Deeper laying of sorority

by Alexshy

Rating: mature
Tags: Cutie Mark Crusaders, Rarity, Random, Sex, Anthro, Applejack, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Romance
Length: 21887

CMC are still desperate to get their cutie marks. Any help fits, including alchemy. Somepony's lack of attention towards details leads to a mistake, which could become drastic, but turned out fantastic. Not in cutie mark revealing way though.

CMC are still desperate to get their cutie marks. Any help fits, including alchemy. Somepony's lack of attention towards details leads to a mistake, which could become drastic, but turned out fantastic. Not in cutie mark revealing way though.
Enjoy!

The story is written by request and basing on the initial idea of Superfun

Be aware of light BDSM, foot fetish an F+F scenes galore in different combinations.; not foalcon, as CMC are almost legal here.

Previous version of the cover: HERE

Published 2017-10-19 18:30:07 UTC
Last updated 2017-10-19 18:30:07 UTC

Deeper laying of sorority

Author's Note

Now, before you start reading, allow me a few words of boredom.
A.: All the characters in this story are at least 18 y.o. equivalent.

B.: If 't be true you are puzzled by some plants (ingredients) choice and their "human" counterparts being real, simply look for:
lobelia cardinalis - with scarlet/bright red flowers, worketh as neuro stimulator, neuro toxin in large doses;
verbena officinalis - with purple flowers, worketh as sex steroid and stimulator.

TL;DR: Tis all legal, folks. Go on and read at last :pinkiehappy:

Deeper laying of sorority

“Don’t worry, no cheating and no disastrous effects this time. I’ve learned my lesson,” yelled Apple Bloom after Zecora. “And thanks! What would we do without your help…”

“And without your knowledge and ingredients,” snorted Scootaloo, when the door closed after their zebra alchemy mentor. Sweetie Belle giggled and Apple Bloom made a face.

“Well, I’m truly thankful for the whole combination,” she said. “Either should you, girls.”

“Who says that we are not?” shrugged Scootaloo.

“Okay. Now to the more prosaic things,” Apple Bloom stared at her friends fixedly. “We can’t buck it up yet another time, I hope you understand.”

Both girls nodded quickly.

They were in their last year of their studies and, frankly speaking, miss Cheerilee couldn’t perhaps praise these three pupils more. It was a mystery for the whole school and for their older sisters, how the girls managed to succeed at studies, despite all of their crazy shenanigans, getting into loads of adventures. The answer was probably simple: they used the capabilities of each and helped each other, learning together and overcoming problems, using the skill of the one most advanced in the necessary sphere. But regardless of their luck and success, one thing still irked all three fillies much – being almost legal they still didn’t have their cutie marks. They came through that stoically, but everypony close to them knew that it was a real tragedy for each. Babs got her cutie mark two months ago, naturally being a late determined pony as well; she constantly supported them, knowing how hard it was – to be a blank flank.

So, they used every opportunity to seek for the special talents, to test the abilities and find their speciality, as well as their own cutie marks. Hardly less fanatically than before. Thus they decided to have another go at alchemy, admitting that the first attempt could be called less than perfect.

Actually, Apple Bloom insisted on another attempt and the girls, being surprised and skeptical at first – Apple Bloom achieved much in alchemy, yet didn’t get her cutie mark – finally agreed. Besides, having such a teacher like Zecora was a blessing on its own… and Apple Bloom promised that they won’t regret of spent time anyway.

Thus they came to Zecora that day to help her with different potions and have more practice, when they found out that Zecora planned to go deep into Everfree; she was running short of some ingredients. At first Zecora wasn’t very optimistic about them staying at the potion pot on their own, the memory of last Apple Bloom’s unattended experiment was fresh enough, but three fillies convinced her that they would be an epitome of prudence that time. What could probably happen with them diligently working with well known potions, sharpening their mastery?

After prolonged thinking Zecora had mercy and allowed them to stay and study, while she was on her ingredients hunt. She made a detailed work plan for them, so, when the door of her shack closed after her fit and curvy in proper places figure, wrapped in the long coat, the girls had no time to waste.

“One case of the Cutie Pox is more than enough,” stated Apple Bloom, putting two pots with water above the fire in the hearth. “Believe me, I was there and I won’t wish that even to Diamond Tiara or Silver Spoon… despite they deserve a good kick in the plot from the life itself. That was a nightmare…”

“We’ll be exemplary students, right?” chuckled Sweetie Belle, nudging Scootaloo. “Right, Scoots?”

“Eeyup,” reported her friend, trying to mimic Apple Bloom’s older brother, Apple Bloom stuck out her tongue.

“Yes, we will be exemplary students,” she continued in serious tone. “We’ll play safely and keep our tails out of the trouble, you heard me right. So, we totally won’t do anything dangerous… or anything I’m unsure about.”

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo strained a bit at that last amendment, their fluffy ears perked interestedly, while Apple Bloom elaborated.

“We’ll stick to Zecora’s “plan of the lesson”, but…”

“I simply love that girl!” huffed Scootaloo, standing with hands akimbo.

“When you say “but” that way, something makes my inner safety-meter tingle,” Sweetie Belle squinted at her red haired friend.

“Oh, come on, Belle, don’t play Rarity on us,” smirked Apple Bloom. She was automatically gathering ingredients for the healing potion, Zecora needed them to make. Reserved movements of the professional hypnotized the girls and filled them with white envy towards their gifted friend. “It’s completely safe, despite being out of the borders of Zecora’s… program. I used her deep knowledge and experience to combine that composition.”

“Wow!” sincerely exclaimed Scootaloo, Belle was all ears meanwhile. “So it’s still your own recipe, isn’t it?”

“Technically it is,” confessed Apple Bloom, understanding what Scoots implied, but not being offended by that. “Yet it is a combination – totally safe one, mind that – of her own, verified and trusted, experience. You can’t imagine, what it took me to carefully pull everything out of Zecora during innocent talk, so she didn’t suspect any connection between the parts.”

“Bloom, are you absolutely sure…” started Sweetie Belle.

“Come on, now I definitely hear Rarity!” giggled Scootaloo, patting Belle’s back. “You even haven’t heard the whole story…”

“I’m sure,” simply stated Apple Bloom, mixing the ingredients and putting the first portion into the boiling pot. “The whole point is: it’s not some “cheating” potion, which gives you something you secretly want, but don’t have any talent for.”

“What I’m going to make,” she checked, if they were listening attentively. “With your valuable help, of course. So, what we are going to make is a potion, which will help us reveal our hidden potential, not boost, but make it… well… come afloat. In other words, it must help us realize, what we truly want and are capable of. Nothing else, as I said, it’s totally safe, like… using binoculars to see something distant.”

“When you state it like that, it doesn’t sound dangerous,” Sweetie Belle was still pondering.

“Of course it doesn’t, because it is safe!” Scootaloo jumped on spot. “I’m in, little Apple. What should we do?”

“First of all stay calm and focused,” squinted Apple Bloom, digging in her bag and handing out a notebook. She quickly turned a few pages and let out a satisfied sigh. “Here it is… And the second part, listen to me carefully and do what I say.”

“Aye, ma’am!” reported both fillies, making all of them laugh.

*

The work was boiling after an hour, bottles with prepared potions formed quite a long row on the table and Apple Bloom was to add another, third pot to the hearth to keep up with the schedule, as they were busy with their own special recipe as well. The latter was complex enough, demanding for all the concentration, they could afford, and special conditions to be kept while preparing. Thus constant temperature was to be kept not only in the pot itself, but also in the room, where the potion was made; no sudden fluctuations were allowed. The girls were to keep the door and windows shut and it became quite hot inside literally.

“Woah, it’s like the sauna at the SPA,” huffed Scootaloo, taking off her jacket and staying in the short sport top, which emphasized her quite large for a filly breasts spectacularly. Both her friends threw involuntary glances at her tanned hills, now covered in small drips of sweat. Of course she wasn’t as blessed as for example Fluttershy, yet still Mother Nature seemed to compensate well for her fairly small, for the pegasus of her age, wings. Not an equal compensation, c’est la vie, but still a very pretty and advantageous one.

All three girls were to take off their shoes; Sweetie Belle regretted that she didn’t put on a light summer dress, deciding for camo pants and a T-shirt to keep her skin safe from insects’ stings and thorns during their walk through the forest to Zecora; Apple Bloom rolled her jeans up to the knees, rolled the sleeves as well, unbuttoned and tied the shirt under her breasts – she was like a smaller copy of Applejack at the moment, same clothes, same freckles, just another hair colour and hat absence told otherwise. Frankly speaking, if Apple Bloom was working alone, she would strip to the panties (or even completely) long ago, so hot it was in the shack.

“Okay, girls,” muttered Apple Bloom, brushing through her notebook once more, she huffed off a strand of hair, stuck to her wet forehead. “Now to the most important and “needs-to-be-accurate” part of our work,” she checked the boiling potion once again to be sure, they didn’t miss anything.

“Scoots, I need your help specifically,” she turned to her friend, who just finished bottling another batch of simpler potions and used the break to take a towel and dab the sweat from her cleavage. Apple Bloom caught herself lavishing that scene with more than one accidental glance. “There is no chance I can reach the upper shelves of Zecora’s ingredient cases without turning them over on myself, so…”

“Just tell me what I should get and where from, mate,” Scootaloo stretched, making her top crack a bit, she got bored from the routinely tasks and anticipated any change.

“Okay,” Apple Bloom turned another page of her notes over. “Big case right behind you, upper shelf, pick Lopelia Spurtabilis flower,” she threw a glance on Scootaloo, who froze on spot, hearing the plant name, which sounded all yak to her. Apple Bloom “Oh, well, pick a small scarlet flower and put it into the pot. We need only a single flower, mind that, please.”

“Yes, ma’am!” smirked Scootaloo, soaring to the upper shelf and examining it.

One can wonder, why Apple Bloom asked Sweetie Belle for help not, but the reason was simple – using magic on the shelves with perfectly organized ingredients… without seeing, what you did, wasn’t the smartest move. And despite Scootaloo’s smaller, slower developing wings didn’t yet allow her to fly for a long time, rather flutter shortly, like in that case, she was the only pegasus there, capable to see, what she took from the shelf. She didn’t linger long, quickly finding the requested floret, landing and putting the ingredient into the boiling potion.

“All done.”

“Now stir it gently,” Apple Bloom handed her a separate spoon, she was simultaneously mixing the ingredients of the “planned” potions and re-checking her notes, thus her eyes ran along the lines in the notebook, she held in her free hand. “It’s almost ready. Let it boil for ten minutes more, then take it off and to the table.”

“Well, we didn’t miss or buck up anything this time,” concluded she with a smile after a while, putting her notes away. Then Apple Bloom became suddenly serious. “Now, if it was a common potion, we would try it right away. But as it is our first attempt at something like that, I suggest that only one of us tries it first, then we’ll wait and see.”

“I’m sure that the potion is absolutely safe,” elaborated Apple Bloom under fixed glance of the two pairs of eyes. “But as an extra precaution, I don’t find excessive personally... Don’t want the last mistake to be repeated again, girls. So, I’ll test it and you both keep eyes on me, please.”

“Why you again?” Scootaloo scratched behind her fluffy ear, pondering.

“That was my plan,” shrugged Apple Bloom. “I think it’s natural, if I take all possible risks, if there are any…”

“Actually, I have a better idea,” said Scootaloo, explaining her point of view. “You know alchemy ten times better, than we both combined, Bloom. And that’s me being humbly speaking… So, it is natural, if you stay unaffected, while another tries the potion – you would be of more help, if something goes wrong. I’ll take the potion and you, girls, watch for me. Belle?”

Apple Bloom turned to Sweetie Belle to notice her nodding in agreement.

“I was going to suggest the same, but with myself as the test subject,” the unicorn girl sported a humble smile. “But if Scoots volunteers, I can surely give in to her. Yet I agree that you should stay unaffected for the first run, as you are the best at alchemy of us three.”

“Okay,” Apple Bloom gave up under reasonable arguments of both girls. “Just tell us about any changes you may feel, Scoots!”

She scooped a portion of freshly brewed potion and filled a small cup, letting it cool down a bit. When the steam became thinner, Scootaloo took it and carefully tried, in small sips as the liquid was still very warm.

“Hmmm…” muttered Scootaloo, it was hard to tell, what she thought, judging by her expression. “If not the colour and if I didn’t know, it was a potion, I’d have said, it was some faintly bitter water…”

“Are you sure,” Apple Bloom watched her fixedly, then accurately sniffed the potion. “According to my thoughts the potion must be quite bitter, like unsweetened coffee.”

“It is as it is,” shrugged Scootaloo, fanning herself. “At least I don’t feel anything wrong.”

“Listen, Bloom,” added she after a second. “Can we let some fresh air in finally. I feel already, like I was swimming in my clothes…”

“Nope, unfortunately,” Apple Bloom threw a quick glance at Scootaloo over her shoulder. She and Sweetie Belle continued with the “planned” potions; working that fast with two pots, they were already almost done. “We made more, than needed for us three, and I’d like to keep it, if it works. And that means, it must cool slowly, before we can pour it into a vial.”

Scootaloo let out a sigh and placed herself on a chair, leaning on the table and supporting her chin with the fist. About twenty minutes passed, the girls finished with the potions and started washing the pots, cups and other utensils, glancing at Scootaloo from time to time; she looked bored, but nothing else. She got up and ambulated back and forth, trying to feel, if there was something unusual about her condition; but everything seemed normal and Scootaloo returned to her uninspired stance, sitting at the table.

After finishing with the dishes and seeing nothing unusual about their friend, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle decided to taste the potion as well, pouring themselves the suitable doses. The potion cooled and they downed it easily, admitting that it was indeed almost tasteless, despite the rich golden colour.

“Strange indeed,” Apple Bloom opened her notebook again, quickly brushing through her notes. “Everything is done according to my theory, but I feel nothing special…”

“Well, maybe it’s good that we feel nothing special,” laughed Sweetie Belle. “At least we feel nothing strange or dangerously strange…”

“…or strangely dangerous,” she leaned over Apple Bloom, looking into the notes above her shoulder.

Apple Bloom felt, how her mate’s breasts pressed tightly against her body through the thin T-shirt. She noted that she could feel Belle’s hardened nipples through both their shirts, despite it was ovenlike in the room. That could bring a fair dose of awkwardness at any other day, but at the moment Apple Bloom realized that to her surprise she finds it strangely pleasant. Scootaloo watched her friends fixedly, her fatigue seemed to fall back a little.

“I don’t know how you girls bear that, but I had enough…” said she suddenly, dragging off her pants and staying in small thong and her sports top. She hung her pants near the hearth. “I advise you do the same and dry your stuff. We are to go through the forest soon and the least thing we need is to catch some nasty cold, walking in wet clothes.”

