All the little ponies in Ponyville were busy carrying out the unpaid tasks they’d all been conscripted for. Mayor Mare called it ‘volunteering’, but everypony knew that there simply wasn’t enough in the town treasury to higher professionals. The old beige mare had even given a long, embellished speech about how proud the towns ponies were and how they didn’t need a professional cleaning crew to weather the storm, but none were buying it.

Rarity was in the midst of doing a little pruning for an otherwise unimpressive tree. Treating it like one of those tiny oriental trees that she couldn’t remember the name of, she took her time in shaping it into the likeness of a mare bending over and presenting herself for use. It was a tasteful image that, to Rarity, perfectly captured the simple and sublime nature that the town had to offer.

And then AJ pulled it down with a rope.

“Jus’ take the broken limbs down, Rarity,” AJ ordered irately. “Don’t ya’ll care ‘bout nothin’ but prettifyin’?”

Rarity gasped her offense. “Well somepony has to. You’re making an absolute mess of the town square.” She gestured at the surrounding piles of discarded leaves and tree branches.

“Better ta take this stuff down now before it falls on somepony’s head. That’s why we’re out here, remember?”

“I still don’t see why an otherwise lovely day had to be ruind over a clerical error of all things,” Rarity continued as she spied a pair of pegasus mares moving clouds to cover up the last remaining rays of sunlight.

“Ah ain’t exactly thrilled either, but ya gotta think more practical like,” AJ offered as she pulled down yet another limb. “Somepony fucked up this month’s rain schedule, they missed the last couple light drizzles, so now they gotta do a doozy today so the plants don’t dehydrate.”

“Dehydrate. That’s a mighty big word for you, isn’t it?”

“Uh, run that by me again,” AJ inquired, her eyebrow climbing to a dangerous height. However, before she could press the issue, the rain began to fall.

“Oh no! My gloriously styled mane will be ruined!” Rarity cried. Whether it was sincere distress or simply in melodrama was beyond anyone’s guess.

“That’s what ya get fer bein’ lazy ‘n’ not doin’ yer job.”

Under normal circumstances, Rarity would have made AJ pay dearly for daring to call her lazy. However, she had much more pressing concerns at the moment, such as fretting over the damage caused by each individual drop upon her glamorous and very expensive quaff.

AJ didn’t bother suppressing a chuckle as she watched the white bitch run around like a chicken with its head cut off in the futile hope of dodging rain drops. Regardless, to AJ’s understanding, there was a legally binding document somewhere that said the two of them were friends, so she might as well be the bigger pony and act like it. “Jus’ hide over there while Ah finish up.”

Rarity nodded and rushed to the table the farmer had pointed to, only to come to a skidding halt. “Oh no-no-no-no-no!”

“What now?” AJ groaned, fearing she’d never finish at this rate.

“I don’t want to get my hooves muddy,” she whined, gesturing at just how much soggy dirt was beneath the table.

AJ leveled a flat stare at the fashionista. “Ya’ll were lliterally shoved up a dragon’s ass hole last week, and yer squeamish about mud!? Chhh. Typical.”

Rarity scoffed. “Well, I fail to see how muddying my hooves serves any useful purpose.”

“Ya’ll wouldn’t know useful if it came up ‘n’ bit ya in the teat.”

Rarity laughed with maximum condescension. “That doesn’t even make any sense.”

“Does so.”

“Does not.”

“Does so.”

“Does not.”

“Does so.”

“Does not.”

Some of the pegasi laughed at the show below as they finished up with their tasks.

AJ had had enough of this mare’s childish petulance. “Does so times infinity!” She grinned triumphantly.

“Does not times infinity… plus one,” Rarity countered with sadistic glee.

The two mares stared off for a good long while, almost forgetting the storm as their glares grew almost dangerous.

“Perhaps we should go our separate ways before one of us says something she’ll regret,” Rarity offered.

“Ah reckon ya’ll ‘r’ gonna say somethin’ ya’ll regret first!” AJ countered with a stamp of her hoof. Dumbass! she screamed at herself. That was our out. Why did you kill our out?

Typical backwoods hick. Just walk away, Rarity. Just walk away and let the stupid bumpkin have the win. “On the contrary. I believe it shall be you who says something you will regret first.” Whyyy!?

And on and on their little spat went with neither mare budging. Then the first strike of lightning startled the both of them into one another’s arms, finally alerting them to the storm’s growing intensity.

“Perhaps we should stick together for now and… find some shelter?” Rarity suggested as she held AJ tight. The fashionista had been with enough earth ponies in the past to know that the idea that all earth ponies were hunky and strong was merely a stereotype that was only correct some of the time, such as with Apple Jack. While the hayseed mare always knew just the right words to piss off the refined unicorn that was Rarity, that didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate the exquisite sculpture that was the farmer’s body. A lifetime of hard labor had done wonders for the mare’s physique. Not to mention, despite the rain, her musky and earthen scent was still pungent and alluring.

“Uh huh,” AJ stammered nervously. “Perhaps we should.” The apple farmer hated being this close to Rarity. Not only were they borderline feuding, but the fashionista’s mane smelt amazing. Was that a new shampoo? Whatever it was, AJ made a mental note to see if she could get some for Twilight some time.

Unfortunately, thinking about Twilight led to the inevitable comparison between the unicorns. Twilight was definitely the more skinny of the pair. According to Spike, apparently she’d get so caught up in studying that she’d sometimes forget to eat. Rarity, by contrast, did a much better job of taking care of herself. There wasn’t anything that AJ felt could be called muscle, but those feminine curves were nothing to scoff at.

Worse, at around the same time, both mares realized they were sporting major hard ons that were currently (involuntarily) grinding together. How either of them had gotten erect under the cold rain was a mystery, but one they’d have to investigate at a later date. At least they didn’t have to wonder why their nipples were erect in the cold. That much was still normal and could be dismissed as something other than mutual attraction.

It was a few minutes of wandering later that the two heard a voice call out. “Rarity! Apple Jack!” And given that there was also a literal light at the end of the darkness, the two bolted for the promise of warmth with all their might. In no time they’d arrived at, of all places, the porch of Twilight’s treebrary. However, whereas Rarity was willing to go all the way, AJ got cold hooves at the last minute and failed to enter.

“Hold on there. Is a tree really the best place to hide in a lightning storm?”

Twilight beamed proudly. “It is if you’ve got a magical lightning rod protecting your home like I do. Now come on!” she urged giddily. “Come on in. I don’t know how much longer I can wait.” She turned and headed to the library’s far wall.

Rarity sighed her relief, paying little mind to Twilight’s unusual excitement. “We are most grateful for your invitation.” However, the steady squelching of hoof steps behind her wiped the smile from her face.

“Thank ya kindly fer yer hospitality.”

Rarity threw out a leg, blocking AJ’s way. At the earth mare’s confusion, she gestured down at her muddy hooves. “Do be a polite house guest and go wash up, won’t you.”

