Author's Note

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

Happiness

High above the streets of town, way up in the sky where only the winged pegasi could go, a snowflake fell from an innocuous little cloud and began its descent. The delicate little ice crystal was tossed to and fro by the gentle winter winds as it fell, sending it tumbling past the thatched roofs and chimneys of the town’s buildings. If the snowflake had been able to see, it could have looked down upon the heads of all the warmly dressed people hustling and bustling about on whatever business they had to take care of. Shoppers ran from market stall to market stall, carrying colorfully wrapped packages under their arms. Children ran through the streets, laughing and throwing snowballs at one another. There was a line of people at the post office that stretched out the door and halfway down the block.

If the snowflake had been able to hear, then it probably would have heard the sounds of snow crunching under booted feet, festive songs flowing from smiling mouths, and the words “Happy Hearth’s Warming” repeated over and over again. If the snowflake had been able to smell, then it could have detected the myriad of delectable aromas wafting through the air. The smells of baked goods, pies, cakes, cookies, and every other kind imaginable, emanated from open doors and windows. Also detectable were the scents of pine cones, cinnamon, chocolate, and all the other things one would expect to smell around that time of year. Of course, the snowflake was just a snowflake, and so could detect none of these things as it gently floated down onto my outstretched tongue.

I pulled my tongue back into my mouth, feeling the snowflake quickly melt into crystal-clear water and slide down my throat. I smiled, thinking to myself that the snow always seemed to taste a little bit sweeter around that time of year. Of course, the pegasi would not release their finest snowflakes until the night of Hearth’s Warming Eve, which was still around a week and a half away. I had heard from one of my friends that the weather makers up in Cloudsdale worked for months on the Hearth’s Warming snow, each individual flake being hand-crafted by the finest sculptors in the city. While I found that story a little bit hard to believe, I couldn’t argue with the results.

Breathing a contented sigh, I hoisted the shopping bags I carried in my hands and began walking. I carefully worked my way through the crowd, heading down the street through the market area. When I happened to cross paths with people I knew, we would exchange smiles and quick greetings before parting again to carry on with our respective business. Some of the vendors attempted to entice me over to their stalls with promises of holiday sales and gifts my friends couldn’t live without. If I hadn’t been so busy with my shopping, and my hands hadn’t already been full of presents for my extended family, I might have been tempted to investigate.

Despite it being so close to the day in question, I had yet to find Hearth’s Warming gifts for either of my two sisters, a fact which I was very much aware of. I had spent quite a while pondering what to get the two of them, as I wanted to make sure I got them the best presents I could find, especially considering that it would be our first holiday season spent together as more than merely siblings. Applejack, as usual, was little help in this endeavor, telling me openly that she did not need a gift from me. Atypically, Apple Bloom had told me the same thing, a notable departure from her typical request for some flashy item. While it was true that they might not have needed gifts, I was still going to give them each one, hoping that whatever I chose would bring smiles to their faces.

Coincidentally, as I was thinking about my sisters, my wandering eyes happened to fall upon a very familiar figure standing before a storefront at the edge of the market. The woman in question may have been facing away from me, looking into the window of the store, but her profile was one I could have recognized from a mile away. She wore a pair of thick snow boots on her feet, her cowboy boots not being quite warm enough for trudging through the thick layer of white powder that covered the streets. Her thick legs were squeezed into the same pair of worn jeans she always wore, above which she wore a dull orange winter coat. Unlike her boots, her signature hat remained on her head, but was supplemented by a thick green scarf to help stave off the cold. Her long yellow ponytail flowed down her back, wavering gently in the breeze.

I smiled reflexively at the sight of my big sister and began working my way towards her. As I made it out of the crowd occupying the market, I noticed that the store she was standing in front of was the Spurlington Coat Factory, a little family-owned shop that specialized in exactly what you’d think it would. I slowly approached her, and was about to announce my presence, when I noticed what she was looking at. I quietly walked up beside her, Applejack giving no indication that she noticed me, and looked into the large window display before us.

There were a few mannequins posing in the display, each of them wearing a selection of the store’s winter apparel. One of them in particular caught my eye, the same one that Applejack’s gaze seemed to be fixed on. Upon the mannequin’s torso was a waist-length burgundy winter coat with a fleece lining. I had never had much of an eye for fashion, but even I could recognize that the coat was a work of beauty, making even the lifeless mannequin appear vibrant and alluring by association. It was simply designed, but was in no way plain or boring. It was attractive without being extravagant. It looked strong enough to weather a harsh winter storm, but had a subtle feminine aesthetic as well.

I turned my head, looking away from the coat and over at Applejack. She seemed mesmerized by what she saw, staring at the coat with wide eyes and a subtle smile on her lips. “It’s pretty, ain’t it?” I said after watching her for a moment.

