack laughed. "Aw, don't be sad now, sugar! Come on up here and claim your consolation prize!" The man was more than happy to do so. He was middle-aged, thick-set and unshaven. You recognized him, a delivery man for a local moving company. His grey dress shirt clung to his back with sweat, and he had a pie-sized damp patch under each armpit. He reached out to shake Applejack's hand as he got onto the stage. She took it, and kissed him on the cheek. "Well, darlin', what'll it be?" Applejack's voice was sweet as honey. "The standard, or somethin' special?" The man grinned and grunted, eyeing Apple Bloom like a piece of meat. "Something special, huh?" "If you want something different, as long as it's above the belt, I'm sure we can help you out..." He shrugged. "Nah, I'll have the standard." Applejack reached over and took the cap off Apple Bloom's head, making her jump. "You heard the man, Bloom." Even from your seat, you saw the young woman swallow. Slowly, clumsily, she got down onto her knees in front of the man. You could see her hands shaking as the man stepped forward and rubbed the thick bulge in his jeans against her cheek, running his fingers through her pale red hair. You felt a similar bulge in your own pants. "Now, this is Apple Bloom's first time at this, so she mightn't quite know exactly what she's doing," said Applejack, her voice playful, "but don't y'all worry, she's got her big sis here to help her out." She walked over and buried her face in the man's neck, kissing and nipping from his ear to his collarbone. The man stopped dry-humping the teenage girl's face and fiddled with his belt, grunting as he undid his pants. Apple Bloom didn't look particularly joyful at this turn of events. After half a minute of fumbling, the man pushed the line of his underpants down and pulled out his cock and balls. His uncircumcised cock was short but thick, his balls were heavy, and they were surrounded by a nest of wiry, unkempt pubic hair. His genitals had a sheen to them, a sweaty, greasy look that suggested that if he'd taken a shower today, it had been many hours ago indeed. You heard Apple Bloom gag out loud, and felt your own cock twitch. Apparently it smelled as clean as it looked. The man didn't seem to care. He wrapped her hair in his fingers again and pressed his cock against the bare skin of her face, the angry-red tip slapping against her forehead, the sweaty skin of his scrotum sticking on her cheek. She cringed, her eyes and mouth shut tight, but made no effort to resist. Above her, her sister was kissing the man deeply as he pawed at her tits with his free hand. Applejack broke her kiss, dropping to her knees. "Come on now, Bloom," she chided, "you can't tease him all night." "Um, sis, it-" the man continued to hump her face as she spoke, "-we got any wet-wipes? It kinda smells funny..." Applejack clicked her tongue. "Well shoot, that's what you're here for! By the time you get it nice and clean, this fella'll be just about ready to finish." "If you're sure, sis..." "I'm sure, Bloom. Start slow, lick it, just get your tongue all over it. Don't worry, big sis is right behind you if you get stuck..." With that, Applejack shuffled until she was behind her sister, her breasts pressing into her sister's back. She turned to wink at the audience, and then in one swift movement took Apple Bloom's earlobe in her mouth, and slipped a hand down the front of her jeans. Apple Bloom squeaked in shock at the twin sensations, teeth on her ear and fingers on her pussy. A cheer went up through the crowd, reminding her exactly where she was. She tried to hide her face as a reflex, which she did by pushing her face forward onto the man's cock. Whimpering, she looked up at him, and stuck out her tongue. You saw the man shut his eyes as Apple Bloom's pink tongue trailed along his cock. She started at the base, unwashed pubic hair tickling her nose, and slowly dragged her tongue up the man's short, thick shaft, over the ridge where the foreskin was pulled back, until she reached the tip. At the top she withdrew her tongue and closed her mouth, her face scrunching up as if she'd tasted something impossibly sour. She opened her mouth to take a deep breath, and sampled the man's fetid crotch-air, which made her gag. Once she had composed herself, she leaned forward again to take another lick. The whole audience, you included, watched intently as Apple Bloom bathed every inch of this man's cock with her tongue. From the corners of your eyes you could see others in the seats rubbing themselves through their pants, but you couldn't take your eyes off the scene. She grew used to the taste and smell, no longer heaving, only shivering occasionally as her sister played with her clit. Apple Bloom and the man let out a simultaneous moan as she took the head of his cock into her mouth. The thickness made her cheeks swell out as she bobbed on it gently. Her sister whispered something in her ear, but you couldn't make out what it was. There was an audible 'glrk!' as Apple Bloom pushed an inch deeper. The man groaned and grabbed a fist of her red hair, not pushing her down further, but not letting her slip backwards. She spluttered, sending strings of thick saliva spraying out between the cock and her soft lips around it. She lifted her hands and pushed against his thighs, desperate to break free. "Nope." Applejack's hands shot up and grabbed her sister's wrists, pinning them to her sides and cutting off her