She returned to the chair and sat there, crossing her arms on her chest and putting one leg on another. Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle exchanged the surprised glances.

“What?” Scootaloo looked at the girls, who stared at her in bewilderment. “Aren’t you soaking wet as well, because it is impossible to breathe normally here?” she raised one eyebrow.

“You know, Apple Bloom, that’s a fair point,” admitted Sweetie Belle after the second thought. She was already dragging off her camo pants, then joined them to Scootaloo’s, hanging and drying near the hearth. “I wouldn’t like to go home in damp clothes.”

She scratch the back of her head, ruffling the mane and looking at her T-shirt, then suddenly grabbed the towel and… Apple Bloom had no time to be surprised, when Rarity’s sister dragged her T-shirt off, over her head, covering with the towel, holding it like a strapless bra. The momentarily glimpse of her firm perky breasts with erect nipples made Apple Bloom blush a little; moreover, she caught herself over a thought, that Belle covered up too fast for her liking, and blushed because of that idea even more.

“Please, Bloom, could you tie it for me,” Sweetie Belle was to wait a few seconds, before Apple Bloom woke up and realized, what she was asked to do, then accurately tied the ends of the towel on Belle’s back.

“Thanks, darling!” Sweetie Belle turned around and kissed her friend in suddenly becoming pinkish nose with a giggle. She sat at the table and took Apple Bloom’s notebook, fanning herself with it.

The heat was indeed borderline unbearable, so, Apple Bloom was to admit her friends’ arguments being reasonable and started taking her clothes off as well. She placed her jeans closer to the fireplace and already put her hands on the shirt knot, but remembered that she had nothing under it. Thus letting out a sigh she joined the girls, sitting around the table and waiting for some positive manifestations of their “hidden potential revealing” potion.

Minutes passed like snails, but nopony registered anything remarkable; no revelation visited any of the girls regarding their special talent yet. They threw quick glances at each other, secretly expecting that just one more second and some realization would dawn on one of them, but still to no avail. Yet… Apple Bloom noticed, there was something else in Belle’s eyes. The way she looked at her friend… At both her friends…

Finally Apple Bloom checked the potion and decided, it had cooled enough: she poured it into the prepared bottle and corked it tightly.

“Oh, thanks Celestia!” breathed out Scootaloo, she quickly got up and approached the window in a couple of jumps, flinging it open. “Ahhhhh!” she ruffled her mane, facing the fresh breeze and stretching with her hands behind her head so hard that her short top cracked at the seams.

The windflaw reached Apple Bloom, who returned to the table and took the notes back from Sweetie Belle to check once again, if they missed something important. But she couldn’t tell, if the wind cooled her down enough, she rather felt a strange, yet somehow pleasant itchy and warm feeling in entire body, catching herself upon ogling Scootaloo’s frame, flexing against the open window. Feeling the flush again for no reason Apple Bloom put her nose down to her notes, diving into her alchemic theory to suppress sudden thoughts, which, frankly speaking, shocked her a bit.

She absently scratched her shoulder under the shirt, trying to focus on her notes; her palm traveled lower and lower, until she realized that she was squeezing her round firm breast already, rubbing her hard nipple between two fingers. A quiet thin moan left her mouth, she bit her lower lip at the inner image of Scootaloo, gracefully stretching in front of the open window.

Suddenly Apple Bloom felt soft hot toes, gently traveling up her shin, and a quick glance across the table granted her with a wonderful sight. Sweetie Belle looked so much like overly excited, driven by sudden pleasant idea Rarity, biting her finger and gazing at Apple Bloom from under long eyelashes. Her free hand played with her tail tip, winding the hair on her index finger. Being noticed by Apple Bloom didn’t make her stop, but on the contrary her leg slid up Apple Bloom’s more determinedly.

“Belle, what are you…” started Apple Bloom, secretly wishing that her friend never stopped though, when her lips became trapped in the tender, yet passionate kiss. Scootaloo approached from behind, she already got rid of her top and now her heavy breasts pressed against Apple Bloom’s neck and shoulders, as she leaned over the sitting girl. Her hands reached under Apple Bloom’s tied shirt and gently, but firmly grasped her breasts, caressing them and sending torrid waves of pleasure throughout Apple Bloom’s body, massaging her nipples in circular movements.

While their with Scootaloo tongues fought for domination, swirling around each other, Apple Bloom noticed from the tail of her eye, how Sweetie Belle got up, dropping the towel, thus staying almost completely naked, and quickly joined them. She snuggled against Scootaloo’s fit back and firm butt, rubbing her whole body against her friend. Belle’s small soft palm stroked the margins of Scootaloo’s wings ever so gently to cause an immediate and strong reaction – the wings flapped open, spreading widely, and Scootaloo produced a low excited moan, releasing Apple Bloom’s lips and arching wildly under the pleasure strike.

“Aaaaahhhh! Girls, just don’t stop… Don’t… you… stop,” moaned Scootaloo, turning her head and sharing a kiss with Belle, when the latter placed one hand on her breast, another teasingly travelled down Scoots’ stomach, around her navel and even lower.

Apple Bloom left her seat, taking off already untied shirt and throwing it into the corner. She pressed her body against Scootaloo, rubbing her breasts against Scoots’ and letting Sweetie Belle playfully catch her nipple with excited giggle. She stroked Belle’s arms, shoulders, reached her sides, then butt cheeks, making Sweetie Belle wriggle and snuggle into Scootaloo’s back tighter. Both girls caressed each other, squeezing Scootaloo between their flaming, silky, sweaty bodies and making her squeak, tremble and chaotically cover Apple Bloom’s neck with short faint kisses. Scootaloo almost became weak in legs, being massaged with girls’ bodies from back and front at the same time.

“I’m totally not going to regret this,” muttered Apple Bloom, diving down and grasping the straps of Scootaloo’s thong, noticing it became already wet at the sweet spot. She dragged it down, leaving at the calves level – a thin transparent strand of Scoots’ love juice stretched, following the cloth. Apple Bloom let out a deep excited sigh at the vision of her friend’s rose, slightly open, with reddened clit, and planted a soft passionate kiss on her venus hill without any hesitation or the second thought.

Scootaloo squeaked loudly, her whole body arched, invitingly showcasing her perfect breasts, while Apple Bloom’s tongue teasingly traveled around her cherry and Belle tenderly stroked the margins of Scoots’ wings, kissing them between times. Feeling that Scootaloo’s legs started trembling Sweetie Belle held her tighter, grabbing both gorgeous hills, kissing and licking ever so slightly her shoulders, neck, behind Scoots’ perked ears, making her wriggle and moan louder with each kiss and each movement of Apple Bloom’s tongue.

Belle raised her right leg and put it on the chair for the better balance. Her movement didn’t pass unnoticed: one quick glance from Apple Bloom and her fingers were already caressing Belle’s foot. They touched her toes lightly, traveling up her instep, playfully passing the calf, higher and higher, sending the pleasant shock waves up Sweetie Belle’s body and making her wriggle almost as hard as Scootaloo. Apple Bloom left her sweet cherry unattended for a moment and kissed Belle’s inner thigh, while her fingers went further, reaching Belle’s firm butt and squeezing it.

“Aw, Bloom, it tickles,” Sweetie Belle started giggling, involuntarily she snuggled and rubbed against overly heated Scootaloo even more and her phrase was shut amidst, when Scootaloo turned her head to her, almost fainting, and placed a thirsty overwhelming kiss over Belle’s lips.

“Mmmfffmmm…” Sweetie Belle trembled, when Apple Bloom reached her leaking, flushed slit, opening it gently and sliding one finger in. Unconsciously Belle moved against the sweet hand, letting the finger go deeper to reach the most pleasant spot. Apple Bloom could have wondered, when Belle managed to get rid of her panties so fast, but she was too busy at that moment, drilling Scootaloo’s pulsating vagina with her tongue and fingering Belle’s tight pussy softly, but determinedly.

“Aaaaahhhh!” Sweetie Belle regained freedom of speech, when Scootaloo released her lips and turned to face Apple Bloom, her sweet tormenter. “You’re going incredible, not only at alchemy, little Apple!”

“I can’t hold myself anymore!” yelled Scootaloo, she ran her fingers deep into Apple Bloom’s hair, stroking her head and pressing it harder against own crotch at the same time. “Almost… there…” she looked deep into Apple Bloom’s eyes with flaming desire, trying hard not to break the glance by giving herself entirely to approaching quaking orgasm.

The only thing Apple Bloom secretly regretted at the moment was that she didn’t have the tongue of an average giraffe – extra long and capable to fill her wriggling friend entirely. Her own panties were soaking wet already and her juices ran down her knees. She pressed her thighs together, feeling that she was on the edge and wishing for one of the girls to take her as well, or both at the same time, the harder the better.

Sweetie Belle released one Scootaloo’s breast, she spread her own vulva wider, welcoming Apple Bloom to put the second finger inside. Belle’s leg, put on the chair, raised on the toe tips, straining, showing the borderline excitement, while Sweetie Belle was frantically impaling herself on her friends fingers, flooding her palm.

With a high pitch scream Scootaloo arched even more, making her pencil hard nipples face the ceiling and dropping her head on the shoulder of Sweetie Belle, who was squinting and biting her lower lip in desire. The insatiable maiden orgasm took over Scoots, making her shake violently and rub her slit against Apple Bloom’s lips and tongue fast, striving to get each tiny drip of pleasure possible. Apple Bloom felt a sweet hot splash on her lips and chin, flowing to the breasts, while Scootaloo’s inner walls contracted around her tongue. She kept massaging Belle’s g-spot, feeling that Belle was almost out of control as well: the latter thirstily kissed Scootaloo and rubbed her and own nipples, like it was the last thing in that life she had time to do.

Scootaloo flinched weakly, when Apple Bloom’s lips planted one more gentle kiss over her oversensitive now clit. She let her whole body go limp and soft, only the girls support combined allowed her stand straight at the moment. Apple Bloom snuggled her cheek to Scoots stomach, feeling the strong pulse and last contractions of her inner muscles. She kept caressing Belle’s flower though and as Scoots’ breath became less fervent, Sweetie Belle’s moans sounded much deeper and louder.

Finally Scootaloo opened her eyes and forcedly focused them on Apple Bloom, still stroking her mane gently and unconsciously. She took her red haired friend by shoulders and pulled up, making her stand and stop pleasing Sweetie Belle therefore.

“Hey! Don’t leave me like that…” there was so much Rarity in complaining voice of Belle that Apple Bloom smirked involuntarily.

“Come here,” she said, welcoming Belle to come closer.

When Sweetie Belle released Scootaloo, the latter grasped Apple Bloom’s waist and seated her on the table, coming closer, so her venus hill pressed tightly against Apple Bloom’s knee. She snuggled into Apple Bloom, covering her face with short soft kisses, while Sweetie Belle approached from another side, putting her already scorching hot palm over Apple Bloom’s round breast.

“I love you, little Apple,” breathed out Scootaloo in between her kisses, catching and sucking her friends lower lip gently.

“Aaaoooaaaahhhh!” whimpered Sweetie Belle, when Apple Bloom’s hand found her slit and entered it again, putting two fingers at once in her burning, yet dripping wet oven. Belle’s small, soft hands faintly travelled all over Apple Bloom’s body, looking for some spot to deliver maximum pleasure to her generous lover.

Apple Bloom felt, how her flower flourished, becoming heavy and pulsating, when Scootaloo grabbed the chair and sat between Apple Bloom’s spread legs, putting them on her own shoulders. She started kissing Bloom’s inner thighs, making her wriggle and moan, while her snatch visibly leaked with love juices.

The first touch of Scootaloo’s tongue was like a stream of incandescent lava flowing across Apple Bloom’s body: from her navel down, teasingly slow, barely touching swollen, languishing from desire clit and suddenly entering her craving vagina fast. It seemed, Apple Bloom forgot how to breathe at once: her whole body bent, eyes dilated, mouth opened in silent scream, while one hand clung to Scootaloo’s shoulder, trying to keep her closer. Another hand froze still inside Sweetie Belle, making her frown a little, as her pleasure lessened and build up slowed a bit.

When she managed to regain her breath, Apple Bloom continued caressing Belle, but her hand movements became weak and erratic, while she wriggled in heat on the table and moaned weakly, being owned determinedly by Scootaloo.

“Belle!” barely audible whispered Apple Bloom. “I… Can’t… Oh! Aaaaah! SCOOTALOO!!!” The rest of her words drowned in whimpering, louder moans and deeper breathing, when Scootaloo took her seriously.

Sweetie Belle pondered for a second, biting her lower lip. She then quickly mounted the table, squatting above Apple Bloom and thus giving her friend the ability to reach her sweet flower with lips and tongue.

Apple Bloom gasped – the view, which she was enabled to behold was truly awesome: strong legs, firm hips, spread and waiting coralline cave, fit fuzzy stomach, firm perky breasts and a wave of pale rose and mulberry hair of Belle’s lush mane towered above her. With a excited giggle Sweetie Belle ran her fingers faintly and teasingly on Apple Bloom’s sides, around her breasts, scratching her shoulders lightly and making Bloom flinch wildly under her electrifying touch. Her soft silky tail waved from side to side in anticipation, tickling Apple Bloom’s shoulders and nipples and waking in her the flaming wish to literally merge with Belle in passion.

A sweet drip fell on Apple Bloom’s lips, which became suddenly dry, almost steaming. She couldn’t hold herself anymore, clinging to Belle’s delicious slit, thirstily kissing it, rolling her tongue over sweet cherry, snaking it deep inside and making Sweetie Belle tremble and whimper.

Even Scootaloo got distracted from her dessert and enjoyed the view, when Sweetie Belle kneeled above another girl, unable to keep balance. Throwing lusty glances at Apple Bloom from half-lidded eyes Sweetie Belle grasped and gently squeezed her own breasts, bringing herself to the highest point of excitement; she bit her lower lip, arched and wriggled in heat, involuntarily moving her hips and helping Apple Bloom love her deeper.

Apple Bloom’s tongue fluttered like a butterfly, she grasped Belle’s firm butt cheeks and clawed them lightly, making Belle moan and squeak through the bitten lip. She wanted to bring her filly friends the perfection, in alchemy and now in love likewise. Stretching her legs she lightly stroked the margins of Scootaloo’s wings with her toes; Scootaloo groaned and leaned back, panting, spreading her wings and squeezing her thighs together, as she felt the familiar ticklish sensation, manifesting another round of incredible pleasure. Bringing one hand to her crotch and quickly rubbing her clit Scootaloo caught one pretty leg of her friend and sucked on her toes like on the most delicious ice cream, making Apple Bloom give out a small excited cry.