Applejack blinked and quickly looked over at me, as if snapping out of a trance. She seemed to relax somewhat as she saw that it was only me. “Oh, um...yeah. I suppose it is,” she said, looking back at the coat. “I bet Rarity would look good in somethin’ like that.”

“Why Rarity?” I asked. “Why not you?”

Applejack chuckled softly and shook her head. “Oh, I...I couldn’t wear somethin’ like that,” she said.

“Why not?” I said.

“A coat that pretty belongs on...someone else’s shoulders...not mine,” she said, her smile fading. “It’d be wasted on me. Besides, there ain’t nothin’ wrong with the one I already got.”

I looked down at Applejack’s coat, thinking to myself that her assessment of it was not entirely accurate. The coat was old, having been in Applejack’s possession for several years, and in our mother’s possession for many years before that, and it definitely looked it. The material had once been a cheerful autumn orange, but years of exposure to the elements had muted the color so much that it almost looked brown. There were several spots where the coat had obviously suffered damage and later been sewn back together and patched up. It had not even been particularly flattering when it had been new, being designed more for practicality than for fashion. Despite all this, I knew the coat to be good at keeping out the cold, which was, apparently, the only thing Applejack cared about.

Before I could open my mouth and say anything, Applejack reached down and picked up the shopping bags that had been sitting on the ground by her feet. “C’mon, Anon,” she said, hefting the bags up. “Let’s go find Apple Bloom and get to the boutique. We still got a lot of shoppin’ to do.” She quickly turned away from the window display and walked away down the street; I took one last look through the window, then followed after her.

Applejack and I soon ran into Apple Bloom a little ways down the street as she emerged from the bike shop. She was wearing a pair of brown snow boots and tight jeans that clung to her slender legs. A slim winter coat of the same color as her hair was wrapped around her torso, looking stylish, yet functional. A pair of fuzzy yellow earmuffs sat on her head, her only headwear other than her hair bow, which stood as tall and proud as always. She excitedly showed us the set of special scooter wheels she had bought for Scootaloo, which had been magically enchanted to shimmer in a lovely bright orange color.

With the three of us back together, we set off down the street once again, heading in the direction of Carousel Boutique. Before long, we turned a corner and saw Rarity’s shop in the distance, its tall spire jutting up above the surrounding buildings. As we approached the front door, I took note of the expert craftsmanship that Applejack had put into repairing the damaged entryway, making it look just as it always had. Shifting my bags to one hand, I pulled the door open with the other, holding it as my sisters entered before me.

Stepping into the boutique, I felt the embrace of the warm air within, a welcome reprieve from the chill of the outside world. Looking around the showroom, I saw beautiful pieces of clothing adorning mannequins and hanging from racks, many of which had a noticeably festive look to them. A minimalistic amount of holiday decorations had been arranged around the room, Rarity’s eye for aesthetics having allowed her to give the place a warm, seasonal atmosphere with only a small number of wreaths and garlands. A record player towards the back of the room was playing soft instrumental holiday music, further adding to the feel of the place. A handful of customers were milling about the store, browsing Rarity’s fine selection of goods.

We saw Rarity herself standing with one of these customers, seemingly helping her choose an outfit. She spotted us as we entered, looking over and smiling. “I’ll be just a moment, you three!” she called out to us. “Make yourselves at home.”

My sisters and I walked further in and sat down on one of the couches Rarity had around the room for her customers’ benefit. We set down our shopping bags beside us and stretched out our legs, taking a minute to rest our cold, weary feet. About a minute later, Rarity parted with her customer and walked over to where we sat, with us rising to meet her. As she approached I got a good look at what she was wearing: a beautiful dark blue knee-length dress decorated with icy blue crystalline designs reminiscent of snowflakes. A pair of matching dark blue flats and snowflake-shaped earrings completed her outfit.

“Applejack, darling, how are you?” said Rarity, smiling and holding out her arms for a hug. Applejack smiled and stepped forward, embracing her friend. “Oh, I feel as if I haven’t seen you in ages.”

Applejack chuckled softly. “I’m doin’ just fine, Rarity,” she said before the two of them parted.

“And Apple Bloom!” said Rarity, reaching out and embracing her next. “How are you, my dear?”

“Oh, you know. Same as always,” said Apple Bloom, smiling and hugging her back.

“I notice you’re wearing your hair bow again,” said Rarity as they parted. “Feeling nostalgic?”

“Well...I guess you could say that,” said Apple Bloom.

“Well, whatever the reason, I think you look positively lovely,” said Rarity, placing a hand aside Apple Bloom’s face for a moment.

“Thanks, Rarity,” said Apple Bloom, blushing slightly.

Rarity looked over at me next, chuckling softly. “Hello, Anon,” she said, stretching out her arms towards me.

“Howdy, Rarity,” I said, reaching out and giving her a gentle hug.

