Author's Note

Chapter contains: Human/Humanized, Incest, Unrealistic Anatomy, Harem/Polygamy, (MFFF) Foursome, Role Play, Boobjob/Titfuck, Spanking, Facial, Oral Sex (Cunnilingus), Fingering

Learning

The puffy grey clouds overhead let loose a gentle snowfall, the fine white powder coating the land like vanilla cake frosting. The snow crunched beneath my heavy boots with every step I took. A cool breeze blew through the apple trees around me, leaving soft, refreshing kisses on my exposed face. I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my thick, warm coat, grateful for the comfort it gave me. I smiled as I rounded a bend in the path and saw the familiar farmhouse in the distance, which slowly grew larger as I approached.

The walk between Sweet Apple Acres and the town train station was not a short one, but I had no right to complain about having to make it. If my old grandmother had been able to make the early morning trek into town, and set the pace while doing so, then so could I. She hadn’t even wanted me to accompany her in the first place, insisting that she was perfectly capable of catching the train to Auntie Applesauce’s on her own, but Buttercup had insisted that I escort her there. Granny Smith had begrudgingly acquiesced, but insisted on carrying her own overnight bag, despite my offer to carry it for her. In hindsight, she was probably right about not needing an escort, as we managed to make it to the station and get her on her train without incident.

While I wasn’t thrilled about being the one chosen to go with her, I was a bit gleeful to see her off on her trip, as her departure meant that Applejack, Apple Bloom, Buttercup, and I would be alone in the house until the next morning. We had not planned anything special to take advantage of the opportunity, but knowing my sisters, they would probably have something in mind. As my mind started to wander, imagining the many possibilities as to how the three beautiful women and I could spend our time together, I unconsciously started walking faster, my body wanting to reunite me with them as quickly as possible. No matter what ended up happening, it was sure to be one heck of a day for all four of us.

It had been well over a month since my sisters and I had first shared a bed with our mother, and we had only grown closer since then. Slowly but surely, we had gotten the initially hesitant Buttercup to open up to us, giving to and taking from us with hardly a second thought. After crossing the mental hurdle of being truly intimate with her children, Buttercup had had few hangups as far as our bedroom activities were concerned. She had grown used to using her hands, her mouth, and even her huge breasts to pleasure me and my sisters; we, of course, always enjoyed the experienced woman’s touch immensely. And when it came time for her turn, my sisters and I held nothing back, teasing, pleasuring, even worshiping her big, motherly body in whatever ways we could think of.

It had certainly been a learning experience for all of us. Despite all my sisters and I had been through over the past year, we realized that Buttercup still had plenty to teach us, and we eagerly listened to whatever advice she had to offer. Buttercup ended up learning quite a bit as well, despite her having many years of experience on the rest of us. She had never been with a woman before, and Apple Bloom thoroughly enjoyed using Applejack as a test subject to teach her just how to handle the new challenge. She had not had much confidence in her abilities at first, but according to my sisters, she was quickly becoming as skilled at pleasuring a woman as the rest of us were.

Not all of our learning had been done in the bedroom, however. As she had promised, Buttercup had continued to mold me into a man worthy of my sisters, and as I had promised, I had given the task everything I could. Applejack and Apple Bloom had not been spared her lessons either, Buttercup wanting to see them improve as women as well. It had been subtle, but I could definitely feel a change in the way we treated each other, a change that was definitely for the better. We spent more time together, we leaned on each other more, and we were more open about our feelings, even about those things which we had historically tried to keep from each other. We were starting to act more like husband and wife, or rather, husband and wives, than we ever had before.

While the four of us had undeniably grown closer, my sisters and I were very much aware that we were not as close as we could be. Buttercup had come a long way from being merely our mother, but we still felt as if she were holding herself back. She sometimes felt like a third wheel, or in this case, a fourth wheel, largely due to her own reservations about being an equal partner in our relationship. The rest of us had certainly never discouraged her; we had all decided going in that we would let Buttercup be involved to whatever extent she wanted. She had come far on the sexual side of things, but on the romantic side, she still held herself back. For some reason, she still had difficulty accepting us as genuine romantic partners, despite our best efforts to warm her up to the idea.

It’s not as if my sisters and I were disappointed by her not wanting to be with us. All we wanted was for our mother to get the love and companionship that she had been missing out on for so many years, regardless of who provided it to her. My sisters had taken full advantage of Buttercup’s promise to let us help her on that front, dragging her into town in search of a good man whenever they could manage to get her to go along with them. But according to them, Buttercup had been apprehensive on that front as well, falling into her old habits of politely denying or even flat-out ignoring any opportunity to rekindle her romantic life. We certainly didn’t want to force her into something she didn’t want, but it was still frustrating for us, as we knew that, deep down, she wanted it more than she admitted.

My troubled thoughts faded from my mind as I reached the end of the path through the orchard and stepped through the archway that marked the entrance to our farm. Once in the barnyard, I quickly crossed the short distance to the front door of our house. As I drew nearer to it, however, I noticed something unusual. There was a piece of paper attached to the wood of the door that had most definitely not been there when I had left. When I got close enough, I saw that the paper had the image of an arrow drawn on it, pointing off to the side towards the back door. Confused, I reached out a hand to open the door, then stopped, pulling it back. I looked off in the direction the arrow pointed for a moment, then tentatively walked off in the direction it indicated.

I walked around the side of the house, soon arriving at the back door that led into the kitchen. The door was slightly ajar, enough to let me know it was unlocked, but not enough to let in the cold. I reached for the handle and slowly pushed the door open, reflexively wiping my feet on the mat as I stepped inside. There was nothing unusual about the kitchen, nothing that I could see anyway, the room looking just as it always did around that time of day. I carefully closed the door behind me and stepped further into the kitchen, noticing the eerie silence that hung over the house. I had figured that at least one of my family would be at home, as I had not seen any of them outside, so to find it empty was a bit troubling. I was about to call out and see if I could locate any of them, when I heard a voice coming from the direction of the living room.

“You’re late,” said the voice, its tone stern and slightly annoyed.

Into the entryway to the living room stepped a young woman with long red hair and a gorgeous hourglass figure. There was a pair of black high-heeled shoes on her petite feet and translucent black pantyhose clinging to her shapely calves. She wore a tight black pencil skirt that covered her from her hips down to her knees and a snug white blouse that showed off her slender waist and her ample breasts. Her hair was tied at the back with a pinkish-red ribbon, creating a ponytail that ran down her back. Her feminine lips were smeared with a thick coating of lipstick the same color as her hair and nails, and she wore a pair of horn-rimmed spectacles on her nose. If I had not recognized the woman’s face as that of my little sister, I might have thought that a complete stranger had somehow wandered into my home.

“Apple Bloom?” I said.

Apple Bloom put her hands on her hips, glaring at me as if I had just said something stupid. “That’s Miss Apple Bloom to you, young man. Now, get your butt into the classroom before I write you up for bein’ tardy!”