Scootaloo moaned, releasing Bloom’s foot, then got up suddenly and leaned forward, putting one foot on the table and bringing her dripping with love slit together with Apple Bloom’s. She frantically moved her hips, searching for the best position and sending waves of flaming ardor throughout Apple Bloom.

Fortunately the table they used was low and wide enough, and, evidently, quite durable, because when the perfect placement was found, Scootaloo started thrusting like a loco, hurrying to deliver the highest pleasure to her lover and slightly fearing she could catch up with Apple Bloom not. The whole table shook under accompaniment of moans, heavy breathing and the sound, a small working water wheel could produce, as Scootaloo and Apple Bloom find the blissful rare pose, when both their vaginas came into mutual suction, delivering the heavenly pleasure to the girls.

Apple Bloom was gaining much faster though: the thrust, the feel of tight muscular grip around her tongue or fingers, when she used them on Belle’s sweet cave, Belle’s indistinct pleas and moaning spurred her arousal at the speed of light. She licked, drilled and fingered Sweetie Belle’s snatch almost unconsciously, instinctively pacing the rhythm, Scootaloo established with her hips.

Sweetie Belle was already on the edge, she bent back, leaning on her hands; her perky breasts strained, the nipples were hard and almost purple from excitement. A big butterfly flied in the shack through the open window and found no better landing spot than one of Belle’s breasts, it sat right on the swollen nipple. Apparently the ticklish feeling was the last trigger to throw: Sweetie Belle let out a thin scream, her body arched even more, giving the teasing butterfly the highest ground and splashing a warm load of fluids on Apple Bloom’s neck, while Belle’s inner walls wildly contracted around Apple Bloom’s fingers, squeezing them in a vice grip.

The whole image made Scootaloo double (if that was even possible) the pace and in a second Apple Bloom could do nothing but pant and wriggle, feeling the silky wet snatch vacuuming hers and flooding her body in the lava of a shaky orgasm. Scootaloo was to hold trembling legs of her friend, as she kept enough of self control yet. She was granted with an awesome look of Apple Bloom’s stomach muscles contracting visibly and her toes bending and stretching in tact with her vaginal convulsions.

“Scoots!” Apple Bloom stretched her hand weakly and Scootaloo helped her get up, hugging and holding tight. “You’re insatiable.”

The feel of flaming hot, sweaty body of her friend was so amazing, that Scootaloo only huffed and started covering Apple Bloom’s face, neck and shoulders with demanding kisses. Sweetie Belle regained some strength and crawled to the girls to wrap her hands around them both and snuggle tight to Apple Bloom’s back. Then she wrapped her legs around them as well, placing the feet on Scootaloo’s butt cheeks and massaging them gently.

“I love you, girls!” breathed out Scootaloo in between the kisses. “I always wanted to do that… I wonder how…”

Apple Bloom didn’t let her finish, covering her mouth with own lips and shoving her adventurous tongue inside, starting an arousing fight for fort dominance. Together with Sweetie Belle they got to the floor and dragged Scootaloo with them.

The surprised squeak was apparently the most natural reaction possible, when Apple Bloom placed Scootaloo on her side and raised her leg. Without the second thought she dived between Scoots gorgeous thighs and pressed her tongue against swollen pulsating clit. That tender, long, loving lick felt like an electric shock to Scootaloo, who lost her breath at once, when Apple Bloom’s lips locked on her vulva, kissing and massaging it.

Apple Bloom nested on her side with all possible comfort and prepared to deliver the long deserved release to her panting, throwing adoring glances pegasus friend, when she felt that some small tender palms spread her own legs and sweet teasing tongue tastes the still flowing love juices from her heated slit. Sweetie Belle didn’t want to stay aside and snuggled her muzzle tightly to Apple Bloom’s delicious flower.

“Come here, sweetie!” Scootaloo found strength to grab Belle’s legs; placing a few fervent licks on her toes and soles, causing Belle to giggle and squeak, she dragged her closer as well and dived in between her legs, while Belle gasped and panted. She stroked Belle’s silky thighs lightly, running her fingers down to the knees and the up to her firm butt, making Sweetie Belle wriggle and squeak from pleasure and ticklish feel combined; Scootaloo’s tongue fluttered wildly around Belle’s clit, providing the same outstanding sensation, the butterfly did earlier to her nipple, but times ten apparently.

“Oh, Celestia!!!” Sweetie Belle started leaking again; Scootaloo’s licks became louder as she tasted her building up friend with the aim not to drop a single drip. “Scoots! Ah! Pleeease! Slow down a bit… You’ll make me come in a couple of minutes like that.”

“Darling!” she used the pause and faced Scootaloo’s surprised glance with best Rarity’s mimics, elaborating. “I want to relish those moments with you as long as I can. Both of you,” she threw a quick glance to Apple Bloom, who looked back on both girls, gently stroking Scootaloo’s inner thighs. “And I want to deliver as much as I get. So, please, take it slow, don’t make me lose control too early!” she placed a passionate long kiss right over Apple Bloom’s tender rose, making the red haired filly let out a loud low pitch moan of lust.

“The potion must have worked differently, than I expected,” squeezed out Apple Bloom, when her heart returned to its proper place after the leap it made in response to Belle’s kiss. “But I don’t regret any bit of it. Girls, I confess, I wanted to do something like that,” she threw a glance over them three laying in a circle, ready to make each other fly to the heaven again. “I wanted to do something like that for quite a while already. I kinda like that the potion helped us – I think, nothing else could do – realize if not inner capabilities, then desires.”

“This is great, girls,” huffed Scootaloo, slowly reaching Belle’s sweet spot again. “But I prefer not to be left to cool down right now…” she ran her scorching tongue across silky venus hill, tickled the clit teasingly, then slid it right into Sweetie Belle’s snatch, instantly making her squeak and squeeze Scoots’ head lightly with her thighs.

But Scoots’ victorious move wasn’t single for long, Apple Bloom outstretched her hands, fully leaning on one Scootaloo’s thigh and started rubbing, caressing and teasing the big heavy breasts of her friend, pinching the hardened nipples lightly and making her shake from desire. Meanwhile, Apple Bloom’s tongue conquered Scootaloo’s vulva and the entrance entirely, dancing and rolling on the most sensitive spots, throwing the girl to the road of panting, moaning and straining her legs, up to the mountain of pleasure.

The amazing show although didn’t make Sweetie Belle fully distracted, as she had her own interests in this game. She snuggled to Apple Bloom’s honey pot, like a traveler in a desert to some water well, trying to concentrate on her own motions and the sounds produced by both other girls, not her own sensations. Otherwise Scootaloo’s tongue and playful fingers could make Belle reach her grand finale too early, which didn’t suit her – she wanted to share it with both her filly friends, if possible.

Sweetie Belle’s wish to make Apple Bloom scream from pleasure became so strong that she raised Apple Bloom’s leg, pressing it towards the stomach and giving herself the best access possible, and grabbed the inner thighs, spread them to snuggle tight to the delightful flower, leaking with love nectar. Belle’s tongue faintly ran around Apple Bloom’s swollen clit, not staying at one place for too long, touching gently and letting the cool air (the opened windows did their job finally) reach it, the contrast made the barely sensible touch especially sharp. She “drew” eights on Bloom’s labia, occasionally sticking her tongue inside her slit, each time deeper and deeper, stretching her hymen more and more, encouraged by Apple Bloom’s heavy breathing and becoming more frequent tender moans.

Scootaloo’s hot tongue made Sweetie Belle shiver and pant under waves of burning desire, taking birth between her legs and spreading like a rainstorm all over Belle’s body: up to her contracting stomach, straining breasts with stone hard nipples and reddened from excitement neck and shoulders. The heat already reached Belle’s fluffy ears, which perked at each lusty moan of both her filly friends; she felt her own heated muzzle against Apple Bloom’s cooler thighs.

The sweetness and lavishness of Apple Bloom’s love juices, the insistence of Scootaloo’s lips and tongue, blissfully caressing and filling Sweetie Belle’s vagina, and naughtiness of her fingers, playfully scratching and massaging Belle’s butt cheeks and hips, lead Sweetie Belle to the point of no self-control return, slowly, but imminently. She started moaning muffledly (being too busy with Apple Bloom’s delicious snatch) and involuntarily making short strong thrusts with her hips towards Scootaloo’s muzzle.

“Please, Belle…” Apple Bloom took a short break from caressing Scootaloo, her glance at Sweetie Belle wasn’t entirely sensible already. “Take me deep! Ahhhhh!!! I want to lose it to you, girls. Finger me hard, Belle!” Like in confirmation of her decision she put her foot on Belle’s breast and started rubbing it gently, teasing the nipple, then catching it between the toes and squeezing lightly. Apple Bloom’s moans clearly told that she loved that perhaps more than the one, she did it for.

Sweetie Belle squeaked, but immediately fulfilled the request, accurately sliding one finger inside Apple Bloom. She slowly, but determinedly penetrated the hymen with her finger nail, making Apple Bloom whimper and quickly licking and sucking on her clit to distract from the possible pain. Belle’s finger made circular movements, spreading and widening the hole in the membrane, while she kissed her friend’s Venus hill, feeling that her own vagina starts contracting and squeezing Scootaloo’s tongue.

“I’m almost there…” breathed Sweetie Belle weakly, concentrating on Apple Bloom’s touch on her breasts.

“Take me then!” ardently whispered Apple Bloom. “Fast and hard as you can!” she attacked Scootaloo’s pussy, licking it faster and shoving her tongue inside rhythmically.

Scootaloo almost squealed at the sudden pleasure strike, she clung to Belle’s slit tight, sucking and chewing her clit and labia, trying to pace with the rhythm, set by Apple Bloom. Sweetie Belle closed her eyes, feeling the first strong spasm in her abdomen, which made her legs tremble and toes bend. Fortunately there wasn’t any noticeable blood and she licked two fingers, then put them deep inside Apple Bloom, thrusting strongly and adding circular motion, massaging the inner walls, to drive her friend completely insane.

So the circle closed and the next couple of minutes passed in getting louder sloppy sounds of girls leaking slits, accepting their fingers and tongues, moaning and panting becoming stronger and faster. Each of them felt her body burning, despite the open windows and fresh wind entering Zecora’s shack.

Sweetie Belle’s legs strained and started shaking violently, when she felt the familiar magnificent tension in her abdomen, spreading up, flooding her skin with itchy heat and resulting in strong hard convulsions of her vaginal muscles. With the remnants of consciousness she moved her fingers inside Apple Bloom’s pussy fast, pressing them against her hardened g-spot and rubbing Apple Bloom’s clit with the thumb. Almost fainting from own flooding orgasm she felt, how Apple Bloom’s vagina grasped her fingers, like a wet, soft, but very strong vice, and started squeezing them. Sweetie Belle snuggled her muzzle and open mouth into Bloom’s silky thigh and screamed.

Apple Bloom’s first deep vaginal orgasm was so strong that it totally overshadowed the light pain of her virginity farewell. Frankly speaking, if it was any bit stronger, Sweetie Belle risked her fingers being fractured. Finally Apple Bloom’s vagina enclosed the graceful fingers of her friend in tight muscular tube and didn’t let anywhere, while Apple Bloom was shaking with all her body, still squeezing Belle’s nipple with toes. Scootaloo’s slit got all possible attention from her though, being drilled hard with Apple Bloom’s fluttering tongue… and naturally it paid back.

Scootaloo’s body trembled, her breasts rose as her breath became deeper and faster, she pulled her legs up to her strong muscular stomach, thus making her slit tighter and perception stronger. She moaned not in tingling high filly, but in lower, deeper, adult, sexy mare-like voice, splashing a large load of her love juices over Apple Bloom’s tongue, jaw, neck and even breasts, while her vagina convulsively “milked” Apple Bloom’s tongue.

The electrifying wave united the girls in single tight knot of pleasure and granted them with an amazing, quaking mutual release for almost a minute. Their bodies were still shaking, legs straining, fingers squeezing each others butts and hips, when the contractions lessened and slowly faded out.

When she found strength to move, Scootaloo unceremoniously dragged soft and relaxed Sweetie Belle towards her chest and spooned like a favourite doll, wrapping her arms and legs around Belle. Apple Bloom in her turn almost crawled closer, approaching Sweetie Belle from another side and all three girls snuggled tightly, tangling their legs and running their fingers into each other’s hair. Scootaloo gave a bit of freedom to Sweetie Belle, to allow her lay on her back; both her and Apple Bloom squeezed Belle between their heated bodies and stroked her breasts, sides and stomach.

“Oh, sweet Celestia! That was amazing!” Apple Bloom wiped her breasts, then playfully licked her palm, looking Scootaloo right in the eyes. She then shared a passionate long kiss with the girls, letting them taste Scootaloo off her lips.

“Luna to the witness,” breathed out Scootaloo, when they parted for air. “That was the best alchemy study in my whole life!” She giggled and the girls joined her, feeling outstanding happiness and ease, enjoying their dear company.

“I wonder what it was…” Sweetie Belle bit her finger, thinking. “Ohhhhh! Girls, staaaahp, please! You’re insatiable!” squeaked she, when Scootaloo and Apple Bloom attacked her nipples, sucking on them. Sweetie Belle quickly pressed her thighs together, as both girls’ hands dashed to the “south” without conspiring. They started laughing together again.

“Jokes aside,” pondered Apple Bloom, she played with Belle’s tail absently, conquered by her thoughts, while Scootaloo’s fingers gently “drew” random patterns on both her friends’ stomachs, making their muscles slightly and pleasantly strain. “I love you girls and I’m glad… this happened, so we are now fully open to each other. But… something must have pulled the trigger that suddenly…”

“I tend to think it’s the potion,” added she in a minute. “Otherwise we would do each other right after Zecora’s departure… Honestly, I slightly regret about so many missed chances before…” Apple Bloom threw a sly glance at her friends.

“How come?” Scootaloo raised on her elbow, looking at her gifted friend fixedly. “The potion was supposed to reveal our hidden abilities… according to your theory. And we did everything, following your instructions. Unless it was supposed to reveal hidden desires instead,” added she and her nose and cheeks became pinkish, despite they all three were laying naked already, snuggling tightly into each other’s heated bodies.

“It actually did,” Apple Bloom thought aloud, stroking Sweetie Belle's cheek, while the latter rested her head on Apple Bloom's chest. “Wait... Let me check...”

She accurately got up, leaving Sweetie Belle under Scootaloo's care, and graciously jumped to the table, where her notebook lay still. Grabbing it she sat right on the table, putting one foot on the chair seat. Seeing her friend sitting like that: with her strong slim legs spread, breasts raising high from the fastening breath (Apple Bloom anticipated possible discovery), biting her finger puzzledly, in other words, being extremely sexy, Sweetie Belle caught herself on the feeling that her heart started beating somewhere under her throat. Scootaloo's breath became uneven as well, she swallowed a lump loudly.

