Author's Note

Chapter contains: Human/Humanized, Incest, Unrealistic Anatomy, Harem/Polygamy, (MFF) Threesome, Handjob, Fingering, Oral Sex (Blowjob, Cunnilingus)

Bonding

“Well...there she is,” I said, a hint of disappointment in my voice.

“It...has been a while since anyone’s been here,” Applejack said, sounding as unenthusiastic as I did.

“It seems...smaller than I remember,” said Apple Bloom.

My sisters and I were standing in a part of the orchard near the outer edge of Sweet Apple Acres. My family rarely came out to the spot; the apple trees were too few and far between to be worth the time to harvest them. There was, however, one tree in the area which had been the focus of a significant amount of attention from us over the years, a tree which we were standing beneath the branches of, looking up at. The tree in question was huge, being twice the size of the next largest tree nearby by volume, and was several feet taller. It bore fruit, just like every other apple tree in the orchard, but its mighty limbs stretched so high and far across that we never bothered to pick them. What made this particular tree so particularly important was the old wooden treehouse built into it.

The treehouse was a small, rectangular building with a gable roof resting in the branches of the tree a few yards above the ground. The platform it was built on jutted out several feet to the treehouse’s left, creating a small, railed balcony. A wooden ramp led up to the platform on the side where the front door was. There were three rectangular windows built into the treehouse’s walls, one on the left, one on the right, and one above the front door. The door, as well as the exterior window shutters, had heart-shaped holes cut into them for decoration and for light. The roof had been built around a large branch of the tree which grew right through its upper edge.

Looking up at the treehouse might have filled me with a profound sense of nostalgia and childlike joy if not for the sorry state it was in. Its walls, once painted in a friendly peach color, had been worn down by years of wind, rain, and sun, the paint faded and cracked all over. The roof sagged visibly in places, the wood having rotted over time. The windows were coated with dust, and the shutters hung from rusted hinges. As a gentle wind whistled through the orchard, I heard the treehouse creak and moan, as if even such a minor stimulus might be enough to send it toppling down.

I slowly approached the base of the ramp, cautiously sticking out a foot and stepping onto it. The wood creaked worryingly under the pressure, but after taking a moment to test its strength, I was fairly confident that it would be able to support us. Cautiously, I made my way up the ramp, Applejack and Apple Bloom following behind me. The ramp wobbled and creaked a bit as we walked up it, but otherwise stood firm. When the three of us were standing before the door, I reached out towards the rusty door handle and took hold of it, tentatively pulling the door open.

If the exterior of the treehouse had been disheartening, then the interior was downright depressing. The room was largely empty, the old floorboards covered by nothing but a few random bits of garbage, a thick layer of dust and dirt, and a couple of small, empty crates. The dirty windows, framed by old, moth-eaten curtains, let in a paltry amount of sunlight, keeping the room dim, which only made it look more dingy. Large cobwebs decorated the corners of the room, looking as dilapidated and abandoned as the treehouse. A displeasing smell reached my nose; it smelled as if the air itself had grown old and rotten along with the treehouse. The three of us slowly entered, the gloomy atmosphere filling me with melancholy.

“How long has it been, Apple Bloom?” Applejack said softly.

Apple bloom sighed and shook her head. “I dunno,” she said, looking about the room. “Years, I reckon. Not since my friends and I decided that...hangin’ out in treehouses was for little kids.” She spoke her last words quietly, as if she was afraid to let them be heard even by herself.

Applejack walked over to one of the windows, using the curtains to wipe away some of the grime on the glass and let more light in. “Funny how things change, isn’t it?” she said, a small smile appearing on her lips. “Seems like only yesterday you three were in here comin’ up with all sorts of harebrained schemes to get your cutie marks. Seems like only yesterday I was up here with my friends.”

“Why’d y’all stop usin’ it?” asked Apple Bloom, looking over at her.

Applejack chuckled softly. “Same reason as you, I suppose,” she said. “We were growin’ up. We didn’t have as much time to spend hangin’ out up here. Rarity was really gettin’ into her fashion stuff around then. She’d spend most of her free time workin’ on whatever fancy new outfit she was makin’. Pinkie was spendin’ more and more time workin’ with the Cakes at Sugarcube Corner. I still don’t how that girl managed to juggle school, her apprenticeship, and find the time to plan birthday parties for half the town.”

“What about you?” asked Apple Bloom.

Applejack took a moment before responding, her smile fading. “Well...I needed to help out around the farm more,” she said. “I needed to help pick up pick up the slack...what with Dad gone.”

“Oh,” said Apple Bloom, looking away.

“Although,” Applejack continued, looking over at me, “I’m surprised you and your friends never started usin’ it after us.”

I looked over at her, my mouth stretching into a sheepish smile. “Well...we didn’t really want to,” I said. “In our minds, this was ‘the girls’ clubhouse’. We didn’t wanna risk....catchin’ your...cooties.” My gaze dropped to the floor, and I felt my cheeks grown warm.

An awkward silence passed as my sisters stared at me. Suddenly, Apple Bloom cracked a grin and let out a torrent of girlish giggling. Applejack followed suit, her wistful expression brightening and hearty chuckles flowing from her lips. Their laughter gradually lifted the dour mood we had been in, which in turn allowed them to laugh even harder. Even though they were laughing at my youthful foolishness, I couldn’t help but join in, chuckling warmly and smiling. The treehouse was soon filled with the sounds of mirth, the likes of which the old building had not heard in many years. As we were slowly consumed by our ever-increasing laughter, I reached out and pulled Applejack in for a hug, Apple Bloom quickly joining us.

In that moment, with our faces nuzzled together and our arms wrapped around each other, everything else was forgotten. For a brief moment, the dark, dirty room felt clean and bright again, just as it had been all those years ago. Instead of seeing them as the adults they were, I saw my sisters as they had been back then, full of girlish joy. I saw Apple Bloom and her friends excitedly planning which activity they would try next to get their cutie marks. I heard Applejack and her friends laughing and hurling playful taunts at me and my friends whenever we happened to pass by. But as our laughter slowly faded, so too did the memories, and soon, the three of us were back in the present, still standing in the old, empty husk of the place that had once been so full of life.

When the room had fallen quiet yet again, Applejack looked me in the eye and smiled. “I guess we’ve all done a bit of growin’ up, haven’t we?” she said.

“Yeah,” I said. “But just ‘cause we’re all grown up...doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy the things we did when we were kids.”

Apple Bloom’s gaze dropped, seeming to consider something for a moment. “You’re right,” she said, looking back up at me and smiling.

“So what do you say, girls?” I said, smiling at both of them. “You wanna give it a shot?”

“Absolutely!” said Applejack, an excited gleam in her eye.

“Let’s do it!” said Apple Bloom, looking at Applejack and I. “Together.”

