Author's Note

Chapter contains: Human/Humanized, Incest, Unrealistic Anatomy, Harem/Polygamy, (MFF) Threesome, Foot Play, Oral Sex (Cunnilingus), Vaginal Sex, Doggystyle Position, Creampie

Caring

A chilly breeze blew through the trunks of the trees around me, cutting right through the thin t-shirt and running shorts I wore. Its cold kiss sent a shiver up my spine and covered my skin in goosebumps. The wind died down a moment later, but I knew that it would inevitably return, its bite something I would have to get used to. The calm, cool winds of autumn that had been floating through the air for months were beginning to make way for the harsher winds of winter that grew more frequent by the day. It would not be long before Cloudsdale made its way to our cozy little town and the pegasi brought us the snows that would signal the start of the season.

Of course, before the trees could receive their white winter coats, they first had to lose their orange autumn ones. That is why I and several dozen other people were assembled at the edge of the White Tail Woods, dressed appropriately for the occasion. The annual Running of the Leaves would take me and the other racers along the winding trails that led through the trees, blowing down their leaves in the process. This was a duty that the people of town took very seriously; as such, there was always a good turnout of volunteers to make the run. It had been a few years since I had participated, but I was not too out of shape, thanks in part to my and my sisters’ frequent “workout sessions”.

I looked around the assembled crowd, thinking to myself that the turnout that year was even bigger than usual. My eyes stopped wandering as they fell upon the beautiful face of my little sister, her long red ponytail blowing gently in the wind. Apple Bloom was standing a short ways away, chatting with some of her school friends who had also come to run the race. She wore a loose yellow t-shirt over her sports bra and a pair of snug red shorts that went to her mid-thigh. At the end of her long, slender legs were a pair of worn running shoes caked with dirt from years of use.

I was too far away to hear what she and her friends were saying, but as I watched them, I saw Apple Bloom smile and giggle along with them at whatever funny thing they were discussing. I smiled unconsciously at seeing my sister like that; she looked happy, much happier than I had been used to seeing her for many years. As one of her friends spoke, Apple Bloom looked around her and noticed me staring at her. She locked eyes with me and smiled warmly, giving me a quick wink. I smiled back at her for a long moment before she looked back to her friends, rejoining their conversation.

Turning away from her, I looked a few paces away in the opposite direction, where my other sister was preparing for the race in her own way. Applejack was wearing a loose white t-shirt over what I knew to be a heavy-duty sports bra, a necessity to keep her ample chest under control while she ran. Her orange shorts, while not cut particularly tight or short, could not help but look attractive on her. The sight of her thick, muscular thighs and her plump, round cheeks squeezed into the garment caught the attention of Anon Jr., whom I had to will back to sleep to avoid any embarrassment. She wore a pair of running shoes on her feet and her signature hat on her head, her long yellow ponytail flowing out from underneath it.

Despite my desire to keep my friend down below in check, I couldn’t help but stare at her as she stretched out her body. She knelt down and took turns stretching her legs out to her sides, her toned muscles flexing beneath her skin. Rising back up, she spread her feet shoulder-length apart and bent forward at the waist, reaching down and touching her toes. Standing behind her, I was in the perfect position to watch the fabric of her shorts tighten around her big, beautiful butt, leaving little to the imagination. My mouth began to water as I stared at her, mesmerized by the two globes of feminine flesh before me.

An indeterminate amount of time later, I was snapped out of my trance by the sound of someone clearing their throat. I blinked rapidly and looked up, realizing that Applejack had, at some point, stood up again. She was glancing over her shoulder at me, giving me a look that was half chastising and half teasing. I quickly looked away, clearing my throat and trying to will my growing boner away. Applejack chuckled, turning around and walking over to me.

“Save it till we get home, sugarcube,” she said, smiling and patting me on the shoulder.

“Uh, right,” I said, chuckling awkwardly.

“I’m gonna go get our numbers,” said Applejack. “You should stretch out too. I don’t want you crampin’ up on us halfway through.” Applejack walked off to where the organizers were distributing number bibs to the racers. Meanwhile, I took her advice and did my own stretching, the thought of her having to carry me across the finish line not being a very appealing one.

As I finished stretching, I saw Apple Bloom approaching me from where she had been standing earlier. “Howdy,” I said, standing upright and smiling at her.

“Howdy,” she said, smiling back at me.

“You sure you don’t wanna run with your friends?” I asked. “AJ and I won’t mind.”

“I’m sure,” she said. “I’ve hung out with them for years. You two are the ones I need to do some catchin’ up with.”

“Well, we’ll be happy to have you with us,” I said. “Although, AJ might leave both of us in the dust anyhow.”

“Speak for yourself, slowpoke,” she said teasingly. “I’m a lot faster than I used to be. I bet I’ll get ahead of you before we round the first bend. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the view, though.” As she said this, she put her hands on her hips and thrust them out to the side to draw my attention to them.

“I’m sure I will,” I said, chuckling along with her. “You girls looked like you were havin’ a lot of fun over there. What were you talkin’ about?”

A very smug expression appeared on Apple Bloom’s face. “We were talkin’ about which boys we liked,” she said.

“Oh?” I said. “And what did you tell them?”

“Well...I didn’t tell them this, but...there is one boy I’ve taken a fancy to,” she said.

“Really?” I said.