“What?” Apple Bloom woke from her thoughts. “What's up with you, girls?” She threw a quick glance at the almost drooling girls, then over herself. “Oh, come on! That's serious...” she rolled her eyes, then crossed the legs, putting one on another, and arms with the notebook on her chest.

“We did everything right,” muttered she after a minute of silence, still checking her notes. “And I mean that, because I controlled every step. Except... Except! Except that one!” she exclaimed victoriously, pointing her finger to the page and jumping to her feet quickly.

“We were to add a specific flower to almost prepared potion, to aim it at certain aspects of our nature,” Apple Bloom approached still stroking each other girls. “And Scootaloo took it from the shelf,” she pointed towards the case. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo slowly sat, starting to realize what happened.

“Now tell me, my dearest Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom's voice was emphatically sweet, yet strict; the naked amazon towered hands akimbo above her pegasus friend. “Which exactly flower did you take from that shelf? Or... Yes, there are plenty of them there, so, better show us, please.”

“Hmpf!” Scootaloo shrugged. “No probs,” she quickly got up and soared to the upper shelf of the ingredients case, took something and returned to the girls. “This is your “single scarlet flower”, Bloom. What's wrong?”

Sweetie Belle, who sat on the floor all that time, watching her friends, quietly snorted, then started giggling, then burst out laughing and, to Scootaloo's bemusement, Apple Bloom joined her in a second.

“Scoots, I love you,” squeezed out Apple Bloom, when she could breathe again. She hugged the pegasus filly, snuggling to her with entire body and pressing own breasts against Scootaloo's. “But THIS is PURPLE!”

“Yeah, there is certain difference,” Sweetie Belle got up, still snorting. “You can believe the one, who lived all her conscious life with Rarity. For somepony they can seem the same, but actually scarlet and purple are different colours.”

“Well... How was I supposed to know?” Scootaloo scratched the back of her head. She pouted jokingly, wrinkling her nose. “You and your tints...”

“You are incorrigible, Scoots,” laughed Sweetie Belle, snuggling to the girls. “Just like Rainbow Dash, who recognizes 7 colours at most, what an irony. But I love you so much,” she kissed Scootaloo, then Apple Bloom. “And you, darling.”

“This is purple and this is Marebena Officinalis, Scoots,” chuckled Apple Bloom. “No wonder that instead of revealing our hidden potential, the potion increased our libido and arousal in general. Well, we are lucky, the dose is moderate, otherwise it could throw us into prolonged orgasmic convulsions… And we’re lucky, you haven’t taken something else, less “innocent”,” she became more serious pondering about something.

“What’s wrong with “prolonged orgasmic convulsions”?” giggled Scootaloo, running her fingers up Apple Bloom’s leg and making her twitch and catch the hand with her thighs.

“Believe me, Scoots, if your orgasm lasts more than five-ten minutes in one go, it becomes not funny… Same with you starting to come randomly, just because of an accidental arousing thought.”

“So, we made the desires revealing potion, instead of abilities revealing one,” Apple Bloom ruffled her hair, trying to stand straight, as both her friends hung on her again, squeezing and tickling.

“But we don't have time for another attempt,” added she in a second, throwing a glance through the window to see that the Sun passed the zenith already and slowly moved towards the West edge of the sky. “Not today at least, Zecora will return soon and we'd better bring everything to order.”

“I'm not sure that we should get rid of THAT potion and the recipe itself,” slyly squinted Sweetie Belle.

“What? No, of course, no...” Apple Bloom was still weighting something in her mind. “Scootaloo, please bring me ANOTHER flower from that shelf, now actually the scarlet one,” she smirked.

Instead of answering, Scootaloo planted a passionate kiss on Apple Bloom's lips, causing a slightly jealous squeak from Sweetie Belle, and fulfilled the request in a wink. Apple Bloom carefully examined the flower under Scootaloo's ironic glance (now it was of proper species) and hid it in her bag.

“We'll try to make the right potion later on our own,” explained she. “Now girls, let's clean the mess.”

*

In an hour, when Zecora came home, she was greeted by three diligent students, innocently smiling fillies among the exemplar order.

“You were running late, so we cleaned the place a bit,” cooed Apple Bloom, stretching and stifling a yawn. “To say the truth, we started to worry already.”

Zecora ruffled Apple Bloom's red bangs with a kind smile.

“You know, my friend here is every tree, so worried much you must not be.”

“Yeah, yeah, we know,” Scootaloo took Apple Bloom's bag. “Still there are some wicked critters there and you always go too deep in the forest, Zecora.”

When the girls left, Zecora threw another attentive glance around her place, truly amazed by the outstanding order, they brought the workroom into. Nothing spoke about alchemic work boiling here a couple of hours ago, it was even a tiny bit strange.

Yet… a small silvery spot on the chair edge drew Zecora’s attention, making the zebra approach and lean over it. She turned the chair, taking it from under the table, then sniffed the spot accurately: as a professional alchemist Zecora knew the value of carefulness. But that wasn’t any dangerous reagent or potion apparently; touching it and rubbing the liquid between her fingers Zecora shook her head with a faint smile.

“The girls grew up fast, found unity at last!” muttered she under her breath, thinking about new degree of interconnection between the fillies and what it might bring. "Stay, avoiding strife, to be soothed for life."

*

“Have you taken everything?” Apple Bloom smirked, when the door of Zecora's shack closed and three girls distanced from it a little.

Scootaloo handed her the bag, instead of an answer, and Apple Bloom checked once again, if the notebook, the flower and the bottle with made potion were safe. A mysterious smile wormed on her freckled face.

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo exchanged a glance and stared at their friend.

“So what's up your mind again?” asked Sweetie Belle with a small unsure smile and Scootaloo giggled, anticipating some new adventure.

“I think, we can put that potion, brewed by mistake, to the good use,” explained Apple Bloom still smiling. “Moreover, we will... not later than the next weekend,” she raised an eyebrow.

“B-but the next weekend we all...” started Sweetie Belle.

“Exactly. A perfect occasion to use it,” winked Apple Bloom and Scootaloo giggled even more enthusiastically. Sweetie Belle shook her head, but it was obvious that she wasn't objecting “further experiments” either. Chattering joyfully three filly friends delved into the forest on their way home.

*

The campfire crackled and threw sizzling sparkles around, dispelling the twilight and flooding the wide circle, limited by the tents, with heat and homely feel. It was awesome to sit around it and simply do nothing, listening to Rainbows stories, she seemed to have the endless load of them, and to rare night birds, which started crying deeper in the woods. The pot, hanging above the fireplace, was about to boil, promising nice and relaxing tea; older sisters were near, nopony was arguing or solving problems and the evening was filled with love and tranquility.

Each one of the fillies loved those days, hiking with the sisters was their old tradition, without any exaggeration. Of course some of Rainbow's stories literally made your skin crawl, but everypony knew, nothing dangerous lived in that forest... Well, if you don't take filly stories about the Headless Horse seriously. Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo grew over fearing those camp stories long ago, now having much fun over them with Rarity, Applejack and Rainbow Dash equally.

Cool wind brought freshness from the mountains, making the leaves on the trees around their camp flutter and chatter and try their futile attempts to lull the girls. A lonely nightingale perched on the nearby bushes an started trying the notes, undisturbed by girls' muffled talk. He obviously practiced before the real collective concert, while others of his kin were going to join him later.

Rarity sighed with the sweet dreamy expression on her muzzle, listening to the bird's solo.

“So,” asked Scootaloo impatiently. “What happened next, Dash? Nopony found them?”

“No, on the contrary!” Rainbow squinted with a devilish smile. “They got married... And lived happily ever after... BUT...”

Apple Bloom chuckled slightly nervously, Rainbow didn't lose interest for the “screamers” since their first hike.

“But the prince never met with his old friends, never drank too much cider, went fishing or hunting, shot the bow, because it was obviously dangerous, ate too much of unhealthy food,” insinuatingly continued Rainbow Dash. “And the princess, the princess never did any sleepovers with her best friends princesses, never threw wild parties, danced till morning, walked under the moon or devote the entire day to daydreaming.”

All the girls giggled, making the nightingale stop singing for a while, and Rarity frown at their “foalish conduct”.

“Hey, what are you laughing at,” Rainbow stared at the fillies. “I told you, it was a very scary story,” she sported a wide, from one ear to another, grin.

“Yeah,” Scootaloo kept snorting. “You never were a family type, Dash.”

“It depends on the family,” winked Rainbow. “Okay, now it's time for a really, truly scary story...”

“I think it's time to hit the hay,” meaningfully stated Rarity, delicately stifling a yawn. “We're not foals indeed, but it's too late. What about some herbal tea and crawling in our sleeping bags finally?” she looked over the rest of the girls.

Even if the fillies have no sleep in the eye, they didn't show that; on the contrary, Sweetie Belle yawned very naturally and Applejack involuntarily followed, watching her.

“I'm in,” said Apple Bloom with a little smile, the pot was already boiling. “Nice tea is definitely, what we all need,” she raised her glance at Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle.

Taking the pot with a special hook Apple Bloom put it on the big flat stone and leaned to her bag, looking for the tea and shielding the pot from others. The delicious smell of the herbal mix, honey-like and soothing, filled the air, when she started stirring the tea with the wooden spoon (metal could affect the taste), closing the pot and covering it with the towel to let the tea brew.

In a few minutes Apple Bloom filled everypony a cup and the girls could enjoy the drink, sitting around the fire and thinking each one of their own.

“Ahhh,” breathed out Rarity. “It's amazing! I felt the warmth spreading throughout me at once, from the first sip... because, to be honest, the wind becomes a bit chilling.”

Indeed she was shuddering slightly before, but now, after the tea she seemed to warm up and was absolutely happy and satisfied. Other girls seemingly felt something alike, as they nodded and breathed in with peaceful expression the steam, raising above their cups.

“That's really awesome!” murmured Rainbow. She ruffled Apple Bloom's bangs, sitting next to her. “Zecora found a true gem in you, little Apple,” added she with a chuckle, as “little Apple” was hardly shorter, than Rainbow Dash already, and Apple Bloom downcasted humbly.

“Ah can feel warmth running through my veins,” nodded Applejack. “Quite a pleasant sensation, if you ask meh,” she embraced herself, enjoying the unusual feeling and listening to her body reaction to ticklish heat, filling her.

Apple Bloom shared a quick glance with Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle and both girls nodded shortly in understanding.

“Your tea was a blessing, but it’s too late. I’m already missing my beauty sleep,” said Rarity with a smile, she got up quite enthusiastically though and it didn’t look like she was sleepy or tired, on the contrary she looked quite energetic. Yet she beckoned her sister determinedly. “Come on, Belle, we really need some sleep, it’ll be a long walk tomorrow.”

Sweetie Belle turned to the girls, rolling her eyes like saying ‘Oh, she is playing the always right older sister again’, but followed Rarity to their large tent. Truth to be told, lately Rarity started treating camping facilities more realistically and her tent looked like a castle less, no second storey or balcony, but it was still the biggest.

“Have a good night, girls,” both sisters turned around in front on their tent entrance.

“So do you,” Applejack put more firewood in the fire, making sure it wouldn’t escape the pit nevertheless, and Rainbow Dash stretched to the crunch in the bones, both girls didn’t look much tired either, their younger siblings likewise.

“Well, Scoots,” Rainbow nudged Scootaloo with a sly smile. “You know the rule – one who falls asleep last, deals with the snoring!” She hugged the filly with her wing and nuzzled her cheek in a more tender manner than Rainbow’s tomboy nature usually allowed. “Good night, Applejack. Good night, Apple Bloom.”

When they remained alone, Applejack shrugged and simply hugged Apple Bloom with one hand, heading to their tent. After a moment only the light crackling of the fire and the sweet song of the nightingale broke the silence of the camp.

*

Becoming a tasty and nutritious supper for the nasty mosquitoes wasn’t in Rarity’s plans and she double checked, if the tent entrance was properly shut and the mosquito net zipped tightly. Making sure, the safety conformed her top high standards, she nodded to some of her thoughts and turned to the comfort of their with Sweetie Belle tent. A few years of more or less regular camping with girls managed to simplify Rarity’s interpretation of “ascetic camp life”. Well, at least it was a giant leap compared to her initial standards.

The two-storey mansion alike tent became history, so did vases and enormous flower bunches; getting rid of solid furniture during hikes was a certain advantage as well. The tent, Rarity used at that moment, was designed for merely 6-8 ponies, not the couple dozens of; much simpler and laconic in decoration and more functional. Yet the generous fashionista couldn’t completely abandon some, excessive for the camping, conveniences. So, there were: a folding stillage – Rarity could take twice less clothes change, still it was quite a load; two inflatable armchairs with a folding table – a lady couldn’t sit like some stray ruffian, besides sitting low was not very healthy; two light chaise-longue like beds with proper bedding – Rarity despised the sleeping bags with passion and her younger sister was surely higher than that as well, so she thought… And quite a few other stuff, which generally an average pony can live without during a two-three days trip.

All that could be packed tightly into the couple of magically enhanced backpacks, which, compared to a fairly large wagon, Rarity took on their first hike, was definitely an immense progress. Still Sweetie Belle thought that her backpack could be a bit lighter… if they threw a fair portion of “totally useless crap” away, while still at home. She was sitting on her bed at that moment, watching Rarity digging in her bags.

That was another moment, Sweetie Belle couldn’t understand – at home or at camping site, Rarity never forgot about the pajamas. Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes inwardly each time, looking how her beautiful sister hiding herself in this textile abomination. Surely it was fashionable enough, as it was still Rarity’s stuff, but…

‘If you can’t sleep naked, despite it’s way healthier, than choking yourself with those,’ thought Sweetie Belle, while Rarity finally found and took out her night clothes. ‘You could at least sleep in your lingerie. At least it would look nicer and save us some extra weight in the backpacks.’ She grabbed her own top and dragged it over her head, throwing it to the armchair, and sighed in relief quite audibly.

Rarity put the pajamas on her bed and was ready to change, turning to her sister, she saw, how Sweetie Belle stretched and ruffled her mane, being already topless. Almost feeling, how her nose painted red, Rarity turned away again, but caught herself on the thought that the whole image of her sister, her lush mane, her small firm perky tits, her long legs (she was taking her snickers off), was quite appealing. Which made her bemused even more; Rarity took off the light silk scarf and started unbuttoning her shirt, involuntarily listening to the rustling sounds from behind with both perked and flushing ears.

