Chapters The Littler, Now Bigger, Hornier Sister
The Littler, Now Bigger, Hornier Sister B_25
Warm weather evoked warmer bodies. It’s the law of the world—for ponies and those daring to near them. Air transitioning to rich scents of pheromones and musk. Sweaty bodies and drenched flanks. Water was always present. Its form was what changed. Either you showered bathed in the liquids of your pores.
Those in love, or lust, with another enjoyed such times.
Those having none, felt the heat reminiscent hell .
Applejack turned and flopped, her back laying against the trunk of wood, nestling her rump in the thighs of the tree. Pointy grass tickled the furs there with fiery strokes. It took her head and wiggling her flanks to choke oxygen from the fire building.
She was also thirsty. But had come with a drink.
Applejack pushed up on the side of her hat, knocking it off as it flipped, falling to the ground. It landed on its top and exposed its interior. She peered over without leaving her recline. Too lazy of a day to do such a thing.
The brim condensed into a large chamber. Rich fragrance of luxurious shampoo lingered within the space. Left by her hair, she lowered her snout anyway, drinking in her own smell. So desperate to become drunk on the aroma of a mare. Rainbow Dash would love her like this. Applejack wasn’t submissive often.
Her orange hoof lazily dug into the hat, seeping out the vial lodged within it. She crashed it into the tuft chest, shaking her head, moaning at its frosty touch. It chilled her burning kin, cooled her heated fuzz; the respite slowly ceasing as the temperature of the medicine inside, a sludge of thick blueness, became heated by her body.
Applejack’s eyes swept shut and she laughed. The night they were going to have! Small and helpless in the grand sea of sheets once her bed. The giant mare sprawling outward bigger than any ship. Stuffed between those delightfully tight flanks of cyan, supple and pulled firm, clenching all around her, sporadically, swallowing her slowly into the depths of her heated crevice.
Or how Rainbow’s titanic thighs would fly out on either side, spanning far beyond her little body, their plumpness too broad and outreaching to ever to see over. Grander than the walls in Canterlot Castle—immense softness still better protection. Both of them thickening inward during their journey.
And then Rainbow Dash’s special place, the crotch made into the size of a crop, all to the tiny mare standing before it. A field of thatch above rolling mounds, each vine a different colour, long strands draping over the sides of the towering slit, covering lanes on her juicy hills. Dense locks containing in Rainbow’s dirtiest fragrances. Musk compounded unto itself. The unique certified smell of Rainbow Dash.
Applejack pressed and lifted the vial across her chest, allowing the glass to fill into the shallow hollowness of her throat. She then passed into underneath her jaw. When its tip graced her chin, she flicked the latter up—uncorking it.
How fantasticthe view would be! Rolling her head in place, the glass rim pressed in the space beneath her lips. Both of them firm and juicy, needing exactly the same against her own.
Her other hoof snaked to her belly. Moan after moan followed by the cooing of a groan. Her stomach was hugged by the blanket of sunlight, retaining its heated embrace within the furs there. Each stroke there a circle, every succession edging downward, inch by inch. Applejack’s legs spread outward, hungrily anticipating the contact. Wisps of steam wavered into the air. Her exposed vulva beyond lubricated. It dripped—pelt plat —against the grass.
Though her mind wasn’t with her cunt. Even as her hoof shadowed over the rolling mounds of darkened cream, her closed eyes took her into another, one blue and towering, housing her minuscule frame without the tiniest sag.
How dirty it was to dream. To be nestled between staggering folds with her body partly stuck out, veiled by the cosmic waterfall of a tail. Its grand curve arching, strands sizes of roads flicking through the way, everything swaying from the shifting of mighty hips in the great beyond above.
A natural beauty, captured only by one, someone having to be small.
No other way to enjoy such a view.
Outside of the fantasy, the back of Applejack’s head slid left across the bark, nearly falling beyond its hold. The vial was poised between her lips, but not through them, the edge of her hoof teasing her nub downstairs. The bundled, fuzzy delight, tightly packed with nerves, all of them serving to stimulate. Milking it struck shudders quivering throughout her frame.
The wobbles of her flanks, rising and dropping, collecting in the air and flattening against the grass, always delicious.
Her tiny body then played over that nub of blue, throwing her arms and hugging the hardness against the base of her barrel, pleading with the heat to transfer against her. For hot air to blow from the confines behind. To be drenched in sweat and cum and other bodily fluids.
Applejack slipped the vial past her lips as the edge of her hoof did the same with her folds. She flicked within her slit and kicked an errant leg against the grass. Closer and closer was the rise of her high from touching the ceiling that would bring about a total collapse.
Which then came.
Hot spurts of honey dousing outward; cool sludge of blue sloshing inward. Overly rich taste of liquidized blueberries blotched Applejack's tastebuds with the quality of drinking medicine. It cooled her inflamed throat, all the inflamed muscles it touched—chilling and contracting them, tightening her skin, condensing the flesh beneath.
A hug from within, reaching out and pulling in, a comfortable embrace.
The mistake wasn’t in drinking the potion. Nor was it failing to keep away from masturbation. It was the mixture of the two, however, causing the mare’s eyes to close. Twitches in Applejack's legs warned to keep awake. Though Applejack slept, despite the burning of wetness stained to the fuzz of her thigh, keeping her scent alive.
The mare slept while she shrunk, slowly and slowly, dwindling inch by inch, feeling the need to keep awake but too drunk to ignore sleep. Those half-formed thoughts formed before closed eyes but not yet a closed mind. She’d nap and then make it to the bedroom. Or... something like that.
Echoes of tremendous but distant thuds roused her from slumber, drawing the need for her back to wiggled against the wood, pushing out the sides, trying to pop the deeply nestled kink within her spine. Her hooves spread and stretched out during this. Soft rollings of the head to crack all that had been stored from the nap.
The rumbles breaking and quaking through the grass and beneath the ground, however, roused her eyes to suddenly split. Winds struck, pushing densely and heavily like ones encountered during a storm.
Applejack still laid back against the wood, only, its sprouting roots raised like thighs on either side. Tall like wooden walls, curved and composed like and from natural bark. The view nestled fear despite the apparent peace.
Maybe the quaking ground, moving her around, was the cause of tension trickling into her veins. The next crash of something grand bounced the tiny mare from her recline, throwing her up and onto her side—which slammed against the sloped wall of wood. Broad it was now despite the once narrow rise barely holding the width of her back.
Her body rolled onto the field of grass. Dirt composed the ground beneath her body, the spades of green rising like trees, swaying in the midsummer breeze. Applejack lifted her head, golden locks swept back, her hat now lost.
She gazed up, however, to find it.
The monolithic structure spanned greater than any colosseum despite its makings of stitching. Its narrowed top meshed into the ground, allowing the broad rim above to spanned vastly like a brown saucer. Something small grown monolithic in a cosmic world.
That thought dying upon the crashing of the twin lemon saucers. The tiny mare barely raised to her hooves before the feeling of something utterly titanic was approaching. The echoes of thuds warned her something drew near. It was from within the forest of grass Applejack gazed up to the approaching structure.
The structure that was her little sister.
Applejack stood within the land of shadows cast by the filly overhead, the one spanning areas worthy of many buildings as her frame towered above. Her hooves crushed schools' worth of grass as the spades crunched softly beneath the immense mass of hooves. Both pillars of butterscotch crashing too closely.
“Sis?” The voice, soft and sweet, sounded as though it came from behind a collection of clouds. Loud without being overbearing. Commanding despite being a question. It tingled fear and awe behind the ears. “You here? Gettin close to supper. Granny’s been callin... Applejack?”
Applejack wasn’t sure to appear or disappear to the mass of mare standing over her. She strode out away the towering pillars composed nothing more of stubby forelegs caught within the growing throes of puberty. Keeping beneath the frame spanning the view above also didn’t seem wise.
But moving back displayed another price.
Applejack froze in her turning inside the land of shadows. Gazing up showed something she should have never seen. Those hind legs arched into the sky, building into little thighs, richly thick, tucking into a place of tightness.
Or those colossal flanks, pertly round as they wobbled above, tightly packed into the taut rump. Watching them slide against the other, warming the divot with their rubbing, creating a soft place for one to stay. Applejack clenched her eyes and shook her head, stepping back, both physically and mentally.
