Author's Note

Chapter contains: Human/Humanized, Incest, Unrealistic Anatomy, Harem/Polygamy, (MFFF) Foursome, Pregnancy, Lactation, Fingering, Oral Sex (Cunnilingus), Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Reverse Spitroast Position, Foot Play

Family

A chill breeze whistled through the orchard, its sharp bite penetrating even my thick winter coat. I shivered, but did not let the cold distract me from my task. From where I stood on my stepladder, I peered through the boughs that surrounded me and looked off towards the horizon. As expected, I saw the sun being gently lowered downward, its warm light gradually fading as the day made way for night. The sky was streaked with brilliant orange, although I imagined it would not be long before that was replaced with a deep blue carpet dotted with silver stars. I knew I didn’t have much longer before I would be forced to call it a day and head back home. While I would have liked to have gotten more work done, I was certainly not unhappy about the prospect of heading back to the little old farmhouse and to the ones I knew awaited me there.

After breathing a contented sigh at the thought of it, I looked back up at branches of the tree I was currently exploring. While every other tree on our humble farm had shed their leafy coats months earlier, this tree had stubbornly refused to do so, clinging to its thick foliage in defiance of the passage of time. Even if this peculiar behavior hadn’t been enough to confound even the most seasoned farmers in my family, which it had been, the bizarre coloration of those remaining leaves would have done so easily. The leaves on that particular tree, rather than displaying the vibrant green one would expect of an apple tree, all displayed one of three colors: a warm, friendly orange, a fiery red, and straw yellow. I had asked before about the tree’s strange qualities, but even the princesses had little they could say for sure about the gift they had given my wives and I on our wedding night.

We had planted the seeds just as they had asked, doing so the very day after the ceremony. We had used our finest potting soil and our purest water to welcome the seeds to their new home: an earthenware pot that my father had given my mother on the last wedding anniversary they had spent together. Being knowledgable about such things, we hadn’t expected anything from the plant overnight, which is why we had been so surprised when we had seen the first hint of green amongst the brown the very next day. A week later, it had grown too big for the pot, so we had moved it to its current home: the secluded little clearing where my family and I had spent so much time getting to know each other better. A month later, the very first apples appeared on the branches alongside those autumnal leaves.

Every fruit that the tree bore was as beautifully red as the one that had been their forebear, and every one proved capable of making that same miraculous transformation we had witnessed on the day of our wedding. Those sweet, golden fruit had quickly become our favorite snack, and even though we magically received a new crop every few days, we had yet to grow tired of them. The princesses had tried to explain to me the intricacies of their hypotheses regarding the tree’s magical properties; unfortunately, my humble education had not included advanced magical theory. A less technical, although not significantly more helpful explanation they had given me had been that the magic of the fruit did not come from the tree, but from us.

I had not questioned how Princess Celestia and Princess Luna were able to activate the transformation when they bit into one of the fruits together, them being the most powerful spellcasters in the land. When I had told them this, however, they had seemed amused and had told me that the tree responded to a much different kind of magic than that sort produced by a unicorn’s horn. I hadn’t begun to riddle out their cryptic words until that fateful day Equestria had learned that their princesses thought of themselves as much more then just sisters. While their declaration of love had spread throughout the land, eliciting responses of all kinds from the populace, my family and I had received a message from them the very next day. The seed of the magical apple tree they had been unsuccessfully nurturing for many years had finally sprouted.

As I reached up and plucked one of the apples from a branch, I paused for a moment, looking down at the fruit in my hand. My family and I, recognizing the significance of the tree and its produce, had decided to keep it to ourselves rather than capitalize on it. We had not grown any other trees from its seeds, and we had not sold the fruit to anyone, sharing it only with our other family members and with our closest friends. As the apples had made their way around, we had seen a few more instances of their transformation, including from Mr. and Mrs. Cake, and from Rarity and Sweetie Belle. Given what I knew about them, I was not surprised to hear that they were able to activate its magic, even before they had decided to reveal their own love to the world.

I smiled, then carefully tossed the apple down into the basket sitting on the ground nearby. I cursed softly as my shot went just the slightest bit wide, the apple bouncing off the rim of the basket and falling onto the thin blanket of snow that covered the grass. I didn’t want to leave the precious fruit just sitting there, but at the same time, I didn’t want to have to climb all the way down my stepladder just to retrieve it. Sighing in frustrated laziness, I looked up at the nearby trees, scanning the underbrush.

“Winona!” I called out. “Come here, girl!”

I heard the sounds of heavy breathing and the crunch of snow under tiny paws from nearby. A few seconds later, a small border collie emerged from amongst the trees and gleefully ran out into the clearing, quickly reaching my tree. The little dog dutifully sat down and looked up at me expectantly, its hot breath forming visible clouds as it panted.

“Fetch!” I said firmly, pointing down at the fallen fruit.

Winona followed my finger and quickly zeroed in on the apple, rising to her feet and approaching it. She carefully took the stem between her teeth and lifted it, carrying it over to the basket as carefully as if it were an infant. She deposited the apple inside, where it came to rest amongst all the others I had already collected. Her task complete, Winona looked back up at me and barked happily.

“Good girl,” I chuckled.

Barring the one we had gotten from the princesses, I considered Winona to be my favorite of all the wedding gifts my family and I had received. While Applejack had been polite when Fluttershy had first brought the little puppy out to our farm, she had later expressed concerns over all the hassle that came with taking care of such a loud, rambunctious creature. I had very much enjoyed watching her and Winona grow closer over the past several months, so close in fact that Winona probably shared a closer bond with her than with any of the rest of us. Of course, Winona had been spending much more time out in the orchard with me recently, as Applejack had been forced to spend a lot more time indoors than she used to.

The thought of Applejack reminded me that I was on the clock, so I quickly returned to my final chore of the day. Thankfully, it didn’t take me much longer to finish collecting the few apples that still hung from the branches around me, each one of them eventually making their way into my basket. When I was finally satisfied with my work, I carefully climbed back down the ladder, stepping onto the cold, white ground once again. I quickly folded up the ladder, taking it under one arm while lifting my basket by the handle. Once my grip was secure, I began my walk out of the clearing and back home.

“C’mon, girl!” I said to Winona as I passed her. Winona yapped in reply and happily walked alongside me.