AJ growled, but didn’t argue. Although she did wonder about how Rarity’s hooves had stayed clean despite them both running over the same muddy ground to get here. “Stupid bitch unicorn,” she muttered under her breath once she felt she was far enough out of earshot. “Probably cast a spell to clean her own hooves, but makes me wash up? Ah swear, if Ah have ta spend one more second with that premadonna cunt, Ah ain’t gonna be held responsible fer what Ah do ta her.”

“Some storm, huh,” Twilight remarked, oblivious to the pair’s feuding. “I was afraid no pony was going to show up, but I’m glad you made it.”

“Made it?” Rarity asked.

“Well, yeah. To the slumber party I invited you to,” Twilight reminded her friend of what should have been obvious. “You did get the invitations, didn’t you?”

Rarity shook her head. “When were they sent?”

“Yesterday. I personally delivered them to the Pony Express office.”

“And let me guess. You didn’t pay for express, overnight shipping?”

“Well of course not,” Twilight laughed. “That’s just a needless expense and a borderline scam.”

“Uh huh,” Rarity replied in bemusement. “Well, if my past experiences with the local Pony Express is any indicator, I’d say your invitations are either locked away in some dusty old room, never again to see the light of day, or they’re in your sink.”

Twilight tilted her head adorably. “Why would they be in my sink?”

“That was just a bit of hyperbole, darling. I mean to say that the mail ponies of this town are far from what you’d call reliable.”

Twilight slumped over. “… oh.”

“Why send invitations at all?” Rarity continued. “Why not just invite us personally, or at least send out Spike or Trixie?” she looked around the wide, open space of the treebrary’s main room. “Where are those two, anyhow?”

Twilight sighed despondently. “Spike is off in Canterlot for ‘royal business,’” she said with air quotes. “Trixie, I decided to leave at the spa overnight to get her tightened, like you said I should.” Twilight averted her gaze. “I… just wanted it to be the six of us, and figured she’d be a distraction.”

Rarity placed a sympathetic hoof on Twilight’s shoulders. “You were really looking forward to this, weren’t you?”

“I’ve never had a slumber party before,” Twilight admitted. “I’ve never really had fuck buddies worth inviting before, either. But between the rain, the apparently incompetent mail ponies, and not to mention-”

“I’m here,” Rarity said resolutely.

“… what?”

“You heard me. Invitation or no, you have me here. Two is plenty to have a slumber party.” She smiled sweetly as she watched the light return to Twilight’s eyes. “Besides, it’s been ages since I’ve been to a real slumber party. Oh, this will be fun. Just you, me, and-”

“Apple Jack!”

“… I’m sorry.”

“Apple Jack. Where is she?” Twilight looked around the otherwise empty room. “It’s not nearly as much fun without – according to what I’ve been researching – my maybe girlfriend.”

Rarity flinched as if struck. She’d completely forgotten the boorish apple farmer even existed, and now she’d passionately volunteered to spend the rest of the evening in the same house as her. “Oh fuck me.”

“In a bit,” Twilight giggled distractedly and pulled down a book from the shelf. “Slumber 101,” she read from the title. “It’s my own personal copy and a terrific reference. I’ve been waiting all my life to use it, and I finally have the chance.”

That is so incredibly sad, Rarity thought while smiling apologetically.

“This is going to be so great! Also, this is how I knew invitations to slumber parties had to be delivered by mail and not by hoof. This is my first time, so I want to do it right.”

Rarity swallowed her remark about how that line was probably only there as some sort of marketing for the mailing industry, which Twilight had been accusing of scamming only a little bit ago. Instead, she decided to file that tidbit away for later. For now, there was enjoyment to be had, whether she liked it or not. “Yes. Great. Yaaay.”

After a grueling confrontation with the water hose, AJ finally walked inside with hooves sparkling clean. She gave the rest of her body an appraising examination, feeling mighty pleased with just how ravishing she looked. Although it went without saying that a mare was at her most beautiful after a long day of working hard under the hot sun, she couldn’t deny that there was still a bit of charm to be found in being freshly washed. She looked up, searching for the mare who would no doubt be drooling over her crush. Then AJ sucked in a startled breath. “What in tarnation?”

Rarity was in the midst of applying some kind of green mud to Twilight’s face while a thick coat already covered her own. At least AJ hoped it was mud. She wasn’t familiar with too many substances that were green, muddy, and something you’d want anywhere near your face.

“Now wait just a dog gone minute,” AJ continued irately. “Ya make me wash the mud off mah hooves, but it’s okay ta have mud all over yer faces?”

“Silly,” Rarity said with a dismissive wave. “This is called a mud mask. It’s to refresh and rejuvenate your complexion,” she explained while framing her hooves around her face.

“We’re giving each other makeovers!” Twilight squealed, giddily clapping her hooves. “We have to do it. It says so in the book.” She levitated said book over for AJ to read.

AJ skimmed through the offered material before the implications sank in. “Oh hey. Look at the time,” she began, searching the room for a clock. “Ah gotta skedaddle on home quick. Ah’m powerful late fer, um, somethin’… Goodnight.” However, just as she was backing out to the door, another volt of lightning struck, sending her scampering back to where she’d been. “Or maybe Ah’ll sit here fer a spell.”

“Hurray slumber party!” Twilight cheered with innocent, foalish glee.

AJ slumped her shoulders and planted her rump down. Twilight was just too cute when she was this excited. She resigned herself that this was happening. However, she hadn’t resigned to having a clump of this so-called mud being slapped onto her face, or to Rarity rubbing said clump into her cheeks. The stuff smelled awful. And then Rarity placed a pair of cucumber slices over her eyes, only adding to AJ’s befuddlement. “What’s all this for?”

Rarity groaned at AJ’s painful ignorance. “To reduce the puffiness around one’s eyes, of course,” she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Puffiness, shmuffiness,” AJ retorted blindly before snatching up both slices with her tongue and swallowing them. “That’s good eatin’.”

Rarity rolled her eyes at AJ’s uncouth display before catching Twilight reading from that infernal book again.

“Hehe. Isn’t this exciting? We’ll do everything by the book. And that will make my slumber party officially fun.”

“Did you hear that, Apple Jack,” Rarity began sternly. “You certainly wouldn’t want to do anything that would ruin Twilight’s very first slumber party, would you?”

AJ’s eyebrow once more made the steady climb at Rarity’s haughty inflections. “Of course not,” she seethed. “‘N’ you wouldn’t, neither, Ah reckon.”

“So we have an agreement,” Rarity said through gritted teeth.

“You bet’chya,” AJ affirmed. Then, to seal the deal, she spat in her hoof and offered it to Rarity.

Fashion horse pulled back in disgust. “You know, there’s messy, and then there’s just plain rude.”

AJ scolwed at her figurative olive branch being dismissed. “Ya know, there’s fussy, ‘n’ there’s jus’ plain getting’ on mah nerves,” she warned.

Rarity turned her nose up. “Fortunately, I can get along with anypony, no matter how difficult she may be.”

