The Littler, Now Bigger, Hornier Sister

~ II ~

Playtime Changes with Age

Tight. Darkness illuminated only with a towering line of light. Bound folds covered with fur. Blurs composing the outside world. One second barely seeing the far-reaching lands comprised of wood. Seconds later, feeling the surronding mass holding her begin to sway, the structure of silly starting to move.

Applejack was reclining back like one would do on a beanbag. Unable to move due to muscles done sore. Every breath drunk in contained a fraction of oxygen. The rest was heat and moisture and the tasting of pussy.

Though, that wasn't her fate just yet.

The towering cunny of her sister crushed over her form and swallowed her smallness into its snatch. Those lips parted on her collection but tightly bound upon their swallowing. The lips were heavy, at least to the one behind them, the feeling being of a fleshy cell. One could still gaze out from the cunny of the little sister to the blurred-slit of the outside world. But seeing its scale and size move at the speeds of another giant rendered everything either one big light or blur. Nothing could be dared to be made out.

Applejack was faintly aware of the sways to the monolithic hips somewhere above. Her prison of wet, velvet flesh seemed to rock in the direction of the thunderous steps creaking against wood. Longer strides taking the little one for a rise.

There wasn't anything Applejack could so while she laid back. The narrowed chamber rose ever upward to a ceiling she didn't dare to gaze upon. The lips of the folds were dense and rubbing on either side a foot away. The cunny of her sister was the only thing nearly too small to house the tiny mare.

And there was always that fear in what lurked behind her. The winking of a hole reminding Applejack of a vault back in Canterlot. It opened and closed, releasing warm air while it did so. She was sweating from the temperature. Forced to drink upon the musky fragrance filling her lungs with something other than oxygen.

If this was truly a game to Applebloom—then she won. Going backward and deeper inside her body would net no victory. Trying to leave would be a fall ending in red. Applejack was forced to go to the whims of her sister, forced to endure the long sways of her narrow hips, lodged within the small cunny of which there was no mistake.

She simply laid back at the entrance, feeling the warm hole behind her, and how it left through the slit in front of her. Closing her eyes while sweat raced on either side of them, she breathed in one mighty breath and let herself exhale.

All without knowing of the hoof reaching down to in-between her legs.

Applebloom walked with a shuffle in her back legs. It wasn't a stumble intended but rather snagged upon her. There was... certain delight in keeping her smaller sister wedged within the depths of her tush. The beating of little hooves against her squish lighting different tingles up her spine. Different kinds of pleasure upon clenching her flanks—snuffing and stuffing the tiny deeper within her rear.

There was a kind of power to it.

One delicious to drink.

But now she was lodged in her special place. The one further beneath her tail and flanks, the part of her body she never thought much about. Until recently. When the nights became warmer and the place between her legs boiled with not quite water. It teased her in those same different ways.

Maybe there was a connection to them?

Applebloom ascended the stairs to the second floor and did her best to not outright scream upon doing so. The little package nestled within her little pocket started to roll around. The skin there was deadly sensitive. It broke quivers through her knees and the tumbling together of her lips. Something so overwhelming good threatened to break out from her body, welling behind some kind of tortuous dam.

Release of the kind, however, was always scary to her mind.

But it was harder to walk with Applejack rolling around back there, beating against the shallow interior before the entrance, grappling onto things nearly collapsing her own legs. She even swayed her behind into a wall, softly, hoping that would get the one within to knock it off.

It was a miracle she even reached her room without breaking into a sound. The sways of her rump were longer and slower now to suppress the pleasant biting coming in slow burns from her special place. Applebloom made sure to lock the door with a swipe of her tail before heading to the bed, more than happy to release her prisoner upon it.

She came to the head of the bed and backed her flanks against the raised pillow, the headboard creaking upon taking her weight while she leaned back. Her legs spread and her thighs did the same. One arena crafted in-between.

Applebloom looked down at her body, not knowing why it felt so hot, why sweat was darkening her furs, or her thing seemed to quiver with goodness. Both of her hooves went to tend to the soft, crossing over the wild bush of vines rich with wine—settling on the strange arched hills set on either side of her lips.

And then she spread them.

Out from their depths, an inch of orange slipped out.

It was hard not to laugh as the tiny mare came out slowly. The parting of her lips saw first to a hoof shooting out—then another. Both weakly pressed on her folds—an iota of a tickle—before the front of her body emerge. Something was oddly sweet about seeing Aj come out from such a place, fighting to leave there.

Applebloom didn't mean to, but the sudden thrust of her hips came anyway, tumbling out the little one. Her fall was short, and the landing soft. Speck of orange against a sea of white. Flanked by chubby cliffs of canary risen from the waters. Everything so utterly massive keeping the speck in the arena set before her giant crotch.

She didn't know why—but she was panting. Applejack breathed and exhaled heavily to undulate the heat brimming within her body. Steam billowed beneath her skin, unable to find release. Sweat seemed composed of dense swirls of the stuff. And sweating more of them was what the filly desired most.