“Yeah,” she said. “He’s big and strong and handsome. Lives with his family on an apple farm just outside of town. I’ve been tryin’ to get his attention for a long time, but recently...he’s started lookin’ at me too.”

“Hmm...I dunno,” I said, a look of mock-concern on my face. “Those farm boys can be pretty shifty sometimes. You sure this fella’s a good guy? I don’t want my little sister endin’ up with some bum.”

“Well, he is a bit of a bum,” she said, “but he’s also the greatest guy I know. He’s sweet and kind and gentle...and he makes me happier than I’ve been in a long time. I just wish he knew that.”

“Why don’t you tell him that?” I said.

“Oh, I’d be too embarrassed to do that,” she chuckled.

“What would you be too embarrassed to do?” said a familiar raspy, feminine voice. As one, Apple Bloom and I turned our heads to the side and looked upon the speaker.

Standing a few feet away from us was a young woman whom we knew all too well. She wore a pair of white running shoes, the sides of which were decorated with the image of a rainbow-colored lightning bolt. Her long legs, while not particularly thick, were toned to perfection, the muscles within having been finely sculpted by years of exercise, but had an unquestionably feminine appearance. Her petite hips were covered in a pair of sky blue running shorts so small and tight that they could only barely be considered decent. Her matching blue sports bra contained a pair of incredibly small breasts, scarcely large enough to be noticeable. She wore no shirt on top, giving us an unobstructed view of her chiseled abs, which were even more well-defined than Applejack’s. A pair of large, feathered wings, the same color as her clothing, sprouted from her back between her shoulder blades. I had seen the magnificent appendages in action many times, but at the moment, they were neatly folded against her back.

Her arms, like her legs, were long and slender, but displayed an impressive feminine musculature. Atop her skinny neck was a head topped with rainbow-colored hair that fell over her forehead in scruffy bangs while also running down to her lower back. Her facial features were smooth and streamlined, giving her a look of minimalistic femininity. Her thin lips were stretched into a playful grin, giving us a glimpse of her pearly whites. She stared at us, a mischievous glint visible in her pink eyes. The smooth skin that covered her face and body was lightly tanned, without a trace of tan lines to be seen. Despite standing a few inches shorter than even Apple Bloom, the woman’s confident bearing made her seem even taller than me in my mind.

The cheerful expressions on Apple Bloom’s face and mine quickly melted into ones of barely concealed annoyance. “Hello, Rainbow Dash,” the two of us said flatly.

Rainbow Dash chuckled. “Aww, what’s the matter guys?” she said, walking up to us and holding up her hands in a questioning gesture. “Aren’t you happy to see me?” When she was close enough, she put an arm around both of our shoulders and pulled us close to her.

“Of course,” I said in a forcibly polite tone.

“We’re always happy to see you,” said Apple Bloom in a similar tone.

Rainbow Dash chuckled again. “I feel like I haven’t seen you guys in weeks,” she said.

“You came to the farm just last week to buy cider,” said Apple Bloom.

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” said Rainbow Dash, her smile vanishing. “That Pinkie Pie, I swear...” She shook her head and sighed, her smile eventually returning. “Anyway, how you guys doing? You ready to get your butts handed to you by me and Applejack? Say, where is she anyway?” She raised her head and looked around the crowd.

“She went to go get our numbers,” I said.

“Oh, really?” said Rainbow Dash in a tone that made me worried. “I guess I got you two to myself for a little while, don’t I?” Her hands, which had been resting on our shoulders, began to wander, gently caressing our shoulders and backs.

“You know, Anon,” said Rainbow Dash, “I’m having a little get-together at my place tonight, just me and some of my...closest friends. I’d love it if you came and hung out with us for a while. We got music, drinks...we might even play spin the bottle.” She raised her eyebrows provocatively. “And if you’re too tired to go home afterwards, you could always...spend the night.” Rainbow Dash leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “I know Applejack’s a huge prude about this sorta thing, but I won’t tell her if you don’t.”

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to keep a neutral expression on my face. “Thank you for the offer, Rainbow,” I said firmly, but politely, “but I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.”

“Aww, really?” said Rainbow Dash, looking disappointed, but not angry. “You sure? I really woulda liked for you and I to spend some...quality time together.” When I did not change my mind, she sighed, her smile vanishing momentarily.

Very quickly, she seemed to realize that there was another grown adult in the conversation besides me and her. Rainbow Dash tuned her head to look at Apple Bloom, her lips stretching into a mischievous grin once again. “How ‘bout you, Apple Bloom?” she asked. “You’re not a kid anymore; it’s about time you started going to some big girl parties. Scootaloo’s told me you love a good party; I know you’ll have a good time. And when everyone else goes home, maybe we can have ourselves a little afterparty, hmm? Just the two of us. What do you say?”

In that moment, I genuinely had no idea how Apple Bloom would respond. Part of me hoped that she would choose not to attend the party, which was sure to be of the sort that even Applejack’s more open-minded friends would consider indecent. At the same time, I had doubts; Apple Bloom was, indeed, a grown woman, and even I knew she loved to party. If she had been asked a few months earlier, I was sure Apple Bloom would have jumped at the opportunity, but after all we’d been through, I couldn’t say. If she did choose to go, then I would disapprove, but I don’t think I would have it in me to try and stop her. Even Applejack, who would most definitely make her disapproval more vehement than I would, would probably not do anything. Applejack and I had both promised to treat our little sister with the respect that a grown woman like her deserved, and we had both done our best to keep that promise so far.