escape. Apple Bloom let out a muffled squeal as the cock continued to choke her. She thrashed, spluttered and drooled, but between her sister's hold on her arms and the man's deathgrip on her hair, she had nowhere to go. The man pulled out with a triumphant grunt, and began stroking his spit-slicked cock. As Apple Bloom coughed weakly, Applejack kissed her ear and resumed fingering her. "See? Betcha it don't smell so bad now, does it?" crooned Applejack. Apple Bloom sniffled. "N-no sis..." With a defeated sigh, she took the cock back into her mouth. For several minutes she continued to suck, her sister occasionally whispering advice as she did. The man grew increasingly excited. Applejack looked up at him, grinning lasciviously. "You havin' a good time up there?" she asked. "Uh-huh." "You're the first man my lil sis has ever sucked. Think she'll be a real good cock-sucker someday?" The man's hips twitched. "Yeah." "You like her eighteen-year old lips wrapped around your dick? Her cute lil' tongue licking sweat up off your big, fat balls?" "Yeah." "How 'bout you, sis? You ready for him to blow his load in your mouth?" "Gllmphh!" "Gettin' close..." Applejack yanked her sister's head back off the cock, and pushed her head an inch lower. "Slurp his nuts for the final stretch, sis!" With a whimper, Apple Bloom obeyed, slathering the man's balls with spit, cringing as his rough pubes dragged over her tongue. The man was swearing softly under his breath, stroking his cock rapidly while the beautiful young redhead suckled his balls. "Fuck!" The man pushed Apple Bloom's forehead back, so she looked directly upwards with her mouth open and tongue out, the tip of his cock resting on her bottom lip. Apple Bloom stared up with her clear green eyes. "Aaaah..." He began to cum. It was thick. Even from your seat you could see how dense it was, completely opaque white, not being shot out as much as being pushed out, every goopy, sludgy drop of it only moving forward because of the pressure of cum behind it. It oozed into the girl's mouth, each spurt clinging to the tip of the cock, moving forward only as another shot pulsed through his length and squeezed its way out of the tip. He didn't lack for quantity either; his stodgy sperm flowed out in the same volume as a normal man, just... slower. You'd never seen cum with that consistency. You wondered if she could swallow it, or if she'd need to chew it first. Your cock twitched at the thought. He wiped the last drop on her upper lip, her face already a rictus of disgust, and the drop of cum stretched out into an inch-long rope as he tried to pull away, before it finally collapsed into her mouth. He tried to pull his pants up, but Applejack stopped him. "Allow me," she said, taking the entire length of his half-hard cock in her mouth in one gulp. She slowly, carefully pulled backwards, looking into his eyes the entire time. The tip left her lips with a *pop*, sucked completely dry of cum. With a wink, she tucked his equipment back into his underpants, zipped his jeans, and buckled his belt. "Apple Family hospitality!" The man chuckled, blew her a kiss, and walked offstage on shaky legs. All eyes in the barn returned to Apple Bloom, still on her knees, still holding a double measure's worth of gloopy jizz in her mouth. She turned ninety degrees to face the audience as Applejack got down to her level and slung an arm around her shoulders. "Apple Bloom, why don't you show everyone here how much you appreciate their contribution tonight, and gulp that load down?" Apple Bloom nodded and closed her mouth, her cheeks bulging out like a chipmunk. The blush from earlier was gone, replaced by an almost green tint. You don't think she likes the taste. She scrunched her eyes shut and swallowed, her gullet moving to the wild applause of the crowd. Her hands were balled up into fists, held tight to her chest, and her whole body shook. She opened her eyes and breathed deeply through her nostrils, but you could see that there's still a considerable amount left in her mouth. "That's the hard part," said Applejack, "just a lil' more and you're good..." Apple Bloom closed her eyes... ...she breathed deep... ...let it slide-- *cough* "Apple Bloom!" The crowd erupted into laughter. The poor girl had tripped at the last minute, gagged, inhaled, turned to the side to spit it out, and spewed the remaining half-mouthful of jizz directly between her elder sister's tits. "...sorry sis," she mumbled, coughing weakly. Grumbling, Applejack undid the knot above her midriff, and shucked off the plaid shirt. Her breasts were perfect. Round, soft, golden tan, gravity-defyingly pert, a hint of freckles between them, delightfully stiff nipples. You'd long desired to bury your face in them. Judging from the reactions around you, you were not alone. She caught the thick slugs of cum in her fingers before they could run down her stomach and wiped them off on her breasts. The jizz was thick enough that it didn't simply soak into her skin; the gooey white lines were clearly visible. "Alright, Bloom, come over here and finish up," she said, gesturing to her cum-covered breasts. Apple Bloom groaned. "Aww, do I hafta?" "No shirking, sis! At least you ain't licking it up off the floor..." With a grumble, Apple Bloom ambled her way over and lapped at her sister's tits. Applejack cooed softly at the attentions, a blush rising in her cheeks. Apple Bloom stopped every few licks to swallow, sometimes struggling