The knock at the door was an unfamiliar one, and the three occupants of the room glanced at each other in pleasant surprise. New members were always welcome, but since they’d started the club eight months ago, it had seemed that everyone who was going to join had joined. Pipsqueak had been one of the first, as eager as he always was, and the others had flooded in to join; Featherweight, Ruby Pinch, Twist, Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, and even Spike. Their childhood friend was definitely a welcome addition to the club, as many of its members would agree.
The girl closest to the sound stood up and made her way over to the door, opening it up a crack to see who was outside. As soon as she had, she pulled it open fully and stepped aside to allow a man to stagger in, hugging himself tightly in his winter parka. The cold wind outside followed him in, and the woman hurriedly shut the door to keep the small room as warm as possible. Shivering, the man stood up fully and looked at her.
“Thanks, Sweetie Belle,” he chattered, shaking his limbs to try and warm them a little.
“Rumble?” a purple haired girl asked, standing up too. “What are you doing here?” She received a glare from the other two girls, and hastened to add, “I mean, why now, rather than sooner?”
“The other guys recommended it,” the man grumbled, pulling down his hood and revealing a neatly slicked navy blue hairstyle that remained untouched by the winter weather outside. “They kept pestering me, and wouldn’t stop until I agreed to come. At first I thought I could just lie, but then they turned up to my house after school and kept knocking and throwing snowballs at my window.” He sighed and grumbled some more, pulling off the thick gloves he had been wearing.
“Well, it’s never too late,” Sweetie Belle chimed in, smiling warmly and stepping around him to rejoin her two friends.
“Not to mention it’s close ta Hearth’s Warming,” the clubhouse’s readhead added in a southern drawl, shooting a toothy grin to the new arrival. “Best time for giftin’ an’ bondin’, right?”
“Yeah, something like that,” Rumble agreed dispassionately as he unzipped the dark grey parka. Underneath his winter jacket, he was wearing a comfortable cotton sweater, a lighter shade of grey than his the overgarment. “So, look, I’m not really interested in the club. Sorry.” The three girls looked disappointed, their faces falling as he spoke. “I’m here because I was forced and I don’t feel like being kept up at night by Pip and his cohort for the rest of time. So if we could, can we just hang out and maybe chat about something fun?”
“Something fun?” the purple haired girl asked, quirking an eyebrow while Sweetie shared a confused glance with the redhead. “You think this isn’t fun?”
“This?” Rumble asked incredulously, tossing his gloves and parka to the side haphazardly. “Look, Scootaloo, you and Apple Bloom and Sweetie are nice girls, and you’re fun and all, but this club isn’t gonna be fun.” He shrugged at them. “You’re all awesome, but even you three aren’t capable of making studying fun.”
Three pairs of eyes blinked at him in confusion, and silence filled the room. If a pin had dropped, it probably would have violated noise pollution regulations.
“What?” Scootaloo finally asked. The lone male sighed and circled his hand as though waiting for them to pick up on what he was saying.
“The studying club you all organised?” he clarified, speaking slowly. “Several months ago? Preparation for finals? Helping people out because that’s what you do? The one everyone has been coming to, and that they’ve forced me to come to right now?” A look of surprised revelation overcame the girl’s faces at his words, and their expressions softened.
“Rumble,” Sweetie Belle spoke up, her tone soft and motherly as she stepped towards him and placed a tender hand on his firm tricep. “Honey. Sweetie. Did you actually think that this was a studying club?”
Now it was Rumble’s turn to look confused. “….yes?” he answered, raising an eyebrow at her question and looking to the other two. They were smiling amicably. “That’s what you said it was when you advertised it. Why would I think it was anything else?”
Scootaloo was the first to burst into laughter, followed very closely by Apple Bloom, the two of them failing utterly to hide their amusement. The remaining girl looked over her shoulder at them disapprovingly, but didn’t say anything. Returning her attention to Rumble, she stroked at his upper arm comfortingly, which only confused him more.
“Honey, this isn’t a studying club,” she told him, in the sort of tone that one would use to break someone bad news in a controlled manner.
“That was a cover, you dolt!” Scootaloo chucked in, managing to control her belly-aching laugh for just a moment.
“Diplomatic language, Scootaloo,” Sweetie reminded her friend, frowning at the athlete’s brash words.
“A cover?” Rumble asked, thrown entirely out of his element. His usual cool demeanour had been stripped away, and now he was left way in over his head. “A cover for what?” He had to wait for a little while for Apple Bloom and Scootaloo’s laughter to die down, and only then did Sweetie start to explain, having had some time to formulate her thoughts.
“Imagine you want to start a group,” she began, gesturing to the clubhouse around her. “You have a location, you know that there will be a healthy interest from the community, and you have a plan in mind for what you want to do with this time and space. However, it’s not a conventional club. You know that some people won’t approve, and that some people won’t want to be known as attending a club of which some people don’t approve. What’s the best way to kick-start such a club?”
“Ughh…” the man responded, lost for words. “Ask a few people you trust?” At the kind of expression he received, Rumble cast his mind around for answers, recalling what he’d been told earlier. “Make a cover story?” Sweetie Belle nodded, smiling happily at him.
“That’s right. Now, say that you’re a student at a school, surrounded by teenagers, and you have an idea for a club which you know will probably be popular, but which teachers and parents probably won’t want their children attending. Your closest friends pull you into this idea, and you agree to start a membership drive, as carefully as you can. What would you say to everyone to try and gauge their willingness?” She looked at the man expectantly.
“A study group…” Rumble replied, the pieces slowly falling into place. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo had drawn closer, anticipation shining brightly in their eyes and smug grins etched into their faces.
“And what activity exactly do you think teenagers would require a cover for, if they wanted to get together in private without suspicion from parents and teachers, and be able to talk about freely in school and in public?”
Rumble swallowed nervously, an idea clawing its way to the forefront of his brain. It seemed really unlikely, and yet they were giving him all the signs that he was correct; the confident stances, the assured expressions, the willingness to get close and touch him. All if it seemed to indicate that he was right. With widened eyes, he ventured;
“A cult?”
The girl’s faces fell in sync in a cartoonishly comical fashion. Apple Bloom face-palmed, and Scootaloo almost glared with disbelief at him.
“Holy shit, dude,” the purple haired girl managed, her mouth slightly parted as she stared at him. Even Sweetie seemed to be trying to suppress a sigh. Rumble coughed awkwardly.
“Not quite,” Sweetie Belle responded, trying again. “Nothing weird or creepy. Think about it in terms of our finals. We’re studying...?”
“Biology.”
“Exactly. And teenagers go through lots of hormonal changes, right? So what exactly is related to hormones and teenagers and meeting in secret?”
