Author's Note

Chapter contains: Human/Humanized, Incest, Unrealistic Anatomy, Harem/Polygamy, (MFFF) Foursome, Oral (Cunnilingus), Facesitting

Friendship

The axe sang as it sailed through the air, coming down on the piece of log before me and splitting it in two with a satisfying crack. The sound echoed throughout the small grove of old, withered trees that my family used for firewood, the quiet of the cool, winter morning returning soon after. Most of the trees nearby were dead or not far off, having given us their last fruit years or even decades ago. Of course, even trees like them could still be of use, providing us with the fuel to warm our home throughout the winter. Thanks to them, my family and I were able to spend many nights cuddled up before the fire, cozy, happy, and healthy. In a way, they lived on through us, warming the blood that flowed through our bodies.

Of course, such sentimentality did not make it any easier to drive my axe through their wood again and again, gradually breaking it down into manageable chunks. By the time I had finished loading the small sledge sitting nearby with a tall pile of firewood, my forehead was covered in sweat and I was breathing heavily. I leaned on my axe, lifting an arm and wiping my brow with the back of my hand. I took a few deep breaths to calm my tired body, glancing up at the sky as I did so. It was still firmly winter, yet the weather team had seen fit to grant us with fair weather that day, only a few stray clouds drifting about in an otherwise clear, sunny sky. The warm rays of the sun fell upon my face, helping to ward off the chill of the air.

Smiling to myself, I brought my gaze back down to earth, returning to the task at hand. I strode over to my sledge, leaning down and taking hold of the rope that served as its handle. Resting my axe on my shoulder, I gave a mighty heave, and the sledge began to slide forward across the snowy ground. It took me a minute or two to haul the sledge out of the orchard and back to the barn, where I then had to add the wood to the large woodpile already there. We already had enough wood to last us for a while, but I or Applejack would inevitably be sent out every few days to get more, just in case the pegasi decided to send a big storm our way without consulting us first.

When I finished stacking the firewood and putting away my axe, I stepped out of the barn once again, slowly heading off to work on my other chores for the day. I stopped short when I heard a voice call my name, coming from the direction of the house. “Anon! Can you come here for a minute?” said the voice, which I immediately recognized as that of my mother.

As I turned around, I saw Buttercup leaning out of the top half of the stable door that led to the kitchen, looking at me from across the barnyard. “Be right there!” I called out in return.

Buttercup ducked back inside the kitchen as I began walking over to her. When I reached the kitchen door, I wiped my boots on the mat before it then pushed it open, stepping inside. I was immediately enveloped by the warm air of the kitchen, the scent of cooking food wafting up to my nose. Buttercup stood before the counter, off to the side, her back turned to me. It was only mid-morning, but she was already getting started on lunch preparations, deftly chopping vegetables for what would probably be some sort of stew. Her long hair was tied behind her back in a loose ponytail, and she wore a thick wool sweater and skirt that went down to her sock-clad feet.

I smiled at the sight of her, closing the door behind me and stepping over towards her. I came up behind her and slowly wrapped my arms around her middle, holding her soft, warm body closely against mine. At the same time, I leaned over her shoulder and gave her a quick peck on her cheek. Buttercup froze for a moment before chuckling and setting down her knife.

“Now what’d you do that for?” she said, smiling.

“‘Cause you’re my mama and I love you,” I said matter-of-factly. “Do I need another reason?”

“I suppose not,” she said.

Buttercup turned around, putting her hands on my shoulders and giving me a matching peck on my cheek. Due to the difference in our heights, she had to stand on the tips of her toes to reach me, but I leaned my head down a bit to help her out. I would gladly have planted my lips on hers and given her a much more passionate kiss, but she had expressly forbidden us from doing such things when we were not in private. I managed to hold myself back, knowing full well that I would have ample opportunity to taste her sweet lips later that night.

It had been over a week since my sisters and I had let our mother in on our most closely guarded secret, and what a week it had been. Every night, the three of us would join Buttercup in her bedroom and demonstrate to her just how much we loved each other. We had already shown her just about everything that we typically did together, and what we hadn’t shown her, we had told her. True to her word, Buttercup had never judged us, she had never discouraged us, and only ever interrupted us to ask questions or to give us advice. Most of the tips she had given us were things we already had already known, but she had shared a few tidbits with us that we had been unaware of. We were, of course, always very happy to hear such advice, especially when it was accompanied by a hands-on demonstration. She never went further than kissing or touching us, but even that was more then we had hoped for when we first invited her into our fold.

Every time, we had offered to pay her back for the pleasure she gave us and the pleasure she helped us give each other. While she had certainly warmed up a bit, she was still reluctant to let us give her what we knew she really wanted. We saw the way she squirmed, we heard they way she moaned, we saw the look on her face when she watched me pump my sisters full of my seed. The furthest we had gotten her to go was letting us kiss and worship her beautiful body while she herself saw to her aching womanhood, and even that had taken a while to accomplish. It’s not as if we wanted to push her beyond her comfort zone; we just wanted her to feel comfortable opening up to us and letting us tend to her needs.

Aside from the more carnal parts of our relationship, Buttercup was also very interested in the more romantic parts as well. My sisters and I would typically lie together with her for a while after staining her bedding with our juices and answer her many questions about our lives together. She always seemed to enjoy hearing the stories we told her about how the three of us had come to be together. She laughed at the more lighthearted bits, wept at the more romantic bits, and blushed at the more intimate bits, even when we tried to tone them down for her sake. I sometimes detected a hint of anger on her face as well, but I got the feeling that her feelings were directed inward, towards herself. It seemed to me that she still felt guilty about letting the whole thing happen right under her nose, as well as how she had inadvertently forced us to live in fear of her for so long.

For that reason, and for many others, my sisters and I were more motivated than ever to make her feel happy and at peace once again. “What can I do for you, Mama?” I said.

“It’s not what I need from you,” said Buttercup, “it’s what your sisters need from you. It’s what...your women need from you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well...do you remember how I said that...I’d help you become the man you needed to be to...be with my girls?” she said.

“Yeah,” I said.

“I already know you’re a good man,” she said, smiling and stoking my cheek, “and I already know you’ve come a long way...but you still got a lot to learn.”

“I know, Mama,” I said. “Please...tell me what I need to do. Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”

Buttercup chuckled. “I know you will,” she said. “I can tell how much you love them. Now that I’m...takin’ the time to look for it...I can see that twinkle in your eye whenever they’re around. I can see how you act around each other. I know you’re capable of lovin’ them with all your heart, but the question is: can you keep that up? Do you really think you can keep lovin’ them...forever?”

“Well...of course!” I said. “Of course I can! I love them, and I always will.”

“You say that now,” she said, her voice tinged with sadness, “but you three have only been together for...what? A few months? That’s nothin’. I know y’all are still young and...you got that fire in your bellies, but...that fire’ll just keep gettin’ smaller and smaller unless you keep it alive.”

