Author's Note

Chapter contains: Human/Humanized, Incest, Unrealistic Anatomy, Harem/Polygamy, (MFF) Threesome, Missionary Position, Vaginal Sex, Creampie

Maturity

I had just finished putting on my pajamas for the night and was lying down on my bed when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I pushed myself back up into a sitting position, turning to face the door. “Come in,” I called out to my unexpected visitor. The door handle turned, and the door was slowly pushed open, allowing Apple Bloom to step inside. She was dressed in her own pajamas: an old t-shirt, softened by years of use, and a pair of shorts that came down to her upper thigh. Her evening shower had left her body sparkling clean and smelling slightly of her apple-scented soap.

Apple Bloom walked up to the side of my bed, standing a few feet in front of me. “Hey,” she said softly, smiling at me.

“Hey,” I said, smiling back.

“You got a minute?” she said.

“For you? Always,” I said.

“I got somethin’ I wanna show you,” she said, gesturing towards the open door with her head.

“What is it?” I said, rising from my bed.

“You’ll see,” she said, turning and leading me out of the room.

The two of us walked down the hallway to Apple Bloom’s bedroom door, which she promptly pushed open. Her bedroom was about the same size as mine and Applejack’s, but seemed smaller due to how cluttered it was. The surface of her desk was covered with books, notebooks, and various pieces of paper, presumably Apple Bloom’s homework. She had a small, simply made vanity sitting against the wall, accompanied by a chair beside it and an oval-shaped mirror hanging above it. A myriad of makeup containers were scattered across the vanity, along with various combs, brushes, and other cosmetic tools. Along the edge of the mirror were attached photographs of Apple Bloom’s friends and our family.

A short wooden dresser sat against the wall nearby, an assorted collection of knick-knacks and keepsakes scattered across its top surface. The door of her wardrobe was open slightly, a hangar hanging on the handle. A small bookshelf hung on the wall near her desk, mostly filled with books gifted to her from her friends or borrowed from Twilight Sparkle’s library. The rest of the walls were decorated with framed photographs and mementos of the countless people she and her friends had helped find their cutie marks over the years. Several pieces of clothing had been haphazardly strewn across the floor, rather than being properly deposited in her hamper. Her bedding was in a similar state of disarray, Apple Bloom typically only making her bed when she was forced to by Applejack or our mother. On her bedside table was a small lamp that bathed the room in its warm glow, the only source of light other than the moonlight that streamed through the window in the far wall.

“Sorry about the mess,” said Apple Bloom as she walked over to her bed and sat down upon it. She pulled up her legs and sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, patting the spot beside her and smiling at me.

I closed her bedroom door behind me and walked over to the bed, sitting down beside her. “So...what’d you want to show me?” I said.

“Well, I was lookin’ through some of my old stuff recently, tryin’ to find some pictures for that,” she said, gesturing towards her vanity mirror. “I found this, and...I though you might like to see it.” She leaned over towards her bedside table and picked up an elaborately decorated binder that was sitting on it. “This is an old scrapbook of mine. I started makin’ it when my friends and I tried to get cutie marks in scrapbookin’. We didn’t get what we were after, of course, but...I liked doin’ it, so I kept fillin’ it up over the years.” She placed the scrapbook in her lap and opened it up.

The contents of the book were arranged chronologically, starting from when Apple Bloom was a little girl and moving forward from there. Of course, that meant that the hardest-hitting photos were front and center with no emotional padding to prepare me for them. Immediately, I saw pictures of Apple Bloom from many years ago, long before she cared about getting a cutie mark. She looked so cute in those pictures, running around the farm and through the orchard in her little overalls, her red hair and big hair bow waving in the breeze.

The pictures were mostly of her, although the rest of the family made appearances every once in a while as well. I saw myself, a young boy only a couple of years into his schooling. I saw Applejack, a pretty young girl full of energy and life. I saw Granny Smith, who was brimming with the same youthful spirit she still had many years later. I saw my mother, who looked a bit less plump than she was in the present, but radiated an unquestionable beauty that she still possessed. Last, but certainly not least, I saw my father smiling up at me, his pictures making both me and Apple Bloom stop and stare whenever we came across them.

The scenes depicted in the photos were from happier times, back when the only thing Apple Bloom and I had to worry about was remembering to come home in time for dinner. My sisters and I ran and tumbled and jumped through the pictures as carefree as three children could be. That part did not change much as time visibly advanced, the three of us aging with every new page we turned to. Apple Bloom shot up like an apple sapling as the years passed before my eyes. One picture I recognized as being from Apple Bloom’s first day of school; she was standing with our parents before the schoolhouse in a pretty yellow dress our mother had bought her for the occasion. My mother’s cheeks were wet with tears of joy; my father wore a much more composed, prideful expression.

The last photograph he appeared in was one of him and Apple Bloom sitting on a hill out in the orchard under a tree. She was sitting on his lap as they stared out into the sky, watching the sun set over the trees. Attached to the next page was a piece of paper with a crude picture drawn upon it in crayon. The drawing depicted two figures standing side-by-side and holding hands: one was a little girl with long red hair and a bow, the other was a grown man with hair of the same color and a distinctive cowboy hat upon his head. Scrawled across the top of the page in a child’s messy handwriting were the words “I miss you”. As we had flipped through the preceding pages, Apple Bloom and I had giggled and pointed at the images of our childhood hijinks, but as our eyes fell upon the drawing, we grew silent, our grins melting away.

We stared down at the drawing for a long moment, neither of us having the will to turn to the next page. Apple Bloom tentatively put a hand on the page, lightly caressing the image of the man with her fingertips as if she expected to feel his warmth once again. The soft sound of a sniffle caught my attention, and I looked up at Apple Bloom. Her lips were quivering and her eyes were shut tight, small tears making their way down her cheeks. I slowly put an arm around her and pulled her into a gentle embrace, holding her head against me and stroking her hair. She wrapped her arms around my middle and squeezed me tightly, burying her face in my shoulder and lightly sobbing.

“I still miss him,” she whispered in between her whimpers and sobs.

“Me too,” I whispered, barely managing to hold back my own tears. Apple Bloom spent a minute or so crying into my shoulder, me holding her and whispering comforting platitudes the whole time.