Good thing she did too. Those mighty flanks in the air took into a dive, crashing like curved suns into the ground below—summoning tremors from the world. They rumbled the little mare further backward, jumping from stumbling hoof to stumbling hoof. She danced around pebbles now bolder, transferring her the shadow of the filly to that of that hat.
“Huh? Whuzhthat?” Applejack froze in her dancing as her hooves found stable footing, but a great weight crashed into her back. She lifted her head, rather slowly, pushing through a significant force to look up—realizing she’d been fighting through the pressure of the giant’s gaze. “Some orange bug? Don’t like a critter I’d ever seen before.” Her titanic leaned in from the vast sky beyond. “N-No, w-wait. Is that. Are you... A-Applejack?”
Those tunnels of nostrils sharply exhaled, two currents composed of warm blasts striking Applejack in the chest. Her hooves into the dirt as she slid inched back, turning her muzzle and blunting the blow. Happy squeals boomed from the lips shut ahead.
“Knew you just had to be here! Not like ya to leave your hat!” Applebloom quickly reclined to her fullest height, the smooth curve of her playground of fuzz peeking out, a tummy lightly lax. Her chest hovered in the clouds. Muzzle blurry due to its grand portions.
Except for the mile-smile.
Applejack swallowed. It’d been a while since a word was uttered by her mouth. The monolithic world, adjusting to it, all of it stunned her into silence. Everything bore a supernatural quality. Things she feared to dare interfere with. And the same had washed over her sister. The little filly she loved. Always looking for a reason to rub her mane and rustled her bow.
But now her forelegs were planted in the arenas before the pudge of her thighs. Her crotch barely above the ground. Darker fuzz different from the rest, settling only into a thatch, just growing in. The peek of the peak of tight slit. Everything else tucked beneath the curve of her bottom, all pressed into the ground.
While her gaze was swept with the land of the crotch, one of the lemon hooves lifted from the grass, turning over, tilting forward. The vast sole landed into the patch of grass, a current of wind blowing from the impact. It lifted strands of blond mane—an effect unnoticed by the giant.
Another cause for fear, but what choice did Applejack have? Turning her head away and gazing down her barrel, all behind her was the sprawling forests of grass marked by trees unable to be fully seen. Trekking back to the house would take more than a few days; finding out where it even was would take even more.
So Applejack threw herself into the broad upside hoof. It stood at a tilt her tiny body struggled to climb upon. The golden globes above, glowing eyes of brilliance, watching her with that same amused smile. Wasn’t often Bloom had one over her. Being tiny was the filly’s only time of superiority.
Which Applejack had to consent to.
Even as she wrestled herself onto the field of yellow fur, willing herself higher despite the tilt, stuffing her face into the soft, fuzzy, baked sole of her sister. She wiggled and wiggled to climb higher on it. Though she gasped as the structure then shifted, coming to rise, Applejack’s back legs dangling off the side.
Applejack groaned and writhed her body, wiggling every limb on the shifting platform, trying to find purchase. Her hind legs kept kicking against the fluffy cliff in order to get a rise. Her plump rear wobbling to get itself settled on the living platform.
That ceased, however, when the ride did as well. On the hoof, the tiny mare hung from its back; most of her body crossed over its rim, though with her legs still draped over inches of its back. The air warmed as the tall grass loomed below. It looked as it should have from up here. Though the giant body of her sister did not.
Applebloom’s muzzle. Vast and round and devouring Applejack’s vision. She could barely keep a fraction of the eyes and a portion of the snout within her eyes. Her body shrivelled into itself from the monolithic scale the muzzle before her bore. Crushing how insignificantly tiny the poor mare was.
And finally. Finally finally finally! After the orange mare clambered onto the center of the dome, finding her jittery legs now kept her up straight... she opened her mouth, drawing a deep breath to shout—only to hear the sky roar an order before her.
“Bloom! Supper’s ready!”
As if instinct commanded it, the mass of soft yellow rises, consuming a great quality of space once more. The filly snapped around in a whirl. Applejack dropped and hugged the flat surface of the hoof with her life—fighting from being ripped off by harsh winds. In the muzzle hovering in the sky to the right, however, the eyes flicked down to her.
Applebloom’s eyes searched around like boulders rolling in place. They turned before settling on a sight. One familiar for the time this happened before. Without further thought, the taut, broad barrel curved left—the hoof shooting over the narrowed landscape of the filly’s back.
Until it hovered over the dense tail contrived of scarlet.
Applejack shook her head at the idea, slowly rising to her hooves, spotting the blurry wonder of the back of the filly’s head in the distant. Her muzzle edged only an inch to the left, the back of her eye settled on her. One last glance before what was done... was done.
The hoof was tilted and there was nothing to grab onto. Applejack slammed her rump into the palm, her supple flanks wobbling deliciously, doing nothing to slow her descent. There was a shiver through the frame of the giant. Washing ashore of pinkness on the corner curve of the distant cheeks of the afar muzzle.
Applejack slid over the rim and flipped backward. Her back plummeted through the winds while her hooves flailed in the air. Nothing to do; nothing to scream. Within seconds her plummeting came to a cease. Something densely soft breaking her fall, the rustling of things akin to leaves whispering into her ears. She sunk through the foliage of red, limbs becoming tangled up, her body slowing into an eventual suspension.
Everything was still inside the new world. Caught within the center of the densely-packed tail. Overflowing strands sprawled in great curves and numbers over and below and around her. Everything like a giant rest bush without any branches. Multiple vines had latched around Applejack’s wrists and legs, around her barrel like a loving arm wrapped around her lower back.
She even chuckled at how comical this would appear.
The world started to move. It began slowly but quickly quickened. Rises that went high and drops crashing vigorously, shocking waves through the world of red vines. Applejack was jostled in her place. Though every drop she lowered as well. Not by much. But every step doing just a little bit. Lowering and decreasing until reaching the thickest inward curve in the middle of the tail.
The thick stands obscured the view below with their many vines, but the gap in-between teased with slits to the view beyond Applejack’s current world. Though the view wasn’t much better than the world that housed her. Not when she considered exactly where the grinning filly had dropped her.
Through the vines of the tail, rendered hazy by distance, the broad peaks of sunny hills shifted together down below. Little flanks bloated with pudge teasing them to the level of supple. Tightly-packed fat wobbling ever so smoothly from merely walking. One flank rising over the over, tons of plushness sliding into the other, flattening into a thick puddle of plushness. Juicy was sour to the tongue.
But it popped into Applejack’s mind regardless.
For even though she could have shaken her head and turned away her eyes, deciding to deal with sweating her heat out... her eyes didn’t lift from the shifting globed curved to subtle perfection. Their thunderous jiggles moaning more in the little hills of lemon provided by the filly.
Rainbow’s mountains would wobble due to the fatness of her flanks, toned by the lax muscles trained beneath them. But where she was broad and the jostles could go on for more—the same was not true here. With Bloom they were little, lasting shorter, causing them to be more precious, utterly unique as a result.
All the poor, heated, confused mare could do was stare, watching the tightly bundled crevice widened than tightened after every step, watching the dusky depths peek out before being covered by tush once more. The siren call of booty was hard to neglect.
Applejack fell forward in her suspension. Tangled hanging forward while the vines tightly held her. One of her forelegs had been caught underneath her chest and going across her belly. Unconsciously, her hoof stroked her fur, warming it up, sending teasing electricity to the spot just a little bit lower. But she never reached down there. Only even inching toward it—before diving back up.
Outside the tail, the filly then happily walked, with a long sway to her little hips off into the distance. The house marked the horizon. And the sisters would return to it, together, but only they would be aware of this fact.
The Littler, Now Bigger, Hornier Sister
~ I ~
Fair on the Chair
Applebloom heard the sounds without drawing close. She watched the show with ill-intent. It hadn’t been right and very much was wrong. But the subject was something she felt and never was something ever taught. Heat bustling through her body, its condensation found between her legs.
Applejack was lying back against the tree with her orange coat then covered in sweat. Fields of fuzz moist with her scent. Natural and rich. Consuming on the snout; breathed in rather easily. It reeked of something fantastic. It tickled and pleasantly pricked at her pudgy little hips. Compact thighs dense with thickness rubbing side by side.
And that special place between them becoming rather wet. Applejack had stroked the same place, the arching of her back and writhing of her spine milking something from the contact. But blotched fear swelled in Applebloom’s heart. Touching that place seemed foreign, wrong.
And she was far too scared to proceed by herself.