“Are you sayin’...the three of us are gonna...stop lovin’ each other?” I asked.

“No, sweetie, I’m not sayin’ that,” she said. “At least...I’m not sayin’ that for certain. I don’t know how you three are gonna be years down the road. I don’t know you three as well as you know yourselves, but I do know me. I know what I’ve seen and...I know what I’ve been through.”

“What have you been through?” I asked.

“Well...I know it’s probably hard for you to imagine,” said Buttercup with a grin, “but I used to be where you are; I used to be young and in love too. I know what it feels like. The beginning is the most magical time...but it doesn’t stay that way forever. Sooner or later...you’ll start to get used to it. You’ll start to...get used to each other. That fire in you...that passion...it’ll start to fade.”

“Is that what...what happened to you?” I asked, almost too scared to do so. “Is that what happened to...you and Dad?”

Despite my fears, Buttercup smiled a wistful smile. “Your father...loved me very much,” she said, “just like I loved him. He loved me as much on the first day as he did on the second...and the the third...and tenth...and the hundredth. Although...he and I aren’t the best example of a couple that...grew old together.”

The room was silent for a moment. Buttercup’s head was bowed, her eyes closed. Finally, she took a deep breath, then looked back up at me. “What I’m tryin’ to say is...we didn’t make it as far as we did...just because we started off strong,” she said. “We we’re happy together for so many years...and it wasn’t just because of how much we loved each other.”

“Then...why?” I said.

Buttercup smiled. “Your father wasn’t just my husband,” she said. “He wasn’t just my family. He wasn’t just my lover. He was my friend. He was my best friend...in the whole wide world. I enjoyed every minute of bein’ with him...and he enjoyed bein’ with me. That’s what kept us goin’. That’s what kept us together for all those years. That’s what kept the fire alive.”

“So you want me to...be friends with them?” I asked. “But...I already am friends with them!”

“You three...have been family for your whole lives,” said Buttercup in an even tone. “Y’all’ve been...together for...much less than that. But before all this started happenin’...before you three became...more than just siblin’s...can you honestly say that y’all were friends?”

I instinctively opened my mouth to refute her implication, but the words died on my tongue. I had never considered the question in-depth before, but her asking me in such a straightforward manner forced me to stop and consider it for more than a passing moment. I plunged into the depths of my memories, putting myself back in the places I had been a year ago, two years ago, five years ago. I remembered my sisters, I remembered how they had been back then...and how I had been. Suddenly, I was the cowardly teenage boy again, consumed by an unrequited love for his big sister.

Applejack and I had spent so much time together over those years, working together to keep the farm running. I remembered how strong, how determined, and how protective she had been, and how good it made me feel to have someone like her watching over me. I remembered watching from the sidelines as she slowly changed from a teenage girl to a full-grown woman, with all the confidence and beauty that came with such a change. I remembered how my feelings for her changed and refined, feelings which I eventually identified as genuine, passionate love, and even more than that. She and I had always been on good terms, but had we really been friends? Had she thought of me the same way she thought of Rarity, and Pinkie Pie, and Twilight Sparkle?

And what about Apple Bloom? My feelings towards my little sister had changed just as dramatically over the years as my feelings towards my big sister had. I remembered how the teenage boy named Anon had foolishly wasted his chances to spend time with his little sister, instead preferring the company of his peers, and of the woman he adored. I remembered watching, not understanding, as Apple Bloom grew more distant, more independent, and more cold. Those feelings were directed towards me, I knew in hindsight, me and Applejack, motivated by her own desire for love from us. She had her own friends whom she truly cared for, people like Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, not me.

I hung my head and closed my eyes, shamefully uttering the truth that I could not bring myself to deny. “No,” I said softly. “No, we weren’t.”

I felt a hand touch my chin and gently raise it up again. I opened my eyes and saw Buttercup looking at me with a comforting smile. “Anon,” she said softly, “I’m not tryin’ to discourage you. I’m not tryin’ to...get you stuck in the past. You’re here now, with them. You three love each other; I know you do. And I know that you three are friends. No matter how things might have been before...you three are friends now. I might not have noticed everythin’ that’s been goin’ on recently, but...I’ve noticed that. You three are all happier now...and you’re happier around each other...and that’s the honest truth.”

“Then...what do I need to do?” I asked.

“You need to keep bein’ their friend,” she said. “And more than that, you need to be their best friend. You need to make them enjoy every day that you’re together. You gotta make every day with them an adventure. If you can do that...I don’t think you three will have anythin’ to worry about.”

“But...how?” I said. “How can I do that?”

“That’s...somethin’ you’ll have to figure out on your own,” she said. “You know the two of them better than I do at this point. You know how they think. You know what they like and what they don’t like. You know what they want...and what they need. You’re a smart man, and you’re a carin’ man; I know you’ll figure it out.”

My mind was buzzing with questions and newfound concerns, so I was profoundly grateful to have such a kind, wise woman to turn to for help. “What did Dad do?” I asked. “You were happy with him for so long. How did he do it?”

Buttercup chuckled, then lowered her gaze, her mind drifting off into her memories. “It didn’t take much,” she said. “I know I said that...you gotta make every day an adventure, but...the adventure doesn’t always have to be big. Sometimes, it can be somethin’ as small as a hug and a kiss...and a promise that you still love them. It can be a little gift, or a little time relaxin’ together by the fire. You could take them on a little trip every once in a while. You could take them out to the woods...lie down in the meadow and...roll around in the grass...just like we all used to do together. I remember one time...your father came in from the orchard...and he took me in his arms and we...we just started dancin’. For no reason at all...we just danced together.” She looked back up at me, her dreamy smile fading. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to...bore you with my stories.”

“No, I...I liked hearin’ that,” I said, smiling and taking her hand. “Thank you, Mama. Thank you for...for everythin’.”

“Thank you for takin’ care of my girls,” she said, her smile returning. She leaned forward and gave me another kiss on my cheek. “Now get! They’re out there waitin’ for you, loverboy.”

Not long after my meeting with Buttercup, I found myself out in the orchard again, standing on a ladder, surrounded by the branches of one of our many apple trees. My eyes wandered over the network of branches, occasionally identifying dead wood and scrawny twigs too small to bear fruit. When I found such things, I raised the shears in my hand to the spot and quickly lopped off the branch, tossing it down into a basket sitting on the ground nearby. While my hands were busy pruning, most of my mind was occupied with a matter which I considered to be of significantly more importance. I paused for a moment, turning my head and peering through the branches over to the tree beside mine.

Applejack stood on her own ladder, holding her own shears and pruning the branches of her own tree. She was dressed in her usual winter attire, the sole exception being the addition of the fine burgundy coat that I had bought her for Hearth’s Warming. She didn’t notice me at first, continuing to calmly tend to the tree just as she had been doing for all the other nearby trees. After a moment of observation, however, she caught sight of me and paused in her work. She looked over at me and smiled sweetly for a moment before turning back to the branches. A moment later, I turned back to my own tree and went back to work.