“Alrighty then,” I said, giving each of my sisters a quick peck on the lips. “‘Operation: Fix Up the Old Treehouse’ is a go!”

I couldn’t remember whose idea it had been to fix up the treehouse. It had been a few days after Applejack and I had started letting Apple Bloom come to our little “R and R” sessions. Apple Bloom had been getting more and more comfortable being around us and taking part in our lovemaking, but she had been hesitant to move on to more serious things. Normally, she would merely hump one of us or touch herself as Applejack and I did what we normally did. We had, of course, offered to pleasure her ourselves, but she had politely declined every time. Applejack and I had gotten the impression that she was holding herself back, but we did not want to make her uncomfortable, so we did not press her about it.

In the aftermath of one of our little get-togethers, we had been cuddling on the grass together, talking with each other about all the little things going on in our lives. When Apple Bloom had started talking about her friends, the conversation had naturally flowed to the club they had once formed together and the clubhouse they had once used. Realizing that the old treehouse was still standing in the same old tree on the far side of the farm, we decided to head over and take a look at it when we had the time. When we realized that the place would probably be in need of significant repair after lying unused for so many years, we had considered fixing it up as something for the three of us to do together. After seeing the place for ourselves, and seeing just how bad it had gotten, none of us was opposed to the idea.

Over the next few weeks, Applejack, Apple Bloom and I spent almost all of our free time at the treehouse, doing whatever we could to turn it back into the friendly place it had once been. Much of the wood making up its structure had been there since it had first been built all those years ago, back when Applejack was just a little girl. After years of exposure to the elements, much of it had grown weak and unstable, and so had to be replaced. The roof had to be repaired, several of the platform supports replaced, and the ramp had to be rebuilt from the ground up. Luckily, the Apple family was not exactly short on wood.

After ensuring that the structure would not simply fall out of the tree or come crashing down on our heads, we got to work on the homier parts of the project. With much effort, the dirty windows were scrubbed clean, once again letting light flow unimpeded into the interior. The door and shutters were re-hung on new hinges which did not squeak horribly when we moved them. After scraping off much of the old, cracked paint, we applied a new coat, giving the treehouse the bright, cheery look it had had once upon a time. It was not an enjoyable task to sweep out and scrub the interior, but with the three of us working together, it went by fairly quickly.

One of the good things about living in a house as old as ours was that the attic was full of old household items and furniture, some of which we borrowed to decorate our new home-away-from-home. We rolled out a large, thick carpet over the floorboards, thinking ahead to when the cold weather would turn them as cold as ice. An old mattress made a welcome addition to the treehouse, after we had thoroughly cleaned it and wrapped it in fresh sheets, of course. We found a small wood stove as well, which we placed in the corner to keep the room warm on cold days. A few old chairs provided us with a place sit when we wouldn’t be making use of the mattress, which we all admitted would probably not be that often. With the addition of new curtains for the windows and a door lock, the room would be more than suitable for whatever private activities we might want to use it for.

As the treehouse slowly returned to the bright and cheery state it had been in years ago, so too did Apple Bloom. She and I spent many hours working side-by-side on the renovation, quality time the likes of which we had not spent together in many years. Even though we had already begun to get closer physically, we both needed time to get closer emotionally as well, admittedly. After years of her bitter feelings towards me, and years of my relative apathy towards her, it was a slow and awkward process for both of us to change our ways. We both tried our hardest, however, her acting more cordial around Applejack and I, and me conveying my love and appreciation for her whenever I could. Something we were doing must have payed off, as she smiled more often, spoke with us more lovingly, and looked at us more kindly as time passed.

On the last day of renovation, Applejack and I stood at the bottom of the tree, looking up at the product of our labor with satisfaction. Apple Bloom was leaning out of the attic window, watering the flowers that she had planted in the window planter. She had a contented smile on her face, the type of smile I had rarely seen on her over the past several years. While we had been working on renovating the treehouse, the tree itself had gone through some changes as well. The coming of autumn had left its mark on the tree’s leaves, their deep green color being replaced almost overnight by shades of yellow and orange.

“She’s a beaut’,” I said absentmindedly.

“You mean the treehouse...or your sister?” asked Applejack, giving me a teasing look.

I looked over at her, smiling. “Both, I suppose,” I said.

Placing an arm around each other, we approached the treehouse, walking up the now-sturdy ramp and entering through the front door, wiping our feet on the welcome mat. The air inside was nice and toasty, the stove having been lit a little while before to warm up the room. My eyes reflexively wandered up the length of the stove pipe we had installed to properly ventilate the stove, checking for leaks. As I sat down in the large, comfy chair that I had claimed as mine, Applejack took another piece of wood from the small woodpile in the corner and threw it on the fire. Apple Bloom came into view as she descended the ladder leading up to the attic, quickly joining us. My sisters were soon seated in their own chairs and the three of us breathed a collective sigh of relief.

“I guess that’s it then,” said Applejack, looking around the room with a smile on her face.

“Yep,” I said.

“I’m glad we did this,” said Apple Bloom, a bittersweet look on her face. “And I’m glad we did it together.”

“We wouldn’t’ve done it any other way,” I said, smiling at her.

Applejack lifted her legs up one by one and swiftly removed her boots, setting them aside. Leaning back in her chair, she stretched out her legs into the middle of the circle our chairs were arranged in and flexed her feet. Following her example, Apple Bloom and I removed our own boots and stretched out our legs between us as well. Flashing me a grin, Applejack reached out a foot towards one of mine and gently stroked it, caressing my arch and the ball of my foot with her toes. Giving her a playful look, I reached out with my own feet and massaged hers as well. Soon after, Apple Bloom tentatively stretched her feet out towards ours, and we welcomed her into our gentle game of footsie. As our sock-covered toes wriggled and tickled each other, the three of us exchanged decreasingly innocent looks.

“So, girls,” I said eventually, “what do you say we break in that mattress back there?”

“Well, that took all of two minutes,” said Apple Bloom teasingly.

“Oh, hush!” said Applejack with a smile. “It was your idea to haul that thing up here in the first place.”

“I also had a heck of a time keepin’ you two off of it while we were workin’!” said Apple Bloom.

Apple Bloom wasn’t entirely joking. While we had worked on the treehouse, Applejack and I had spent significantly less time in each other’s arms, mostly by our own choice. While we had tended to each other’s needs with quickies every once in a while, we had not taken the time to properly enjoy ourselves for weeks. We had held ourselves back out of a desire to finish our cozy little sanctuary before the autumn chill arrived. Occasionally, we had been tempted to take the day off and “test out” the room before we were finished, but Apple Bloom had always been there to keep us from getting distracted.

“Well, we’re not workin’ now, are we?” I said.