“Oh, come on, Ra-ra!” chuckled Sweetie Belle. “Don’t always behave, like if you find out that for the first time. It’s much more comfortable, believe me. You should try it someday…”

“You are a big girl, darling,” huffed Rarity audibly strict. “And can decide for yourself. I still think, there are aspects, lady should stick to no matter what,” her breath though became deeper, as she heard that Sweetie Belle got up. The image of Belle jumping out of her bed in the morning, opening the tent window flap and stretching in all her natural glory in the rays of morning sun, stood in front of Rarity’s inner sight; she was to admit at that moment, Belle looked so incredibly fresh and alluring every time, when she did that.

“Well, at least you’ve decided against changing curtains, sis!”

Rarity heard a giggle, but the overall sense of the phrase slipped by, as her mind was occupied by the image of sunlit Sweetie Belle. She could always insist on Belle following her rules, when they shared one tent, but was to admit, she never tried that. Perhaps, because… Rarity’s cheeks started flaming at her thoughts.

“This made our burden lighter,” continued Sweetie Belle, coming closer. “We could get rid of the pajamas as well, for the mutual benefit. Or put it to some better use…” added she after a moment of thinking, while Rarity took of her lacy bra, struggling with the clip, because of suddenly trembling fingers.

From the tail of her eye Rarity could spot how the pajama pants disappeared from her field of view, being taken off the bed by her sister. The next moment she felt that her arms were being tied tightly together behind her back with that improvised silky restraint. Rarity wanted to turn around quickly and ask Sweetie Belle, what the hay she was doing, but the latter pressed tightly to her back with the whole body, holding older sister on the elbows.

“Ah-ah-ah! Not yet,” heard Rarity her scoffing whisper right behind own pinkish ear. “Confess, Ra-ra, you just thought about me and my morning tricks. I can totally see it by your flaming cheeks and ears, darling!”

“To tell the truth, I enjoy that little game very much,” continued Sweetie Belle, looking for something in Rarity’s bag and at the same time holding her sister on spot. “You are so tempted to make me follow your rules each time… yet, something… something is stopping you from doing that too persistently, despite you could easily force me, being the big sister.”

“Aha, here it is!” Sweetie Belle straightened up and the next moment Rarity’s sight was obstructed with something pitch black, silky and soft – her own sleeping blindfold. Rarity could only gasp and let out a quiet squeak, as she suddenly felt a small wet kiss behind her fluffy ear and then a tiny bite on the ear itself.

“Now we play a bit by my rules,” giggled Sweetie Belle. “Agreed, big sister?”

“Aahhhah-ah!” Rarity quickly nodded, her breath and heart raced, as she felt small hot palms on her breasts and tender kisses between her stretched shoulder blades.

“Good girl!” Sweetie Belle slowly licked Rarity’s neck up to the hair line, making her instantly flutter and bite her lip with a whimper. The filly snuggled tightly to her older sister and let her hands roam free on the pristine white coat, stroking lightly Rarity’s shoulders and sides, circling and squeezing her firm breasts and perky from anticipation (and cool air) nipples, scratching the stomach and making Rarity moan and strain the abdomen muscles.

Rarity’s hands, tied behind her back, appeared on the same level with Belle’s sweet spot, but when she tried to run her fingers on Belle’s inner thighs and caress her delicious flower, feeling Belle’s silky venus hill pressing and rubbing against her palms, the filly backed a bit.

“No, no, darling! There is time for everything,” whispered Belle in Rarity’s ear, while her fingernails slightly scratched Rarity’s stomach, making her tremble and weakly lean on the girl. “Did I say that I allowed you to do that yet?”

“No…” breathed Rarity, shaking her head. “No, Mistress!” Her blind searching for Sweetie Belle’s lips was granted with a silvery giggle and a long passionate kiss; Belle’s tongue was forcedly pressed inside Rarity’s mouth and started attacking her own, exploring the whole place at the same time. Rarity clung to Belle’s lips, like a scuba diver to the air source; she wanted to prolong the delight, to melt on craving girl’s lips like an ice cream and to take as much of Sweetie Belle inside as it was possible simultaneously. She kept holding and sucking on Belle’s tongue even when the latter tried to part for a while; Rarity deserved a small fast slap on her butt cheek for that disobedience.

“AW!!!” Rarity’s cheeks started flaming again and her nose painted pink at the tip, but to her bewilderment she was to admit she liked everything, happening to her. She could feel the ticklish warmth, spreading from her crotch up to her abdomen and slowly raising higher, and when she moved, the faint touch of cloth above the already erecting clit almost tore a moan from her lips.

“Naughty girl!” Sweetie Belle’s fervent breath burnt Rarity’s fluffy ear and her tongue licked it, fluttering, teasing, getting slightly inside and sending a hot wave of sensational novelty down Rarity’s neck and chest.

“Ohhhh! Don’t torment me… Mistress!” faintly squeaked Rarity, wriggling in Belle’s hands which started massaging her breasts again. “Please…”

“Hmpf!” huffed Sweetie Belle, turning her attention to Rarity’s back again. “What are you talking about? We just started!”

She placed another kiss on the back of her sister’s head, lifting the amazing wave of Rarity’s lilac hair, then slowly traveled down, covering Rarity’s spine with short hot kisses; her hands followed shortly above, fingernails barely touching Rarity’s coat. Each touch was like a gunshot, Rarity’s body arched, she panted and trembled under the filly’s hands.

“Ahhh! My dearest Rarity…” breathed out Sweetie Belle, reaching the bottom, snuggling and rubbing her cheek against Rarity’s palms. Rarity stood still, not trying to react not to displease her demanding Mistress. But she couldn’t stifle a sudden squeak, when she felt the rest of her clothes being dragged down quite harshly; the following tiny bite right into her butt cheek made her twitch and produce another girly scream, while Sweetie Belle laughed. “Mmm, delicious… like soft marshmallow!” Another giggle followed.

Rarity was a bout to huff angrily at the last remark, but she remembered about the rules just in time, not to call another punishment on herself.

“You love to command your younger sister so much, darling,” Belle got up. She wrapped Rarity’s silky tail around her arm and held her sister firmly, another hand squeezed Rarity’s breast, pinching the nipple lightly between two fingers. Sweetie Belle put her leg on the bed, dragging Rarity closer by her tail and pressing herself against sister’s heated body; she even started rubbing her slit on Rarity’s hip lightly. “Now it’s my turn to tell and yours – to obey. Take off your shoes!”

Despite her whole position being generally humiliating, Rarity couldn’t deny that she loved each moment of that. Being dragged by the tail wasn’t the desired treatment for anypony, but being dragged by the tail by her younger sister, whose body pressed against Rarity and hands caressed her teasingly, was a totally different story. That was incredibly sexy and Rarity felt, as her whole body responded, heating, craving for continuation. Her slit opened up slightly and her love juices already flowed down her legs. More of them came out, when Sweetie Belle jerked her by the tail once more bringing closer and snuggling tighter into her body.

“Hmpf!” triumphantly chuckled Belle, her fingers rushed to Rarity’s southern regions and returned glistening, smelling of Rarity’s desire; Belle licked them quite audibly, so Rarity barely held herself from pouncing her sister and appeasing her sexual appetite.

Rarity was on the edge already, she could throw off her shoes from the third attempt only, every touch made her flutter and moan and Sweetie Belle relished every tiny second of that. Truth to be told, Belle felt her own sexual drive building up fast likewise, which didn’t come unnoticed, when she pressed her snatch against Rarity’s hip. The pulse and wetness made Rarity’s heart race and body heat up even more immediately.

Apparently, her sister prepared some more special treatment for her, as Rarity felt that Sweetie Belle released her tail, and heard that she sat on the bed in front of her. Naked, blindfolded, with her hands tied behind her back Rarity stood still and waited for the further orders of her Mistress. Normally Rarity would kick the crap out of anypony trying to command, let alone force her to do something; making others wonder how could a delicate and fragile fashionista find strength to confront literally anypony. But that time was different, that was her beloved younger sister; besides, to her utter amazement Rarity realized that her strongest wish at the moment was to please and love Sweetie Belle, to… take her entirely and to give up to her.

“Get down!” the command followed and with a gulp Rarity kneeled to her sister. A part of her was furious about the position she was put into, but another, let’s be frank the bigger part, froze into anticipation of more unusual, and much sharper because of that, pleasure. Sitting with her knees widely spread made Rarity’s pussy completely open and another larger portion of love juices flowed out, staining the tent floor.

“You can’t even imagine how magnificent is the look,” cooed Sweetie Belle, eyeing kneeled sister; her pristine white coat; round breasts with hardened pink nipples; flowing tail, resting on the floor; proudly cocked head (despite her less than advantageous position) with a lush wave of lilac silk, falling on the shoulders; and at the same time obediently stretched muzzle, catching each of Belle’s words with strained perky ears.

“Well, take off the blindfold and hand me a mirror… Mistress,” suddenly playfully murmured Rarity. The furious part gave up and she caught herself upon fully enjoying the game, craving for more.

“Tsk-tsk-tsk, naughty girl…” Sweetie Belle shook her head, she looked for something else in their bags. “You must have patience, darling.”

The sound of lighting match and the smell of aroma wax, which followed, completely puzzled Rarity, even managed to distract her a little from the building up tension between her legs. If Rarity saw, what exactly was prepared for her, she wouldn’t sit that calm, but it was going to be a complete surprise.

A drip of molten wax fell on Rarity’s left nipple and at the same time a small spoon got pressed against the right one. The contrast was so striking and so sudden that, despite being slightly painful, it was taken by her extremely heated body as another ultimate caress. Rarity’s whole body strained, her vagina contracted, splashing a portion of secretion out.

“Aaaaaahhhhh!!!” a long low pitch moan could seemingly scare away some bats in the woods, Rarity’s body arched wildly, her thighs rushed together, as she tried to keep the remnants of self control, feeling that the release was about to take over. But Sweetie Belle was faster, placing her small foot in between Rarity’s legs and pressing it tightly to the pulsing vulva; Rarity’s thighs squeezed it and Sweetie Belle could feel Rarity’s juices flowing on her instep and between her toes. Belle couldn’t hold herself from wiggling her toes lightly and felt, how the grip tightened immediately. With dilated eyes she watched, how Rarity almost humped her foot, moaning shamelessly, leaning back for better support and contact, wriggling and panting in desire. Levitating them with her magic Sweetie Belle added more wax from the candle and turned over the metal spoon.

Rarity’s movements became frantic, she groaned like a wild tigress through gritted teeth, rhythmically squeezing Belle’s foot between her thighs. Redness flooded her whole stomach and spread to her breasts and neck, covered in small drips of sweat. She could feel the approaching storm of shaky release and rushed to enjoy consciously as much of its premise as it was possible.

Her younger sister felt the speeding and strengthening pulse as well. Catching the moment, when Rarity released her a bit to gain better support, Sweetie Belle removed her foot, leaving Rarity disappointedly bite her lip and breathe heavily. Even with her eyes covered the expression of letdown was written on her muzzle so clearly, that Belle’s heart jumped and she regretted the act immediately. But she wanted her another way.

“Belle, why?” hoarsely whispered Rarity, while the filly was examining her soaking wet toes, dividing between three strong wishes: to let Rarity make love with her foot to the release, to make her lick them clean first, or to try and taste them herself. “M-m-mistress?..”

“Shhhh…” finally responded Sweetie Belle, taking off the blindfold from Rarity instead of the answer, her horn glowed, untying Rarity’s hands with its magic. “Calm down, darling!”

“I think, you deserved your reward, sis,” Belle was smiling and Rarity could enjoy the view of her sister, sitting on the bed with legs spread and her tight snatch leaking hardly less than Rarity’s own. Belle squeezed her firm breast, biting the index finger of another hand and watching Rarity’s reaction fixedly. “Do you want me?”

“Y-yes, Mistress!” Rarity even moved a few inches closer, still kneeled; then she did, what surprised Sweetie Belle much – Rarity grabbed her foot and passionately licked her toes and instep, tasting herself from sisters foot and looking Sweetie Belle directly into the eyes with burning desire. “I want you, I want all of you!!!”

“Then come and get me!” Sweetie Belle moaned, stretching her hand to Rarity and dragging her closer. “Love your Mistress as hard as you can…”

“No, another way round…” breathed she out, rubbing her nipples in fervor. “Upside down!” Belle caught Rarity’s leg, making her lay with her pussy placed above filly’s muzzle. “I want to make you scream from pleasure, while you’re doing the same to me.”

“Oh, sweet Celestia!” Rarity leaned over spread Sweetie Belle, pressing her breasts against Belle’s stomach – the nipples irritated by heat and cold send another wave of ticklish sensation through Rarity’s body upon the slightest touch.

“Totally wrong!” cooed the filly, grabbing Rarity by the base of her lush tail again and bringing her blooming, leaking rose closer to own lips, another hand grabbed Rarity’s firm butt cheek tightly, spreading the slit some more. “I’m your little sister Sweetie Belle, remember?” And wasting no more time Belle let her tongue dance madly on Rarity’s hardened clit, causing her whimper and shake with the whole gorgeous body.

Rarity was more straightforward, apparently, her own arousal reached the borderline phase, so she did, what she hardly expected herself – simply attacked Belle’s slit with her tongue right away, pushing it far inside the wet, tight vagina, rolling and thrusting it inside, rubbing Belle’s clit with her thumb. She was rewarded very fast, feeling how her younger sister’s legs trembled and inner walls started contracting, catching and releasing Rarity’s tongue from the tight elastic grip.

“Mmmmm!!!” moaned Sweetie Belle, when the first convulsive waves of orgasm became obvious. She stuck her tongue as deep as she could into Rarity’s pussy and let her sister thrust down on her tongue, leaking on her lips, chin and neck. Belle’s legs shivered, bending involuntarily, while convulsive waves shook her whole body; she grabbed Rarity’s butt tighter, clinging to her slit and drilling it almost unconsciously, as the release flooded the filly as well.

Rarity’s inner walls clamped around her sister’s tongue, she threw her head back, sending the splendid wave of curly lilac mane flow on her back, and let out a happy scream of extremely aroused mare, being owned by her lovely marefriend. The mere fact, that the latter was her younger sister, made Rarity’s pleasure twice sharp and overwhelming.

“I love you, Belle!” Rarity wiggled her hips, trying to let more of Belle’s tongue into herself; she arched her body, like a big cat, her tail was playfully waving side by side, pacing with the strong orgasmic convulsions, quaking her mercilessly. “I love you! I love you!”

She barely found any strength to get off Sweetie Belle and turn over not to collapse right on her. Rarity snuggled to her sister’s chest, placing her head on Belle’s shoulder; her left hand rested on Belle’s breast, feeling how their bodies cooled down a little.

They might have dropped out of the reality for a short while, recovering and enjoying their finally more than sisterly cuddle, when the quiet sound of unzipping tent entrance woke them up from their sweet dreams. Two pony girls’ figures slid inside from the twilight and in a second Sweetie Belle and Rarity found themselves being kissed, hugged and squeezed frantically by Apple sisters…

*

The tent lamp blinked several times, spreading uneven trembling light around and making the shadows dance on the tent walls: faint smell of smoke appeared in the air and Applejack wrinkled her nose, freckles funnily jumped. Apple Bloom watched her older sister with mysterious smile.