As I made my way through the bare, snow-covered trees, I couldn’t help but reflect on how beautiful the orchard looked. Despite having seen such sights countless times before, the way the orange light of the setting sun played off of the stark white still filled me with a feeling of warmth in the midst of that cold weather. It was almost as if it was reminding me that winter would not last forever and that the spring would soon be there, bringing with it the promise of new life and new beginnings. For my family, that was much more than just a promise.

The familiar red barn grew larger as I reached the edge of the barnyard and made my way over to it. It being winter, I had left the barn door closed to prevent any snow from blowing in. Because of this, I was a bit surprised to see the door ajar, open just wide enough for someone to slip inside. I quickly stepped up to the door and went inside, looking around for a clue as to what had opened it. My answer came in the form of Applejack, who I saw standing over by the large pile of firewood sitting in the corner with her back turned to me. I saw her reach out, grab a large log, and heft it up into her arms.

“Hey,” I said in a chastising tone as I set down my ladder and basket.

Applejack whipped her head around in surprise; while her expression quickly lost any traces of shock, it gained a notable hint of annoyance. “Oh, come on!” she said. “You won’t even let me do this?”

“Nope,” I said flatly as I walked over to her. With one hand, I snatched the log, which admittedly wasn’t that heavy, from her grasp, and with the other, reached around her middle and placed a hand on her big, round, swollen belly. “You’re carryin’ enough of a load as it is.”

I could still remember the day Applejack had found out that she was pregnant with our child. She had walked out of the bathroom, magical pregnancy test in hand, and before I could even ask her what it said, she had stepped up to me and pulled me into a crushing bear hug. When I had seen the result, I had returned her embrace, kissing her and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Her only reply had been a stream of soft, quiet tears and a slew of gentle kisses planted on my neck. We had spent the rest of the day cuddling together on her bed, as she had refused to let me out of her grasp for more than an instant. We had quietly stroked her belly together, letting our nuzzles and soft kisses speak for us.

“Sugarcube,” Applejack sighed, “I ain’t gonna hurt myself carryin’ a little ol’ log into the house.”

“Oh really?” I said as I moved my hand towards her armpit. “You really want to help me with the chores, do you?”

As I said this, I dug my fingers into the sensitive flesh of her underarm, gleefully tickling her. Applejack erupted into a fit of giggling and made a halfhearted attempt to push me away. As she squirmed, Winona approached us and attempted to help me by pawing at Applejack’s legs, barking happily all the while. I didn’t keep up my tickling for long, soon removing my fingers again and letting her breathe.

“I know you’re not that fragile, AJ,” I said, giving her a peck on her cheek. “It just...makes me feel better when I can do stuff like this for you. Just...humor me a little while longer...just until the baby’s here. Please?”

Applejack sighed, but flashed me a grin. “Alright, alright,” she said. “You carry it then.” Applejack slipped out of my grasp and slowly walked towards the door, playfully bumping her hips into me as she passed.

I chuckled, taking a moment to watch her walk away, one of my favorite pastimes. Pregnancy had been very good to Applejack, at least in my opinion. Her formerly wide hips had flared out even further, bumping them up from the “eye-catching” to the “jaw-dropping” category. Her impressive bust had swelled as her body had begun producing the thick, creamy milk of a mother. While she had tried her best to prevent it, she had also gained a notable amount of pregnancy weight, her thick thighs and her meaty butt cheeks growing softer and jigglier than ever before. Her tantalizing new form was squeezed into a winter sweater and a pair of sweat pants, having outgrown her old jeans months earlier. She still wore her favorite pair of leather boots and tied her hair back in a beautiful ponytail that swayed gently as she walked.

“Come on, now,” she said as she stepped through the door. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

Tearing my eyes away from her body, I quickly followed along behind her, snatching up my basket of apples and carrying it along with the firewood. I closed the barn door once I and Winona had stepped outside, then hustled to catch up to Applejack, who was nearing the front door of our home. We had soon opened the door and stepped inside, the warm, toasty air within wrapping around me like a blanket and melting away the chill that clung to my skin. Winona quickly trotted over to the rug that lay before the fireplace and lied down upon it, basking in the gentle warmth. I set down my burdens nearby as Applejack and I quickly removed our shoes and I shed my coat.

As we entered, a head with apple-red hair adorned with a reddish-pink hair bow peeked up over the back of the couch. Those orange eyes smirked at us, then disappeared as the head was lowered again. “He caught you, didn’t he?” said Apple Bloom.

“Yes,” Applejack groaned.

“I don’t know why you’re so worked up about this,” said Apple Bloom. “You’re gonna have a baby in a few weeks; get some rest while you can.”

“He’s already takin’ care of the whole dang orchard by himself,” said Applejack. “He doesn’t need any more work to do. Besides, I think you’re gettin’ enough rest for the both of us.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” said Apple Bloom.

“Oh, nothin’,” said Applejack. “You’re doin’ a great job keepin’ the couch warm for us.”

“Hey!” said Apple Bloom, pushing herself up to look over the back of the couch. “We ain’t all workaholics, you know. Some of us are actually tryin’ to enjoy bein’ preggers.”

By that point, I had finished disrobing and had carried the log of firewood over to the fireplace, carefully adding it to the dwindling blaze. As I stood and turned around again, I saw Apple Bloom sprawled out on the couch, her head resting on a fluffy pillow near one armrest while her bare feet rested on the opposite one. She was wearing a long skirt and a long-sleeve shirt with the image of a leafy sprout positioned over her own gravid belly. In her hands was a shopping catalog for baby clothes, which she quickly returned to reading as she settled back into her spot.

While Applejack had been self-conscious of every pound of weight her slowly expanding body had gained, Apple Bloom could not have been happier about her new physique. Her hips, like those of our big sister, had widened noticeably in preparation for the birth that awaited her. This, in combination with her protruding belly, had replaced her svelte, girlish figure with a distinctly pear-shaped one, bringing her more in line with Applejack and Buttercup. She had been thrilled as her thighs, her breasts, and her butt had all grown larger and plumper, seeing it as a sort of competition between her and Applejack to see who would become the biggest. While Apple Bloom had definitely made a lot of progress towards matching the curves Applejack had used to have, Applejack’s body had worked to maintain its lead, as much as Applejack might have preferred otherwise. While Applejack claimed not to care about such a “childish” contest, I had noticed that she always paid very close attention when Apple Bloom measured their baby bellies, expressing silent satisfaction if hers was even a fraction of an inch larger than her sister’s.