And as for Rainbow Dash’s more personal offer, I couldn’t begin to guess how Apple Bloom would take that. Apple Bloom had told us that she didn’t look at apples on that side of the orchard, but that had never seemed to hold her back when she and I and Applejack were alone together. And if she were interested, if she were willing to join Rainbow Dash in her cloudy bedroom, I would have no right to stop her there either. Despite all that we had done together, Apple Bloom and I did not share the same sort of bond that Applejack and I had pledged ourselves to. Apple Bloom had come into my and Applejack’s relationship of her own free will, and we had no intention of keeping her there if she desired to leave us. As for Rainbow Dash, while I knew she was very open with her desires, I also knew that she was a good person at heart who would never in a thousand years try to force Apple Bloom to something she wasn’t comfortable with, so I had few concerns in that regard.

All of this ran through my mind in an instant as I watched Apple Bloom consider the offer. Her cheeks had reddened slightly, but she also managed to keep a calm expression. After a long moment, she smiled, then opened her mouth to speak. “I’m sorry, Rainbow Dash,” she said, “but I don’t think I’ll be able to make it. I’m gonna spend the evenin’ with...my family.” She looked over at me, smiling lovingly.

“Aww, you too?” said Rainbow Dash, again more disappointed than angry. “Oh, alright. You guys have fun together, I guess. But if either of you ever change your minds, you know where to find me. And you don’t have to wait till I’m throwing a party either; for you two, my bedroom door’s always open.”

Suddenly, the three of us heard the sound of someone loudly clearing their throat right behind us. As one, we turned our heads and looked over our shoulders, where we saw exactly what we expected to see. Applejack was standing behind us with her arms crossed underneath her ample chest and a serious expression on her face. I had seen that expression many times before; it was the one Applejack wore whenever she caught me or Apple Bloom chatting with someone whom she did not want us getting too friendly with. It was not overtly hostile, the only noticeable trace of emotion in her features being the raging fire burning within her bright green eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Rainbow Dash released her hold on Apple Bloom and I, spun around, and leaped backwards away from Applejack, her wings unfurling slightly in her panic. She quickly recovered from her shock, grinning nervously and chuckling awkwardly. “Uh...hey, Applejack,” she said. “Um, how’s it...how’s it going? I was just looking for you, actually! I just wanted to...wish you all good luck out there today! So...good luck out there! See you guys later! Bye!” In one swift motion, Rainbow Dash turned away from us, unfurled her mighty wings, and with one strong flap, launched herself high into the air. A few more flaps sent her shooting away from us at an impressive speed, and we quickly lost sight of her.

Apple Bloom and I turned back to face Applejack, who brought her gaze back down to ground level. She glared at us for a moment or two, then sighed, her expression softening. “You two alright?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Nothin’ happened,” said Apple Bloom.

“I know,” said Applejack. “I know she wouldn’t try anythin’, but...I just don’t like how forward she is. It gets under my skin even more these days, what with us bein’...you know.” Applejack looked up at me and smiled. “But I know you wouldn’t do anythin’ neither.” I smiled back at her, walking over and putting an arm around her shoulders. Apple Bloom smiled and walked over as well, joining us in a quick, familial hug.

“I’m a might surprised you didn’t wanna go, Apple Bloom,” I said as we parted. “I thought you liked parties.”

“Well, I do, but...I think I’ve done more than my fair share of partyin’ over the years,” said Apple Bloom. “I don’t think I’ll be goin’ to any like hers any time soon. Of course, that doesn’t mean we can’t have our own little parties...just the three of us.” She looked over at me and gave me a sheepish grin.

I chuckled and ruffled her hair lightly. “Whatever you want,” I said.

From somewhere nearby, we heard the sound of a voice through a megaphone announcing that the race would be starting soon.

“Oh, we better get these on then,” said Applejack, handing us our numbers. The three of us quickly pinned our bibs to our shirts and started walking towards the starting line along with everyone else who would be participating.

“Good luck, girls,” I said.

“Save some of that luck for yourself,” said Apple Bloom confidently. “But...thanks for thinkin’ about me, anyway.”

“Anytime,” I said with a smile.

Apple Bloom dropped down into her seat like a sack of apples, the old chair creaking slightly under her weight. She leaned her head back and sighed heavily, a relaxed expression coming over her face. I chuckled as I entered the treehouse behind Applejack, closing the door behind me. “You alright, Apple Bloom?” I asked jokingly.

“Yes, Anon, I’m fine,” said Apple Bloom in an annoyed tone.

To her credit, Apple Bloom had tried her hardest during the race, and had managed to outpace a fair amount of the other racers. That being said, it had taken a lot out of her to do it, leaving her severely exhausted by the time she reached the finish line. I was, admittedly, pretty tuckered out myself by the time I finished, but I was not giving it my all. I had realized pretty early on that I would have easily been able to leave her behind, her confidence not being enough to make up the difference between our speeds. However, I had chosen to keep pace with her and keep her company as she ran, not wanting her to feel bad. Applejack, similarly, had chosen to stay with us rather than lead the pack as she normally did. She did, of course, stay a few yards ahead of us the whole time, both to remind us who the fastest of us was, and to give me a good view of her rear end as she ran.