But when she came back . When that giant mare was no longer to be found—only found smaller than grass between her hooves... something in the filly sparked. The stealing of her being taking her the destination she sought. Heat claimed her. But maybe a sister could quell this fuzziness of steam buried beneath her skin.
The door creaked open and dull thuds of wood creaked beneath her hooves. Bigger they were now than the months before. In passing the archway leading into the kitchen, where lines craved in the wood spoke of one’s size—the lightly yellow ones, the indention coloured in by pencil, showed hers ever on the rise.
“Bloom?” Applebloom slowed as she came before the table. It was always too high for her eyes—they barely saw over it now despite it all. The world consistently so large and she always so small. Her hips flung around to discharge the energy: feeling a pebble of orange sway within her tail. “Where you’ve been?”
Applebloom kicked a hoof and looked down. “Went to fetch Applejack fer supper.”
“She out there?”
“Nu-uh. Rainbow came in again.” Applebloom raised her face but did not the same with her gaze, which came to settle to the side. Her throat croaked as lies were never nice to her voice. “Said the two had to do one thing or another. Sis seemed happy goin’ off.”
Big Mac sat at the table and was the only one sitting at the table. He leaned over a bowl though didn’t dare to look in. His cooking was never kind to his tongue—and even less on the eyes. His bulking frame leaned back into the seat. Those soft eyes becoming interested in the ceiling. “Don’t think I can bring myself to be annoyed even if I dared tried.”
Applebloom blinked as looped around the table. He’d barely see her back as she walked past, coming to the chair set on the opposite side of him. Slowly, she brought her forehooves against the seat. “Just what do you mean like that?”
“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” Even while she struggled to get onto the seat, the older brother kept his eyes focused above. “Just a grown-up thought you ain’t quite ready to get just yet.” He sighed something heavy. “Though maybe that ain’t a kind thing to say. Celestia hope these kinds of thinkings come to you far later in life.”
Applebloom’s settled on the bottom bar of wood on the chair, her hind hooves finding purchase, firmly. With her body arched, she shot a pout. “Why you always have to keep me guessin about these kinds of things? Ya know I’m gonna figure it out sooner if I keep havin’ to think about it over and over.”
Big Mac finally dropped his muzzle. “Yer right. Sure you know your sister is the kind of girl to work really hard. But I fear she’s never lived the kind a life a girl outta.”
Bloom tilted her head. “I don’t get it.”
“What I mean to say is your sister has something I don’t get—something we won’t go into the matter of.” Mac sighed once more. He seemed to sigh more than exhale lately. “She could be livin’ more of a life that a girl normally does. But she’s never been swept love or anything like that. The kinda different for a brother and a sister.”
Bloom kicked and pushed herself onto the seat, the words entering her ears in a jumbled state. There was something of a connection forming from them all. Even though she didn’t quite get it. Bloom felt compelled to nod anyway. “Guess I sort of understand. Kind of love that ponies get married for. Kisses mean something a little more, right?”
“Not that they mean more,” Mac said slowly, “but that they do something differentlymore.”
“Ya lost me again.”
Mac sighed a final time. “Point I’m makin’ is yer sister never enjoyed that kind of love before. And worried she may miss it. But ever since she’s gotten close to that friend of hers, she’s living better. But also means she’s on the farm less.” His hoof wrapped around the spoon sticking out the side of the bowl. “And though she’s suddenly cuttin’, something I should be upset about... I ain’t.”
“Because she’s living more of that life of love you were talking about?”
“Catching on, kiddo.” Mac smiled as he lifted spoon—dense sludge of brown slopping off its metal sides and splattering with a thick splash back into the bowl. An occasional bean peeked out from the mess. “Actin’ like a teenage filly. Since she never got ta be one... I can’t be fussed about it. Rather her go through it now then now at all. Not like her to be flitish. It’s... nice.”
Applebloom learned long ago that, when interest was lost, not to bob your head. Do it slowly, seconds after each final word. Do it slowly but not lowly. Ponies will think you’re simply in the process of getting it, understanding. They never assumed the opposite. It was nice.
“Though all of that,” Mac said while shovelling the spoon in-between his lips, seeming for a reason to keep his mouth from closing, “should be enough for you to chew on for a week or two. Grab some grub.” He then exhaled. His chest heaved inward, and his muzzle leaning outward. “Second thought. Let’s get you a bowl of cereal instead.”
Was fate being kind to her? Applebloom’s chest dropped as something heavy left it. Her rump raised into the air as a result, feeling—good. She blinked. It wasn’t like her to strike a pose. But there was something in how her back arched, flanks pushed out, cool air collecting against the warm, tucked away place that did something to her.
Like the heat within lightened in its tension.
Like a release held by the pose would be promised.
“Gonna sit down there anytime soon? Maybe AJ hasn’t taken your place as teenage filly just yet after all.” Applebloom shook her head. How long had she been out? Glancing to the left, Mac was already pulling out boxes from the cupboards neighbours with some clouds. “Just gonna fix you somethin’ quick. No tellin’ sis when she gets back ‘bout this.”
It was enough to make her laugh. Both siblings were like this. Together routine had to be followed; separate was when vices were allowed. One didn’t have a clue about the other. Another theme following throughout the day.
But then came the tickles. The pulling and winding and twirling of hairs. Bloom snickered her snout left then right, fighting the pleasant bristling within her tail. The little mare was fighting through her red bush. It tickled because of how that tiny body fought and fell through her tail.
Those surging feelings, however, sparked further heat.
But then came the squeaks. Not from the filly—but the tail . Little voice loud enough only to be heard by the one that herded it. Over at the counter, Big Mac’s head whizzed up. His ears perked, flicking. He’d caught something. Listening for it again.
What to do? Applebloom stood with her tush still out for a reason, gazing back at her tail, spotting the speck of orange in the sea of scarlet. She’d already lied. It was too early to pay the price until her curiosity had been settled. Whispering and shushing the tiny wouldn’t do anything. It needed to be something immediate that would silence her for good.
The nestled heat between her legs sparked an idea.
Applebloom grinned as she swatted a hoof through her tail, feigning an inch as the soft pebble connected with her sole. With minuscule pressure she broke the bound pony free. Falling, the little Applejack plummeted onto the chair, crashing and rolling, slowing into its center.
It wasn’t like her. Ideas like these never ran rampant before. But Applebloom hovered her filly-read over the little sister, feeling strange delight in giving her tight cheeks a little shake, their minuscule ripples across the pert curve delicious to endure. Slowly she lowered, the shadow of her rump drinking in the wood. The mare caught within the epicentre of the crashing and jiggly meteorite.
Applebloom took delight in sitting down, feeling something hard but small wiggled beneath her immense weight. What Big Mac barely saw of her, the other sibling couldn’t drink all of it in. Much less how something like her butt was now able to engulf the mare. Proper mare. One with a bigger hindquarters than her.
But not anymore as she gave said a thing a little rub and a shake.
Applejack cried out in a groan upon the pelting of her body against the wood, shot clear across the landscape from the impact, rolling and the world blurring around her. She was thankful for stopping onto her back to catch her first breath that wasn’t filly—only to have her fears block the sun.
That broad cliff of ass came out from the horizon, its sheer mass blocking the light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Two pert flanks of the tights rear hovering closer than over her minuscule body. View of the ceiling transitioned into seeing the thickest swell near the bottom of both cheeks.
The ones falling.
Applejack screamed. Her body writhed in place while her hooves shot into the air. Pitiful attempt to hold sun-kissed moons from falling—but instincts were instincts. Doubt washed over first that her sister, the filly would sit on her, using that glorious rump to engulf her entire frame, to wedge her into a world located underneath her butt.
Both cheeks slammed down against the wood in a dull but loud thud cracking the air only for a second. Everything settled as the cheeks wobbled together, keeping tightly tucked, allowing the filly to sit up. Applejack’s hooves had settled against each flank milliseconds before contact—before both flattened over her body in warm pools of yellow.
Applejack gasped for breath in surprise of not being dead. As far as she could tell, she was lying on her back, utterly splayed against the seat, an incredible mass of plushness pressing around her body, an immense weight behind it. She groaned and wiggled around—making the fuzz-coated ceiling jiggle in response.
That comforted it. The next breath not gasped removed doubt with its taste alone. The filly had tossed her onto the seat and, once ready, sat her butt on top of her. Its heavy weight pinned her. Fighting it evoked mere jiggles and distant giggles. To think that, even in fighting, rising her back as high as possible—pushing against the tons of tush... only more would wobble into its place and fully weigh her down.