“I do enjoy bein’ pregnant!” said Applejack, blushing when she realized what she had said. “I mean...I don’t mind it none, but...I ain’t usin’ it as an excuse to be lazy.”

Apple Bloom scoffed, not even bothering to look up from her catalog. “It ain’t bein’ lazy,” she said. “It’s called takin’ care of yourself; you should try it sometime. Just come on over here, put your feet up, and relax like a good baby mama. Speakin of feet...”

Apple Bloom put down her catalog for a moment and looked up at me, flashing me the most sickeningly sweet smile she could muster. “Could you come give me a foot rub, big guy?” she said, batting her long eyelashes. “Pretty please? They’re achin’ so bad!” She raised her feet into the air, wiggling her toes for emphasis.

“Again?” I said, walking over and taking her ankles in my hands. “I just gave you one this afternoon.”

“I know, but...they just don’t like bein’ away from you for long,” she said, raising one foot higher and slowly caressing my cheek with it.

I sighed, knowing that it would be a losing battle to argue with her. “You are lucky...you’re...cute,” I said, punctuating my words with quick kisses on her silken soles.

“I’m lucky I got a hubby who’s so good with his hands,” she said, winking.

I chuckled, shaking my head in resignation. “Alright,” I said, “but after dinner though.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” she said, giving me one last grin before looking back at her catalog.

Apple Bloom had never hesitated to take advantage of my desire to spoil my pregnant wives, although I could hardly blame her. She loved all of the extra care and attention I had been giving her over the past several months, ever since the day she had first discovered her new status. She had rushed up to me and leaped into my arms, hugging me with all four limbs and excitedly babbling like a madman. It had taken me a moment to calm her down enough to get her to show me the pregnancy test, at which point I had joined her in her jubilation. So excited had she been that she had dragged me all around town that day, showing me off to her friends as she told them the good news. It was a bit embarrassing to have her so openly bragging about me having knocked her up, but seeing the huge smile on her face had been worth it.

I gave Apple Bloom’s feet one last kiss, then carefully lowered them back down onto the armrest. I turned to pick up my basket of apples, but saw Applejack already leaning down to do so. I quickly crossed the distance between us and took hold of the basket, lifting it and her back up. Before she could say anything, I leaned in and silenced her with a kiss, which she quickly returned. When we parted, she sighed and smiled, surrendering the heavily laden basket to me. She walked off towards the kitchen with me following, taking note of the prominent jiggles that accompanied her every step.

As we entered, the subtle smell of food that I had detected back in the living room grew stronger, immediately making my mouth water. As Applejack walked over to the oven and peered inside, I set down my basket out of the way and scanned the room. Granny Smith was sitting in her chair at the table, happily enjoying her pre-dinner nap. Over by the counter, I saw Buttercup standing with her back turned to me, busily mixing butter into a bowl of peas. I smiled at the sight of her, and quickly made my way over to her. As I stepped up behind her, I planted a quick spank on one of her huge, jiggly cheeks just hard enough to make an audible slap.

Buttercup gave a start as my flesh met hers, but smiled as she looked over her shoulder at me. “You naughty boy,” she said. “Don’t you know better than to spank a poor, defenseless woman’s behind?”

“Oh, you can’t fool me,” I said as I wrapped my arms around her middle and placed my hands on her big, swollen belly. “I know how much you love it.”

Compared to her daughters, Buttercup had not changed dramatically throughout the course of her pregnancy, although that was not entirely surprising, given that she had already been through the whole experience three times before. Her hips, having already been wide enough to give birth to a watermelon, did not expand noticeably, although she did do some growing in other areas. The decreased physical activity the three of them had been getting had put a fair amount of extra plump on her body, filling her out in all the right places. Her thighs and butt, which had already been huge enough to warrant adulation, had become so colossal as to be worthy of outright worship. Even her massive mammaries had swelled slightly as they began producing milk for the first time in over a decade. After many years of scholarly debate, it had finally become accepted doctrine that my mother was undeniably the curviest woman in town, perhaps even in all of Equestria. All of those curves were currently contained within a modest wool dress that she had gotten after outgrowing all of her other ones.

Of course, the curve of hers that I loved the most was definitely the curve of her big baby belly, which I tenderly caressed as I leaned in and kissed her. “Okay, you got me,” she said as we parted. “Now go wash up, sweetie. Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Yes, Mama,” I said, giving her a peck on her cheek before walking away.

Of my three wives, Buttercup had definitely handled her pregnancy with the most maturity and calm, for obvious reasons. That being said, she had been anything but calm the day she had first found out she was to be a mother again. For several long hours, she had done nothing but bawl her eyes out, drenching my shirt with her happy tears as she clung to me. I had held her close, stroking her and nuzzling her as I spoke calming words to her. I was more than willing to forgive her, the long-widowed woman who had thought she would never again know the joys of motherhood, for being so emotional about it.

As I washed my hands at the kitchen sink, Applejack opened the oven and removed a dish from it, setting it down on the counter. “Apple Bloom!” she called out. “Soup’s on!”

“Alright!” I heard Apple Bloom say.

As Apple Bloom slowly made her way into the kitchen, I helped Applejack and Buttercup carry the food over to the table. Apple Bloom filled Winona’s bowl with kibble; Winona eagerly approached, but dutifully sat down and waited for the rest of us. Granny Smith was gently roused from her nap as we sat down and joined us in saying grace. When we were done, the six of us, Winona included, enthusiastically dug into our food. With all the extra work I had been doing recently, my appetite had increased accordingly, with me eating enough for two people on some nights. Of course, my wives, the ones actually eating for two, had also expanded their already healthy appetites, their bellies seemingly having grown both literally and figuratively.

Their cooking was, as always, delicious, but the true delight of our family dinners was always the family part, not the dinner part. I could still remember a time not that long ago when that had not been the case, and I was incredibly grateful for how things had changed. Apple Bloom, who once shrunk from such family interaction whenever possible, now happily participated, telling everyone, especially me, about her most recent plans for motherhood. Applejack, who once might have fumed at the thought of our little sister getting pregnant, now touted her supposedly superior parenting plans, the banter between the two of them having become lovingly teasing rather than malicious. And then there was Buttercup, whose smiles and chuckles no longer felt like they were masking the hurt and weariness of an overworked, widowed mother. Even Granny Smith seemed to be in good spirits, the prospect of getting to hold her great-grandchildren in her arms one she couldn’t wait for.

