The Littler, Now Bigger, Hornier Sister

~ IV ~

Two Sisters in One

Applejack didn't pay any care beyond her work. Of her minuscule orange body clinging to the boulder now rendered a fuzzy clit. How, over its surface, sprawled lands of belly, softness crossing into hardness, the titanic frame capped by the monolithic head of the filly. She leaned to the side, tongue dolled out. Pleasure had never struck her quite like this before.

“Mmhmm... keep on going like that... s-sister.” The poor filly was so drunk on euphoria that being properly cogent was just a distant dream. She rode out the highs dished from her invisible lover. Or rather just the one that couldn't be seen. “Clinging so nicely to that special place... heheheh... can't say I've felt like this before.”

Applejack was equally as drunk as her muzzle and lips and teeth and tongue found work in nuzzling and kissing and biting and licking the fur-covered orb utterly bundled in sensitivity. It quivered in place. Low vibrations that rocked through the titanic body. It raised the pudgy thighs made out of clay from the water; it twisted the spine to shake the bathwater.

The tiny mare deepened her kiss with a spot on the squishy sphere before puling an inch away. Strands of her mane fell over her eyes once more, causing her to giggle as she swept them away, attempting to gaze up. Nothing could be seen over the hood. Only the rising of the thighs nestled on either side of her frame.

Below was a different treat.

The fuzzy lips of the slicing slit parted ever so slightly, widening by themselves, warms gales blowing out from below. The temperature rose along with the richly thick fragrance of the innermost musk of a filly. Sweet though weighed with a heaviness. It beckoned one to fall.

Applebloom gazed over the expanse of her heaving chest and sinking belly, barely able to see over her crotch to the tiny attached to it. She tried pulling her tongue back into her mouth—only for it to keep falling out from the miniature explosions of moans. More of that wonderful contacted was needed.

And it was needed now.

Applejack saw the shadow that passed over her and, by the time she gazed over her shoulder only saw the darkened wall of the giant hoof. It hovered in the air before pushing in, claiming the whole of her frame against an inch of its sole—using it all to rub her special place.

“Now that's it! That's how you were m-making me feel so good!” Applebloom giggled in moanful laughter as her hoof stroked circles over her clit, using the limp body of her sister for added pleasure. Knowing her face and barrel was crushed against such a sensitive spot—done only to please. “And you're still doing that. B-But now... mmhmmm!... I can make it feel so much better.”

Applejack couldn't do anything as her body went limp. The force of the hoof crushed her softly against the quivering orb. Moans echoed in the distance, short and squeaky, a filly just learning to bring herself to pleasure. She was also learning something else. An element the smaller mare hoped it would take her longer about.

“It... mmhmm... feels so much better using your body down there, sis.” She giggled drunken laughter to herself. “Knowing you're stuck down there, pinned by my hoof. Mmhmhm! Unable to do a thing while I work ya against that spot.”

What scared the tiny mare more, however, was how the hoof was starting to hover.

“But I promised I wouldn't mess with ya too much? L-Let you take care of pleasing me from down there.” Waterfalls splashed as the frame of the filly lifted, her rising head bloating out the light above. Her eyes set on the crotch which she rubbed—grinning at the sight. “But now that I've got this part down to pat... why don't you go lower?”

The hoof relented from Applejack's back, pulling mere inches, allowing her freedom. Her muzzle reared into the air as she drank in the air—still stinking of her sister. The support of the hoof was slipping from her hips, however, and by the time she realized... it was already too late.

Applejack cried as she fell in the space between hoof and clit, falling in-between the producing mounds of yellow curved well beyond her form. In-between the long, lemon lips had already parted—revealing the warm, moist, velvety interior of the giant cunny.

Her body flew in-between the towering folds, the light of the room darkened by the inside of the cunny—the lips closing behind her. Did they sense her presence? It didn't matter as she struck the back walls. They lathered her in slickness as she then slid down them. The thick air reminding Applejack of a sauna.

Then her body came to a pelt at the bottom of the sac-like area. Her body rose on the fleshy grounding, seeing the towering slit to her right, the opening to the world beyond. Golden light shone through. Through it, however, she could faintly make out legs sprawling off into the distance.

And then something dripped onto her hair.

Applejack paused. Lifting a hoof to her head, she collected the goo and brought ti before her muzzle. It was a slime bearing a familiarity. Warm and stinking of greatness. The whole place tightening, becoming cramp, welling with the stuff.

And then she looked behind her. The wall of flesh lowered into an opening. Vast, but not gigantic. It was one of the few things about her sister's body that was of the same size to the tiny mare. The entrance to her fragment tunnel. A vault no bigger than the doors to their house.