“The...classroom?” I said, becoming more lost by the second.

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes and strode towards me, her heels clacking against the hard floor with every step. When she reached me, she grabbed my wrist and turned around, pulling me along with her towards the living room. I was about to ask her what in Equestria she was doing, but I was distracted by the sight of what must have been the “classroom” that she had referred to. The living room had been rearranged in my absence, Granny’s and Buttercup’s comfy chairs having been moved to make room for a trio of small, plain, wooden chairs sitting side by side. In front of each chair was a small overturned apple crate, which I assumed were supposed to be desks. The chairs were all facing a large standing chalkboard in front of our couch, which had been pushed back to make room.

“What’s...goin’ on here?” I said.

“It’s called school,” said Apple Bloom tersely. “Now, hang up your coat and have a seat so we can begin.”

“But...” I said.

“Now!” said Apple Bloom. “Or I’ll make you wear the dunce cap!”

Deciding that it was probably for the best to go along with whatever it was Apple Bloom was doing, I moved off to the side and went about hanging up my coat and removing my snow boots.

As I did so, Apple Bloom strode over to the bottom of the stairs and placed a hand aside her mouth. “Class is beginnin’ now!” she called out. “All students report to their seats!”

A few moments later, I heard the sound of footsteps clacking on the wooden floor upstairs, then the creak of the stairs. Setting my boots by the door, I stood and looked over at the stairs, whereupon my jaw suddenly joined by boots on the floor.

The two women descending the staircase were dressed in what I recognized were meant to be the uniforms of schoolgirls, but would have most definitely been considered unacceptable attire in any legitimate academic institution. Two pairs of black high-heeled shoes descended the creaky steps, struggling to support the hefty women who wore them. Long white stockings ran up two pairs of thick legs, gently biting into the soft flesh of their thighs. Two sets of wide hips and huge round butt cheeks were squeezed into modest, white panties, all covered by plaid skirts so ridiculously short that they barely covered half of the pale pink globes.

The women wore white, short-sleeve, button up shirts so thin that it was obvious that they were not wearing anything underneath. The shirts were tied up just underneath their massive breasts, leaving their stomachs exposed for the world to see. Without the aid of bras, the tight shirts struggled to contain the mountains of feminine flesh within them, the buttons straining with every breath they took. Two beautiful heads of long hair, one straight and yellow, the other orange and curly, were tied off in twintails that ran down their backs. The women wore no makeup, but considering how red their faces were, one could have been forgiven for thinking they were wearing blush.

They carefully descended the stairs, their soft flesh jiggling slightly with each step they took. When they finally reached the bottom, they stepped into the living room and stood next to Apple Bloom, clasping their hands together behind their backs. They fidgeted slightly and looked down at the ground, standing there silently as my brain struggled to process the sight of them. Apple Bloom glanced over at me, smirking at my reaction.

Eventually, I managed to find my voice again. “A-A-Applejack?” I said. “M-Mom?”

Applejack raised her head slightly and looked up at me, giving me a nervous grin. “Uh...hey, Anon,” she said.

Buttercup looked up at me as well. “H-Hello, sweetie,” she said.

“What...what the heck is goin’ on here?” I said, looking to Apple Bloom for an explanation as to why my big sister and my mother were dressed like the women in those magazines that Applejack had never allowed me to look at.

Apple Bloom’s smile faded and she let out an annoyed sigh. “Oh, for Celestia’s sake,” she grumbled, quickly striding over to me. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer to her, leaning in and whispering in my ear. “Would you just shut up and play along? You don’t know how hard it was to convince them to do this!”

“Wait. You mean...?” I said, my overwhelmed brain slowly coming to grips with the situation I found myself in.

“Yes, you big doofus!” said Apple Bloom, smiling at me. “Now stop thinkin’ about it and let your friend downstairs enjoy himself!”

“Uh...okay,” I said, the blood already draining out of my brain.

Apple Bloom released me and turned around, walking over to the chalkboard. “Alright,” she said, loudly and enthusiastically, “now that we’re all here, why don’t you three take your seats, then we can begin the lesson.”

“Y-Yes, Miss Apple Bloom,” said Applejack and Buttercup together.

The three of us “students” slowly walked over to our “desks” and sat down. I sat in the middle desk with my schoolmates sitting to either side of me. The small wooden chairs that had been set up creaked loudly as Applejack and Buttercup rested their weighty cheeks down on them, their flesh spilling out over the edges of the seats. I glanced over at each of them in turn; they still looked very embarrassed, but they smiled back at me to let me know they were alright. Of course, I couldn’t help but stare at their sexy bodies squeezed into such revealing outfits as well. Already, I could feel my pants growing tight as Anon Jr. prepared for what would most likely be coming for us very soon.

Apple Bloom loudly cleared her throat, drawing our attention towards her. She was standing tall and proud in front of the chalkboard, looking down at us with a predatory grin on her lips. “Now then, class,” she said, “as you all know, we took a test last week on the unit we’ve been studying.”

“W-We did?” asked Applejack, momentarily slipping out of character.

Apple Bloom glared at her for a moment before regaining her composure. “Yes, Applejack, we did,” she said firmly, “and I can’t say I’m particularly pleased with the results.”

“Did we...do poorly?” said Buttercup.

“‘Poorly’ would be an understatement, Buttercup,” said Apple Bloom. “Do you know how well you did on your test?”

“Well...no,” said Buttercup.

“Well, I’ll tell you,” said Apple Bloom. “You got a ‘D’; that’s how well you did.” She turned and looked at Applejack. “And how about you, Applejack? Do you know what you scored on your test?”

“Er...I can’t say that I...do,” said Applejack.

“Well, you also got a ‘D’,” said Apple Bloom. She then set her sights on me. “And you, Anon? Do you know what you got on the quiz?”

“Did I...get a ‘D’?” I ventured.

“Yep,” said Apple Bloom. “You got a big, fat, smelly ol’ ‘D’. I hope you’re proud of yourself.”

“Uh...sorry...I guess,” I said.

“‘Sorry’ ain’t gonna cut it!” said Apple Bloom. “Y’all aren’t ever gonna graduate with grades like that! Lucky for you, I’m feelin’ generous today, so I’m gonna let you three do a makeup exam. If you three do good today, I’ll overlook those bad grades you got. Sound good?”

“Yes, Miss Apple Bloom,” said Buttercup. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me too much,” said Apple Bloom, “‘cause this test’s gonna be even longer and harder than the last one.”

“Uh, Miss Apple Bloom?” I said, tentatively raising my hand.

“Yes, Anon?” said Apple Bloom.

“This...might be a stupid question, but...what class is this?” I said.

Apple Bloom chuckled and shook her head. “No wonder you did so poorly,” she said. “Try to pay more attention in the future.” She reached up and grabbed the edge of the chalkboard, slowly flipping it over to the other side. As the other side of the board came into view, I saw, written at the top in big, uppercase letters, the words “SEXUAL EDUCATION”. When the board was fully rotated, Apple Bloom turned back to face us, smirking at the expressions on our faces.