Applejack chuckled softly. “No, we ain’t,” she said slowly, pulling her feet back and rising up out of her chair. She approached my chair and took hold of my hand, gently, but firmly, pulling me up to my feet as well. “C’mon, sugarcube. I’ve been waitin’ for this.”

As we put our arms around each other and leaned in for a kiss, Apple Bloom chuckled and shook her head, standing up as well. The three of us quickly locked the door and closed the curtains, leaving the room lit solely by the dim, warm light of the stove. Making our way to the back of the room, where we had placed the large mattress, the three of us threw ourselves down upon it, embracing each other while we giggled and kissed. In between sticking our tongues into each other’s mouths, we helped each other undress, three sets of clothing soon being tossed unceremoniously onto the floor around us.

I was lying back on the plush pillows we had brought up along with the mattress, sharing a three-way kiss with my sisters and feeling their soft, warm bodies rub up against mine, when Apple Bloom suddenly pulled back. “Hey, guys?” she said softly.

Applejack broke off our kiss and looked over at her. “Yeah, Apple Bloom?” I said, smiling warmly at her.

“Before we get started...I just wanted to tell you both somethin’,” said Apple Bloom.

“Go ahead,” said Applejack, smiling, “we’re all ears.”

Apple Bloom looked at each of us, a soft smile appearing on her lips. “I just wanted to say...thank you,” she said. “Thank you...for everythin’ you’ve done for me over the past few weeks. You guys gave me a second chance, even though you didn’t have to. You let me be a part of your relationship, and you definitely didn’t have to do that. You even helped me rebuild my old clubhouse; I can’t tell you how much that means to me. Bein’ in here again...and bein’ here with you two...it just makes me so happy. I takes me back to when...we were all one big, happy family.”

“You don’t have to thank us for all that,” said Applejack, giving Apple Bloom a gentle peck on her cheek, “because we are one big, happy family. You’re our sister, and we’d do anythin’ to make you happy.”

“I know you would,” said Apple Bloom. “And that’s why...that’s why I wanna make you two happy too. You both have been so nice to me, offerin’ to...do things for me. I know I’ve been a bit...shy about movin’ on to other things, but that’s mainly because...I felt like I didn’t deserve it. I’ve been feelin’ like a third wheel around you two, buttin’ in on somethin’ you two already had goin’ on. On top of that, I don’t anythin’ about...doin’ the sort of things you two do; not in practice, anyway. I didn’t want you to have to slow down just so I could keep up. I didn’t wanna ask you to do things for me when I couldn’t do the sorta things you’d want me to do for you.”

“Oh, sugarcube, you shouldn’t be frettin’ over that,” said Applejack, giving Apple Bloom a hug. “Neither of us knew what we were doin’ when we first started; we had to figure things out together. We had to take time to learn from each other and learn about ourselves. If you wanna learn how to do what we do, we’ll show you, but you have to let us show you. We’ll let you in, but you have to wanna be in, and you have to stop tellin’ yourself you don’t deserve it.”

“I...I wanna learn,” said Apple Bloom. “I wanna be able to do things for you two...and I want you to do things for me. Show me how to be a part of what you have. Please.”

“Of course we will,” I said, giving her a peck on the cheek. “We’ll teach you whatever you want to learn.”

“We’ll show you how to do things for us,” said Applejack, “but you have to let us do things for you too. Deal?”

Apple Bloom sighed happily. “Deal,” she said, giving each of us a quick kiss to deal the promise.

“Okay, Apple Bloom,” I said, a devilish grin creeping onto my lips, “first lesson: how to make your big sister squeal.” In one swift motion, I summoned my strength and grabbed my sisters, rolling the three of us over so that Applejack ended up on her back with Apple Bloom and I lying on top of her. “Hold her down!” Applejack was caught off guard by my attack, but Apple Bloom didn’t miss a beat, immediately springing into action and helping me pin Applejack’s limbs to the mattress.

“You dirty snake!” said Applejack, smiling widely.

“You should watch what you call someone who knows your weaknesses,” I said, looking down on her with a hungry gleam in my eye. I turned my gaze towards Apple Bloom, who was smiling and giggling as well. “She likes to be on the bottom...and she likes to be tickled.”

Applejack’s eyes widened, and the smile on her lips disappeared faster than a flash of lightning. “Really?” said Apple Bloom slowly, her lips stretching into a sinister smile. “Interestin'.” She looked down on Applejack like a predator looking down on its captured prey.

“N-Now hang on, Apple Bloom!” said Applejack, her confidence having vanished from her tone. “Let’s be reasonable here. We’re all just...playin’ around, right?” I got up on my hand and knees, taking hold of Applejack’s arms firmly and holding them down on the mattress above her head, exposing the smooth skin of her underarms.

Apple Bloom moved underneath me, giving her unrestricted access to Applejack’s upper body. “Of course, sis,” she said, advancing on the damsel in distress like a true mustache-twirling villain. “We’re just...playin’ around.”

While I was positioned above Applejack, holding her arms and legs down with my own limbs, Apple Bloom lied down on top of her, squishing their breasts together and bringing her face in close to hers. Applejack watched in anticipation as Apple Bloom raised her hand and lightly touched her neck. “A-Apple Bloom, what are you...?” said Applejack, her tone conveying more than a little bit of worry.

Applejack kept her eyes glued on Apple Bloom’s fingers as they slowly traced a path down her neck, over her collarbone, across her chest, before ending up at her underarm. Apple Bloom held one of her fingers just above Applejack’s soft, sensitive skin, letting it hang there menacingly for a tense moment. Suddenly, the finger swooped in, delivering a quick, light stroke to the area. Applejack flinched, inhaling sharply in response to even that minor stimulus. “Oh, I’m gonna enjoy this,” whispered Apple Bloom, licking her grinning lips.

Apple Bloom raised her other hand up to Applejack’s other armpit, letting it hover there just like its counterpart. “Apple Bloom, hang on a minu—” began Applejack, but her words were abruptly cut off by a howl of laughter as Apple Bloom simultaneously dug all ten of her fingers into her tender, vulnerable flesh, tickling her vigorously. Apple Bloom assaulted the armpits with no restraint or mercy, coaxing Applejack into a screaming mess in mere moments. Applejack squirmed and thrashed about as booming laughter flowed from her lips, but with both Apple Bloom and me holding her in place, she wasn’t going anywhere.

My lips slowly stretched into a smile, Applejack’s pleasured exclamations sounding as sweet to my ears as the finest music. As the seconds dragged on, however, I noticed Applejack’s breathing becoming labored and realized that she was in need of respite. “Make sure you give her a break every once in a while,” I said, leaning in close to Apple Bloom’s ear and speaking loudly enough to be heard over the gale of laughter filling the room. A few seconds later, Apple Bloom withdrew her hands, the tickling stopping as abruptly as it had begun. The sensory assault ended, Applejack lied limply beneath us, breathing heavily.