The words that Buttercup had spoken to me in the kitchen still floated around in my head, but I had yet to figure out what to make of them. I knew I had to do something for Applejack, something to further cement the burgeoning friendship that we had so recently rekindled. I wanted to show her that I could be more than just her man, more than just her lover; I wanted to show her that I could be her friend too, her best friend even. I wanted to make her life an adventure, just as Buttercup had said. The only problem was, I didn’t have any good ideas about where to start.

Buttercup had told me to use what I knew of Applejack to help me, use what I knew of her likes and dislikes. I needed to give her what she wanted out of life, and what she needed. But what was that? I thought about the person that Applejack was, and the person she had been before she and I had become more than just brother and sister. She had always been the brave one; she had always been the strong one. She had always been the one I could turn to when I needed someone to lean on. That was still the case, and yet it wasn’t all there was to her.

Beneath that firm, muscled exterior was a heart as kind and caring as any other. Historically, she had never been the sort to show her true feelings openly, at least, not the ones she regarded as shameful. But as I had learned time and time again over the past several months, those feelings were definitely there, feelings of grief, of inadequacy, feelings of longing for someone to love her and be her rock. She had never told me flat-out, but I knew, deep down, that she wanted to be happy, she wanted to be loved, and she wanted to be free to enjoy her life with the people she cared about without having to worry that it might all be taken away from her in the blink of an eye.

As I stood there, lost in thought, Applejack slowly climbed down her ladder, having finished with the tree she was working on. Deciding that my tree was looking good enough as well, I descended my own ladder, stepping down onto the snow once more. When we made it down, Applejack and I picked up the baskets we had been throwing the discarded branches into and carried them over to a nearby cart to dump them. When her basket was empty, Applejack turned and walked back they way she came, heading for the next tree over. I was about to do the same thing, but suddenly, a flash of inspiration hit me.

In hindsight, I don’t know why I thought to do what I did in that moment, but it felt like a good idea at the time. Quickly setting my basket aside, I knelt down and scooped up a large quantity of snow in my hand, rolling it and packing it into a firm snowball. I stood, pausing only to assess the distance to and positioning of my target, then drew back my hand and sent the snowball flying. Time seemed to slow down as the icy missile sailed through the air, heading directly towards the back of Applejack’s head. I had intended to hit her between her shoulders, but instead, the snowball struck the back of her beloved hat, the force sending the hat flying off of her head. Her hat tumbled and twirled through the air before landing unceremoniously on the snow before her feet.

Both Applejack and I stood frozen in place, my arm still outstretched from my throw. The sudden burst of confidence that had inspired my act of wintery violence disappeared as quickly as it had arrived, leaving me only with the dreadful realization of what I had just done. My smug grin faded and my eyes widened as I pulled back my hand, quickly trying to think of something I could do to remedy the situation.

“A-A-Applejack, I...I didn’t mean to...I was only tryin’ to—” I began.

“Anon...” said Applejack, her voice sounding like the low, rumbling growl of a bear woken from sleep. She tossed aside the basket she carried and slowly turned around, facing me. Her mouth was set into a hard line and her eyes burned like raging green bonfires. “You just signed your death warrant.”

“Applejack...” I said.

Before I could even process what was going on, Applejack had leaned down and scooped up a handful of snow. By the time she rose back up to her full height, the snow had already been formed into a deadly weapon, which she immediately sent flying towards me like a meteor. The snowball exploded against my face, its icy kiss sending a shockwave through my body. I was nearly knocked off of my feet by the impact, but managed to steady myself and recover from the initial shock.

“Applejack, wait!” I cried out.

My words fell on deaf ears, however, as another snowball burst against my chest mere seconds after the first. The second was soon followed by a third, and a fourth, and quickly turned into a never-ending barrage. I held my hands up to defend myself, but was unsuccessful in fending off the onslaught. Acting on instinct, I lurched off to the side, running and taking cover behind the closest tree.

“You can’t hide from me, you yellow-bellied varmint!” shouted Applejack, advancing on my position while keeping the snowballs flying.

I quickly knelt and made another snowball before haphazardly throwing it in her general direction. It didn’t manage to hit her, but it distracted her for the split second I needed to jump behind the next tree over. As soon as I was safe, I sent another snowball flying in her direction, this time making an effort to actually aim. I missed her by a hair, Applejack quickly ducking behind a tree for cover. I knew that running would be pointless; she would chase me down. I knew that hiding would not work either; she could smell my fear. The only chance I had, I realized, was to fight back.

The Great Snowball War of Tuesday Morning was an intense, grueling affair, with many losses inflicted on both sides. The conflict ranged all over the area, the soft snow blanketing the orchard churned up by the stomping of our boots. The chilly winter air was filled with the sounds of threats, insults, and eventually, laughter. My clothes became damp, soaked with a combination of sweat and melted snow. I was battered by countless snowballs, but managed to score almost as many hits on my enemy as she did on me.

It all came to a close when I stepped out from my cover to make an attack, only to find that Applejack was not where I thought she was. Too late, I realized that she had circled around to the side to flank me. I saw a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye, heard the snowball as it whistled through the air, and felt the impact against my cheek. The snowball struck with such force that it sent me stumbling backwards, eventually tripping over a snowbank and falling backwards onto the soft ground. Applejack was on me in seconds, pouncing on me and straddling my hips, raising another snowball high above her head.

“Wait, wait! I surrender!” I cried out, raising my hands to shield my face.

Applejack looked down on me for a long moment, a predatory sneer on her face. Slowly, her lips spread into a triumphant smile, and she chuckled. “‘Bout time,” she said.

Applejack tossed aside her snowball, leaning forward and resting her hands on my shoulders. Both of us were breathing heavily, but I didn’t feel tired at all. As I looked up into Applejack’s eyes, I saw them burning with the same fiery passion I had seen in them many a time before. She looked back down at me, and we smiled at one another. Soft giggles began to flow from our mouths, growing more boisterous by the second. At last, when the orchard was filled with the sounds of our merriment, Applejack leaned down and took hold of my head, pressing her lips against mine.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight while kissing her back. Our lips mashed together and our tongues wrestled with each other in a playful battle for dominance. We held nothing back, kissing each other as fervently and as energetically as we ever had. As we kissed, we slowly rolled around on the ground, taking turns feeling the other beneath our bodies. When we finally came to a stop, I was lying on top of her with her legs wrapped around me possessively. We kissed for a little while longer before coming apart, staring into each others eyes as we panted. We smiled and nuzzled our faces together, enjoying the feel of each other’s warm breath against our skin.

“I love you,” said Applejack.

“I love you too,” I said.