“Now then, first question,” said Apple Bloom, producing a stick of chalk from her pocket and turning towards the board. She raised the chalk and began drawing a crude sketch of what I eventually realized was meant to be a man’s genitals. When she finished, she turned around again, looking straight at Applejack. “Applejack, can you tell me the proper name for this part of the body?”

Applejack’s blush, which had faded slightly, suddenly intensified. “That’s the...er...the...p-penis,” she said, looking down at her lap.

“Incorrect!” said Apple Bloom. “The answer I was looking for was ‘dick’. I also would have accepted ‘cock’, ‘wiener’, ‘dong’, ‘prick’, or ‘fuckstick’. Maybe ‘member’ if you’re really feelin’ self-conscious about it, but definitely not ‘penis’.” Apple Bloom turned and crossed out the image of the member on the blackboard.

“Let’s try another question,” she said, beginning another sketch in an empty spot of the board. This time, the picture she drew was that of a woman’s genitals. “Buttercup!” She turned and looked at Buttercup, a sadistic smile on her face. “Can you tell me what this is?”

Buttercup blushed just as hard as Applejack had, and she gulped loudly. “That would be...er...a woman’s...v-vagina,” she said.

“Wrong again!” said Apple Bloom, clearly enjoying herself. “The correct answer is ‘pussy’. Or ‘cunt’. Or ‘snatch’. Or ‘muff’. Or ‘cunny’, if you’re into that sort of thing. But not ‘vagina’! And if I hear one of y’all say ‘womanhood’ again, I’ll fail you.” She turned and crossed out the image of the womanhood on the board.

“Last question,” said Apple Bloom, raising her chalk once more. This time, she drew a picture of two stick figures, one male and one female. Being stick figures, the only clue to their genders were the pair of circles on the chest of one of them and a comically long line stretching out from between the legs of the other. It took me a moment of squinting at the crude image to realize that the figures were meant to be having sex with one another. “Anon!” She turned around and looked at me, grinning wickedly. “Please tell the class what it’s called when a man shoves his dick into a woman’s pussy.”

“Sexual intercourse?” I said, knowing full well what her reaction would be.

“You did that on purpose,” said Apple Bloom, momentarily dropping character. “Wrong! As you should all know, the correct answer would be ‘fuckin’’. You could even say ‘ruttin’’, ‘plowin’’, ‘screwin’’, or even ‘breedin’’.”

“W-What about...’makin’ love’?” said Buttercup.

“No, not ‘makin’ love’ either,” said Apple Bloom, sighing and pinching the bridge of her nose. “Alright, why don’t we move on? Y’all didn’t do well on this part of the test, but...maybe you’ll be able to make up some points on the practical portion.”

Apple Bloom took hold of the blackboard and carefully pushed it to the side, clearing the space between us and the couch behind her. “Anon, stand up,” she said, methodically removing her glasses, folding them, and setting them aside. I slowly rose to my feet, not even bothering to try and hide the extremely obvious tent in my pants. “Well, I see someone’s eager. Take off your clothes and sit down on the couch.”

I gulped, then slowly walked over and stood before the couch. Despite the nature of my relationship with all three of the women present, I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious as I disrobed before them. Apple Bloom looked at me as if I were a mouthwatering dessert, her stern expression tinged with clear desire. Applejack and Buttercup watched me just as closely, the nervousness on their faces drowned out by their swelling arousal. By the time the last piece of clothing on my body had been removed and tossed aside, the tension in the air was thicker than the thickest thigh in the room. I sat down in the middle of the couch, partly anxious and partly fearful to see what would happen next.

“Now then,” said Apple Bloom, looking back at Applejack and Buttercup. “Girls, stand up and come over here.” My fellow “students” slowly rose to their feet and walked forward, standing side-by-side a few feet in front of me. If the hungry looks in their eyes wasn’t enough of a clue as to their mental states, the small wet spots on their panties and the tents formed by their stiffening nipples pressing against their thin shirts made it perfectly clear what they were thinking about.

Apple Bloom smirked, slowly walking up behind them and placing her hands on their shoulders possessively. “You see that, girls?” she said, her tone soft and sultry. “You see what you two have done to poor Anon?”

“Yes, Miss Apple Bloom,” said Applejack and Buttercup, their eyes never leaving the spot between my legs.

“You two have gotten him all riled up walkin’ around with these lewd bodies of yours,” said Apple Bloom, her hands slowly wandering down and gently caressing one massive breast each. “It wouldn’t be fair to just leave him like this, would it?”

“No, Miss Apple Bloom,” said Applejack and Buttercup.

“Y’all wanna take responsibility and help calm him down, don’t you?” purred Apple Bloom, grinning and tracing circles around their stiff nipples with the tips of her fingers.

“Yes, Miss Apple Bloom,” said Applejack and Buttercup, who were beginning to fidget slightly.

“I knew you would,” said Apple Bloom. “For this part of the test, I want you two to demonstrate the proper technique for makin’ a man blow his load...usin’ only these big, sexy tits of yours.” As she said this, she grabbed one of each of their breasts, squeezing them roughly.

Applejack and Buttercup both moaned in response to her touch, then gulped together. “Y-Yes, Miss Apple Bloom,” they said.

“Here,” said Apple Bloom, moving behind Applejack, reaching around her, and grabbing both halves of her shirt right in the middle, where the buttons were stretched to their maximum to contain the tightly packed flesh within. “Let me give you a hand with that.” In one swift motion, she yanked both halves of the shirt apart, ripping the buttons off and sending them falling down onto the floor. Applejack gasped sharply as her breasts exploded out of their fabric prison, the pale pink teardrops falling free. Apple Bloom wasted no time in yanking the ruined garment down and off Applejack’s arms and tossing it aside unceremoniously.

As soon as she had finished with Applejack, Apple Bloom set her sights on Buttercup. “Your turn!” she said gleefully as she took up her position behind Buttercup. Knowing what was coming, but being either unwilling or incapable of trying to stop it, Buttercup watched wide-eyed as Apple Bloom grabbed her shirt and ripped it open, the buttons needing only the slightest encouragement to abandon their posts and release their prisoners. Buttercup’s massive melons spilled forth, their great weight making them bounce and jiggle for a moment as they settled into place. Apple Bloom quickly removed Buttercup’s shirt and discarded it, leaving both of the busty women naked from the waist up.

I sat on the couch looking up at them, my eyes wide and my jaw hanging low, my brain having shut down long ago. My friend downstairs, on the other hand, was much more lively than I was, twitching and throbbing as if in a desperate cry for attention. Applejack and Buttercup, like me, were stunned at having their bodies bared in such a brazen fashion, and were staring back at me with bright red cheeks. We probably would have stayed like that for a while if Apple Bloom had not shocked them out of their stupor by simultaneously giving each of them a light swat on their sizable rumps, making them yelp and jump forward a bit. Trying to maintain what little dignity they had left, Applejack and Buttercup straightened themselves and slowly approached the couch.

