Author's Note

Chapter contains: Human/Humanized, Incest, Unrealistic Anatomy, Anal Sex, Doggystyle Position

Lust

“When I realized what had happened, I simply couldn’t believe it,” said Rarity in a dramatic tone. “I mean, how in Equestria could they have confused lime green with chartreuse? They’re completely different!” Rarity picked up the cup of tea sitting on the kitchen table before her and sipped it in a ladylike, yet clearly agitated manner.

“Uh, yeah...completely different,” said Applejack hesitantly.

Rarity set down her cup and looked at Applejack, who was sitting across the table from her. “I attempted to explain the situation to the deliveryman,” she said, trying to stay calm. “He informed me that he would re-do the order, but that it could take up to six-to-eight weeks for the correct shipment to arrive from Canterlot.” She sighed and rubbed her temples. “I shan’t be ordering from them again, make no mistake.”

“I’m awful sorry that happened to you,” said Applejack.

Rarity lowered her hands and looked back up at Applejack, her expression softening. “Do forgive me,” she said in a much calmer tone. “I know you didn’t come all the way here just to listen to me ramble about my work troubles.”

“Hey, it’s alright,” said Applejack, smiling comfortingly. “It’s my fault for interuptin’ you in the middle of the workday.”

“Oh, don’t be silly,” said Rarity, smiling and waving dismissively at her. “I always have time to share a cup of tea with my best friend. Speaking of which, is there anything else I can get you? Teacakes? Scones? I could even put together some finger sandwiches quickly if you’d like.”

“No, no, that’s alright,” said Applejack. “I’m not that hungry.”

“Very well,” said Rarity, “but don’t be afraid to speak up if you change your mind.” She and Applejack picked up their teacups and raised them to their respective lips. Applejack took a large gulp, the liquid warming her from the inside as it slid down her throat. Additionally, the tea helped to calm her, as she had been feeling slightly nervous ever since she had arrived at the boutique.

Rarity set down her tea and breathed a relaxed sigh. “Now,” she said calmly, smiling warmly, “why don’t you tell me what you need my help with? I’m all ears.”

Applejack carefully set down her teacup, gulping loudly. “Well...” she began, her words coming to her slowly. “There’s somethin’ I...need you to help me get.”

“What sort of thing?” said Rarity in a curious tone.

“It’s um...” said Applejack, her eyes lowering and her cheeks reddening. “I-I need you to help me get some...underwear.”

“Underwear?” said Rarity, her brows furrowing. “I don’t mean to be rude, but...why do you need me to help you with that? I thought you told me you normally wear your mother’s hand-me-downs?”

“I do, but...” Applejack continued, “I want...somethin’ else.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I want some of that...fancy...underwear.” Applejack blushed intensely as she said this, her voice quiet and shaky.

Rarity had a look of profound confusion on her face as she tried to process Applejack’s visible nervousness and her strange request. “Fancy underw...?” she said slowly, trailing off as she realized what Applejack was asking. Her eyes went wide, her puzzled expression replaced by one of surprise. “Oh.” Slowly, her lips stretched into a soft smile and her gaze softened, her eyes appearing comforting and sympathetic.

“Oh, Applejack, is that all?” Rarity said, chuckling softly. “Oh, of course I’ll help you.” Rarity leaned forward and took Applejack’s hands in her own, squeezing them gently. “And you shouldn’t be afraid to talk to me about this sort of thing. There’s no shame whatsoever in a woman wanting to look her best, whether she be out on the town or...in private. Especially not for a beautiful woman like you.” Rarity put a hand under Applejack’s chin and gently raised her head, forcing Applejack to look her in the eye.

As their eyes met, a small smile spread across Applejack’s face. “Thanks, Rarity,” she said.

“Now,” said Rarity, lowering her hand, “why don’t you tell me what sort of lingerie you’re looking for? While I do have some pieces in stock, my selection is a bit limited. If I don’t have what you want on hand, then I’m sure I could put something together for you, my treat. So tell me, would you prefer something risqué, or something a bit more conservative? Would you prefer silk or lace? Are you looking for a two-piece, or would you like something a bit more elaborate? Oh, and we’ll need to decide on a color as well! I wonder what would look best with your complexion? Perhaps red...or maybe something a bit cooler...”

Applejack struggled to keep up as Rarity began going off on one of her fashion monologues. “Uh...I’m not sure, Rarity,” she said. “I don’t know the first thing about this sorta stuff. I don’t know what I should get, and I don’t know what he would like.” A split second after the words had left her lips, Applejack realized what she had let slip. Her mouth snapped shut, her eyes went wide, and her cheeks, which had lightened a bit, turned deep red once again.

Rarity’s train of thought derailed as Applejack’s words reached her ears. Her lips pulled back into a sly grin, and she gave Applejack a knowing look. “Oh?” she said, chuckling softly. “Oh, Applejack, I didn’t realize this was for...someone special.”