“Oh yeah? Well Ah’m the… get-alongest pony yer ever gonna meet!” AJ countered.

“That’s not even a word,” Rarity countered.

“This is gonna be the best slumber party ever!” Twilight chirped, inadvertently stalling the fight by inserting herself between the bickering mares and pulling them into a hug. “Yay!”

“Ah… think Ah’ll go fix somethin’ ta drink,” AJ offered, excusing herself from the hug. “Anypony else want anythin’?”

“I shall have a strawberry daiquiri, thank you.”

“Hot tea for me.”

AJ nodded and made for the kitchen, too down to even give her rump a playful shake before it was out of sight. “Hey Twi?” she called.

“Yes?”

“Why’s there a letter in yer sink?”

“There’s what!?” the purple mare gasped.

“Ponyville Pony Express, darling,” Rarity answered dryly.

“Ah. That explains a lot.”

***

“It’s such a pleasure to have you back in the castle, Spike,” Molestia cooed as she walked alongside the little drake through the castle corridors.

“It’s good to be back,” he replied, scampering on his little legs to keep pace with the alicorn’s great strides. Even the sounds his feet made were tiny compared to the heavy, almost thundering clops of the great alicorn’s hooves against the marble floor. Though the hall was well lit, the towering alicorn still managed to cast a shadow over her diminutive companion. It was a little intimidating, but at the same time was just one of the things that made the goddess of the sun just so damn hot. “You’re as pretty as I remember.”

Molestia giggled. It was a soft and girlish titter, not the nefarious snickering most castle denizens were used to. There weren’t many who could entice such sounds from such a powerful and revered entity, and Spike counted himself among the lucky few who could. “Now Spike. What have I told you about brown nosing?”

The drake smirked. “The trick is to multi-task and measure your breathing,” he replied, licking his lips and flexing his claws for emphasis.

“Precisely! But I must say, you’ve become even more fetching since your absence.”

“I have?” Spike looked over himself, finding nothing out of the ordinary, though he did fall behind.

“Indeed.” Molestia lifted the little guy in her magic as she continued her walk. He offered no resistance as she handled him like an object, turning him around and over in front of her face as she examined him from all angles. “For one, your ass hole is far more flexible since the last time.” She licked her lips. “It would seem that real dick mares provide far better training than mere dildos.”

Blushing, Spike giggled and wiggled his ass enticingly at the princess. While she’d yet to penetrate him, Spike still liked to think of himself as Molestia’s second favorite toy. Back when he still lived at the castle, Molestia would pull him away from helping Twilight during tests by using his body as a masturbation aid for her tremendous erection. That, Spike reasoned, had probably been what inspired his desire to one day give his ass to the princess, as well as his adoration for dick mares in general.

“But that’s not all,” Molestia appraised as she continued examining Spike. “Your little bottom is developing like a young filly’s teats, blossoming with rich thiccness.”

Spike yelped in surprise at the magical constraint around his backside. Ethereal fingers dug into the soft scales of his rump, kneading his squishy cheeks together while making him moan.

“And so malleable!” Molestia appraised. “Already these cheeks are more than adequate to fellate the average Equestrian cock. I’d dare say your butt will soon become the envy of all fillies your age.”

“F-fillies?” Spike questioned in concern. Getting a thicc, fuckable ass was one thing, but he didn’t like what else the princess was implying. “I… shouldn’t I be a little… you know…”

“Masculine?” Molestia finished and shook her head. “Dragons are a most adaptive species, Spike. If you commit yourself strongly enough, you may be able to control the way your body changes, at least to an extent.” She grinned wickedly. “In this case, your little boy pussy is developing into quite the alluring treat for dick mares.”

Spike shivered from Molestia’s predatory gaze. He knew on an intellectual level that he was powerless before her, but it was quite another matter to be held so firmly in her grip, without even the possibility of running. His heart went pitter patter in his chest and he felt his anus start to twitch in anticipation of being fully dominated by the greatest mare in the land.

“How does that make you feel, Spike?” Molestia purred.

“Like, uh…” he panted breathily.

“How does it feel to know that your body is being shaped into the perfect pleasing toy for mares who would just love to shove their fat cocks right up that cute little ass hole?”

Spike shivered as his erection poked from his little sheath. Molestia always did have a way with words.

Molestia stared at the pink rod for far longer than she needed to. This was one part of him that hadn’t changed a bit, but she so loved to make him squirm by letting him imagine her opinion. “I know that Twilight has taken to using your back door as a cum dump on a fairly regular basis. Her letters have been most… detailed,” she explained with deep, sensual lust. “Most of her friends have also sampled that,” she swallowed her building saliva, “delectable rear of yours. Tell me. So far, who is your favorite?”

Spike squirmed, fighting against Molestia’s ministrations in order to speak. She’d brought him closer to her face; close enough that she could take a deep inhale of his spread bottom. Spike’s cock twitched in frustration at being neglected while his ass got all the attention. He wanted to rectify the situation with his hands, but knew Molestia would have none of it. This was part of her game, he realized. He wouldn’t be able to cum until he satisfied her cruel curiosity.

The little drake giggled as Molestia eased up on her teasing. “W-well, as you’ve probably been told, Apple Jack and Fluttershy haven’t used my butt yet.”

“Indeed, and quite a shame, too,” Molestia affirmed. “You are indeed a most dedicated assistant to share with Twilight those experiences that happen outside her sight.” She laughed. “If memory serves, Rainbow Dash’s exact words were ‘Can-I-borrow-this-kay-thanks-bye!’ and she’d absconded with you before Twilight even processed what she’d heard.”

Spike also giggled at the memory. Rainbow had apparently gotten in one of those moods of hers and, after realizing the two of them had never fucked before, absconded with him without a second thought. The drake’s ass had twitched at the memory while he sighed nostalgically. “She was pretty rough, but I didn’t mind,” he admitted, only a little embarrassed.

Molestia listened intently, divining his meaning by reading between the lines. So you prefer cocks ramming up your little boy pussy to be on the gentler side, aye? “By contrast, Pinkie Pie seems to prefer eating ass rather than fucking them.”

Spike shrugged. “It’s not that bad, actually. I mean, that tongue of hers can go pretty deep, but yeah. It’s just not the same as a real dick mare’s dick.”

Molestia nodded sagely. “And while she may not be a dick mare, I understand that you have grown quite attached to the Element of Arousal’s younger sister.”

Spike nodded and sighed wistfully. “Yeah. She’s a lot of fun. We hang out whenever we can.”

“Then let me guess,” Molestia continued. “You intend to choose as your favorite dick mare the enchanting seductress that has smitten you, yes?”

Spike chuckled nervously, glad that he was afforded enough freedom to at least rub the back of his head. “Actually I… I know it’s kinda cheating, but I think I have to say Twilight.”

Molestia’s serene yet sadistic expression shifted to inquisition. She’d stopped Spike’s movements so that he was now facing her while upside down. “Truly? But I had thought you had been bewitched by the lovely Rarity.”