Everyone had changed so much over the past year or so, and yet we were all still us too. Applejack was still Applejack, Apple Bloom was still Apple Bloom, Buttercup was Buttercup...and I was Anon. I had once wondered what that meant, wondered who and what I was to the people who called me family; I had driven myself mad longing for the answer to that question. Had I been their lover, kept from their arms solely by fear of my own feelings? Had I been their friend, grown distant over the years, but longing for a return to that happiness? Or had I just been their family, a son, a brother, and nothing more? The truth was, I had been all of those; I was all of those. The Apple family might have become a bit unconventional as of late, but a family we still were and always would be. Our little bushel was going strong, and I couldn’t wait for our new crop to come in and join us.

There really was nothing like a nice, hot shower after a long day of hard work. The way the water flowed down my body from head to foot, melting the accumulated weariness from my bones, was an experience unlike any other. Well, it was an experience unlike almost any other, but I had decided not to partake of Twilight’s magical aphrodisiacs any more. Admittedly, her little potion had made my wedding night one for the ages, but I couldn’t handle waking up half-dead every morning from sheer exhaustion. Besides, my wives and I had had to take things increasingly slow and gentle over the past few months, so it wouldn’t do for me to be sent into another wild breeding frenzy. Of course, they had all said that they wouldn’t mind me putting another bun in each of their ovens after the first batch were out...

A sudden throb from down below caught my attention, reminding me that I was not in there to fantasize. While standing under that soothing waterfall and tending to my friend downstairs might have been an enjoyable experience, my wives would never forgive me if I spent my seed someplace other than in them or on them. I needed to hurry up and get clean so that I could head into the bedroom and get dirty all over again. Even as I set about scrubbing the sweat and grime from my limbs, I could hear a trio of soft moans echoing into the bathroom, audible even over the roar of the water. The tantalizing sounds egged me on, and my hands moved quickly to complete their task.

If I had asked them, my sisters would have gladly joined me and helped me out, in more ways than one, but our mother had continued to forbid any non-bathing-related activities in the bathroom. She had noticed that such encounters tended to lead to unnecessarily long showers, and we did not have an unlimited supply of hot water out on the farm. Also, there was always the danger of a slip-and-fall accident if we got a bit too wild, a concern that had only intensified over the past months. She was right, of course; I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if one of my heavily pregnant wives got hurt just for the sake of a shower quickie. That being said, the four of us would take baths together every once in a while, snuggling together in the cozily small bathtub of the master bathroom.

Those thoughts of my wives’ warm, slippery bodies pressed up against mine ensured that I was plenty riled up by the time I finally turned off the water. As silence fell over the bathroom, I could hear the noises coming from the bedroom even more clearly, much to the delight of both me and my hardening member. Eager to join in the fun, I stepped out of the shower and grabbed my towel, drying myself off as quickly as I could. When I had achieved the minimum amount of dryness necessary, I haphazardly threw my towel back on the rack and made for the door, not even bothering to cover myself.

I opened the bathroom door and stepped out into Buttercup’s bedroom, where the loves of my life had already congregated. I still found myself thinking of the room as belonging to Buttercup from time to time, even with the all the changes in living arrangements we had made. Ever since our wedding, the four of us had spent every night together in that room, wrapped in each other’s arms. My sisters still had their own bedrooms for storage and for privacy, and they still used our old bathroom so as to minimize the queue for the master bath. I, on the other hand, had fully moved into the master bedroom, seeing as I had officially become the master of the house.

My old bedroom had not been abandoned, however, as we had repurposed it into something we would be needing very soon. The walls had been plastered with wallpaper decorated with images of sunny skies, friendly trees bearing delicious-looking fruit, and adorable little animals. Thick, soft carpet covered the floor, and three soft chairs suitable for hours of sitting had been added. Stuffed animals, colorful wooden blocks, and toys of many other kinds sat ready and waiting to be played with. Of course, the centerpiece of the room was undoubtedly the triple-wide apple wood crib and the mobile hanging from the ceiling above it.

Buttercup had had mixed feelings about replacing the bed she had shared with our father for so long with one big enough for three heavily pregnant women and their husband, but she had felt better about it when she had heard what we planned to do with the wood. That old bed would continue to provide our family with restful nights for at least one more generation, giving back to us all of the love we had put into it over the years. Of course, we had been putting quite a bit of love into our new bed as well, taking full advantage of its sturdy construction and squeak-free mattress. As I stepped into the bedroom, I saw that my wives were already busy christening the bed anew with their fluids.

I never got tired of the sight of my three gravid goddesses sprawled out on the bed, rubbing their bellies together as they teased one another with hands and mouths. Their pajamas and underclothes had already been tossed unceremoniously to the floor, leaving them all as naked as the day they were born. Buttercup was squeezed between my sisters, squirming and whimpering from their touch. Applejack was sharing a slow, passionate kiss with her while stroking her between her legs. At the same time, Apple Bloom had hefted one of Buttercup’s massive mammaries up to her mouth and was suckling on the creamy goodness that flowed from the thick, pink nub.

I slowly stepped up to the bed, taking a moment to pat Winona, who was lying in her little doggie bed nearby. Buttercup noticed me as I approached, breaking her kiss and looking over at me. “There he is,” she said, smiling.

Apple Bloom removed her lips from Buttercup’s flesh with a loud, wet pop, her milk-slathered lips stretching into a smile. “‘Bout time,” she said. “I was about to go in there and get you!”

“Sorry ‘bout that,” I said as I climbed onto the bed. “I just couldn’t stop thinkin’ about y’all.”

“Oh?” said Applejack, a sultry grin on her lips. “And what exactly were you thinkin’ about in there, partner?”

“I was thinkin’ about doin’ this,” I said.

Quick as a flash, I leaned in and took one of Applejack’s thick nipples in my mouth and began sucking and licking the perfect teat. I felt the first drops of milk on my tongue the instant I made contact, the thin trickle quickly increasing to a respectable stream as I continued to nurse. Applejack’s moans flowed as freely as her sweet nectar, and she soon had her hands on my head, holding me in place and caressing my hair. I eagerly swallowed down mouthful after mouthful of my sister’s creamy goodness, my wives’ milk having become my absolute favorite dessert. It was just so intoxicatingly thick and sweet, much more so than normal milk, and I could never get enough of it.