with the taste, but returning shortly after to continue her attentions. A thick dollop of cum topped each of her sister's nipples, and she sucked each one into her mouth until it was completely clean. Finally, she licked her lips, having swallowed every drop of the man's cum. Applejack stood up. "Give her a big hand, ladies and gents!" Apple Bloom remained on her knees as the whole barn applauded, you included. She seemed dazed. She could doubtless still taste the man's cum. She had never been with anyone before tonight. She hadn't even made out with a boy. Her firsts would all be tonight. She wouldn't have her first kiss with a shy jock with jet-black hair. She wouldn't look into her best friend's eyes as the singer slipped two fingers inside her for the first time. She wouldn't lose her virginity to a quirky librarian's assistant, biting his ear as he thrust inside her, running her hands through his green dye-job. She'd saved herself. Not intentionally, not even consciously, but she had. She would have those firsts with one of the people leering at her from the audience, probably a sweaty, middle-aged man who hadn't so much as washed his hands before making his way to the charity raffle. She'd have all those firsts with him because he paid a hundred bits for a raffle ticket, and she would be his prize, but only after she had spent the evening with her face buried deep in the crotch of every other person who bought a ticket. She knew that one of the people in front of her would have her. You hoped it would be you. In her daze, she hadn't even noticed her sister draw another lot from the hat. "Forty one!"
Apple Raffle, Part Two!The barn stunk of sex and sweat. Half the audience were watching the stage with a hand down their pants. The other half were stroking themselves openly. You included. Half a dozen tickets had gone by already. The sisters on stage were a sweaty mess, and Apple Bloom was still finding cum to be an acquired taste. She was getting a break of sorts, in that regard. "Eat my cunt, you little slut," hissed Mayor Mare. Apple Bloom was on her knees in front of her, and she'd grabbed two handfuls of the girl's red hair and pushed her face-first into her crotch. Despite the pain in her scalp, Apple Bloom licked away diligently, heeding the mayor's cruel instructions. Applejack was on stage too, kneeling behind Mayor Mare, her face buried in the older woman's ass. You could see the tendons in Applejack's neck bulge out as she stuck her tongue inside as deep as possible, digging and stretching her anus. The mayor seemed delighted with her efforts. You watched with interest as Mayor Mare's squeals reached a glass-frightening pitch, and after pulling Apple Bloom hard enough to almost rip out her hair, she sagged. Apple Bloom continued to lick softly until the mayor pushed her away, and the mayor let Applejack continue eating out her ass for a minute after that. The mayor picked up her skirt and slid it back up, but stopped before leaving the stage. "It would be crass of me to leave without giving a... substantial contribution for this young woman's efforts tonight!" She stood in front of Apple Bloom, spat in her open mouth, and then walked off the stage. Cheeks red with humiliation, Apple Bloom swallowed. "Eleven!" A middle-aged man with slicked-back hair climbed onto the stage. He kissed Applejack on both cheeks before he could get a word out. "Mister Rich! Well, fancy seeing you up here," she said, beaming. He chuckled softly His cock was already out, and he was stroking it at a disciplined pace. "A little earlier than I'd hoped, perhaps, but it's good to be here. And please, call me Filthy." "What can we do for you?" she asked, unbuttoning his silk shirt. "Don't be shy, now." "Honestly, dear, I'm close to blowing my load already. I want to give Apple Bloom a pearl necklace." "That can be arranged, Filthy." She strode behind her kneeling sister, grabbed the collar of Apple Bloom's ratty white t-shirt in both hands, and pulled. The v-neck ripped straight down the middle, revealing Apple Bloom's stomach, chest, and bra. With deft fingers, Applejack unhooked her sister's bra and threw it to the audience. It landed directly on your lap. Moments later your eyes returned to the stage, while you stroked your cock with the cheap white bra. Filthy Rich was jerking his cock frenetically as Apple Bloom tried her hardest to suck both of his balls into her mouth, all while Applejack teased and tugged on her sister's nipples. Filthy Rich finished without fanfare, spraying a dozen ropes of cum across Apple Bloom's perky tits. She leaned forward to suck the last drops from the tip, earning a pat on the head before Filthy left the stage. Then, Applejack was upon her, greedily lapping streaks of pearly jizz off of Apple Bloom's left breast. Once it was clean, she straightened up, cheeks bulging with sperm, and forced a kiss onto her sister. With a defeated moan, Apple Bloom accepted the mouthful of jizz, and swallowed it down. "...Salty," she muttered. "Fifteen!" The parade of lucky losers continued for some time, each walking up on stage to be serviced by an enthusiastic Applejack and an ambivalent Apple Bloom. Some finished quickly, Apple Bloom's eyes wide in shock as her mouth filled with unexpected cum, trails leaking from her nose and lips, all wiped up in her sister's fingers before being fed back to her. Others took their time, pumping their cocks in-and-out of her mouth for what seemed