Didn’t help the filly was teasing her too. Every so often, those flattened hills swayed, long rights and slow lefts, rolling her body beneath the massive booty. The waterfall of tail draped over the back of the seat. Baking warmth rising from her spot.
Applejack knew she wouldn’t last here. Her sister was deciding to have fun—little teasing for teasing done before—but she knew nothing of the flood gates she was opening up. With her head leaned back, she bit her lip and hug the swell of the flank, collecting its warmth against her chest and barrel, excesses burying itself between her crotch.
She moaned as she slid forward. Doing it again and again, seeing the slit of the world between cheek and wood, knowing she had to find her way to Big Mac. He’d help her. But as she continued now, hugging that curve of cheek, feeling it weigh and jiggled against her chest, flattening heavily against her own burning slit... some ideas were hard to fight.
Indeed Applejack paused for a second in her journey. Here she was underneath the massive ass of the filly, one tight and taut and pert, its pudgy cheek awash over her form. It filled the vast space around her. The smell rich with the sweat of the girl. That, and something else joining the mix.
Applejack didn’t know what took control over her. Only that her eyes closed and her next breath was that of steam. Her limbs rose against the tush, knowing this piece of ass belonged to her sister. But something about how full it was, filled out before its time, something about it... this new kind of pudge... her burning lips sought something from it.
...would she know? The filly above was clacking metal against something akin to it. Sure she was wiggling her tush, uncomfortable from sitting on her sister —but it would have been a game to her. A little joke. Hahaha! I sat on you with my butt .
Sweat came before the mountains of booty slammed and wobbled onto her tininess. Applejack was small to express that stream and catch some heat between her marefriend flank and other such places. And here she was, where she wanted to be—only the pony was different.
The action so much more wrong .
Yet Applejack’s body acted on its own. Kneading the flesh as the best she could against her front, her hips softly rocked against the lax softness, beating her crotch into the flap. She did it again and again. One thrust then two. A few humps to exercise the dog within her.
What must of this looked like from the beyond? Applejack shuddered to know upon snuffing her face into the gushy pile of yellow, smothering her muzzle into the wobbly mass, loving the tightness encasing the softness. Its pertness. How it jiggled on contact though the rest of the cheek wobbled in great waves due to the bouncing and shifting of the giant rump.
But as fresh and burning juices lubricated her lips, however, an immediate change stole the tiny. The cheek pressing into her slowly lifted, streams of light and fresh air sweeping over her diminutive form. Applejack was left panting without any cue as to what to do.
She glanced to the left to see that other cheek harder against the chair, its inward curve laying down on the wood, all while the titanic hips above swayed in place. The yellow cleft, once close, opened in a gap. Only it did so around her... with poor Applejack stuck in the middle.
Applejack cried at seeing the other cheek float in the air, one massive hoof inching into the wood, following the curve of the flank. Gripping the swell, it pulled back, exploding the depths of the dusky divot above. Not enough to give all the way in, the deepest slope covered still by pressed cheeks—but its greater area exposed to the tiny girl on exactly where she was going to go.
Applejack peered into her fate. One cheek rolled outward and kept there by pushing against the chair; the other held back by a hoof showing this was obvious intent. All to stare within the depths of the filly’s crack. Shallow as it was, at this size, went deeper than any tunnel.
And the depths flew upon Applejack as the colossal flanks touched against the wood again. The hoof pulled away before their crash, both cheeks catching on the wood, still parted, exposing inches into the sun-bleached divot.
Both sloped walls of yellow flanked Applejack. Gazing left and right only show the innermost parts of each cheek, their sharper incline into the place leading deeper into the rump. There was still the narrow lane of space exposed between each flank. She was within the butt of her sister, sure, but the walls hadn’t come in just yet.
Applejack stood as Applebloom raised. For a second she glimpsed over the slope of the giant bottom overhead. The vast and long fuzzy belly arched into the air and great beyond like a bridge, a road even made of utter softness. The edge of the table spanned to the sides with heights taller than a castle. Everything so monolithic, so outside her scale of size... the only that was mountable was the interior of her little sister’s tush.
To think the only place she was of scale was within the tush of her little sister. Pert hills of yellow still tremendous and big and a trek to herself—at least they were something akin to her normal world. Climbing hills of grass was easy to do when she was of normal size. But gazing out to the world beyond the butt showed the cosmic size of everything. How, only in this grand and humiliating place could she hope to have any effect or impact.
And only because it was a fraction of her sister’s body.
Such thoughts were wiped when the hoof to the side then pulled away. The immense weight of the flank released from being held back, swaying through the air like a jiggly ram, smacking heavily into the other cheek. Both of them raised slightly so both of them can swing—the twin cliffs swallowing the tiny mare at once.
Applejack kicked and scream within the sudden crevice of heat, finding the walls utterly soft but absolutely crushing, stone that was somehow malleable. She was faintly aware of her limp legs kicking in the air, unable to grace anything. Inside the crack, her back pressed against one side and her front the other, her muzzle tilted upright, struggling to find a pocket to breathe within.
It was so horribly tight within the divot of dusk, the amber dams welled in clumps against the other, piles wobbling into collections against the other, everything shifting but never opening. Laughter, cute and sweet with a dash of cheekiness echoed. Echoing thunderously from within a tin can. One somehow surging all around.
Applejack couldn’t bring herself to cry anymore, not once her fighting legs ceased in their cause, slowing into a stop as they simply hung out from the crevice. The broad rump hovered inches from the seat, though to her, that distance was sufficient for her to dangle from. None else would notice the giant sitting oddly.
Worst was was, in her golden mane falling over her face, the enclosure tightened against it. The supple softness pushed through with a muscle beneath the flesh, manipulating it precisely. Applejack shut her eyes as the twin walls crashed against her completely. No breath nor space. Only fur and fuzz and butt rolled over every inch of her frame.
The filly clenching her cheeks with a little mare caught within the crack of her rear. How the little game to her was a pleasure and thus torture to the small one. Clenching her cheeks tightly only to give them release, their parting centimetres nothing to the older sister. A pocket opening within the cloven space.
Until the pert confine closed against, closing and then crashing in that final gap, completely smothering the sister. Applejack couldn’t do anything as the butt of her sister consumed her. Swallowing her upward, inch by inch, thigh to ankle, tucking her into the fatness that was still tightness. In being smothered in heated walls of fuzzy fur shifting deliciously over her. Taking her deeper into the confines where heat grew and tightness collected without the need of clenching.
Applejack didn’t know when it came. Maybe after the fourth bout of laughter from above. Perhaps after air stopped tickling on her hooves. Within the niche swallowing her upward, where the curved walls now appeared straight, all the little mare knew was that she was inside.
She was deeply tucked away within the rump of the filly, unable to escape or do a thing, curled nearly into a ball. She’d tried lifting her hooves and pushing away the ceiling of immense weight. But her greatest effort sunk into the creamy volume.
It was hard to know if the filly was still clenching her bottom or not. It didn’t make much difference anymore. The rump swayed around because Applejack felt a pulling of a particular direction in her belly. That and how a pile of blonde would splash over another clump from the movement.
Applejack was finding it harder and harder to move. The broadness and length of the crack shrunk as she was swallowed in. Ground and ceiling hugging closer and tighter together further in the depths she then sank. Those walls would hug her like a vice grip now. Regardless of the filly ran or jump or shook her tiny little butt—those walls would hug her tightly and never let her fall.
Worst was how the rubbed over her special place. Clumps of heated tush smacking softly into her crotch, exposed by thighs splayed to the sides, pinned down by nothing by booty. No rope or force needed as an unconscious rear overpowered her despite not being conscious or trying to. Minuscule pussy exposed. Rolled over and pressed into and warmed up by jiggly filly butt.
The ample bottom then slowly crashed into the seat. It was hard to see for the line of sight was smaller than a line in looking out of the ass from within—but there was enough to clue in. Those doughy hills of melted gold had pressed against the seat. Broad tops flattening out. Everything looseness within, the crevice broadening, if only into a crawlspace.
Applejack groaned as if roused from slumber. The epicentre holding her pulled forward while something greater above pulled back. What was happening? The filly sitting properly in her seat. With the little sister wedged firmly up her arse, no squeaks would bounce off her bountiful cheeks. Suppression of the tiny achieved.