“Oh, I’ve definitely been bewitched by that enchanting booty!” Spike assured, his swoon accented with a childish giggle. “Don’t get me wrong. Rarity’s hot as fuck. Everything about her is just so amazing. Even her farts are classy, if you can believe it.”

“I can imagine,” Molestia acknowledged. If he’s saying that, this Rarity must have delivered a smiting more brutal than what I delivered upon the titans of old.

“It’s just that, I don’t know.” Spike paused to rethink his words. “She’s pretty, and it’s a lot of fun being with her. I like making myself useful, and it’s a lot of fun having her play with me, but… I’m just not too sure I’m into all the bondage stuff, ya know.”

Molestia nodded sagely. “Yet you are willing to indulge in acts outside of your preference in order to make her happy. That is most mature for one so young, and rather fetching, if I might add,” she tittered, adding to Spike’s blush. “What else?”

“Well, I guess, Twilight’s not as much of a selfish lover as Rarity. I mean, they’re both pretty selfish when they really get into it, but Rarity’s more proactive about it. Twilight just gets a little thoughtless sometimes. You know how she is.”

“I do, but that doesn’t answer my question. Which of their cocks do you enjoy fucking more?”

Again, Spike had to pause to consider his words. “That’s really hard to say. They’re both so different, and not just in how they feel. Rarity is a bit thiccer, but I’m pretty sure Twilight has her beat in length.”

Molestia nodded, already knowing this from having read Twilight’s measurements.

“Their techniques are,” he giggled, “well, it’s like comparing apples and oranges. If it’s just the fucking, I really can’t choose. But if it’s the mare doing the fucking…” he trailed off, leaving his meaning implied.

Molestia gave a satisfied nod at having her fill of words for the moment. She then flipped Spike around and closed the remaining distance with his ass, burying her tongue inside his eagerly twitching pucker. He squealed, arching his back as the long, slithery, slimy intruder probed his anal passage. His tail hole was indeed as pliable as she’d assessed, but she hadn’t counted on the flavor. It was sweeter than most sugary treats, to which Molestia was infamously knowledgeable. His pleas and moans only added to the sweetness of his ass.

Molestia relaxed her grip on Spike’s extremities, granting him more freedom while still denying him access to his own cock. Even so, the drake tried to keep his movements in check, but sun butt wasn’t making it easy. She was plundering his booty with vigor to match any pirate. He reached out for something to grab and steady himself, but there was nothing. Eventually he had to bite down on his own claw just so he had some way of taking his mind off of the tongue fucking his ass was getting. He came, shooting his load down into a golden aura before going limp.

Molestia ended her kiss with Spike’s ass hole, leaving a single strand of saliva connecting them as she pulled away. She mused at how quickly his opening began to close once she removed all stimulation. Then, reasoning that his legs would be all but useless for a while, she plopped his little butt on her back. Normally the uptight nobles would be aghast at the sight of Molestia volunteering herself to be ridden like a common beast, but thankfully she’d dismissed those stuff shirts for the evening so that she could better enjoy herself. Also, with little ceremony, she took the dragon semen she’d caught in her magic and compressed it into a tight ball. A little heat spell then hardened it until it was indistinguishable from a piece of candy. With the analogy made, she popped the little sweet into her mouth, cooing at the welcome addition while her passenger watched.

Trailing behind the princess was a pair of guards escorting her. They had no practical reason to be there, as no one expected the princess to be attacked in her own castle of all places. However, they did serve an important function. They satisfied Molestia’s voyeurism; a duty which they carried out with gusto.

Each and every step drew the guards’ eyes to some part of the princess’ backside, be it her swinging sweaty balls or bouncing bountiful ass. They weren’t listening too intently to her words, but when she had picked up the drake, the guards had been rewarded with the added sight of seeing her cock fall from its sheath. It was rock hard and rearing to go. Both guards began fantasizing all of the things they might do to that cock, or that it might do to them, depending on Molestia’s mood. Either would be fine with them. However, once she’d made the little guy cum and placed him on her back, she did not follow through with her own climax. She simply left her monumental shaft to swing in the open air as little more than eye candy for passersby. Both guards had to bite their tongues from screaming blasphemy at such a waste of a perfectly good erection, but they knew better. Molestia was a devious tease, but she was never wasteful. Something was in the works.

***

As the storm raged outside, AJ was suffering a different kind of weather indoors. Rarity was having the time of her life in coaching Twilight through all manner of beautification crap and dragging apple horse along for the ride. Only Twilight’s adorable laugh and a steady supply of drinks was making this ordeal remotely bearable for her maybe girlfriend.

“This is so fun!” Twilight giggled and levitated over a checklist. “Makeovers. Check.”

“Beg pardon,” AJ spoke up, ignoring the curlers in her mane. “But is there anythin’ in that book about facials?” At least that might actually be fun.

“I should certainly hope so,” Rarity added. “That’s how we always did things at my slumber parties.”

Twilight skimmed the table of contents. “Yes, but not for several chapters.” She failed to notice how her friends’ expressions fell. “The next step is telling juicy stories about past sexual experiences. Who wants to go first?”

“Me!” AJ’s hoof shot straight up, eager to take control of the situation before Rarity could. She shook the curlers right out of her mane, glad to be back to her usual self as she made herself comfortable. “It’s the story,” she paused for dramatic effect, “of how Ah lost mah virginity.”

Twilight gasped in awe. “Yes. I’ve been wanting to hear this story.” She giggled excitedly. “I bet it was with your brother, wasn’t it!”

AJ snickered. “Don’t go spoilin’, now.”

“Oh please,” Rarity said with an audible roll of her eyes. “Anyone in town could have guessed your first time was with your brother.”

AJ frowned at the prissy mare and readied herself to deliver a vicious rebuke right upside the bitch’s head.

“If I had a brother like that,” continued Rarity, “I might have tried gluing him to my backside. That way I could wear him around town like an oversized shawl.”

AJ’s frown shrunk. That… was not an awful thing to say. She couldn’t quite place a label on it, though it seemed to lean more towards complimentary. Whatever. There were stories that needed telling. “Well, it all happened many years ago. Back when Ah was about,” lightning struck and thunder drowned out her words, “or so. See, even when he was little, Big Mac always had a,” she chuckled lasciviously, “big mac. He was the talk o’ all the fillies in school. Even the parents were all ‘That’s boy’s gonna be a stud someday,’” she quoted, deepening her voice to mimic a stallion. “‘N’ Ah was happy fer ‘im, but… Ah may have also been a might bit jealous.”

“Jealous?” Rarity asked.

“Of your brother’s penis?” Twilight added.

“Of how much attention his penis was gettin’,” AJ corrected. “Ah know it’s silly, but Ah was jus’ a foal back then. Ah had an excuse ta be dumb.”

The other mares nodded their acknowledgment. They also had stories from their youths that they weren’t exactly proud of. Then again, as Twilight had read, that was part of what made such stories juicy to begin with.