Apple Bloom leaned in and pressed her lips against Applejack’s, the two of them exchanging gentle smooches. “Tickle her gently while she catches her breath,” I said to Apple Bloom. Following my instructions, Apple Bloom lowered her fingers to Applejack’s skin once again, stroking it just strongly enough to produce an effect. Applejack giggled and chuckled lightly as they continued to kiss, Apple Bloom tracing circles and figure-eights on her skin. Eventually, Applejack’s breathing returned to a somewhat normal intensity, and Apple Bloom broke their kiss, readying herself for another assault.

The second wave of tickling was even faster and more ferocious than the first. Apple Bloom moved like a machine, quickly feeling out Applejack’s most sensitive spots and taking full advantage of them. “Get her sides too!” I said. A moment later, Apple Bloom’s fingers began slowly wandering downward, tickling their way to the sides of Applejack’s stomach. The redirection of the assault produced a noticeable change in Applejack. Her laughter seemed to change in tone, sounding deeper and more breathy than before. Her body language changed as well, her wiggling now directed side-to-side, rather than up-and-down.

When Applejack once again became short of breath and small tears appeared in her eyes, Apple Bloom stopped her assault, letting her recover. For several minutes, Apple Bloom continued to toy with Applejack, repeating the cycle of vicious tickling followed by a gentle recovery period. Eventually, Apple Bloom lowered her head and took one of Applejack’s nipples into her mouth, sucking on it as she tickled. Seeing an opportunity to get in on the action, I lowered my head to Applejack’s other breast and took the unoccupied nipple into my mouth, licking and sucking it. Our new assault had a noticeable effect on Applejack, her laughter being joined by the noises of more carnal pleasure.

As Apple Bloom and I coaxed Applejack’s nipples to their full stiffness, Apple Bloom’s fingers gradually slowed and eventually came to a rest, lightly caressing Applejack’s breasts. The tickling ended, Applejack’s moans were able to flow forth freely, growing louder and longer. After a minute more of teasing, I pulled my head from her breast, the suction creating a loud popping noise as my lips left her skin. “I think she’s ready,” I whispered to Apple Bloom, who released the breast she was sucking on and grinned at me.

I released my hold on Applejack, who continued to lie where she was, too exhausted to flee even if she had wanted to. Apple Bloom and I slowly kissed our way down Applejack’s breasts, across her toned stomach, and finally to her plump, moist pussy. Apple Bloom stared at the leaking lips excitedly, her smile slowly widening. “Just follow my lead,” I whispered, making sure Apple Bloom was watching me before I continued.

Leaning in towards Applejack’s nearest thigh, I planted a series of gentle kisses at the spot where it met her hips, slowly working my way inward. After seeing what I was doing, Apple Bloom pressed her own lips against Applejack’s skin, slowly kissing her way towards our target. As we drew closer and closer, Applejack whimpered and moaned with increasing desperation, reaching down and placing a hand on Apple Bloom’s head and mine, running her fingers through our hair. Eventually, we made it to Applejack’s thick, puffy lips, and together, Apple Bloom and I gave them a long, firm kiss, each of us taking one side. Applejack’s hips bucked reflexively and a breathy, stuttering moan escaped her lips.

Apple Bloom and I exchanged a quick look, grinning at each other like thieves about to rob a vault. Turning my attention back to the moist lips before me, I stuck out my tongue and placed it at the bottom of the valley that ran between them. Pressing myself against them firmly, but gently, I ever-so-slowly licked my way upwards, lapping up the warm juices that coated her skin. Applejack’s chest rose and fell rapidly as her breathing quickened, accompanied by small whimpers. Inch by inch I went, until eventually, I reached the top, withdrawing my tongue into my mouth and savoring the taste of her sweet nectar. After I swallowed down the last drop, I pulled my head back slightly and turned to Apple Bloom. “Have a taste,” I whispered, smiling at her.

Gulping, Apple Bloom slowly leaned in, her face replacing mine. Doing as I had done, she stuck out her tongue and slowly licked her way up the length of Applejack’s lips, eliciting yet more whimpers from her. When she too finished her journey up, Apple Bloom pulled her tongue back into her mouth, closing her eyes and swirling her tongue around her mouth. Her lips slowly stretched into a smile and she hummed as if she were tasting some delicious dessert. After a few moments, she swallowed, opening her eyes and mouth again afterward. “She tastes so good,” she whispered, more to herself than to me.

The two of us spent another few minutes teasing Applejack, taking turns licking our way up her moist lips. With each lick, Apple Bloom grew bolder, her tongue moving faster and digging into the tender flesh more forcefully. I increased the speed of my own licks to keep up, and eventually, the two of us ended up with our faces pressed together and our mouths latched onto Applejack’s lips, our tongues frantically lapping up her juices and sharing them with one another in a sloppy kiss. Applejack gripped our heads tightly as we pleasured her, a constant stream of moans flowing from her mouth. By the time Apple Bloom and I finally pulled back, sharing one last sloppy kiss, Applejack was breathing like she had just run a race.

“You ready to finish her off?” I whispered, Apple Bloom nodding dreamily in reply. Placing my thumbs on Applejack’s lips, I gently pushed them apart, exposing her glistening, pink folds. I looked back at Apple Bloom, who was staring at Applejack’s pussy with wide eyes. “I normally use two fingers, but your hands are smaller than mine; try using three.” Apple Bloom gulped, then slowly brought up one of her hands, pressing three of her slender, feminine fingers against Applejack’s entrance. She looked at me for confirmation; I smiled at her and nodded, giving her the go-ahead. Taking a deep breath, she fixed her eyes on Applejack’s pussy, then slowly pushed her fingers inside.

As inch after inch of Apple Bloom’s fingers disappeared inside of her, Applejack shuddered and moaned, gripping our hair tightly. “She’s so tight,” whispered Apple Bloom, visibly straining to force her fingers through the iron grip of Applejack’s inner walls. I egged her on, and she kept going until her knuckles made contact with Applejack’s plump lips. Apple Bloom paused a moment, visibly marveling at the fact that she had her fingers inside her big sister’s pussy, then slowly pulled her them back out. As they emerged, I saw the digits were coated in Applejack’s juices, which made it all the easier for them to slide back out. Apple Bloom stopped when only the tips of her fingers remained inside, then reversed course and began her journey back in.

Over the next few minutes, Apple Bloom continued to finger Applejack, with me watching closely and guiding her. “Don’t be afraid to go fast,” I whispered as she gradually increased the speed of her thrusts. “She can take it.” When Apple Bloom had worked her way up to a nice, confident pace, I helped her locate Applejack’s most sensitive spots, instructing her to focus on those. “You can suck on her clit too, just be gentle.” Keeping her fingers in motion, Apple Bloom leaned in and took Applejack’s little nub in her mouth, massaging it with her tongue. Applejack had already been moaning and grunting constantly, but this made her let out a prolonged howl of pleasure.