After the race, the three of us had walked back to Sweet Apple Acres and gone straight to our treehouse, wanting to spend some time relaxing by ourselves. We had the rest of the day off from our chores, so we were in no rush to head home. By the time we had arrived at our private little corner of the orchard, the chilly breeze had cooled our hot skin and dried the sweat from our bodies, although we all were still tired and in need of a good rest. As Applejack sat down in her chair and removed her shoes, I took a minute to get a small fire going in our oven, just big enough to take the bite out of the air. When I was satisfied with the blaze, I stood and walked over to my own chair, sitting down and joining my sisters.

“All jokin’ aside,” I said as I removed my shoes, “you did pretty good out there.”

“You sure did, sugarcube,” said Applejack. “I saw how hard your were tryin’. I was mighty impressed.”

“Thanks, guys,” said Apple Bloom, smiling at us. “And...thanks for stayin’ with me. I guess I was a little bit more outta practice than I thought I was.”

“To be fair, AJ and I have spent a lot more time on our cardio recently than you have,” I said, giving Applejack a knowing look. Applejack smiled back at me and gave me a playful kick in the leg, making me chuckle.

“We all got the leaves down,” said Applejack, “that’s the important thing.”

“Yep,” I said. “We got the job done right.”

“Which is why,” said Applejack, rising from her seat, “I think we deserve a little reward.”

Applejack walked over to a small table we had sitting against the wall. Sitting on top of the table was a small wooden keg and three tall mugs, ready to be filled. Applejack used the keg to quickly fill the mugs with the sweet amber drink that had folks lining up in front of our farm every year. She grabbed the mugs of Sweet Apple Cider and walked back over to us, handing one to me and giving me a quick peck on the lips. She then walked over to Apple Bloom, handing her her own mug and giving her a kiss as well. Applejack then returned to her chair, sitting down and taking a swig along with us.

A feeling of relief came over me as the delicious liquid, chilled by the cool weather, slid down my parched throat. Our family’s cider was famous for miles around, and with good reason. The recipe had been finely honed for decades, Granny Smith having worked her magic to condense all the goodness of a Sweet Apple Acres apple into liquid form. On top of that, actually making the cider took all of us working together as a team, no Apple left behind. It was always satisfying to enjoy the fruits of one’s labor, but enjoying those things with the people who helped you make them was an even more fulfilling experience.

My sisters seemed to agree with me, as I heard contented moans and sighs as they swallowed their cider down. “Now that hits the spot,” said Applejack.

“I’ll say,” said Apple Bloom. “It tastes even better than last year’s.”

As we sat there, sipping our drinks, Apple Bloom raised one of her feet and untied the laces of her shoe, sliding it off and tossing it aside. She then hooker her thumb under her short sock and pulled it down and off of her foot. Her foot flexed and her toes wriggled as they were liberated from their warm fabric prison. She returned her bare foot to the floor and brought up her other foot, quickly removing the shoe and sock from that one as well. When both of her feet were bare, she pulled her legs up into the chair with her, massaging her feet with one hand while she held her mug with the other. “My feet are killin’ me,” she grumbled to herself.

A moment later, she looked over at me and froze, a sinister smile slowly stretching across her face. “Hey, big brother,” she said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

I swallowed down the mouthful of cider I was drinking and looked over at her, on alert due to her abnormal tone. “Yes?” I said cautiously.

“You know what would make me really happy?” she said, batting her eyelashes noticeably.

“What?” I said flatly, mildly worried as to what she would say next.

“I’d love it ever so much if my big, strong brother would massage my poor, tired, achin’ feet,” she said.

I raised an eyebrow at her, saying nothing for a moment. “Really?” I said. “You want me to massage your sweaty feet?”

“C’mon, please!” she said, thrusting her legs out towards me and wiggling her toes at me. “Just this once. I promise I’ll make it up to you later.” She gave me her best puppy dog eyes, her attempt at emotionally manipulating me incredibly transparent.

I looked at her with a blank expression, then looked at her feet, then back at her. The idea of putting aside my cider and spending time working Apple Bloom’s feet was not particularly appealing. I was tired and thirsty; I really just wanted to sit back and relax in my comfy chair and enjoy the afternoon. That being said, I couldn’t really refuse her either. It would not be the first time she had asked me to go out of my way to pleasure some part of her body, and I had never denied her before. Fortunately, I had learned that, whenever she asked for something from one of us, she would always pay us back with interest. If Apple Bloom said she would do something for me in return, I knew she really meant it. It might not be that day, or the next, but she would give me something eventually that would more than make up for whatever she asked of me, and that was something I could not just ignore.

After a long moment, I sighed, my decision made. “You don’t know how lucky you are to have a brother like me,” I said, begrudgingly setting my mug aside.

“Oh, I do,” said Apple Bloom. “I really do.”

I took hold of my chair and scooted it closer to Apple Bloom, turning it to face her; at the same time, Apple Bloom turned her chair to face me. When we were arranged, Apple Bloom leaned back into her chair and extended her legs towards me, resting her feet on my knees. I took a quick look at Applejack out of the corner of my eye; she was still sipping her cider, an amused expression on her face as she watched us. I looked back at Apple Bloom, who grinned smugly as she wiggled her feet in my lap. Letting out another sigh, I lowered my gaze, focusing on the task ahead of me.