like an age, until her chin and cheeks visibly glistened with saliva. Most of them came directly in her mouth, and you watched her eyes scrunch up as she struggled to down the bitter, salty goo, but a few pulled out to spew their loads all over her face. Applejack was more than happy to lick it up and kiss it back to her. Two hours later, twenty tickets were gone. You hadn't expected to make it this far, but now you had a one-in-ten chance of a whole night with the girl on stage, who was currently spreading her former teacher's butt-cheeks as she ate out the woman's ass. You had already had to stop touching yourself to avoid blowing your load too early. Several audience members hadn't been so cautious, and had simply rubbed the spilled sperm into their half-hard shafts. Apple Bloom would taste it one way or another, it seemed. After Cheerilee collapsed into Applejack's arms and stumbled from the stage in post-orgasmic bliss, another man was called to the stage. He was lanky and pale, with a brown bowl-cut and buck teeth, and he was the only audience member younger than you. Applejack didn't bother with a handshake, she simply pulled the teenager's t-shirt off and started kissing his neck. "Good to see you, Featherweight," she said, before kissing her way down to bite and suck his nipples. He gave a thin groan as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It looked... strange. It was as thick as an average dick, perhaps a little thinner, but it was easily eight inches long. It looked like it had been stretched out, as if the middle part of his penis had just been swapped out, duplicated, and switched back in as some kind of prank. Apple Bloom looked at it warily, the taste of her former teacher's asshole still heavy on her tongue. Applejack cooed. "Look's like my lil' sis is gonna learn how to deep throat!" They wasted no time with licking or caressing, Apple Bloom simply let the cock slip between her lips and let Featherweight push it as deep as it would go. She managed a third before she backed off, hacking and coughing, and her sister immediately took her place, swallowing six inches with ease. Applejack pulled off, kissed the tip, and shoved her sister back onto it. "See sis? That's how you do it!" It took several minutes of struggles and whispered advice while Apple Bloom slobbered helplessly and failed to swallow the whole thing, but eventually, she reached the root. Her nose pressed into his pubes, his balls bulged against her chin, her lips formed a tight seal on the base of his dick, and Applejack's stern hand gripped her hair, keeping her pressed in deep. When he withdrew, Applejack held her sister in place, so that the tip of the cock stayed in her mouth. Drool spilled from Apple Bloom's mouth; Applejack quickly scooped it up, lapped it off her hand, and dribbled it back onto the top of the shaft. Then, she pushed her sister back down to the base. Apple Bloom gagged as she swallowed the dick, her lost spit, and her dignity. A few thrusts later, Featherweight climaxed with a feminine groan. His hips bucked forward, mashing his pubic bone against Apple Bloom's soft lips, his entire load spewing directly down her throat. You realized that this would be the one load of cum that Apple Bloom wouldn't taste tonight... You saw tears running down Apple Bloom's face as Featherweight pulled out, from pain or embarrassment you did not know. She sniffled and wiped them away, the next man already on stage and ready for his prize. This man finished quickly, filling the teenager's mouth after a few pumps, and so did the next man - too quickly in fact, his seed spraying over the stage itself as Apple Bloom sucked his balls. Once he had left the stage, Applejack didn't draw the next number. Instead, she made Apple Bloom get on all fours, her butt facing the audience, and pull her jeans down to her knees. Your cock throbbed as you looked at Apple Bloom's tight, virginal pussy and asshole, all while she lapped a strange man's seed off of the dusty stage floor. "Eighty-five!" yelled Applejack, continuing the raffle as her sister cleaned up, "Is that - Tex, that is you, come on up here!" The man rose from his seat and stepped onto the stage. The stage creaked. The man was in his fifties, had short grey hair under a ten-gallon hat, and could not possibly be described as "svelte." He was fat. When it rained, the tops of his boots stayed dry. He quickly removed his shirt, slacks, and underpants, though he kept the hat on. His penis didn't measure up to the rest of his body. It was twitchingly hard - no wonder, the way he was leering at the teenage girl kneeling before him - but both shorter and thinner than average. Between his bulging, oversized balls below and the gut that hung down from above, it was almost hidden. You heard a drip, and it was only then that you noticed how sweaty he was - sweat shone on every inch of his body, dripping off his nose, chest and elbows, running down the hill that was his belly and coalescing into a damp swamp in his pubic hair. He looked like he'd just stepped out of a swimming pool. Applejack kissed the man deeply, then bent down and trailed her tongue along his chest, licking through sweat and grey hairs before sucking on his nipple for a moment, which she released with a *pop*. "Don't you say a word, Tex, I've got something that'll suit you just fine. Apple Bloom..." Applejack grabbed her dazed younger sister by the hair and repositioned her. She was still on