“Well, no! I mean...um...” sputtered Applejack. “It’s not for...” She sighed heavily and hung her head, realizing she’d been found out. “Yeah.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, darling,” said Rarity, reaching out and putting a hand on Applejack’s cheek. “I don’t mean to tease you. I’m just happy you’ve finally found someone to love, that’s all.” Applejack looked back up at her, her expression softening. “So...who is it? Who’s the lucky man who gets to have you on his arm?”

“I...” said Applejack, looking away again, “I can’t tell you.”

“Why ever not?” said Rarity, her tone inquisitive, but not aggressive.

“I-I just can’t, alright?” said Applejack.

Rarity squeezed Applejack’s hands softly and sighed. “I don’t mean to pry,” she said softly. “If you really don’t feel comfortable telling me, then...that’s alright. But, Applejack, we’re friends; you can trust me. If you’re worried what I might think, then I can promise you I won’t think less of you, no matter what. All I really want to know is if whoever you’ve found will be good to you. I care about you, and...I just want to make sure your special somebody cares about you as much as I do.”

Applejack looked up into the eyes of the woman she had been friends with since childhood. Rarity’s sympathetic gaze wore away her resolve, and her defenses dropped. A smile slowly appeared on her face, and she realized that she was being way too cautious around one of the most trusted people in her life. “Rarity...” she began, “if I tell you...than you have to promise not to tell anybody else.”

“Well, of course,” said Rarity. “You have my word.”

“I’m serious,” said Applejack sternly. “You cannot tell another livin’ soul, not even our friends. You hear?”

Rarity smiled softly. “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye,” she recited slowly, performing the traditional gestures that went along with the pledge.

On a conscious level, Applejack felt reassured, yet her nervousness remained. She took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. “Okay,” she said quietly. “It’s...Anon.” She felt a strange feeling come over her as the words left her lips. She felt exhilarated, despite her trepidation. For some reason, confessing her love to Rarity felt much different to her than when she told Anon himself. It was almost as if telling someone else made her love more official somehow.

Rarity’s eyes widened and her mouth hung open slightly. “Anon?” said Rarity softly, despite her obvious shock. A long moment of silence passed between them as they both looked down at the table before them. Rarity closed her eyes and pursed her lips, clearly deep in thought. Suddenly, her expression softened, and her lips stretched into a gentle smile. “So it is true then.”

Rarity’s comment caught Applejack off guard, and she quickly looked back up at her. “You...you knew?” she said, her tone as shocked as Rarity’s had been moments earlier. “How?”

Rarity looked back up at Applejack, giving her a calming look. “I didn’t really know,” she said. “I merely...suspected. I’ve seen the way he’s looked at you through the years. I’ve always thought it was just childish admiration, with perhaps a bit of boyish curiosity mixed in as well. But then I noticed how you’ve been looking at him recently. And when I went out with him that day...he gave me quite a lot of hints.”

“What did he tell you?” said Applejack, a touch of anger in her voice.

“He didn’t tell me a thing,” said Rarity, “at least, not intentionally. I got him to talk about women, and he certainly seemed to know what he wanted. In fact, it seemed to me as if he knew exactly the woman he wanted to be with. He spoke so highly of her...so passionately. I could tell he was trying to hide something, but...your brother isn’t the most deceptive individual. Neither are you.”

Applejack’s gaze dropped, and her cheeks reddened slightly. “Were we...that obvious?” she said sheepishly.

“Maybe not to everyone, but...” Rarity said, “I make it a point to pay attention to these sorts of things. Besides, I know you. I know both of you, in fact. It wasn’t that hard for me to read between the lines.”

Another long pause, and then Applejack spoke again. “So...” she said, “now that you know...what do you think?”

Rarity gently stroked Applejack’s hands as she held them. “Applejack,” she said calmly, “you’re my friend. I want you to be happy, and I want you to be loved. I have no doubt in my mind that Anon loves you, both as a sister and, as far as I can tell, a woman. And I think you love him quite a bit too. I think you two will make a lovely couple, and...I wish you the best.”

Applejack felt as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She breathed a gentle sigh, and a soft smile appeared on her face. “Thank you, Rarity,” she said, softly. “Thank you for...acceptin’ us.”

“Well...” said Rarity, her gaze dropping and her cheeks reddening, “it would be a bit...hypocritical of me to criticize you for being...intimate with your sibling.”

An awkward silence filled the room for a moment. Applejack’s smile faded and her eyes widened as she realized what Rarity had said. “R-Rarity?” Applejack said. “A-Are you sayin’...?”

“Sweetie Belle has been...very curious about girls recently,” Rarity said calmly. “When she came to me and told me about her feelings, I tried to help her deal with them in a mature manner. One thing led to another and...well...let’s just say that she’s been sleeping over here much more often than she used to.” Rarity looked back up at Applejack, a nervous smile on her lips.