Like every part of her body, Apple Bloom’s feet were a picture of youthful womanhood, being slender and petite, but exuding a mature beauty as well. Despite having spent her whole life working on our farm, her feet were in remarkably good shape, appearing smooth and soft all around. I could see few wrinkles anywhere, except for when she scrunched her feet, making her skin fold together like a sheet of soft fabric. At the end of each of her feet was a set of five adorable little toes. Her toes, like the rest of her feet, were small and slender, and were topped with toenails painted red to match her hair.

I moved my hands towards her right foot, placing one hand on top of it to hold it steady while moving my other in towards her sole. I started at her heel, lightly feeling out her skin with my fingers and testing their consistency. Having been contained within a hot, sweaty shoe and sock for quite a while, her skin felt warm to the touch and felt even softer than it usually did. As I moved higher, the soft skin of her heel made way for the even softer skin of her arch, which I lightly caressed several times before moving on. The ball of her foot was slightly firmer to the touch; I rubbed my thumb back and forth across it and watched her skin stretch and ripple. Last, but certainly not least, there were her toes, five pretty stalks with plump little pads at their ends. I went up the line from her little toe to her big toe, stroking each one from base to tip and squeezing them gently.

As I released her toes and moved my hand back down, preparing to begin the massage in earnest, I happened to look up at Apple Bloom for a moment. Her smug grin had vanished, her expression conveying a mild sense of wonder as she stared down at her foot and my hand. “You ready?” I said softly. Apple Bloom nodded her head silently, not taking her eyes off of my hands. Looking back down, I placed my fingers against her skin and got to work.

I started with her arch, placing my thumb right above her heel and pressing into her skin firmly enough to have an effect, but gently enough not to hurt her. Making an effort to keep my pressure consistent, I slowly moved my thumb upwards, tracing the length of her arch all the way up to the ball of her foot. When I reached the top, I moved my thumb back to the bottom, where I began another long stroke. I continued this for a while, delivering stroke after stroke across her arch, moving back and forth between the sides of her foot to ensure I got every inch. Eventually, I looked back up at Apple Bloom’s face while continuing to work her foot. She was resting her head against the back of her chair, her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open slightly.

“Am I doin’ alright?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Apple Bloom said softly. “It feels good.”

I continued to massage her arch for a little while before moving up to the ball of her foot. This time, rather than long strokes, I pressed my thumb into her skin and rubbed in little circles, working the muscles in one spot at a time. After working one spot for a while, I would move over slightly and work on another spot, gradually moving from one side of her foot to the other. I made several passes back and forth, getting every spot at least once. When I was a few passes in, I began to hear soft moans and heavy sighs sneak out of Apple Bloom’s mouth from time to time, growing more frequent as time went on.

When I was ready to move on, I began working my way upwards towards the top of her foot, massaging the spots at the bases of her toes. Her toes flinched and wiggled slightly as I worked my way around them, making sure to get in between them as well. I eventually moved on to the toes themselves, firmly stroking them from base to tip with my thumb while using my other fingers to hold them still. I started at her little toe and worked my way up to her big toe, giving each one several long, slow strokes before moving on. When I got to her big toe, I placed my thumb at the center of its pad and rubbed it in a circular motion, gently working the muscles within.

Satisfied that I had given her toes a proper treatment, I decided to move back down to her heel, as I had not yet given it much attention. With one hand, I gently grasped her ankle and raised her foot higher into the air, allowing me better access to her heel. I reached for her heel with my other hand, pressing into its center with my thumb and rubbing little circles into the skin. As before, I worked one spot at a time, thoroughly massaging it before adjusting slightly and working on another spot. Eventually, I made my way around the entire bottom surface of her heel, going all the way up to the edge.

As I finished massaging the last few untouched spots on her heel, I again looked up at Apple Bloom. If the steady stream of gentle moans and little whimpers had not been enough, the look on her face made it perfectly clear that she was enjoying herself. Her eyes were shut tightly, and she was gently biting her lip. She clutched the armrests of her chair tightly, having set aside her mug of cider a while ago. Despite my initial apprehension, seeing her adorable expression made me glad that I had gone along with her request. I always enjoyed making my sisters happy, in both intimate ways and otherwise. As I finally finished massaging her foot, I quickly lowered my head down a few inches to the ball of her foot, placing a gentle kiss on her soft skin.

I raised my head back up and looked at Apple Bloom, who had opened her eyes and was giving me an incredibly needy look. “D-Do the other one,” she said. “Please.” I smiled at her and nodded, having planned on doing her other one anyway.

I gently lowered her right foot back down onto my leg before reaching for her left one. Over the next few minutes, I gave her other foot a slow, thorough massage in the same fashion as I had for the first one. Once again, I started on her arch, then moved up to the ball of her foot, then further up to her toes, giving each one individual attention. As I worked, I noticed both of her feet squirming and wriggling in response to my touch, scrunching reflexively when I pressed into her skin particularly firmly. Apple Bloom’s pleasured vocalizations continued as well, her moans becoming loud enough to be impossible to ignore.

I was in the middle of working her heel when I suddenly heard Applejack’s voice. “Apple Bloom?” she said softly.

I looked up at Applejack to see what she wanted, still massaging Apple Bloom’s foot. Applejack was looking over at Apple Bloom, but was looking much lower than her face. I followed her gaze down Apple Bloom’s body to the spot between her legs, surprised by what I saw there. Apple Bloom had one of her hands resting there on top of her shorts, and was gently stroking herself through the fabric. My hands slowed to a halt as I realized what was happening, not sure how to react.