Later that day, after my belly had been filled with my mother’s delicious lunch, I found myself out in the chicken coop, giving my little feathered friends their own lunch. I reached into the bag of birdseed I carried and pulled out a large handful, tactfully scattering it about the ground little by little. The chickens excitedly dashed about, downing the food almost as quickly as it fell from my hand. When I finished with one handful, I grabbed another and spread it around as well, ensuring that every bird got its fill.

Standing a short distance away was Apple Bloom, who was carrying a basket full of eggs away from the chicken coop. She was looking as cozy as ever in her winter attire, complemented by the brand new pair of snow boots I had bought her for Hearth’s Warming. She looked over at me as she passed by, shooting me a quick grin. I smiled back at her as I continued feeding the chickens. She soon reached the gate of the chickens’ enclosure, opening it and stepping out before closing it again. I watched her as she walked away towards the house, absentmindedly raining birdseed down on the poor chickens’ heads.

She was my little sister, I thought to myself, my beautiful, strong, confident, feisty little sister. She was also the one I had unintentionally deprived of love and affection for so many years. She had been the one who I, in my youthful foolishness, had taken for granted and not given the attention she deserved. If there was anyone out there who deserved my friendship, it was her. She was the one I most needed to make smile, both for the sake of the past and for the future.

But what more could I do to make that happen? I was extremely grateful to have her back in my life again, and for the two of us to be on such good terms, but I still worried about her. A little voice in the back of my head constantly reminded me that I could very easily slip up and end up neglecting her yet again. I needed to show her that I cared for her just as much as I cared for Applejack, both as a man and as a friend. I wanted to show her that she didn’t have to pretend to be someone she wasn’t, that she didn’t have to compete with her big sister, in order to earn my love. I wanted her to enjoy herself, enjoy her life, and enjoy my company just as she was, without ever again feeling she wasn’t good enough.

“Apple Bloom!” I called out without thinking.

Apple Bloom stopped walking and did a half-turn, casually looking back at me. “Yeah?” she said.

There were so many things I wanted to tell her, so many things I wanted to do with her. But how can someone possibly make up for so much lost time with mere words? How can any act, however grand, fill the void left by years of loneliness? Frustrated, I quickly threw down the rest of the birdseed in my hand and exited the chicken enclosure, walking up to Apple Bloom. As I approached, Apple bloom turned fully to face me, a puzzled look on her face. I stood before her, taking a deep breath and looking into those big orange eyes of hers.

“Do you wanna...go do somethin’?” I said awkwardly.

“What do you mean?” said Apple Bloom. “You mean like...goin’ over to the treehouse sorta somethin’ or...”

“No, no! I mean...just...somethin’ fun,” I said. “Like...buildin’ a snowman.” Building a snowman? Really? That was the best I could come up with? Granted, this came from the same brilliant mind that thought getting into a snowball fight with one of the strongest women in town was a good idea, but still. Apple Bloom was a grown woman; she probably hadn’t done something as childish as building a snowman in years.

She looked at me as if I had just suggested that we paint the barn with pink polka dots. “So...you’re askin’ me if I wanna shirk my chores, run off with you, and go play around in the snow like a kid?” she said.

“Well...yeah,” I said so unconfidently that my words almost sounded like a question.

For an awkward moment, Apple Bloom stared at me, her face frozen in an expression of utter bewilderment. Then, slowly, her mouth stretched into a wide smile and her eyes lit up like twinkling stars. “Heck yeah, I wanna build a snowman!” she proudly announced. Before I could react, she set down her basket of eggs on a nearby crate, grabbed my hand, and pulled me off in the direction of the orchard. “C’mon!”

Within moments, we were amongst the trees, moving deep enough in that nobody would see us slacking off. As soon as we found a good spot, we stopped and got to work rolling up a huge ball of snow for our creation. It had been a long time since I had built a proper snowman, and Apple Bloom admitted that she was similarly out of practice, but neither of us let that stop us. We both put our backs into rolling up one ball of snow after the other, making a tower of three progressively smaller balls. It was a bit more work than I anticipated, but she stayed by my side the whole time, smiling and laughing right along with me.

I soon lost track of time, but eventually, the two of us put the finishing touches on our creation and stepped back to admire it. Three misshapen lumps of dirty snow formed a shape that somewhat resembled the figure of a man if one squinted at it long enough. Scraggly twigs stuck out of its body, one on either side of its torso and one in the center of its face. For one of its arms, we had unintentionally selected a stick that was shaped in such a way as to make the snowman appear as if he were performing a very rude gesture. Several small stones had been jammed into its face to form eyes and a crude mouth, their wildly varied size giving our snowman comically exaggerated features.

“It looks...” I began, struggling to find the words to describe such an interesting take on the traditional pattern.

“Horrible?” said Apple Bloom flatly.

We turned our heads and looked at each other for a moment before we both spontaneously burst into a fit of laughter. We laughed so hard and so long that our sides hurt and our eyes grew moist with tears. As we laughed, we came together in a hug, holding each other tightly. As our laughter finally faded, leaving us breathing heavily, we pulled back from our hug and looked into each other’s eyes. We smiled at one another, then leaned in and shared a happy, loving kiss. She threw her arms around my neck while I wrapped mine around her middle, lifting her slender body up off of the ground and spinning her around.

I set her back down again, spending a few more moments tasting her tongue before breaking the kiss. We nuzzled our faces together, staring at each other lovingly.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” I whispered back.

The old wood creaked beneath my feet as I descended the staircase to the first floor of our cozy little home. The living room was dark save for the light of a small lamp sitting on a side table next to my mother’s plush reading chair. Sitting in the chair was Buttercup herself, dressed in her nightgown with a warm quilt covering her lower half. She was looking down at the pages of the book she held in her hands, happily reading with a smile on her face. The dying embers of a fire glowed in the fireplace like brilliant gemstones.

As I reached the bottom of the stairs and slowly approached her, she looked up from her book and smiled at me. “Hey, sweetie,” she said.

“Hey, Mama,” I said, smiling back at her.

“Did you have a nice day?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I did.”

“And...did they have a nice day?” she asked.

“I...I think so,” I said. “I really think so.”

“Good,” she said. “One of many I hope.”

“Me too,” I said.

“Is Apple Bloom still in the shower?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said, “but she’ll probably be out soon.”

“Alright then,” she said. “I’ll be up in a little while. Feel free to...get started without me.” Buttercup meekly looked back down at the book in her hands, returning to her reading.

I was about to turn and head back upstairs, but then I stopped, looking down at my mother. I had spent all day worrying about how I could become a better friend to my sisters, and yet, there was one more woman living under my roof who was in need of friendship. There was one more woman who needed all the love and comfort she could get, be it from a lover, or just a friend. My sisters and I had promised each other that we would do whatever it took to make our mother happy again, and I wasn’t about to ignore an opportunity to make good on that pledge.

“Mama?” I said.