Applejack sat there, absolutely flabbergasted. “I...I can’t believe it,” she managed to get out. “You...and Sweetie Belle.”

Rarity chuckled softly at her reaction. “Don’t misunderstand me,” she said. “Our relationship has never gone...beyond the bedroom. All we’ve ever done is...scratch each other’s itches, so to speak. I love her...but not that way, not the way you love Anon. I’m still looking for someone to be my special somebody. That’s why when you let me spend some time with your brother...I took it a bit more seriously than I should have.” Rarity’s smile faded, and she looked away again.

Applejack’s shocked expression changed to one of guilt, the memories of her actions that day leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. “I’m sorry I...roped you into that,” she said.

Rarity’s smile returned, and she chuckled softly. “Anon is a fine man,” she said, looking back up at Applejack. “I admit, I would have liked to have gotten to know him a bit better. But if I’m losing him to you...then I think I can live with that. I would never let a man upset our friendship, no matter who he was. I’m just happy he’ll get to be with someone he loves. You both will.”

“Thank you,” said Applejack, her expression softening. “Thank you for bein’ my friend. I promise I...I won’t tell anyone about...you and your sister.”

“It is I that should be thanking you,” said Rarity. “You’ve always been a good friend to me. I know you’ll always have my best interests at heart.” The two smiled at each other silently for a moment, holding each other’s hands tightly and reveling in their bond, now cemented by the sharing of such intimate secrets. “Now,” said Rarity, “why don’t we head upstairs and get you something to wear?” She rose from her seat, walking over to Applejack and gently pulling her onto her feet.

Applejack gulped. “Alrighty then,” she said, trying to hide her nervousness.

Rarity took Applejack’s hand and led her out of her kitchen and up the stairs towards her workroom. “Don’t worry, darling,” she said, giving Applejack a mischievous grin. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be so gorgeous that Anon won’t be able to keep his hands off of you.”

The small clinks of silverware and the soft crunching sounds of chewing filled the kitchen as my family and I ate our dinner. We were arranged as we always were, with Applejack to my left, Granny Smith across the table from her, Apple Bloom across from me, and Buttercup at the end of the table to my right. Apple Bloom was wearing a denim skirt and red t-shirt that, while flatteringly tight, covered enough of her skin that Applejack could not complain. Small golden earrings hung from her earlobes, and a reasonable amount of makeup covered her face. Buttercup wore a loose white dress with red polka dots which struggled to contain her extremely generous curves.

“So,” said Buttercup, swallowing and setting down her fork, “you know the drill: lock the door and don’t open it for strangers. If anything happens, just wake Granny.”

“Yes, Mom,” said Applejack and I together.

“I shouldn’t be back too late, unless, of course, Cookie Crumbles decides to break out the cider...again,” said Buttercup with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

I swallowed the mouthful of peas I had been chewing. “What book are y’all talkin’ about this time?” I said.

Buttercup perked up at my apparent interest. “The girls and I read a wonderful little romance novel: Passion Amongst the Pearls,” said Buttercup with a smile. “It’s about a young socialite from Manehattan who falls in love with a poor pearl diver from Pintada Bay. Even though they’re from two different worlds, they realize they were made for each other and decide to spend their lives together. In the end, they get married and live happily ever after.”

Judging from her expression, Buttercup must have thoroughly enjoyed her book. Apple Bloom, however, was not as impressed. “Ain’t that one of those dirty books with a cliche romance plot thrown in just to it can pass as a real story?” said Apple Bloom, raising an eyebrow.

Buttercup’s dreamy expression melted away and she glared at Apple Bloom. “Young lady, don’t talk about things like that at the dinner table!” she said sternly. “Besides, it is not one of those kind of books; it’s a well-written character drama with an emphasis on romantic love. It may have some...intimate moments...but it’s a respectable work of literature.” She blushed slightly as she said this. “Honestly, what sort of woman do you take me for?” She picked up her fork and resumed eating, clearly not wanting to hear any further comments. The look on Apple Bloom’s face said something along the lines of “a lonely, middle-aged woman who hasn’t had a man in her bedroom in years”, but thankfully, she did not vocalize this thought.

We all resumed eating, nobody wanting to try speaking through the awkwardness that hung over the room. A few moments later, I felt something soft and warm touch the top of my foot. As the unknown object began to gently caress me, I realized that it was a foot, the size, shape, and tenderness of which I was intimately familiar with. I managed to keep myself from visibly reacting, continuing to eat as if nothing was out of the ordinary. I hung my head, quickly glancing to my left out of the corner of my eye.

Applejack was still eating her dinner, her head hung low similarly to mine. I did, however, see her steal a quick glance at me, and saw a barely perceptible grin appear on her lips. A similarly covert smile appeared on my own face, and I looked back at my plate. Applejack and I slowly moved our legs together, using the long tablecloth to conceal what we were doing. We softly rubbed our legs together as I raised my foot and stroked her in return. We continued playing footsie for a while, massaging each other with our sock-covered toes.