I watched them, paralyzed by arousal, as they slowly climbed onto the couch and lied down on their bellies next to me, resting their heavy breasts on my thighs. They adjusted slightly to get comfortable, bringing their faces together above my rock-hard member and lifting their heel-clad feet into the air. We stared at each other for a long moment, none of us sure who would make the first move. A silent signal passed between us, and the three of us suddenly leaned in and brought our faces together. We closed our eyes and pressed our lips together between us, releasing the energy that had been building up within us through a wild, lustful, three-way kiss. We grabbed for each other’s heads, pulling each other into the kiss even more forcefully. Soft moans and grunts filled the air as their soft, plump lips mashed against mine and our tongues twirled together.

Our kiss was cut short when a pair of slender, yet strong hands grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back, holding me against the couch cushion. I tilted my head back and looked up to see Apple Bloom’s face looming over mine, a smug grin on her lips. “Ah-ah-ah!” she said, wagging a finger in the air. “This is their test, not yours. I don’t want you distractin’ ‘em. You just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.”

With that, Apple Bloom reached forward and gently grasped my tip, making me twitch reflexively. She slowly lifted it up off of my stomach where it lay, angling my shaft directly upwards between the four breasts sitting beside it. “Alright, girls,” she said, “get to it!”

Applejack and Buttercup stared down at the meaty pillar between them, looking like a pair of dogs having a treat waved in front of their faces. Without taking their eyes off of it, both of them reached down and cupped their breasts, pressing them together to form long valleys of cleavage. They slowly pushed them forwards, angling them so that I would end up right in the middle of all four of them. Their thick, erect nipples came together an instant before the rest did, their gentle kiss eliciting a soft whimper from both of them. As they continued, smooshing the rest of their titanic breasts together and making them balloon up beautifully, I was engulfed in an ocean of soft, warm, feminine flesh.

A stuttering moan escaped my lips as their heavenly touch sent a wave of pleasure shooting through my sensitive member and up to my brain. The two of them did not stop pushing together until the entirety of my length had been swallowed up, an easy feat for the hyper-endowed women. They looked up at each other, the tips of their noses only a hair’s breadth apart. They stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment, as if they were having a silent conversation together. Suddenly, they both looked down, gripped their breasts firmly, then began slowly lifting them up, dragging their plump flesh over my skin at an excruciatingly slow pace.

I had been on the receiving end of double titfucks before, courtesy of my sisters, but even those had left me woefully unprepared for the pleasure that rushed through me, making my whole body tingle from toe to head. As much as I loved my little sister’s beautiful, perky breasts, they could not even come close to matching the mind-blowing sensations that Buttercup’s massive mammaries provided. Even Applejack’s impressive chest could barely keep up with them as they caressed every inch of me simultaneously, all the way from my base to my tip. I threw my head back and clamped my eyes shut as the pleasure hit me, wiping my mind clear of all other thoughts.

They continued lifting their breasts until about half of my length was exposed to the relatively cool air, then they stopped. Quickly reversing course, they pushed themselves back down again, the downstroke feeling just as incredible as the upstroke had. They continued until they had enveloped me entirely once again, then turned around and went right back up again. So began a cycle of some of the most pleasurable teasing I had ever received. With every stroke, Applejack and Buttercup grew more comfortable and more confident, their movements growing steadier and smoother in turn. Before long, they were working me like a well-oiled machine, pumping me with steadily increasing speed and force. I allowed myself to be carried away by the pleasure, letting it wash over me and consume my body and mind.

Through my stupor, I felt a pair of soft, slender hands caress my chest and heard a sultry whisper in my ear. “How are they doin’, big guy?” said Apple Bloom. “Do those big titties of theirs feel good?” I opened my eyes a crack and saw her looking down on me, her expression making it clear that she was enjoying every second of this. “What do you say? Are they earnin’ that ‘A’?” I tried to get out some coherent words through the endless stream of soft moans and grunts flowing from my lips, but all that came out was a pathetic-sounding vocalization more akin to a moan than intelligible speech. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

Apple Bloom brought her hands up and grasped my head, holding it gently as she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. I instinctively kissed her back, mashing my lips against hers and sending my tongue to meet hers. I moaned into her mouth as we tongue-wrestled, channeling my burning lust into a forceful, passionate kiss. She kissed me back just as energetically, clearly as riled up by the whole situation as I was. We broke our kiss when the sounds of another wild kiss reached our ears, and we turned our attention back to the women currently wrapped around my shaft. Buttercup and Applejack had their mouths locked together, sharing a sloppy tongue-kiss as they continued pumping me. Their soft moans and whimpers filled the room, and their saliva dripped from their plump lips down onto their breasts, sliding down into the cracks between them.

“Look at them,” said Apple Bloom, sounding as mesmerized by the erotic display before us as I was. “Ain’t that just the hottest thing you’ve ever seen?”

Apple Bloom reached out and placed a hand on each of their shoulders, slowly moving them towards their necks and up to the backs of their heads. The busty schoolgirls looked at us with half-lidded eyes as Apple Bloom gently pressed their heads together, but did not stop their kiss or their pumping, which had accelerated to a decently fast rate. Apple Bloom’s hands wandered back down their necks, slowly ran down their smooth backs, and headed straight for their butts. Her fingers danced across the fabric of their skirts, taking hold of their bottom edges when they reached them. She simultaneously flipped both of the skirts up against their backs, revealing the entirety of the big, panty-clad globes they had made a token effort at concealing.

“Look at these things,” Apple Bloom whispered, sounding as awed as if she had just uncovered buried treasure. “Look at these big, sexy asses. Oh, I oughta had them use these on you instead. Next time.” Her hands wandered over their pale pink cheeks, caressing them, squeezing them, and even gently pinching them. She stuck her fingers under the edges of their panties, slowly running them up and down their length to tease them. She even allowed her fingers to slide down between their thighs, stroking them firmly for a few moments and making them moan loudly.

“I don’t know which one of them I prefer,” said Apple Bloom. “AJ’s is just so big and strong.” She gripped one of Applejack’s cheeks in her hand, feeling it up as if she were buying fruit at the market. “She’s nice and firm on the inside, but she’s got the perfect amount of plump on the outside. I just love buryin’ my face in these things.”

“But look at Buttercup’s!” said Apple Bloom, turning her attention to the other woman she was fondling. “Hers is just so...so...so big! It’s like someone stuck two giant pillows on the back of her hips.” She sunk her fingers into the thick flesh of Buttercup’s cheek, seizing it and jiggling it enticingly. “Every time I see this thing, I just wanna...just wanna...”