When her tears had run out and she was breathing normally once again, we released each other and pulled back. We exchanged quick smiles before looking back at the scrapbook in her lap. I quickly reached down and turned to the next page, removing the drawing from our sight. Thankfully, the Apple Bloom who had put together the scrapbook had filled the subsequent pages with more photos of happy times, quickly making us forget our sadness. We saw more pictures of Apple Bloom in school, typically playing with her friends. Applejack and I continued to appear in the photos occasionally, but with decreasing frequency as time went on.

As the years went on, Apple Bloom was eventually joined by two other young girls: her best friends Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. Apple Bloom’s commentary grew more verbose as we flipped past photos of her and her friends’ misadventures. I was reminded of just how zealous the three of them had been when it came to their little crusade for their cutie marks. Skiing, pottery, indoor plumbing; it seemed to me like they really had tried everything they could think of. Eventually, after flipping through quite a few pages, we looked upon the photo I had been anticipating for a while: Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo standing together with their schoolmate Diamond Tiara, the first time she had appeared in the book. Diamond Tiara had a sheepish grin on her face, but the others all had the widest smiles I had ever seen on three little girls.

“You sure did good for that girl, didn’t you?” I said.

“We were just...tryin’ to help her,” said Apple Bloom. “We were just tryin’ to do the right thing.”

“I can’t believe you two are still friends after all these years,” I said. “It’s like night and day from back then, ain’t it?”

“She’s a lot better than she was back then,” said Apple Bloom, smiling. “Although, she can still be a little prissy sometimes.”

We turned the page and saw the reason for the girls’ jubilant expressions. Before us was a close-up photo of Apple Bloom and her friends facing away from the camera, the backs of their necks framed in the center of the shot. Upon the skin of each of their necks was the distinctive image of a tri-colored shield, each shield bearing a symbol unique to each girl. As we looked upon the photo, I saw Apple Bloom absentmindedly reach up and stroke the back of her neck where the same mark could still be seen. Many photos from that fateful day followed, each one full of Apple Bloom’s friends and loved ones. Applejack and I made appearances as well, Applejack looking happier than she had in many pages. Our mother Buttercup could be seen holding the young Apple Bloom to her chest, her face wet with tears once again.

“I was so proud of you that day,” I said, looking up at her. “I’m still proud of you.”

Apple Bloom looked up at me as well, giving me a smile. “Thanks,” she said.

As we flipped through more pages, the subject of the photos changed, just as she and her friends had changed after getting the marks they had sought for so long. Rather than seeking their own talents, they had helped other people find theirs, and not just children like themselves. The Cutie Mark Crusaders had helped people old and young, rich and poor, far and near, achieving more in a few short years than I had in my entire life. Alongside the photos of those they had helped were often small mementos as well, such as drawings, letters, or other such flat things that fit easily onto the pages of the book. Other times, Apple Bloom would point out objects scattered about her room or hung on her walls that went along with certain pictures, telling me the stories behind each one.

With each new page we flipped to, Apple Bloom and her friends continued to grow and change. The three cheery little girls turned into three confident young pre-teens before my very eyes, and only continued onward from there. As they entered their early teenage years, I noticed other changes besides those of their bodies, which were already significant on their own. The girls wore more mature clothing and hairstyles as time went on; this was most noticeable when looking at Sweetie Belle, but the others followed along as well. Plain shorts, t-shirts, and girlish dresses made way for more elaborate, and typically more flattering, apparel. Small hints of makeup began to appear on their faces, although not as much as I was used to seeing them wear. One of the most noticeable changes was Apple Bloom’s hair bow, which made fewer and fewer appearances before finally disappearing completely.

The scrapbook ended unceremoniously with a random picture of Apple Bloom at someone’s birthday party, looking to be several years younger than she was in the present. It wasn’t until we turned the page and saw that there was nothing else after it that we realized we had reached the end. I was surprised by the abrupt ending as there were still many blank pages left at the end of the book.

“Why didn’t you finish it?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” said Apple Bloom. “I didn’t stop on purpose. I guess...I just came back to it less and less over the years. Eventually, I just never came back. I just...forgot about it, I suppose.”

I flipped backward through the book for a few pages, observing Apple Bloom’s gradual change in appearance. “What I don’t get is why you got rid of your bow,” I said. “You always looked so pretty when you were wearin’ it.”

Apple Bloom chuckled softly. “Well, I was tryin’ out new looks back then,” she said. “We all were. We wanted to make ourselves look more...grown up. I thought that my bow was too kiddish, so...I just stopped wearin’ it.”

“Do you still think it’s too kiddish?” I asked.

Apple Bloom looked up at me for a moment, then looked away again, seemingly contemplating something. She turned her head and looked over at the drawer of her bedside table, staring at it for another moment. Suddenly, she lifted the scrapbook and moved it to my lap before getting off the bed and approaching the table. “I wonder...” she said to herself as she opened the drawer and began rummaging through the collection of miscellaneous items within. A few moments later, Apple Bloom withdrew her hand, pulling a long, wide, reddish-pink ribbon out of the drawer. She closed the drawer and sat down on the bed again, looking down at the ribbon in her hands with a wistful smile.

“Promise you won’t laugh?” she said, looking up at me.

“Apple Bloom, I’d never laugh at you,” I said.

“Just...promise me,” she said.

“Alright, I promise I won’t laugh,” I said, raising one hand into the air and putting the other one over my heart.

Seemingly satisfied, Apple Bloom tentatively raised the ribbon to her hair and began to tie it up. Her fingers moved slowly, as if they were unsure of what they were doing. Considering that it had been a long time since I had last seen her wear her bow, that might have been the case. It took her a few tries to get it right, but eventually, she pulled the ribbon taught and withdrew her hands, putting them in her lap. Sticking up above her head, standing as tall and proud as I remembered, was her bow, it’s color having faded only slightly through the years.

“Well...what do you think?” she said, looking up at me sheepishly. “Do you still think I look...pretty?”

My words came to me quickly, for they were my honest feelings. “I think you look beautiful,” I said.

“You...you’re just sayin’ that,” said Apple Bloom, blushing and looking away.

“I’m not,” I said. “You’re a beautiful woman, Apple Bloom. It just...took me a while to realize it. It took me a while to realize...how much you’ve grown up.” I looked back down at the scrapbook in my lap, absentmindedly flipping through the pages. “You’re not the same girl you were all those years ago. You’re stronger, you’re smarter, you’re braver. All the things you’ve done...I couldn’t match you if I had a whole lifetime. I’m so proud of you. Every day, I’m proud of you. I’m proud of the woman you’ve become.”