While this was going on, I happened to glance up at Apple Bloom, who was giving me a look that made me freeze. She was staring directly at me, her bright orange eyes seeming to look directly into my soul. Her expression was not overtly angry, but there was undeniably something malicious about it. I immediately stopped moving my foot, my panicked mind thinking that she had somehow managed to see through the wooden table and witness what we were doing. After a moment that felt much longer than it probably was, Apple Bloom’s eyes dropped, freeing me from her intense gaze.

I resumed slowly chewing my food, swallowing it down my now-dry throat. I pulled my leg back in front of me and away from Applejack. She must have figured that I had grown tired of playing with her, as she made no further attempt to pull me into anything. The rest of dinner proceeded without incident, and soon, we had cleared our plates.

“Welp, I’m off to bed now young’uns,” said Granny Smith as she rose from the table. “You have fun at your book meetin’ now, Buttercup! And you have fun at your shindig, Apple Bloom!” As she said this, she reached over and ruffled Apple Bloom’s hair, oblivious to her visible annoyance.

“Goodnight, Granny,” the rest of us said with varying degrees of enthusiasm.

The remaining four of us quickly cleared the table and gathered the dirty dishes at the sink, where Applejack and I set about washing them. Apple Bloom quickly left the kitchen and headed to the front door, clearly eager to depart.

“Hey! You be back before midnight, you hear?” Buttercup called out to her. “If I have to walk all the way to the Riches’ to get you, I ain’t gonna be happy!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll be back before midnight,” said Apple Bloom, audibly annoyed. “And don’t you dare show up at Diamond Tiara’s house!” Moments later, she had finished donning her shoes and her jacket and departed the house, closing the door loudly behind her.

Buttercup sighed and shook her head. She then looked over at Applejack and I, and a smile returned to her lips. “You kids look after each other till I get back now,” she said, walking over and giving each of us a quick peck on the cheek.

“Don’t worry; we will,” said Applejack.

“Have a good time, Mom,” I said.

“Goodbye, sweeties,” Buttercup said, wrapping her arms around our shoulders and hugging us from behind, her massive breasts pressing up against our backs.

“Bye, Mom,” said Applejack and I together.

Buttercup left the kitchen and headed towards the entryway, where she put on her own shoes and coat and gathered her belongings. We heard the front door slowly open and then close again, the sound of Buttercup’s footsteps quickly fading away. As the seconds ticked by, Applejack and I began stealing quick glances at each other, smiles slowly creeping onto our faces. She lightly bumped me with her hips, to which I responded in kind. One thing led to another, and before long, we had our tongues in each other’s mouths, the dirty dishes momentarily forgotten.

When our passionate make-out session came to a close, we pulled back, staring into each other’s eyes with lustful gazes. A mischievous grin appeared on her lips, and her eyes narrowed. “I’m gonna go hop in the shower,” she said softly, drying her wet hands off with a nearby towel. She turned and slowly walked out of the kitchen, swaying her hips seductively as she went. Right as she reached the doorway leading to the family room, she stopped, looking over her shoulder and giving me a teasing grin. “Don’t take too long.” She turned and continued walking, her gorgeous backside quickly leaving my field of view.

What happened next was a feat of dishwashing so quick that it probably could have won nationwide competitions, if such things actually existed. My hands seemed to move on their own, washing, rinsing, and stacking at a speed that would have worried me if my mind had not been occupied with other thoughts. In no time at all, all the dishes had been neatly stacked on the drying rack and the kitchen was spotless. I quickly left the room, turning off the downstairs lights and locking the front door before making my way upstairs.

As I reached the second floor and slowly advanced towards the bathroom, I heard the sound of running water emanating from the cracked-open door. I reached out and grasped the door handle, but stopped, chuckling softly. I took a moment to reflect on how much my life had changed since the last time I had stood outside that door with Applejack inside. While it had only been a few short months since that fateful night, to me, it felt like years had passed. Applejack had gone from being my beloved sister to being my lover, and as close a lover as one could really be. And me? I had gone from standing in the shadows, watching from afar and hiding my feelings to charging forward in pursuit what I wanted most, no matter what it took. Grinning widely, I pushed open the door and stepped inside.

The air inside the small bathroom was already warm and steamy, the mirror on the wall coated with fog. On the ground was scattered Applejack’s clothing: her shirt, her jeans, her socks, and her pure white underwear. Through the translucent plastic shower curtain, I could see the faint outline of her body as she moved about, her curves no less arousing for being partially concealed. The sound of her sweet voice echoed throughout the room as she hummed a simple tune, as if there was nothing at all wrong with what was going on. I pushed the door closed behind me and began removing my clothes, tossing them on top of Applejack’s.