The next moment, several things happened in quick succession. First, Apple Bloom released Buttercup’s butt, raising her hand up into the air several inches above it. It seemed to hang there ominously for a fraction of a second before it rapidly descended again, hurtling towards Buttercup’s vulnerable cheek and delivering an open-palmed slap directly in the center of it. The sharp crack of flesh against flesh echoed through the room, cutting through every other noise. The force of the impact caused the juicy flesh to ripple outward, rising and falling like the waves of a stormy sea. Buttercup’s eyes shot open and her head jerked back, breaking her kiss with Applejack. She let out a sharp yelp that sounded much louder to us than it actually was. Both she and Applejack immediately stopped pumping me, the whole room falling still and silent.

In hindsight, the strike had not been hard enough to cause any serious damage; the fact that Apple Bloom had done it at all was probably much more of a shock to Buttercup, and to us, than the pain itself had been. Gentle pats and playful swats were one thing, but full-on spanking was something that not even the adventurous Apple Bloom had tried before, especially not with our mother. I looked at Apple Bloom’s hand, then looked at the stunned expression on Buttercup’s face. Applejack and I looked at each other for a moment, then slowly turned our gazes towards Apple Bloom. The confident grin that had been on Apple Bloom’s face mere moments ago had vanished, replaced by an expression of shock and embarrassment. She slowly removed her hand from Buttercup’s skin, pulling it back against herself as if to prevent it from doing further harm.

“M-M-Mom, I...I’m sorry, I...I didn’t mean to...I don’t know what came over me,” said Apple Bloom. “I-I just—”

“Do it again,” said Buttercup.

Her words shocked us even more than the slap had. My sisters and I looked back and forth between each other, all of us just as clueless as the others as to whether what we just heard had been a trick of our imaginations.

“Huh?” said Apple Bloom.

“Do it again!” said Buttercup, her forceful tone demanding unquestioning obedience.

Applejack and I watched as Apple Bloom tentatively stretched out her hand once again, raising it up above Buttercup’s butt. It hung there for a moment, as if it were making up its mind as to what to do. Just when the tension was becoming unbearable, Apple Bloom’s hand hurtled down towards its fleshy target, hitting it on the same spot she had struck it the first time. The slap was not as strong as the first one had been, but it was still forceful enough to produce a loud slap and set Buttercup’s flesh jiggling. Buttercup let out a sharp cry that sounded pained, but also carried a noticeable undercurrent of erotic pleasure.

As we watched, Buttercup slowly bit her lower lip, shuddered from head to toe, and let out a soft, adorable whimper. She locked eyes with Applejack, staring at her with a look of burning lust. Suddenly, she launched herself forward, pressing her lips against Applejack’s and kissing her with frightening intensity. Applejack was visibly surprised by her actions, but quickly recovered, closing her eyes and kissing Buttercup back as well as she was able. At the same time, both of them took hold of their heaving breasts once again and resumed their pumping, quickly speeding back up to the rate they had been working at before. The resulting pleasure swept through my body, catapulting me back into the lustful haze I had just been starting to emerge from.

Apple Bloom chuckled wickedly, her domineering persona returning. “Well, well, well,” she said, slowly caressing Buttercup’s cheek. “It seems our little Buttercup ain’t such a delicate flower after all.” Her hand wandered over to Buttercup’s other cheek, where it lifted into the air and came down again in one swift motion, delivering a loud spank onto the untouched skin. Buttercup squeaked into Applejack’s mouth, the vocalization conveying both pain and pleasure. “Do you like this, Buttercup? Do you like playin’ rough?” Another spank and another muffled moan followed, more than answering Apple Bloom’s question.

I spent the next few minutes consumed by a sexual bliss that I could not have imagined was possible if I had not been experiencing it. Applejack and Buttercup continued to mash their breasts together around me, their skin growing slicker as it was gradually coated by a combination of their saliva and my pre. Apple Bloom pulled up Buttercup’s panties, baring her smooth cheeks and allowing her unrestricted access to her soft skin. With one hand, she continued to deliver sharp spanks to Buttercup’s jiggly flesh, interspaced with gentle, loving caresses on the gradually reddening cheeks. At the same time, Apple Bloom cradled my head in her arm, kissing me deeply. The room was serenaded by a symphony of moans, the squelching of wet flesh, and the occasional crack of a spank.

I could feel myself slowly being pushed to my climax. I could feel the energy building up inside of me, filling up every inch of my skin, ever fiber of my muscles, and every corner of my mind. My hips bucked reflexively in time with Applejack and Buttercup’s downstrokes, sending my tip sliding through their soft, warm flesh further and further each time. Moans and grunts flowed from my mouth and into Apple Bloom’s as we tongue-wrestled. My hands wandered wherever they pleased, stroking soft hair, smooth backs, plump butts, and thick thighs. As I neared my peak, my vocalizations grew frantic and my body jerked wildly, a signal that Apple Bloom picked up on immediately.

“You gettin’ close, big boy?” she whispered, breaking our kiss and looking into my eyes. “You gonna blow your load all over these busty little tramps?” She raised her hand and spanked Buttercup once again, the sharp crack and Buttercup’s accompanying moan pushing me ever-closer to the edge. “I wanna watch you do it. I wanna watch you cum all over their big fat titties. I wanna watch you paint their faces white. C’mon, baby. Do it! Cum for me! Cum for me right now!”

My body acted on its own, planting my hands on Applejack’s and Buttercup’s upper backs and forcing them down. At the same time, my hips thrust forward, sending my tip rocketing upwards so far that it finally managed to poke its way out of the warm embrace of their breasts and taste the open air again. As soon as the sensation of my final thrust made the trip up to my brain, my will finally crumbled and my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. My face clenched in ecstasy and I let out a loud, manly roar as I felt my member expel the hot, sticky payload it had been aching to deliver for so long. My muscles clenched, jerking and spasming sporadically as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over me.

“That’s it! Give it to ‘em! More, more, more!” said Apple Bloom frantically.

I grunted, following her orders and calling on every bit of strength I had to keep going. Applejack and Buttercup squished their breasts together as tight as they could in an effort to milk me of every drop I had. In my throes of passion, my body unleashed volley after volley onto them while my mind was tossed about in a hurricane of lust. Eventually, of course, the storm subsided, each wave coming slightly weaker than the last, until they stopped altogether. My spent body collapsed down onto the couch, my head flopping back limply and laying there as I bathed in my afterglow.

My chest heaved as I sucked air into my lungs, and my muscles twitched occasionally as aftershocks ran through me. As the clouds hanging over my mind slowly parted, I became aware of my surroundings once again. From somewhere in front of me, I heard two panting mouths and felt four warm, velvety pillows wrapped around my tender flesh. I felt two slender, feminine hands caress my upper body and a set of soft lips planting gentle kisses on my neck and my face.

“Good boy,” whispered a voice in my ear. “Very good boy. I oughta give you some extra credit for that.”

My eyes fluttered open and I saw Apple Bloom’s face hanging over me. I pressed my lips against hers, kissing her back as well as I could in my weakened state. We exchanged a few quick kisses before she pulled back, staring into my eyes with a loving, yet lustful gaze. She smiled, then rose, walking back around the couch to the front, her heels clacking on the wooden floor. With great effort, I managed to lift my heavy head and look down at the sight before me.