Luckily, each one of the six swollen milk factories on that bed was already producing a substantial quantity in preparation for the coming months. I could have gorged myself on their liquid gold until my stomach burst and there still would have been a significant amount left over. I had had my hands full helping them drain themselves morning, noon, and night, but thankfully, I had three other mouths to help me at that task. Just as I worked to drain Applejack, Apple Bloom gleefully finished off one of Buttercup’s breasts, an impressive feat all on its own. Not wanting her to have to handle our hyper-endowed mother all by herself, I soon traded places with her, lying down beside Buttercup and draining her other breast while Apple Bloom took care of Applejack’s untouched one.

Buttercup’s milk was just as delicious as her daughter’s, the experience made even more satisfying by the nostalgic feeling of her cradling my head against her bust. Buttercup’s moans joined Applejack’s in a beautiful duet as they were milked, the two of them enjoying it as much as I was. I felt Apple Bloom’s plumpened body pressed up against my back as we drank, my little sister rubbing her soft butt against mine and caressing my legs with hers. Her teasing only ensured that, as soon as I had finished off Buttercup, I rolled over and grabbed her, holding her down and gently grasping both of her own swollen breasts. I pressed them together, bringing her nipples close enough for me to open wide and take them both in my mouth at once.

Apple Bloom let out the most delightful squeak as her stiff nipples rubbed together, then graduated to full-on moaning as my tongue caressed the little nubs, coaxing out a steady stream of her own milk. I grasped each of her milk tanks and gently squeezed them, greedily guzzling down the spurts of warm goodness that she produced. Apple Bloom’s moans were muffled when Buttercup and Applejack pressed their lips to hers and lapped up the milk that was still slathered all over them. I drank my fill of my sister, which still left some over for them to polish off, then popped her still-leaking nipples out of my mouth and headed downward.

Applejack and Buttercup snuggled in close, pressing their bellies against Apple Bloom’s and letting them caress each other. With Apple Bloom’s breasts free, each of them reached down and lifted one of them upwards, taking one of her slick nipples in their mouths. Apple Bloom’s moans filled the room once again as our mother and big sister nursed from her, finishing off the last of her reserves. The three of them ran their hands over each other’s upper bodies, squeezing breast flesh and teasing unoccupied nipples wherever they could find them. Soon, all three of them were moaning together as they suckled from each other and shared sloppy, milky kisses.

While this was going on, I had lowered my face down to confront the three mountains of motherhood that were their baby bellies. With each one, I started at the base, slowly kissing my way up their curvature until I reached their protruding belly buttons, giving each of them a kiss of their own. I shamelessly rubbed my face and hands all over their soft, warm skin, planting gentle kisses on every inch of them. Despite the chorus of lewd noises my wives were producing, I could have sworn I heard a trio of soft heartbeats coming from those bellies, beating in time with mine. As much as their pregnancies had brought light to each of their lives, the knowledge that I would soon be a father three times over filled me with an incredible euphoria as well.

“Were these three well-behaved today?” I said, looking up at my wives.

The three of them broke the three-way kiss they were in the middle of, looking down at me and smiling. “They were perfect,” said Buttercup, reaching down and stroking her belly. “So sweet and gentle.”

“Speak for yourself,” said Applejack, rubbing her own belly. “I’ve been feelin’ kicks all day, and not just little love taps either.”

“Sounds like someone’s gonna be big and strong like their mama,” I said, giving Applejack’s belly a kiss.

“Hey, if we’re talkin’ big, I’m gonna be the one to watch,” said Apple Bloom, giving her belly a proud pat. “I swear, I feel like I’m carryin’ a fully loaded apple barrel around with me sometimes.”

“I’m still a quarter-inch bigger than you,” said Applejack playfully.

“Yeah, but I’m growin’ faster than you!” said Apple Bloom just as playfully. “I bet I’ll be as big as Buttercup by the time I’m done.”

“Now, girls,” said Buttercup, “it don’t matter who’s the biggest. All that matters is that you each love your little sprouts for who they are.”

“We know,” said Apple Bloom and Applejack together.

“That goes for you too, handsome,” said Buttercup, smiling down at me.

“You don’t gotta worry about me,” I said, giving each belly one more kiss. “I’ll make sure each one of them gets all the love they need.”

“I know you will,” said Buttercup.

“That bein’ said,” I said, “I gotta make sure their mamas get the love they need too.” I slowly lowered my head downward, intending to head between their legs and make good on my threat.

“Hang on, Mr. Man!” said Apple Bloom. “You still owe me that foot rub.”

As she said this, she raised her feet up and wrapped her silken soles around my throbbing shaft, giving me a few teasing pumps. The gentle wave of pleasure that passed through me made me shudder, and my plans were quickly forgotten. Even if I hadn’t promised, I didn’t dare ignore her; I had been on the receiving end of too many agonizingly slow footjobs to know that her dextrous feet would find satisfaction in their own way if I did not give it to them myself.

“Alright, alright,” I chuckled. “Anythin’ for my little Apple Bloom.”

“Hey, you don’t mind...doin’ me too, do you?” asked Applejack. “I’m achin’ more than a cowboy’s rump in a bull-ridin’ contest.”

“While you’re at it,” said Buttercup sheepishly, “I wouldn’t mind a little attention myself.”

I smiled up at them as I crawled backwards and knelt on the bed by their feet. “Sure thing,” I said. “Lemme give these little tootsies some love.”

Apple Bloom wasted no time in lifting her feet into the air and wriggling her toes in front of my face. I chuckled as I took one of her little feet in my hands and began running my fingers up and down its length. Apple Bloom let out a sigh of relief as my thumbs sank into her tender flesh and massaged her tired muscles and joints. Meanwhile, her other foot made its way between my legs and was giving me an expert massage of its own. Four other feet were soon deposited in my lap as well, where they busied themselves with either helping Apple Bloom tease my throbbing member or merely caressing my legs while they waited patiently for their turn. Up above, the three came back together in their kiss, their hands slowly making their way to each other’s most sensitive spots.

Over the previous months, I had given quite a lot of foot massages to each of them, and I liked to think that I had gotten fairly good at it. If the soft moans my touch typically provoked were anything to go by, the three of them seemed to enjoy the experience every time. Apple Bloom, for obvious reasons, enjoyed it on a much different level than the others did, especially when I threw in a few licks and nibbles in addition to my strokes. Buttercup, apparently, had often asked for such treatment from my father during her previous pregnancies, although she admitted that she hadn’t liked it as rough and deep back then as she did in the present. Applejack, too, had eventually come around and learned to love my sensual massages, especially when she realized they put her tender toes within tickling range of my fingers.