Apple Bloom was silent for a long moment before she spoke again. “Well...not everythin’ about me’s changed,” she said softly, looking up at me. “I still like helpin’ folks. I still love my friends. I still love my family. I still love you.” As she finished, she came closer, sitting beside me and embracing me once again. I put my arms around her and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

“I love you too,” I said, “and I always will. No matter where you go, no matter what you do, no matter who you...wanna spend your life with...I’ll still love you.”

“Do you want that?” she said, looking me in the eye. “Do you want me to go and...be with somebody else?”

“I want you to be happy,” I said, looking at her and placing a hand on her cheek. “I owe you that...me and Applejack. That’s why we’ve been doin’ what we have been. We want you to feel happy. We want you to feel loved. If there’s...someone else out there who can make you happier than we can...then you shouldn’t pass them up. You should spend your life with the people you wanna spend it with. That’s what I want for you.”

Apple Bloom stared at me for a moment, then slowly raised her hands and placed them on my cheeks. She closed her eyes and puckered her lips, leaning her head in for a kiss. I closed my eyes and leaned in as well, pressing my lips against hers. The kiss was simple, gentle, plain even, but warmed me up inside more than the sloppiest and wildest tongue kiss could have. When our lips parted a moment later, we looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.

“It’s gettin’ late,” she said softly, glancing over at a clock hanging on her wall. “I didn’t mean to keep you up this long. We oughta be gettin’ to bed soon, or else Applejack’ll tan both of our hides.”

I chuckled softly at her comment. “I suppose you’re right,” I said. “Goodnight, Apple Bloom.”

“Goodnight, Anon,” she said.

We gave each other one last hug, Apple Bloom giving me a peck on the cheek as we parted. I rose from the bed, placing the scrapbook aside, then walked to the bedroom door. As I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, I turned and looked back at Apple Bloom. The two of us exchanged one last smile before I slowly pulled the door shut again.

The ground was covered with a layer of dry leaves, making each of my footfalls crunch loudly as I walked through the orchard. I looked around at the bare trees surrounding me, each one having shed its leaves in preparation for winter. Despite their bleak appearance, I knew better than most that they were perfectly healthy and were merely settling in for their long winter’s nap. While I felt they looked most appealing in the summertime, when their branches were laden with bright red fruit, I had developed an appreciation for the stark beauty of their winter forms over the years.

A cold wind blew through the trees and against my face, making me shiver and interrupting my leafy train of thought. I grabbed the zipper of the warm winter coat I wore and pulled it up a bit more in a fruitless attempt to stave off the cold. There was still one more day before Cloudsdale would appear in the sky overhead and make its initial delivery of snow, but as far as I was concerned, winter had already come. The season wasn’t all bad though; I would have much fewer chores to do over the next few months, which was always a welcome reprieve. In addition, the cold weather would provide more than a sufficient excuse for my sisters and I to spend time huddled together in our cozy little treehouse enjoying each other’s company.

As the trees ahead of me parted and I saw the treehouse in question appear in the distance, a worrying thought popped into my head. The little wooden building that had been such a frequent haunt for my sisters and I over the past couple of months had, over the past few days, been down one of its occupants. Ever since the night we had looked at her scrapbook together, Apple Bloom had chosen to spend her free time alone, or at least away from Applejack and I. She had not given us any reason for this, but we had not thought it important enough to press her for one. Despite the abrupt change, she had not been unkind about it; she had continued to treat us as friendlily as ever and had not been avoiding us in any other fashion. I had, of course, been mildly concerned at her change in behavior, but Applejack seemed convinced that it was nothing to worry about. I had kept my feelings in check at her request and her insistence that Apple Bloom would return to us soon.

I banished my troubling thoughts from my mind as I reached the treehouse and quickly ascended the ramp leading up to it. I paused as I reached the door, raising my hand and giving it a quick knock. My sisters and I had each agreed to knock and wait a few moments before entering the treehouse, so as to not startle the others if they happened to be in the middle of a particularly intimate moment. Upon hearing Applejack’s voice inviting me in, I opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind me again. The warm air of the interior washed over me, quickly sweeping away the chill that clung to my skin. I sighed in relief as the warmth surrounded me like a blanket, and I began removing my coat and boots.

As I disrobed, I noticed Apple Bloom sitting in her chair, happily sipping hot cocoa from a mug in her hands. The only notable aspect of her appearance was the large hair bow jutting up above the top of her head, the same one she had been wearing for the past few days. She looked over at me and gave me a smile, warming me on the inside just as the air warmed me on the outside. Applejack approached me as I hung my coat on a hook by the door, carrying a mug of cocoa with her. “Hey,” she said, smiling and offering me the mug.

“Hey,” I replied, smiling back at her and taking the mug. We leaned in and gave each other a quick peck on the lips before parting again. Applejack walked over to the oven in the corner and threw another piece of wood onto the fire while I walked over to my chair and sat down. I raised my mug to my lips and took a sip of the warm, chocolatey liquid within. The cocoa was the perfect temperature: hot enough to warm me up from the inside out, but not so hot that it burnt my tongue.

As I lowered my mug, I looked over at Apple Bloom, who had just finished a sip of her own. “How you doin’, Apple Bloom?” I said tentatively, still a little worried about her.

“I’m doin’ alright,” said Apple Bloom, smiling at me, “but...thanks for askin’.”

Applejack walked back over and sat down in her chair, picking up her own mug of cocoa from where it sat nearby. “Thanks for the cocoa, AJ,” I said as she took a sip.

“Don’t thank me,” said Applejack, nodding towards Apple Bloom. “She’s the one who brought it.”

“Well, then thank you, Apple Bloom,” I said, raising my mug to her.

“Don’t mention it,” said Apple Bloom.

“So, how long till you’re off for winter break?” asked Applejack as I took another sip.

“I still got a few more weeks,” said Apple Bloom. “Plus, I gotta make it through Miss Cheerilee’s midterms. I ain’t lookin forward to that.”

“Oh, you’ll do fine,” I said. “You’re one of the smartest girls in your school.”

“That ain’t sayin’ much,” said Apple Bloom. “The school’s only one class big, remember?”

“Well...still,” I said. “I know what you’re capable of. I’ve seen what you can do when you put your mind to it. I know you’ll knock those tests outta the park.”