Buttercup looked up from her book once again. “Yes, sweetie?” she said.

“Could you...stand up?” I said.

“What?” she said, her brow furrowing in confusion.

“Just for a second...please,” I said.

Her puzzled expression did not fade, but she slowly moved to do as I asked, setting her book aside on the table, and pulling her blanket off of her. She rose to her feet and slowly walked over to me, standing before me expectantly. Taking a deep breath, I reached down and took her right hand in my left, gently raising it up to her shoulder level. At the same time, I stepped forward and put my right hand on her back, pulling her closer to me. Buttercup’s eyes widened in confusion, but her expression melted into one of profound happiness as she realized what I was doing. She slowly lifted her left hand and placed it on my shoulder while squeezing gently with her right. We smiled at one another, then began to move.

The two of us slowly shuffled back and forth, swaying together to music that only we could hear. I had never been much of a dancer, but thankfully, I managed to avoid making too much of a fool of myself. We aimlessly wandered around the room, letting our instincts guide our feet. As we danced, we stared into each other’s eyes, letting them do the talking for us. Buttercup’s beautiful blue-green eyes seemed to sparkle with a light that came straight from her heart. There were traces of sadness in them, like the hollow echoes of things long since passed, but they were outshone by a glimmer of hope, of gratitude, and of genuine happiness.

I don’t know how long we spent like that, me gazing upon her beautiful smile, her cute little nose, her rosy cheeks, and her long orange curls. Eventually, her hand slid out of mine, moving down my arm and up to my shoulder. She leaned in and wrapped her arms around me, burying her face in the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arms around her back and held her against me, diving into the sea of orange before me and nuzzling her head. We stayed like that, slowly rocking side to side for a time that could have been seconds or hours.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you too,” she whispered back.

Our moment of bliss was eventually interrupted by the sound of an opening door upstairs, followed by footsteps on creaky floorboards, then another door closing shut. The two of us stopped swaying, the sound unceremoniously pulling us back to reality.

“That’d be Apple Bloom then,” said Buttercup, her tone bordering between that of a statement and a question. I softly grunted an affirmative. “I reckon she’ll...wanna get started soon.”

“Yep,” I said unenthusiastically.

We slowly pulled apart, looking into each other’s eyes once again. Buttercup smiled, placing her hands aside my head and leaning in for a kiss. I lowered my head and closed my eyes, pressing my lips against hers. It was a chaste kiss, soft, gentle, and not even that long, but there was more love in it than the most wild, sloppy tongue-wrestling could convey. As her warm lips left mine, I smiled at her, and she smiled back. She reached down and took my hand, lacing her fingers between mine and squeezing gently. I squeezed her back, and together, we turned and walked upstairs.

A combination of intense laughter and pleasured wails filled the bedroom as Applejack approached her climax. I was leaning back against the pillows of Buttercup’s bed, holding her in my arms with her back pressed against my chest. I had her trapped in a tight embrace, pinning her arms to her sides while tickling her armpits, her stomach, and her neck. I had my legs wrapped around hers, keeping them spread wide and allowing Apple Bloom easy access to her pussy. Apple Bloom was busy pumping her fingers in and out of Applejack’s juicy folds while gently sucking on her clit.

It had been several minutes since we had begun, gradually working Applejack up through a combination of playful tickles and more sensual touches. Based on the way she squealed and the way she thrashed and wiggled in my grasp, I could tell that our hard work would pay off very soon. Apple Bloom and I exchanged a quick glance, wordlessly agreeing on what had to be done. I leaned down and pressed my mouth against Applejack’s neck, tickling her sensitive skin with my tongue while burying my fingers in the soft flesh of her armpits. At the same time, Apple Bloom increased the speed of her thrusts, ramming her fingers into Applejack’s love canal with a furious vigor.

Applejack immediately let loose a series of loud, stuttering screams, her voice struggling to convey the pleasure she was receiving from the myriad of sensations assaulting her mind. Apple Bloom and I kept up our dual-assault for several more moments, pushing her further and further until, inevitably, Applejack finally snapped. She threw back her head and howled in ecstasy, her voice growing higher until it tapered off into a shrill squeal. Her body seized violently as she came, and it took me a tremendous effort to hold her still. Down below, Apple Bloom’s fingers just kept going, working the tender folds and coaxing out a flood of Applejack’s warm juices.

Eventually, the flood died down and Applejack’s shaking became mere twitches as she rode out the last few waves of her orgasm. She rested her head on my shoulder, her eyes clamped shut as she sucked in air to refresh herself. Apple Bloom and I had calmed down as well, caressing Applejack’s skin slowly and sensually with our fingers and tongues. While I waited for Apple Bloom to clean her up down below, I placed gentle kisses on Applejack’s neck and cheek while stroking her breasts. Soon enough, Apple Bloom rose up and crawled up onto us, carefully lying down on top of Applejack and squeezing her between us. We smiled and came together for a kiss, giving me a chance to taste Applejack’s sweet nectar on Apple Bloom’s tongue.

We lied like that for a little while, our naked bodies rubbing together in a loving and sensual cuddle. Soon afterward, Apple Bloom and I felt Applejack’s lips brush up against our faces and realized she was trying to join in. The two of us happily readjusted and pressed our lips against those of our exhausted big sister, drawing her into a slow, passionate three-way kiss. We wrapped our tongues around each other just as we wrapped our legs and arms around each other, holding each other closely. We kissed for a little while, eventually breaking off as a silent signal passed between us. We nuzzled our faces together, staring into each other’s eyes dreamily and chuckling softly.

Apple Bloom glanced over to the side, towards our audience of one. “You doin’ alright over there?” she asked playfully.

I turned my head and looked over at Buttercup, who was lying on her side next to us. She was naked except for the very wet pair of panties clinging to her hips. With one of her hands, she was clutching one of her massive breasts, kneading it gently and teasing her nipple. Her other hand was jammed into her soaked underwear, slowly stroking her lower lips. She was breathing heavily and fidgeting, our erotic display of love clearly having gotten to her. She looked at us with half-lidded eyes, smiling widely. She nodded her head and grunted an affirmative in response to Apple Bloom’s query.

My sisters and I chuckled, then slowly climbed off of each other and crawled over to our mother. I lied down behind her, wrapping my arms around her middle and spooning her. Applejack lied down in front of her, pressing her breasts up against hers and squishing them together. Apple Bloom carefully lied down on top of all of us, her slender body feeling as light as a feather. The cuddle pile complete, we leaned in and planted a barrage of kisses on Buttercup’s neck and face. Buttercup moaned softly and kissed us back, nuzzling her face into ours.

“I still can’t get over how much you like that,” said Buttercup to Applejack. “I can understand wantin’ a little tickle to get you warmed up, but...you really go all out with it, don’t you?”

“Er...yeah,” said Applejack blushing and lowering her gaze.