One by one, each one of those beautiful feet, and each cute little toe on those feet, got what was coming to them in exactly the way each of them wanted it. The soft moans echoing through the room were joined by pleasured grunts, giggles, and sweet nothings reflexively whispered by feminine lips. Their moans only increased in volume as their hands continued to tease each other’s breasts, caress each other’s bellies, and stroke each other’s plump lower lips. My own moans eventually joined theirs as I felt the continuous touch of soft feet on me from my tip all the way down to my balls. As a group, their extremities worked a bit awkwardly as they fought to get a place on my most sensitive spot, but that itself was extremely arousing in its own way.

The air grew thick with the invisible haze of our combined lust, growing thicker by the second. I watched them as they squirmed under each other’s touches and my own, just as they sent sultry glances my way as often as they could. I could feel my heartbeat quicken and my breaths grow heavier as I and my wives played our little game of chicken, each side waiting to see if the other would give in to their primal urges first. By the time the last little pinkie toe had been gently stretched out, however, I was in no mood to hold back any longer, and so immediately pounced on them. Judging by how enthusiastically they grabbed hold of me and pulled me into the snuggle pile, I imagined they were just as raring to go as I was.

After a brief bout of gentle wrestling, me being careful not to damage the precious cargo my wives carried, I ended up with my back pressed against the bed and three very horny pregnant women lying on top of me. Three sets of soft lips made their way to mine, drawing me into a passionate four-way kiss. Our arms wrapped around each other and our legs entwined, their freshly loosened feet caressing mine. My hands ran all over their bodies, stroking strong, smooth backs, jiggling plump thighs, and pinching juicy butt cheeks. Their hands, meanwhile, felt out my chest, slowly heading downward to finish the job their feet had started. I, on the other hand, had a bit more in mind for us that night.

“Hey,” I said, removing my tongue from our four-way duel. “Climb on top, you three.”

Apple Bloom got an amused look on her face. “You sure you’re up for that, big guy?” she said. “We’re all a lot heavier than we used to be.”

“What, you think I can’t handle three beautiful preggos ridin’ me at once?” I said confidently. “What sort of man do you take me for?”

“Alright, mister,” Applejack chuckled. “You asked for it!”

The three of them pushed themselves off of me, letting me get in the right position for what we were about to do. When I was comfortably lying on the bed with my arms at my sides, they converged on me once again, each of them taking their places on top of me. Buttercup straddled my hips, facing me, then rose up on her knees so that she could reach down and grasp my rock-hard shaft. Applejack knelt above my head, facing my feet, then slowly lowered herself downward, bringing that immense ass of hers closer and closer to my face. Apple Bloom got in between the two of them and straddled my torso, facing Buttercup. I made sure to keep my arms above her legs so that they would not be pinned down; I would need them soon.

Applejack was the first to settle in, her plump, juicy pussy coming to rest on my mouth and her huge cheeks smothering the rest of my face. As she slowly lowered herself, I felt her substantial body weight press down on me, pushing my head into the soft mattress beneath me. Admittedly, she had grown quite a bit since she had last ridden me, but I was not about to complain about having my sister’s perfect rear pressed against my face. The thick layer of soft, feminine flesh that coated her powerful muscles had only grown thicker with every passing month, as had the two tree trunks that passed for her thighs. With those plush pillows smooshing against me and her potent, feminine scent filling my nose, I eagerly parted my lips and began feasting on her tender flesh.

While I could not see Buttercup, I could feel her as she lifted my shaft up off of my stomach and angled it upward towards herself. A moment later, I felt the gentle touch of warm, wet flesh on my tip, even the meager pleasure of which was enough to make me moan into Applejack’s lips. That pleasure only increased as I felt a pair of plump lips swallow my head and I slid through the entrance to her tight passageway. I continued to moan as Buttercup speared herself on me, every inch sending me spiraling deeper and deeper into my lust. Buttercup, too, voiced her enjoyment, whimpering and softly moaning until the moment I had hilted inside of her. I felt my hips pressed into the mattress as her divinely voluptuous body came to rest on me, and I immediately began to fear for the safety of my pelvis.

Apple Bloom was the lightest of the three, although that wasn’t saying much, given the current state of the three of them. Her own plump posterior came to rest on my chest, and she made sure to give her hips a playful wiggle to get my attention. She didn’t need to worry about that, however, as I wrapped my arms around her legs as soon as she was settled. My hands slowly traveled up her soft thighs to the glistening honeypot that lay at the spot where they met. As soon as my fingertips made contact with her slick lips, I heard her let out a muffled squeak, audible even with the significant amount of padding covering my ears. As I carefully slid my fingers between her lips, past her delicate petals, and into the firm grasp of her inner walls, I heard a slew of adorable moans as well.

While my body was laboring under the weight of a few hundred pounds of woman, that did not deter me from the task that lay before me. The burning blaze of arousal originating in my loins quickly spread throughout my body and mind, spurring me into action. With instinctive timing, I began my assault on all three of my wives’ sexy, vulnerable bodies at once. My tongue forced its way into Applejack’s dripping pussy as my lips locked with hers, forcing itself as deep as it could go. Similarly, my fingers made their way into Apple Bloom, spreading her wide as they penetrated her deepest depths. With my feet planted on the bed, I made my best attempt at thrusting my hips upward, managing to bounce Buttercup up a bit before she came crashing back down again.

All three of them moaned together as my flesh rubbed against theirs, sending surges of pleasure coursing through all four of our bodies. Buttercup immediately began bouncing up and down on me in time with my thrusts, the two of us going slow and deep at first. Applejack gently ground her hips against my face, her body begging me to touch her most sensitive spots. Apple Bloom quivered as I explored her, grabbing my hand and forcing my fingers in deeper and deeper. It took a significant amount of coordination on my part, but before long, I was thrusting into each one of them in relative synchronicity, sending a rising tide of carnal pleasure their way with my tongue, my fingers, and my rock-hard shaft.

Of course, I was on the receiving end of my own share of intense pleasure, both of the physical and mental variety. Their hot, wet flesh squeezed my various appendages with tight, yet loving embraces, sending tingles shooting through my spine from bottom to top and from top to bottom at the same time. I used that energy they pumped into my body to fuel my own ministrations, gradually increasing the speed and force of each thrust I made into them. I still found a profound enjoyment in making my mother and sisters squeal and squirm, even after all the time we had been together. Despite making them cum their brains out almost every single night, seeing the three busty, curvy, needy women writhe and hearing them moan for more was emotionally fulfilling as both a man and as their loving husband.