A few moments after my fingers had stopped moving, Apple Bloom’s eyes slowly opened. She looked back and forth between Applejack and I, seemingly confused as to what was going on. Of course, when she followed our gazes down between her legs and saw what she was doing, her confusion was quickly replaced with shock and embarrassment. She instantly pulled her hand away, at the same pulling her legs back towards her and yanking her foot out of my grasp. For a moment, none of us said anything for fear of making the moment even more awkward.

“I...I’m sorry!” said Apple Bloom, her lip trembling. “I’m so sorry!” Apple Bloom curled up in a fetal position in her chair and turned away from us, hiding her face behind her knees.

So stunned was I by Apple Bloom’s actions that I did not immediately know what to do; Applejack, thankfully, was not so stupefied. She slowly rose from her seat, walked over to Apple Bloom’s chair, and knelt down beside it. She leaned in close and put an arm around Apple Bloom, gently caressing her shoulder. “Apple Bloom, what’s wrong?” she said softly. When Apple Bloom said nothing in reply, Applejack tried again. “Talk to us, sugarcube. Please. Why were you apologizin’?”

A few moments later, I heard the tiny squeak of Apple Bloom’s voice. “I...I didn’t mean to...do that,” she said. “I didn’t mean to...touch myself.”

I gulped, then opened my mouth to speak. “Apple Bloom,” I said softly, “why are you upset? It’s not like we ain’t...seen you do that before.”

“It’s different,” said Apple Bloom. “It’s different when you’re...havin’ sex. You’re supposed to feel that way then. Not when you’re...doin’ this.”

Applejack’s worried expression melted away and a gentle smile spread across her lips. “I think I know what’s goin’ on here,” she said. She placed a hand on Apple Bloom’s cheek, stroking it gently. “Look at me.” A moment later, Apple Bloom slowly raised her head, peeking up over her knees to look at Applejack.

“You liked it when he was touchin’ you, didn’t you?” said Applejack in a comforting tone. Apple Bloom’s gaze dropped, but she nodded her head. “You liked it...a little more than you should have.” Apple Bloom closed her eyes and nodded again. “And now you’re worried...what we’ll think of you...is that it?” Apple Bloom put her face behind her knees again, hiding from us.

“Oh, sugarcube,” said Applejack, wrapping her arms around Apple Bloom and hugging her tightly. “I know exactly what you’re feelin’ right now. How do you think I felt when I told Anon that...I like the things I like? I was scared too, but...I was frettin’ over nothin’. Do you think your brother thinks any less of me just because I...like it when he tickles me?” A moment later, Apple Bloom shook her head slightly. “Of course not. He loves me...and he loves you too. He won’t stop lovin’ you no matter what, and neither will I.”

Applejack looked over at me and smiled, gesturing me over with her head. I slowly rose from my chair and knelt down beside Applejack, wrapping my arms around her and Apple Bloom. “You know what’ll make you feel better?” Applejack continued. Tentatively, Apple Bloom raised her head and looked at her. “Talk to us. Tell us what you feel. Tell us what you want. You’ll feel better if you do, I guarantee it.”

Apple Bloom looked back and forth between Applejack and I as we smiled at her. Eventually, she took a deep breath, then opened her mouth to speak. “I...I like it when you two...pay attention to me,” she said quietly. “And...not just when we’re...foolin’ around, all the time. I love all the little things you two have been doin’ for me. Askin’ me how my day was, helpin’ me with my chores, givin’ me...a massage, things like that. It just makes me feel like...you really care about me...like you really love me.”

“We do care about you,” I said. “We do love you.” I leaned in towards her the back of her neck and planted a gentle kiss on the image of the tri-colored shield emblazoned on her skin.

A tiny smile appeared on Apple Bloom’s lips. “I know,” she said. “I know you do. I just...like it when you show me. I like it...in more ways than one.”

“Do you want us to...do more for you?” I said.

“Yeah,” said Apple Bloom, nodding at me. “I’d like that.”

Applejack placed a hand on Apple Bloom’s head, gently stroking her hair. “Why don’t get more comfortable then?” she said.

Applejack and I released our hold on Apple Bloom and rose to our feet. While I walked around the room, quickly drawing the window curtains and locking the door, Applejack helped Apple Bloom stand and led her to our mattress in the back. I joined my sisters on the mattress, who were already helping remove each other’s clothes. One by one, each and every piece of clothing on our bodies was removed and cast aside, with us exchanging quick kisses as we stripped. Soon, we were naked, pressing our sweaty bodies together in a hug while we shared a passionate three-way kiss.

As we kissed her, Applejack and I gently pushed Apple Bloom down onto her back, her head coming to rest on a pillow. When she was positioned properly, Applejack and I began kissing our way downward, leaving her lips behind. We travelled over her chin, down her shapely neck, and past her collarbone to her chest, where we were greeted with the sight of Apple Bloom’s round, perky breasts. We pressed our faces into the soft mounds, nuzzling them, kissing them, and sucking on their rapidly stiffening nipples. As we teased her breasts with our mouths and fingers, Apple Bloom moaned softly and stroked our heads. We spent a minute or two playing with her breasts before we moved on, leaving her saliva-coated skin behind and kissing our way downwards once more.