“Ah still remember it like it was yesterday,” AJ continued. “Pa had jus’ gave mah little cunny a goodnight kiss before tuckin’ me in ‘n’ turnin’ out the lights. Once things got all quiet, Ah decided ta do a little late night spelunkin’, if ya get mah meaning.”

The others nodded their understanding.

“Ah started by walkin’ as quiet-like as Ah could ta mah brother’s room. Ah didn’t know what Ah was gonna do when Ah got there, but Ah was dead set on not gettin’ caught. So there Ah am, sneakin’ around, when Ah hear mattress bouncin’.” AJ grinned at how her audience reacted to this latest development. “It wasn’t exactly on the way, but Ah still decided ta make a detour ta mah parents’ room. Naturally, they left the door open a crack, jus’ enough fer me ta see inside.”

“I’m tempted to call that cliché,” Rarity started, “but the same has happened far too often in my own life for me to judge.”

“Likewise,” Twilight agreed. “I’m actually convinced my parents were doing it on purpose. They wanted to be seen, and they also wanted me and Shiny to feel all sneaky while we watched.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because they always got louder after we started peeking.”

“Ya know, that would explain a lot,” AJ mused, rubbing her hoof to her chin. “Soon as Ah got a good enough view…”

***

Even under the faint candle light, Pear Butter’s fur glistened with fresh sweat. She and Bright Mac had been going at it for a while already. However, for reasons that were absolutely not suspicious, they’d changed positions at the last minute. Now the light orange mare with the dark orange mane was laying half draped over the bed, belly down, and with her back hooves on the floor. The bright yellow Bright Mac circled around behind her, making sure everything was lined up for any peepers that should have been in bed by now.

“Ya doin’ alright there, sugar plumb?”

“Doin’ fine, big daddy,” Pear replied back, laying on extra thick just how exhausted she was. “But do ya think ya could go a little easy on me, tonight?”

“Easy?” Bright’s head swiveled as he surveyed the room, stopping before he actually looked at the door. “Who are you and what have you done with my wife?”

Pear giggled indulgently. “Ah’m bein’ serious. Jus’ take it a little easy on me tonight. Pretend like it’s our first time,” she offered.

“First time, huh?” Bright considered. “Ya mean back when we was both a couple o’ nervous virgins?” He gently placed a hoof over Pear’s left ass cheek, rolling it around as if in contemplation.

“Yeah,” Pear agreed breathily. “Jus’ go back to the old days when Ah was tight enough ta juice and apple with jus’ mah ass.”

Bright blinked. “So… this morning?”

“Oh hush up!” Pear chided and threw a pillow at her husband, missing the laughing stallion by a wide margin. “Ah’m bein’ serious. Pretend like Ah’m a little filly again. Come up behind me, but let me feel ya.”

“Feel me, eh?” Bright asked as he moved back into position. He reared up on his hind legs before planting his front hooves to either side of Pear. Then, rather than immediately penetrating her as he knew she’d have liked, Bright moved carefully forward with his front legs and laid his belly over her back. “Like this?”

Pear moaned her approval and wiggled a little to make herself comfortable. “Oh yeah. Let me feel that big, strong body o’ yours press down on me. Mares like bein’ stretched, but don’t forget jus’ how good it feels ta have a big ol’ body weighin’ down on yer back.”

“Its nice fer the stallions, too,” Bright commented as he pressed his muzzle into Pear’s mane. The sound of his inhalation made the young AJ clench her butt cheeks together, lest she start dripping on the floor and leaving evidence of her crime. “It’s easier on both of us since our bodies jus’ line things up all natural like.” For emphasis, he brought his hind legs forward and pressed his rock hard erection between his wife’s legs, teasing at her teats and making her shudder.

Little AJ was biting her tongue at this point. Despite her best efforts, she was still dripping. In her paranoid state, each drop might as well have been the chime of the clock tower. She just knew her parents would hear her at any moment, stop what they were doing, and scold her viciously for staying up after her bed time. But as much as her brain told her she had to flee while she still could, her burning loins demanded that she stay and keep watching. What her parents were doing was hot, but what they were saying sounded unbelievably useful.

***

“Oh yeah,” Twilight cut in. “They definitely knew.”

“Agreed,” affirmed Rarity with a titter. “Some parents sit their foals down to talk about the birds and the bees. Others decide to just have fun with it.”

AJ laughed. “No kiddin’.” She actually felt a little silly with herself for having not suspected her parents’ sneakiness until now. It was borderline dishonest, but not as dishonest as AJ would be if she said she didn’t see the appeal. “Anyway, that’s when somethin’ unexpected happened.”

***

“Psst.”

Adrenaline coursing through her veins, AJ whirled on the disturbance. It was all she could do to clamp her mouth shut as her panicked mind focused on neutralizing the thing that had spooked her. She delivered a spinning back kick, only to have it blocked and brushed aside by someone roughly as strong as herself. Her eye’s weren’t in the best shape after relying on a single candle in the dead of night for so long, but she could see that her opponent was only a little bigger than herself. Whoever this intruder was, she was not going to let them get away with intruding on her peeping!

“AJ!” the intruder whisper hissed.

AJ relaxed her fighting stance a bit. “Big Mac?”

“E’yup,” he answered quietly.

“What’re ya’ll doin’ out here?”

In answer, Pear and Bright turned up the volume of their moaning. From outside their room, their children were exposed to the merciless sounds of the mattress springs squeaking, the floor boards creaking, and the wet smacking of two ponies acting in tandem to please one another.

“Fair point,” AJ conceded, keeping her voice down as she turned the stink eye on her brother. “But why bother? Don’t ya’ll get enough sex already? Why ya gotta go peepin’?”

Big Mac averted his gaze.

“Big Mac?”

The red colt gestured for AJ to follow him as he made for his room. Neither foal noticed how their parents quieted down to a more reasonable level once they’d left the hall.

“So what’s this about, anyhow?” AJ asked as her brother shut the door behind her.

“Can ya’ll keep a secret?” he asked, continuing to whisper.

AJ frowned. She could tell that whatever was bugging Big Mac, it was something serious. As an Apple, she was duty bound to help her family by whatever means necessary. “You know Ah can.”

“Thing is… Ah’m…” He straind to say. “Ah’m a virgin!”

AJ was taken aback. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“But… Ah see ya’ll gettin’ swarmed by mares and fillies all the time.”

“We jus’ do mouth stuff,” he admitted. “It starts out fine, but then they all get to talkin’ about what a stud Ah am ‘n’ all the foals Ah’m gonna sire. It freaks me out, AJ,” he admitted. “It freaks me out, so Ah just end up makin’ some excuse ta be elsewhere.”

Moved by her brother’s distress, AJ closed the distance and pressed herself against his side. Appropriate or not, her mind went back to her mother’s words about having a strong body pressed up against her own, and her brother was definitely well built for his age. She could feel the contours of every individual muscle as they grinded against her own. Inevitably her imagination started to wander to other ways she might feel this nubile and solidly built body. Still, she said nothing. Her brother had never been the talkative sort, so she didn’t want to add to his stress by denying him the chance now. She still imagined, though.