The rhythmic clap of flesh-on-flesh filled the room as Buttercup’s bountiful hips slammed into mine again and again, no doubt sending the paradise of plump flesh hanging off the back of them jiggling like the tastiest gelatin desserts in the world. Before too long, Applejack was full-on humping my face as my tongue sought out and exploited all of the weak points I had discovered in my time with her. I felt Apple Bloom’s body rocking as well as I pumped her perfect pussy with one hand and gently teased her clit with the other. With my vision impaired by Applejack’s glorious cheeks, I could only imagine what the three of them were doing to one another up top. No doubt they had wrapped their arms around each other in an embrace, leaning in and exchanging sloppy kisses and nuzzles. Their hands would be traveling across the vast expanses of each other’s bodies, squeezing, caressing, and teasing every inch of soft, warm skin they came across.

What few words they managed to get out in the midst of our lovemaking were often unintelligible, either distorted by loud wails or muffled by each other’s mouths. Those I did make out were typically breathy invocations of each other’s names and mine, as well as pleas for the others to pleasure them harder, faster, or deeper. I didn’t even try to speak with my mouth full of moist, tender flesh, but my mind was swimming with their images and the sounds of their names. The mere thought of them was enough to stoke the fire in my belly and send a surge of strength to my muscles. My mind was slowly eroded by seemingly endless waves of love and lust, reducing me to a dumb beast whose sole purpose in life was to sate their every need.

I was as hopelessly addicted to them as they were to me, a fact they had demonstrated time and time again. Seeing the three strong, confident, intelligent women reduced to drooling, whimpering messes before me had never grown old. All the hours they had spent wrapped in my arms, pinned beneath me, or kneeling at my feet had only further cemented the physical bond we shared, a bond which ran as strong one way as it did the other. For every minute they had spent worshipping my throbbing manhood, I had spent another tending to even the smallest desires of their own flesh. It was as if we were wild animals, just a horny young stud and his three little broodmares enjoying each other in every way possible. I might have already fulfilled my role as their mate, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to give them my all every single time.

We continued to push ourselves to greater and greater heights with our bodies, savoring every single second that passed. Buttercup’s juicy body slammed down onto me at a rapid pace, each impact so forceful that I was surprised my hips weren’t pounded into dust. Applejack smothered me with her meaty cheeks again and again and again, the few gasps of air I was able to get scented with her sweat and her sex. Apple Bloom humped me like her life depended on it, holding my hands in place to ensure I would not leave her for even a moment. As for me, the mind-blowing ecstasy of Buttercup’s needy pussy using my tool for its intended purpose was almost matched by that of my sisters using the rest of my body to fulfill their own carnal desires. I moaned and grunted into Applejack’s depths, just as my wives filled their air with their assorted squeals, wails, and every other lewd noise imaginable. With no need to hold back, no need to delay any longer, the four of us sprinted towards our peaks, dragging the others along with us as we threw ourselves head-first at our shared climax.

Three final, climactic thrusts were made into three hot, wet, and willing women, my tongue, my fingers, and my throbbing member burying themselves within their respective pussies as deep as they could possibly go. An instant later, those three pussies each clamped down on the invader that had been lovingly savaging them for what felt like hours, holding on and not letting go. Three sets of childbearing hips bucked as the three baby mamas they belonged to were hit by the first waves of their much-desired orgasms. Three floods of liquid love spurted out onto my skin, my mates marking me as theirs, just as I had marked them countless times before. Three sultry, womanly voices grew high and shrill as three screams of ecstasy pierced the air, their three-part harmony the final straw that broke what little remained of my own resolve.

The sturdy dam that had once been my willpower finally cracked after being worn down by the rising tide of arousal it had tried in vain to hold back for so long. I could almost feel the energy of my body flowing like water away from my extremities, all of it concentrating in the one place that needed it the most. The pressure grew greater and greater, until inevitably it exploded out of me from the most convenient point of exit. I felt the tidal wave of hot liquid forced up my shaft like a rocket, spurting out of me in burst after incredible burst and flooding Buttercup’s deepest depths. The mighty moan that escaped my lips reverberated into Applejack’s flesh just as she filled my open mouth with a flood of her own liquid love, which I eagerly swallowed down. My muscles alternatively clenched and spasmed as each wave of pleasure hit, making my fingers wriggle and writhe against Apple Bloom’s most sensitive spots. While my body was busy, I allowed my mind to be swept away and consumed by the unstoppable flood of ecstasy pounding into it.

We writhed together for what felt like ages, riding out our shared pleasure together as husband and wives, as man and women, as brother, son, sisters, daughters, and mother. As we neared the end, each new wave came a little weaker than the last, until with one final burst of strength, we all eked out one last squirt, one last hurrah before giving in to our exhaustion and letting go. I felt my wives go limp, falling forward onto each other and clinging on to steady themselves. I, of course, laid where I was as my strength left me, letting the gentle warmth of my afterglow envelop me. I breathed heavily through the tiny windows Applejack’s body allowed me, the sent of sweat, sex, and love so thick in the air that I could almost taste it. I could hear their breathing as well and feel the gentle rise and fall of their ample chests.

Applejack was the first to haul herself off of me, her shaky legs having retained enough strength to lift her off of my face and throw her down onto the bed beside me. I gasped as my mouth was cleared, my breathing coming easier even before Apple Bloom followed suit and lifted herself off of my torso. She carefully rolled herself onto the bed beside me, squeezing in between me and Applejack. Buttercup, too, eventually raised her heavy hips up and off of me, pulling my tender shaft back out of her babymaker. We moaned softly as our sensitive flesh rubbed together, sending aftershocks through our bodies until the last inch of my length made its way out of her tight grip. Buttercup flopped down onto the bed opposite her daughters just as my spent member flopped down onto my stomach, taking his well-deserved rest.

“You...you still got it,” Apple Bloom said between heavy breaths.

I chuckled weakly. “I never lost it,” I said, turning my head and giving the petite foot laying next to my face a weak kiss.