I watched over Apple Bloom until I felt that she was capable of handling things down below on her own. “Keep it up,” I whispered, giving her a peck on the cheek. Pushing myself up on my hands and knees, I crawled further up Applejack’s body, bringing my face level with her breasts. Taking one of her thick, pink nipples in my mouth and the other between my fingers, I teased and tweaked them gently, Applejack pressing my face deeply into her soft flesh. The added stimulation of the multi-front assault seemed to have its intended effect, Applejack’s moaning increasing in speed and volume to the point where I knew she would soon be reaching the end of her endurance.

After only a minute more, my assumption was proven to be correct. Applejack’s pleasured vocalizations, a blended mixture of moans, grunts, and half-intelligible attempts at calling out our names, finally crescendoed into a long, drawn out scream of ecstasy. Her strong hands pressed both Apple Bloom’s face and my own against her skin, smothering me in one of her massive breasts. An intense shiver swept through her body, her hips bucking violently and her limbs quaking. Apple Bloom and I kept up our assault as Applejack rode out the waves of her orgasm, not stopping until her body fell limply onto the mattress and her hold on us slackened.

I slowly raised my head and released Applejack’s breast, smiling at the look of satisfaction on her face. Turning and looking downward, I saw that Apple Bloom had her mouth glued to Applejack’s pussy, desperately lapping up the juices that flowed it. “Save some for me,” I chuckled, spinning around and bringing my face in close to hers. A moment later, Apple Bloom lifted her head and pressed her lips against mine, forming a tight seal between our mouths. I sent my tongue into her mouth, lapping up some of the copious amount of Applejack’s fluids that she had collected. We wallowed in it, letting it coat every inch of our mouths, before distributing it fairly evenly and finally swallowing it down.

Our lips parted, the two of us exchanging a quick peck as we pulled our heads back. I gave Apple Bloom a warm smile; she responded with a nervous grin, the reality of what she had just done sinking in. “So, uh...how’d I do?” she asked hesitantly.

I chuckled softly, taking a quick look at the exhausted Applejack. “Well, from the look of things, I’d say you did a pretty good job,” I said. “What do you think, AJ?”

Applejack nodded her head, not even having the strength to raise it off of the pillow. “Yeah,” she breathed, a weary smile on her face. “She was...she was great.”

I chuckled again, looking at Apple Bloom and jerking my head towards Applejack, motioning her to follow me up. Together, we crawled up Applejack’s body and brought our faces in close to hers, wrapping her in a gentle embrace. Leaning in, the three of us exchanged a series of short, light smooches while Applejack recovered her strength. When Applejack’s tired eyelids finally drifted open, she smiled at us, joining us in a light giggle. “Thanks, you two,” she said. “I needed that.”

“You got it in you to keep goin’?” I said teasingly. “You’re lookin’ pretty beat.”

“Oh, I ain’t outta this rodeo yet!” Applejack said, giving me a playfully intense look. “Besides, someone’s gotta show Apple Bloom how to deal with a low-down, dirty varmint like you!”

With that, Applejack lunged at me, pressing her lips against mine and kissing me energetically. Apple Bloom quickly joined in on the kiss, and together, the two of them threw their weight against me, rolling me onto my back. They were quick to crawl on top of me and use their combined body weight to hold me down; although, it’s not as if I was planning on going anywhere anyway. My sister’s wild kisses eventually left my lips, gradually moving down my body. My skin became wet with their saliva as they slowly kissed their way down my neck and across my chest to my stomach, where they came face-to-face with my stiff member.

Applejack was predictably unperturbed at the sight of it; Apple Bloom, however, stopped in place, staring down at it with her face just a few scant inches above it. I felt her warm, moist breaths flow from her open mouth, drifting down and lightly caressing my sensitive skin. Applejack took notice of her, smiling and chuckling at Apple Bloom’s awestruck expression. “Go ahead,” she said softly, gently taking hold of my shaft and angling it upwards, perpendicular to my body. “It ain’t gonna bite you.”

Apple Bloom continued to stare at the pillar of masculine flesh before her for a moment, then closed her mouth and gulped. Tentatively, she leaned her head in, slowly bringing her lips closer and closer to my head. It probably only took a few seconds for her to cross the distance, but the anticipation and my intense arousal made it feel to me like whole minutes were passing. Taking one last deep breath, Apple Bloom closed her eyes, puckered her lips, and pressed them against my tip. The feeling of her soft, warm, wet lips against my skin was heavenly, and the sight of my beautiful little sister performing such an intimate act only added to the experience.

After a couple of blissful seconds, Apple Bloom pulled back, opening her eyes and smiling. Seemingly satisfied, Applejack leaned in and pressed her own lips against my tip, their familiar touch feeling no less satisfying than Apple Bloom’s. As she planted a series of gentle kisses on me, Apple Bloom leaned back in, adding her own lips to the mix. I watched in a strange sort of aroused awe as my sisters slowly kissed their way down my length, exchanging quick smooches with each other along the way. Each minute touch of their skin on mine sent a small tingle of pleasure racing through me, slowly burying my mind in a warm blanket of lust.

By the time they had reached my base and moved on to gently kissing and licking my balls, I was breathing heavily. When Applejack wrapped her fingers around my shaft, taking it in her strong, but gentle grip, I let out a soft moan. She slowly moved her hand up and down, rhythmically pumping me as they continued to tease my balls. “If you really wanna make him feel good,” whispered Applejack a few moments later, “try suckin’ on them.” To demonstrate, Applejack opened her mouth wide and wrapped her lips around one of my balls, taking it into her mouth. After watching her, Apple Bloom attempted to follow suit, taking my other ball into her own mouth.

The feeling of being drawn into their hot, wet mouths was incredible even before they started using their tongues. The more experienced Applejack went at the task with confidence and finesse, gently sucking me in and massaging me in all the right places. Apple Bloom, predictably, was not quite as skilled, but was not lacking in enthusiasm. She started out taking short, awkward licks, but soon learned to take her time, feeling out the texture and consistency of my tender flesh. I laid there with a stupid grin on my face, looking down on my sisters while they nuzzled their faces together and pleasured me with their mouths. When I reached down and placed a hand on each of their heads, gently stroking them, they opened their eyes, peering up over my hips and giving me sultry gazes.