“H-Hey ya, sis...” Applebloom could hardly make out the face trapped in by her curled thighs, though sure, from the blur, anger was what brightened its colour. “S-Sorry 'bout before. Didn't w-want anypony else finding ya like that.”

Applejack seemed to growled from below, her head tilting back, chest puffing out, the scream of her voice required perked ears for it to be heard. “So ya sat on me?! Kept me in places where a mare—much less a sister—don't belong?!”

“I-I didn't do it on purpose! Ya gotta believe me on that one, sis!” Something was swirling beneath Applebloom's chest. She'd been yelled at before and usually for a good cause. One she'd see after sleeping on it for a few nights or two. “Just that... some c-changes have been happenin' to me lately. Not ones I can't seem to make any sense of!”

“So ya think that excuses it, do you?” The dot of tangerine strode across the streets, feeling powerful to the eyes, strong and commanding still... though the surrounding pudge of thighs blanketing around it dwindled the once unquestionable authority. “Good reasons don't excuse bad actions! We've been through this a million times before!”

The tiny mare struck a hoof into the thickest swell of one of Applebloom's mounds and, what was supposed to be a hold of power—the structure of filly only sucked in. Without even meaning to fight back, her the power of her now giant body did so for her, jiggling so little as the smaller sister fell face-first into the spot.

The contact feeling so good.

“And maybe I wouldn't need ta to those bad things you were around more!” It wasn't her acting anymore. Something within her monolithic body pulled the strings to her limbs. Heated and angry and sad and confused. The filly's mind was set on expressing while her body acted to its own cravings. “Not like I have anyone else in this house I can go to! None of the other girls seem to have a clue when I talk about how hot it's getting! And all you mares are so busy with each other!”

Applebloom loved it. The distant sister now forced against her most personal of places. Kept there by the pressure of her own hoof, rubbed in slow circles, smothering the little body into the impressible field of fuzz. Little tingles of pleasure connecting into the place between her lips. Pleasure for all the pain while the little one was away.

“And I'm... I'm tired of it now... a-all you moving on... n-never lookin' back for us.” Applebloom shook her head and suppressed the biting of tears. It wouldn't be the kind of night. This would be the triumph over it. “Too busy playing with Rainbow to take a second for me. That ain't' gonna happen no more. You'll be spending tonight playing with me.”

But something caught her. The last spark of reason that small one rubbed against her crotch was her sister. Bigger no longer for she couldn't stop her thighs from beating her against such a place. But it was still a pony she loved. The one she loved most of all. One she feared didn't feel the same level back toward.

With a sigh wavering with steam, the filly tilted the hoof against the bottom of the mare, feeling strange delight in the tiny tush wobbling against the edge of her hoof. Though she could barely feel it, the warm dough of orange welled against her sole, plump and delicious, something the furs of her coat desired to play more with.

That was reason enough to lift the little one. Raising her limp body to her muzzle, she quizzically peered down at the mare splayed back on her hoof. For some reason, Applejack laid her head to the side, panting desperately, tongue lolled out. Her thighs were done the same as the rest of her body. Little crop of orange fuzz draped over tiny mounds.

“What's this? Seems like your special place is gettin' excited now too.” She raised and sent the edge of her other hoof to play with the spot. A fraction of its mass rubbed against the minuscule slit, splitting it with ease, flicking in place. “Whoa now! You're even rocking against me! This must be something you like, huh?”

The wriggly mare plopped away from the hoof blanketing her crotch. Applejack's minuscule face looked so cute on the surrounding patch of peach fuzz. She looked almost like she did on that hill. Only now it was made of the underside of Bloom's hoof.

“D-Don't... p-play with me like that,” Applejack whimpered the words out, lucky for them to be heard by pert ears. “W-What you're doin' now... it's a different kind of playtime... s-something only older mares are supposed to do.”

“Like you and Rainbow, right? Big Mac was tellin' me you'd skip out on all this kind of fun before.” Bloom grinned as she went back to stroking that spot between Applejack's legs. Even though her itty-bitty hooves beat against it, the rest of her body, however, rocked along with the movement. “And I bet Rainbow hasn't been able to give it to you like this before. Ya know this was the only reason why Mac was okay with you kicking work so easily? All so you could enjoy yourself like this?”

“I... ain't enjoyin' myself.”

Applebloom giggled. “From the way your little thighs are hugging my hoof, I don't think that's true, once big sister.” She snickered as power blossomed within her belly, it seeping ever downward. “I guess this is the only kind of playtime mares enjoy as they get older. The reason why you hang around Rainbow so much. Why you're allowed to do so too.”

“It—“ Applejack flicked her hips into the edge of the hoof while the rest of her body clung to it “—ain't the only reason.”

“That so? Cause it always feels like it's an obligation for you to spend time with me.” Applebloom stopped her hoof... but didn't pull it away. What would the desperate mare do? Exactly as Bloom though: start flicking her hips and humping the hoof. “But now you're throwing yourself against me! Guess all that means is our old playtime isn't good enough, huh?”