It did not take long before we were strong enough to move again, and so slowly crawled our way up the bed and lied down in our proper places. I lay on my back with Applejack and Buttercup flanking me, lying on their sides with their heads resting on my shoulders. Apple Bloom lied down on top of me, facing upwards, and rested her head just below mine. Working together, we managed to get the blankets up and over our bodies, the thick fabric trapping our body heat in our little huddle. When we heard a soft whimper, we all looked over to the side of the bed and saw Winona peeking her little head up at us, looking at us expectantly.

“Oh, alright, Winona,” said Applejack with a smile. “You too.”

Applejack reached over and helped Winona scramble up onto the bed with the rest of us. Winona carefully made her way to each of us, giving us each a quick lick before heading down the bed. She walked in a circle around the spot beneath our feet before lying down, settling in with her back resting against us. We all chuckled at her while Buttercup reached over and switched off the bedside lamp, leaving the room illuminated solely by a meager amount of moonlight sneaking in through the curtains. As she came back together with us, we all wrapped our arms around each other, entwined our legs, and nuzzled our faces together.

“Goodnight, y’all,” said Applejack softly, planting gentle kisses wherever she could reach.

“Goodnight, sweeties,” said Buttercup, distributing her own kisses. “Pleasant dreams.”

“Goodnight,” said Apple Bloom. “See you in the mornin’.” She turned her head around and gave us each a kiss in turn.

“Goodnight, you three,” I said, planting a gentle kiss on each one of their pretty little heads. “Here’s to tomorrow.”

Tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. I wanted every day of the rest of our lives to be as happy, as loving, as perfect as we were in that moment, holding each other as we drifted off to sleep. I didn’t know where the future would take my family and I, but as long as I got to hold them, to love them, to feel their warmth and hear their heartbeats, and the heartbeats of the little ones who would be joining us soon, I didn’t care about anything else.

“Betcha can’t catch me!” cried a young girl with long, straw-yellow hair, freckles, and deep green eyes. She wore a pair of jeans with large patches and a worn, orange t-shirt. She was not yet fully grown, appearing to be around that age when a girl’s body begins to change to that of a woman. The girl ran up the picturesque green hill, weaving through the tall apple trees around her, occasionally glancing back at those behind her.

“Just you wait, AJ!” called a young boy with scruffy hair and rough clothes. “You ain’t gettin’ away from me!” The boy looked to be a few years younger than the girl, although that did not seem to deter him from chasing after her. His little legs carried him fast, the boy expertly ducking and weaving through the trees in pursuit of his quarry.

“Hey!” cried a little girl with long red hair adorned with a pretty, pinkish-red hair bow. “Hey, wait for me!” This girl was even younger than the boy, looking to be around the age at which children first begin their schooling. She wore a pair of dirty overalls and a bright yellow shirt; her feet were bare. The little redhead was visibly struggling as she chased after the two before her, her little feet carrying her as fast as they could up the hill.

“Sweeties! Be careful!” called out a very curvy woman with a mass of thick orange curls sprouting from her head. “Don’t trip on anythin’!” She wore a bright orange sundress with white polka dots that did its best to contain her generous endowments. The woman followed after the three children at a measured, if not leisurely pace, an expression of mild concern on her face.

“Oh, let ‘em have their fun,” said a deep, masculine voice as strong as the sturdiest tree, but as friendly as the twang of a banjo. The voice belonged to a tall, muscular man dressed in shabby overalls and a dirty yellow shirt. His facial features were as strong as his thick arms, but that smattering of freckles and humble smile could have put anyone who looked upon him at ease. The locks of bright red hair that sprouted from his head were covered by an old, worn cowboy hat. The man followed along just behind the woman, chuckling softly.

As the blonde girl reached the crest of the hill, she stopped running and looked out over the sea of green that surrounded it for acres in every direction. She turned back around just in time for the boy to slam into her, tackling her down onto the soft grass beneath them.

“Why you little...” chuckled the girl as the two of them engaged in a playful wrestling match. The girl probably could have overpowered the boy if she had wanted to, but neither of them really cared about winning in that moment.

“Here I come!” cried the little redheaded girl as she sprinted towards the others, leaping onto them as soon as she was close enough. The girl’s little body threw the others off their balance, sending all three of them tumbling into a dogpile on the ground. The three giggled and taunted one another as they writhed, taking turns gently pinning each other before rolling over and allowing themselves to be pinned in turn.

“Applejack! Anon! Apple Bloom!” called the woman as her strong legs finally carried her to the top of the hill. “You three better be careful!” When the children did not visibly acknowledge her, she turned to the man, who was walking up beside her. “Bright, go break ‘em up! I don’t anyone goin’ home with a black eye.”

The man rolled his eyes internally, but moved to do as she asked. “Alright, Buttercup,” he said, “I’ll handle this.” He casually strolled over to where the three children were wrestling, taking a knee beside them. “Alright, you three, that’s enough now,” he said in a tone of mock-authoritarianism.

The three squirming children paused their bout for a moment, looking up at the man. At first, it seemed as if they might obey him, until the boy shouted out, “Get him!” The children pounced on the man like three wild tigers, sending him toppling back onto the grass.

While the powerful man could have easily resisted the three preteens, he merely lied back and laughed as they grabbed him, tickled him, and playfully pounded on his broad chest. “Okay!” he said. “Okay, I surrender!” The three children collapsed down on top of the man, all four of them breathing heavily.

The man looked up at the woman as she stepped up beside the pile, giving him a questioning look. “What?” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “They overpowered me.”

An awkward silence passed, broken when the woman’s mouth stretched into a smile, accompanied by a hearty chuckle. The man chuckled as well, reaching up and grabbing the woman’s wrist. He gently pulled her down onto the grass beside him, then threw his arms around all four of them, pulling them into a loving embrace. The woman joined him, hugging the children between her soft, plush chest and his firm, hard one. The children giggled alongside them, nuzzling their faces against the shoulders of the two adults. The man and the woman leaned down and planted gentle kisses on the foreheads of the children as they all snuggled together.

As the boy looked between the man and the woman, something caught his eye over by the nearby trees. Peering out from behind one of the trunks was the figure of a woman, a tall, elegant woman as pale as the full moon. A fine gown clung to her slender frame, and a black tiara adorned her long blue hair that seemed to flow in a breeze that wasn’t there. The woman looked at the boy and gave him a warm smile.

The boy looked at her for a moment, then smiled back at her. He quickly looked back to the others, to the two girls, the man, and the woman. He hugged the girls close to himself, just as the man and woman hugged the three of them close to themselves. The five of them held each other in their arms and they held each other in their hearts, in that moment and in every moment that would ever follow.