For a couple of minutes, they continued to tease me while Applejack slowly increased the speed of her pumping. The rising intensity of her motions was accompanied by a corresponding increase in my vocalizations, soft grunts and moans flowing freely from my mouth by the time she got up to her normal speed. Eventually, Applejack pulled back and opened her eyes, my wet ball popping out of her mouth. “Alright,” she whispered to Apple Bloom, “now that we got him warmed up, I’ll show you how to finish him off.” As Apple Bloom released my other ball and raised her head up, Applejack’s pumping quickly ground to a halt, leaving me aching for more.

“Go ahead,” said Applejack, holding up my member for Apple Bloom. “You try.” Apple Bloom’s gaze shifted from Applejack to my member, and she tentatively reached a hand out towards it. Her fingers slowly wrapped around my shaft, grasping it loosely. “You gotta hold it a little tighter than that.” Taking the advice a bit too much to heart, Apple Bloom sharply increased the strength of her grip, the uncomfortable increase in pressure making we wince and grunt. “Careful now!”

Startled by my reaction and Applejack’s exclamation, Apple Bloom immediately released me and jerked her hand back. “I-I’m sorry!” she said, looking up at me with a panicked expression.

I took a few deep breaths, the pain vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. “It’s alright,” I said, giving her a smile.

“You gotta be gentle with him,” said Applejack in a stern, yet comforting tone.

Apple Bloom looked back down at my member, reaching for it even more cautiously than the first time. This time, after wrapping her hand around me, she increased the strength of her grip slowly, eventually stopping when she reached around the same level of tightness Applejack normally used. She quickly looked back up at me; I smiled and gave her a supportive nod, which seemed to calm her somewhat.

“Now, just move your hand up and down, all the way,” said Applejack, speaking in a slow, soft voice. Apple Bloom did as she instructed, slowly drawing her hand up my shaft to my head before sending it back down to my base. Her movements were jerky and awkward, but her inexperience was endearing in a way, almost cute. Applejack smiled lovingly and placed a hand on top of Apple Bloom’s, helping her adjust her stroking. With the added help, Apple Bloom quickly got into the groove of things, her firm, but gentle touch sending me back into the lustful daze I had been in a minute earlier.

“You wanna start slow,” said Applejack, “but you gotta work your way up to a good pace, or else he’ll never finish.” Ever the good student, Apple Bloom gradually quickened her pumping, working her way up to speed. Applejack eventually withdrew her hand, Apple Bloom managing to keep up her steady pace all on her own. Her hands did not remain idle for long though, as she soon reached down and cupped my balls in a firm, but gentle grip, massaging them softly. The combined efforts of both of my sisters’ hands sent powerful waves of pleasure flowing through me, sweeping me away like a receding tide.

After a minute or two of listening to my breathy grunts and deep moans, Applejack decided to get serious. “Keep goin’,” she said to Apple Bloom, “but watch me.” While continuing to play with my balls, she leaned forward and brought her lips up to my tip, quickly lapping up the bead of pre she found there. Looking up and giving me a sultry smile, she stuck out her tongue and slowly licked circles around my tip, eliciting a gasping moan from me. Evidently not wanting to tease me any further, she quickly opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around my head, forming a tight seal. She set her tongue to work, licking my head like a lollipop while she sucked me gently.

While Applejack sucked and I laid back, enjoying the intense pleasure I was experiencing, Apple Bloom watched carefully, learning from her big sister while keeping up her energetic pace. After sucking me for a while, Applejack withdrew my head from her mouth with an audible pop, looking over at Apple Bloom. She nodded her head towards me with a smile, encouraging Apple Bloom to take a turn. While maintaining her rapid pace, Apple Bloom slowly leaned in and stuck out her tongue, taking a quick, tentative lick. Her first lick was soon followed by a series of licks all over my head, coming slower and firmer as Apple Bloom’s confidence grew. Each stroke of her tongue across my skin sent a pleasurable shiver up my spine, making me gasp.

Like Applejack, she did not spend too long teasing me, thankfully, and soon pressed her lips against my tip. Closing her eyes, she slowly pushed her head down, forcing my tip between her soft, pillowy lips and into her warm, moist mouth. She continued until her lips had engulfed the entirety of my head, then tightened them around my shaft. Her inexperience prevented her from recreating the tight seal Applejack had learned to use, but she made up for it with ample enthusiasm. Her tongue darted about, lapping at my head energetically and feeling out its shape and texture. She might not have been as skilled as Applejack, but her crude, yet effective ministrations were more than enough to make me moan.

Applejack watched Apple Bloom closely for a while, observing her technique and using my reactions to gauge their effectiveness. After Apple Bloom had gotten ample time to practice, Applejack leaned back in, gently pushing her off of me with her face and taking her place on my tip. For a couple more minutes, the two of them continued to pleasure me, both of them taking turns wrapping their soft lips around me. As time went on, I saw the lust in their eyes intensify, and their movements became faster and more forceful. They gave each other less and less time on each one of their turns, eventually forcing each other off of me almost as soon as they had been forced off themselves. Being the intelligent young women they were, they decided to compromise by opening their mouths wide and kissing each other with my head in between them, their two tongues frantically caressing me and each other.

My willpower had managed to hold out up until that point, but my the sight and feel of my sisters’ dual-assault quickly wore down what little of it remained. Looking down on them as they made out while servicing me filled me with an indescribable euphoria. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined I would one day have both of my beautiful sisters lying before me, jerking me off while tongue-wrestling with each other and my member. “I’m close,” I grunted, realizing I only had a few moments left in me. Springing into action, Applejack placed her free hand on the hand Apple Bloom was using to pleasure me, showing her the appropriate pace she needed to help me through my final sprint. I managed to hold out for a few more excruciatingly long seconds before my endurance ran out and I gave in to the intense climax building within me.

My muscles clenched and my back arched, pushing my hips up and, by extension, pushing my tip further into my sisters’ mouths. Applejack squeezed my balls firmly, but pleasurably, sending a torrent of my seed shooting up my shaft and spewing out of my tip, where it was eagerly lapped up. The two of them kept their lips locked together around me for the duration of my orgasm, their moans making their lips vibrate against my sensitive skin. A stream of deep, masculine grunts and moans flowed from my lips as I felt wave after wave of intense pleasure wash over me. I reached deep within me, forcing my body to keep going as I pumped burst after burst into my sisters’ mouths, giving them as much as I could.

As the most intense orgasm I had experienced in weeks eventually wound down, my exhausted body collapsed down onto the mattress beneath me and laid there limply. My chest rose and fell rapidly as large amounts of air flowed in and out of my lungs. As the thick haze of lust slowly cleared from my mind, I became aware of the sounds and touches of my sisters. Apple Bloom had stopped pumping at some point, but continued to lightly stroke my shaft. Their tongues caressed my head slowly and gently, licking up every last drop of my seed. Eventually, they pulled their heads back, their lips leaving my skin and closing tight so as to not spill their cargo.