her knees, jeans and panties around her ankles, but she was leaning backwards with her chest thrust out, her neck hanging back, and her palms on the floor. Her soft red hair dangled downwards as she struggled to get comfortable, with her back arched and her tits and crotch thrust out as far as she could manage. The fat man giggled wetly as he bellied up to the girl. He lined up the tip of his diminutive prick with her mouth, shuffled forward, and groaned as his entire shaft disappeared between her lips. His sweaty body almost seemed to absorb Apple Bloom; her chin sunk deep into the soft fat of his navel, and his hairy, sweat-dripping balls covered her nose entirely. All she could see was flesh, balls, and the crack of the man's ass. He held his position for half a minute, revelling in the caresses of Apple Bloom's mouth and tongue, before withdrawing to leave only his tip inside. Because of his size, this didn't give the girl much breathing room, but you could still see her chest rising and falling as she desperately sucked in much-needed air through her nostrils, tainted though it was by the old man's body odor. Her respite was brief, and soon the man thrust back in, slowly shifting his hips to gently fuck in-and-out of the girl's mouth. "Lemme see if I can't help put on a show for the crowd tonight," said Applejack, licking her lips. She knelt down in front of her sister, looked to the crowd, and held up a hand. She made a show of putting her fingers in her mouth, sucking each one until it glistened with spit, so everyone in the audience could see it. Applejack grinned. "Y'all wanna see a real... shocker?" Her hand slipped between her sister's leg. You saw her wrist jerk upward as she bit down on Apple Bloom's nipple, and you knew that Applejack had just slipped two fingers in her sister's pussy and another two in her ass. Apple Bloom thrashed around, her scream of protest muffled into a blurted raspberry around the man's cock. Spit spewed from between her lips and dribbled down her face, forcing her to shut her eyes. As the man pulled out, her protests clarified into hacking and muffled mewling, with embarrassed trills as Applejack sucked her nipples and skillfully worked her fingers. The man withdrew his cock, not to give Apple Bloom any real respite, but for the opportunity to rub his balls over every inch of her face, and to make her lick the damp folds of skin where his groin met his thighs. He only pushed his cock back in when he was sure that the girl was entirely tainted with his musk. He came with a shout, pushing Apple Bloom's face into his flesh as far as she'd go as he blew his load. His cock was small enough that even buried deep as he was, she'd be tasting every drop of his cum. There was a tremendous snort as two ropes of cum shot out of her nostrils and dribbled down her face. Apple Bloom all but collapsed when he released her, coughing and hacking, bloodshot eyes and cum-glazed lips. Applejack pushed her out of the way to clean the man's cock, sucking the last drops of sperm free before licking up the stray drops that sprayed onto his balls. With a final suck on his nipple, she bade the man farewell, before returning to play with her sister. First, she made Apple Bloom lick her fingers clean - she did the ones that had been in her pussy with no complaints, but was less enthusiastic about the digits that had been in her ass - and then fed her the cum that had spilled from her lips and nose. Applejack stood up, but instead of picking another ticket from the top hat, she grabbed the microphone. "Alright, there's five tickets left, I think it's high time for a fifteen-minute break," she said. "Give y'all a chance to stretch your legs, get some fresh air, have a drink - I think lil' sis here sure needs something to settle her stomach!" The crowd laughed as Apple Bloom dry-heaved helplessly. Chairs creaked and lighters flicked as the audience took advantage of the intermission. You were ready for a break, too, but didn't feel like moving from your chair just yet. It was only after you watched Apple Bloom vomit the night's collected cum into a doggy bowl that you were ready to get up. Twenty-five down. Five to go.
Apple Raffle, Part Three!You returned to the barn half an hour later, ready for the final portion of the raffle. The two-dozen 'lucky losers' who had taken their turns already filed in alongside you, all keen to see Apple Bloom's first-ever charity event to its end. The atmosphere had changed. Before, it felt relaxed, if lusty. Now, there was a definite twinge of excitement and tension. Five contestants remained, and the seating had changed to reflect that. One single row of seats stood before the stage for you and your four 'rivals,' close enough to lean forward and touch the wood of the stage. All the other chairs had been rearranged in a semicircle around the edges of the barn for the others to look inwards, though many of them stood instead. The implication was clear: the final five were a part of the spectacle just as much as the Apple sisters were. You took your seat and glanced around, eyes wandering away from the empty stage. The barn was still swelteringly hot, and all of the spectators were in various states of undress. Most were sipping cider or eating snacks, purchased from the concession stand just outside the barn, operated by Filthy Rich's smirking, fully-dressed daughter. Several of the men were already jerking off. You saw one - the bulky deliveryman