“How are you?” she said softly.

“Oh, can’t complain,” I said before releasing her. “How about you?”

Rarity’s warm, cheery expression faded somewhat. “Oh, well...I’ve been better,” she said. “The holiday rush has certainly kept me on my toes recently. On top of that, I’ve been pulling a lot of late nights trying to get through my backlog of orders before Hearths Warming. It’s certainly been a lot of work, but...no one ever said fashion was easy.”

“Are you really that swamped?” asked Applejack. “I don’t wanna make more work for you if you already got your hands full.”

“Oh, it’s quite alright,” said Rarity, smiling at her. “I promised you this weeks ago, and a true fashionista never breaks a promise to her friends.”

“Well...alright,” said Applejack. “If you’re sure.”

“Don’t you worry about a thing,” said Rarity. “I promised you I would have it done by Hearth’s Warming, and I intend to deliver. Now, have you brought me one of her dresses like I asked?”

“Yep,” said Applejack, reaching down and grabbing one of the bags she had been carrying around with her. She reached into the bag and slowly pulled out a long, baby blue dress decorated with white dots.

Rarity carefully took the dress from Applejack and held it up in the air, looking it up and down. “Oh my,” she said, her eyes widening. “I had forgotten just how...well-endowed your mother is.” Her gaze lingered on the ample amounts of loose fabric around the chest and the posterior of the dress. “This is going take quite a lot of fabric.” She mumbled to herself as she started slipping into fashion mode.

“If it’s too much trouble...we can pay you for it,” said Apple Bloom. “You don’t have to do it for free.”

Rarity snapped out of her trance and looked back over at us, a smile returning to her face. “Oh, nonsense!” she said. “This is my present to her too, after all. It’s also my way of thanking her for raising such wonderful children.”

“Alright, if you say so,” said Apple Bloom.

“Now,” said Rarity, throwing the dress over her arm and looking at Applejack, “I’ll get the measurements and get this back to you as soon as I can. She won’t even know it’s gone.”

“Take your time,” said Applejack. “I don’t think she’ll notice.”

“Do you want to make any final changes before I get started?” said Rarity. “I just got a new batch of gemstones over the weekend. Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to throw a few emeralds on for good measure?”

“No thanks,” chuckled Applejack. “Just do it the way we talked about before. The way you were describin’ it, I’m sure it’ll look beautiful as is.”

“Very well,” said Rarity. “I’ll get started on it right away. And I’ll have it to you before Hearth’s Warming, just like I promised.”

“Thanks, Rarity,” I said. “We knew we could count on you.”

“Well, we’d best be mosyin’ on now,” said Applejack. “We got a lot more shoppin’ to do, and we don’t wanna keep you any longer than we have to.”

“Oh, alright,” said Rarity, looking only mildly disappointed. “Happy Hearth’s Warming, you three.”

“Happy Hearth’s Warmin’, Rarity,” my sisters and I echoed, stepping forward and giving Rarity a parting group hug.

We had gathered up our bags once again and had begun heading towards the door when I heard Rarity’s voice once again. “Anon, darling!” she called out. I stopped where I was and did a half turn, looking back at her. “Could you...stay a moment more, please. There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“Uh...” I said, looking back towards my sisters, who had also stopped walking. While Rarity and I had spoken with each other several times since the awkward movie date incident, our meetings had always been in Applejack’s presence. The three of us had eventually cleared the air between us, coming away with no hard feelings on anyone’s part, but Rarity’s atypical request for a private chat still raised a red flag in my mind. I wasn’t so much worried for my sake as for Applejack’s, wondering whether she would be comfortable with leaving us alone together.

Applejack looked back at me and smiled. “Don’t worry,” she said. “Just catch up when you’re done.”

“Alright then,” I said. “See you later, I guess.” My sisters gave me a parting smile, then turned and resumed their walk to the front door, quickly reaching it and exiting the building. I turned around once again and walked back towards Rarity, stopping and setting down my bags when I reached her. “What can I do for you?”

Rarity smiled and chuckled softly. “You needn’t do a thing for me, Anon,” she said. “You’ve already done more than I could ask for.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well...it’s not so much what you’ve done for me, actually,” she said, “it’s what you’ve done for Applejack. That’s what I wanted to thank you for.”

“Thank me?” I said. “I don’t understand.”

“I think you do understand,” she said. “Your sister has changed quite a bit over the past few months. Surely you must have noticed that.”

“Well...yeah, of course I have,” I said. “She’s...a lot more easygoin’ than she used to be. She smiles a lot more. She’s also a lot more comfortable talkin’ about...certain things. But she’s still the same Applejack she’s always been.”