When my last bit of clothing had been thrown to the floor, I approached the shower, slowly drew back the curtain, and stepped inside. Applejack stood before me, the shower head sending a waterfall cascading down on her head and shoulders. I stared transfixed as streams of water flowed down her shoulders, across her strong, smooth back, over the twin globes of her butt, down her long, thick legs, and finally down to the floor. I closed the shower curtain behind me and carefully stepped closer to her, wrapping my arms around her stomach and pulling her into me. She placed her hands on mine as I leaned over her shoulder, nuzzling her face. We melted into each other as the hot water washed the sweat, dirt, and certain other things from our tired bodies.

I began licking and kissing her neck and cheek; Applejack slowly turned her head towards me and pressed her lips up against mine. Our tongues snaked between our lips and met between us, playfully wrestling for dominance. Meanwhile, my hands slowly moved upwards until they made contact with the undersides of her breasts. I cupped the massive teardrops, hefting them up and down and lightly squeezing them. She moaned softly into my mouth as I did this, especially when my hands began to wander, traveling over every inch of their surface area. I placed my hands at their centers, lightly smooshing them together while playing with her nipples.

After doing this for a while, one of my hands slunk back down her stomach, leaving its counterpart behind to continue teasing her breasts. When it reached the spot between her legs, I began stroking her plump lower lips, eliciting even more intense moaning. “Wait,” said Applejack, breaking our kiss. I momentarily paused my ministrations, confused by her request. “Save it for the bedroom.”

“Aw, come on,” I said, smiling at her. “We got a good few hours before they get back. We got time to play around a little.”

“I know,” she said, “but I got a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” I said.

“Yeah,” she said, smiling devilishly at me. “And I want you to have all your strength when I give it to you.”

I chuckled softly. “Alright, you little apple dumpling,” I said. “I’ll play along.”

“Good,” she said. “Now help me wash my back.”

To my credit, I managed to restrain myself from any more heavy petting, for the most part. I did sneak in a few squeezes and gentle pinches as we helped each other scrub our bodies, but then again, so did she. I took extra care when washing her sensitive areas, but even the gentle touch of the loofah on her womanhood had an audible effect. She spent a significant amount of time making sure my precious cargo was squeaky clean, which I was willing to put up with, given what I would be using it for later on. Eventually, we finished washing the last few spots on each other’s bodies and turned the water off.

Before the warmth of the shower wore off, I grabbed a towel hanging on the nearby towel rack and began drying us off. I gently rubbed the soft, fluffy towel across her skin, occasionally planting quick kisses on the spots I had just dried. Again, I was extra careful when touching her breasts and her lower lips, but I did make a concerted effort to get to every inch of her eventually. Applejack gave me a similar treatment, making sure to dry even my most private areas, while being gentle with my semi-hard member. Before long, we were about as dry as we could get ourselves with just towels.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and gathered up my clothes while Applejack worked on combing out her long hair. “I’ll need a little while to get ready,” she said as she examined herself in the mirror. “Come to my room in fifteen minutes, and not a second before, you hear?”

“Alright, alright,” I said, smiling and giving her a peck on the cheek. “See you soon.”

I exited the bathroom and headed across the hall to my bedroom, closing the door behind me. I didn’t bother putting on anything more than a clean pair of underwear, knowing that anything I put on would probably be pulled off again very shortly. I threw myself down on my bed, the cool bedding feeling soothing on my warm, damp skin. Using the clock on my bedside table as a reference, I counted out fifteen minutes, the time seeming to go by painstakingly slow. As I waited, my mind wandered, and I began imagining just what sort of surprise Applejack had in store for me. When the appointed time finally arrived, both I and Anon Jr. were raring to go. I swiftly rose from my bed, exited my bedroom, and walked over to Applejack’s bedroom.

As I stood before the door, I heard the sounds of movement and quiet muttering inside. Tentatively, I raised my hand and lightly knocked. I immediately heard the sound of a soft thud, followed by an exclamation of pain and a whispered curse. “Just...just a second!” Applejack called out.

“Are you alright, AJ?” I said, my concern evident in my voice.

“I’m fine! I’m fine! Just...just hang on,” she said.

At her request, I restrained myself from bursting into the room to check on her. A few moments passed, during which I heard her walking on the old wooden floorboards and heard the springs of her mattress compress as something heavy was placed on her bed. A few more seconds later, I heard her call out to me. “C-Come in,” she said softly. I took hold of the door handle and slowly pushed the door open.

Applejack’s bedroom was about the same size as mine: small enough to be cozy, but not so small that it felt claustrophobic. Several pieces of furniture were placed around the room, including a wardrobe, a dresser, a small writing desk, and a nightstand. There was a large window on the far wall, its curtains pulled back to let in ample amounts of moonlight. Other than the window, the only other source of illumination were several large candles scattered about, bathing the room in their soft, warm light. The walls were decorated with framed pictures of our family and her friends, as well as some of the various trophies and awards she had won at rodeo competitions over the years. Her bed sat against the wall to my left, stretching out towards the wall to my right. The deep red covers of the bed were covered with pinkish-white flower petals, which I recognized to be those of apple blossoms.

