Hopping merrily into a puddle, Apple Bloom skipped on her way back home from school. Despite the downpour the pegasi scheduled for the morning, the sun was shining its happy face all over Equestria, and Apple Bloom beamed back at it as she skipped, her mane and tail bobbing.

Spring was in full swing. Not a cloud hung in the sky. With the air freshly scrubbed by the morning rain, the scents of flowers and apples filled the air, and Apple Bloom joyfully took a little break to dip her nose into a friendly flower. Passing by vegetable patches, she neared her home which sat on the top of a hill dotted by several barns of different sizes.

“Hey Applejack!” The young little filly shouted to her older sister, who was tending to the vegetables.

“Howdy, A.B.” The young southern mare greeted, “I fix’d some lunch just inside for ya,” she said, pausing in her work.

Apple Bloom grinned, “Thanks, A.J.! I sure could use somethin’ good,” the yellow filly cantered into the farmhouse in anticipation.

What she found was a regular daffodil sandwich with some apple jam. In several chomps, there was nothing left of the sandwich, and the young filly, after washing the meal down with some water and setting her saddlepack aside, trotted back into the yard. She found Applejack clutching a hoe, hard at work.

“So,” Apple Bloom started, snagging a carrot from a nearby pile and taking a bite, “I s’ppose y’ don’t mind me hangin’ out with the girls today, do ya?” She spoke around the carrot.

The orange mare rounded on her sister, “Apple Bloom, you know you shouldn’t take from the sales stock.”
Apple Bloom looked away, “Er... sorry big sis,” she couldn’t help it! She was a growing filly after all! “...but, can I go, sis, can I?”

“Er... yeah...” Applejack shifted her eyes, as if distracted. She rubbed her hind legs together and her eyes glazed over.

The younger pony cocked her head to the side, curious at the sudden change in attitude, “Uh, A.J. ... sumthin’ wrong?”

Applejack didn’t respond for a few seconds, shutting her eyes in a look of annoyance. It was about this time Apple Bloom noticed a faint scent in the air unlike any she had smelled before.

“Applejack?” She sniffed a couple times, getting impatient, “Applejaaaa-”

“Huh? I’m fine! Just dandy!” Applejack seemed to recover, “Yes, now y’all run along and play. Just be back by supper so you can help prepare, y’hear?”

“Alright! Thanks A.J.” Apple Bloom turned to leave, “Hey, do ya’ll smell that?”

Applejack ushered her sister to leave, “Don’t worry about that, now, go on and play with Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo.”

Apple Bloom clopped away from the farm, but looked back at her waving sister to notice her hind legs held oddly close together.

The trot to the clubhouse gave her a lot of time to ponder the strange smell and the odd behavior in her sister at the same time. For some reason, smelling the odor too much made the filly fidgety. She tried to ignore it, trying to think of ways for she and her friends to earn their cutie marks.

Springtime birds chirped away as the young filly went along. Parting some bushes, the remote treehouse came into view, and though she didn’t hear any voices, she knew her friends would be waiting inside.

“Hey girls,” Apple Bloom greeted on her way in, wiping her little hooves on a mat she had scavenged. Her friends were busy scribbling doodles and notes on some scrap paper.

“Hey, Apple Bloom,” Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle lazily chimed back.

“Bored already?”

“Augh! There has to be something cool we can do today!” said Scootaloo, frustrated at Apple Bloom’s remark.

“And safe,” Sweetie Belle happily added, getting a look from her orange pegasus friend.

Apple Bloom walked over with a hmm, not paying much attention. In silence, the filly touched her chin with hoof and started, “Any uh y’all smell that...smell in the air?”

Her friends looked at each other in confusion, then took a few sharp sniffs. Sweetie Belle scrunched her face up, “Yeah, it smells kind of like...crotch?”

“Huh?” Scootaloo exclaimed, “No it doesn’t, it’s more like smelly socks,” the pegasus suddenly got up with her tiny wings spread and a look of concern, “what is it?”

There was something about the pressing question that halted the discussion. It was like the scent had taken over the clubhouse, and the fillies could only swim in its odd but inviting flavor.

After the moment, Apple Bloom shook her head, “What’s wrong with us? Girls, I think we should check on my sis. She was actin’ mighty strange right before I left, so maybe the smell got to her too!”

“Alright! Finally something to do!” Scootaloo piped up, trying to get her mind off of the smell that permeated the air.

The trio trotted outside, and began trip back the the Apple family farm.

“By the way,” Apple Bloom began, “Ya both have it wrong. Sometimes I go into Big Macintosh’s room when I hear some strange noises coming from it, and I smell the ‘xact same thing. Just can’t fathom why it seemed to spread so far all ‘f a sudden.”

“Strange noises?” Scootaloo objected, “what kind of strange noise?”

Apple Bloom cocked her head, “well, it sounded like... a shufflin’ sound, like
bed sheets bein’ moved around. Big Mac tells me to leave him alone when he hears me.”

Scootaloo giggled, “Oh yeah? Hehe! You know, there’s only a few things ponies do in bed.”

“Oh, hush,” Apple Bloom blushed, considering that for the first time and knowing next to nothing about those kinds of relationships.

With a break in the conversation, Sweetie Belle chimed in, “We~ll,” a blush starting to break through her own fur, “I still say it smells like crotch.”

The others laughed. Scootaloo said in between giggles, “Whose crotches have you been sniffing, lately?”

“W-well I’m just saying, crotches just smell that way,” the young filly looked away, embarrassed, “Like that’s what they’d smell like if you smelled one.”

Apple Bloom thought about it, “hmmm, well there might be some truth in that,” the filly’s mind spun, and made a connection: pony relationships in bed involve their crotches. However, nothing about the smell being all over made any sense.