“Well...you’re not wrong,” she said. “Anon, Applejack is one of my dearest friends. In fact, I’d go so far as to say she’s my very best friend. The two of us have known each other since we were little girls. I remember what she was like back in those days, and I remember what she was like...in the years that followed. She was so happy back then, so full of life. I remember thinking that there was nothing in the world that could possibly phase such a strong young girl. But then...when your father...” Her gaze dropped for a moment, then she sighed and looked back up at me.

“She was never the same after that,” Rarity continued. “She was scared...scared and heartbroken. She tried to hide it, of course. I noticed how she always put on a brave face when she was around others, especially you and your family. But...in those rare moments when she let her guard down...I saw how much she was hurting. I’ve tried to stay by her side through the years, helping her in any way I could. As time went on, she got better...but not by much. When Twilight Sparkle came to town and we started spending more time with her and our other friends, that helped as well, but becoming one of Equestria’s protectors certainly didn’t motivate her to let her guard down.

“I had just about given up hope of ever getting the old Applejack back, but one day...I saw her smile...smile like she used to, back before she took the weight of the world on her shoulders. For the first time in many years, I saw my friend again, wholly and truly. Naturally, I wanted to know the reason. What had happened to my friend to make her forget the pain she had carried with her for so long? Who out there had managed to succeed where I had failed? It wasn’t long afterwards that I found out the answer. It was you. You’re the one who saved your sister. You’re the one who taught her to love life again. For that reason, and for a thousand others...I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

A moment of silence passed between us before I found my voice. “Rarity,” I said, “I...I can’t take credit for all that. I know she’s been...hurtin’ all these years, and I know she’s always tried to be strong through all of it. But at the same time...I know that fire in her never really left...it just smoldered for a while. When you say that she’s been actin’ more like she used to, I agree with that. She is happier than she used to be, but...I really think she’s doin’ that for herself. She’s the one that’s been holdin’ on to that hurt for so long, and now she’s the one lettin’ it go. She’s a strong woman...that’s why she’s been able to move on, not because of me. If I did anythin’...it wasn’t any more than givin’ her a little nudge in the right direction.”

Rarity chuckled softly. “Well...she is a strong woman,” she said, “but even strong women need help from time to time...especially from the ones they love. Personally, I think you’ve given her a bit more than just a nudge, but my point stands. You’ve helped her, and for that, you have my undying gratitude.”

“In that case,” I said, smiling at her, “allow me to thank you too. Thank you for bein’ such a good friend to her all these years. I think you’ve really helped her out a lot, you and the rest of your friends. If there’s ever anythin’ I can do to repay you, just say the word.”

“Just keep being the best brother to her that you can be,” she said, stepping forward and pulling me into a hug.

“I will,” I said, hugging her back. “And you keep bein’ the best friend to her that you can be.”

“Deal,” she said. A few moments later, she and I parted once again, Rarity looking at me with a smile. “You know...Applejack isn’t the only one who’s changed recently. I’ve noticed that your...younger sister is much more cheerful than she used to be.”

“She sure is,” I said, accidentally giving an honest response before remembering the context of our conversation. Rarity had not yet been told that Applejack and I had welcomed Apple Bloom into our relationship, my sisters and I wanting to keep that information on a need-to-know basis. Not wanting to be the one to slip up, I hastily attempted to remedy the situation. “I mean, uh...I suppose she is. I hadn’t really noticed.” I threw in an awkward chuckle for added effect.

Rarity chuckled at my clumsy save. “Darling, it’s alright,” she said. “It was just an observation. I haven’t been made privy to...any information that might explain that. And if this particular mystery remains unsolved, well...I don’t plan on prying. It’s none of my business what goes on at Sweet Apple Acres. I just want you to know that...I’ll always be here for you, you and your sisters. I’ll always support you, no matter what. I’m just glad to see you three have managed to find happiness again; that’s all I care about.”

A smile returned to my face as my worries slowly drained out of me. “Thank you,” I said. “Thank you so much.”

“Think nothing of it,” she said, smiling and lightly placing a hand on my cheek. She looked into my eyes for a moment before her caring expression became noticeably more playful. “Now, run along, farm boy. Your sisters are waiting for you.”

Rarity and I said our goodbyes once again and parted ways, her returning to her work and I picking up my bags and heading for the door. As I stepped out into the chilly winter air, I stopped for a moment, reflecting on what had just happened. I chuckled in spite of myself and shook my head, silently thanking fate for giving my sisters and I a friend like Rarity. Letting out a contented sigh, I resumed walking, heading off in search of my two favorite women in the world.

It took only a few minutes of walking through the busy streets before I ran into Apple Bloom again. She told me that Applejack had gone off to buy some things for her friends, and that the three of us should meet up again later. As she and I walked past the shops lining the streets, Apple Bloom showed me the gift she had bought for Sweetie Belle: a record of the soundtrack of Hinny of the Hills, which was, apparently, one of Sweetie Belle’s favorite musicals. We continued to talk about this and that as we went along, until I happened to look over at her and noticed that she was no longer walking alongside me. I quickly spun around and saw Apple Bloom standing several feet behind me, looking through the window of the store we were walking past.