Applejack and Buttercup were still lying on the couch to either side of me, their heavy breasts still wrapped around me. They were no longer kissing, but they had their foreheads pressed together and their eyes closed as they caught their breath. Their cheeks, chins, and their lips were coated in a thick smattering of my seed, which slowly dribbled down their skin. Already, the tops of their breasts were being painted white by the runoff, the fleshy mountain range receiving a beautiful cap of snow.

Apple Bloom knelt between my legs, putting herself at eye level with the other two. She reached out and placed a hand on the back of each of their heads, stroking them like one would stroke a household pet. “Good girls,” she whispered. “Good, good girls. You two did so well. I’m very proud of you.” She leaned in and gave each of them a gentle kiss on their foreheads.

The two schoolgirls slowly opened their eyes and looked over at their teacher. “Thank you, Miss Apple Bloom,” they said softly.

Apple Bloom chuckled, a devilish grin on her lips. “You know, as hot as you two look like that, I’m gonna need you to clean each other up now,” she said.

“Yes, Miss Apple Bloom,” said Applejack and Buttercup.

They looked back at each other, their eyes wandering over each other’s cum-splattered faces. They raised their hands, caressing each other’s shoulders and necks as they pressed their lips together once more, sharing a slow, sloppy kiss. While they were meant to be licking each other clean, they spent just as much time snowballing my seed back and forth between them as they did actually swallowing it down. Their antics ended up getting them even dirtier as my seed was smeared over even more of their faces and dripped down over even more of their breasts. Apple Bloom chuckled and shook her head, then leaned in and gave them a hand.

The three of them spent an unnecessarily long time cleaning each other up, but none of us were particularly in a hurry to move on. Their sloppy three-way kiss ended up getting Apple Bloom’s face dirty as well, but she didn’t seem to mind one bit. After a few minutes of licking, kissing, and giggling, the last glob finally disappeared down one of their warm, wet throats, after spending some time in each one of their mouths, of course. The three then turned to the soiled breasts beneath them, leaning down and giving them a thorough tongue bath. There was a significant amount of real estate to deal with, but with three dextrous tongues working together, they made quick work of the remaining mess.

When Buttercup and Applejack finally pulled back their breasts and sat up, my half-hard member flopped down onto my stomach, the touch of the relatively cool air making me moan softly. The three of them chuckled and smiled lovingly at me before leaning down and quickly cleaning me up. There wasn’t that much of a mess to deal with, as most of it had gone on them instead, but they made sure to take their sweet time dragging their soft tongues across my tender skin nonetheless. I whimpered and moaned in response to their gentle touches, not stopping until they finally pulled back again.

“They didn’t take too much outta you, did they?” asked Apple Bloom teasingly. “Do you need a break?”

I chuckled, forcing my tired body to sit up. “Don’t you worry about me,” I said confidently. “I ain’t outta the rodeo yet.”

“We’ll see,” chuckled Apple Bloom. “Stand up.” Apple Bloom rose to her feet and took hold of my hands, helping me stand myself up on my stiff legs. I saw stars as my blood quickly readjusted to my new position, but otherwise, I was fine.

“You too, girls,” said Apple Bloom, prompting Buttercup and Applejack to rise to their feet as well. “Time to lose those panties. Turn around and take ‘em off...slowly.”

Despite having just had their faces plastered with my seed, both of them blushed upon receiving their instructions, but dutifully obeyed. They slowly spun around, facing away from us and standing side-by-side. They simultaneously reached underneath their skirts and took hold of their panties, which by that point were sopping wet. Their panties were slowly drawn downwards, working their way across the huge globes of their butts one inch at a time. As they reached their thighs and began the long journey down their thick legs, Applejack and Buttercup slowly bent forward at the waist, displaying themselves for our viewing pleasure. When their panties had made their way past their stockings, the two stepped out of them and rose back up, holding their soaked undergarments in their hands.

“Hand them over,” said Apple Bloom, extending her hand towards them. Applejack and Buttercup turned around and faced us, their moist lower lips barely visible beneath the bottom of their skirts. They carefully placed their sodden underwear in Apple Bloom’s waiting hand, which roughly clenched around them. Apple Bloom brought them up to her face and took a good long whiff of them, inhaling their potent scent deep into her lungs. “Perfect.”

Apple Bloom lowered her hand and looked back at the two schoolgirls. “Alright, you two,” she said, “sit down and spread your legs.” Applejack and Buttercup each took a seat on the couch, tentatively spreading their legs just far enough apart to be considered “spread”. “Wider!” Working through their embarrassment, the two of them obeyed their teacher and spread their legs further, leaving their pussies fully exposed. “Good.”

Apple Bloom tossed their panties aside, adding to the growing amount of clothing strewn about the floor, then turned to me. “Now it’s time for your test, Anon,” she said, reaching down and unzipping her skirt. She quickly shimmied the skirt over her alluring hips and let it fall to the floor, stepping out of it and kicking it aside.

“Uh...what do I...have to do?” I said, very much distracted by her disrobing.

“Well, I already know you can take care of one woman,” said Apple Bloom as she reached for the top button of her shirt. She worked her way down her shirt, unbuttoning each button teasingly slow as she continued speaking. “And I know you can take care of two women too. But what I wanna know is...can you do more? Can you handle all three of us at once? Well today, we’re gonna find out.”

When the final button had been undone, she reached up and shrugged off her shirt, revealing the white bra underneath. With the shirt out of the way, I also saw that she was not wearing any kind of underwear underneath her pantyhose, her plump, moist lips directly visible through the translucent fabric. “You wanna pass this class?” said Apple Bloom as she unhooked and shrugged off her bra. “You’re gonna have to make all three of us cum at the same time.” She tossed aside her bra and looked at me with a smug, confident grin on her lips. She proudly thrust out her chest and displayed her perky breasts, which held their beautiful teardrop shape perfectly, as always.

After giving me a moment to ogle her nearly naked body, one which I took full advantage of, she strutted over to the couch, sensually shaking her hips as she went. She spun around and lowered herself onto the couch, squeezing herself into the gap between Applejack and Buttercup. She spread her legs as well, resting them on the thick thighs of the women beside her. She reached around each of them and grabbed their breasts before pulling the three of them closer together and leaning them back against the couch. As they cozied up together, their breasts rubbing against each other’s, they looked up at me with varying degrees of arousal in their eyes.

“C’mon, big boy,” said Apple Bloom. “Show us what you got!”

Not needing to be told twice, I approached the couch and knelt down before them, taking in the sight of them. Three pairs of big, beautiful breasts rose and fell with each of their heavy breaths, all of them clearly riled up after everything that had happened so far. Even Apple Bloom’s controlling persona was slipping away, leaving her looking needier and needier by the second. Their smooth, plump pussies were leaking copious amounts of their warm juices, probably sensing that they were moments away from getting the attention they were craving. With all three of the sexy women laid bare before me, my overwhelmed mind could hardly decide on where to begin.