One thing was clear, though: seeing if everypony at the farm was okay.

The three fillies came upon the yard to finding no sign of Applejack outside. Apple Bloom noticed the hoe her sister was using was in the same place where she left her.

“Maybe she’s on a break?” Sweetie Belle suggested.

“That’s way too long a break,” Apple Bloom said, “Especially for Applejack.”

They marched inside the house where they heard somepony’s muffled moans from upstairs.

“What is that?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Sounds like somepony’s hurtin’” Apple Bloom said nervously, “Could be my sister!”

“Well if she needs help, we have go help her!” Sweetie Belle said.

The stairs creaked against the flight of three fillies rushing to the second story. Following the groans coming from Applejack’s room, they rushed the door in panic.

“Applejack!” Apple Bloom yelled, bursting into the room with her two friends. Said pony yelped in surprise, frantically hoofing at the bed sheets to cover herself up, “Are you alright, A.J.?”

“W-Wh-What’s all the commotion about?!” A.J. shouted, confused.

“We heard somepony moaning so we came to see if we could help,” Sweetie Belle explained, “Are you okay, Applejack?”

Stupefied by her situation, the orange farm pony looked between the three young ponies searching for an explanation that would satisfy the foals’ curiosity.

Apple Bloom walked up to her sister with a look of concern, “A.J., if you need us to help with anything, we’re here.”

The pony couldn’t stay quiet forever, with a sigh she got out of bed and looked at each of the fillies, “I’m fine, li’l sis, girls, but y’all shouldn’t bust in on ponies like that. T’aint polite, y’hear?”

“Sorry, Applejack, but we were only trying to help, and it sounded like you were in pain,” Sweetie Belle squeaked.

“Yeah,” Scootaloo said, “and what was with all the moaning?”

“I, uh,” Applejack stuttered, “i-It don’t matter, see? I’m fine,” The three fillies indeed didn’t see anything wrong with the mare, but they all had the feeling that she was hiding something.

“Now, why don’t y’all git along and play?” she continued, with a hint of annoyance to her tone. She herded the fillies out of the house and the three ponies decided not to press her further.

The girls cantered away, questions added to their mystery, soon to be forgotten by the inviting warmth of the sun.

The girls played all afternoon, strange smells abandoned, and afterwards, Apple Bloom had to say goodbye to her friends to get home for dinner. The sun hung low on the horizon coloring the countryside orange with its glow and casting long shadows on the dusty paths. Apple Bloom was starving and couldn’t wait to dig into some carrot stew or salad. She thought back to her barging in on her sister earlier that day, and she was convinced that the scent, which she could still smell, was what had affected her sister. It could still be affecting her, as well as maybe other mares in town!

At dinner, Apple Bloom was distracted by her sister and brother being distracted. Nopony said much besides discussing work in the fields and the prices of produce. She thought about bringing it up, but decided it might not be appropriate. Afterwards, Apple Bloom did some homework, then fell into bed. Lights went off in the house, and soon it was full of four sleeping ponies.

However, two of them could not stay asleep. Apple Bloom awoke hearing voices from down the hall, so she slid out of bed to investigate. The voices grew louder with every step toward Big Macintosh’s room, and nearing the door, the young filly was sure it was her siblings’ voices. They were grunting and moaning loudly together. Apple Bloom was afraid she’d get caught, so she quietly crept up to the door and nudged it open just a hair.

In the moonlight, what she saw made her heart jump into her throat. Her brother had mounted her sister on the bed and was rocking back and forth against her haunches. At her angle, Apple Bloom could tell exactly what Big Macintosh was hammering in and out of Applejack, and the little filly felt butterflies flop around in her stomach. She watched as her sister was mercilessly pounded in seeming eagerness, both ponies’ faces scrunched up.

Apple Bloom became light-headed, and she eased herself to the ground. She continued watching through the door at her panting and heaving siblings, and coupled with the everlasting aroma wafting through the house, Apple Bloom became very aroused. Her eyes hooded, she reached her forehoof to her underside as if to relieve an odd itch. She found her soft, sensitive filly parts and she gasped at the touch. With a twisted face, she started rubbing up and down her tiny slit, glancing at her sister’s and brother’s progress. The copulating equines’ voices as well as their speed had intensified. Apple Bloom felt something wet on her hoof, and reluctantly tore it away from her sex to check. Surprisingly, her hoof was drenched with hot girl-juice, and the girl scrunched up her face in worry because of the strange stuff coming out of her.

Applejack’s and Big Macintosh’s cries called the filly’s attention back to the action, and she noticed Big Mac’s thrusting had become deeper and harder. Shoving her hoof back down to her crotch, Apple Bloom gazed at her big brother and imagined him doing the same to herself, unconsciously intensifying her rubbing.

Forcing an eye open during her cringing pleasure, she watched the red stallion fling himself into the mare while latching onto her back. With one final cry, the ponies relaxed. The stallion rested the side of his head against his lover. Apple Bloom’s hoof rubbed harder and faster, and she couldn’t keep little meeps of ecstasy from escaping her lips. In her head, Applejack and Big Mac were on an endless loop, feeding her foal-slot an itch that just kept getting stronger.

Her gasps and groans kept coming, and soon enough, her body became electrified, her fur prickling up and her pussy convulsing in hot spasms, squeezing out more filly juice. She felt exhausted and sweaty, and she panted heavily on the ground with her hoof still pressed against her sex.

“Apple Bloom?”

Apple Bloom’s eyes shot open at her sister’s voice and her heart skipped a beat. Scrambling, the yellow filly abandoned all thought in a beeline for her bedroom. Under the cover and security of her blankets, the young girl cooled off and collected her thoughts.

Whatever it was going on here was far from normal.

Author's Note

Goodole fashion masturbation