"I mean, we're all eighteen, Sweetie. Hormonal changes and all that is long past."
"Just roll with the question."
“…sex?”
“Finally!” Scootaloo called out, throwing her hands up in the air. “This has to be the longest anyone has ever gone without getting a hint, and I still remember trying to matchmake Big Mac and Cheerilee!”
“Scoots, be nice,” Sweetie scolded. She scowled at her friend before turning back to Rumble with a kinder expression on her face. “Everyone reacts differently. Don’t worry about it.”
“Okay,” Rumble spoke slowly, looking between the three girls in turn. “So this is a sex club? The three of you basically service the entire year group? And this has been going on for several months?” They nodded eagerly, not even slightly ashamed. Apple Bloom in particular had a huge grin, and puffed her substantial chest out proudly. Scootaloo was quietly cocky, and Sweetie Belle looked sweet as she smiled and gave a simple up-down shake of her head, her feminine beauty shining through even in a time of admitting to her sluttiness.
“Okay, you got me good,” The man scoffed as he pulled back, looking around the room expectantly. “Where are the cameras? Is anyone else here? I know this is gonna be a real hoot when we get back to school next term, and yeah, it was pretty good, but I’m not falling for it any longer. So who put you up to this? Was it your idea, or did Spike think it’d be hilarious?” His self-assured grin didn’t falter as he looked back to them, waiting for the raucous laughter and the back-slaps and the usual teenage banter.
It never came. Instead, the trio of girls kept on looking at him, watching his smile slowly falter and letting the silence drag on.
“Ah’d say he’s as dumb as a rock,” Apple Bloom drawled in wry amusement, a smirk tugging at her mouth. “But ah’ve seen rock farms, and they’re actually kinda productive.” Scootaloo nodded in agreement, not taking her eyes off the teenage boy.
“Okay,” Sweetie tried, not bothering to repress her sigh this time. It was clearly the most difficult case she’d dealt with. “Who would you say is the prettiest out of us three?”
“What?” Rumble asked, wondering how this played into anything.
“The most gorgeous, the most beautiful, the most appealing, the best personality,” she reiterated. “Whatever criteria you want to use. Which of us do you personally find to be the most attractive?”
“Oh,” the man hummed, glancing at them. “That’s a pretty tough question.” He wasn’t saying that to stall; the girls, each of them, were amazing in their own way, and he would be lying if he’d said that he hadn’t thought of all of them multiple times when he’d had time alone in his bedroom. They hadn't been early bloomers, but at sixteen they'd blossomed into the epitome of youthful beauty, and now at eighteen, they were jaw-droppingly gorgeous.
Sweetie Belle was, without a doubt, the most feminine of her friends, and the most traditionally pretty. Her face was soft and rounded, and her pale skin almost seemed to shine of its own accord, completely free of blemishes and marks. Her bright green eyes shone with intelligence and kindness, and her button nose and plump lips just screamed innocence and purity. Her purple and pink hair fell in curls down to her lower back, and beneath her beige cardigan and pink blouse, the man knew she was slim and fit, with a flat stomach and a hourglass shaped figure. Sunbathing in the summer had been heaven for him with her around.
Then again, Scootaloo was no slouch either. Although she wasn’t a frilly girl, she had a good figure on her. Her hair was the shortest out of the group, and she kept it purposefully ruffled to give her a devil-may-care appearance. Her purple eyes exuded competition and confidence, and her smile all but confirmed it; she was good and she knew it. Her black hoodie looked good on her, and really summarised the rough-and-tumble look she was going for. Toned and coiled was the best way to describe her, like a mini Rainbow Dash.
Finally, there was Apple Bloom, the sexy country redhead. A guy could say that he didn’t like her ponytail which fell down to the middle of her back, or her easy-going grin, or her tanned and freckled face, or the humour in her gorgeous orange eyes, but that guy would be lying. Even then, her hips drew eyes; wide and curvaceous, it only helped to accentuate her chiselled thighs and plump, sculpted buttocks. When she cocked her hips and rested a hand on her waist, you stopped and paid attention to whatever she wanted to say, and that was all there was to it. She was buxom and proudly rural, rarely changing from her plaid shirt and jeans, though her usual stetson hat was missing today.
“Well?” the redhead asked, her grin only widening. “Gonna stare all day?” The man gritted his teeth.
“If you placed a gun to my head,” he answered reluctantly, “I’d have to choose Scootaloo. She’s athletic, confident, capable, and that’s pretty hot in all honesty.”
“You’re jus’ sayin’ that ‘cause it’s basically a female version of yerself,” Apple Bloom teased, her smile forbidding him from feeling anything other than flattered. “Ah ain’t even mad, honestly. Scootaloo is hot, and that ain’t no lie.”
“Seconded,” Sweetie Belle agreed. “You chose well.”
“Chose well?” the lone male asked, suddenly feeling a little trapped. “What do you mean?”
Instead of answering, Sweetie brushed a hand across Apple Bloom’s shoulder on the way up to her chin, turning the more heavily built girl to face her. Meeting the gorgeous green eyes with her own, the farm girl turned towards her friend and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling them together. Holding that pose for a moment, an arm around Sweetie’s waist and a palm against Apple Bloom’s cheek with a thumb stroking along her jawline, the duo locked lidded eyes, allowing the anticipation to brew. And then, inch by inch, they drew closer, their faces nearing each other’s and their lips parting slightly, their eyes drawing closed entirely-
The soft sound of kissing reached Rumble’s ears, lips rubbing sensually against each other as the two girls embraced. His jaw dropped as he watched their hands move across their bodies, gently exploring their partner and keeping the movement of their heads to a minimum. Suddenly, all doubt that they had been telling the truth about this club evaporated.
“Thanks for choosing me,” a voice whispered in his ear. He jumped, earning a chuckle from Scootaloo, who had managed to approach him unnoticed while he was distracted, awestruck by the display in front of him. “Shhh, just watch them,” she directed, moving behind him and placing her hands on his shoulders. Her bust wasn’t the biggest out of her friends, but it was still a comfortable b cup, and he was more than happy to have them pressed against his back. “Have you fantasised about this before?”
“Y-yeah,” he admitted, unable to give more than a one word answer. In truth, he’d imagined all sorts of things involving the Cutie Mark Crusaders, but this was something else entirely.
“Is this better than you imagined?”
“Yeah.”
“Say it.”
“It’s so much better.”
“Is me whispering in your ear while those two taste each other getting you harder than you’ve ever been in your life?”
Rumble couldn’t help but pant, the combination of her words, her tone, her warm breath and the pressure of her against him only exacerbating the heat coursing through his body. “It’s absolutely amaz-” The teen gasped as Scootaloo leaned in and nibbled on his earlobe, her teeth scraping against his skin and pinching with just the right amount of pressure to evoke pleasure without causing him even a hint of pain. It didn’t take long for his knees to start shaking, and, to his shame, for her to coax a whining moan from him.