I walked over to where she stood, noticing that we were in front of the local shoemaker’s shop. I stood beside her, looking through the window and into the shop. Shelves full of shoes, boots, slippers, and every other kind of footwear imaginable lined the walls, a handful of customers browsing the selection. What seemed to have caught Apple Bloom’s attention, however, was the window display, specifically, a pair of snow boots arranged front and center. It came as no surprise to me that the boots occupied the prized position, as they looked to be the finest pair in the whole store.

They were crafted from dark red material, subtle, but sure to be striking when placed against a backdrop of snow. A set of stylish black laces criss-crossed their way up the boots, ending at the puffy borders of fur that ringed their tops. While they certainly looked thick enough to provide ample protection from the cold, they had a slender design that made it clear they had been made for a woman’s feet. Overall, they looked like the sort of boots a fashion-conscious young woman would wear: lively, but composed; proud, but respectful; mature, but with an undeniably youthful air.

“Those sure are somethin’, aren’t they?” I said, looking up at Apple Bloom.

“You can say that again,” Apple Bloom replied. Even if she hadn’t responded, the look on her face would have been more than sufficient to convey her feelings.

“I bet you’d like to have a pair of those, wouldn’t you?” I said.

Apple Bloom’s expression turned thoughtful, and she took a quick glance down at the boots on her feet. Compared to the ones in the window, her boots were fairly plain, their light brown coloration and simple design blending in with all of the other boots stomping their way through the snow around us. They had been a hand-me-down from Applejack, dating back to when Applejack had been significantly younger. Unfortunately, due to the massive growth spurt Applejack had gone through during her teenage years, Apple Bloom had been unable to make use of any of her more recent hand-me-downs. They were still in fairly good condition, but I knew that Apple Bloom cared about more than just functionality when it came to her apparel.

“No, I...I’m alright with the ones I have,” said Apple Bloom. “They keep my feet warm; that’s all that really matters.”

“You sure?” I said. “You sure you wouldn’t like some...prettier boots? Boots that stand out a bit more?”

“Yeah,” she said, smiling. “I don’t need some fancy boots to make people look at me, no matter how...beautiful they are.” Her words were confident, but her tone betrayed her inner conflict. She looked back at me, putting on a clearly forced smile. “Come on. We still got some important shoppin’ to do!”

Apple Bloom set off down the street once again, with me following behind her. I took one last look back at the store as we left, burning it into my memory. We did have some important shopping to do, I thought to myself, me especially.

My head impacted with the pillow as my sisters pounced on me, pushing me down onto the mattress in the back of our treehouse. Within a split second, they had pressed their lips against mine, drawing me into a passionate three-way kiss. I struggled against their forceful onslaught, barely managing to hold my ground as their strong tongues invaded my mouth. Their dextrous fingers went to my shirt, quickly undoing the buttons holding it onto my body. When they had finished pulling it off of me, keeping their lips on mine the whole time, they went for my pants, making short work of them as well.

“What’s gotten into you two today?” I laughed during the short reprieve I got when they pulled my pants off of my legs.

“Holiday shoppin’ always gets on my nerves,” said Applejack, returning to the kiss. “I need some stress relief.”

“Yeah,” said Apple Bloom, diving back in as well. “Plus, I’m cold. I need my man to warm me up.”

The three of us continued making out as we stripped each other, eventually tossing the last piece of clothing on us, Apple Bloom’s left sock, off to the side. We collapsed down onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs, fondling and grinding against each other’s bodies. Breasts were squeezed, nipples were teased, butts were pinched, pussies were rubbed, and my shaft was stroked by soft, feminine hands. It didn’t take long before we were all panting and moaning like animals in heat, desperate to have our way with our mates.

“Alright, that’s it!” said Apple Bloom. “I’m goin’ first!” She seized my member, grasping it firmly and moving into position to mount it.

“Hang on, missy!” said Applejack, placing a hand on my member as well. “You went first yesterday!”

“Yeah, well...you had him all to yourself for months!” said Apple Bloom. “I’m just catchin’ up.”

“It’s been over a week, Apple Bloom,” said Applejack. “You can’t keep usin’ that excuse!”

“Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do about it?” said Apple Bloom, a smug grin on her face.

Her grin disappeared when Applejack leapt at her and tackled her down onto the mattress beside me, using her considerable body weight to hold the smaller girl down. “That’s what I’m gonna do,” said Applejack as Apple Bloom wiggled and squirmed beneath her.