who had been the first to fuck Apple Bloom's mouth - rapidly waddle up to a wooden crate near the back of the room. After several moments of grunts and shudders, he walked away, and you saw what he had finished into: the doggy bowl of cum that Apple Bloom had recently "returned" several loads into. The men around you seemed eager to add to it. The lights above the stage dimmed, and a hush fell over the barn. The show was about to resume. You felt a flutter of nerves in your stomach, and the way your palms felt sweaty and your fingers slipped against each other couldn't be entirely blamed on the heat of the room. You glanced at the other four finalists. You recognized three of them instantly. Thunderlane sat next to you, an athletic and enormously perverse weather technician who was roughly your age. Next to him was a middle-aged couple, but you knew them. Everyone in Ponyville knew Mr and Mrs Cake. You'd seen the fourth, but couldn't place him. A garbageman, maybe? Drums rolled, curtains parted, a cheer went up. Two figures walked back out on stage, shining under the stage lights. Apple Bloom had been cleaned up, but still looked a little queasy. The spit, sperm, tears and dirt that had built up on her face had all been washed away, and her fine red hair was still damp from a quick wash. Her cheeks were pale and her eyes glassy, but her lips were bright red, painted with the cheapest, tackiest, trashiest red lipstick available in Ponyville. She didn't appear so hot and flustered this time, though that might have been due to her state of undress: she wore nothing but a pair of plain white cotton panties. Every other inch of her skin, from her athletic thighs to her calloused hands to her pert, underdeveloped breasts, was completely uncovered. She held the top hat loosely at her side, nervously walking forward to the bed of scattered straw downstage. Applejack was dressed far less modestly, if that was possible. She wore her knee-high cowboy boots and nothing else, strutting forward with her chest pushed out, spurs clinking with every step. At the front of the stage, she stood with her legs apart, trailed a hand down her stomach, over her neat golden bush, and slipped a finger in her pussy. She lifted the finger high, glistening with her juices, and sashayed over to her sister. Apple Bloom obediently opened her mouth and sucked the finger clean. The crowd cheered, and you were hard again. "Howdy, y'all," said Applejack, grinning as her sister continued to suck her finger, "I sure am glad to see y'all here, we've had one heck of a rodeo so far tonight, and it's only gonna get better for the last few rounds. We've got five ticket holders left-" she gestured to the front row with her free hand, her eyes meeting yours for a moment, "-four of which are gonna have a lil' fun with Bloom and me, and one of which who'll get us all to his-or-herself, all night long. Are y'all ready?" You heard yourself shout 'yes!' in response, but you weren't concentrating on that. Your hand was wrapped around your cock, and your eyes were locked on the two beauties on stage. Apple Bloom relinquished the finger, dipped her hand into the hat, and pulled out a slip. "Three!" she said, then coughed. Her voice was hoarse. You didn't need to wonder why. You heard giggling. "Pass!" cried Mrs Cake. Applejack glared at her, hands on hips, but she couldn't hide a smirk. "You're slipping off onto Carrot's ticket, huh? Well now, normally I'd call that a lil' unsporting, but-" her eyes lingered for a moment on Mr Cake's crotch, "-I guess I'll let it pass. This time." The Cakes gave a pair of tipsy thumbs-up, and settled back in their seats. Apple Bloom shrugged, and drew another slip. "Twenty!" "That's me." Thunderlane stood up, grinning, as the crowd cheered him on. He was buck naked, but you hadn't looked at him until you watched him walking up and onto the stage. The tips of his blond hair were still blue from when he had last dyed it, styled into stiff spikes on top and cropped close at the sides. Muscles rippled under his olive skin. Two years ago, he'd had the ripped, skin-on-muscle magazine-cover body that most athletic young men reached in their late teens, but now he had a thin layer of softness over his torso - not enough that you couldn't clearly see his abs, but he no longer looked like he'd been carved from teak. His cock was erect, and slapped against the sparse trail of hair between his groin and his navel. It lived up to the rest of his appearance. At least as big as yours. Maybe a quarter inch longer? You decided to stop thinking about it. "What can we do for you, hon?" asked Applejack, but Thunderlane wasn't looking at her. He was looking right into Apple Bloom's golden eyes. He lifted a hand and brushed a lock of red hair out of her face, before resting his palm on her cheek. "H-hey..." Apple Bloom trailed her fingers over the back of his hand. The blush had returned to her cheeks, bringing out her freckles. "You, uh, want me to - mmhm!" She squeaked as Thunderlane kissed her deeply, then closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. He pulled her close, one hand on her lower back, the other running through her hair, their chests pressed together as she stood on tip-toes to reach him, his hard shaft sandwiched between their navels. He was gentle, almost slow, and Apple Bloom soon pushed forward for more, eagerly slipping her tongue between his lips and wrapping her arms around him. They kissed