“Consarnit!” Applejack tried to adjust the lamp wick, turning the handle slowly, until the flame became even and smokeless again. She waved her hand in front of her muzzle, driving the smoke remnants away, and, apparently, didn’t hear the cloth rustling behind. “Ah need to clean the darn thing… before we all get poisoned one night. Apple Bloom, remind me please, if Ah… Hmmm?!”

Applejack couldn’t say, what she wanted to be reminded about, when she felt two warm soft hands on her chest and the rest of Apple Bloom pressing tightly to her back, while girl’s hands wrapped around her older sister and slightly stroked her. Apple Bloom leaned her head between sister’s shoulder blades and her red hair tickled Applejack’s neck, filled her nostrils with autumn apple and cinnamon aroma. Applejack felt, how her younger sister shivered a little, perhaps because the evening air was a bit fresh, or due to some other reason… as Applejack could clearly feel Apple Bloom’s stone hard nipples through the shirt.

“Apple Bloom?!” the soft tender kiss on her neck, right under the hair line made Applejack reconsider, what she wanted to say, and tore a quiet gasp from her lips instead; she bowed her head, her mouth opened slightly from the sudden pleasure.

“Shhhhh…” whispered Apple Bloom, kissing Applejack under her thick braid, in the neck, behind the ear. With a quiet giggle she licked sister’s earlobe, sending her torrid breath along Applejack ear and cheek and making her squint.

The sudden touch of Apple Bloom’s small palm above the navel was like hot wax splash for Applejack, making her let out a small girly squeak, then moan excitedly, so delightful it felt against naked skin – the moan came out unconsciously and overly sexy, surprising and bemusing Applejack much. She didn’t have much time to realize, what happened though, as another tender hand quickly untied her shirt and sneaked over her raising high from the speeding breath breasts, straining in unwilling anticipation of pleasure. Thin fingers caressed and squeezed gently large Applejack’s breasts, fluttering around her hardened nipples and making Applejack involuntarily moan quietly, but very lustfully, tremble with all her strong body, now feeling more like some apple jam jelly.

“Apple Bloom?!” Applejack slowly turned in her sister’s embrace, the astonishment in her voice competed her dilated eyes in scale, when she met dreamy, starry glance of Apple Bloom. The girl got rid of her top already and snuggled tightly into older sister’s chest, looking up at her with love and passion; her soft tender hands didn’t loose time and pulled Applejack’s shirt off her shoulders, at the very moment she turned around.

“Don’t you like it, big sis?” quietly asked Apple Bloom, placing a barely sensible, yet so sharply pleasant kiss between Applejack’s breasts, burning them with her breath and making Applejack bite her lip involuntarily. Small girl’s palms already travelled up Applejack’s ribs, making her whimper from ticklish sensation – Applejack tried her best to hold though, and squeezed her boobs from the sides, warming them.

To her own surprise Applejack caught herself on the thought that the mere look of Apple Bloom widely open, bright, loving eyes, her scarlet, gleaming in the uneven light lips, invitingly open at the moment, her thin, tanned, freckled shoulders with pronounced collar bones – all made Applejack want to flood them with kisses and caressing touching, take the girl in hands and hold close, never let down, love forever…

“Ah… Ah like it, Apple Bloom,” breathed out Applejack, she threw her head back, squinting and moaning under her sister’s touch, unbraiding her straw-blond hair, making her heavy firm breasts raise even higher, so Apple Bloom cover them with kisses, squeaking excitedly. “This… Ahhh! This was just… Awwww! Oh! Apple Bloom! Slightly unexpected! Aaaohhh! But… darn it, whatever you do, don’t… Ahhh! Don’t stop it!” Applejack panted and wriggled, as Apple Bloom sucked and tickled with the tongue one of her nipples, and massaged another with the open palm. “But… Why so…”

“Because I love you, Big Apple,” Apple Bloom giggled quietly. “More than just the younger sister loves the older one, you see… I always wanted to do that!”

Suddenly she released Applejack’s breasts and dived down, unzipping and drawing off her old jeans and unalterable high boots, leaving Applejack completely naked, heated, shivering from desire, almost touching herself already. Then Apple Bloom quickly got rid of the rest of her own clothes and snuggled into her older sister again, running her fingers down Applejack’s back, making her close the eyes and moan, as her body became charged with passion more and more.

“Ah wanted to do that sometimes, was unsure about yar reaction though,” breathed Applejack in between quakes of pleasure, she grabbed Apple Bloom and lifted her, taking in hands, supporting; Apple Bloom wrapped her legs and arms around Applejack’s flaming body and pressed her craving lips over sister’s mouth.

Their tongues danced, touching, teasing, curling around each other. The girls almost melted in mutual kiss, tasting beloved lips, selflessly forgetting about the air, like the pearl divers looking for a priceless treasure. Applejack’s hands squeezed and massaged Apple Bloom’s firm round butt cheeks, caressed her loins, made Apple Bloom moan muffledly through their kiss and wildly thrust against sister’s strong body, when Applejack’s fingers found and stroked the small dimples near the spine.

Applejack held the girl’s loins with one hand tighter and reached the sweet valley between Apple Bloom’s legs with another. She gently ran her finger along the swollen and already slightly open slit, making Apple Bloom breath harder.

“Mhmmmm, Apple… jack…” whimpered Apple Bloom, when the sweet finger teasingly touched around the cherry, she caught sister’s tongue and started sucking it, breathing heavily through the nose, like a marathon runner, and making Applejack surprisingly gasp and slow down for a while. Apparently, the girl was building up faster, despite Applejack could feel how her own love juices flow down her strained legs; a transparent thick strand slowly stretched out of her snatch, reaching the tent floor. Applejack kneeled to the sleeping bag, lowering herself and her becoming limp and heavy sister. Apple Bloom though snuggled to her even tighter.

“What’s up, little sis?” asked Applejack, stroking girl’s back lightly and tenderly. She wanted to give her a little break, letting herself warm up more at the same time.

“I’ve just remembered the times, when you bathed me, Applejack. When I was a small filly…” Apple Bloom rested her head on Applejack’s shoulder, her eyes were closed, hair sumptuously covered Applejack’s chest mixing with her own straw-blond strands; Apple Blooms finger drew random patterns on another shoulder of her sister, little-by-little traveling lower. “Or better say when we bathed together. I loved it. Perhaps I didn’t understand why then, but now I can say, I was proud, looking at you, Applejack - my big, strong, beautiful, confident sister. And it was amazing to rest in your hands, to lean on you… I miss it so much.”

“I won’t lie, I miss it much too,” sighed Applejack, she kissed Apple Bloom in the top of her red head, then gasped, when her sister’s index finger suddenly reached her nipple and started drawing circles around the areola, teasing and touching lightly, like butterfly with its wings. Apple Bloom covered sister’s neck with scorching hot, short kisses, licking it lustfully from time to time, even bit once slightly. Applejack felt that her snatch fully opened and a new portion of love juices was pushed out by it; the ticklish heat started spreading from her venus hill up her stomach and higher, as Apple Bloom continued her caresses.

“I think we need to return to that tradition,” cooed Apple Bloom, watching her shivering sister with the sly smile and feeling her own abdomen heating up again.

“Definitely!” breathed out Applejack, her eyes were closed, she listened to her body, biting her lip and stroking Apple Bloom’s hips.

Apple Bloom released her sister and turned around, kneeling just like Applejack, but between her strong thighs, leaning on her and spreading own legs as wide as possible. She threw her hands up and wrapped them around Applejack’s neck, running the fingers through sister’s hair, ruffling them and breathing in the straw and flowers aroma. That made Apple Bloom’s breasts raise, her reddened nipples shone in the light of the tent lamp like dark rubies.

One strong hand covered Apple Bloom’s left breast, squeezing it softly and making her heart race like a train, another travelled slowly on her stomach, around the navel and along the trail down to the sweet valley, spreading the slit, stroking around the clit, teasingly sliding one finger inside for short moments. Apple Bloom moaned thinly, she trembled and wriggled, her hands unconsciously caressed Applejack’s legs, enjoying the feel of the muscles under silky skin. She felt the trimmed muff on her butt and arched like a bow to snuggle tighter to Applejack’s fluff; she even squeaked excitedly, feeling a wet strand connecting her skin with Applejack’s heating pussy.

Applejack caressed her younger sister, driving her closer and closer to long awaited release, forgetting about her own pleasure. The memory of bathing Apple Bloom made her regret that she couldn’t get in the tub with the girl, snuggling to her chest, right at that moment, but what they had was quite nice anyway. Suddenly her venus hill met a real blessing in the form of Apple Bloom’s soft round heel, as the girl put her feet under herself. Applejack squeezed Apple Bloom tighter in excitement, making her squeak surprisingly. But in a moment Apple Bloom realized everything, when Applejack, stroking her faster and faster, pressed the heated pussy against her heel and started thrusting, flooding Apple Bloom’s feet with the love juices and panting.

“I love you, Applejack!” faintly breathed out Apple Bloom tilting her head and melting in Applejack’s ardent kiss.

“And Ah love you, sugarcube!” Applejack raised a bit, lifting the smaller frame of her sister and stretching own legs. She lied down on the sleeping bags, placing Apple Bloom over herself. One of her hands kept caressing girl’s blooming flower, making it produce the nectar in unbelievable quantities, another travelled freely all over girl’s body, teasing, touching, stroking, pinching lightly, making Apple Bloom twitch and pant under the surf of desire rolling over her in strengthening waves.

Apple Bloom reached the lush blond mane and ran her fingers through Applejack’s hay fragrant hair, she closed her eyes and gave herself almost completely to the extreme pleasure, which her older sister lavished on her. Almost completely, because another hand rushed to Applejack’s slit, looking for the same sweet valley it could walk along, returning the favour of satisfaction. With knees bent, supporting her body and giving her some more freedom of hand movement, Apple Bloom got a bit lower, still allowing her snatch to be massaged and stroked. She slid her thin fingers into Applejack’s coralline grotto, feeling its hotness and elasticity, its delicious silky wetness.

“Mmmmmm…” groaned Applejack, clearly telling the girl, her fingers hit the right spot, when the latter found the more hardened and swollen part of the inner walls and started rubbing it in gentle circular and thrusting movements. She threw a quick glance down to her gifted red-haired sister, who wriggled in her strong hands, panting, yet smiling to the pleasant thought about the caresses being returned. Applejack licked her middle and ring fingers, tasting Apple Bloom’s secretion, enjoying it to the last drip; she kept constant eye contact, reveling in the look of Apple Bloom’s eyes dilating, while she slid both fingers back inside, pressing her index and little fingers tightly to girl’s labia.

“JAAAAAACKIEEEEEE!!!” Apple Bloom let out an ear splitting shriek, when Applejack started the short strong thrusts inside her sisters already contracting vagina, hitting the g-spot and making the girl uncontrollably whimper and twitch in her hands. Yet Apple Bloom rubbed Applejack’s inner walls as intensely as she only could, with her remaining force and ceasing self control, and after a few seconds of mutual strong thrusts both pussies started to contract almost synchronously, squeezing girls’ fingers and delivering both sweating, panting, flaming from passion sisters the amazing sensation of unity.

“This is what a proper apple pie made of!” happily flied in Apple Bloom’s spinning head, when she melted in Applejack’s hands and lips and the storm of her own orgasm was about to flood her and drive away.

The girls muffledly moaned with their lips locked together in an endless kiss, tongues lazily struggling, bodies shivering and snuggling together. Apple Bloom breathed deeply and happy tears ran down her cheeks, her knees bent and rushed to her chest to make the vice lock of her inner walls around Jackie’s fingers even tighter; she squeezed them with short strong convulsions, flooding her older sister’s venus hill and pussy with love juices. Applejack’s body strained, her own quaking orgasm locked and unlocked her vagina around Applebloom’s delicate fingers fast, she let out half-moan half-laugher before the remnants of her self control ceased.

Perhaps Apple Bloom lost consciousness for a while, because when she was capable to open her eyes, she found herself laying on her back on the sleeping bag and the first thing she saw, were Applejack’s big green eyes with long fair eyelashes – they were looking into hers and smiling. Applejack was lying on her elbow and gently stroking Apple Bloom’s shoulders, chest, stomach, ran her fingers across sister’s relaxed arms and through her red hair.

“Now simply confess mah little alchemist,” said Applejack with a chuckle, giving her sister one more passionate kiss. “It’s all yar tea, isn’t it?”

“Partially,” Apple Bloom said with a smile, stretching her arm and touching Jackie’s soft cheek, stroking it, curling the strand of her hair around the fingers. “It doesn’t bring anything non-existent!” She turned on her side and snuggled tightly to Applejack’s breasts, wrapping her arms around older sister. “We are here, because I love you… more than simply the big sister!” ardently whispered she.

“So do Ah, little sis,” Applejack leaned closer and Apple Bloom’s lips melted in another ardent kiss.

*

“To be completely honest, I don’t feel sleepy at all,” Rainbow zipped the tent entrance, smacking a lone mosquito on her shoulder. “And it’s not too late, considering those little bastards,” she wiped her hand, “are still looking for their prey.”

Rainbow Dash turned around, Scootaloo was unlacing and taking off her boots. Seeing that she squinted a bit, Rainbow kneeled in front of the filly.

“What’s up, pal?”

“Ugh, my feet hurt a bit!” groaned Scootaloo, leaning backwards and stretching her toes back and forth. “It was a long walk and the boots appeared to be tighter than I expected. I still can’t fly decently, let alone like you, Dash,” she added with a small smile.

“Oh, come one,” Rainbow moved closer to her. “This is not a tragedy. Where is your spirit, Scoots? It’ll come in its time,” She ruffled the girl’s mane. “Look at Fluttershy, she spends most time on the ground, yet it doesn’t make her less of a great flyer, when it is called for…”

“Hmm, this is different. But maybe you’re right, everything has its time…”

“…as for your aching feet… I think, I can help here,” Rainbow took one girl’s foot in her hands, warming it up, gently rubbing, stretching and removing the tension.

“Mmmm… It feels so nice,” cooed Scootaloo, closing her eyes and moving closer, when Rainbow put her foot on her chest and took another to massage it as well. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, Dash… Your hands are amazing…”

She didn’t notice how Rainbow left her feet for a brief moment, but a soft tender touch of Rainbow’s lips on her own made Scootaloo open her eyes at once. To be honest, it wasn’t entirely unexpected, yet managed to catch Scootaloo by a surprise.