“Good boy,” she whispered to him after releasing his ear. Rumble bit his lip, the mixture of burning hot arousal and mild shame confusing him somewhat. “What are you?” Her hand stroked down his shoulder to his pecs, rubbing his chest through his clothes.
“W-what?”
“What are you?”
“A good boy?”
“Yes you are,” Scooatloo cooed, sliding her hands down to his waist. “And do you know what happens to good boys?” She waited for a moment for him to shake his head. He could feel the smirk against his skin as she pressed her mouth to his ear and told him in a hushed, sensual tone, “Rewards.” His breath picked up as her right hand dipped lower, rubbing over his thigh, dangerously close to his achingly hard cock. If she just moved a few inches left, she’d be-
“But first, you need to prove to me you deserve it.” Her hand shimmied its way back up to his stomach, and he couldn’t help but whimper in distress at her cruelty. “You said that we couldn’t make studying fun, and that hurt my feelings. I’m just a delicate girl, after all.” She grazed her teeth across his skin, letting him feel the power she had over him. “Not strong and disciplined like a man.” It took no effort for her to suck lightly on his neck and pull a feminine whine from his lips. “So, I’d like an apology, and I want it to be sincere.”
Rumble swallowed and tried to get his breathing under control. “I-”
“Sincere.”
“Scootaloo, I’m so sorry that I hurt your feelings,” he continued, his toes curling in his boots as she continued to tenderly caress his torso. “It was wrong and mean of me, and I’m so sorry that I doubted you for even a second. Please, please forgive me.” The man’s face was flushed red from arousal and shame, not helped by Scootaloo’s smug satisfaction which was glaringly obvious even without looking at her.
“That’s good enough for me,” she decided. “Buuut-“
“Oh please!” he groaned, writhing in her grasp, his body screaming at him for attention. “Please just-”
“Shush!” she ordered authoritatively, immediately silencing the complaining man. He bit his tongue in frustration, but otherwise complied. Satisfied with the result, Scootaloo continued. “Like I was saying, that’s good enough for me. But you didn’t just insult me, did you? You said that none of us were good enough to make studying fun, and that means that you owe each of us an apology. Isn’t that right, girls?”
Rumble snapped out of his lustful reverie with a jolt of horror. Across the room, Sweetie and Bloom were watching with delight as Rumble became aware of them. Their makeout session had brought a fiery flush to their cheeks, making them even more jaw-droppingly sexy than before.
“That sounds like the bare minimum he could do,” Apple Bloom agreed, idly copping a feel of Sweetie’s mounds. The feminine girl seemed used to it, ignoring the hand roaming her chest to fix Rumble with an irresistibly cute set of puppy dog eyes.
“I’ve never heard anything so horrible in all my life,” she lamented, a slight wobble to her voice as she pouted at the man ensnared in Scootaloo’s grip, both physically and figuratively. “I don’t know if I can ever get over it.”
“Please don’t do that,” the teen groaned, attacked from behind by Scootaloo’s constant ministrations and from ahead by the sexy innocence of his two ‘victims’. “I’m so horny, now really isn’t-”
“Can it,” Scootaloo ordered him. “If you’re so desperate, then you’d better get to making amends. Otherwise, you friend downstairs is gonna be really unhappy with you.” Her tone was no longer soft and teasing, but firm and demanding. Somehow, he didn’t find it any less arousing. Taking a deep breath, the man forced himself to focus, pushing the lust back for just a moment.
“I’m so sorry, both of you. I was awful and wrong, a-and I’m never going to do it again.” He paused, wincing as the athlete behind licked his ear distractingly. “I’d love nothing more than to study with you, and have you both teach me. I know you’re the best teachers I could possibly have.”
“Especially Sweetie, right?” Bloom asked. Rumble nodded urgently.
“Absolutely.”
“Why’s that? Is it because she’s a pretty teacher, and she’s so soft and gentle?”
“Yes! She’s kind and wonderful and I know I’d never spend a second of our time waiting for the session to be over!”
“How ‘bout me?”
“You’re….ugh…” Words failed the teen, and he felt the frustration growing again. “You’re determined. You’d never let me leave without making sure I understood something. Th-that’s a perfect teacher. Between you three, I couldn’t ask for anything more!” He panted, the lust returning in full force, but this time without a hint of shame accompanying it. “Please, I need more!”
The three girls looked pleased with themselves, exchanging nods and smirks. Even Sweetie, usually so demure and reserved, licked her lips. Apple Bloom chuckled to herself.
“Ah love it when Scootaloo does that,” she told the room, biting her lip at the sight of the handsome man squirming, reduced in a few minutes from a cool and confident character to their personal plaything. “Ah don’t know ‘bout you Sweetie, but ah’m feeling mighty hot now. Ya thirsty?”
“So thirsty,” the pretty girl answered in a huskier tone than usual, flinging her cardigan off and hastening to pull her blouse over her head. The familiar sight of her flat stomach and perky bust came into view momentarily before she threw herself at the farmer, ensnaring her in a much more passionate kiss than before. The two girls grappled, sharing more than a bit of tongue as they sought out a comfortable spot on the floor.
“That was good, Rumble,” Scootaloo told her prey, kissing his cheek in a surprisingly tender gesture. He didn’t answer, his eyes fixated on the two women as they tumbled onto the pile of beanbags and cushions left in the corner. “I’m gonna live up to my end of the bargain now.” She ran her tongue slowly along his sharp jawline, easing it along agonisingly slowly. “I’m gonna suck your cock.”
The pressure against his back disappeared as Scootaloo pulled away, sliding around his side and pressing herself against him from the front. She smirked up at him, only a few inches shorter. Her smile was provocative, sultry and challenging, like she knew she had him wrapped around her finger.
It wasn’t clear who kissed who, only that the two of them mashed their lips together hungrily, their lips sliding across one another without pause. There was no subtlety or build-up, no savouring of the moment or easing their way into it, just pure, unbridled, untrammelled passion. His hand passed through her hair, grasping onto it and pressing harder into the kiss, while his other hand reached down to grab a handful of her ass. Scootaloo grunted in appreciation and ground against him, rubbing against his leg. At some point, they added tongue to the mix, battling for dominance.
“Just suck my dick,” Rumble told her eventually, pulling away from their saliva exchange to grumble his request. The woman opened her eyes and smirked.