“It’s all these expectations, AJ,” he continued. “The way some o’ these folks talk, it’s like Ah’m expected ta sire half the next generation at least, ‘n’ Ah’m not sure Ah can.”

AJ ruminated on this a bit. Until then, it had never really clicked with her how mares didn’t really have anything equivalent to penises and all the social baggage that came with them. Colts with small penises most certainly had it rough, but things weren’t much better for the big dicks if they could actually be scared out of having sex. AJ pressed herself more firmly against Big Mac’s side and nosed under his chin, reminding him that she was there for him.

Big Mac said nothing in reply. He just wrapped a leg around his sister’s side and held her close.

***

“Aww!” cooed AJ’s audience.

***

Eventually, AJ was the first to break the silence. “Ah ain’t lookin’ for a sire.”

Big Mac blinked. “Say what?’

AJ’s heart was pounding in her chest. Her body was growing tingly as she contemplated what she was offering and to whom. “Yeah. Ah mean, Ah’m too little ta get knocked up. ‘N’ not for nothin’, but Ah’m startin’ ta think Ah might be more into fillies ‘an colts.”

Big Mac blinked again, now totally lost. “So… you don’t…?”

“Ah like cunnies more ‘an Ah do cocks, but Ah ain’t ‘bout ta say no.” Little AJ reached out and brushed a hoof down over her brother’s sheath. It twitched, but he didn’t pull away. “Especially when Ah know there’s a big ol’ fruit jus’ ripe fer pluckin’.”

***

“And that, Ah think, was mah first ever attempt at sexy banter,” AJ informed. Her audience was on the edge of their seats, hooves both stroking their cocks to full erection and rubbing at their clits. AJ’s own shaft was also standing at attention, twitching in excitement from the memory as her hoof absentmindedly stroked it. She leaned back to give her meat tower a bit more room to sway in the open air. As expected, her viewers appreciated the added show.

***

“Not bad,” little Big Mac appraised as little AJ continued.

Her motions were inexperienced, but she’d overheard enough conversations from her parents and classmates that she felt reasonably confident in her skills. She brought in a second hoof and began stroking from both sides. “Like this?”

Big Mac shuddered. “H-hold on. Lay down on yer back. Ah wanna try somethin’.”

Little AJ complied, lying down on her back and leaving her belly exposed. After a moment’s consideration, little Big Mac moved atop his little sister. Still standing, he positioned himself facing the opposite direction.

“Nice view,” little AJ tittered as she stared up at her big brother’s taut ass, hanging balls, and swinging sausage. Then, without warning, all three began a rapid descent when little Big Mac crouched down. Little AJ opened her yapper to protest, only to have her gullet stuffed full of stallion meat. His length had slid past her lips and was knocking at her uvula. Thankfully, Apples were notorious for their throat control, among other things, allowing her brother’s cock to sink deep into her gullet. Her shocked protests were muffled by her stuffed cheeks, but were soon drowned out by an equally surprised throaty moan when her brother did something else.

Little Big Mac had taken an experimental lick of his sister’s sopping pussy. He’d tasted fillies and mares before, but this was the first time he’d had his sister in his mouth. The young colt decided to rectify this terrible mistake by taking another lick. His lips smacked as he contemplated the flavor. “Ya’ll taste good. Real sweet like.”

Young Big Mac was girthy and too big to easily dislodge. Not helping matters was just how much of attention was being drawn to the taste of her brother’s penis. It was fleshy and warm, just like all the other little pricks she’d tasted. All had been a little bland in her opinion, save for her pa’s. Yet she found herself ruminating on her brother’s peculiar flavor and wanting to taste more. It was like her pa’s, but not. Her underdeveloped mind had a hard time sorting her thoughts. Reflexively she bucked her hips when she felt her brother’s tongue start probing inside her folds. Little AJ had no choice but to endure her brother’s uncoordinated yet electrifying stimulation of her sex while, ebbing away at her desire to escape. At the same time, she experienced a growing desire to taste more of his fat cock.

***

“Dammit,” Twilight growled as she viciously beat her meat. “Sixty nining your brother when you were only-” Lightning struck again. “I was practically drowning in research into sexual techniques, yet you were already so much more experienced!”

AJ shrugged, trying not to look too proud of herself. “Jus’ doin’ what comes nat’ral.”

***

Little AJ was already pushing herself past her gag reflex to pull as much of her brother’s cock inside her mouth as possible. Her tongue was afforded little room, but she still did her best to taste everything that she could. Little Big Mac was having somewhat of the opposite problem. His oral appendage was free to move as it pleased, but it wasn’t nearly long enough to reach as deeply into his sister’s honey pot as he’d have liked. He wasn’t 100% on what he was reaching for, but something deep in his gut told him that this ambiguous goal was just out of reach. Then, just as he was really getting into things, there came a tightening in Big Mac’s nether regions and he rolled off of his sister.

Little AJ panted and gagged, hacking up spittal as she struggled to breathe more evenly. “Not that Ah’m complainin’ about bein’ able ta breathe again, but…”

Little Big Mac was turned away from his sister, hunched over and panting even more heavily than her. His body was quivering. “Ah’m… close.”

“Close?”

“Yeah. Real close.”

AJ understood. She rolled over and took a few cautious steps towards her nervous brother, finding she had a bad case of the tremors as well as moisture dribbled down her hind legs. “Ya’ll doin’ alright?”

“F-fine,” he stammered. “Jus’… jus’ give me a second.”

Little AJ, however, wasn’t feeling as generous or patient as before. Getting up close and personal with her brother’s cock and balls had awakened something in her. A fledgling instinct was screaming out to her that something had been started, and that she needed to see it through to completion. “Ah was feelin’ close, too.”

Little Big Mac turned a curious eye on his sister. “Really?”

With a little laugh, AJ turn her body to the side and showed off just how wet she was. Her backside looked like it had been dunked in the local swimming hole. “Yer tongue felt awful good, big brother,” she said with a purr, trying out a bit of her mother’s country charm. “Felt like ya’ll were tryin’ ta plow me to mah core, but then ya jus’ stopped. That ain’t right, big brother.”

Big Mac shuddered at the way his sister had spoken. He’d orgasmed in mouths before, but none of those mares and fillies made him feel this aroused. He swallowed, wetting his dry mouth as he ogled his sister. The aftertaste of her pussy still lingered on his lips. He knew he wanted more, but was puzzled by seeming to want it differently than before.

AJ struggled to keep herself upright. “D-don’t ya’ll look at me like that,” she pleaded while trying to look bashful. “Makes me all nervous you’ll do somethin’.”

“What?” Big Mac asked, taking a step forward. “What would Ah do?”

AJ grinned. “Ya’ll started a job, but stopped before finishin’,” she teased. “That ain’t the Apple way.”

Big Mac took another step closer. “No it ain’t,” he agreed with prepubescent crack. He’d never seen his sister like this before. He couldn’t put his hoof on it, but something about her was making his pulse spike like nothing ever had. It kindled something within him, something none of the other mares or fillies ever brought out.