“He’s right,” said Applejack. “You’re a bright, talented young woman. I’m sure you’ll make us all proud.”

Apple Bloom sighed, seemingly succumbing to our praise. “Thanks, guys,” she said. “It feels nice hearin’ that sorta stuff from someone other than Scootaloo.” She sighed again and pinched the bridge of her nose. “If that girl spent more time studyin’ and less time hangin’ out with Rainbow Dash, she wouldn’t need me to help her with her homework all the time.”

Apple Bloom proceeded to talk to us about her friends and what they had been getting up to together recently. Aside from school, the Cutie Mark Crusaders had been busy helping out a few people in town with their various cutie mark problems. From the way she spoke, I could tell that Apple Bloom’s work took a lot out of her, but that it also made her happy to help the people she did. The conversation eventually shifted to Applejack’s friends, whom Applejack was more than happy to talk about. She and the other Elements had apparently been getting along just as well as ever, and thankfully, had not had to save the world from any megalomaniacal villains lately. We continued to sip our cocoa as we talked and laughed at each other’s anecdotes, eventually emptying the tall canteen Apple Bloom had brought.

As the conversation reached a lull, I raised my mug to my lips and swallowed down my last mouthful of cocoa. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Apple Bloom look over at Applejack and nod towards the back of the room. In response, Applejack smiled and nodded back at her. As I set aside my empty mug, my sisters rose from their chairs, Applejack walking over and closing the curtains while Apple Bloom approached me.

“Stand up, Anon,” said Apple Bloom, grabbing my hands and gently pulling me to my feet.

“That time again, is it?” I said with a smile as she led me back to our mattress. I quickly leaned in and planted a quick kiss on her neck.

“Hold on, hold on,” she chuckled. “Just have a seat. There’s somethin’ I wanna talk to you about.”

“Oh...okay,” I said tentatively.

“Don’t worry,” she said, gently pushing me down onto the mattress. “You ain’t in trouble.”

Apple Bloom sat down on the mattress beside me, with Applejack soon joining us, sitting down on my other side. I waited silently for one of them to start talking and explain what was going on. Applejack was looking over at Apple Bloom and smiling; Apple Bloom seemed to be deep in thought.

“Go ahead,” said Applejack after a few moments had passed. “Tell him.”

Apple Bloom looked up at me for a moment, then slowly pushed herself up, threw a leg over me, and sat down on my lap, facing me. She wrapped her legs around my middle and her arms around my shoulders, pulling us closely together. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her tight, looking up at her. She stared down at me with her big orange eyes, looking nervous. I watched her lips move as they attempted to form the beginnings of words, all of which petered off before the first syllable. Eventually, she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again.

“Anon,” she said softly.

“Yeah?” I said just as softly.

“I’ve been...doin’ a lot of thinkin’ recently,” she said.

“What about?” I said.

“Well...the other night...you told me that you’d always love me,” she said, “no matter who I wanna spend my life with.”

“I did say that,” I said.

“You told me that...I should be with someone who makes me happy,” she said. I nodded slowly. “I don’t know what life’s got in store for me. I don’t know what I’m gonna be doin’ years down the road. But there is somethin’ I do know: I know who I wanna be with. I know who makes me happy...happier than anyone else in the world does. You.”

“Me?” I said.

Apple Bloom smiled and nodded. “You’ve made me happier over the past few months than I can ever remember bein’,” she said. “I’ve always wanted you to be a bigger part of my life, but...I never realized just how big of a part I wanted you to be. Bein’ here with you and AJ...this is what I want; this is where I belong. I wanna be right here, by your side...forever.”

“Apple Bloom...” I said.

“You two have been so good to me,” she said. “You’ve given me everythin’ I asked for. But I’m greedy; I want more. I don’t just wanna be your little sister. I don’t just wanna be your...sister with benefits either. I wanna be your woman. And I want you to be my man.”

A silence hung over the treehouse as her words slowly filtered through my brain. This time, it was I who was at a loss for words, struggling to formulate my jumbled thoughts into words. “Apple Bloom,” I said. “I...but...AJ and I...” My eyes wandered over towards Applejack, who was still sitting at my side.

“Anon,” said Applejack, smiling and putting a hand on my shoulder, “Apple Bloom and I had a long talk. She’s told me how she feels; she’s told me what she wants. And I know she’s tellin’ the truth. She feels the same way I used to; she wants the same thing I wanted. And...I don’t intend to keep her from it.”

“But, AJ,” I said, “you and I are...”

“What? Married?” she said. “You and I both know that’s not true. We’ve always done things our own way, you and I. We’ve only ever answered to each other. We’re already broken the rules, so...there’s no reason we can’t go a little further.”

“You’re not wrong,” I said tentatively. “We have made our own rules. We have done things our own way. But still...I made you a promise. I promised to be your man. I promised to love you and take care of you...forever.”

“And I expect you to keep that promise,” she said with a smile. “But...I’m gonna trust you to make this decision. We’re both your sisters; you shouldn’t have to choose between us. If you really do love me, and you really love her too, then...there shouldn’t be anythin’ to worry about. If you love us both...then there’s no reason the three of us can’t be together. But if you don’t...if you only love her as a sister, not a woman...you need to tell her that. You need to be honest with her...and with me. As long as you tell the truth...everythin’ will be alright.”

I tore my gaze away from Applejack, looking up at Apple Bloom once more. “Anon,” said Apple Bloom, “I love you. I love you more than anyone else in the world...and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. But...I can’t be with you if you don’t feel the same way. I can’t be with a man who doesn’t love me as a woman, and I don’t wanna come between the two of you if you don’t. So I need you to tell me what you really think of me, right here, right now. I need you to tell me if...you love me too. Just tell me the truth. I promise I’ll be alright no matter what you say. No matter what you decide...I’ll always be your sister.”

I stared at her for several moments before my gaze dropped, my eyes falling closed as I slipped into deep thought. The question burning in my mind was the same one burning in both of their minds as well: how did I really feel about Apple Bloom? Did I really love her the same way I loved Applejack? Did I want her to be my woman? All I had to do was say yes and Apple Bloom could be mine. I could have both of my beautiful sisters in my arms, not to mention in my bed. A little voice in my head was screaming at me to accept immediately, to take both of them as my women without a second thought. But deep down, I knew I couldn’t do that. Whatever decision I made, whatever I told my sisters, it would have to be the pure, one-hundred percent, honest-to-goodness truth; they deserved nothing less.