“Oh no you don’t!” said Apple Bloom, reaching for Applejack’s armpits. Applejack reacted to the attack a fraction of a second too late to stop the fingers heading towards the vulnerable skin of her underarms. As soon as Apple Bloom made contact and dug in her fingertips, Applejack burst into laughter, filling the room with the sounds of mirth. She tried to maintain her hold on Apple Bloom, but her wiggling gave Apple Bloom the perfect opportunity to push her off-balance and roll her over onto her back.

Apple Bloom quickly lied down on top of Applejack, pressing their ample chests together and holding down her arms. Applejack recovered from the tickle attack and attempted to worm her way out of Apple Bloom’s grasp, but Apple Bloom had her too thoroughly pinned to escape. She kept up the fight for a few more moments before finally giving up, collapsing onto the mattress and breathing heavily.

“Nice try, sis,” said Apple Bloom in between her own heavy breaths, “but I know how much of a bottom you are.”

For a few moments, the two stared into each other’s eyes, seeing the intense lust that burned within them. Suddenly, Apple Bloom moved in and pressed her lips against Applejack’s, kissing her deeply. Applejack responded instinctually, locking mouths with her and joining her in a wild, sloppy tongue kiss. Little moans and whimpers escaped their lips, and they began grinding their bodies together in an attempt to achieve some sort of stimulation. Applejack raised her legs and gently caressed Apple Bloom’s lower body, eventually wrapping her legs around Apple Bloom’s hips.

While all this was going on, I merely lied there watching them, my brain completely overwhelmed by the incredible display of lesbian incest taking place right next to me. Thankfully, Anon Jr. was there to take over the job of thinking, reminding me that there was absolutely nothing stopping me from joining in on the fun in whatever way I desired. Springing into action, I sat up and knelt down behind them, taking in the view from a new angle. From there, I was able to watch their big, soft butt cheeks as they wiggled and jiggled enticingly. I was also able to see both of their smooth, plump pussies rubbing together as they humped each other. They mashed their lower lips together just as they mashed together the lips on their faces, coating each other’s skin with their fluids both above and below.

Grinning wickedly, I reached out and gave their glistening nethers a quick, but firm stroke, starting from the bottom of Applejack’s slit, moving up to the crevice where it met with Apple Bloom’s, and continuing on all the way up to the top, or rather, the bottom of Apple Bloom’s slit. Both of them moaned loudly in response to my touch, momentarily breaking off their kiss and looking back at me with adorably needy looks on their faces. I chuckled and returned my hand to their skin, gently stroking both of them up and down their soft, wet flesh. The pleasure having returned, the two of them turned back to each other and resumed their kiss, going at it even more fervently than before.

I continued to tease them with my hands for a while, occasionally plunging a couple of fingers between one of their lips and giving them a few deep pumps before going back to my stroking. Their gentle moans soon swelled into wails of pleasure, spiking in intensity whenever I had my fingers in them. Having abandoned their struggle for dominance, my sisters were holding hands tenderly, their fingers interlaced. My mouth began to water as I watched my fingers become coated in their sweet nectar, so I momentarily raised my hand up to my mouth and sampled their juices, savoring the flavor of raw feminine sexuality. Not wanting them to miss out on the delicious treat, I reached down and scooped up a copious amount of liquid before leaning forward and moving my hand up towards their faces. When they noticed my wet fingers, they broke their kiss and began licking and sucking on them as enthusiastically as they enjoyed sucking on a certain other part of my body. When they had finished cleaning my fingers, I pulled my hand back and let them get back to their kissing.

Having gotten a taste for them, I decided against going back to what I had been doing, opting for another, mutually beneficial technique. I quickly lied down on my stomach behind them, moving my head in towards their bottoms. I reached out and grasped one of Apple Bloom’s soft, round butt cheeks in each hand, sinking my fingers into her flesh. At the same time, I buried my face in their warm, wet pussies, nuzzling and lapping at their lips like a man possessed. My sisters let loose howls of pleasure as I worked them with my tongue, thrusting into them and coaxing rivers of their juices out of them and into my mouth. My hands wandered across their vulnerable lower halves as I drank, massaging both of my sisters’ plump butts, their soft thighs, and their tender feet. I thought to myself that both of them tasted as delectable as the finest apple on their own, but combined together, their flavor was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted.

A minute or two passed as I attempted to quench my lustful thirst to no avail; in fact, my efforts only seemed to add more fuel to the fire burning within me. My arousal overcoming my patience, I withdrew my tongue from their skin and pulled back my face, which was slathered in an obscene amount of their juices. I pushed myself back up into a kneeling position, looking down at my sisters once again. The two of them were fully embracing at that point, clinging to each other tightly with both their arms and legs wrapped around each other. I reached down and grasped my aching member, lining it up and sliding my tip in between Applejack’s lips and up to her entrance. A shiver ran up my spine as our sensitive skin rubbed together, and I heard needy whimpers emanate from her mouth. Without any further ado, I thrust my hips forward, propelling myself into her depths.