“Giving orders now, huh?” He glowered at her, to which she merely smiled. “Yeah, yeah, I’m getting there.” Locking eyes with Rumble, Scootaloo sank down to her knees and let her hands tug at his belt, unbuckling it with quick fingers and pulling it through the loops of his jeans. The zipper soon followed, and finally the button holding his pants together, until she could peel open and pull down the denim covering his lower half. Inch by inch she worked them down his legs, spending a little time to admire his built thighs, and planting uncharacteristically soft kisses along them. For Rumble, it was torture, feeling the oral attentions she was providing so close to his manhood but with no sign she was going to move from where she was.
“Stop teasing,” the man growled, a frustrated dominance to his tone. Scootaloo noticed and glanced back up at him, keeping her hands down to rub at his taut thighs.
“I’m not teasing,” she assured him, her palms running up and down as she squeezed affectionately. “I just have a thing for athletes, you know? You said you liked me for that reason, and I like you for that reason. Muscles are awesome.” Nonetheless, she leaned forwards and rubbed her face against his boxers, nuzzling the straining bulge through the thin fabric. The scent powered through, musky and strong, and almost immediately overpowered the girl. She sighed happily, grinning internally as he groaned at the wash of breath over his obviously sensitive cock. There was a large dark spot towards his right hip, right near where the bulge tapered off, evidence of how much they’d excited him earlier. She leaned in to give it a slow lick with the tip of her tongue. The saltiness hit her at once, and she-
A firm, demanding hand grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back, causing Scootaloo to wince in surprise before her gaze was yanked up to look at the red-faced youth glaring down at her, teeth bared. She blinked, happily surprised that he was taking control. She was content either way, and this looked like it was going to be interesting.
“Suck, now,” he ordered, not even asking any more. His lust had reached such a boiling point that he was going to take what he wanted from her, and at that moment he wanted to blow his load down the fit girl’s throat. Yanking his boxers down as quickly as he could with one hand, Rumble managed to get them partway down his leg and allow his previously-constrained cock to spring free, to Scootaloo’s delight. “Get to it.”
It was thick, she saw as she moved closer. About seven inches in length and two or three inches in girth, it was a good example of desirable penis. The head was engorged and flushed red, while his veiny shaft bulged from the pent up arousal she and the others had inflicted on him. With a gentle curve to it and a lovely musky smell, it was everything Scootaloo wanted and needed, all of her dominance falling away once his scent wafted over to her. Breathing in deeply, her eyes lidded and she closed the gap, wrapping a hand around his base to feel it and steady it for what was to come.
The man hissed through his teeth as the tongue slid up his glans, lapping up the pre-cum that had oozed from his slit. A moment later, a pair of lips closed around his turgid shaft before sliding down to engulf most of his member. Rumble panted heavily, the humid warmth of her mouth alone prickling lovingly along every inch of cockflesh, but the way the girl sucked in her cheeks as she slid up and down, exposing his length to soft touches as she took him deeper, stoked the boiling hot lust deep in his core. He knew he wouldn’t last long with her skill and with her speeding up, but they had both known that from the moment she offered to get down on her knees.
As such, neither of them were surprised when, about half a minute later, Rumble grabbed hold of Scootaloo’s hair with both hands, clenched his fingers to keep her in place, and began to piston back and forth, hammering his cock deep into her gullet. The girl moved her hands away to make the process easier, not wanting to interrupt his lust-driven ravaging. Being forced to accept such a perfect schlong over and over, tasting and smelling every inch of his virile prick as it speared into her, was far too hot to interrupt.
“Gonna cum,” Rumble hastily informed her, though it would have been apparent even if he hadn’t; the way his testicles contracted towards his body, the swelling of his glans, the rising frequency of his breaths, all of it pointed towards one inexorable conclusion. With an ache in her jaw and scalp, the woman eagerly waited, excited to feel the tsunami he was going to deliver her. Five thrusts, ten thrusts, fifteen thrusts-
His yell was loud and guttural, and the final thrust slammed his hips straight against her mouth, and buried his glans so far into her throat that it bypassed her gag reflex. His dick swelled, pulsated, and then the first jet battered her pharynx. It was thick and hot, and slid straight down into her stomach, followed by a second strong jet, and then a third, and a fourth. By the fifth spurt, it was noticeably weaker. All through it, the male held her in place, keeping her pressed flush against his pelvis as he delivered his cum. When she slapped his thigh to let her off, he did so sluggishly, still reeling from his ongoing orgasm, and graced her tongue with some weak dribbles of his load, with the final string decorating Scootaloo’s lips as he slid out.
“Fuuucckkkk,” the athletic teen groaned, his face red and hot from his encounter. He looked down at the panting girl, her mouth covered in spittle from the brutal throat-fucking and traces of his spunk, which she quickly licked up and swallowed. She wiped the saliva and tears from her chin and cheeks, and grinned at him proudly. He coughed awkwardly. “So, are you okay?”
“Yeah, dude,” she assured him, nodding without breaking her expression. “That was fucking hot. You’re a damn monster.” Licking her lips hungrily, she eyed his softening member with undisguised desire. Before either of them could do anything more, a particularly pleasured squeal caught their attention, popping the bubble of isolation they’d been in since they’d started their romp. They turned to the source of the sound, what had previously been background noise re-establishing itself in a sharp clarity.
Sweetie Belle was ensnared in a passionate, tongue-laden kiss with Apple Bloom, the redhead pumping three fingers furiously in and out of the former’s glistening pussy. From the way the feminine beauty was whimpering and wriggling, it was clear she was about to cum, but Apple Bloom held her firmly in place, cradling her as she spiralled towards what sounded like was going to be a momentous climax. A few moments later, Sweetie stiffened, tensing as she was tipped over the edge, and fell silent, shuddering as her friend fingered her through her orgasm. After fifteen long seconds, the dominant woman broke the kiss and removed her fingers from Sweetie’s snatch, leaving the undulating hole gaping and flushed red, before slipping her cum-soaked digits into Sweetie’s mouth for her to clean.
“Good girl,” she cooed, shooting a smug smirk over at Scootaloo and Rumble, who were both transfixed on the sight. “Cleanin’ up after yourself like that.” Stroking the bublegum hair of her friend, she stood up and let the blissed-out Sweetie Belle slump back against the wall, her legs spread. “My turn, right, Rumble?”
“Hey!” Scootaloo objected. “He picked me first, and I’ve just finished his first round. I haven’t finished with him yet.”
“If ya hadn’t spent so much time teasin’ him, ya could’ve had your ride,” Apple Bloom retorted. Scootaloo shot back an irate response, and the duo started to bicker, arguing over who should have the right to drain Rumble of his sweet nectar, without giving any apparent thought to what the man himself thought. In the end, it was Rumble who brought an end to the bickering with a loud, stern cough.