Applejack closed her eyes and smiled, taking a moment to savor my taste before swallowing her share in one mighty gulp. Apple Bloom, however, was a bit more thorough, pushing my seed around her mouth for a short while, a dreamy expression on her face. Eventually, she too gathered up her share and, pausing only for a moment, swallowed it down. She opened her mouth and looked up at Applejack, a smile slowly spreading across her lips. The two of them leaned in and shared a proper kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths and lapping up any remaining traces of my seed. When their lips finally parted, they turned their attention back to my member, each of them placing a gentle kiss on my tip and looking up at me.

“How’d she do?” said Applejack, smiling.

“She was...she was amazin’,” I said between heavy breaths. I shifted my gaze to Apple Bloom and gave her a weak smile. “You were amazin’.”

“Thanks,” said Apple Bloom, giving me a sheepish smile.

“Y’know...I’m a bit surprised,” said Applejack, looking over at her. “You didn’t have to swallow it down if you didn’t want to. You coulda just let me have it.”

“No, I...I wanted to,” said Apple Bloom, her gaze dropping. “I wanted to...see what he tasted like.”

“How’d you like it, then?” said Applejack.

“Well...” began Apple Bloom, taking a moment to formulate her response, “it was just...so much different than yours. It was so much...stronger. It wasn’t exactly sweet, but...it wasn’t bad. Matter of fact, I...I think I sorta liked it.”

Applejack chuckled softly and smiled at her. “It is a bit of an...acquired taste,” she said. “I think the main reason I like it so much is because...it’s his.” Applejack looked up at me for a moment, then turned back to Apple Bloom. “I like the feelin’ of havin’ a little piece of him inside of me. It makes me feel like...he’s always with me, even when we’re apart.”

One of Apple Bloom’s hands slowly moved down to her stomach, gently caressing her skin as if she expected to feel my seed within her. A soft smile appeared on her lips, and she chuckled too. “I think I...know what you mean,” she said. A moment later, she turned her gaze towards me, then got on her hand and knees and crawled up towards me. She laid down on top of me, pressing her face against mine and placing a hand on my cheek. “I love you, Anon.”

“I love you too, Apple Bloom,” I whispered, smiling up at her. We brought our lips together and kissed, slowly and passionately. Soon after we began, Applejack crawled up and laid at my side, leaning in towards us. When we felt her lips brush against ours, Apple Bloom and I welcomed her into our kiss, our three tongues coming together and massaging one another. As we kissed, my hands wandered down their backs to their butts, each one taking hold of one of their soft, round cheeks and squeezing gently. My sisters giggled, kissing me more playfully and more energetically.

After a minute or two of this, Applejack pulled back, leaning in close to my ear. “Y’know,” she whispered, “Apple Bloom still hasn’t had her turn.” Being so close, Apple Bloom heard this and stopped kissing me, pulling her head back.

“That’s true,” I whispered, looking over at Applejack. “You think we should do somethin’ for her?”

“I think we should,” said Applejack, her eyes still full of lust.

I looked back up at Apple Bloom, who had a nervous expression on her face. “Tell us,” I said in a gentle tone. “Tell us what you want us to do for you.”

“If there’s anythin’ we can do to make you happy, we’ll do it,” said Applejack, reaching up and stroking Apple Bloom’s cheek. “And don’t worry about askin’ for too much.”

Apple Bloom’s gaze dropped, and her lips wiggled as she thought of what to say next. After a long moment, she looked back up at Applejack, her face reddening slightly. “I-I want you to...hold me and...touch my boobs,” she said softly, before shifting her gaze over to me. “And I want you to...kiss me...down there. I want you to...use your mouth, like you do for her.”

“I think we can do that,” said Applejack to me.

“I think we can,” I replied, giving Apple Bloom a warm smile.

Using one arm to hold Apple Bloom against me, I used the other to push myself up off the mattress and into a sitting position. Apple Bloom sat in my lap, giving me a nervous smile; I leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the lips to comfort her. When Applejack had gotten into a sitting position as well, I took Apple Bloom in my arms and gently passed her over to Applejack, who sat Apple Bloom in her lap, facing forward. Applejack leaned over Apple Bloom’s shoulder and gave her a peck on the lips as well, wrapping her arms around Apple Bloom’s stomach as she did so. Slowly and carefully, Applejack leaned back on the mattress, stretching both of them out with their heads laying on the pillows side-by-side.

I got on my hands and knees and crawled over them, leaning down and giving Apple Bloom a deep, passionate kiss. A moment later, my lips left hers and slowly moved downwards, leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses on her skin as they went. I went over her chin, down her neck, and over her collarbone to her chest, where I was confronted by her big, perky breasts. I reached up, cupping one of them in each hand and squeezing gently, making Apple Bloom inhale sharply. As it was my first chance to get a good feel of her breasts, I took my time, feeling out their texture and consistency. Their firmness was unsurprising, the beautiful teardrops being able to hold their shape even without the aid of a bra.

My focus eventually shifted towards the pretty pink nipples at the tops of her breasts, my fingers slowly making my way up to them. Her little nubs were sticking out proudly, large and thick enough to make for a tantalizing target, but small enough to still be called cute. Surrounding them were matching pink areolae of the perfect size for breasts as large as hers. I used my thumbs to slowly trace circles around them, pressing into her skin lightly and eliciting soft moans. Her moans grew even louder when I placed my thumbs on the tips of her nipples and gently rolled them around in circles.

I felt her nipples stiffen in my fingers, seemingly inviting me to play with them. My patience running out, I leaned in towards one of them, opened my mouth, and wrapped my lips around it. My tongue darted out, taking long, slow, firm licks, occasionally interrupted by light flicks. The effect was immediate: a stream of gasping moans began flowing from Apple Bloom’s mouth, gradually increasing in volume. She raised her hands and placed them on my head, pulling me closer to her and pressing my face into her breast.

I continued licking and sucking on her nipple for a good while, teasing her other one with my fingers. Eventually, I pulled back my head and switched, taking her other nipple into my mouth and giving it the same treatment I had given the first. By the time both of them had been coaxed to their full length and slathered with my saliva, Apple Bloom was breathing heavily, her face contorted in pleasure. I eventually pulled back from her breasts, blowing a gentle stream of cool air onto her nipples and making her whimper. Giving each of them one last parting kiss, I resumed my journey downwards, Applejack bringing her hands up to replace mine on Apple Bloom’s breasts.

Making my way down her toned stomach, I soon arrived between her thighs, her smooth, plump pussy before my face. Her lower lips were already visibly wet, small drops of liquid leaking out of them and dripping down onto the mattress beneath her. As I had done with Applejack, I teased her for a little while by planting a series of gentle kisses on her inner thighs, slowly working my way towards my destination. When I could not reasonably delay any longer, I finally leaned in and planted three kisses on her skin: one on each of her lips, and one extremely gentle one on her clit, provoking a shrill squeal. I brought my hands up and pressed my thumbs against her lips, gently pushing them aside and exposing the precious treasure within.