“Sorry, Scoots! I don’t know, how it…” Rainbow Dash retreated with a faint shadow of guilt on her abashed face. She bit her lower lip and her cheeks were flaming, but her whole expression told somehow that she wished for continuation.

“No, Dash, it’s okay,” breathed out Scootaloo, leaning closer and placing a long soft kiss on her lips. “Don’t explain anything, just do, if you want to do…” cooed she, nuzzling Rainbow’s neck, when they parted.

“Do you still want me to massage your feet?” asked Rainbow, still slightly bemused by the escalation.

“Yes, please, it feels awesome. But I won’t mind anything else you have planned,” smirked Scootaloo, laying herself on the sleeping bag.

“We’ll see…” huffed Dash with slightly pinkish nose, but her confidence seemed to be returning fast.

She grabbed Scootaloo’s feet again, stroking them gently, trying to pay enough attention to each. Rainbow’s warm hands, her playful fingers made Scootaloo wriggle from pleasure, while each tender touch sent shivers up her spine. The first faint moan dropped from Scootaloo’s mouth, when Rainbow took one foot and rubbed her silky cheek against the instep.

“It’s so soft and nice!” cooed Rainbow Dash, rubbing her muzzle against Scootaloo’s sole, licking it from the heel to the toes, murmuring from excitement. With dilated eyes Scootaloo watched Rainbow sucking on her toe like the most delicious ice cream in her life. The fillies expected the potion reveal something alike, still the resulting show was exceeding the most promising expectations.

The next moment Scootaloo realized that surprises only started to happen: with a lusty moan and half-lidded eyes Rainbow Dash grabbed her top and dragged it over her head, throwing it aside and revealing her fairly small, but firm and very perky at that moment, breasts. Normally Rainbow wasn’t overly confident about her size, but, apparently, she became heated enough to take things easier. She placed Scootaloo’s feet between her breasts and wrapped her hands around them, squeezing together and biting her lower lip in extreme pleasure, breathing heavily.

“Oh, Dash,” could only say Scootaloo, while Rainbow’s hands traveled along her shins, stroked the knees and slowly slid up to her hips, making Scootaloo’s heart thump in anticipation. She unbuttoned her shorts and it was then Rainbow’s turn to watch with dilated eyes, how the girl quickly took them and the panties off, taking her precious feet away from Rainbow for a moment. Then Scootaloo sat on Rainbow’s lap and wrapped her legs around her older friend; she took her t-shirt off as well and pressed her large round breasts against Rainbow’s, wrapping her hands around Rainbow’s neck and looking into her surprised magenta eyes.

“Sweet Celestia, you’re awesome…” Rainbow Dash squeezed the girl’s butt cheeks gently, her hands massaged them unconsciously, while their lips met and their tongues started dancing. Rainbow ran her fingers up Scootaloo’s back and shoulder blades, making her break the kiss and bend back, shivering and wriggling in pleasure; she used the moment and caught her firm pink nipple, sucking on Scootaloo’s breast and causing faint squeaky moans, while her hands travelled all over Scootaloo’s back and sides.

The lightest touch of the wings margins threw Scootaloo into a lust attack: wings spread fully, the girl produced a quite audible whimper and hungrily kissed Rainbow, who felt that she was melting in that kiss, while Scootaloo’s tongue fiercely dominated Rainbow’s mouth. She decided to return the favour: her hands found Rainbow’s wings and started caressing them, tenderly, but persistently, unambiguously calling for the reaction. Which didn’t took long to happen as well – with a loud flap Rainbow’s large wings opened, almost kicking down the tent lamp and making both girls stagger.

Like some mythic four-winged creature, both girls snuggled tighter and tighter, kissing like mad, scratching and stroking their shoulders, rubbing their hardened nipples against each other.

“Scootaloo, I love you so much,” moaned Rainbow, running her fingers into girl’s short unruly hair and massaging her head, while placing endless hot short kisses on her neck.

“Mutually!” breathed out Scootaloo, shivering; her head was thrown back and her arousal built up fast, as she rubbed her whole body against Rainbow rhythmically, while holding onto Rainbow’s shoulders. She was wet between her legs and Rainbow could feel it, when Scootaloo pressed her craving snatch into Rainbow’s stomach.

Not wasting time on words Rainbow Dash put her heated named sister on her back on the sleeping bag and quickly got rid of her own shorts and boots. Leaning on her elbows Scootaloo watched, how the desired body slid out of the clothes and presented to her in full glory of the large wings, strong, yet tender hands, small, but so firm and perky breasts, perfect muscular stomach and fit slender legs. Rainbow’s muzzle lit with a smile, apparently she was quite satisfied with the impression; even more, when Scootaloo invitingly stretched her hand towards her “older sister”, not being able to suppress her desire any more.

Kneeling to the filly Rainbow ran her fingers up her thighs ever so slightly, teasingly, making Scootaloo wriggle and whimper in sweet convulsions of unrealized passion.

“If you want to call for Celestials, it’s the right time!” smirked Rainbow Dash, licking Scootaloo’s stomach and making her bend wildly, while girl’s fingers clawed the sleeping bag and her breasts became stone hard because of contracted muscles. “Call for Luna or Celestia, or even both at once… But not too loud. You don’t want them to become too interested and come,” she giggled, while her tongue traveled up Scootaloo’s body, dancing around her nipples, sending a hot wave up her neck and finding its home port between girl’s flaming dry lips.

She retreated, leaving Scootaloo lay as an aroused, wriggling, leaking, panting mess, and sat, watching the work of her soft hands and naughty tongue, feeling tension in her own abdomen, swelling and wetness of her own vulva. With a quiet satisfied giggle Rainbow leaned backwards and crossed her legs with Scootaloo’s, pressing her snatch tightly to the girl’s pussy. Supporting herself with one elbow Rainbow grasped Scootaloo’s foot and rubbed her cheek against girls sole, causing her to twitch and gasp from the sudden ticklish sensation.

Leaving Scootaloo no time to rest Rainbow’s tongue started fluttering on girl’s sole, instep, toes and between them like a supersonic butterfly, teasing, sending megawatt discharges up Scootaloo’s shivering legs, making the girl produce loud low pitch moans of extreme pleasure. Even the tickling was completely overshadowed by fast building desire at that moment. The sounds produced by Scootaloo were not timid giggles of an undetermined filly, but the anthem of love, sang by an adult mare in passion, which knew for sure, what and how she wanted. They made Rainbow’s own drive escalate faster and she could already feel her slit opening up and producing the first portion of love juices.

Almost unconsciously Scootaloo found Rainbow’s leg and started returning the favour, caressing it, running her tender fingers on the foot and shin. Then she took Rainbow’s toe in her mouth and started sucking on it rhythmically, like doing it a proper blowjob.

It felt so sharply amazing and looked so sexy that made Rainbow Dash watch her young protégé with dilated eyes and loudly thumping heart. The sweet smell of Scootaloo’s secretion drove Rainbow insane, teasing her, making her wish to melt with that girl in one. She left Scootaloo’s foot for a minute, positioning herself better, so that her already opened flower aligned perfectly with Scootaloo’s tight juicy rose, then pressed herself against, moving forward. Rainbow accepted the game rules eagerly and wormed her tongue between girl’s toes, making her muffledly moan, but to her surprise Scootaloo didn’t leave her foot and kept licking and tasting it.

Waving her fit firm hips, moving them in circles, Rainbow started short strong thrusts towards Scootaloo, making their snatches share the wet hot french kisses. Scootaloo released Rainbow’s leg and bent backwards like a taut bow, raising on her elbows; she let out a high girly scream, when their pussies find the vacuuming position and started practically sucking each other. But she regained strength fast and raised her head to throw a quick glare full of wild passion at Rainbow Dash, then grabbed her foot again and continued eating it, trying to pace the licks with pelvic thrusts.

With a sly smile Rainbow put her hand on Scootaloo’s stomach and ever so slightly ran her fingernails down girl’s venus hill, making her pant and moan heavier. She found the cherry and placed her thumb slightly above, massaging it with circular movements. Scootaloo’s eyes rolled up her head for a short moment, she even bit Rainbow’s toe slightly in uncontrolled pleasure. That made Dash only smirk through the grimace of own fast growing rapture, but Scootaloo managed to surprise her once more, as the girl only sped up under becoming unbearably teasing caresses.

Scootaloo turned herself a little, so their mirrored movements combined anatomically better and allowed girls’ clits rub against each other thighs automatically, leaving their hands free for other interesting things. Her hips moved back and forth like loco piston, as upcoming orgasm was about to take her over. The girls grinded like mad, sucking on their toes and overly enjoying those parts of each other, they found extremely attractive at that moment.

The girls gave no damn about their tent most likely visibly shaking, unambiguously telling anypony, willing to watch, about the owners’ activity. They gave themselves completely to the pleasure of wet and loud vaginal “kisses”, spreading the ticklish heat up their bodies, painting their breasts and necks red, making them sweat and pant, like two sexy mares in lust could do.

After a few more minutes the first strong contraction jerked Scootaloo from inside, making her whine thinly and shake uncontrollably, pumping her love juices away faster and faster with each new stronger convulsion of her vaginal muscles, between their with Rainbow flaming bodies. Dashr was to release Scootaloo’s foot, as the girl dragged her knees closer to her chest, thus making her snatch even tighter and her contractions and grasp on Rainbow stronger.

“I love you, Dashieeeeeee!!!” Scootaloo let out a thin girly shriek, totally not coming along with her adult actions. She snuggled her face into Rainbow’s foot, her legs shook wildly, her toes bent and stretched in rhythm with her inner contractions, body becoming nearly uncontrollable.

Rainbow Dash let out a loud moan, feeling her own orgasm breaking the flood gates and catching Scootaloo’s thigh to hold on it and not let her own strong convulsions separate them prematurely.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!” her own roar could make a female timberwolf turn pale humbly, when Rainbow Dash arched and strained her whole body, squeezing Scootaloo between her trembling knees.

The silence, which fell after, seemed almost palpable. Yet when the girls regained their feelings, they noticed it being not absolute: they could definitely hear the moans and heavy breathing from outside; naturally, it could come from other tents only.

Rainbow found strength to raise first. With a smirk she sat and gave a hand to Scootaloo, who was still soft and limp, like a sleepy kitten, raising her as well. The girls cuddled, not breaking their scissors pose, still feeling their hot wet flowers pressed tightly together and finding that feeling the most pleasant and exciting experience for a while. They gently kissed and stroked heads, shoulders and backs of each other, listening to quite promising sounds and quietly giggling.

“I wonder, if we should go and check how the girls are doing,” Rainbow’s question was purely rhetoric, first, because they were surely going to, and second, because she conquered Scootaloo’s mouth, before the girl even had a chance to answer. The incredible sweetness of the girl’s lips made Rainbow’s head spin and she snuggled tighter to Scootaloo for a while, despite the call of curiosity and adventurousness.

*

Rainbow slid out of their tent, holding Scootaloo by hand, and suppressed a shiver – the air outside was cool enough for her naked, heated body. The soft cuddle of warm girl was the perfect remedy though, when Scootaloo caught up with her older “sister” and wrapped her arms around Dash, kissing in the clavicle dimple and making Rainbow squint and melt in girls hands. Tarry smoke of a few pine branches, crackling in the fire pit, trailed up her nose and mixed with something faint and unbelievably sweet, coming from Scootaloo’s messy mane; Rainbow ruffled her unruly hair even more and snuggled her muzzle deep inside with a small happy giggle, inhaling the aroma and tickling the filly with her breath.

The girls crossed the camp clearing and stopped in front of Rarity’s tent, or, better say, Scootaloo stopped and held Rainbow back, before the latter touched the entrance flap; the filly squeezed Rainbow tightly and covered her lips with a passionate kiss, exploring the insides with her eager fluttering tongue and closing her eyes, concentrating on her tactile sensations. Rainbow pulled away her hand, ready to scratch the tent cloth with fingertips, asking for permission, and granted Scootaloo a tender touch on the cheek, stroking her lightly, putting the stray hair strand behind the ear and rubbing there, then letting her fingers travel along the girl’s jaw line and taking her lightly under the chin: holding in place, like saying ‘You are mine and this kiss will last, while I want to taste it!’

Fighting Scootaloo’s tongue for dominance and sharing saliva, kneading her firm butt and snuggling to girl’s large breasts didn’t prevent Rainbow from keeping one ear perked, thus she could hear the muffled sounds, coming from Rarity’s tent were quite interesting in nature, more than self-explanatory and, to tell the truth, very promising, if not to say alluring. Somepony was evidently teased by the partner or few, kept on the edge, as the thin breathless moans unambiguously told; infrequent rustling and accidentally loud sucking and licking wet sounds, made it almost impossible to ignore the wish to have a look and… join the party.

“I think it’s Sweetie Belle,” whispered Scootaloo with a little giggle, when a few high pitch moans, followed by a quiet pleading call to Rarity by name, sounded. She couldn’t hold herself from adding a sultry lick on Rainbows fluffy ear, which made Dash almost jump at spot and attack girl’s lips with doubled enthusiasm.

“Come on,” Scootaloo dragged Rainbow, when she could emerge for air, but before she touched the flap again, somepony unzipped it from inside of the tent and a strong, golden in the soft camp fire light hand dragged both girls inside.

Rainbow produced a girly squeak, as she barely managed to duck under the tent entrance not to smack her muzzle on the tarpaulin edge, and they found themselves right inside, while Applejack – exactly the one, who dragged them – closed the tent entrance shut behind them.

“We were goin’ to make a bet already, when you both show up, with all of yar’ lingerin’,” Applejack appeared in their field of view in whole glory of her naked fit body, glistening in the light of the tent lamp. Rainbows heart made a leap, while she was eyeing the muscles on Jackie’s arms and legs, her flat stomach and firm breasts.

“And… Ah never thought, Ah could hear such a whimper from yar mouth, Dash,” teased Applejack with a wide grin, crossing her hands under her breasts, thus making them raise and perk even more from the strained pectorals. “You, the most daring mare title candidate…” She obviously noticed Rainbows flaming cheeks, hardened breathing and the way Dash licked immediately becoming dry lips, as her own body reacted to that and both Scootaloo and Rainbow could notice the thin transparent strand of liquid, stretching from Applejack’s aroused snatch.

Instead of an answer, still holding Scootaloo tight, Dash raised her free left hand and grabbed Applejack on the shoulders, bringing her closer, so she almost lost the balance and was forced to make a step forward. Rainbows snatch met with Jackie’s hip with a wet sound, squinting with a satisfied moan blue pegasus girl pressed her lips to the surprisingly curled into an “o” earthpony’s ones.

