AppleBloomers

Scootaloo slammed her hooves down into a puddle. It was looking too threateningly calm for her taste. Sweetie Belle gasped into a giggle as she dodged the splash.

“Scootaloo! Haha!”

“I’ll get you next time, silly filly!” Scoots cackled.

Apple Bloom caught a few droplets in her face as her friends horsed around. She caught Scootaloo by surprise when she hoofed a splash head-on.

“Eeek! Apple Bloom!” Scoots quickly flanked her friend and sprayed her back, laughing. The three erupted into a puddle fight, aiming to get the other drenched by puddle water, mirthfully blowing off steam from a week of irrepressible sexual arousal. The three fillies burst into the CMC clubhouse dripping, but none the worse for wear.

Scootaloo plucked her medal of recognition and was the first to set it on the club's display table. She said, “Well girls, it’s official: we’re heroes of Ponyville! Woohoo!” They cheered and the other two set their medals down alongside.

Sweetie Belle leaked a spritz of magic from her horn as she squealed, “Town heroes! We’re just like Rarity and her friends now! And I think we did a good job, too.”

“It sure feels like it,” Apple Bloom sat on her haunches, “I know I haven’t felt any urges back there.”

“Yep! Everything feels cooler and, well, back to normal since yesterday,” Scootaloo said, “Man that was a weird week.”

Sweetie giggled, “You can say that again, but it was also pretty fun, too, looking back,” she said, “I got a coltfriend out of it, hehe!”

“Oh yeah, weren’t you gonna meet Sun Drop after this?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Yeah! He thought we should go bowling together, but I wasn’t very good that one time when we went,” Sweetie remembered bashfully.

“Well at least you didn’t make the ball ricochet across the whole room, haha!”

“Ricochet?”

“You remember how it bounced around on all the walls? That was kinda weird, too, like, that ball was pretty heavy!” Scoots took a deep breath, and she continued, “Anyway, it was also pretty scary, this week. I’m really glad it’s over.”

“Aww, hun, you know we both got your back,” Apple Bloom put a hoof on her friend’s shoulders in comfort, “If’n you need anything, talk, company, anything, you know you can come to us.”

“Aw, I know,” Scootaloo smiled and nuzzled her friend, “You’re both the bestest friends to have.” Sweetie joined in on the nuzzles, adding her own hoof to the filly’s back. Scoots sniffled and shook her head as she felt embarrassing droplets forming on her eyes, “But it’s all over now. I think I can get over it. What about you two? I still feel bad for leading you both to that ...monster that Twilight Sparkle was keeping in her home.”

“Yeah, I think we can get over that, too,” Sweetie said, “I think what you went through was a lot worse.”

“Uh, this could sound crazy but, did either of you feel like that thing was like, sizin’ us up?” Apple Bloom asked, struggling to come up with the right phrase.

“I don’t think it sounds crazy. It was magic after all, heh!” Scootaloo remarked, “But yeah, it did feel like that thing was trying smaller tips every time,” she shuddered as a thought came to her, “If it didn’t I… I don’t know. We might have ended up in Ponyville General. If it was like that… like that stallion’s…”

As both Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom wrapped their forelegs around Scootaloo, all three couldn’t help but imagine those vines stuffing up their holes, but three times the size that they got. It wouldn’t have just hurt, it would have been worse! Apple Bloom in particular was thinking about her brother.

“Imagine if it was all Big Mac’s,” the pony thought aloud.

"Pfft! Bahahahaa!” Scootaloo guffawed, unable to stop her laughter, “y-your b-brother?!”

Sweetie chuckled, blushing. She was imagining a room full of Big Mcintosh clones, each with a big trunk hung beneath his large barrel. The fantasy sent a shiver up her spine and a warmth in her rear, and she blushed deeper.

Apple Bloom’s face was beet red as she tried explaining away her little imagination, stammering buts, y’sees, actuallies, I means, and the like. This only caused Scootaloo to laugh even harder! The Apple filly pouted, but she kept thinking about her brother’s big stallionhood ever since she had seen it yesterday. She had thought it was strange that he didn’t even try to hide it from her, like maybe he had gotten used to it always being out. Last night, she touched herself, even though the stimulating scent was gone. It felt like the scent had come back when she started thinking of her big brother. As she hoofed herself, she saw his penis bouncing in the air while he walked. She saw his hard muscles pulling the cart full of apples and the sweat sheen on his coat. She remembered the beginning of the week when he pushed that big thing into her big sister, and it made her filly folds fill up and gush. Last night, she couldn’t hold back her hoof edge from digging against her slit as her thoughts went to the vine monster at Twilight’s or to Sweetie’s coltfriend. Shouldn’t she think about those things? Is it bad for a filly to think those things? All her life she was told that good fillies wait until they’re older to talk about those things. She was told that good young fillies don’t fool around with private parts, not their own nor her friends. But why not if it felt so good? Apple Bloom shook her head in attempt to shake off the embarrassment. Her reminiscence of last night’s session made her rear feel hot.

After waiting for Scootaloo’s hoots of laughter to wear off, Apple Bloom wondered aloud, “Is it so bad? Is it that weird to think about me and my brother…” she said, hesitating, afraid to finish the thought aloud.

Scootaloo suppressed a snicker by nibbling on her foreknee, “Apple Bloom… you want your brother’s cock!”

Bloom faltered, “Weh-... I-... I mean!” Scootaloo was right, even though. Even though! “It… It couldn’t possibly fit!”

“But you were thinking it!” Sweetie spoke, “Like what if it magically fit, right?”

Bloom’s mouth scrunched up, then let out a sigh in defeat, “Awwwww fine, you’re right. But I just can’t stop thinkin’ about it!” She fidgeted her forehooves together.