My mind wandered to Applejack, filling with my thoughts and feelings for her. I had always felt love for her in my heart, but what made that love so special? How was the love one feels for their woman different from the love one feels for their sister? I thought of how I had felt for all those years, watching her from afar, too afraid to confront my own feelings. I thought of how I had felt when she and I had finally crossed that line and become more than merely brother and sister. I thought of how I felt in the present, with us having given ourselves to each other in every way possible.

Every time I saw her, every time I touched her, every fleeting moment we spent together, I was happy. When she held me in her arms and told me she loved me, nothing else mattered. When I took her in my arms and squeezed her tightly, I knew in my heart that that was where we both belonged. She and I fit together like the pieces of a puzzle, each of us made to be with the other. We belonged together, and so too, I realized, did Apple Bloom.

In the short time since Apple Bloom had come back into our lives, she had made herself so at home that it felt as if she had always been there. Walking up to her, taking her in my arms, and kissing her felt as natural to me as it did with Applejack. Despite being so emotionally distant from each other for so many years, the three of us had become as close as three people really could. In my mind, she was no third wheel, but an essential part of what our relationship had become. It was hard for me to imagine what my life would be like if she wasn’t there with us; nor, I realized, did I want to. After all these years, I finally had my little sister back, and I would rather die than part with her again.

I took a deep breath, opened my eyes, and looked up at Apple Bloom. “Apple Bloom,” I said softly, “if you’d asked me this a month or two ago...I would have said no. But now...” I gulped, then began again. “All these years...I’ve thought all I needed to be happy was to be with Applejack. And when she and I were finally together...I felt like the happiest man in the world. I felt like there was nothin’ else in all of Equestria that could possibly make me happier. I was wrong.

“All these years, I’ve had a hole in my heart...and Apple Bloom-shaped hole...and I didn’t even know it was there. I’d forgotten just how much I cared about you...how much I loved you. Now that I have you back...I feel whole again. I feel like I’m finally where I’m supposed to be, here with both of you. You both make me so happy, on your own and together. And when I see you happy too...it makes me feel all the better knowin’ it was me that made you that way. That’s what I really want. I don’t just wanna see you be happy, I wanna be the one to make you happy.

“You said that you were greedy for wantin’ to be with me; well, now it’s my turn to be greedy. I want you to be with me, Apple Bloom...with both of us. I want the three of us to be together forever, just like we are now. I wanna hold you in my arms. I wanna kiss you. I wanna hear you laugh and see you smile. I want you to be mine, and I want to be yours. I love you, Apple Bloom; I know that now. I love you...and I always will. I was a fool to let you walk out of my life before; I’m never gonna make that mistake again.”

Apple Bloom had tears in her eyes by the time I finished; I did too. She buried her face in my neck and tightened her hold on me, just as I tightened my hold on her. Her heavy sobs echoed in my ears, and the river of tears flowing from her eyes drenched my skin. My eyes snapped shut as sobs began to issue forth from my own mouth as well and I nuzzled her head with my own. We cried loudly together, our heaving chests pressed together. As we cried, I felt another body press up against mine, and another pair of arms wrap themselves around Apple Bloom and I. Applejack held us against her, gently stroking our heads and shoulders and whispering soothing words into our ears.

I don’t know how long the three of us sat there like that, but eventually, my sobbing diminished into heavy breathing, and I opened my moist eyes again. I lowered my lips to Apple Bloom’s skin and planted a smattering of weak kisses on her neck as she finished crying. Soon after I began, I felt Apple Bloom’s lips on my own skin, leaving a trail of kisses that slowly moved up my neck, across my chin, and finally arrived at my lips. She and I shared a long, slow kiss, using our lips and tongues to convey a message that our words could not. We moaned softly into each other’s mouths while gently caressing each other’s backs.

When our tongues eventually slid out of each other’s mouths and our lips parted, we opened our eyes again, looking at each other as we nuzzled our faces together. Apple Bloom’s eyes were red, but she had a quivering smile on her lips. I raised a hand up and gently wiped away some of the tears that coated her sopping wet cheeks. She removed one of her hands from my shoulders and placed it on my hand, squeezing it tightly.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” I whispered back.

Apple Bloom pulled my hand down between us, taking it in both of hers; her hands trembled as she held me. “I promise you...I’ll be the best woman to you I can be,” she said, her voice as unsteady as her grip. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy. I’ll take care of you, I’ll look out for you, and I’ll love you...every day and every night. I’ll love you for the rest of my life. I swear it.”

I raised my other hand up and gripped her hands in mine, holding them steady. “And I promise you...I’ll be the best man to you that I can be,” I said. “I’ll give you whatever you want...and whatever you need. I’ll take care of you, I’ll protect you, and I’ll love you forever. I’ll love you, and I won’t stop lovin’ you even one bit, no matter what. I swear it to you. I swear it to both of you.”

I glanced up at Applejack, who was still embracing us and looking down at us. She was smiling down on us, her eyes moist as well. Suddenly, she took hold of Apple Bloom and I and pulled us in close to her, pressing our heads up against her chest. I heard her sniffle as she quickly covered our foreheads in kisses. Apple Bloom and I released each other’s hands and wrapped our arms around each other and Applejack, squeezing the three of us together.

“I love you both...so much,” said Applejack, audibly attempting to hold back tears.

“We love you too, AJ,” said Apple Bloom, nuzzling her chest.

“I was...I was hopin’ things would turn out like this,” said Applejack. “I didn’t want you to leave us either. I wanted you to stay with us...forever.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that anymore,” I said. “We’re together now, all three of us. We belong to each other...and we always will.”

Apple Bloom smiled and pressed her lips against mine, kissing me passionately. Shortly after we began, we felt Applejack attempting to nuzzle her way in as well. Together, we raised our heads and met Applejack’s lips, sharing a three-way kiss with her. Our kiss started off slow and romantic, the three of us taking our time and feeling out every inch of each other’s mouths. As time went on, however, the kiss grew more heated, our tongues wrestling with each other in a struggle for dominance. Just as our tongues grew more playful, so too did our hands, which wandered over each other’s bodies wherever they pleased. I felt my sisters caress my muscles and tug on my clothing, just as I squeezed their soft, feminine flesh and pulled on their clothes as well.