Scootaloo was forced to follow and ended pressed against Applejack’s chest by inertia; her instinctively raised for support arms met with Jackie’s firm breasts. Amazing silkiness and bouncy feel of which made Scootaloo involuntarily squeeze them lightly, enjoying that with widening eyes and racing heart. Applejack voiced something between a gasp and a meaningful huff and wrapped the free hand around Scootaloo’s waist, bringing both girls closer in a hug, nuzzling Rainbow’s flaming cheek and planting a small soft kiss on Scootaloo’s lips.

The scene behind Jackie’s back made Scootaloo’s eyes dilate even more, despite she hardly considered it possible after her reaction to being snuggled into naked Applejack. When Rainbow Dash stopped hungrily kissing Jackie and took a look, she understood Scootaloo’s amazement fully as well.

Sweetie Belle leaned back on her bed, nesting on the pillow, panting weakly; she had a perfect reason for that – Rarity and Apple Bloom snuggled to her sides, like two hungry kittens, they were sucking and licking her breasts, teasing her stone hard nipples, making Belle moan and wriggle. Both girls’ gentle hands caressed Belle’s inner thighs, approaching her heated and fully opened snatch, but never actually touching it, more like hinting that only. Apparently, that aroused Sweetie Belle even more, despite she already was fluttering almost on the edge of another release. She yet found some strength to run her fingers through both girls’ manes, stroking them lightly, throwing quick passionate glances at them and licking her lips, which got dry again very quickly.

Rainbow’s jaw dropped, she made a couple of steps towards the girls, releasing Scootaloo and Applejack and feeling how her lower body quickly filled with heat and pleasant tension. Sweetie Belle accepted the caresses, like a gorgeous queen of love, being praised by her faithful maids, and Rainbow Dash felt a tiny prick of white envy.

“Mmmm… Jackie, ahhh… Jackie!” Belle’s tender call could make a stone statue’s “blood” boil. Rainbow realized that the wetness and whole degree of arousal of Belle’s pussy could hardly be explained by gentle touch of Rarity’s and Apple Bloom’s hands only; she remembered there was some different tint to her kiss with Applejack. Some rustling from behind made Dash turn: evidently, other two girls didn’t waste any time.

Applejack was already laying on her back crossing her amazing strong legs with Scootaloo, who lifted one Jackie’s leg and tried to find the best contact position, rocking her hips and selflessly grinding her snatch against Applejack’s. Scootaloo’s eyes were half closed, head tilted and face snuggled into Jackie’s silky shin; she bit her lip, stifling small excited moans, which started to escape her chest, as both girls heated more and more. Applejack kneaded filly’s legs slightly above her knees, pressing her tighter into own crotch. She threw her head back, her straw blond hair covered the floor and swept from side to side, when Applejack wriggled under the waves of pleasure, brought to her by Scootaloo’s rhythmic movements.

Before Rainbow could do or say anything, Sweetie Belle raised from her queen’s bed, taking both girls with her. To tell the truth they both followed her captivating breasts and tender hands willingly, going after her like on some leash, trying to keep the touch. She simply sat above Applejack’s muzzle, spreading her legs widely and presenting herself in full glory of her blooming flower, leaking with love nectar. Applejack clung to it immediately, placing her hands on Belle’s breasts, rubbing her nipples and making her whimper and produce more juices.

Rainbow Dash felt Belle’s soft, hot palms on her waist and in a second she was dragged closer and firmly held by her hips, while Sweetie Belle’s tongue slid into Rainbow’s slit, teasing it, dancing on the clit and labia, pretending that it wanted to slide inside, yet lingering with that, making fireworks blow under Rainbow’s shut eyelids.

In her turn, unable to caress her sister effectively for the moment, Rarity found Scootaloo’s attention quite promising and placed one hip on her shoulder, holding Scootaloo’s head and driving her fast moving tongue the most pleasant way for herself. She could stand above wriggling under the fillies Applejack, leaning and holding on Sweetie Belle’s shoulder and running the fingers of her free hand through Scootaloo’s unruly mane, stroking her head and making her produce guttural coos, vibrations of which on Rarity’s vulva drove her insane from the passion.

Another sudden touch made Rainbow produce excited high pitch scream, when Apple Bloom, not wishing to stay aside, grabbed her tail and butt cheek and bit it slightly first, then started caressing Rainbow’s tight back door with her searing tongue. The sensation was extremely ticklish, yet very arousing: Apple Bloom didn’t rush her touch or try to get inside, she was simply teasing her older marefriend, so, what started as shocking, eye-popping experience, in a second became very tender, pleasant and alluring. It was a whole new degree of trust between Rainbow and Apple Bloom, as one dared to offer such treatment, and another accepted it, fully entrusting herself to the filly.

Apple Bloom couldn’t tell herself, how that happened: her tongue fluttered, barely touching soft peachy skin between Rainbow’s butt cheeks, squeezed by her hands. The possibility to hurt Dash accidentally was the only thing that prevented Apple Bloom from grasping and kneading them harder and harder, so turned on she became because of her simple, yet totally surprising for herself, act. Somehow the filly felt that if she sped up and intensified her caresses, the “most daring mare in Ponyville (or perhaps Equestria)” would easily melt and submit to her younger lover. Rainbow’s eyes were half-closed, her fingers stroked Sweetie Belle’s head unconsciously, she even leaned forward a bit to give both girls equally easy access to her sweet spots, deep strong moans escaped Rainbow’s mouth with each attack of girls’ tongues.

The determined touch on her own vulva made Apple Bloom let out a small squeak and throw a quick glance down: Applejack reached her slit and two strong, yet gentle fingers examined the entrance, lubricating themselves in Apple Bloom’s rich juices, then carefully slid inside. Apple Bloom felt the strong urge to relax her knees and thighs and let her sister’s hand reach as deep into her as possible, so exiting the touch felt. Applejack relied the rhythm, established by Scootaloo’s rocking hips, to Sweetie Belle with her tender tongue and to Apple Bloom with her thrusting fingers, drilling and massaging both girls harder and faster, as Scootaloo humped her more and more intensively, unable to hold back her affection and drive.

Apple Bloom’s body gave itself to that flow entirely, regardless to her will (truth to be told, she desired to be taken by Applejack again and again, so her conscious didn’t get into contradiction with her instincts). She breathed as deep as she could, while still pleasing Rainbow Dash from behind, her slit released another load of thick, lubricious love secretion and her bottom began to sway excitedly back and forth, impaling her marehood on sister’s fingers. The images of being taken by Applejack, feeling her inside, giving up to her and at the same time dominating Rainbow, making that cocky pegasus whimper and plea for more pleasure, mixed in Apple Bloom’s head, slowly but inevitably bringing her to the highest point of her ardor. A little bit more, more again, just a tiny bit!..

Sweetie Belle’s hand, grabbing and massaging her round firm tit, made Apple Bloom groan and cling to Rainbow Dash with a vengeance. Belle’s produced an ecstatic sigh and squeezed her friends swollen nipple, while Bloom’s tongue stung Rainbow’s tight ring, making Dash shiver and faintly ask for more.

Meanwhile, Scootaloo confidently approached her next release, her hips thrust like hydraulic pump, her legs strained, moving her body slightly up and down in addition to translatory movement, driving herself and Applejack insane from the sharp pleasure of their slits joining in mutual suction. She froze, making pauses, when Applejack’s hips occasionally began to shake and rock up and down against her control, signaling of approaching orgasm, then continued “the ride” as soon as the straw blond amazon calmed down a bit and her muffled moans became less frequent. Scootaloo tried her best to concentrate on Rarity’s gorgeous silky hips, she caressed and squeezed gently, on her sweet hot pussy, she licked and snuggled to, on the pristine white coat on Rarity’s flat stomach, Scootaloo could teasingly scratch, making Rarity wriggle and cry out in zest.

“Darling, it’s… Ahhh! so… Ohhh! Magnificent! Just don’t… Awww! stop for goodness sake!” cooed Rairty intermittently, stifling another stronger moan. She looked down at Scootaloo, holding her head with one arm and squeezing in heat own breast with another; her flush spread from the lower abdomen to her chest and made Rarity’s cheeks glow red through the white coat. Apparently, the whole image accompanied by the look of her own venus hill thrusting in waves against filly’s muzzle, rubbing the clit on her tongue, aroused Rarity even more; she bit her lower lip and faintly whimpered, her knees trembled, pulse and breath sped up. Scootaloo felt another load of Rarity’s love nectar on her lips and tongue, while Rarity threw her head back, letting her amazing violet mane flow, kneading her own breasts, panting and shaking in desire.

That made Scootaloo lick her harder, her tongue fluttered with the speed of light, her fervent breath burned on Rarity’s cherry, when Scootaloo breathed out. The contrast with the cool air, touching Rarity’s clit, when the filly breathed in fast, trying to keep the pace, was striking. Combined with the most tender butterfly touch on her vulva this brought first crushing contractions to Rarity’s pussy, making her whimper and squeak like a small filly.

Feeling Rarity’s vagina winking against her tongue Scootaloo started making short strong thrusts towards Applejack, whose legs shook already, bending the toes, unable to stop that motion as quaking orgasm approached. Applejack moaned non stop, relaying the chain reaction further, vibrating Sweetie Belle’s snatch and driving her uncontrollable. Her fingers, folded like a horseshoe, rubbed Apple Bloom’s g-spot and clit and she could feel, while almost loosing control, as her sister’s vagina already squeezed them rhythmically.

Apple Bloom rode her sister’s fingers, selflessly thrusting against her palm, flooding it with her love juices, breathing heavily and hardly able to control her own body entirely at the moment. Her excitement made Apple Bloom wild at the face of approaching orgasm: she grabbed Rainbow at the base of her tail and on one of her butt cheeks, clawed and squeezed it slightly, hold her firm butt still, not letting it nip away from tickle and tease, while Apple Bloom bit it playfully and let her tongue dance on Rainbows winking butthole.

Perhaps her grasp on that alluring rainbow tail was a bit harsh and dominating, as Dash even threw a quick glance of dilated eyes at Apple Bloom. Under any other circumstances Rainbow could hardly allow anypony grab her tail that unceremoniously and restrain her like a mare being forcefully mated with. But Rainbow was to admit that every touch and look of that girl made her melt and tremble, to her utter surprise Dash felt keen desire to submit to that incredible filly power; she wanted to get on her knees and elbows, bend like a big cat, lifting her butt high and let Apple Bloom rut her like mad…

‘Maybe even with some toy or her fist’, flied in Rainbows head a second before colourful flashes started exploding behind her shut eyelids and she whined through bitten lip, when the quaking release flooded her. Rainbow’s legs trembled, her body squeezed both girls’ tongues, tormenting her sweetly; she leaned forward, grabbing Rarity’s shoulder for support and catching her blurry enthralled glance, as Rarity was already shaking in lust, literally humping Scootaloo’s muzzle, lavishing caresses.

For a few short, but immensely blissful seconds all the girls melted together in their mutual grand finale. Rarity and Rainbow cried out loud, like a couple of wounded seagulls; Rainbow held Rarity’s shoulder not to fall unconscious, her eyes rolled back. Secretly she wished for the girls to fill her entirely and keep teasing her forever. Rarity bit her lip and arched like a taut bow; she kneaded her own flushed breast almost unconsciously, pressing Scootaloo’s muzzle deep into own slit in uncontrollable fervour. Scootaloo was thrusting fast, giving herself entirely to their mutual with Applejack strong convulsions. Sweetie Belle squeezed Jackie’s muzzle with her thighs, her whole body shook and Rainbow Dash was to hold her head gently not to lose the contact, as Belle was ready to fall back, moaning and panting. Apple Bloom’s body strained entirely, her breasts and nipples were diamond hard, she squatted over sister’s hand to let it deeper inside and held Rainbow firmly by her colourful tail, like if ready to ravage her completely. Two thoughts left in Bloom’s mind, flooded by her overwhelming orgasm: she wanted Applejack deeper inside herself and she keenly wished to… “ride Rainbow without a saddle”. To hay with that! She planned to ride Rainbow without a saddle… right when she could move consciously again!

Despite they all started feeling the first contractions at slightly different times, their diligence was rewarded by that incredible unity, they could reach and stay within for a while. Obviously, their reaction faded differently as well.

Rarity almost fell down in Scootaloo’s hands, so, the filly was to give her a hand and support for a while, letting her turn and squat right on Scootaloo’s lap. She still shook and whimpered in Scootaloo’s careful hands, leaning on girl’s shoulder and relaxing. Rarity’s knees were spread wide and she flooded Applejack’s stomach with her still coming out love juices. Scootaloo held quite nicely, despite her heart was racing that fast, she thought it was ready to jump out of her throat. Nevertheless, she managed to sit up straight and hold wriggling Rarity, gently stroking her, kissing in the neck, calming her down.

Applejack slowly raised, first leaning on her elbows, then finally sitting, as soon as Sweetie Belle and the rest of the girls simply fell on their sides totally exhausted; she kept her legs crossed with Scootaloo, so, Rarity found herself sitting limply, like a big rag-doll, between them. Both Scootaloo and Applejack squeezed Rarity tenderly, stroking her lightly, while not forgetting about each other. Rarity cooed something sweet and silly barely audibly – she didn’t yet recover fully from the emotional blast.

Sweetie Belle stretched on the floor, legs spread, Rainbow already started working on her: the pegasus girl leaned to filly’s pussy and paid due attention to that delicious treat, she tasted it slowly and tenderly like the most delicious dessert. Sweetie Belle started to build up tension without a chance to have a rest from the previous frenzy, both her hands were buried deep into Rainbow’s unruly mane, while she threw her head from side to side, making her own hair wave.

“These three are insatiable,” breathed out Rarity, when she could think straight. “You, girls, are likewise…” gasped she, suddenly feeling Scootaloo’s tender palms on her breasts.

The following scene made them stare at the girls in awe: Rainbow bent her back like a wild cat, while still tasting Sweetie Belle and making her flutter in heat more and more, she kneeled, legs spread, so her butt was up in the air, higher than her head. Apple Bloom stood on one knee, pressing her crotch to Rainbow’s raised and welcoming snatch; she held the colourful tail at its base again, pulling Rainbow closer, rubbing and thrusting against her, rutting Dash like a sterling stallion. Apple Bloom bit her lower lip, but her hands were strong and muzzle – determined, she enjoyed each moment of possessing her older marefriend; Rainbow’s glance became less and less meaningful, she panted and hissed in pleasure, bending her back and swaying her butt, while trying to pay enough attention to Sweetie Belle.

“Hmpf!” huffed Applejack proudly. “That’s mah girl!”

“I can bet, you won’t let Dash ever forget about that night, darling…” murmured Rarity with a sly smile.

“Perhaps, even I won’t!” chuckled Scootaloo, winking at Applejack. Next moment they attacked Rarity with their tender touch and kisses, making her moan and flutter again.

The night ahead seemed to be long and promising.