I did not bother going slow and steady, as both of us were more than adequately prepared for what would come next. Besides, I knew from experience just how rough I could be with her, and did not even get close to that limit. I shot up her tight, wet love canal like a rocket, hilting inside of her within moments and lightly pressing my tip up against her cervix. The sudden surge of pleasure that swept through our bodies made us both moan loudly, and I was forced to wait a moment to regain my composure. When I was ready, I took a deep breath, grabbed Apple Bloom’s hips to steady myself, then began thrusting in and out of her, quickly ramping up to a rapid, forceful pace. Applejack wailed like a wild beast as I slammed my hips into hers again and again, each impact accompanied by a lewd slapping noise.

Realizing what was going on, Apple Bloom turned her head and looked up at me while shaking her round, sexy butt. “Me too!” she whined. “Don’t forget about me!”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” I panted, smiling down at her.

After giving Applejack a few more pumps, I forced myself to stop thrusting and quickly pulled back my hips, pulling myself all the way out of her. Her inner walls gripped me tightly as I withdrew, not wanting me to go, but I managed to make my departure with manageable difficulty. My twitching member was similarly disappointed at being parted from her flesh, but luckily for him, he would not have to wait long for a replacement. Taking hold of my lubricated shaft, I raised it up and aimed it straight at Apple Bloom’s lips, quickly pushing my tip in between them. She squealed as I reached her tight entrance and immediately began forcing my way inside, fighting through her own intense grip.

Like with Applejack, I did not take the time to go as slowly and carefully as I could have, my body demanding that I soon return to the brisk pace I had been at moments before. Additionally, I knew that Apple Bloom would complain if she detected that I was holding back and not giving it to her as forcefully as I did to Applejack. I had tried to be slow and gentle with her the first few times we had had sex, not wanting to overwhelm her inexperienced body. However, my eager little sister had demanded that I not go easy on her, insisting that she could take anything that her big sister could. I had tried to go along with her wishes, giving her the same kind of energetic lovemaking she had witnessed Applejack and I engage in for months, while still being mindful of her limits.

Apple Bloom cried out in ecstasy as I plunged inch after inch of my stiff flesh through her tender folds. In no time at all, the last little bit of my shaft had disappeared within her, and I felt myself lightly brush up against her cervix. I waited only a moment to catch my breath, then gripped her hips once again and began thrusting in and out of her. It didn’t take me long to get back into my previous rhythm, my hips soon slamming into hers just as forcefully as they had slammed into Applejack’s. Thankfully, Apple Bloom had gotten better at relaxing her grip and not clenching down around me, allowing me to thrust relatively easily. Wild moans flowed from her lips, combining with those coming from Applejack and I to create a wondrous sexual symphony.

I spent a little while pumping her pussy, giving her about the same amount of time I had given Applejack the first time, before I decided to switch once again. I quickly withdrew from Apple Bloom’s depths, eliciting a disappointed moan, then immediately plunged back into Applejack, making her wail in pleasure. I resumed my previous, rapid pace right away, having neither the need nor the patience to work back up to it. After pounding her for another short while, I switched back to Apple Bloom yet again. I carried on like this for a few minutes, moving back and forth between each of their soft, warm pussies, trying to give each of them the same amount of attention.

As I made love to my sisters, I looked down upon them, drinking in the sight of their beautiful, sexy bodies writhing in ecstasy. Applejack still had her thick, muscled legs wrapped around Apple Bloom’s middle, locking her in place with that iron grip of hers. Their sent their hands wandering all over each other’s upper bodies, caressing cheeks, squeezing breasts, or simply grabbing hold and clinging to their lover like a lifeline. They nuzzled their faces together, moaning and screaming in between exchanging short, frantic kisses. The display they put on was almost enough to drive me to orgasm all in its own. Their was something incredibly satisfying about seeing the two stunning women, my women, loving each other just as much as they loved me.

“I love you two!” I moaned.

“We love you too!” cried my sisters in unison.

I would gladly have kept ravishing them all day and night, but my body was not content to wait that long for release. After watching them, listening to them, tasting them, and feeling them for so long, my endurance had been worn down to the point where I could feel my climax looming over my shoulder. I knew I didn’t have much longer in me, and judging by the way my sisters panted and wailed, neither did they.

“I’m almost there!” I grunted, accelerating my thrusting and pushing myself into the final sprint.

“Give it to me!” moaned Applejack. “Let me have it!”

“No, me!” cried Apple Bloom. “Give it to me!”

I quickly switched back and forth between them, giving each of them only a few, quick thrusts before moving to the other. First Applejack, then Apple Bloom, then back to Applejack, then back to Apple Bloom, going back and forth so quickly that my hips were in constant motion. Their voices quickly rose in volume, their breathy moans and drawn-out squeals echoing throughout the room. Their bodies wriggled as they humped each other faster and faster, helping me drive them to their own orgasms. I could feel my climax approaching, sensing that I only had a few short seconds left. After giving Apple Bloom one last turn, I pulled out of her, lined myself up with Applejack, and with one last forceful thrust, pushed myself back inside, hilting inside of her in one smooth motion.