It was not long before we were flat-out ripping each other’s clothes off, our lips parting only as long as we needed to remove our various garments from our bodies. My sisters tossed their shirts and bras aside, their big, soft breasts smooshing together against my bare chest. Our pants and underwear soon met with the same fate, leaving our legs free to rub and twist together as we all lied down on the mattress. We kicked off each other’s socks, our bare feet wriggling together in a playful game of footsie. Our hands continued to wander even after we were naked, squeezing and caressing each other’s butts, chests, and our more private areas.

“Anon,” said Apple Bloom, pulling back from the kiss for a moment.

“Yeah?” I said, parting my lips from Applejack’s and looking at her.

“I wanna...do it for real this time,” she said.

“You mean...?” I said.

Apple Bloom smiled and nodded weakly. “I’m your woman now,” she said. “I want everythin’ that goes with that. I want you to treat me like you treat her; no holdin’ back. I want you to have my first time, even if...I can’t have yours.” Her gaze dropped and her smile faltered as she said this.

I raised a hand and gently caressed her cheek. “If that’s what you really want...then I’ll do it,” I said. “But I want you to know...even if you’re my second...you’ll never be second place in my heart. Okay?” Apple Bloom looked up at me and smiled, nodding again. “But, Apple Bloom...are you sure you...wanna do this right here? Right now? We don’t have to rush this; we can do it however you want to.”

Apple Bloom chuckled softly. “Who’s rushin’?” she said, putting a hand on mine. “I wanted to do it here. I’ve wanted it to be here...ever since AJ told me about the night you two first did it. The way you two went down to the swimmin’ hole like you did...I thought that was the most romantic thing I’d ever heard. You two went somewhere you had happy memories together...and you made some new memories. Well...this is where my happy memories are, here in this room. I’ve done so much growin’ up in this treehouse; now, I wanna do a little more growin’ up here. I’m your woman now, so make me a woman already!”

I chuckled unintentionally at her expression, a combination of fiery determination and lust. I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “Alright,” I said, “let’s do it.” I turned and looked at Applejack, who was watching us with a smile. “You gonna be alright, AJ?”

“Don’t you worry about me, sugarcube,” she said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’ll take care of myself. You just focus on her today. Make her first time a good one.”

I nodded at her before turning back to Apple Bloom. Taking hold of Apple Bloom’s shoulders, I gently adjusted her, lying her down flat on her back with her head resting comfortably on a pillow. Applejack lied down next to her and faced towards us, getting as close as she could without getting in the way. I held myself up on my hands and knees above Apple Bloom, looking down on her. As expected, she was trying to put on a brave face, but I could see through the facade to the nervousness underneath. I gave her as comforting a smile as I could muster and put a hand on her cheek, stroking it gently. She nuzzled my hand like a small animal, seemingly relaxing a bit.

“You’re so beautiful, Apple Bloom,” I whispered.

“Thanks,” she said, blushing noticeably. “You...you’re not so bad yourself.”

I chuckled softly as I slowly lowered myself, gently lying down on top of her and moving my face in towards hers. Her round, perky breasts squished up against my chest as we came together, her nipples brushing against my skin. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, caressing them and my upper back with her slender, feminine hands. I reached up and gently held her head, lightly stroking her cheeks and her hair. She lifted her soft, smooth legs and rubbed them slowly against mine. As our faces met, we closed our eyes and puckered our lips, pressing them together in a gentle kiss.

So tender and soft was our kiss that I felt as if my lips were touching a cloud. Immediately, memories came rushing back to me of the very first kiss I had ever shared with her, the very first kiss anyone had ever shared with her. Back then, she had been so distant, so nervous, so hesitant to take even the tiniest step into my life. Of course, that had changed dramatically over the relatively short time we had been together. She had grown more confident and more comfortable around Applejack and I with every passing day, to the point where she was often the one spurring us on instead. It was comforting to see my sister, once so bitter and cold, acting so passionate once again. Admittedly, it was also very sexy.

All of this passed through my mind in a flash as our lips touched. Of course, we did not stop with such a chaste display of affection. Within moments, we were pressing our faces even closer together, parting our lips and letting our tongues slip out. Our mouths locked together and our tongues collided, wrapping around each other and feeling each other out. Soft moans rose up from our throats and echoed into each other’s mouths as we continued our gentle tongue wrestling. We gradually grew more energetic as the seconds passed by, our continuous kiss eventually breaking and being replaced with a flurry of quick pecks and licks.

Moving away from her lips, I kissed my way across her cheek towards her ear, kissing and licking around it, behind it, and even giving her earlobe a gentle nibble as well. I did not spend long there, however, soon leaving her ear behind and heading downward. I kissed my way down her neck to her chest, Apple Bloom grasping my head and running her fingers through my hair as I reached it. I wasted no time in burying my face in her soft mounds, nuzzling and kissing her warm skin. I took one of them in each hand, squeezing them gently as I moved my mouth to her nipples one at a time. When I took one of her pretty pink nubs into my mouth and began to suck, Apple Bloom’s gentle moans sharply increased in volume. I spent a minute or two suckling on her breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen and lengthen against my tongue, before I reluctantly moved on again.

I pulled my mouth from her glistening nub with an audible pop, then kissed my way down the slope of her breast to her toned stomach. Working my way downward, my hands gliding across the curves of her thin waist, I arrived at her hips. Her plump lower lips lay before my face, large amounts of her sweet nectar already seeping out of them. Under normal circumstances, I probably would have just dove right in, burying my tongue in her soft folds and lapping up as much as I could, but I didn’t want to give her that satisfaction quite so soon. Placing some teasing kisses on her inner thigh, I continued onward, heading down her leg.

I gently grasped her leg and raised it up into the air as I made my way down her soft thigh. Passing her knee and her slender calf, I arrived at her pretty little foot. Since the Running of the Leaves, I had had ample opportunity to play with her feet, and had learned how to touch them to produce the greatest effect. I kissed my way over her ankle, past her heel, and up her arch, lightly tickling it with the tip of my tongue. When I reached her toes, I gently dug my tongue into the skin at their bases, making her moan and wriggle her toes. Lastly, I raised my lips and placed a quick kiss on each of her toes before finally letting up.