“Don’t you think I should be the one to choose?” he asked, flicking his gaze between them questioningly. Their faces fell, and the lad barely held back a smirk as they silently waited for his judgement. “Who says I can’t have both of you? A bit rude to assume I’m not up to the task, isn’t it?” The way the two girls blinked in surprise and then immediately perked up in response to his words blew on the embers of his lust and stoked his ego. It felt satisfying to regain his masculine pride after it had been so easily stripped away, no matter how good that had felt.
There was no discussion about what was going to happen, and the specifics sorted themselves out very easily. Rumble lay down and the girls followed his lead, kneeling down beside the supine teen and working together to rid him of all of his clothes, throwing them to the wall along with his boots. Naturally, having already choked on the stud’s pole, Scootaloo let Bloom tend to Rumble’s semi. There was something immensely satisfying about the country girl’s rough handjob; the way she spat sloppily and loudly onto his meat, the way she rotated her wrist as she worked his shaft, the rhythmic pumping contrasting with her seemingly careless motions, the firm grip which bordered on uncomfortable but stopped short of actual discomfort. Whatever made her technique work, it just worked, and his monolith of an erection a minute or so later was the loudest possible proof. Satisfied at the male’s response, the farmer smirked toothily at the man, her eyes smouldering with unbridled lust as she fixated him with a hungry, predatory stare. Lifting herself up and standing over Rumble’s waist, the redhead reached down to steady his staff, carefully lowering herself down. As she drew closer, the heat of her womanhood grew more and more noticeable.
Just before his glans came into contact with her entrance, Rumble’s vision was blocked, robbing him of the sight of the cowgirl’s lips kissing his meat. He grunted in disappointment, frustrated at the eclipse-like interruption, though he found his spirits rising swiftly as he realised what was right in front of his face. The musky smell of Scootaloo’s pussy invaded his nostrils and caused him to lick his lips instinctually, and a second later, he fought back a groan as he felt the long-awaited hot, wet presence parting around his cockhead. Before he’d even had time to buck his hips upwards to bury his manhood in Apple Bloom’s depths, she did the work for him, dropping her hips down to engulf his entire length. This time, Rumble didn’t try to fight the moan, his back arching from the satin softness wrapped around his tool, ensconcing it in a warm embrace. As he rolled back his head to grunt, his chin brushed against the sodden quim in front of him, and he remembered that he had a job to do.
Lifting his face just slightly, the boy ran his tongue along the waiting slit, licking from end to end and evoking a satisfied sigh from the woman above him. He repeated the motion, swiping upwards along the soft flesh of her cleft, her taste quickly soaking his tastebuds. The man’s hands sidled up the taut thighs either side of his head, all the way from the knees resting against his shoulders to the sharp curves of the athlete’s ass, his fingers sinking into the pliant flesh as he groped and spread her cheeks. He heard a groan from the girl, her response to his handwork guiding his tongue as it mapped out her outer and inner lips, dutifully following the patterns of her body like an explorer mapping a recently discovered trail.
At his waist, Apple Bloom lifted herself upwards, dragging her velvety walls along his trunk as she rose, until only his glans was left encased by her hot embrace. A second later, she lowered herself down again, her southern passage swallowing his girth to the very base. Clenching down on his shaft, she pushed up again, rising and falling at a moderate pace and a mechanical rhythm, her muscles gripping and tugging tenderly as she worked. Rumble imagined her thick thighs and crafted calves rippling as they operated, the farmer barely needing to put any effort into her movements as she impaled herself on his tool over and over. He imagined the sight of his rigid pole disappearing into her quim, slick with her femlube, the girl’s face a mask of confidence and contentment. He’d have been frustrated that he wasn’t able to see any of it, but it was difficult to be upset when another one of the hottest girls in his school was sitting on his face, her smooth, waxed cunny gyrating reflexively against his mouth while he prodded and probed at her gash.
Rumble felt Apple Bloom lean forwards, the angle of his penetration altering as she shifted her upper half forward and ground her hips back and forth to better suit her new posture. Even with the legs covering his ears, the muffled sounds of the two girls making out above his midriff managed to reach him, their sensual noises dampened by the mashing of mouths. The man let the country girl work her magic, having to put more effort into her rolls to achieve the same depth that she’d been gifting him before, and focused on pleasing Scootaloo. He pushed his tongue into her, shoving his appendage as deep as he could past her entrance and into her dripping snatch. Her insides clenched against his muscle as it wormed its way in, soaking itself in her juices and basting in the syrup she provided. He couldn’t get enough of her taste, the sourness permeating his tastebuds with every swish, every brush against the silkiness of her insides.
Time became an unknowable quality between the athletic girl’s toned, supple thighs; his world was the intimate heat and softness of the women atop him, and the sounds they made when he hit a particularly sensitive spot. The woman bouncing and gyrating grew more passionate as she rode, using him as a tool to get herself off, and Rumble could feel her approaching the edge. Her canal hugged him tighter, wringing him in irregular pulses, and she ground harder against his crotch. The boy wasn’t worried about finishing too soon, and so timed his bucks to push as deep inside as possible, sending her faster towards her inexorable climax. The shudder and rhythmic tugging at his shaft let him know when the redhead had peaked, her walls clinging possessively to his dick as though trying to pull him further inside.
Scootaloo’s rear retreated from his face, the man sitting up partially to follow her snatch as she raised herself, his tongue still waggling frantically, drunk on her sour taste. Reluctantly, he let her stand up, a string of her juices bridging her lips to his before it snapped, leaving him to lick himself clean and admire the sensation she’d left. Looking down, Rumble admired the view of the farmer easing herself up on quivering thighs, aftershocks of her orgasm still running through her, the slow process teasing at his tumescent length until he sprang out, flopping with a wet, lewd slap against his own belly.
“Okay, now it’s my turn,” Scootaloo spoke up, staring down expectantly at the supine man, her feet spread just enough that he could see between her legs and the waxed crotch of the toned beauty. Sitting up, he told her through gestures and breathless words to get on all fours. By the time he’d gotten himself into a kneeling position, the purple haired girl was looking back over her shoulder at him, her legs spread just enough to show off her smooth mons. If he’d been in refractory, the sight alone would’ve been visual Viagra.
“Damn,” Rumble sighed as he grasped the teenager’s taut buttocks, running his palms along them and squeezing possessively. The girl hummed happily as he felt her up and tested her firmness, the pressure of his fingers digging into her heightening her arousal. “I didn’t realise you’d look even better from behind.”
“Good from every angle,” she boasted, biting her lip as he spread her cheeks to get a good view of her, the air cold on her now-exposed privates. She was so wet that the slightest displacement of air against her nethers caused her to clench, in turn decorating her mons with yet more gooey feminine effluence.