She giggled. Nearly laughing to herself. So this was the place of her sister where everything was of scale? Where the surroundings weren't comic, but rather, normal? Her hooves approached the gaping hole as the scent wafting outward had already hooked her snout. The inside of her sister's pussy, that tight and tiny tunnel... it was only there where the world shrunk enough to match her size.

“Gaaaah! S-Sis! I can feel you in there... I can feel you in my special place!” Applebloom's voice floated in from the opening of the slit, sure—but echoed far louder from all around. Rumbling the world of flesh and splattering vines of secretions with its tone alone. And she had no clue. “I-It was one thing to have you in my rump. But knowing you're in there now? Going inside of me? S-Something about that... feels so good!”

Applejack yelped as the ground suddenly blasted beneath her hooves, sending them all upward for a few seconds. Then it fell and the tiny mare came crashing down. She landed on her hooves but stumbled forward with the added moment—right into the open vault leading into the gaping tunnel of pussy.

“I can't tell exactly where you are right now... but the idea of you inside of me... I-I don't know, sis... but it really does feel good!” Thunderous splashing came from beyond the slit as the cave started to flick by itself. Nothing dangerous but enough for the one within to feel threatened. There were certain woes in the gigantic crotch being submerged underwater. “I want you to go deeper! All the way you can! I want to know my big sister Applejack is far inside of me that she may never get out! I want to feel that big, that power, that huge to you!”

It was the rocking of the titanic hips causing the final transition. All four orange hooves tumbling in forward through the gaping hole and stumbling inside the tunnel. The musk thickened while oxygen lessened. The racing of a heartbeat echoed in the distance, consistent, and growing in speed.

“Yeeeeeesssss! Exactly like that!” Applebloom's voice came from all around as it was impossible to track its source anymore. The poor mare kept walking into the tunnel, feeling the moist, spongy ground raise beneath her hooves. The towering slit of light having disappeared long ago. “My big ol' sis swallowed by my privates just like that! Mmhmhm! I can feel you walking in! Little tickles just beneath my belly! And it feeeeeeels sooooooo goooood!”

Every step resulted in a splash. Every foot covered meant the tunnel became tighter all around. The poor and tiny mare walked with her head lowered, mane slick and weighed to the ground, travelling deeper into the musky depths of her younger sister. She was drunk and led on by an aroma. Hoping to find her treat by reaching the end of the cave.

What she came to, however, travelling so deeply into the pussy of her sister was the ending to the cave. The walls had closed in at once point, gripping her in the middle, hugging and squeezing her form for pleasure—the whole cave rendered alive if only to devour.

She broke forward all the same. Even while the cunt hugged and clenched and squeezed, Applejack kept forward all the same. Moving forward, fighting against her confines, every push and strike drawing shudders across the monolithic frame that encased her. The body of the little filly shivering from all the little deeds she did from inside the giant cunny.

It was only in reaching its end did Applejack find her reward. Looking back was a fool's errand for it only showed the long length crossed to arrive deeper into her sister. She couldn't even make out the slit having swallowed her in the first place. Only the odd feeling of the giant hoof pressed against, it, rubbing up and down, make her surrounding wetter and tighter in response.

“You know you can't get out of me right now, right?” Applebloom moaned. The rubbing of her hoof echoed into the chamber with squeaks that were sweet. “It's doing something else to me knowing you're in there. That the always big sister is stuck inside of me. I-I know that everything is become harder for you in there every time I touch myself—but it feels too good!”

Applejack was bound by her arms pinned to her sides as the tunnel collapsed totally against her, though in this she continued to wiggle forward. The plump protrusion on the wall would be hers to claim. And she didn't care how much she had to fight against the hungry pussy set on devouring her to claim it.

Meanwhile, on the outside, the filly laid back in the bathtub blown away by the feeling resonated from her pussy. Applejack was in there. The mare she looked up to the most, strongest and wisest of them all... now tiny and shoved deep into her cunt.

All that power and character, good looks and southern charm, connections to others and countless other things... nothing more than a mere toy stuck deeply within her pussy. That those little folds locked her inside her most personal chamber. That her tiny tunnel held the small mare and would never let go.

And Bloom was aware of every little thing she was doing. One hoof working circles on her clit while the other rubbed up and down her slit, every stab of pleasure causing her insides to clench—capturing the tiny mare within in a vice grip.

There was power in doing this now. In knowing she was rubbing her pussy all over with a little one stuffed inside. That she was touching herself, masturbating, all with someone else inside of her. That everything little thing she did greatly affected the world within. And she continued for there was added pleasure in doing so.

“H-How does it feel to have me in charge?” Applebloom whispered to her belly, knowing, she'd be heard regardless. Lifting her hoof from her slit, she was set in rubbing circles over her belly, imagining exactly what she was rubbing over. “Stuffed inside of me and forced to take everything I do. I-I'm touching myself like such a bad filly... even though I know you have to bear it all.”