Applejack laid on her side on the bed, facing me with her legs stretched out. She was laying in a particularly flattering position that gave me an unobstructed view of her long legs, her wide hips, her toned stomach, and her large breasts. She was naked save for a matching set of silken orange panties and a bra with small, white frills. The lingerie was not particularly revealing, but clung to her snugly, accentuating her thick thighs and pushing up her breasts, making the already-impressive mounds appear jaw-droppingly huge and perfectly round. On her face was a positively lustful expression, but her cheeks were slightly red, and I could detect a hint of weakness in her sultry gaze.

As I stepped into the room, I froze, my mind emptying and my eyes locking onto Applejack’s form, trying to take in every little detail at once. My heartbeat quickened, and my breathing grew heavier with every moment I spent drinking in the erotic sight before me. My member, which had already been standing tall, somehow managed to grow even harder, struggling against the soft prison of my underwear. Eventually, my legs began carrying me forward almost on their own, and I absentmindedly pushed the door closed behind me.

I arrived at her bedside, stopping and staring down at Applejack’s perfectly sculpted body. “Wow,” I breathed.

Applejack’s blush intensified, and her eyes dropped momentarily. “What do you...what do you think?” she said softly.

Slowly, I reached out my hand towards her, for some reason hesitant despite our relationship. It almost felt as if I had been transported back in time, and I was once again the lonely young man desperately yearning for the day when he could lay hands on his unattainable older sister. As my hand made contact with the soft skin of her thigh, my confidence slowly returned to me, and my lips stretched into a wide smile. I slowly moved my hand up her body, tracing the gentle rise and fall of her feminine curves. I traveled up her thighs, over the peak of her hips, down the valley of her waist, back up to her shoulders, and finally placed my hand aside her face.

No words could have possibly conveyed the euphoria that filled my mind in that moment, or if they could have, I was not eloquent enough to use them. I felt the giddiness of a young boy ogling his childhood crush, but also the matured drive of a man who had taken his woman many times over. I wanted to throw myself upon her and ravage her like a wild beast, but also to take her in my arms and protect her like a precious treasure. My mind was overcome with passionate desire for the woman I had admired for years; my body was overcome with burning lust for the pillar of sex appeal that lay before me. I didn’t speak, but gazed deep into her eyes as I quickly leaned in and pressed my lips against hers.

We kissed quickly and ferociously, mauling each other with our lips and tongues as if our lives depended on it. Applejack reached up and put her hand on my head, gently pulling me forward and down. I quickly climbed onto the bed and rested my body on top of hers, our lips staying locked together the whole time. We wrapped our arms and legs around each other and squeezed so tightly that it would have taken a whole team of people to pry us apart. As we tongue wrestled, we gently humped each other, hard and soft flesh rubbing together with only a thin layer of fabric separating them. As our embrace grew more energetic, we began lightly moaning into each others’ mouths.

My hands began pawing at her, rubbing and squeezing every inch of her soft skin they could reach. When they seized her breasts, getting great handfuls of flesh and squeezing firmly, a sharp moan from Applejack’s throat forced our lips apart. I dove for her neck, licking and kissing her from beneath her chin up to the spot behind her ear. I continued to massage her breasts, feeling her nipples harden through the thin fabric of her bra.

“You are just...so damn sexy,” I whispered in her ear.

I felt Applejack’s cheeks grow warmer. “It’s...it’s just the underwear,” she breathed.

“No,” I whispered, rubbing my face into her soft, thick hair. “It’s you. You are...the hottest woman in Equestria. This is just icing on the cake.” I stuck my fingers under the cups of her bra and ran them along their edges. “And very good icing.”

A chuckle escaped Applejack’s mouth in between her moans. “I’ll have to...tell Rarity you liked it,” she said softly.

Despite the storm of lust raging through my mind, something clicked inside me that made me take pause. My body’s intense motions slowly ground to a halt, and I raised my head up to look her in the eye. “You...got this from Rarity?” I said.

Applejack’s eyes widened, a shadow of embarrassment passing over her lustful expression. “Uh...yeah,” she said, pursing her lips. “She, um...she made it for me.”

An awkward moment of silence passed. “Does she...does she know?” I asked, almost afraid of what the answer might be.

Applejack had a positively guilty look in her eye. “Yes,” she said softly. “I...I told her.”

My mind started throwing doomsday scenarios at me as I learned that our secret was not a secret any longer. Despite this, I managed to keep my cool, looking her in the eye and speaking to her in an even tone. “Do you trust her?” I said.

She looked me in the eye and spoke to me just as resolutely. “Yes,” she said. “I’d trust her with my life.”

A soft smile appeared on my lips as my fears were blown away like clouds in the wind. “Then I will too,” I said.