“Not a word of a lie,” the young man replied, taking hold of his member and pressing it against her delta, his glans sliding up and down her slippery slit until he found the girl’s waiting, wanting entrance. Returning his hand to Scootaloo’s hip, he pushed forwards, pulling her towards him at the same time. In one firm stroke, he hilted himself inside her, hissing as he sheathed himself in her tight confines, while the girl gasped as his girth speared into her roughly. The two of them waited for a moment, both revelling in the sudden heat and pressure, every slight twitch or contraction adding to the nebulous pleasure they were experiencing.
Pulling out of her was hard, and not just because Rumble wanted to stay ensconced in Scootaloo’s cunny; the athletic girl gripped his tool involuntarily, her passage clutching vice-tight around him as he tried to extract himself. The pressure only made him more determined, every inch a tactile reward as she squeezed and rubbed along his cockflesh. By the time he’d pulled out, only his head remaining inside, he was panting, vivid tingles running along his pole from the short journey.
Scootaloo was faring no better, the purple-haired teen biting her lower lip with enough force to leave teeth marks. Her constant workout regimen had made her taut and tightened her muscles, and burned away most of the fat from her body. While that came at the expense of an impressive chest - a problem that the curvy Sweetie Belle didn’t have - it did make her tighter where it counted, and that made times like this worth it, a blessing she was too busy enjoying to consciously appreciate.
The roll of the boy’s hips shoved his schlong deep into her, forcing its way through her canal and practically pushing the breath out of her lungs. Scoots grunted in a very unfeminine way as Rumble’s balls slapped against her hood, his hips pressed against her ass once more, and drew in another in the form of a gasp as her partner pulled back, slowly building up a sustainable rhythm. The slow, deep penetration was him testing the waters, finding the right speed and depth to maximise the pleasure for both of them. Luckily, it seemed like the girl had a simple taste; as hard and fast as he could manage, if her reactions were anything to go by.
Rumble complied.
Rough, rapid slaps soon filled the room, a rhythmic bass to their melody of whines and pants and groans. The boy’s hips were a blur as they rocketed backwards and forwards, railing into Scootaloo’s firm rear mercilessly. His grip was tight against her waist, the strength of his fingers depressing her skin and adding a consistent sensation to the quick stretching that his thrusts offered her, her body growing hot wherever he came into contact with her.
At some point, Rumble reached forward and wrapped his hands around the girl’s wrists. Before she could figure out what he was doing, the boy yanked her arms back, pulling them towards him so that they were parallel to her back, and forcing her to support herself with her core muscles. She gritted her teeth and clenched down, immediately feeling her walls tighten around his cock and send a burst of pleasure through her. She cried out, arching her back and struggling to stay up, with the man using her arms to pull her into his thrusts and keep her balance for her.
It didn’t take either of the teens long to peak. Rumble, already built up from his romp with Apple Bloom, ploughed the lithe girl until he spilled his load, hissing as his balls clenched, his shaft pulsed, and the heat rushed in a tidal wave out of his cumslit. Hilting in the girl, he let go of her arms and reached around to seek out her breasts, his fumbling fingers finding one of her buds. With a pinch and a twist, he brought her to a squealing climax, the youthful athlete supporting herself with one hand while the other sought out her clit. The two of them shuddered their way through their orgasms, huddled into one another.
“Fuuucckkk,” Scootaloo whimpered, cooing as Rumble leaned forward and nipped at her neck, his hand running through her sweaty hair. He remained suctioned to her crotch, his shaft pulsing sporadically and weakly as the aftershocks of his climax ran through him. The purple-haired teen could feel every twitch his member made, every soft shift from his body as her oversensitive nerves reeled from the momentous high. As he pulled out, Rumble bit down on Scootaloo’s earlobe, hard enough to cross the line into pain, and tugging it back with him. The twin sensations of him sliding from her cum-drenched, nerve frazzled, pleasure saturated canal and the sharp dig into her ear made the girl’s toes curl, and she let out an uncharacteristically feminine whine as his glans slipped from her cunt.
“Got you back,” the boy whispered to her, smirking and planting a tender kiss to the back of her head. He breathed in deeply, inhaling her sweaty scent. He’d made her like this; her exhaustion was his doing. That thought stoked the dying embers of his lust, and his drooping dick twitched as he kept his face pressed against her damp hair.
“Knock it out, or I’ll want to go again,” she told him, barely convincing herself that she wanted to avoid that. Rumble chuckled and pulled back, resting on his legs. Taking a deep breath, he looked around the room, catching view of Apple Bloom standing above him. She looked down at him with a toothy grin, and gestured for him to get out of the way. Standing up, Rumble took a step back, allowing the redhead to swoop down and grasp the still-recovering Scootaloo’s prosterior in her rough hands.
“My go,” the country girl announced, spanking the athlete’s slightly-reddened cheeks. Scoootaloo squealed and tried to get up, but the shapely farmer countered her by hooking her arms under Scootaloo’s thighs and hoisting her lower half into the air, forcing the purple-haired teen to hold herself off the floor with her hands, her eyes wide as Apple Bloom squatted down, feet planted firmly and legs spread, and began her feast.
“A-Apple Bloom!” Scootaloo objected, gasping and writhing in her stronger friend’s grasp. “S-stop, I’m s-sensitive back there, ah-!” The other girl flatly ignored her, swiping her tongue up and down the girl’s gaping and well used pussy. There was no easing into it, no subtlety, just a down-to-business tongue lashing. The only male in the room looked on with a pleasant surprise, both shocked and aroused by the sight.
“I hope you haven’t forgotten about me,” came a voice from behind, breaking Rumble’s trance. He turned away from the spectacle in front of him to look over his shoulder, and was greeted with just as glorious a sight. Sweetie Belle was laying on her side, a hand draped over her waist, and her meticulously kept hair flowing over her shoulder to give her the image of a goddess. Her figure was perfect, her eyes, her expression, her tone - it couldn’t be faulted.
“How could I forget about you?” Rumble asked, his words automatic. It wasn’t a lie, far from it, but he didn’t need to put any conscious thought into what he said. It brought a twinge of a smile to the corners of her mouth.
“I’ve seen how rough you’ve been with the other two,” the girl continued, propping herself up gracefully on one arm. Her chin rested in the palm of her hand, and she gazed at him hypnotically. Her eyes seemed to sparkle like crystal. “I’m fragile, and I might break if we do something like that. It might hurt me.”
“I won’t ever hurt you,” the boy swore, stepping closer to her. “I promise. I never want to hurt you.” His surroundings were irrelevant, and he became oblivious to everything that wasn’t Sweetie Belle.
“What if I want you to hurt me?” she asked demurely, blinking twice in quick succession. That brought Rumble pause, and he half-opened his mouth. It took him a few seconds to figure out a response.