Applejack came as soon as my tip kissed her cervix, her hot, wet walls clamping down around me with a vice-like grip. Throwing back her head, she opened her mouth wide and let out a tremendous bellow that rang in my ears like the bell of a clocktower. The springs of the mattress beneath us squeaked as she violently convulsed, clinging on to Apple Bloom like her life depended on it. This surge of sensations was more than enough to send me tumbling head over heels into my own intense orgasm. My muscles clenched, and I let out a mighty roar as I erupted inside of her, painting the gate to her womb white with my seed.

My mind was assaulted by wave after wave of pleasure, each one slamming into me with the force of a speeding locomotive. Under different circumstances, I would have simply relaxed and enjoyed the ride, but I had something else to worry about: my other needy sister who was desperate for her own share of my love. It took every ounce of willpower I was able to muster, but miraculously, I was able to pull back my hips, yank myself out of Applejack’s tight grip, and then immediately ram myself into Apple Bloom’s pussy without spilling a single drop of my seed. As I hilted inside of her and began depositing the second half of my prodigious load in her deepest depths, Apple Bloom finally reached her own climax.

I felt it before I heard it, her inner walls squeezing me tightly and milking my throbbing member of every drop they could. Apple Bloom’s voice suddenly spiked as she threw back her head, releasing a scream of ecstasy that pierced the air like a train whistle. She grabbed on to Applejack with all of her limbs, holding her tightly as both of their bodies spasmed together. I gripped Apple Bloom’s hips tightly, focusing on pumping as much into her as I had into Applejack. Luckily, my timing had been just about perfect, as I managed to fill her up as well just before my weakened mind and body finally gave out.

A grunting sigh escaped my lips as I collapsed forward, my arms having just enough strength to keep me from falling down onto them. Stars passed before my eyes as I my chest heaved, drawing much-needed air into my lungs. Down below, Apple Bloom would occasionally twitch, sending a pleasurable aftershock radiating through my sensitive member. My eyes fluttered open, and I looked down upon my sisters, who were enjoying their own afterglows. They had their faces pressed together, breathing each other’s breath as they too tried to cool their tired muscles.

After a few moments had passed and I had regained enough strength, I slowly drew back my hips, pulling myself out of Apple Bloom one little bit at a time. The feeling of our tender flesh rubbing together elicited little moans from both of us, which cut off as soon as my head popped out of her for the last time. I fell back into a sitting position, idly watching my sisters while I waited for my strength to return. Thick trickles of our combined fluids flowed from both of their glistening pussies, mixing together and dripping down onto the mattress beneath them. Looking down at my own body, I saw that they had sprayed quite a bit of their warm juices onto my shaft, my balls, and the surrounding area, thoroughly drenching my skin.

When the soft sounds of kissing reached my ears, mixed in with the sounds of their heavy breathing, I got onto my hands and knees and crawled forward, lying down on my back next to them. As I had suspected, my sisters were indeed exchanging weak kisses with each other, staring at each other with half-lidded eyes. They noticed me as I lied down, looking over at me and smiling. Applejack released her grip on Apple Bloom, allowing her to push herself up and slowly crawl over to my chest, lying down on top of me instead. At the same time, Applejack rolled over onto her side, pressing her body up against mine. The three of us wrapped our arms around each other and leaned our heads in, coming together for a slow, gentle three-way kiss.

My sisters and I lied there like that for a minute or two, exchanging kisses of varying length and intensity as we recovered. We nuzzled each other, planting pecks on one another’s lips, cheeks, and necks. I giggled when Apple Bloom kissed the tip of my nose, and they soon joined in the laughter. My hands wandered down and gently caressed their round butt cheeks, grabbing great handfuls of their soft, feminine flesh. As our post-coital drowsiness began to set in, Applejack helped me grab a thick blanket from nearby and pull it over us. The three of us then rested our heads back on the pillows, or on each other, and closed our eyes, snuggling together for our afternoon nap.

Before I drifted off, however, a thought popped into my mind. I cracked my eyelids and looked over at Applejack’s serene, smiling face laying next to mine. “AJ?” I whispered.

“Yeah, sugarcube?” she whispered without opening her eyes.

“How...how are you feelin’?” I said.

“I’m feelin’ just fine,” she said dreamily.

“No, I mean...are you...happy?” I said.

Applejack opened her eyes, looking at me as if I had said something silly. “Well, of course I’m happy,” she said. “Why do you ask?”

I chuckled softly, smiling at her and giving her one last peck. “No reason,” I said, closing my eyes once again.