for a full minute, and when it broke, a string of saliva connected their two mouths for a moment before snapping and falling onto her chin. She gazed up at him, her eyes lidded, and he placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Then, he placed a hand on top of her head, pressing gently until she buckled her legs, got down to her knees, and began to lavish his cock with licks and kisses. Thunderlane hissed with pleasure as Apple Bloom lapped at the head and lazily stroked the shaft with one hand. "My lil' bro is always talking about you," he murmured, "I guess this is why..." Apple Bloom's response was unintelligible, muffled as she pressed her open mouth to the underside of the shaft, molded her lips around it, and suckled at it. She had been taught several tricks by the twenty-odd men she'd just blown, and this time her sister wasn't forcing her head painfully deep onto the shaft. The cock twitched under her ministrations, the soft licks of her tongue, her cute, needy kisses, the warmth of her mouth as she sucked in the tip. Her head moved against the motions of his hips, forcing herself down as he pushed forward, pulling away as he withdrew, but he wasn't yet interested in grabbing her head and reaming out her throat like most of the others tonight. He smiled down at her, stroking her hair as she gazed up at him adoringly. Cowboy boots clacked on the wooden floorboards as Applejack sauntered up to them. She whispered into Thunderlane's ear, "Havin' fun there, stud?" "Uh-huh." He stroked Apple Bloom's cheek as she valiantly tried to swallow more than a third of his length. Applejack's lips grazed his ear, and her hand grazed his chest. "Anything we can do to make tonight real special for ya?" "Heh, nothing above the belt." You could almost feel Applejack's grin. "That's the rules for Apple Bloom, sugar. If there's somethin' you want, nothin' saying I can't help ya out..." "Oh." Thunderlane was looking down, his attention split between the siren whispering depraved offers and the innocent farmgirl on her knees before him, licking his balls as she stroked his cock. "There - I might have one little, uh..." "Anything." "I've got a thing for feet." "Well," she looked down at her sister, "I think we can accommodate this here gentleman, don't you, Bloom?" "Mhm-hmm!" Apple Bloom nodded her head, her mouth filled with his balls. Applejack led him over to the messy pile of hay on the center stage, and Apple Bloom crawled after him, trying to keep her tongue in contact with his groin. He sat down, patted the younger sibling on the head, and beckoned her upwards. She shuffled upwards to make out with him, his hand groping her boyish ass while she humped her panty-clad pussy against his hips. As they fooled around, Applejack began to take off her boots. They were laced up tight, perfectly molded to her muscular calves, and it took some fidgeting to loosen the laces. Once they had been loosed, the zips on the back had enough give to whirr open down to her ankles. You could hear the leather peel off her skin, clammy with sweat. Even undone, her boots were too snug to slip off, and she had to sit down on the wooden boards to wriggle them loose with her hands. Thunderlane didn't mind the wait; he was having plenty of fun with Apple Bloom. She had a hand on each of his cheeks as she made out with him, all but eating his face, and the sensual rolling of her hips had turned into desperate, dog-like humping. It was the most fun she'd had all night, by the look of it. He seemed equal parts amused and turned on by the display, idly stroking his cock. "Gotcher!" With a thunk, Applejack pulled off her right boot, shortly followed by the left. She wore no socks; her feet glistened with sweat and there was an orange tint to her arches where they had rubbed against the damp leather all day. It took a second for the smell to hit you. She was five yards away, but her feet might as well have been five inches from your nose. Damp, vinegary leather, stale fruit rotting at the bottom of a trash can, cheese left in the refrigerator for a month too long, all carried in the same thick, humid air that swam with the stink of sweat, sex, and cum. Your nose wrinkled. If you were lucky enough to win, you thought, she was going to have to shower first. Thunderlane broke his kiss and looked up. "What died?" "Your hopes of gettin' a footjob, if you get smart with me." "Do you even take them off at night?" "Sometimes." You saw her sniff, and her own nose wrinkled. "Might be you've got a point. You want Bloom to lick 'em clean, first?" "Nah. Afterwards." He bit down on Apple Bloom's ear, as she moaned with humiliation. Applejack scootched over until she was sat next to him, stretched her neck and back, and carefully placed her feet in his lap. He held his dick at the base so it pointed directly at the ceiling, and she wrapped both feet around it, holding the dick between her toes and the balls of his feet. Slowly, carefully, she worked her feet upwards. Her toes wriggled as she made her way up the shaft, the collected sweat just slick enough to let the pads of her feet slide up the sides, until her big toes pressed against the head. She slid one big toe and then the other over the tip, dexterously pressing the calloused skin into his most sensitive part, until a bead of precum welled up at the slit. With a giggle, she used her toe to rub the slick liquid over the head, making the bright red skin glisten under the stage