“Do…do you want me to hurt you?” he asked, uncertain of her intentions and of his own desires. Her answer was a noncommittal smile and a slight tilt of the head. She slowly rubbed her calves together, her movements always slight and gradual, just enough to draw attention to how smooth, soft and pale her skin looked.
His staff lurched to full turgidity, stiffening to a hardness that he shouldn’t have been able to manage so quickly after two colossal orgasms. It was a very confused boner, but there was no denying that it was hard enough to mine ore and drill diamonds. The gorgeous girl’s gaze fell on his pride, and she smiled broadly, content with the effect she’d had on him.
“I’m happy that you like me that way.” Sweetie brushed her bubblegum hair over a shoulder and slowly sat up, never breaking eye contact. “I know you want me, Rumble. I can see it.” She breathed in softly and closed her eyes, her smile widening. “I can smell it.” The boy felt himself starting to sweat, and wondered if it was possible for a man to die from erectile overdose. The object of his wonderful torture opened her eyes once more and fixed him with a sultry gaze. “I want you too. I want you so badly. I want you to make love to me, Rumble. Softly…gently…passionately…” She leaned back ever so slightly and beckoned him with a ‘come hither’ gesture, her eyes half lidded.
That was all he could take. The boy obeyed without question, striding over to her and dropping down to his knees in front of her. Swallowing, he wrapped one arm behind her back and pressed a palm to her waist. She was indescribably soft. She must’ve bathed in skin care products, because there was not a blemish nor a fault that he could feel as his hands wandered across her body. She was like an embodiment of physical feminine perfection; demure, glowing, supple, and tender. He had to fight back a groan as his skin made contact with hers, feeling how calloused and coarse he was purely from the comparison. He could feel a heat spreading up his body from where he touched her, her divinity inflaming a passion in him. Carefully, he guided her down onto the pillows, taking his place between her legs and struggling to fight his mounting desire to fall asleep in her arms, as comforting and inviting as she looked.
“Let me help,” Sweetie whispered into his ear, her palm gliding down his thigh and leaving a path of desire along her route, her touch practically reddening his skin with arousal. Rumble fought to suppress his shivers of delight, succeeding up until she brushed against his manhood. Grasping it with a feather-light dexterity, she guided him forward, his tip grazing delicately across her lips. If he thought her hands were hot, then that made her loins absolutely scolding. The athlete exhaled a long, groaning breath as his swollen glans eased it was way between her walls, his shaft following in a single, smooth motion. All the while, the girl watched his expression intently.
“Oh fuck,” the navy-haired teen groaned, his cock hugged from all sides by the silky passage of his partner. It was the comfiest vagina he’d ever had the pleasure of being inside, and he wondered if he’d last long at all. Just sliding in had been a deliciously spine-tingling experience, every inch providing a barrage of delight as his cockflesh was smothered and caressed from every angle. By the time he’d fully enveloped his shaft in her folds, he was sweating, his cock even more tumescent than it’d had been when he first began his slow descent into her hot, heavenly envelopment. Had she smothered herself with an aphrodisiac without him noticing? It seemed entirely plausible.
“You’re so thick,” Sweetie whimpered, her hot breath blowing teasingly across his ear. “I can feel you throbbing inside me. Do I make you feel that good, Rumble?” The boy’s shaft pulsed in time to his heartbeat, twitching as though impatient at the lack of motion, the subtle movements not even offering an iota of satisfaction. In truth, he was torn between savouring the gloriously blissful sensation of her cunny, and humping away like an enthused virgin.
After what felt like minutes, but must’ve only been around ten seconds, the boy pulled back cautiously, testing to see how it felt. Immediately, the heat and the tightness intensified, the gentle friction persisting as he withdrew to the very tip. Her walls clung to him, massaging every square inch of his cock as he slid out of her, the bumps and ridges igniting the nerves in his dick. The journey of six or seven inches left him sensitive, slick, and panting, his heart beating like a drum in his chest.
“Too much for you?” Sweetie asked, stroking his chest and batting her eyes slowly. Even though her tone was caring and concerned, and her expression exuded compassion, her words carried her true meaning. She was pushing him, and it was having the desired effect. He felt his libido bubble hotly, rising up inside him, and he leaned in closer to the girl. He wasn’t about to capitulate, especially not when she was inviting him to…to what? Make love? Fuck her? She was being purposefully obtuse about her intentions. Rumble didn’t know how to react, and that irritated him, a pernicious prickle creeping its way along his jaw.
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” he replied, locking eyes with her. In that moment, her expression changed, if only subtly. She knew that he’d got back into his confident headspace, that he’d push past his limits and show her his true colours, even if she was goading him playfully. A flutter of a smile made its way across her mouth, and she ran the tip of her tongue across her lips.
“It can’t be too much with you,” she answered, biting her bottom lip. “I trust you, Rumble. I know you’ll make me feel good. I know you’ll treat me well, and give me what I deserve.” She touched her forehead to his, their noses bumping together softly.
With a steady push of his hips, the athlete sheathed his cock in the girl, watching her expression keenly. Her eyes widened a little from the quicker, stronger penetration, his girth spreading her walls and stuffing her full. She let out a whimpering whine as the boy gyrated his loins against hers, grinding their crotches together in an attempt to thrust as deep as possible into her snatch. As he grinded against her, his glans pioneered deep inside her, seeking out the wonders of her cove.
“More?” he whispered to her, receiving an enthusiastic, jerky nod. Smiling at her low whimpering and softly wiggling hips, the teenage stud set a soft, calculated pace, rolling his hips against her, and ensnaring the beauty in a kiss while he moved. She moaned into his mouth every time he slid into her, brushing against her g-spot delicately. Her grip told him that she approved.
Rumble kept his movements steady and smooth, feeding Sweetie’s lustful hunger in persistent, undulating strokes, guided by her swivelling hips and approving murmurs. They stayed lip-locked as he pistoned tenderly into her sweltering depths, feeling his tool grow hotter as it slid along her clenching walls, the squeezes and bumps sending pleasant thrills along his member. Pinpricks tickled at the most sensitive parts of his manhood as they lost themselves in the reverie of their lovemaking, basking in the seemingly neverending glow interspersed by peaks and pangs of heightened pleasure.
Minutes passed, the two moving in tandem in their unbroken rhythm. The man’s shaft was glowing with pleasure, very much at home in the gorgeous girl’s velvety depths. Her tender squeezing and rubbing kept him in a constant state of pleasure, so much so that he didn’t feel the rising swell of his orgasm until he was nearing the peak. Pulling away from her grasp, the man slid out of her tight tunnel, the girl groaning in displeasure and disappointment as he removed his schlong from her quivering quim. Slowly, the boiling, bubbling pressure in his balls bated, and the lad stroked at Sweetie’s trim tummy.