And then came the moment of hesitation.
Applejack rolled onto her belly the best she could. The mass of the pressed flanks created a bouncy grounding able to house her weight. Slight fear rouse in their crevice splitting by inches. Not enough for her to fall through, but rather, to see the thickness of yellow further swelling out below. But the tightness of the tush would prevent her from falling through.
She looked back with a gulp. The swell of yellow curved upward to the coin-slot of the crack. Enough of a hole for one to see the rising galactic waterfall of the tail. But getting caught by those hairs, or being caught, sat on once more—Applejack couldn’t handle it.
Couldn’t handle it for many a reason.
For leaving now was harder for reasons beyond physical.
Putting both hooves forward in the narrow, clumped together tunnel of yellow, Applejack parted the globes with sheer force. She strained to part the wiggly fat into a broader gap, one she pressed her forehooves on the back of those same clumps, swimming her legs through the niche, pushing herself through.
Crawling through a crack.
Applebloom didn’t seem to notice or mind. Though her body had been hyper-sensitive to the little tickles of minuscule hooves, she didn’t really respond now, other than moving around in her seat. Though the flanks changed position on the wood, they gripped and held Applejack in the same place. The only change was one of the walls would collapse for a second, smacking and beating and holding the mare, keeping her still before lightly bouncing away and back into the field.
Applejack pushed and spread and crawled through the mass of bubbles given to delicious flesh. Feeling the thickness of the sides thinning while she progressed. Though the sunny slit ahead was always tight, it was becoming bright, at least more colourful than the fuzzy honey all around.
Until the opening appeared.
The flanks perhaps ballooned out near the end, but their juicy shape was appreciated upon representing what comprised the other side. The brightest of the slit reached its apex as an orange hoof shot through it by mistake, expecting to spread the heaviest section of tush, but feeling only fresh airs on her limb. It stuck out for a second, out from the outside curve of the butterscotch balloons, their giant nearly teasing the sight.
From the broadness that was the front of the butt, where the deep, delicious crack sprawled all the way down—it was comical to see all that mixed with the tiniest foreleg of orange sticking out. Long crawl through a cave, hard and taxing and long, only to come out, victorious, from the holding cell of a filly’s bum.
All while her crotch and a portion of her belly sprawled onward, her pudgy, titanic thighs set on either side. They enclosed an arena of wood marked by the long length of her short legs. Another hoof shot out from the inside the crack, both of them wiggling around in freedom, trying to find purchase on the surface of the supple derriere.
They found it on the starting curve diving inward, settling and sinking into the mass, losing up into the elbow until finding hold. Slowly, they pushed, hard and harder, straining to gain inches, widening a slit enough to fit through.
The front of Applejack’s body pushed through from in-between the supple crevice of the sunny globes, herself pushed out into freedom, wiggling into it. But she fell forward. Torso free but waist caught. Her muzzle slamming into the cliff of softness, the tiny impact shooting little jiggles out from the center, each of them, in response, nudging her snout into the lower into the crack preciously escaped.
Fear rose. The sinking suspicion a moon of hoof would press into her back, the little one stuffed into the heart-shaped butt once more. Little wiggles of her own, tiny, orange rump sticking out. She’d been a thick girl when it came to her hindquarters. But that little mass would be utterly swallowed by the once tiny one of her sister.
To think that little booty could slurp up her own with ease.
But that didn’t happen. Rather, in wiggling through the densely packed slit, her hips slipped through the tightness. Applejack flipped over her head, her legs flying over and slamming then below her, smacking into the swollen sunny globes. They jiggled faintly from the impact—before taking the mare for a slide.
Applejack yelped while gravity continuously tugged on her legs, pulling her body across the shallow gap of the sprawling crack, sinking into it, plushness rising like a growing trench. She never sunk inside, however, on reaching the thickest swell of the ballooned cheeks. Her body fell into a pelt against them, which they then trampolined her body over their curve.
Finally. In stretches of softness finally came the concrete of wood. Slender and smooth and rising only slightly in a curve. The towering structure spanning to the heavens shifted in a hazy borne of yellows and reds, a mass unable to be contained by such a meagre gaze. Only that no tower had anything on her.
The tiny mare laid forward on the indention of the chair, her blond mane strewn all over her head. No locks to keep her hair condensed as they become wildly undone. Her little head rose lethargically, the brilliance of green dimmed into a faint glow in her eyes. Her fat rump tuck out, sore in a pleasant pain. The dam of wide booty sprawling before her making her own feeling all so rather small.
And then she started to slide once more.
Slowly but with certainly. Aching limbs and burning lungs fought to keep her down. Though the titanic cheek soon approached, rising higher than hill and connecting to hips greater than what could be seen... Applejack feared being caught beneath it again. Pinned by a flank and stuck there by sweat. But that fate did not occur for the filly had finished her moving.
The towering thighs connected above the hips of the girls. Nothing could be seen over the vertical field of tanned grass. What horrified Applejack, as failed to dig her hooves into the wood, was the rising of something else in the distance. The crotch, rolling up, revealing the starting of a crop born of red.
The thatch was thick and bushy and evenly spread. Bright and scented with the sting over overworked thighs. Within the strands was the collection beyond sweat. Not just trapping of natural body odour tasty in a different way.
Musk embedded the sprouting vines of scarlet.
In the approaching distance came the rise of something better unseen. Beginning of something worsening as it contentiously rose. In the afar, two hills of lemon ran in an elongated curve, patches flat land possible in their middles, all bound in fuzz and a feeling of squish—one far different than Bloom’s tush.
Applejack watched with widened eyes as her body slid toward the sight, unable to handle the rising of the protruding mounds on either side, a nestling of a fuzzy slit in-between their depths. Its top rose high into the air, a hood spouting from its apex, broad enough to house a few waiting for the next carriage to arrive.
Then came the weight of something metaphorical.
Pressing on her shoulders with invisible blocks of something grand. Though her strength was non-existent, Applejack weakly tilted her head, her eyes fighting to find the yellow moon hovering above. And she found it in the blurs of something monolithic. Two orbs of a creamy glow fixated her tiny and sliding form. The giant filly didn’t seem panicked. Only surprised. What had once been one of her greater foes was now nothing of consequence.
And then came the grin of the filly again.
Applejack watched as the crotch lifted, not fully, but enough to expose the base of the towering slit. Of the peach folds peeking out from the recces of the divot. It was so utterly titanic as if to feel like a temple. Holy in the function of something greater, something living, though its purpose currently turned sinister.
Unable to stop her slide, and with the legs of her smaller sister completely spread to take her in, both girls knew exactly where she was going. Applejack felt horror in trying to protest her fate. That Applebloom clearly had no idea what she was doing by taking her sister into such a place. But the filly found only amused in gazing below, watching her tiny sister make contact with her pussy, its intense warmth heating the air before the first touch.
Applejack fought herself from the sight. Not to allow the mile-long cunt of her little sister to devour her like the young ass that had done the same. But even on rising on dead limbs did nothing change. For as she started to rise, the thighs on either side closed in, two walls of pudge slamming into her back—swinging her into the spot she feared most.
Her tiny body pressed and sunk into the bottom curve of one of the rolling mounds, finding the squish far more voluminous here, but also, firmer due to being tauter. There wasn’t space to fight as her hooves laid limply upon it, the pudge encased in yellow shifting, rolling over her back, slipping her frame into the narrow slit. Though space was tight, inside, there was enough parting to gaze within. Dark and damp; steamy and moist. Sounds of sloshing. Dripping collecting into a puddle. The cave living, alive, and seeming divine.
Applejack shook her head, which only parted the in-ward curves of the mounds set on her cheeks, allowing her to sink further into the slit. Her rump filled out against the thighs behind her, the doughy orange moving around, unable to keep still due to fright. And though she couldn’t see it, she knew the filly gazed down from above, amused with having her now little sister wedged partly in-between her folds, set to devour her with her cunt.
All those times of teasing. Paid back in not quite the same way. Applejack moaned on the splattering of hot juices stinging the thick surface of her inner-thighs. About how being devoured by the cunt of her little sister, all while she thought the ordeal innocent and teasing, was now anything but.
And none of that matter for, upon angling her hips perfectly to commit the crime, the filly’s laugh boomed through the clouds. That massive crotch then rolled forward, its immense weight crashing down as the thighs pulled away, the mass of the mounds collecting against the wood, the slit pushing down.