“Oh, ain’t nothin’ to be ashamed of sweetheart,” said Buttercup, giving Applejack’s nose a quick peck. “I think it’s very cute.”

“Ain’t it?” said Apple Bloom, giving Applejack a kiss on her cheek. “She’s our big tickley teddy bear.”

“And you,” said Buttercup to Apple Bloom. “I ain’t never known a woman who liked havin’ her feet played with that much.” I could certainly believe her when she said that. The way Apple Bloom moaned and whimpered while I worshipped her pretty little toes and pumped her full of seed, as I had done earlier, made it perfectly clear just how much she enjoyed it.

“Well, I mean...I like it all over, but...yeah,” she said, nervously chuckling. The rest of us laughed along with her, giving her kisses as well.

“Mama?” I whispered.

Buttercup looked over her shoulder at me. “Yes, sweetie?” she whispered back.

“Let us finish you off tonight,” I said softly, but firmly.

Buttercup’s gaze dropped and she pursed her lips. “Sweetie...” she began.

“Let us do it, Mama,” said Apple Bloom. “Please? I don’t like you havin’ to take care of yourself every night when we’re right here.”

“She’s right,” said Applejack. “You’ve done so much for us; let us do somethin’ for you now. I promise we’ll be gentle and...we won’t do anythin’ you don’t want us to do.”

“Oh, you three,” Buttercup sighed, a smile returning to her lips, “I know. I know y’all know what you’re doin’ and...you’d never do anythin’ to hurt me. That’s not why I’ve been...draggin’ my feet so much; that was never the reason. It’s one thing for me to...help you out and...give you pointers. I’m your mama; I’m supposed to do whatever I can for my babies. But that’s also why I can’t bring myself to go further. I wouldn’t wanna have to depend on y’all for somethin’ like that. It would feel like I was...takin’ advantage of my children.”

“You wouldn’t be takin’ advantage of us!” said Apple Bloom. “We know what you want and we wanna give it to you.”

“We know you want us to be happy, but...we want you to be happy too,” said Applejack. “Don’t you like it when...we do things together?”

“I...I’ll admit I...do like it,” said Buttercup. “In fact, I...I love it. I love the way y’all hold me and...kiss me and...say nice things about me. But to go further than that...for you three to...love me like that...it’d feel...selfish.”

“It ain’t selfish to lean on your family,” said Applejack. “Especially when you really need it.”

“And besides,” I said, “we’re not just your family...we’re your friends. Friends look out for one another and...help each other when they need it. And they don’t have to worry about takin’ advantage of each other either. There’s no debts between friends...right girls?” My sisters smiled and nodded their agreement. “We are your friends, aren’t we, Mama?”

“Of course y’all are my friends,” said Buttercup, smiling at me. “Y’all’ve been my best friends since they day you were born. I’ve always loved havin’ you by my side and...you’ve always found ways to make me happy. I guess this is all just...one more way of makin’ me happy.”

“You’ll always be our family, Mama,” said Applejack. “But if it helps you to think of us as...just your friends while we’re...doin’ things like this...I wouldn’t mind. I don’t think they would mind either.”

“Not at all,” said Apple Bloom.

“Whatever makes you comfortable...Buttercup,” I said.

Buttercup chuckled softly. “Friends...with benefits. Ain’t that it?” she said. She was silent for a moment, then sighed heavily. “Y’all are right. It ain’t right of me to...keep my friends from doin’ good by me. I’d never do that to my other friends. I guess I just...couldn’t help but see y’all as bein’ just my family...as just my children. But now that you bring it up...I think I would like that. I think I would feel more comfortable if you three...treated me as a friend...not just your mama. I’d like it if you three did...call me Buttercup.”

“Would...would that make it okay...Buttercup?” said Apple Bloom, feeling out the name as if it were foreign to her.

“I...I think it would,” said Buttercup, smiling up at us. “At least...I’d be willin’ to...give it a shot.”

My sisters and I smiled, then leaned in towards Buttercup once again. We buried her in an avalanche of sloppy, playful kisses, covering her face while holding her tightly against us. Buttercup struggled to keep up with us, moving her lips back and forth between the three of us and giggling to herself. We laughed along, nuzzling her face and kissing her cheeks when we didn’t have our tongues in her mouth. Eventually, all three of us converged on Buttercup’s plush, feminine lips, drawing her into an erotic four-way kiss. With our mouths mashing together, our four tongues were free to engage in an intense wrestling match between us, sliding, twirling, and wrapping around each other.

While we kissed, our legs entwined and rubbed together, and our hands wandered over each other’s bodies. My sisters and I payed special attention to Buttercup, wanting to give her the love and attention we had been dying to give her for a while. We cupped her massive breasts, sinking our fingers into her flesh and kneading it gently. We took her thick nipples between our fingers, gently squeezing, caressing, and even twisting the stiffening nubs. We reached down behind her and took hold of the twin globes of flesh that passed for her butt cheeks, running our hands over their immense curvature. Last, but not least, we reached down between her legs, lightly stroking the smooth, plump lips of her pussy.

A steady stream of whimpers and soft moans flowed from Buttercup’s mouth, only interrupted by the three sets of lips fighting to muffle them. She wriggled and squirmed in our grasp, the combination of six hands squeezing and teasing her soft flesh driving her wild. When her hips started bucking forward, seeking out greater stimulation than our light teasing provided, we knew she was ready. My sisters and I opened our eyes and looked at each other, exchanging a silent signal. As one, we removed our lips from Buttercup’s, thin trails of saliva connecting them, moving downward. We kissed our way over her chin, down her neck, and arrived at her chest, where our true challenge awaited us.

Each one of Buttercup’s massive mammaries was an awe-inspiring sight by itself, but together, they created a spectacle that filled women with envy and men (and some women) with single-minded desire. We gently pushed her onto her back to give us a better view, then hovered there above them, speechless. When we could hold off our rising lust no longer, my sisters and I buried our faces in the ocean of soft, feminine flesh before us. While there were three of us, there was more than enough of Buttercup to go around, so we all ended up with full hands, full mouths, or both. We went at our task gently, but passionately, worshiping her body like the precious treasure it was.

Buttercup moaned loudly in response to our touch, biting her lip and looking down on us with lustful eyes. We nuzzled our faces into her breasts, reveling in the feel of her silken skin on ours. Our tongues swirled around her wide areolae, drawing circles that slowly grew smaller and smaller. Her thick pink nipples, jutting proudly from the crests of her breasts, were each given a thorough tongue bath consisting of quick flicks, long, slow licks, and powerful sucks. There being only two of them, we changed places every once in a while, two of us tending to her nipples while the third buried their face in the long valley of her cleavage. Before long, there was not a single inch of those breasts that had not been kissed, licked, or sucked.