Applejack’s expression softened, and she smiled up at me. I leaned in a gave her a long, gentle smooch, which I followed up with a trail of smooches leading down to her breasts. Now that my emotions had stabilized, I was able to get a good look at her lingerie. Even if she hadn’t told me, I might have been able to guess the garment was Rarity’s handiwork just by the sheer beauty of it. The flickering candlelight played off of the orange silk, conjuring up images of warm fireplaces and autumn sunsets. Looking closely, I noticed tiny images of apples sewn into the white fringe than ran along its edges.

Making my way further down, I inspected the matching pair of panties stretched across her hips. The material, style, and quality of the garment were the same as those of the bra, and like the bra, it fit her like a glove. One thing I did notice, however, was the large dark spot present right between her legs. Leaning in, I gently buried my face in her panties, feeling the soft fabric and the soft flesh beneath it rub against my skin. My tongue shot out of my mouth, massaging her womanhood while I breathed in her strong feminine scent. Loud, whimpering moans echoed throughout the room, and Applejack reached down and stroked my hair.

After teasing her for a little while, I pulled back and looked up at her. “Roll over,” I said, softly but firmly. Applejack did as I commanded, slowly rolling over and lying down on her stomach. Her big, beautiful butt laid before me, their appeal only accentuated by her panties. As I took in the sight, I realized that Rarity truly was a master at bringing out the beauty of a woman through clothing. The custom panties had been made big enough to cover her impressive posterior, while also being small enough to highlight just how large her pale cheeks really were. I wasted no time in burying my face into her yet again, nuzzling and groping the plump flesh and the rock-hard muscle underneath it.

“Remind me to thank Rarity the next time we see her,” I said in between planting wet smooches on her butt.

“You don’t think it...makes my butt look too big...do you?” she said tentatively.

I chuckled unintentionally. “AJ,” I said, smiling, “your butt is perfect. Every part of you is perfect.” I pushed myself up on my hands and knees and crawled upwards, lying down on top of her and wrapping my arms around her middle. “You’re perfect.” I leaned in and kissed her neck while grinding myself against her butt.

“I guess I should thank you too,” I said softly. “You did all this work just so we could have a good time.” I moved in and gave her a quick peck on her lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Applejack said, smiling at me.

We brought our lips together and commenced another passionate make-out session as I continued humping her and groped her breasts. After a minute or two of this, I was nearing the end of my sexual patience, and judging by the stiffness of her nipples and the intensity of her moaning, so was Applejack. “Y’know,” I said, breaking our kiss, “as hot as you look in this...I really wanna take it off of you now.”

Applejack smiled at me, a lustful look in her eye. “Go ahead, sugarcube,” she said.

Releasing my grip on her, I pushed myself up on my hand and knees and moved off of her. She pushed herself up as well, kneeling on the bed with her back to me. I moved in, reaching up and deftly undoing the hook of her bra. As I grasped its straps and slowly slid them down her arms, I leaned in and pressed my chest up against her now-bare back. When the garment fell onto the bed, my hands returned to her breasts, gently massaging them and eliciting a stream of moans from her mouth. I put my mouth up to her ear and whispered, “Now show be that beautiful butt.”

Applejack leaned forward and got on her hands and knees, raising her hips into the air and arching her back. I backed up to give her room, which gave me a heart-stopping view of her big, round cheeks and her puffy mound wrapped tightly in her panties. After taking a moment to fix the image in my memory, I reached forward and slipped my fingers under the edge of her panties. I pulled them down extremely slowly, watching how the fabric rippled and folded as it slid across her soft skin. Eventually, the underwear made its way over the curvature of her cheeks and down her thick thighs, where I pulled them underneath her knees one by one. It only took a few more moments to finish sliding the garment across her shapely calves and over her tender feet.

As I glanced at her feet, I noticed a small bruise on one of her pinky toes that had not been there earlier that day. I tossed her panties aside and reached for her foot, lightly touching the area. “What’s this?” I said.

“Oh! Um...I uh...stubbed my toe right before you came in,” she said sheepishly.

A tender smile appeared on my lips, and I leaned down towards her foot, planting a gentle kiss on her injured toe. “There,” I said. “All better.”

“Thanks,” she said softly.

With that taken care of, I moved in towards her and placed my hands on her butt cheeks, sinking my fingers into the plump flesh and kneading it like dough. At the same time, I put my face between her legs and lapped at the warm juices leaking from her lips. Loud whimpers and moans flowed from Applejack’s mouth, and she threw her hips backwards against me. I quickly swallowed down every drop of liquid that coated her lips and her inner folds, but it continued to flow from her like water from a leaky faucet. It didn’t take much to get me drunk on her juices, the sweet taste stoking the fire of lust burning within me.

“You ready, AJ?” I said, pulling back and looking up at her.

“Oh, yes!” Applejack moaned. “Unless...” She turned her head and looked back at me, her lustful expression tinged with hesitancy. “You wanted to try somethin’ else.”

Her comment caught me off guard, but did not dampen my mood. “What did you have in mind?” I said.

“Well...” she said, turning away from me.