“Why did you stop?” the girl pined, pouting cutely at him. Rumble half-smiled at her, stroking along her flat stomach tenderly.
“Sorry, I was getting close, and I have something else I want to do before we finish.” Before her inquisitive gaze could become a verbal question, the athletic teen shifted up onto his knees and straddled her torso, adjusting his position so that his flushed, engorged prick could rest between Sweetie’s cleavage. That earned Sweetie’s approval, and she smiled knowingly at him.
“Always wanted to try this, did you?” she asked, giggling softly. Rumble let out a small chuckle, the barest hint of a blush rising on his cheeks.
“Kinda,” he admitted. “Never had the chance with my exes, and…” He hesitated, stopping himself short. His partner wasn’t having any of it, and regarded him with cute, interested eyes.
“Annnddd…?” she prompted.
“And…and you’ve got the best tits I’ve ever seen.” The boy’s blush brightened just a tad. “They’re perfectly proportioned, they look incredibly soft, and I really, really wanna finish off by spilling a load over them.” That earned a wider, knowing smirk from Sweetie.
“Go ahead,” she welcomed him, reaching up and grasping her mounds, squeezing them playfully. From the way her fingers sank into the flesh and her boobs spilled between her fingers, Rumble could tell that they were implausibly soft. When she enveloped his dick with them, he felt first hand just how pliable and cushiony they were. When he began to move, he could feel how they wobbled, the girl’s clutching barely constraining them.
Already on the edge before, the itching in his balls returned very quickly, only a few thrusts in. Sandwiched in the valley of her cleavage, there was no escape from the delightful envelopment. His member was snuggled warmly between the smoothest flesh he’d ever felt, as soft and pliant as foam but as tactilely comforting as silk. It was a shame that he couldn’t stay there all day, humping his concrete-hard cock between her d cups and receiving a massage unlike any he’d ever had before.
Barely a minute into the titjob, the boy hissed and spilled over the edge, letting his head roll back and gritting his teeth as the boiling heat concentrating in his lower body bubbled over. He let it come gladly, the rush flowing through his dick and shooting out the end, straight across Sweetie Belle’s chin and neck. The spurts weren’t nearly as voluminous as before, the shots depositing a few teaspoonfuls of watery seed across the white girl’s throat and chest. One of the pulses came when he’d pulled back, and when he thrusted forward, he found his ejaculate lubricating his journey.
“Damn,” he muttered after his jerking, throbbing shaft stopped leaking. Sweetie’s torso was decently decorated with his nectar. If he’d started with her, the girl would’ve been well and truly marked as his. That thought made his balls clench a little harder, pushing out one last dribble of semen.
“You seem to have enjoyed yourself,” the beauty commented as she released her hold on her tits, allowing the two pillows to succumb to gravity and diffuse back against her chest. The inside flesh was glistening from his efforts, painted in a clear varnish. “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”
“Yeah,” Rumble replied readily, his dick burning hot from exertion, lust, and the sheer amount of bloodflow necessary to maintain the erection that the girls had given him. “I love you.” He did a double-take, his erection starting to wilt as the blood was redirected to his face. “I-I mean, I loved it. It was great.” His awkward reaction only made the bubblegum-haired girl smile and giggle, her fingers sliding up and down the watery gift he’d generously given her.
“I’m glad,” she replied. “It was great for me too.” The boy didn’t know what to say to that, so he nodded and smiled. After a few seconds passed, a thought came to mind.
“Hey, you didn’t cum, did you?” At the shake of her head, he frowned. “I want you to.”
“Don’t worry about me,” she assured him, absentmindedly spreading her fingers over and over to feel the spunk on them create strings. “Today was about you.”
“That’s what we do here,” Scootaloo commented from behind him, coming over to sit beside Sweetie. Rumble glanced at her in surprise, suddenly remembering the presence of the other girls. “We set the club up to tutor people on this sort of stuff, and we can’t expect to cum every time we get down and dirty.” Having said her piece, she stuck her face between Sweetie’s sweet titties and lapped away, earning a soft moan from her friend.
“We’re all about teachin’, learnin’, and bein’ in the spirit of fairness,” Apple Bloom added, slipping an arm around Rumble’s shoulders. “This time, we drain your nuts dry, an’ next time, ya fuck us into a coma. Ain’t none of us keepin’ tally. It’s just fun, especially if it’s trying ta teach ya somethin’.”
“Yeah,” Scootaloo agreed, raising her face from Sweetie’s bosom to add to the conversation. She was smeared with his honey, her dirtied face suiting her perfectly, somehow. “Next time, we can treat Sweetie, and show you how to make her squirm properly.” She flashed a grin, and then returned her mouth to a nipple, latching on and sucking audibly.
“That’s if ya come back,” Apple Bloom hinted, fixing him with a prompting gaze. The athlete gave a long, slow nod, which earned an approving smile from the farmer.
“I can’t say ‘no’ after today,” he laughed, brushing back his hair. He was sweaty and hot, and yawned as his adrenaline started to fade from his system. “So, girls, I’m pretty shot, and it’s a wasteland out there.” He gestured towards the window, the snow still battering the glass. “Can we stay here and nap?”
“I call dibs on the big small spoon,” Sweetie announced, earning a couple of chuckles. Rumble grabbed a knitted blanket - one of Granny Smith’s creations, he figured - and lay down, draping it over the four of them. To his right, Apple Bloom and Sweetie snuggled up to him, the farmer holding the feminine heartthrob tenderly. To his left, Scootaloo leant her head on his arm, which he wrapped around her, and rested her hand on his chest, idly playing with his firm, sculpted pectorals.
“Thanks for putting up with me,” he told the girls when they’d settled in. “I’m sorry it took me so long to agree to come. I guess I owe the fellas an apology.”
“You owe me an apology too,” the purple haired girl complained. “You’ve been denying me that dick for so long.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m sorry,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “But seriously…this was fun. I want to do it more often.” The others agreed, their happy murmurs of assent fading away to a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft buffeting of the snowstorm outside. Outside, it was cold and windy. Inside, it was warm and comfortable. Rumble knew he was in the right place. Turning his head to face Scootaloo, he found her looking at him through lidded eyes. It was odd to see her looking so cute, and so tender. Without a word, he planted a single, soft kiss on her forehead, seeing her smile as she closed her eyes fully. Looking back up at the ceiling as the soft breathing settled in around him, Rumble joined her, feeling sleep coaxing him towards it.
It turned out that there were worse places to be than in the company of three cute teenagers. What a fool he’d been. He’d never make that mistake again. Never.