“N-No! Things are rarely so simple!” Applejack cried as she continued rocking her crotch over the rolling cliff-side of flesh. Her tiny expression looked so bound in pain. obviously, she wasn't receiving the same satisfaction. “Ain't that I don't like spending time with you.”

“Trust me. I know, sis.” Applebloom resumed flicking her hoof in place and bringing the much-needed pressure and vibration to the smaller mare. Her body released the hoof and laid back, taking in what it craved. “Once I learn about this new kind of playtime that you seem to enjoy so much—the more time we can spend together. Time both of us will enjoy!”

“B-Bloom! You know that ain't—“

“Right? The smaller sister doesn't make the rules last time I reckoned.” Applebloom pulled her hoof away, leaving the shrunken sister turned on her side, a panting mess. Her doughy flanks of honey glisten with sweat. Bloom didn't know why their sight then sparked jealousy. “If you hadn't been so busy all the time, then maybe ya could have helped me with... whatever is going on with me. But now? I'm the bigger sister. That means I'm calling the shots.”

Applebloom lowered the platform holding her sister down the expanse of her front, pushing out her rump while she did so, ensuring both flanks were on display. Maybe they were nothing compared to the developed ones of her sister. But at least they could encompass the entire mare with room to spare.

“I've been feeling so hot lately... and you're going to help me figure out a way to make all these horrible feelings go away.” Bloomed watched the shrinking speck rise on her hoof, that was, before holding it inches from her bottom. “Now that you're tiny, it'll be you teaching me about all these weird feelings! Like how you should have already done!”

Bloom was glad to pick up a faint squeak from between her legs. “And what if I don't?”

“Then you'll go where all bad fillies go.” Applebloom grinned as she pushed her bottom out more. Her pussy lifted out of the way to reveal the full mass of her ballooned cheeks. Her other hoof snaked against the crevice separating them. Depths of the warm and creamy tunnel revealed once more. “You'll go on 'time-out' inside my rump. Don't think it'll be easier getting out of there this time. Especiallywhen I'm trying to keep you in there.”

Applejack barely stood on the round platform of lemon fuzz, the dam composed of wobbly flanks setting the horizon, the edge of monolithic hoof exposing a deeper divide between them. Her own thighs burned of lingering juices never gushing out in a state of apex. Brought so close—but sanity retained.

But escape wouldn't be possible tonight.

Much less confined within that tush again.

“I... alright.” Applejack bowed her head as there simply was no other way to beat this. Half of her was wounded from having wounded her sister with negligence. A quarter knew it needed to appease the giant threat; the other quarter craved to satisfy the massive filly. “I suppose you ain't leaving me with much of a choice now, are you? Still thought you had a few years until the heat got to you too.”

From somewhere above rained down booms of laughter. “So you'll teach me then?”

“Guess, as your sister, I'm bound to show ya a thing or two.” Applejack shook her head. Gazing over the towering lips of the sex above, past the red bush and the rushing, curving landscape of yellow—she stared at the distant, blurry face of the giant in the sky. “But you quit it with this forcing around stuff, ya hear? Ya should know you're doing things you shouldn't be.”

That massive head leaned to the left. “And when you're alone all the time, you don't care about those kinds of things.”

Had certain morals skipped a generation? Applejack inhaled a deep breath as the hoof inched toward the entrance of the parted cheeks. Enough of a gap created to appear like a tunnel spanning into the depths of the tush. “B-But wait now! Everything we try goes on in the bath! Makes things little easier, swimming around.”

The hoof ceased moving toward the opening in the rumps, brought in close enough for the above crotch to become a ceiling, barring sight to anything beyond it. She was directly underneath the filly now. Baked in the heat the surrounding thighs and other such softness so effortlessly exhaled.

“Suppose being in a bath would cool me down a bit... been a while since we shared a tub, huh?” The filly seemed to giggle at the childhood memory as her frame froze for a second. After that, however, it quickly resumed life. “Of course I can't chance Mac finding you on the way there. Since I don't quite trust you yet.”

Applejack didn't have time to scream as the hoof launched forward into the opening of the rump, firmly wedging her body into the cheeks, applying force and slipping her inside. The tiny mare found her legs beating into the thick swells of the globes, unable to find any footing, every attempt sinking into the flanks.

It was beyond humiliating for her body to be wound like this. Once more the collapsing walls of sunny tush surrounded Applejack's body while her head thrashed about within a tight pocket within. She could feel the bottom push forward against the sheets while the mass above leaned the same, coming to peek at the sight that would only flutter her heart more.

“My rump was able to house you before! But... it seems yours is a little too big to fit.” The giggles boomed and resulted in soft flesh jiggling around, lightly beating into Applejack's body. “How does it feel to have the smaller butt, Applejack? Bet you never thought I'd beat you there, huh? But time to get you in there nice and tight.”

Applejack felt the broad surface of the hoof cool her back with its shadow alone. Something light but immense backed against her rear, cupping her doughy flanks without realizing it, applying a pressure they so desperately craved. But before anything could come from it, however, they pushed in on her ass—sending her deep into the one spanning all around her.