Eventually, I decided to start with Apple Bloom, feeling that she deserved to be as exposed as the other two. I shuffled forward and reached for the top of her pantyhose, intending to pull them down and off of her legs. “Just rip ‘em!” said Apple Bloom, her voice dripping with desperation. Doing as she said, I lowered my hands between her legs and gripped the moist fabric covering her lower lips with both hands. I tore the thin fabric apart with a satisfying ripping noise, creating a large enough hole to expose her lips and the surrounding area. With the final barrier between me and her sensitive skin removed, I took a deep breath and dove right in.

Apple Bloom gasped as I firmly pressed my tongue against her most sensitive spot and slowly dragged it up her slit. Soft moans and whimpers filled the air as I caressed inch after inch of her warm, silken skin, moving up to her clit. When I reached her love button, I took it in my mouth and placed a few slow, gentle licks on it, each one eliciting a stuttering moan. Afterwards, I moved all the way back down and did it all over again, slowly licking my way from bottom to top, then tending to her clit. The sweet taste of her nectar filled my mouth as I eagerly lapped it up and swallowed it down.

“Hey!” Applejack whined. “Don’t forget about us!” She was watching me intently as I tended to Apple Bloom, stroking herself while Apple Bloom played with her breasts.

I pulled my head back and looked up at her. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” I said, smiling.

I quickly shuffled over and knelt before Applejack, lowering my face to her glistening honeypot and giving her the same sensual treatment that I had given Apple Bloom. Applejack’s deeper, huskier moans replaced Apple Bloom’s, filling their air with the sounds of her pleasure. As I tended to her down below, she and Apple Bloom tended to her breasts, gently massaging them, hefting them, and teasing her thick, pink nipples. After spending a good amount of time on Applejack, I moved on to Buttercup, giving her just as much attention as I had given her daughters. Her sultry, womanly voice filled my ears as Apple Bloom and I teased her mature, sexy body.

By the time I moved back to Apple Bloom again, I realized that my round-robin tactic was not going to work. Switching between them would leave two of them without my touch for an unacceptably long time, and would make it very difficult for me to “pass my test” and tend to all three of them at once. As much as I would have loved to taste all three of them at the same time, I only had one mouth, so that was not a viable option either. Thankfully, my lust-addled brain reminded me that I had two things called “hands” at the ends of my arms which had proved themselves very useful in the past for dealing with situations such as the one I found myself in. Putting my plan into action, I raised my hands and sent them between Applejack’s and Buttercup’s legs as I continued lapping at Apple Bloom.

The sounds of their beautiful pipes once again filled the air as my fingertips pressed against their lips, stroking them firmly, but gently. I mimicked the motions of my tongue with my fingers, slowly moving from the bottoms to the tops of their slits, then teasing their clits as gently as I could. My strategy appeared effective, as all three of them were soon producing a constant stream of lewd vocalizations. They leaned in closer to each other, resting their heads together and wrapping their arms around each other. Their hands wandered over each other’s upper bodies, groping each other’s breasts and stroking each other’s faces. In between their moans and heavy breathing, they would come together and exchange quick kisses and licks.

For a minute or two more, I continued to tease them like that, gradually increasing the speed and strength of my strokes. By the time I felt that they were ready to move on, all three of them were squirming and thrusting against me, desperate for more stimulation. As much as I enjoyed seeing the needy expressions on their faces and listening to their adorable whimpers, I didn’t want to keep from what they really wanted any longer. I ceased my stroking, simultaneously placing my tongue between Apple Bloom’s lips and placing my fingers between Applejack’s and Buttercup’s. I took a dramatic pause, during which the three of them looked down at me, begging me with their eyes to continue. Grinning internally, I forced my tongue between Apple Bloom’s lips, through her entrance, and deep inside of her. At the same time, I forced the tips of two fingers each into Applejack and Buttercup, pushing as deeply as I could into all three of them.

A motley collection of moans, squeals, squeaks, and many other arousing noises filled the room as I penetrated all three of them. They gripped each other tightly, their eyes clenching shut as the pleasure hit them. They looked so adorably sexy huddled together like that, nuzzling their beautiful faces together as they reveled in my touch. I kept pushing into them, fighting against their tight grips, until I had gone as far as I could into each one of them. I waited there for a few moments, listening to them pant and feeling them reflexively clench around me. Not wanting to give them too much of a break, however, I soon continued, slowly drawing myself back out of them almost all the way. When I had returned to my starting positions, I reversed course and pushed right back into them, eliciting yet more moans as I plumbed their depths.

So began the cycle that I had become so used to carrying out over the past months. In and out, in and out I went, probing their hot, wet, silky-smooth passages with a firm, but gentle touch. My thrusts were slow at first, but as I gradually got used to using both my tongue and my hands at once, they increased in speed and intensity. Taking care of all of them together was, of course, a bit more difficult than when I only had to deal with one of them, but thankfully, my muscles had grown familiar enough with the necessary movements to carry them out largely on their own. Most of my mental energy was devoted to ensuing that all three of them got an equal amount of attention, and that I was touching each of them in those unique ways that each of them preferred.

I spent several minutes between their legs like that, putting everything I had into pleasuring the three women that I loved so much. Judging by their increasingly intense reactions, I knew that I was doing my job admirably, which only motivated me further. Their breathing grew heavier and faster, their ample chests jiggling rapidly as they rose and fell. Decreasingly intelligible exclamations were blurted out in between their other vocalizations. Sometimes, I thought I heard one of them try to call out my name; other times, I heard them cry for me to go faster or harder. When their mouths weren’t busy releasing lewd noises into the air, they were busy sharing sloppy, three-way kisses together. Their hands stayed just as busy as mine did, mauling each other’s breasts, gently tweaking each other’s nipples, and stroking each other’s clits.

Eventually, I began to see the tell-tale signs that the three of them were approaching their climaxes. I saw the way their bodies twitched and writhed together, and I heard their voices grow louder and louder. It was a delicate balancing act to try and push them all to the edge at relatively the same time. If I felt that one of them was outpacing the others, I would temporarily slow down with her while speeding up with the others. There was only so much I could do to delay the inevitable, however, so I ended up having to just go all-out and hope for the best. The thrusts of my fingers and tongue, which had already been coming at a rapid pace, accelerated even further as I sprinted to the finish line.

The three of them howled and wailed as I assaulted their tender, juicy flesh, targeting their most sensitive spots without mercy. Apple Bloom reached down with one hand and grasped my head, forcing my mouth more firmly against her skin. Applejack and Buttercup did similarly, reaching down and grasping my wrists in iron grips to prevent me from pulling out completely. I continued pumping them as the seconds slowly ticked by, feeling the tension in the room building up and preparing to burst forth. When I felt the time had finally come, I simultaneously pulled my tongue and my fingers back out of them as far as I could, then forcefully rammed them back inside as deeply as I possibly could.