By the time I finally decided that she had had enough of mere teasing, Buttercup had already been reduced to a quivering mess. She breathed heavily, her bountiful chest rising and falling with every breath she took. Moans, whimpers, and barely intelligible exclamations blended together and echoed into our ears, letting us know that our work was definitely paying off. Grinning mischievously, I began kissing my way down her breasts and across her plump tummy, leaving Applejack and Apple Bloom behind to suckle on her nipples. When my lips touched the wet fabric of her panties, I stopped, sitting up and taking hold of them. I locked eyes with Buttercup, staring at her intensely as I slowly removed her underwear.

The panties glided over her massive cheeks, eventually arriving at her plump thighs. Buttercup tentatively raised her legs into the air, allowing me to keep pulling her panties up. When they reached her ankles, I quickly slid them off of her feet and tossed them aside. I helped Buttercup lower her legs to the bed again, then placed my hands on her thighs and gently forced them apart. Sitting there between them, fully on display, were the big, plump lips of her pussy. The skin was smooth, pale pink, and already glistening with her warm juices. For a moment, I simply sat there, gazing down upon it silently; my sisters paused in their ministrations and joined me, staring at our mother’s honeypot wide-eyed.

“Oh, sweet Celestia,” said Applejack under her breath.

I slowly moved down towards it, bringing my face within a few inches of her skin, close enough for her to feel the caress of my hot breath. So enthralled was I that I hardly knew where to begin. Acting on instinct, I leaned in and placed the gentlest of kisses right between her thick, plump lips, eliciting an adorable whimper. I kept going, planting kiss after kiss on her lips and the surrounding area, throwing in a few long, slow licks as well. Shortly after I began, Applejack and Apple Bloom lied down on the bed and brought their faces in as well, joining me in tenderly worshipping Buttercup’s womanhood.

As I lapped up the trickle of liquid that issued forth from within her depths, I couldn’t help but notice her distinctive flavor. While the nectar of her flower had the same distinctive taste of raw feminine sexuality that I had become familiar with in my time with my sisters, there was something else there as well. She had a sort of refined, subtle taste to her that was difficult to describe. If my sisters were apple juice, I thought to myself, then Buttercup was a fine mulled cider, the rich, complex taste of which made up for what it lacked in terms of intensity and raw sweetness. Whatever it was, I absolutely loved it, and judging by the way my sisters enthusiastically licked it up, they did as well.

After teasing Buttercup for a little while with kisses, licks, and the gentle sucking of her clit, Apple Bloom looked up at me, her gaze sultry, but demanding. “Lie down on the bed,” she said. I was momentarily confused, but I had learned long ago that going along with her ideas typically had very pleasurable results, so I did as she asked. I crawled over and lied down on my back next to Buttercup, already getting an idea of what my sister was planning.

“Buttercup,” said Apple Bloom, “sit up.”

“Okay,” said Buttercup tentatively, doing as she was told.

“Don’t worry; you’ll love this,” said Apple Bloom. She leaned in close and whispered something in Buttercup’s ear, grinning wickedly as she did.

Buttercup gasped, quickly glancing back at me before looking at Apple Bloom again. “Are you sure?” she said.

“Oh, yeah,” said Apple Bloom casually. “He loves doin’ this.”

Buttercup looked back at me for a moment and gulped, then slowly crawled over towards my head. As I had predicted she would, Buttercup tentatively lifted a leg over my head and knelt above me, facing my feet. Hanging ominously above my face was one of the largest butts I had ever laid eyes on. I knew my mother had a sizable rear end, but to see it up close and personal like that took my breath away. Each one of her massive cheeks had more soft flesh in it than some women had in both cheeks combined. They ballooned out from her body for an impressive distance, taking up most of my field of view even as she knelt about a foot above me. I had never had any trouble taking Applejack or Apple Bloom on my face before, but looking up at Buttercup, I worried slightly for the well-being of my neck.

“Sweetie, I’m...I’m gonna...sit on you now,” said Buttercup. “Is that alright with you?”

I swallowed, saying a quick prayer to Princess Celestia. “Go ahead,” I said, trying to sound confident. “Don’t worry about me.”

Those glorious globes began slowly descending towards me, inch by inch. I was reminded of the sight of the moon being lowered below the horizon every morning, but instead of just one heavenly body, there were two. My heart pounded in my chest, spurred on by a potent combination of fear and arousal. Her cheeks touched my face slightly before the rest of her did, the silky soft pillows parting to either side as I was forced into the valley between them. I felt my head being gradually engulfed as she settled in, finally bringing her moist lips up to mine. As she rested her significant body weight on me, my head was pushed back into the soft mattress. By the time she finally stopped moving, I was well and truly smothered, my entire face buried under a mountain of woman.

“You alright down there?” asked Applejack, her voice muffled by the thick flesh covering my ears.

Despite my earlier trepidation, I was actually feeling pretty good. Buttercup’s pussy was not pressed against my lips very tightly, allowing me to breathe if I opened my mouth widely enough. The scant amounts of air that I was able to get through my nose was scented with Buttercup’s potent feminine musk, the smell of which fueled my growing lust, but also made me feel strangely comforted, perhaps because it was the smell of my beloved mother. Of course, the feel of her weighty cheeks resting on my face was more than enough to make up for any discomfort I might have been feeling, her butt trapping me in a snug, loving embrace.

Rather than make an attempt at answering back, I instead took a deep breath, then pressed my lips against Buttercup’s, commencing my assault upon her most sensitive spot. I stuck out my tongue and pressed it against her skin, slowly licking her from bottom to top, or top to bottom from her perspective. I immediately heard her gasp sharply, then release a stream of moans, whimpers, and whines as I continued to tease her. Her body evidently desiring more, her lips were pressed even more forcefully against mine, and her hips began to slowly hump against my face, her cheeks jiggling from the motion.

“I guess that answers that question,” said Apple Bloom.

As I teased her, I raised my hands and placed them on her wide, motherly hips, letting them wander backwards towards their true destination. They slid onto the slopes of her butt, slowly following them down, then around their sides, then back up again. I caressed every inch of those beautiful buns, squeezing them, jiggling them, and pressing them against myself even more firmly. I gently dug my fingers into her soft, plump flesh, marveling at how deep I could go before I felt the dense cores of muscle within. Buttercup’s vocalizations only grew louder and wilder in response to my touch, her pleasured wails reaching me even with my impeded hearing.

Shortly after I began, I felt the bed wiggle as my sisters readjusted and knelt down on either side of me, sitting before Buttercup. My vision being completely obscured by pale pink skin, I had no way of seeing what they did, but judging by the way Buttercup squealed, I could guess fairly easily that my sisters had both leaned down, taken one of Buttercup’s breasts in their hands, and returned their mouths to her nipples, suckling on them even more fervently than they had before. With them in position, I knew it was time to kick things up a notch. I put an end to my long, slow licks, instead placing my tongue between Buttercup’s lips and gently forcing my way through them, pushing my way up to her entrance. Taking a firm grip of her butt cheeks, I forced my tongue past her tender folds and into her pussy proper with one firm thrust.