I slowly lowered her leg back down to the mattress, reaching over and taking hold of her other one. I lifted the leg up and gave it the same treatment I had given the first, only in reverse. Starting at her toes, I gave each of them their own kisses before moving down her foot. I kissed my way down her arch, past her heel and ankle, across her calf and thigh, and eventually arrived back up at her hips. The extra time I had taken to tease her had seemingly been well worth it, as she was breathing even heavier and leaking even more than she had been when I had begun. Looking up at her and seeing the adorably needy look on her face, I decided to delay no longer, heading straight for her lower lips.

A few more kisses was all it took to reach them, my lips soon making contact with the hot, wet skin. Poking my tongue out, I placed it at the bottom of her slit, slowly licking my way up all the way to the top. I made several more passes, digging my tongue a bit deeper between her lips every time. As I did so, Apple Bloom grabbed my head and let out a series of stuttering moans and whimpers, growing louder with each additional touch. Reaching the end of a lick, I moved higher and placed my mouth over her clit, reaching out with my tongue and caressing the little nub as delicately as if it were made of glass. As soon as I made contact, she gasped and pressed my face more firmly against her skin. I spent a little while like that, drawing out little squeals and squeaks, before finally pulling back my head and rising up again.

I crawled forward on my knees and forearms, positioning myself above Apple Bloom once again. She looked up at me with half-lidded eyes, her chest heaving already. “You sure you’re ready?” I said softly. “We can still stop.”

Apple Bloom swallowed and nodded her head. “I’m ready,” she said. “Make me yours.”

I smiled, leaning down and giving her one more gentle kiss. I kept our faces close when we parted, only pulling back far enough to see what I would be doing next. Looking downward, I saw my rock-hard member hanging down, my tip resting on her stomach. Using one forearm to hold myself up, I lifted the other one and reached down, taking hold of my member. I carefully readjusted myself, moving my tip closer towards her lower lips and what lay beyond them. A shiver passed through both of us as I made contact with her silky smooth skin, making us gasp. With a small amount of force, I was able to push my head through her well lubricated lips and up against her entrance.

Applejack reached over and grasped one of Apple Bloom’s hands, squeezing it firmly. “Just relax, sugarcube,” she whispered in Apple Bloom’s ear. “Relax...and breathe.”

Apple Bloom closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the air back our slowly. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, her breathing having calmed somewhat. She smiled up at me, slowly nodding her head to signal me onward. I returned her smile, gazing down at the face of my beautiful little sister, a girl I had known since the day she was born, now a girl no longer. The person lying below me was a woman, a strong, intelligent, and attractive woman at that. And more than that, she was my woman, and always would be. Breathing one last deep breath, I slowly thrust my hips forward, pushing my tip through her tight entrance and taking my sister’s virginity.

After all I had been through over the past several months, I had thought that I would be prepared for the wave of sensations that hit me like a runaway apple cart. Apple Bloom’s inner walls clamped down around me with a grip so incredibly tight that I had to fight to keep my composure. As the first little bit was forced into her, she and I both made our feelings apparent, her letting out a prolonged squeal while I grunted and moaned. Despite the challenge that laid before me, I did not give up, pushing forward with enough force to send me slowly squeezing through her tight, wet, and silky smooth passageway. It was an uphill battle, every little bit of ground I gained only being won through tremendous effort.

Inch after inch of my length gradually disappeared within her, the time passing by as slowly as dripping molasses. I had to stop a few times along the way, both to catch my breath, and to keep the physical pleasure from overwhelming me. All the while, however, Apple Bloom and I kept our eyes locked on each other, watching as each other’s faces contorted in pleasure. Eventually, after an indeterminate amount of time, I felt the last little bit of my shaft slip through her entrance, being squeezed in the same intense grip as the rest of it. I pressed my hips against hers, pushing myself as deep as I could possibly go into her. As I hilted inside of her, I felt a firm touch on my tip as it lightly brushed up against her cervix.

Already tired from my endeavor, I collapsed down onto Apple Bloom, our bodies and faces pressing together. We lied like that for a minute or so, allowing our bodies and minds to adjust to the myriad of feelings flowing through us. Both of us were breathing heavily, our chests heaving together as we sucked in each other’s breath. I fought to keep my eyes open, staring into her own half-closed eyes. Down below, both of us were twitching and clenching constantly, the sensation typically causing the other to reciprocate.

“Are you alright?” I breathed when I was lucid enough to form words again.

The corners of Apple Bloom’s mouth turned upwards. “Yeah,” she breathed. “I’m...I’m alright.”

I smiled as well, chuckling softly in spite of myself. I pressed my lips against hers, drawing her into a gentle kiss. Both of us were too out of it to muster any sort of finesse or grace. In fact, our kiss could barely even be called that, more closely resembling nuzzling with occasional light lip and tongue contact. As we went at it, she lifted her arms and draped them around my neck, pulling me in closer. In response, I reached up and held her head, lightly stroking her cheeks and her hair.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you,” she whispered back.

The sound of a muffled moan caught our attention, prompting both me and Apple Bloom to glance over to the side. Applejack was still lying on her side next to us, watching us intently. One of her hands was between her legs, enthusiastically working her pussy, while her other hand was busy mauling her breasts. She looked at us through half-lidded eyes, smiling at us. Apple Bloom and I smiled back at her, then turned to face each other once again.

“I’m gonna move now,” I said.

“Okay,” Apple Bloom said, nodding.

After preparing myself mentally and physically, I slowly drew back my hips, pulling myself out of her depths one little bit at a time. The sensation of our tender skin rubbing together was just as powerful going out as it had been going in, sending spine-tingling waves of pleasure coursing through both of us. We embraced each other tightly as I went along, closing our eyes and continuing our nuzzling. Fortunately, I did not have to be as gentle going out as I did going in, so before long, I reached the point where only my head remained in the warm embrace of her folds. I paused a few moments, allowing both of us to prepare, then began another slow thrust back into her.

The second thrust was easier than the first, but only slightly. I was more used to the pressure of her grip the second time around, and I could tell she was doing her best to relax and to not clench down around me if she could help it. Despite this, I still went slowly and carefully, both to control the pleasure boiling up within me and to keep her from being hurt. My patience was eventually rewarded when I once again buried the last inch of my shaft inside of her, reveling in the feeling of her hot, wet flesh wrapped around me. Since we had completed one full cycle without incident, I proceeded to repeat the process, slowly drawing myself out of her only to push myself right back in just as slowly.