Applebloom flicked her hips out of the water as it splashed off her frame. She felt the pebble within fall deeper within her tunnel as her hoof pressed harder against her clit. Her flicks were quicker in milking the mind-numbing heated warmth rushing from between her legs.

And then the filly felt something that mattered more than having a sister tucked within her privates, or having her frame tucked between the small cheeks of her rump, not even when that knowledge made them feel bigger.

For so long, the filly felt jealous about her sister for many things, but not, she worried about such things no longer. For the mare reached deeply into her cunt, wedged so deep within her body, finding a spot that was a pleasant lick to the spine. And her tiny body with the greatness of the tush it bore then attacked that spot. Kissing and rolling and humping against it. Doing everything to bring the filly to the final throes of pleasure.

Applebloom arched her hips into the air as the dam of welling greatness finally cracked from the continuous contact. Knowing that the greatness of her sister, from her character to the greatness of her ass, was now only set in pleasing her body... that was enough, that choice finally made, to release the first orgasm in the younger girl's life.

It took a few seconds for the buttery-honey to come gushing out between the folds, trailing down from the spot and burning across the skin it touch, splattering into the pudge of the inner-thighs and dousing into the water below.

Then her hips came crashing down and doing the same. Only, however, after lying back, panting and grinning, laughing and giggling... nothing more came from her pussy. The filly leaned forward, slowly, gauging everything that had happened. She looked to her privates to see them dirty and thin white to be floating on the surface of her water.

But no sister.

That was, until, little tickles came from within. Bloom giggled as she stared at her crotch, coming to pat seconds later, loving the idea of the contacting knocking the within then backward. She loved the idea of her sister being trapped within. Forced to take in the full scale of her body. For them to be together in different capacities.

It took a while for Applebloom to get out of the water. She didn't bother taking out her sister, for, she would be safe inside her pussy for the time being. How could she keep Applejack inside her body for longer? Maybe wearing tight underwear would force her to keep inside her private places.

But the filly craved something with little possible escape that would bear even more humiliation than sleeping between her cheeks for a night. And before she walked out of the bathroom, however, she turned to the sink. More importantly, the answer that lurked in the cabinet beneath it.

Applejack didn't know when it had happened. Only that it did. When the warm and hugging walls clenched, then released over her form, slowly pushing her forward, coating her every fur in filly juice. In how in her vague vision the towering slit entered it from afar.

And how, in the next second, she was pushed out, falling, beating into the mattress of the bed once more. The underside of the golden and bubbly flanks greeted her once again. Despite their mass, however, she lost a fright for the butt looming before her.

Not when the building heat in her legs had yet to be released.

A hoof scooped her. It lifted her gently like a crowd does for a fallen hero. She was brought to the giant face of her younger sister, which looked so much bigger and brighter, something about its expression fundamentally changed.

The filly didn't even ask for permission. In parting her lips, Bloom slipped the younger mare in. Letting up to her chest sink in before wrapping her lips around the spot. They were immense, but at least they were soft. Only her head poking out from the spot.

Applejack went to fight... only for there to be none. Rather something slithered over her frame. Long and warm and moist and digging all over her belly. It swooped down and felt her flanks, their orange dough flattening out over the surface—taste buds presenting as pleasant bumps.

But then the tip of the tongue found its way in-between her legs, diving into her own slit, spreading it apart before covering the whole span. The filly then mumbled mere sound. The rumbling of the chamber passed through the limps and coursed through the mare—raising the pleasure building within her.

The lips suckled themselves as well. Applejack could barely lift her head to see the lips swelling out, passing over her frame, then pulling back, suckling on her body like a lollipop. The soft pressure was pleasant, and the coronations of being sucked on by a filly drove the mare to draw her final loud moan.

And then came the gushing of her own juices out from her pussy. It wasn't long but the actions itself meant a lot. The willingness to be to pleased by her younger sister, after having dived into her snatch and pleased its most sensitive part. She didn't need to give an answer for their deal for life continued all the same.

That was until the giant head of the filly started to tilt back.

There wasn't anything Applejack could do as she slid down the slide of the tongue, falling to the back of the throat—slipping over the edge. The filly leaned back her head while a hoof posed over the starting of her throat, closing in seconds later, following the lump of blond as it passed downward.

The hoof followed it and followed it until the lump disappeared past her chest, but its edge still traced the distance cross, that was, until feeling something squirted out into the chamber of her belly. It was completely empty due to the laxative taken just before. Along with something else to make the journey safer for the now little sister.

Applebloom licked her lips as her hoof drew circles over her belly, imagining the sister tucked away in her innermost parts now—unable to escape. She could feel the tickles. The little trotting around with nowhere to go. The sister completely trapped in her stomach.

And then she turned to her side, tired from such a long day, now sleeping in the same bed as her sister... just slightly different from before.