It must have been a magic trick for, when the lips of the wide cunt boomed into the seat, the tiny mare wedged near its base then disappeared. An inch sticking out of what was a mile. An unconscious thing coming down, swallowing her up, wiggling in place for a few seconds more.
And after a few seconds, when the filly arched forward then came leaning back, her crotch rolled up from the spot, leaving no trace of any sort of life. Only wood and a wet place. Slime that was wide. Though it was small, it belonged more than just one.
The accursed heat comes for us all.
The Littler, Now Bigger, Hornier Sister
II - Playtime Changes with Age
~ 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.
The Littler, Now Bigger, Hornier Sister
III - Two Sisters in the Same Tub
~ III ~
Two Sisters in the Same Tub
Applejack grew accustomed to the shifting of the walls, their rubbery surface slowly becoming pleasant. The filly's tush now hugged her tightly, sure, but it also ensured she'd never be let go. Those fuzzy dams of lax flesh would warm and hold her—no matter how much the distant hips above dared to sway.
She was faintly aware of the creaking of wood softening into something different. The opening and closing creak of a door long since neglected. Applejack had curled into a ball and taking the crushing of softness as best she could. It wasn't that she'd given up... but had begun its path.
Then came the creak of metal and the gushing of torrents composed of water. Though the sound was muffled by the walls, the subtle hiss of the falls could make any natural waterfall whimper at the thought of comparison. How a change of perspective could alter everything.
“You're a good swimmer—ain't you?” The voice resounded from beyond the flanks and within. Horrible whispers and echo of the same soft voice. “Don't see why my butt has to house you longer than needed.” Her hooves thundered closer to the pouring of tidal waves. “Hope you're ready to make a splash, once-big sister!”
Applejack was faintly aware of her body pushed out from the confines of the filly's ass. Lifting her head, she saw mile-crevice part greatly as the edge of the sunny hoof appeared over the edge of the sloped flank. Her body slid out, intentionally, her body too spent. She only managed to raise her head.
Both of the pert lemon globes were perched against a sleekness of whiteness, narrow though thick, spanning the length of sea contained within a bathtub. Both flanks were wobbling from opposite sides from each other, broadening the gap in-between them, allowing the mare to slide out.
Golden strands of mane flew out from Applejack's eyes as she barrelled forward, faintly aware of wings before the rising of something absolute then consuming her. A splash resounded as the weight of her body doubled. There was water, swallowing her as she sunk, its warmth a last comfort.
Applejack sunk on her back and gazed through the ceiling of the water, the bridge of metal, a once unremarkable tap made monolithic. The pouring of oceans ceased from its depths as a yellow hoof turned the vaults above it. Though all that blurred as the tiny mare sunk further.
Then something great came. Giant enough as seas of water were consumed in taking her monolithic form. Applejack had reached the middle depths in the realm that existed underwater, staring off into the distance, unable to make anything of the tub.
The whole of the filly consumed the area underneath the sea, the massive size of her body spanning the whole of its depths, her happy muzzle brimming at spotting the tiny mare. Bloom's body then slid forward, covering the bottom of the tub—before rising up.
Applejack felt a sudden force of softness crashing into the underside of her body, pushing her upward with near terminal velocity. Her stomach swirled with slicing knives as the amber lands lifted out from the waters. The tiny mare was hacking out water before realizing she'd broken the surface.
It took a few moments of coughing for her lungs to clear. Seconds longer for her eyes to adjust to actual light and air. The tired mare rose on shakily limbs in a vain attempt to stand tall. The splashing of waves over a beach filled the air with its melody.
That wasn't a sound to be heard around here.
Applejack stood on the patch of wet, blond furs, tossing her muzzle around, trying to find a basis for her location. The ground had risen in a subtle hill that could only faintly be called plump . She ambled over to the side of the strange flooring, peering over the edge like one would do high up on a ship, spotting the surrounding water so far below.
And how it periodically rose up in waves gently slapping the sides of the yellow barrel.
“Don't think you and I have shared a bath in a long time.” Applejack felt currents of air rushing beneath the grounding of her hooves, leading like bound electricity to the giant, distant voice afar. She gazed across the fields, raising her head while she did so, coming to gaze at the hovering muzzle of Applebloom. “Though I guess you and Rainbow take baths all the time, don't ya?”
Applejack wasn't sure what to say. What to do . She turned her head in shame, eyes closing and teeth biting on her lips, unsure of how all of this should play out. Despite the water that now blanketed them—musk lingered richly in the air.
“What Rainbow and I have... it's something different from what you and I are supposed to have.” Applejack dared to gaze as the monolithic muzzle that hung afar, at how the filly so causally filled and laid back in the tub, holding her tiny body on the mere pudge of her belly. “And it's supposed to keep that way for a reason . This ain't right . But... you already got your fill of that, haven't ya?”
“I'm... I... I'm just...” Applebloom's face then turned to the side, the blond cliff of her cheek composing the fluffiest of a cloud. It slowly tinted with red. “I'm just tired of being left behind. We ain't like how we used to be. And nothing I do gets you to want to play with me again.”
Applejack inhaled deeply, as one does when truth places weight upon their words. “That's just the way it goes, Bloom. I'm entertin' a part of my life I've never rightly enjoyed before. And... I shouldn't be gettin' drunk on it like a do. But.... but...”
“But you just want to follow your interest—only thing that seems right.” Bloom turned her muzzle back and glared down at the tiny girl. “Even Mac lettin' you off the hook cause you want to enjoy yourself like a mare. Seems like the only thing that's right. That ponies ever want to do with each other. Feel good in all those strange places.”
Applejack stared down on the stadium of fuzz she stood upon. The tickles of furs hadn't been lost on her soles. Nor had the slow expanding and receding of the mass below her. How skin beneath it all warmed her body. That all of this was greatness and wideness was composed of her little sister's body. How it was living, moving, reacting to them both.
“Guess I was hoping for you to come into this stage a bit later in life.”
“Well I'm glad it happened now .” The authority in the voice, a genuine boost not aided by the gained size. “You and I haven't had any reason to connect. No reason to do anything but work together. A-At this age... it ain't like I can suggest we take a bath together like we used to. Can't even sleep in the same bed no more.”
Applejack gave a weak smile to the giant. “Price of growing up.”
“But those things are still the same with you and Dash, aren't they?” Applejack watched to the side as an arm lifted out from the depths of the sea, waterfalls cascading across its length, the sudden crashing of torrents nearly deafening to endure. “Ya take showers and baths and play with each other. Rough housin' like all of us used to. Even share the same bed—don't ya?”
Applejack blinked while craning her head back, seeing the hoof pass through the sky overhead before slamming into the ground behind it. The impact jolted her into the air for a second. It then settled in place—directly behind her.
“I... I ain't sure what you're—“
Applejack was stumbled out of words as the barricade of the behind hoof then pressed upon her back. Not with any force—though none was really required in the first place—and at a slow pace. The tiny mare, breaking into a walk, could move on her own will—one enforced by the moving hoof behind it.
“All the things that we used to do together,” Applebloom said as the bottom of her body disappeared further into the depths of the water, keeping the tufts of her chest above the surface, all while her chin graced the waves, “are now the things you do with Rainbow Dash. Ya always say things are different, or they've changed. But all I see is you still doing the same things as before.”
Applejack wasn't sure what to say about that as the giant muzzle of her sister appeared at ground level to her now. It felt like approaching the cliff of a mountain that was set against the ground. She barely retained its mass within her gaze. That sprawling grin of succulent lips drawing her attention.
Though she walked on her own, the hoof behind ensured she went where it wanted her to go and that, somewhere in the back of her mind, a part of her craved to be closer to those lips. Another wanted to be closer to the filly as a whole. So many contradictions rushing throughout her body.
Things weren't supposed to go this way. Even if the round wall of hoof was sliding only feet behind it—it should have been pushing her toward the destination. Her limbs should have quit and her mind set in determination to fight every attempt around her. Fighting wouldn't change anything, that she knew—but at least it would prove something to herself.
But her hooves only came to a stop on the summit of the filly's chest, seeing the mass of her head hover so close, straining her eyes to keep the sight within her gaze. Those eyes were pools in of themselves, and those cheeks could be used as playgrounds if one pleased. The sheer size of the once smaller girl was now a turn on in of itself.