lights. He threw his head back and groaned as Apple Bloom nibbled on his neck. It was clear that he wasn't going to last long, as Applejack worked her feet masterfully over his shaft. He sat almost upright, propped up on his hands as Apple Bloom nuzzled and kissed him, his hand groping her body practically as an afterthought. His eyes were locked on Applejack, her brow scrunched in concentration, the tip of her tongue sticking out from between her lips as she slid her feet up and down, her toes responding to his every twitch, thrust and groan as if there was a mental link between their minds. She sped up. You could see him muttering under his breath. His eyes were unfocused, his gaze was somewhere around Applejack's feet as they executed a miniaturised gymnastics routine on his cock. Her toes and his tip were glazed with precum now. Apple Bloom kissed his cheek, and then kissed her way down to lick and suck his nipple. Applejack was smirking again. "You like my feet, huh? You gonna bl-" He came. The first jet shot directly upwards in an arc, and landed back down on his chest and stomach, pearly and creamy like freshly-mixed icing. Applejack quickly moved her feet up, her toes from one foot massaging the twitching head as her toes from the other arched over it, catching the next thick shot of jizz on her wiggling digits. His hips thrust up as he came, his penis pushing up between her toes and sending spurts of cum up to land on her arches, causing her to kick upwards and catch the next spurts on her soles. He was still cumming. You considered asking him about his diet. His orgasm faded, but even as it did, jizz continued to pulse from his cock, no longer shooting out but welling up at the tip before running thickly down the shaft. With childlike glee, Applejack cleaned it up, rubbing away every drop and rivulet into her calloused soles and heels. Applejack pulled her knees to her chest, lifted her feet in the air, and wiggled her toes, displaying her pink, cum-dripping digits to the audience. The audience stopped masturbating long enough to applaud. "Okay, Apple Bloom, it's cleanup time!" Apple Bloom didn't say a word, but crawled over on all fours until her body was laid over Thunderlane's left leg, her head was next to his crotch, and her pussy was pressing into his ankle. She smiled up at him, and then lowered her head to lick, kitten-like, at his sticky, sweaty cock. She could surely taste her sister's feet on his skin, but she made no sign or protest and simply lapped at his softening cock until all the bitter, salty fluids had been licked away, replaced with the clear taste of fresh saliva. She placed a gentle kiss on the tip, and lowered her head to lap his balls again. After a minute of this, Applejack loudly cleared her throat. Apple Bloom paused for a moment, and then continued. "Bloom." No response. Thunderlane stroked her red hair as she licked away. "Apple Bloom! Quit dilly-dallying, you've still got clean-up to do," said Applejack. Apple Bloom huffed as she straightened up. This time, the displeasure was clear on her face. She had no enthusiasm for this next part. She approached her sister's proffered feet, but stopped an inch short of them, her lips pursed tight and her face scrunched up in disgust. It must have smelled pretty bad, you thought. She cringed as Applejack pushed her foot forward, dabbing a blob of cum on her nose from her big toe. With great hesitation, Apple Bloom stuck out her tongue, placed it on her sister's heel, and slowly dragged it upwards, leaving a long streak of clean skin in her wake. A blob of cum and sweat pooled up the tip of her tongue. When she reached the ball of the foot, she placed her lips over the blob, slurped up the mess, and swallowed. A shudder ran through her from head to toe, and she stayed in place for a moment, shoulders hunched and breathing hard, until the threat of her sister's messy feet being wiped in her hair compelled her to lick again. Applejack cooed as her sister lapped slime up from her feet, first one, and then the other, but soon became impatient and began pushing her heels roughly into her face. "C'mon, sis, get the toes..." The cum was thickest on her toes, practically shining under the lighting, stretching and webbing between each digit as she wiggled them. Apple Bloom mumbled with displeasure but moved forward, first wrapping her lips around the little toe, sucking the salty, bitter jizz off of it and then working her way inwards. Her tongue wove between the middle toes, flitting back in to swallow more of the disgusting sweat and cum, and once she reached the big toe, she placed a kiss on it before taking it into her mouth. Her head bobbed as she worked the toe, servicing it in the same way she had sucked the head of Thunderlane's cock a short while before. Applejack bit her lip, blushing. "Aw, you know I love the way you suck my toes, you lil' whore..." Apple Bloom didn't answer or look up, she simply switched feet and began to suck up the last remnants of the cum. She pulled away afterwards, clearly nauseous, and didn't resist when Thunderlane walked up behind her, wrapped her soft red hair around his dick, and used it to wipe away the sweat from his crotch. Applejack found this hilarious, and insisted on doing the same thing with her feet as Thunderlane walked offstage. Sullen, Apple Bloom got up to fetch the top hat, looking like she'd been dragged backwards through a bush. Three tickets left. You couldn't wait.
