Sister Act

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.