We crossed her flat, toned stomach and soon arrived at her hips, her glistening lower lips only a scant few inches away from our faces. Rather than dive right in, as we usually would, Applejack and I parted and headed for her thighs, kissing our way down her legs. We crossed her slender thighs, her pretty knees, and her shapely calves, slowly lifting her legs up into the air as we went along. Finally, we arrived at our destinations, Apple Bloom’s adorable little feet hovering right before our faces. I quickly glanced down at Apple Bloom and smiled at her before pressing my lips against her sole and giving it a long, gentle kiss.

The first kiss was soon followed by another, and another, and before long, I was planting kisses on every inch of her soft skin. I kissed my way up and down her arch, going from her heel to the ball of her foot and back again. I kissed her heel, tracing its circumference before getting to the area within. I kissed up to the ball of her foot, moving back and forth across it while her toes wiggled in front of my nose. So tempting a target were they that I soon moved on to them as well, giving each pretty little toe a kiss as well.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Applejack kneeling beside me, giving Apple Bloom’s other foot a similar treatment. She kissed the foot up, down, and all around, just like I was doing, stealing loving glances at Apple Bloom from time to time. She even got her tongue involved as well, taking long licks up Apple Bloom’s arch and sucking on her toes. Inspired by her display, I emulated her on my side, adding in gentle licks in between my kisses. Soon, my sloppy kisses had coated her sole in saliva, and I moved on up to her toes again. I took them into my mouth one at a time, gently caressing them with my tongue from bottom to top before moving on to the next in line.

As we teased her feet, Apple Bloom continued to fill the room with her soft moans and whimpers. She had her head tilted back and her eyes closed, a look of profound pleasure on her face. One of her hands was between her legs, gently stroking her moist lips, while her other hand was busy groping her breasts. We spent a few minutes playing with her feet, ensuring that every inch of them received at least one of our kisses or licks.

My concentration was suddenly broken when I felt Applejack gently nudge me with her arm, prompting me to look over at her. “Stay up here,” she said, giving me a sultry look and passing Apple Bloom’s other foot to me. As I took hold of the foot, Applejack leaned down and put her head in between Apple Bloom’s legs, kissing her way back to her hips. She put her head between Apple Bloom’s thighs and arched her back, thrusting her massive butt into the air, right in front of my hips. She proceeded to pleasure Apple Bloom with her mouth while wiggling her butt enticingly before me.

Taking the erotic cue, I shuffled closer to her, pressing my hips up against her butt and sandwiching my stiff member between her soft, round cheeks. While continuing to lick and suck Apple Bloom’s pussy, Applejack slowly moved her hips up and down, grinding her butt against me. A wave of pleasure swept through me as she stroked me, making me shiver in delight. My body responded reflexively, my hips thrusting forward against her and sending my shaft sliding between her cheeks over and over. Spurred on by the pleasure, I got back to teasing Apple Bloom’s feet, pressing both of them against my face and giving them more sloppy kisses.

We spent another minute or two like this, Applejack and I grinding against each other while she ate Apple Bloom out. Even if I had been unable to hear her gradually intensifying wails of ecstasy, I could probably have guessed how Apple Bloom was feeling by the way her feet wriggled and scrunched against my face. She stroked my cheek with one foot while I sucked on the other one, wiggling her toes against my tongue when they were in my mouth. At the same time, she reached down with one hand and took hold of Applejack’s head, holding her in place and running her fingers through her hair.

Eventually, however, Applejack’s teasing became too much for me, and I was compelled to take things further. Holding up Apple Bloom’s feet with one hand, I reached down and grasped my member with the other, preparing to reposition it. I pulled back my hips, sliding my member out of the deep valley between her cheeks and pointing it further downwards. It took me a moment or two to aim myself, but I soon felt the familiar touch of Applejack’s silky-smooth lower lips, which were already soaking wet. It took me only a moment more to push my tip between her lips, up to her entrance, and into her tight passage.

Applejack let out a muffled cry of pleasure as I penetrated her, and continued to moan as I pushed further in. As usual, forcing myself through the iron grip of her inner walls was a rough endeavor, but one well worth the effort. For every inch I slid inside of her, I let out another exclamation of pleasure, moaning and grunting into Apple Bloom’s feet. Our hips eventually collided once again as the last little bit of my shaft was forced between her lips and I felt my tip gently kiss her cervix. Both Applejack and I were breathing heavily by that time, so I waited a moment before moving again to let us catch our breath.

I once again gripped Apple Bloom’s feet with both hands and held them against my face while spreading my legs and preparing to thrust. I went slowly at first, taking long, deep strokes in and out of Applejack, savoring every inch of her hot, wet flesh. Gradually, I increased the speed of my thrusting, soon working up to an energetic, but steady speed. At the same time, Applejack began thrusting her hips backwards in sync with me, sending me sliding into her even more forcefully. Over and over, our flesh collided with a lewd slapping noise, her plump cheeks jiggling with each impact.