As I looked down on her pretty pink petals, already sopping wet, my mouth began to water. The potent feminine scent wafting into my nose rekindled the embers of my lust, filling me with energy. I looked back up at Apple Bloom, who was looking down on me, biting her lip nervously. Applejack, still gently teasing Apple Bloom’s nipples, brought her lips to Apple Bloom’s ear. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “Your brother knows what he’s doin’.” She looked down at me and smiled, giving me a wink. I gave them both a smile, then turned my attention back to the task before me.

Leaning forward, I stuck out my tongue, placing it at the bottom of her entrance. Slowly, I licked upwards, dragging it across her tender, juicy flesh all the way up to the top. A rapid flurry of adorable squeaks, squeals, and moans reached my ears as I inched my way along. When I finished my trip up, I pulled back, giving her a moment to catch her breath. I didn’t wait too long, however, soon diving back in and taking another long lick. As I gently lapped at her folds, my tongue was coated by the taste of her sweet nectar, one which I was becoming more and more familiar with as time went on. It was at this time I noticed Applejack planting soft kisses on Apple Bloom’s neck while still teasing her breasts.

I continued to lick her until her hips began to reflexively thrust out towards me, signaling her desire for more intense stimulation. Leaning in, I stuck out my tongue once again, positioning it at her entrance. I slowly pushed inwards, the tip of my tongue eventually overcoming the tightness of her walls and forcing its way inside her. She didn’t make it easy for me, her grip reflexively tightening around the unknown object penetrating her passageway. Her body fought me, but judging by the loud wails of pleasure echoing throughout the room, she was enjoying the treatment quite a bit. She reached down and gripped my head with both hands, running her fingers through my hair and holding my face against her. When my tongue had gone as far as it could go, I stopped, giving her a moment to get used to the sensation of being filled in such a way.

When I felt she was ready, I slowly pulled my tongue back out of her, the muscles that had fought me on the way in now fighting to keep me from leaving. After withdrawing almost all the way, I quickly reversed course and thrusted right back into her, slightly faster than the first time. I continued this cycle, pushing in and pulling out, soon getting into my normal groove. Gradually, I increased the speed of my thrusting, although her iron grip made it slow going. I was reminded of how tight Applejack had been the first time she had let me pleasure her in a similar manner. Eventually, I worked my way up to a decent, steady pace, my tongue coaxing out a constant flow of warm liquid from her pussy and moans from her mouth.

Over the next few minutes, I explored her depths, sending my tongue into her nooks and crannies to identify her weak spots. Whenever the gentle digging of my tongue into her flesh produced a particularly emphatic vocalization, I made a mental note, slowly learning how she enjoyed being touched. I felt as if I was learning to play a musical instrument, trying to find out how to move, how quickly, and with how much force to create the most beautiful sounds. Apple Bloom seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit, as her legs soon closed around my head, her soft thighs clamping down on me and preventing any chance of withdrawal. She continued to wail and squeal, although she was occasionally muted by sloppy kisses from Applejack.

Considering her lack of experience, Apple Bloom lasted an impressive amount of time before the pleasure became too much for her to bear. My first warning of her coming orgasm was her hips, which went from thrusting against me sporadicly and reflexively to rapidly and deliberately as she grabbed my head and humped my face. Mixed in with her rapidly intensifying vocalizations were several strained attempts to call out my name, most of which were barely intelligible. Wanting to make sure she got a good climax, I channeled all of my remaining energy to my tongue, thrusting into her most sensitive spots rapidly and forcefully. At the same time, I saw Applejack, who had apparently noticed the same signs I had, seize Apple Bloom’s breasts and knead them like dough.

After a few more, intense moments, Apple Bloom’s strong will finally broke. Her back arched and her muscles clenched, her legs locking my head in place and her inner walls clamping down on my tongue like a vice. Despite the increased resistance, I did not waver, continuing to thrust into her with all my might until the very end. The motley of exclamations she had been making coalesced into one continuous howl of ecstasy so loud that I imagined it could have been heard for a mile away. Into my open mouth flowed a flood of delicious, warm liquid, which I hastily swallowed down as fast as it came. As the seconds ticked by, her body wriggled, desperately trying to squeeze every ounce of pleasure out of her orgasm before it, and her voice, finally gave out, and she fell limp like a rag doll.

None of us moved immediately, Applejack and I merely lying there and listening to Apple Bloom’s heavy breathing. After a few moments, however, I slowly withdrew my tongue from within her, her walls too exhausted to make anything but a few, feeble attempts to stop me. Her weary legs had loosened their grip on me, and I was easily able to push them apart and pull back my head. Looking up, I saw Applejack stroking the tips of Apple Bloom’s nipples with the lightest of touches. She looked down at me, and we exchanged a loving smile. Quickly leaning back in, I took one last lick of Apple Bloom’s lips, mopping up her remaining juices with my tongue.

My work complete, I pushed myself up on my hands and knees and crawled forwards, lying down on the mattress next to my sisters. Applejack gently took hold of Apple Bloom and slowly rolled onto her side, leaving them both facing me. I rolled onto my side as well, embracing them and creating an Apple Bloom sandwich. As her chest squished up against mine, her eyes fluttered open and a weak smile appeared on her face. Smiling back at her, I leaned in and gently pressed my lips against hers, kissing her slowly, but passionately. Applejack leaned her head over Apple Bloom’s shoulder and brought her lips up to ours, joining us in our post-coital makeout session. Both of my sisters sent their tongues into my mouth, getting a good taste of Apple Bloom’s lingering juices.

When we eventually parted, Applejack and I planted gentle pecks on Apple Bloom’s cheek and forehead, respectively. “How did that feel?” whispered Applejack.

“That felt...incredible,” whispered Apple Bloom, looking into my eyes. “Thank you...both of you. For that...and for teachin’ me.”

“You don’t have to thank us,” I whispered.

“We’re just happy that you’re happy,” said Applejack.

Apple Bloom closed her eyes, snuggling up to me and nuzzling my neck. “I love you guys,” she said.

“We love you too,” I said, gently stroking her hair.

Applejack reached off to the side of the mattress, grabbing a thick quilt that we had brought and left sitting nearby. Together, she and I dragged it over our bodies, the soft fabric weighing down on us soothingly. We gave each other one last smile before we too closed our eyes and nuzzled against Apple Bloom’s head. It was not long before my exhausted sisters and I drifted off to sleep, cuddling together in the warmth of the fire, the chilly autumn wind outside unable to touch us.