Over the next few minutes, I gradually increased the speed and force of my thrusts while still trying to go deep every time. Apple Bloom seemed to appreciate my efforts, as her moans grew increasingly more wild and intense, interspaced with breathy calls of my name. Of course, I was very much enjoying making love to my sister as well, each minute movement I made sending a new wave of pleasure flowing through me to the far corners of my body. Up top, our makeout session grew more fervent as well, our mouths mashing together in a proper, sloppy tongue kiss. We moaned into each other’s mouths as we held each other and enjoyed the pleasure we gave one another.

When I reached a good, steady speed, I ceased accelerating, the sensation already being enough to make both of us moan and whimper like beasts. Apple Bloom’s legs, which had been lying on the mattress twitching when I had begun, had gradually worked their way up and around my hips, wrapping around me and holding me tight. She embraced me tightly with her arms as well, running her hands over my upper back and through my hair. We continued on like that for a few more minutes, our combined vocalizations, ours and Applejack’s, echoing throughout the room and into our ears. The swirling torrent of lust in my mind grew stronger with every second, bringing me closer and closer to my peak.

Before I reached the home stretch, however, Apple Bloom looked up at me and squeaked out a few words in between her moans. “I’m...I’m gonna...I’m gonna...!” she said.

As I expected, the inexperienced Apple Bloom had not lasted quite as long as I had. Of course, I had been prepared for this eventuality, and immediately picked up the pace in an effort to catch up to her. My steady, even thrusting grew more rapid as I slammed my hips into hers as quickly as I dared. I was still being careful and not going at my maximum speed, but even my moderately speedy pace was enough to send me skyrocketing towards my climax. I could feel the pleasure welling up inside of me, the pressure building up like water inside of a water balloon, ready to burst at any moment. I kept a close eye on my rapidly waning endurance, preparing to pull out and finish on her stomach at the last moment.

Suddenly, I felt Apple Bloom’s legs constrict around me, locking me in place and preventing me from pulling out fully. Panic shot through my mind as I remembered that, despite their slender appearance, Apple Bloom’s legs had been strengthened by a lifetime of farm labor, and were more then capable of holding me in place. I looked down at her, attempting to warn her of what she was doing. “Apple Bloom!” I choked out.

“Inside!” she cried out immediately. “Finish inside!”

“But—” I said.

“Please!” she said, looking up at me with desperation in her eyes.

There was no point resisting any more; I was at my limit, and I don’t know if I could have forced myself to pull out even if she had let me. If Apple Bloom wanted what I had to give, then I would give it to her; I would give it all to her. With one last climactic surge of strength, I drew back my hips, pulling out as far as Apple Bloom’s death grip would allow me, then slammed them back down with one mighty thrust. I shot back through her tight passageway as quick as lightning, burying every last inch of my length inside of her and putting my tip right at the gate of her womb. The last shred of willpower I had left in me finally snapped, sending both of us careening into our shared orgasm.

Apple Bloom’s body seized, her muscles clenching around me as she shuddered and shook. Her legs somehow managed to grip me even tighter than before, welding our hips together with the red-hot intensity of her passion. Her inner walls clamped down around my shaft, squeezing me like the wettest, hottest, and softest vice in the world. Her hips bucked sporadically as wave after wave of ecstasy wracked her body. She grasped my head and held my face against hers as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide. The wail of pleasure that had been flowing forth from between her lips grew louder, crescendoing into a scream that rang in my ears and rattled my bones.

At the same time, the pressure that had been building up inside of me finally exploded outward, sending pleasure arcing through my flesh like electricity. Down below, I felt a flood of my seed shoot through my shaft, exploding out of my tip again and again and again, filling up every nook and cranny of her depths. I held her head in my hands as my eyes clamped shut and I let out a tremendous, manly roar. My strength and energy quickly drained out of me, but I did not let up. I persevered, continuing to pour every last bit of my love and every last bit of my lust into her. Burned into my mind was the image of my beautiful Apple Bloom, my sister, my friend, my lover, and most recently, my woman.

I don’t know how long we spent like that, embracing each other as we screamed and shook together, but eventually, our moment of bliss came to an end. After pumping one final burst into her, my exhausted body finally gave out, collapsing limply down onto Apple Bloom. Her own strength ran dry at the same time mine did, her limbs hanging off of me weakly. Our chests heaved together as we sucked air into our lungs to cool our heated muscles. One of us would twitch every once in a while, letting out a gasp or a tiny whimper. My mind was empty of all higher thought, being wrapped in a thick blanket that was only gradually drawn away.

My eyes fluttered open, and I looked upon the serene face of my little sister, still pressed against mine. Stretching out my lips, I gave her a series of light kisses when I wasn’t busy breathing. Her lips responded automatically, stretching forward to meet with mine whenever they could. We kept nuzzling each other for a while, my fingers eventually finding the strength to lightly caress her face.

“Apple Bloom,” I whispered. As she slowly lifted her eyelids, I gazed deeply into her big orange eyes, which had a glimmer of love and life in them the likes of which I had never seen in them before. “How do you feel?”

“I feel...perfect,” she whispered. “Just...perfect. Thank you.”

“No...thank you,” I corrected.

Apple Bloom smiled at me for a moment, before turning her head and looking over to the side, where we could hear more deep breathing than just our own. I followed her gaze and saw Applejack still lying next to us, looking as if she had just had her own intense climax. She looked back at us, smiling proudly as I had seen her do so many times before. We smiled back at her, not needing words to convey our feelings to each other. Apple Bloom and I looked back at each other, sharing a gentle kiss while stroking each other’s heads.

When I was ready, I summoned my strength and attempted to raise my hips and draw myself back out of her. “Wait,” said Apple Bloom, stopping me before I could move. “Stay inside just a little longer. Please.”

I settled back down, smiling and giving her a kiss on her nose. Rather than pull myself out of her, I gently took hold of her and slowly rolled us over on our sides in the direction opposite Applejack. Apple Bloom cuddled up against my chest, burying her face in my neck. Applejack scooted over and spooned Apple Bloom, putting an arm around the both of us and pulling us close. I wrapped my arms around my sisters in a tight embrace, with Applejack and I nuzzling Apple Bloom’s head.

“I love you, big brother,” said Apple Bloom.

“I love you too, little sis,” I said, planting a kiss on her forehead. I looked up into Applejack’s eyes, and we shared a smile. “I love you too.”

“I know,” Applejack said. “And I won’t forget it.”