Sweetie Belle was lost in a thought, until she finally asked in earnest, “What even gave you this idea in the first place?”

Apple Bloom gulped, “Well. I really shouldn’t say,” the filly turned aside.

After a moment of consideration, Scootaloo made a smug grin, then she stuck her snout against Sweetie’s ear. The curls on the pubescent unicorn’s mane would have curled tighter if they could, while her face grew hot and her eyes bugged out.

“Big Mac and Applej-!” Sweetie caught herself.

Apple Bloom bit her bottom lip. Her gaze shifted back and forth nerbously. She looked as if she would start talking a few times. Finally, Sweetie Belle walked in front of her friend, trying on a devilish smirk.

“Did Applejack and Big Mac… do it?” She asked.

Smiling, Scoots joined in, “That’s what you saw on Monday night, wasn’t it?”

Apple Bloom nodded slowly, “Please keep this a secret, please!” she whispered, hoarse.

Scootaloo raised her hoof to her chest, crossing it in a solemn swear, “It’s a Crusader Secret, then,” she nodded, a surge of pride coarsed through the young pegasus’s spine as she emulated her surrogate sister, Rainbow Dash, in a show of loyalty. She turned and gave Sweetie a hearty hoof to the flank, “Right, Sweetie Belle?”

“Crusader Secret!” Sweetie copied the oath, then covered her sweet smile as she giggled.

Apple Bloom let out a breath she was holding in, “Thanks, both of you. We can’t have that going around town, now.”

Sweetie giggled, embarrassed, “Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if that came out about this week,” she said as she crossed her legs.

The other two laughed in awkward agreement, “But still,” Bloom affirmed, crossing her heart like the others, “Crusader Secret!”

“Well then, now you have to try it!” Sweetie Belle encouraged, “Why not? He’s fine with it with Applejack, right?” she reasoned, “Somewhere in that big guy’s head says that sisters are okay! So, just use your girlish charm on him, he’s gotta fall for it!”

Apple Bloom went on with her day with Sweetie Belle’s and Scootaloo’s words echoing through her head. For some reason, Scoots wasn’t on board with Sweetie right away, but Apple Bloom could see why she wasn’t, given the first part of that conversation. However, all of this was still stupid! She imagined how she would do it. Go to Big Mac after their play time and just tell him that she wanted it? Stupid stupid stupid! After all, they hadn’t been with her yesterday when she fetched the lamp.

At dinner, a conversation of expressions was had between Big Mac, Applejack, and Apple Bloom, as they listened to their aged Granny Smith try to make sense of the last week. The three siblings exchanged glances as they heard their elder talking about smells, absences, odd comings and goings, and the young schoolfoals having too much time off. She said things like codswallop, hogwash, and the other things old ponies say.

What was that? Apple Bloom thought suddenly. Had she just caught Big Mac staring at her? Was he looking at my butt? Big Mac’s excellent poker face had looked away only a second after he noticed her. She blushed and took a large bite of her salad, crunching and grinding through it quickly. Maybe this quest would not be as hard-Difficult!- as she had imagined.

At night, the girl was hard-pressed to fall asleep. She was fantasizing about sneaking into her brother’s room like her sister had done. She didn’t want to do anything, just sleep next to him and see if he woke up. Ponyfeathers, I want to do something with him! She thought. She reached down to check herself, seeing that she was already getting wet. Without the smell, she knew she could just ignore it, try to quiet her mind, and try to fall asleep. She knew that everything would be fine if she just went to sleep, and that her brother would never need to know that she was a bad little sister for thinking dirty...sexy... thoughts about him.

She could feel the knot in her stomach as she began to realize that her hooves were pushing the covers off her and bringing her to the floor. She took a deep breath, trying to quiet her nerves. The mantra of “What am I doing?” kept looping over and over again in her skull. As she walked, she noticed she was passing through her door, then down the hall, then to the door of her brother’s room. The door opened by her own hooves as she snuck through it and into his room. Her ears picked up the deep, strong snores of the slumbering farm-pony. She wondered, in passing, if he would wake up as she softly climbed onto his bed and hoofed the covers over her body. The big male stirred slightly, his breaths catching, then resuming. He lay on his side, facing the door, and Apple Bloom had climbed in behind him.

The brave little mare’s heart was pounding as she lay there, her small hooves pressing gently against his back. She was in bed with her brother! Her big big-brother! She took another big breath while her little body squirmed around, trying to get used to the situation. Was she a little foal, seeking comfort in her big brother, or a young mare in need? She wasn’t sure. Maybe she didn’t care. When she was a foal, she went to her big sis when she had a bad dream. Big Mac just wasn’t the same back then, but now she felt like she needed him more than her.

“A.B.?” Apple Bloom gave a start as her brother’s deep voice interrupted his snoring. For as long as she’d known him, she had no idea whether or not he was a heavy sleeper.

“Yes,” she said in a small voice.

There was nothing else for several minutes. Luna’s moonlight shone into and scattered about the room. Both ponies lay in silent confusion and anxiousness.

“What’re ya doing, A.B.?”

“Ah-I…” A.B. kneaded her brother’s back, “j-j- Just wanted to sleep with you, Big Mac,” she spoke, trying to sound as innocent as possible, despite her intent.

Big Mac sighed, and after a moment of thought he just said, “T’aint right.”

“I know,” Apple Bloom said quickly, confirming what they had both been thinking. Big Mcintosh sighed again. She had no idea what was going to happen.

For a long time, there was silence again. The pair felt each other, one beneath her hooves, the other against his back. Apple Bloom kept massaging her brother, but the touch had slowly become caresses.

Mac took a long draw of air, “I know, too,” he said, letting the phrase permeate for a few more long minutes.

“Go to sleep, Apple Bloom.”