“The way I see it,” Applebloom began upon noticing the mare on her chest, leaning her head forward, bringing her lips inches away from her. “Is that you want all the same things we once had. Ya just want them a little differently. And I'm not gonna be like you. I'm gonna enjoy myself early.”
Applejack could barely raise her head. “And... what if I want those things with someone else?”
“Then you won't get the same feelin' you get when you're with me...” The tip of Applebloom's tongue poked out from her lips like a giant serpent. The mass of its front swept across the narrow plushness of the tender flesh. “But I'll make you a deal. You... help me with whatever this is. You enjoy yourself too while you're doing it.”
Applejack opened her mouth—but the gales of the filly's voice decimated her squeaks.
“Don't think now you'll suddenly be any good at lyin', sis.” The cliff of the ivory chin crashed into the field of the chest, setting the swells of those long lips closer, a tinge of red rising on their plumpest portion. “Why did you move around so much in my rump? Not many ponies would like being placed inside of there. But you sure did move around a lot.”
“Because you—“
“And when I rubbed you against my crotch earlier? How come you didn't move against that one bit? Face it, sis. Maybe you do like playin' with me like that after all.” Her grinned sprawled into a smile reaching the furthest portion of her muzzle. “You play with me now . Help me with this heat stuff. After that, if you don't like it... I'll take you back to Rainbow.” Her chin rubbed in place while her muzzle twisted. “That's what you want, don't ya?”
Was there any point in considering this? It didn't seem like an option existed regardless of the path she went. Plus... it was hard to fight stable burn licked across her legs. That expansion of heat welling beneath her skin. Or how she was in a bath, on the chest of a gigantic filly, one that was her sister, all with sex thickening the air.
Maybe if things were different, if she were better, steadfast, then things would and could have changed.
But Applejack accepted her fate. No more trying or words or fighting back what was to occur. Something within her, a deeper quality, long since repressed had now infected the rest. All she could do was submit. Do this deed not morally right. Something also disregarded by the other sister—so long as they could be together, and both of them genuinely craving such a thing, then she did not care what the world would see when it viewed the two.
It was her hooves that took her forward, now without the call of a threat, but done by her own volition. Applejack approached the welling of those juicy lips as they'd been lowered enough for her to reach. Both could easily take her size and, even with them bound together, was taller than her stature.
But the tiny mare lifted onto her hind legs and fell forward into the giant, pressed-together lips, sinking into their fluffiness. Their elasticity partly held her back, the warmth of their surface a pleasant glow on her skin. Giggles resounded from the cavern behind them.
The amusement of a filly that won.
The swollen pillows billowed beneath her frame. Some of their softness snaking against her chest and belly, kissing the place—like Applejack had done to her so many years ago. The contact was loving, the starting of a connection between them. Only now, however, it started a way to a different location.
Applejack couldn't see much through the golden locks strewn over her eyes. Only of the swell of the upper-lip rising and lowering nearly like a waterbed. Their plushness always kissed her skin without trying. Their warmth always warmed her in a way beyond temperature. And something else was beginning to build within her—the kind of build-up needing to be expressed before it exploded into something different.
Something big poked against her belly. Gravity changed, and Applejack clung all four limbs to the lips. The filly continued to giggle as her titanic head leaned back, forcing all the weight of the mare onto her lips. She sunk deeper into them. Her weight seemed delectable to the giant.
The lips then parted, slightly, though still massively to the tiny. Out from its depths came the pink of the serpent again. It poked against Applejack's belly and, if she acted on intrinsic, would have grappled to it instead. Rather it swept against the underside of her body. The taste of pumpkin coating her fuzz. Though the tongue dove to the place between her legs.
Applejack threw her head back and beat tiny hooves against the wide expanse of lips, the impacts nothing as they sunk mere inches into the clumps of softness, nothing but tickles to the giant. She clenched her hind legs together to bar the intruder—it dived inward all the same, parting her doughy thighs, finding the slit of an inch as a taste-bud crept inside.
The tiny mare lost. Her thighs wrapped against the velvety appendage, hugging it to the slope between her legs, pressing it tightly against her crotch. Its heat and moisture caused her hips to stride across it, a grind followed by another, losing her mind to the rhythm of her body.
Bloom watched with an arched eyebrow to the happenings of the little mare. Whenever she attacked her special place was when her body started to take over. It made sense. It felt mutually as good when she'd lodged her sister in her own personal chamber. That, and pleasure came that spot knowing she had stuck Applejack within the confines of her rump.
So all pleasure came from that place, and that most things were excused if one wanted to play with that spot with another—no matter the setting. Bloom kept clicking her tongue to strike that place, mindful of the different moans squeaking out, trying to net the ones that sounded pleasant—not the ones sounding pained.
While this was happening, however, one of her other hooves snaked down the length of her filly body. Creating waves in the water as caressed down the side of her stubby barrel. Touching herself didn't evoke any sensation. But imagination she was rubbing her tiny sister across her body, underwater, lit fires to the tips of her emerged furs.
The same kept true when that hoof reached her bottom. Not only was the angle different, but the touch didn't net the same pleasure as before. What gives? Applebloom contemplated the feeling of cutting a warm, slice of pie upon pulling back one of her flanks before.
But that was only she knew her sister was down there too, watching, knowing that her place was soon to be inside the giant butt once more. Her cheeks only became sensitive in knowing the minuscule body of her sister was struggling against them. Pleasure arose from that. But simply touching them now didn't do such a thing.
Bloom kept watching her sister. She'd closed her eyes when the rest of the tongue rose out from her lips, a broad spire composed of warm and wet flesh, the surface of which the tiny mare was riding against. Applejack had been lifted from the lips, holding to the tongue like it were some pole, kissing and filling her mouth with it, biting every now again—which, surprisingly, didn't hurt... but felt really good.
This sex stuff was weird.
But the filly was set to learn it. To understand it to understand her sister. In learning this, the two could be closer, in a way that was different but, ultimately, the same as what they once had before. Her hoof ceased playing with her butt when nothing rose from that. But the feeling of a tiny hanging from her tongue stroked fires beneath her underbelly.
Applebloom brushed a hoof to her crotch, stroking the spot, finding the source to the tingly sensation. While it felt good to touch that place. It... wasn't in the touching itself where bliss derived from. Rather in was resting her eyes on the tiny, in holding her up with her tongue, in seeing how vast her body looked in comparison. It was in the stoking to all of the above that numbing heat of utter euphoria causing her inner-thighs to twitch.
But the pleasure was spastic. Never concerted and coming all over the place. Bloom sloshed the back of her into the gaping waters at moves done wrong, pain mingled with pleasure, the wrong thing done at the right place. Her teacher was clinging to her tongue as she pleasured herself. That was only half of the deal there.
“Muawha!” Applebloom tilted her head forward against, retracting her tongue while bringing her lips together, using their spongy surface to push off the clinging mare. She'd caught her on their outer read and, in inching over her own chest, bloom spat her sister out. “For an apple—ya sure taste like a pumpkin.”
Meanwhile and diminished, a twitch rocked against Applejack's hips as she laid against the fluff, so close, so burning and full and ready for release—all for the giant to spit her out before climax. Hardly could she stand on legs wobbly, set to collapse. Her pussy quivering in need of release.
She'd been so close.
“Seems like you've been enjoying yourself,” Applebloom leaned back in the tub as her body overtook miles once more, a landscape of fur and chest becoming once more. Her head in the distance once more and watching on. “But don't forget you're supposed to be doin' the same for me. I still don't have a clue on what I'm supposed to be doin'!”
Applejack coughed as her mane was slick from saliva and made into a wall. She swung her head, allowing it to clump over her neck and onto her back. She gazed at the giant face of the filly—aware of the round cheeks fully red. “And just what are you expectin' of me then?”
The filly need not answer. Not when torrents of waterfalls crashed from behind. The tiny mare turned around on the chest, gazing over the expanse to the belly—where legs rose from the depths of the ocean. Same of the land in-between. Foliage of scarlet, dampened and darkened, from being submerged.
“You already know what to do down there, don't ya, sis?” Applebloom giggled while her other hoof sloshed out from the waters. She nudged its edge exactly into the backside of the mare. Only a little push forward. But the promise of force reminded the two who bore the power now. “Why don't ya go down there now and work your stuff? Better than me forcin' ya in there again.”