“Ma said it feels good when a filly has a colt on her back.” AJ lowered her backside a bit and gave it an enticing wiggle, inadvertently spattering more drops of her pussy juice. It was mortifyingly embarrassing to do something like this in front of her brother, but at the same time, didn’t seem to matter in the slightest. Her brother was looking at her and getting closer by the second. Each clop of his hooves to the floor boards was like ma ringing the dinner bell. Contemplating this comparison, AJ felt like she was salivating from both mouths. Right now, nothing in the world was more important than her brother and what he was going to do to her, or her to him, or them to each other. Whatever the case, something was getting done.

“Uh huh,” Big Mac replied absently, his mind elsewhere as blood migrated south. His nostrils were drunk on the scent of filly juices. A mysterious rubbery pipe bobbed beneath him and smacked against his belly. He’d forgotten the word for it, but his mind was briefly whited out by his imagining of what it was for. At long last, after what felt like ages, he was upon his sister.

Without realizing she’d done it, AJ had lowered her chest to the ground while keeping her ass high in the air. Her tail was flagged, leaving nothing to the imagination. She’d never been a shy filly and plenty of foals and adults had looked at her back there before. Until now, there’d never been anything unusual about another pony – even a stranger – copping a feel or just giving a comment. Right now, however, the idea of her brother looking at her back there was causing a whirlwind of emotions. These included a growing sense of impatience, which she forced herself to swallow. This was about helping her brother. His feelings were all that mattered right now, so she’d just have to let him go at his own pace.

“Yer so pretty,” Big Mac blurted thoughtlessly as he took in the sight of AJ’s rump. She still had a little baby fat for being so young, adding to an overall roundness, but her muscles were also toned and well defined. Her pussy was winking, drooling with what he knew to be anticipation. Even her tiny pucker gave a slight twitch. Without realizing it, Big Mac licked his lips. “Ya want me?” It wasn’t really a question.

“E’yup.”

Big Mac stood up on his hind legs. Then, as he’d seen his pa and countless other stallions do, let himself drop down onto his little sister’s back. His breath hitched when he felt his upper belly make contact with her lower back while his hooves planted themselves to either side of her. She made a similar sound when his momentum caused his dick to bounce against the bottom of her groin and between her underdeveloped teats.

This is really happening. That’s what the both of them were thinking. Big brother and little sister, so inexperienced to the ways of the world, were about to take a major step into it. It would be a shared step, a mutually beneficial step. It was a step that they’d heard others describe as one of the most important in their young lives, a moment of discovery and self-defining, no less important than earning one’s cutie mark. This moment would be their moment.

AJ felt her brother lean down and press his nose into her mane. It tickled when he sniffed, making her whole body tremble. “Was this how it was fer ma ‘n’ pa?” she asked without thinking.

“Don’t know,” Big Mac answered automatically. He didn’t know much of anything at the moment. For all the praise and acclaim he’d gotten, he really hadn’t done anything to earn any of it. But that was about to change. “Ah’m gonna take you,” he said with an animalistic growl.

AJ felt chills from her brother’s beastly tone. It triggered something primal deep within her. Despite her young age, she was feeling the barest hints of what some considered the most important of animal instincts. “T-take me?” Her tone was a little confused, but almost sounding like it wanted to be a command.

“Ah’ll make you mine.” Big Mac pulled his hips back, angling so that he felt the tip of his flare drag along his sister’s fur. It tickled amazingly. Then it didn’t. He’d pulled too far back and contact was broken. He pushed himself up a little, mindful of the sounds his sister made so he didn’t hurt her. He looked down at his rod. Behind it, his legs were quivering like the taught string of a bow, ready to launch. The little colt was a little proud of the poetic metaphor he’d just come up with, and regretted a little that he couldn’t share it. There were other priorities.

Instead of slamming his hips at full force as his instincts demanded, Big Mac pushed forward at a more casual pace. This wasn’t some back alley whore with experience taking cocks bigger than his entire body. This was his sister! This was their first time, and he wanted it to be something they’d both enjoy. Also he didn’t want to fuck up his first fucking. That kind of calamity would likely snowball into their parents having to step in and ending in them both dying of embarrassment.

AJ sucked in a breath through her nose when she felt it. Her brother’s flat tip was poking at her moist fillyhood. She winked around it, because of course she did. Her body wanted that piece of stallion meat in her as much as she did. She winked again, but this time got more of a grip as her big brother pressed the first inch in. She hissed at the sudden feeling of her pussy being spread. This was nothing like the mouths or toys she’d had before. Besides being bigger, this was an honest to goddess dick! A real flesh and blood dick was knocking at her door, only to abruptly… stop?

“Ya’ll alright?” Big Mac asked worriedly. He’d never heard that sound from his sister. Recalling all the praise he’d gotten for being so big, he was now terrified of the idea that he might be too big. His sister was pretty small, after all. Would she be unable to take him? Was their moment doomed to fail before they could truly start? Topping off his list of worries was the regret that they hadn’t asked their parents to watch them. That would have been the responsible thing, right? Ma and pa could have coached them through this and made everything better. Why didn’t he think of that sooner!?

“Y-yeah,” AJ exhaled. “Jus’… Ah’ve never had a real one before.” She took careful, measured breaths. Looking over her shoulder, she gave her worried brother a reassuring nod. “Ah’m alright.” Doofus, she thought. Big Mac was too sensitive for his own good. And while she appreciated his brotherly concern, her body had an itch that she was growing desperate to scratch. “Ah’m an Apple, ya know. We was born fer this. So finish what ya started!”

Big Mac’s expression hardened. He knew that tone. AJ might sometimes tell little fibs, but when she was serious, she could be honest to a fault. There was undeniable truth in her words, and it renewed Big Mac’s confidence. With a solid nod, he resumed pressing his hips forward.

AJ bit her lower lip as she moaned. Inch by inch, her brother’s cock was spreading her pussy wider than anything ever before. It hurt a little, but the pain was overshadowed by a bubbling sense of pleasure. “K-keep goin’!” she urged, determined to see this through to the end.

“E’yup,” Big Mac acknowledged. His sister was tight. Tight and wet. Her winking vulva was drawing him in, almost like his colthood were being swallowed. For a moment he even entertained the observation that his sister’s pussy was even more eager to swallow him than her real mouth.

AJ’s moan increased in volume when she felt her brother’s medial ring brush over her clit. Somehow this one ridge had sent her to all new heights than the rest of his shaft. Maybe she should rethink her stance on pussies vs. cocks? Choosing did seem rather silly, now that she was experiencing the real thing.

Big Mac hugged his body to his sister’s, molding to her back as he continued pushing forward. He’d jumped a little from the stimulation to his medial ring, but he maintained control. He was an Apple, a future stud, and this was his sister, dammit! There was too much on the line for him to be selfish. The little colt merely continued his steady pace of insertion, measuring his movements and breathing as his sister embraced him like never before.