It took several minutes for Applejack and I to catch up with Apple Bloom, her having had a bit of a head start on us. I could tell that Applejack was going slowly and gently, not wanting to push Apple Bloom over the edge before we could join her there. As the minutes passed, the constant stream of pleasure washing over me wore down my willpower bit by bit, weakening me like the rain weakened the roof of an old barn. Soon enough, the roof would give out, and there would certainly be a lot of noise and a big mess when it did. When I felt myself nearing my peak, I channeled what remained of my energy into my hips, sending them crashing into Applejack’s quickly and forcefully. Noticing the change and realizing what it meant, Applejack stepped up her game as well, burying her face into Apple Bloom’s folds and sending her tongue deep inside of her. It did not take much time at all for all three of us to reach our breaking points, but the passing of each glorious second felt like minutes in my mind.

Apple Bloom was the first to break, signaling her climax with a scream of pure ecstasy. She grabbed Applejack’s head with both her thighs and her hands, holding her still and humping her face as she came. Her whole body shook and spasmed, all the way down to her toes, which clenched tightly before my eyes. A second or two after Apple Bloom’s cry pierced the air, I heard a muffled one come from Applejack, loud enough to be heard even with her lips locked on Apple Bloom’s. I felt her inner walls clamp down around me like a vice and a burst of warm liquid spray out onto my skin. I felt her body tremble as she rode our her orgasm, her hips bucking against mine sporadically.

Feeling Applejack tighten around me, I pulled back my hips one final time, putting all my strength into one last mighty thrust. I plowed into her, sending my tip skyrocketing all the way up to the gate to her womb. With a deep roar of pleasure, I unleashed the pressure that had been building up inside of me, letting it sweep me away like a hurricane. I felt a torrent of my seed flow up my shaft and out of my tip, flooding Applejack’s depths. My muscles clenched, including those of my hands, which were still holding Apple Bloom’s wriggling feet against my face. I haphazardly lapped at and sucked on them as my sisters and I rode out the waves of pleasure coursing through us, pumping copious amounts of our respective fluids into, and onto, each other’s bodies.

I held on for as long as I could, riding the waves of pleasure, until eventually, I washed up on the metaphorical beach, lying there while little waves lapped at my exhausted body. I released one last spurt of seed into Applejack before I ran dry, my sensitive member twitching sporadically. My weakened muscles would probably have let me fall on my face if I had not been able to lean on Applejack. For a while, I simply knelt there and enjoyed my waning afterglow, my hands placed on Applejack’s back to steady myself. Apple Bloom’s feet were resting on my shoulders, and I gently nuzzled them while I recovered.

As my eyes slowly opened, I looked down at my sisters, who were recovering from their own orgasms. Applejack still had her head between Apple Bloom’s thighs, but had pulled her face back a little bit so that she could breathe more easily. She gently nuzzled Apple Bloom’s lips, lapping up the sweet nectar that trickled out of them. Further up, Apple Bloom’s chest rose and fell with each heavy breath she took. She still had her hands on Applejack’s head, and was gently stroking her hair. As Apple Bloom’s eyes fluttered open, she looked up at me, a dreamily satisfied look on her face.

When I had the strength, I removed my hands from Applejack’s back and raised them up, grasping Apple Bloom’s ankles. I lifted her feet off of my shoulders, giving them each one last kiss before gently lowering them back down to the mattress. I then sent my hands back down and gently grabbed Applejack’s hips, holding onto them while I slowly pulled back my hips. As I slid out from within her, the rubbing of our tender skin together sent aftershocks of pleasure through both of our bodies, making us shiver and moan. When my last inch slid out, I leaned forward and managed to carefully lower myself down onto the mattress beside Apple Bloom. Applejack followed shortly after me, crawling forward on her shaky limbs and lying down on Apple Bloom’s other side.

The three of us snuggled up together, wrapping our arms around each other and nuzzling each other’s faces. For a while, we lied there, exchanging soft, gentle kisses while caressing each other’s bodies. We playfully rubbed our legs together, their soft legs and feet brushing up against my own. Eventually, our lips parted, and we stared into each other’s eyes lovingly.

“How was that, sugarcube?” whispered Applejack to Apple Bloom.

“Oh, that was...so good,” whispered Apple Bloom, her smile widening. “So incredibly good. I...I loved every second of it.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” I whispered, giving her a peck on the cheek.

“But...” said Apple Bloom. “Are you two sure you don’t mind...doin’ stuff like that for me? Don’t you think it’s...weird at all?”

I chuckled softly. “Apple Bloom,” I said, placing a hand on her cheek, “we don’t care if it’s weird. We don’t care about you bein’ normal or not. All we care about is that you be you. We just want you to be our Apple Bloom.”

“That’s right,” said Applejack. “We both love you, Apple Bloom. We love every last bit of you. All we want is for you to be honest with us, and honest with yourself. If there’s somethin’ you like, if there’s somethin’ we can do to make you happy, we’ll do it.”

Apple Bloom’s lips began quivering as we spoke, and her eyes grew moist at the edges. When Applejack finished, Apple Bloom pressed her lips against ours, kissing both of us desperately. “Thank you,” she whispered in between kissing and nuzzling us. “Thank you. Thank you so much. You two are...you’re the best big brother and sister a girl could ask for.”

“Well, you’re the best little sister anyone could ask for,” said Applejack. The three of us exchanged another round of kisses, our tongues gently wrestling together.

When we eventually parted, Apple Bloom spoke again. “I think we should head on home now and get cleaned up,” she said. “As much as I love you two...you both kinda stink.” Applejack and I giggled at the bluntness of her comment, with her soon joining us in our laughter. The three of us hugged each other tightly, our hearts and minds filled with nothing but joy and our love for one another.