Three distinct cries of ecstasy filled the room as they all threw back their heads and vented their pent-up lust into the air. Three tight, wet pussies clamped down around me, squeezing my tongue and fingers in death grips. Three floods of warm liquid flowed from within them, coating my hands and filling my mouth. Three voluptuous bodies spasmed and shook as wave after powerful wave of pleasure shot through them. Hips bucked, legs kicked, and feminine fingers sunk deeply into thick flesh that shook like the ground during an earthquake. Through it all, I continued working them, pushing them to greater and greater heights through each glorious second.

I don’t know how long the three of them spent like that, but I do know that their moment didn’t last forever, as much as they might have wished it would have. Within seconds of each other, all three of them collapsed limply onto the couch, having ridden out the final burst of pleasure their bodies had to offer them. They lied there panting, resting their heads against each other as they enjoyed their afterglows. I grinned at the sight of them, taking immense satisfaction in my handiwork. I slowly withdrew my tongue and fingers from within them, provoking whimpers and reflexive clenches as I rubbed against their sensitive flesh.

I leaned back and took a moment to catch my breath, having worn myself out quite a bit as well. I looked down at my fingers, which were slathered in a thick coating of Applejack’s and Buttercup’s juices. Realizing that I still had the taste of Apple Bloom in my mouth, I tentatively raised my fingers and sucked on them, curious as to what they might taste like together. The resulting cocktail was heaven on my tongue, their unique flavors blending together and complimenting each other perfectly. When put together, the three juicy apples created a fruit salad that managed to be both sweet and savory, both sharp and smooth, both calming and invigorating. I swirled their essence around in my mouth before eagerly swallowing it down, immediately hungry for more.

Luckily, their beautiful flowers were still dripping with sweet nectar, which I was not about to let go to waste. One after the other, I crawled between their legs and lowered my face to their glistening lips, gently licking them clean. They shuddered and whimpered as my tongue glided across their plump flesh, their hands weakly stroking the back of my head. When I had quenched my thirst, I lapped up what remained of their juices then climbed up on my feet. Their eyes fluttered open as I leaned down and put my hands aside their faces. We smiled at each other as we came together for a four-way kiss, our lips and tongues gently caressing each other. The three of them sent their tongues into my mouth, getting a taste of the delicious mixture they made.

Only when my tongue had finally been licked and sucked clean did we pull back, looking into each other’s eyes happily and lovingly. “So...how’d I do, teach?” I said.

Apple Bloom chuckled. “You did good, kid,” she said. “‘A’ plus. ‘A’ pluses all around, in fact. Y’all are the best students a teacher could ask for.”

“Well, we were lucky to have a teacher like you to help us out,” I said. “I don’t know how we ever would have made it without you.”

The fire crackled in the fireplace, filling our tired, sweaty bodies with a soothing warmth as we cuddled on the couch. I had taken Apple Bloom’s spot in the middle, with Applejack and Buttercup cuddling up to me from either side and resting their heads on my shoulders. Apple Bloom herself was curled up in my lap, her face nuzzled into the crook of my neck. All three women were as naked as I was, having discarded the last remnants of their clothing. None of us had wanted to get started on the day’s chores after “class” had ended, so we had built up the fire, pulled a thick quilt over ourselves, and snuggled together on the couch to recover our strength. Besides, we had the whole rest of the day to catch up.

We had our arms wrapped around each other and were absentmindedly stroking each other’s skin, as if we felt the others would somehow disappear if we let go of them. Occasionally, we would plant gentle kisses on each other’s faces, necks, or wherever else was convenient to reach. I had my head resting on Apple Bloom’s, gently nuzzling it while I rested my eyes. I listened to the sound of their soft breathing and felt the warmth of their bodies seeping into my skin. The scent that filled the air was a pleasing combination of sweat, sex, and a faint hint of apples.

“I still can’t believe you three did all that for me,” I said softly.

“Well, it’s not like we didn’t enjoy it too,” chuckled Apple Bloom. “Besides...you’re worth it.”

“Where’d you even get the idea?” I said. “You’ve never talked about...this sorta thing before.”

“I got inspired after I flipped through one of Mom’s lovey-dovey books,” said Apple Bloom. “What was it called again? Reading, Writing, Romance?”

“Is that what you read about in those books of yours?” I said teasingly.

“N-No, of course not!” said Buttercup.

“I’ll admit, I went a little farther with it than it went in your book,” said Apple Bloom. “But you can’t argue with results. Even AJ had fun, didn’t you?”

“Well, I...yeah,” said Applejack, blushing slightly. “I did. I can’t believe I had to wear that ridiculous outfit, though.”

“If it’s any consolation, I thought you looked really hot,” I said, provoking a smile from Applejack. “You did too, Mom.”

“Thank you, sweetie,” said Buttercup, smiling as well.

“Mom?” said Apple Bloom. “I’m...I’m sorry I...spanked your butt without askin’ you. I just...lost myself in the moment is all.”

“Oh, it’s alright,” said Buttercup, giving Apple Bloom a peck on the cheek. “You didn’t hurt me none; you just...surprised me is all.”

“You surprised me too,” chuckled Apple Bloom. “I never woulda thought my mama would be into that sorta thing.”

“Well...I, uh...” said Buttercup, blushing intensely.

“Oh, I’m just teasin’ you,” said Apple Bloom, giving Buttercup a peck on the lips. “You’re allowed to have a kink or two, Mama. Besides, I think it’s really hot that you like that.”

“Well...thanks, sweetie,” said Buttercup. “I’ve just...never tried anythin’ like that before. I’ve never thought that I...might like doin’ stuff like that. It’s a bit embarrassin’ to own up to.”

“There ain’t no shame in it, Mama,” said Applejack. “All of us got things we...like and don’t like. I was a bit...flustered too when I first realized it for myself, but...now I’m okay with it. I guess that’s just a part of...learnin’ about yourself...and learnin’ about each other.”

“You’re right,” said Buttercup, leaning in and giving Applejack a quick kiss. “And to think you’re the one tellin’ me that when...I’m supposed to be teachin’ you three about these sorts of things.”

“We’ve learned so much from you, Mama,” I said, “and we’re so grateful for that. But...nobody’s perfect. There’s always somethin’ we can improve on. There’s always somethin’ more we can learn.”

“Well, I look forward to learnin’ whatever I can about my babies,” said Buttercup, sharing a kiss with me too.

“I think we’re all lookin’ forward to learnin’ about you too,” I said.

“We’ll have plenty of time for learnin’ later,” said Applejack, yawning. “Right now...I need to give my brain a rest.” She snuggled up to me and closed her eyes, a smile on her face.

I gave Applejack a kiss on her forehead, then rested my head against hers and closed my eyes as well. Apple Bloom and Buttercup wordlessly followed suit, cozying up to me and resting their heads on my torso. The four of us held each other tightly as we peacefully drifted off into our mid-morning nap.