Applejack stumbled forward on her own, held by hesitance, forced to work through it all the same. She peered over her shoulder from the subtle grounding of the chest to the complete pudge of the vast belly. The filly's eyes were half-lidded, her grin a drunken smile, every few seconds her tongue taking a lick at them.
Her words had inferred so much more than the words spoken. The filly obviously had little issue with parting the lips of her pussy and stuffing the mare deeply inside of her herself. She'd pushed her into the crevice of her ass with ease. Bloom didn't fret taking control.
But that's not what she craved here. Applejack reached the where the pudge beneath her hooves slimmed into the smooth padding of the filly's groin. She paused only to drink in the sight. To stare up high at the many vines of rich reds. The base of the forest parted enough that, with a little force, she could push through.
“Don't think you'll be going around this part, sis.” The resulting giggle from the giant cause the ground beneath Applejack's hooves to rumble about. She was able to ride it out with ease. Though she stepped closer to the sprawling bush of her younger sister's crotch. “I... like the idea of seeing you go through there. But for a strong mare like you—it shouldn't be an issue, right? All you have to do is walk through all my little hairs there!”
That confirmed it! Applejack had no choice but to push forward, swatting aside pesky branches of wine upon settling into the base of the towering bush. The scent was richly Applebloom. A fragrance lightly of strawberries intermixed with the richness of musk. Everything consumed the mare as she disappeared into the depths of her sister's bush. She was left nearly wondering if she would come out on the other side.
What the tiny mare contemplated during her journey through the scarlet forest, however, was confidence her sister was gaining. Her mind focused on it while her body pushed through thick strands and hooves pushed away lighter ones in the way. Her sister had commanded this. Bloom wanted it. And she didn't have any fear in demanding it either.
That meant Bloom could have taken plucked her tiny tail between her teeth, part the folds of her crotch and simply let go. But asserting her power wasn't what she desired. Rather this wasn't about the filly simply throwing the mare into her snatch.
But getting Applejack to crawl inside of her own will.
She broke through to the other side with this in mind, feeling a thick shadow pass over her once more, glancing up to see the dome of hoof patting the ceiling of the fuzzy trees. The filly was pleased as she stroked the area. The place made more sensitive by little hooves travelling through it.
“Seems like you made it to the other side, sis ,” Bloom moaned the name than anything else. If saying of the word made her drunk on something related to it. Those hooves then dipped into the water on either side, swimming underneath the sea with ease, going to wrap underneath the legs and pushing against both thighs. “But now it's time you started making me feel good.”
Applejack turned to say something. The towering bush of red prevented any chance of that happening. Rather, in not wanting to risk the giant, she carried forward, careful for the slope of the crotch, spotting the start of two familiar mounds.
“Now, it's a bit harder for me to see you—but I'm gonna assume you're doing your best to make me feel good.” More drunken laughter as the monolithic body shifted within the seas, bringing dread to the little one. Applejack nearly craved to be inside the slit. It was better than going overboard. “Now, I promise not to do anything while you're there. Just gonna ride out everything you do the best I can. Kinda like what you were doin' on my tongue.”
Another moan came, low and longer in length, its pitch, threatening.
“B-But... since you're smaller now... y-you... may need to do a better job than you usually do.” Applejack came to the side of the bound slit, finding a familiar, fleshy boulder winking out from the hood. It was a nub fully exposed. “C-Cause if I don't feel you... and I'm already feeling really good myself... I-I... might send a hoof down there to help.”
Another giggle. “And you may not like having my hoof rub all over my privates. That's something you want to do all by yourself, right?”
Applejack nearly didn't consider the distant words as the protruding nub earned her gaze. Lying on her front, she edged left across the slope of the crotch. She was careful not to slip downward, for there was only one place where her actions could feel like a normal size mare doing them.
Upon reaching directly beneath the hood of the filly's clit, the tiny mare climbed toward it, coming to its underside curve. Trusting the grounding beneath her, Applejack rose onto her knees, hugging the underside of the fleshy object—much to the closing of the thighs around her.
“W-What was that !?” came the enthusiasm of the filly unaware of what was about to occur. Her thighs closed in like wobbly walls that darkened the world. Though no matter how much they closed, however, they came inches short of reaching the climbing mare. “K-Keep doin' it, sister! I-I didn't know... mhmhmmh ... y-you could still do things like this!”
Maybe it was in being ordered and lodged within filly butt that the competitive side of Applejack flourished to the surface. Even though her splayed body wrapped around the spread of the boulder of a clit, she bore amusement in being able to turn the power dynamic back around, of her every shimmy upward sending tremors for the thighs in the distance behind her.
Could she take it back here? Any dread of this being her younger sister left as the power play of sex returned. The completion embedded in pleasure constantly held between her and Rainbow Dash. It was a matter of who could win despite both achieving victory by the end. But something of that element now.
To show this massive filly who the real big sister was.
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.
The Littler, Now Bigger, Hornier Sister
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Epilogue
It could have been days. Maybe even weeks. Applejack had no clue how long she'd been stuck in the prison located inside the center of her sister's body. The distant heartbeat was a constant melody and everything outside came in muffled. Whenever the filly walked, the mare within endured the sway, unable to do a thing about it.
Until she'd been claimed, once more, into a tight, winding tunnel.
And then there was an opening. The poor mare raised her head as the whole world seemed to squat. She was thankful for the lack of anything that wasn't just the body of her sister. But in the distance, she watched as a hole opened wide—two sunny cheeks too bright on the eyes.
Applejack's miniature body was squeezed out from the hole, caught in her fall by the pert sunny globes, the ones that wobbled her momentum away. Though even at their closest touch she fell through their slit. Crashing and landing on a floor too vast to even comprehend its limited horizon.
The tiny mare gazed up to see the jiggle of the filly's cheeks, the massive butt having dished her out... how it connected to the rest of the monolithic mass hovering above. The back of Applebloom's head turned from up in the clouds, looking down, pleased with what she had just done with her sisters.
As well as the two other giants located in the room.
Applebloom was the first to turn and then fall onto her bottom, the thud and the crashing summon a sweeping of air. Far next to her, Sweetie belle did the same, landing, with Scootaloo doing the same from somewhere behind.
All of the fillies then pushed out their legs, spreading them apart, making it so their hooves all touched. They formed a triangle with their bodies alone. The towering size of their legs ensured the tiny mare wouldn't be able to escape.
The fillies all watched from above with amused expressions and glinting eyes. Each sat with their crotches fully exposed. The massive slits and differently coloured mounds marking every horizon. And while Applejack had a choice in which one to pick—her fate was that in always being devoured.
Author's Note
This, without a doubt, is my most fucked up story. Only a few of you will have made it to the ending of this tale. If you were willing to endure all of that... then maybe you are able to hear out the backstory of the writer.
Foalcon is not something for me. Even this story barely scratches such a thing. I know. The world ‘filly’ is used a lot where maybe I would have been better to use teenager. Maybe it’s all one in the same. Rest assured, however, Bloom is beyond a child in this fic.
I was at Bronycon during the time of the idea. There are two artists when it comes to macro/micro that I revere more than any region. NC MARES and Pony Throat. Both of them were swell to meet at the con. I grabbed everything I could from their booths.
Tsitra360, however, was running low on prints, as they should be when considering the excellent quality of their work when I’d arrived. I didn’t think much about what I was buying. Only that I was buying something from a legend, which they would sign, whom I could talk to for a second—the actual content was irrelevant. I would have bought everything if able.
It was only in bringing this piece home that something about it clicked in my skull. The piece is just brilliant. It is one of the few arts able to make one feel tiny, actually immersing them in that fantasy is where its brilliance lies. Applebloom and everything else looks so utterly gigantic—I know at once a story had to be written for it.
If it were not for the greatness of the art... I would never have written such a thing. But in so I then did. This story took a few tries to get right—and even then I failed in all my attempts. Considering the market of Fimfiction, I’d expected the story to do better... but it bombed.
But I was not writing for the attention, nor the praise—all things considering. Rather it was in following the feeling the cover caused... and then where it diverged. The theme of the story became: “Those who lose their will... are devoured by fate.” This is seen that, after submitting, Applejack is then eaten by her sister.
I wish I could say there was pride in writing this story. But no such success will I dare to claim from it. The story wasn’t for me, and the writing behind it proves it. The matter simply isn’t to my taste, and it’s a subject too taboo for my liking. But when I saw the art, I said I would write a story for it.
And sometimes that’s all there is too it.
Later, gang.
Yr. Pal, B