Buttercup howled in ecstasy as I penetrated her, her body wiggling and grinding against me forcefully. While I had certainly had plenty of experience tending to a woman in that fashion over the past few months, I still went slowly and carefully, wanting to feel her out and learn the unique features of her body. I pushed myself deeper and deeper into her, feeling her soft, wet, and incredibly hot inner walls clamp down around me. I was actually a bit shocked; when she was relaxed, she did not feel quite as tight as Applejack or Apple Bloom did, but when she did tighten around me reflexively, my tongue was locked in a grip as unyielding as steel, but as soft as velvet. Thankfully, after the first few moments, she calmed down enough to allow me pass through with a manageable level of difficulty.

My tongue slithered back and forth, side to side, exploring every nook and cranny of Buttercup’s passageway. I payed close attention to how she squealed and how she squirmed when I rubbed up against certain spots, making a mental note of them for later. Eventually, after pressing my mouth against her lips as tightly as I could, I hit the limit of my reach, my short tongue a poor substitute for the body part her love canal was meant to accommodate. As I could not go further, I began pulling back out of her, fighting her tight grip just as I had going in. Just before I emerged completely, I again reversed course and began a cycle of slow, forceful thrusting, pushing as far as I could into her with every stroke before pulling back again.

For several long, pleasurable minutes, the four of us continued our act of incestuous love. I continued to pump my tongue in and out of Buttercup, my thrusts growing steadily faster every time. I continued to play with her big, warm butt, loving every second of its immense weight pressing down on me. My lungs were filled with her intoxicating scent, a pleasurable combination of sweat, sex, and her usual, motherly smell, with every breath I took. Applejack and Apple Bloom continued to play with Buttercup’s breasts while also exchanging sloppy kisses with her, my only clue to this being the occasional partial muffling of her pleasured wails. Buttercup’s body jerked about more and more violently, slamming down onto me and furiously humping my face. It was no surprise to me that all of this soon pushed Buttercup to her peak, then pushed her straight over it.

When I heard the torrent of vocalizations coming from Buttercup’s mouth, an unnamable mix of screams, wails, and whimpered words, grow high and frantic, I knew that it was time. Acting fast, I opened my mouth as wide as I could, taking in a lungful of fresh air through the meager opening I created. As soon as I was done, I once again locked my mouth against her sopping wet lips and resumed my thrusting, working her as quickly and as forcefully as my tired tongue could go, focusing on her most sensitive spots. I squeezed her butt cheeks, gently kneading and massaging them as if I were flattening pizza dough. Buttercup’s powerful hips bounced up and down on me at a frightening speed before suddenly crashing down one final time, burying my head in a tomb of soft, warm, feminine flesh.

Her plush thighs squeezed me from the sides, but they did not stop me from hearing Buttercup’s explosive scream of ecstasy. Her body shook, spasming violently above me and making her plump flesh jiggle like gelatin. My tongue felt like it was having the life squeezed out of it as her inner walls clamped down around it, but I forced it to keep moving throughout the entirety of her climax. A flood of her sweet nectar rushed forth from her folds and straight into my mouth, which I eagerly swallowed down as quickly as it came. Up above, Applejack and Apple Bloom presumably kept up their teasing as well, tending to Buttercup’s upper half as I tended to her lower half.

Buttercup rode out wave after intense wave of pleasure, her spasms and wails letting us know exactly when each of them hit her. As the seconds dragged on, however, they gradually grew weaker, her body and voice calming proportionately. Eventually, the last few waves had come and gone, leaving her twitching and breathing heavily as she enjoyed her afterglow. I pulled my weary tongue out of her, hearing a whimpering moan as I slid past her tender folds. I tried to pull back my mouth and take a breath, but because of how firmly she had planted herself on me, I could not do it. Feeling my lungs start to ache for need of oxygen, I desperately grunted for help while rapidly tapping Buttercup’s butt.

“Shoot!” said Applejack a second before Buttercup’s limp body was pushed back enough to uncover my mouth. I gasped, taking deep lungfuls of air into me as quickly as I could.

“Are you okay, Anon?” asked Apple Bloom frantically.

As soon as my lungs were soothed and my brain calmed, I began to chuckle. I raised a hand from where it lay on Buttercup’s skin and gave them a thumbs-up. Moments later, I felt the tremendous weight sitting on my face lessened and realized that Buttercup was getting off of me. Or rather, it might be more accurate to say that Applejack and Apple Bloom lifted Buttercup’s half-unconscious body up and off of me, carefully lying her down on the bed next to me. When she was situated, they crawled down and got between her legs, gently lapping up the remaining juices coating Buttercup’s skin.

I looked over at Buttercup, my mother, my friend, and now my friend with benefits. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was hanging open, sucking in much-needed air after her exhausting ordeal. I scooted closer to her, reaching up and gently turning her head to face me. Buttercup lifted her heavy eyelids just enough to see me, staring at me with eyes glazed over with pleasure. She smiled weakly at me, soft moans escaping her lips as my sisters licked her. I smiled back at her and nuzzled my face against hers, softly stroking her cheek. I planted gentle kisses on her lips, which she attempted to reciprocate as best she could.

Applejack and Apple Bloom soon finished getting Buttercup clean, climbing up and joining the two of us where we lied. Applejack lied down at Buttercup’s side, across from me, and Apple Bloom carefully lowered herself onto Buttercup’s chest. The three of us wrapped our arms around each other, hugging Buttercup between us and bringing our faces together. My sisters and I leaned in and shared a sloppy three-way kiss, tasting Buttercup on each other’s lips and tongues. We then turned our attention to the woman in question, planting a barrage of soft, gentle kisses on Buttercup’s face.

“Oh, sweeties,” Buttercup whispered in between kisses. “Anon, Apple Bloom, Applejack...thank you. Thank you so much. That felt...that felt so good.” She chuckled softly. “That felt so good to have...someone else touch me again. It’s been so long. I...I haven’t finished that hard in...so long.”

“Well, there’s more where that came from,” said Apple Bloom.

“If you want it, that is,” I said.

“I...I do,” said Buttercup. “I really do. I don’t know if that makes me a bad mother or not, but...I want it.”

“You ain’t a bad mom,” said Applejack firmly.

“Yeah! You’re the best mom in the world!” said Apple Bloom.

“And don’t you forget it!” I said.

Buttercup looked at each of us in turn, then smiled and closed her eyes. “My precious babies,” she said. “I love you three so much.”

“We love you too, Mama,” my sisters and I said together.

We snuggled closer together, my sisters and I resting our heads beside Buttercup’s and closing our eyes as well. I reveled in the moment of comfort, savoring every second of it. I loved all three of them so much. They were my lovers, my friends, and most importantly, my family, and nothing in the whole wide world would ever change that.