AJ spread her hind legs a little to accommodate her first ever cock. It was thrilling to think that her brother would have such an impact on her. But why shouldn’t he? He was a stud, after all. Everyone said so. She, a filly so young, was having her first time with her stud of a brother. Just the thought of sent a bolt of excitement down her spine as she unintentionally slammed her hips back.

Big Mac’s breath hitched when he felt it. His sister’s actions had swallowed the final few inches of his length. Now her ass was against his lap as his cock had fully hilted inside her. The little colt couldn’t move even if he wanted to. He just stood there, processing what had just happened as he adjusted to the sensation. His sister had been wrapped completely around his length, and he could feel her heart beat through her inner walls. It felt amazing, a thrill of achievement at fully spearing his little sister. Surely life couldn’t get any better than this.

AJ didn’t complain about her brother’s lack of movement. She was in much the same state, barring one small detail. Big Mac’s big cock had penetrated her all the way to the cervix, and then a little further. He was deeper insider her than any toy had ever reached, touching what had previously been untouched. She only recognized the sensation thanks to her mother’s descriptions, and it filled her with a joy unlike any other.

After a second of mutual recovery, AJ once more broke the silence. She wasn’t really thinking. The higher faculties of her brain hadn’t fully reactivated yet. She merely blurted the first thing that came to mind. “Ah love you, big brother.”

“Ah love you too, little sister,” Big Mac replied, cooing tenderly. He took another inhale of his sister’s mane, finding the olfactory stimulation both relaxing and revitalizing.

And then AJ said the second thing that came to mind. “Fuck me!”

“E’yup!” Big Mac adjusted his stance and experimentally rolled his hips. His cock slid around inside his sister’s moist tunnel, making them both moan. Then he pulled out. The motion was slower and more careful than his insertion as he intimately studied the ridges of his sister’s love hole, committing the map to memory for the future he knew they would share. He slid back in, quicker this time.

AJ gave a cute “Eep!” Effortlessly his cock had once more penetrated her cervix. She didn’t know if he was aware of this, or if she even cared anymore. She was a little curious about how she was able to notice her brother’s balls tapping her inner thighs amidst everything else her inexperienced mind was processing.

Big Mac pulled out again. It was back to being slow and steady. He kept his breathing even, even as his medial ring was pulled out into the open. The night air was cool against his slickened tool. He continued pulling until only the last few inches of his cock remained inside. This time he slammed forward, but only at half the strength at his disposal.

AJ slammed her hoof into her mouth to silence her scream. Suddenly all the pep talks in the world seemed utterly useless. Nothing, no amount of advice or masturbation could have prepared her for the overwhelming ecstasy of having a thick cock rammed up her little filly pussy. When she felt Big Mac tense, no doubt worried about hurting her again, she clapped her ass around his groin. There was no more room for hesitation.

Big Mac grinned, appreciating the gesture. He repeated his prior motion of carefully pulling back before slamming back in. AJ’s pussy made lewd squishy sounds as her filly juices splattered against his crotch. The colt only took this as encouragement as he slammed in again, but with even more force.

AJ wailed in bliss each time her brother reentered her, no longer caring for how loud she was. Each impact made the slapping of his hips against her ass louder by the second. She loved it, needed it. Adjusting her hooves, she pulled her hips back to meet her brother’s thrusts. It was a little tricky, given how much stronger Big Mac was. Each thrust rocked her forward and nearly compromised what little balance she had. However, AJ would not be deterred from her goal. This was his first time too, and she intended to reciprocate every bit of his affection with her own.

“AJ!” Big Mac cried out. He wrapped his front hooves around her barrel, squeezing with his need to feel her. “Ah’m… close.”

“S-same,” AJ whimpered back. She’d been close for a while now, but her orgasm had remained almost cruelly elusive. She’d never lasted this long with her past partners; not even her own ma. It was like her body knew something she didn’t, was waiting for something she hadn’t even considered. Big Mac’s cry, however, made that something clear. Even if she was too young, her instincts told her she was being bred by her beloved brother. His life giving seed was about to shoot deep inside her, straight into her womb, and fill her like nothing before. The true moment was upon them, and she wouldn’t cum a second sooner. “K-keep goin’!”

What little mental preparations the siblings made quickly crumbled as their orgasms sprang out at them. Feeling his balls tighten, Big Mac hilted himself in AJ one last time and held her close. A prepubescent jet of cum shot from his tip as his balls emptied themselves in his mare. His spunk was even hotter than his cock as far as AJ was concerned. As his thick load deposited itself into her womb, her pussy clenched. The pressure combined with the tight confines sent her juices flying out and gushing all over her brother.

Big Mac’s grip around his sister remained steadfast, even as her belly began to swell with his load. He was cumming like a water hose, filling his sister with more spunk than he’d ever produced in his life. Was this what being a stud really meant? He didn’t know, but he was in awe as his sister’s body ballooned out. AJ, however, was not so coherent. Her mind had gone completely blank, all thoughts washed away by the overwhelming force of her orgasm.

Brother and sister stayed like that for a while, locked in place as euphoria engulfed them. When at last they came down from their orgasmic hi, Bic Mac collapsed fully. AJ was taken with him as they tumbled to the floor. Big Mac’s legs felt like jelly, like his bones might have melted, yet he still maintained his grip around his little sister. His loving squeeze inadvertently caused her to evacuate some of his seed from her body, but neither really minded.

The wood floor might as well have been a silken bed for all they cared. They were too caught up in the moment of feeling one another. Once or twice one of the siblings would open their mouth to try and say something, but the words always died on their lips. What could either of them say that wasn’t already obvious? They were siblings who’d just lost their virginities to one another, and loved every second of it. Feeling the warmth and breathing of the other, their mutual exhaustion soon rocked the both of them to sleep.

The next morning, the pair was still pretty out of it. Big Mac was still inside his little sister and their fur was uncomfortably sticky. They were even nose-blind to the pungent aroma of fresh fucking that permeated the room. When ma called them down for breakfast, they had to extract themselves as quickly and carefully as possible, learning the hard way that a sufficient amount of dried sex juices made for an aggravatingly effective adhesive. In all the commotion, they didn’t even notice the blanket they’d kicked off their sleeping bodies, or the dried stains just outside of where the door had been cracked open. Neither sibling saw fit to tell their family what they’d done. With the amount of hoof holding they were doing over the next few weeks, they felt it was implied.

Author's Note

In many ways, Rarity and Apple Jack are polar opposites, meaning that confrontation between them is basically inevitable. I think that the prequel story added to this when AJ called Rarity a ‘freak.’ Whether this was the author’s intention or not, I was intrigued by the subtlety of the moment, of the universal offense at having one’s fetish derided so openly. My intent is to explore the feelings of both characters in the hopes of unpacking their baggage, all while Twilight obliviously tries to make everyone adhere to her schedule. Also, I thought it might be fun to throw in a B-plot about what Spike’s getting up to in Canterlot.