Applejack was silent for a moment, clearly tossing something around in her head. Suddenly, she crawled over to the side of her bed and reached for her nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling a small bottle out of it. She turned around and knelt on the bed, facing me with a nervous look on her face. Tentatively, she held out the bottle towards me, her eyes dropping. I was confused, until I reached out and took the bottle in my hand, reading the label.

“This...this is lube,” I said, my brain slowly arriving at the implication the bottle presented. Applejack nodded weakly, her cheeks blushing intensely. “Does this mean...you wanna try...?”

She looked back up at me, gulping. “I know...the last time we talked about it...I said no,” she said, seemingly struggling to get her words out. “We had just started...doin’ it for real, and...I was just too nervous. I appreciate that you didn’t try to push me...even though you wanted it. But, now that we’ve been at it for a while...I’m feelin’ a bit better about it.”

“Why the change of heart?” I asked, remembering how uncomfortable she had been when I had first broached the subject with her.

“Well...when I was at Rarity’s gettin’ this...” she said, reaching over and laying a hand on her discarded bra, “we got to talkin’. When she found out that we were together, she...wanted to know what sorta things we liked to do. I didn’t mean to talk about that kinda stuff, but that girl’s got a way of draggin’ stuff outta you. I ended up tellin’ her that we’d been doin’ it...the old fashioned way. She asked me if we’d ever tried...what you were askin’ me about.

“I told her the same thing I told you,” she continued, “that I wasn’t ready yet. She didn’t try to push me either, or make me feel bad about it, but she told me that it...isn’t as bad as you think...if you do it right. She also said that...you’d really like it. She gave me that in case I changed my mind.” She nodded towards the bottle in my hand. “I’ve been thinkin’ it over and...I think I can put up with it. If it’ll make you happy, then I’ll do it.” Applejack tried to give me her most confident smile, but she was still visibly very nervous.

I looked at her, then at the bottle, then back at her. As much as I wanted to jump on the opportunity that I had been presented with, the chance to live out my ultimate Applejack fantasy, the part of me that loved and respected her so much held me back. “AJ...I’ll be honest...I really want to do this...” I said, “but I don’t want to do it if you don’t want to. I don’t want you to force yourself to do something you’re not comfortable with.”

Applejack scooted up close to me and put her hands on my shoulders. She looked me in the eye, her expression less nervous and more loving. “It’s alright, Anon,” she said softly. “I want this, I really do. I wanna make you happy and...I wanna show you that I can do...things like this with you. I wanna show you that I can be...d-dirty.” Her cheeks reddened and her eyes dropped as she said this.

I placed a hand under her chin and gently raised her head, forcing her to look at me. “Is that what this is all about?” I said softly. “You’re trying to be dirty?”

“I just...feel a bit bad,” said Applejack. “You’ve been goin’ along with all the things I wanna do, but...I haven’t been doin’ the same for you. I’ve been holdin’ you back...and I wanna make up for it.”

“AJ, no,” I said, shaking my head slightly. “You don’t owe me a thing.” I lightly stroked her cheek. “I do those things with you because...I want to. I do it ‘cause it makes you happy, and it makes me happy to do it.” I leaned in and lightly pressed my face against hers. “If I think about doin’ dirty things with you, then that’s my fault. You don’t have to do every last little thing I think of just to make me happy. I’m already the happiest man in the world just for bein’ with you. I love you, and I won’t love you any less if you don’t wanna do somethin’ like this with me, not one little bit.”

A smile appeared on Applejack’s lips, a genuine smile, not one full of false bravado. “You’re too good to me,” she whispered. She leaned in, and we shared a long, gentle kiss before she pulled back again. “You said you give me what I want ‘cause it makes you happy. Well, doin’ stuff for you makes me happy. I know you’re just bein’ mindful of my feelin’s...but it’s alright. I wanna do this for you, so let me. Let me give you what you want. Please.”

Even if I hadn’t known Applejack for my entire life, and even if I didn’t know that she was the Element of Honesty itself, I still would have known she was telling the truth. My troubled expression faded and a smile appeared on my lips as I remembered that I had the most wonderful, the most loving, and the most caring woman in the world for a lover. “Alright,” I whispered, “but you have to promise me. Promise me that you won’t force yourself, in this or anythin’ else. Promise me you won’t do somethin’ you don’t wanna do just for my sake.”

Applejack chuckled softly. “Okay, sugarcube,” she said. “I promise.” She leaned in and sealed her promise with a quick kiss. “Now...let’s do it.” Her smile widened, and she gave me a sultry look.

“Let’s,” I said, giving her an equally intense look.

Applejack pulled back, turning around and getting on her knees and elbows, facing away from me. She spread her legs and arched her back, thrusting her hips up high. She looked over her shoulder at me and playfully wiggled her butt, the massive cheeks jiggling slightly as she moved. My raging lust, which had been put on the back burner for a little while, instantly resurfaced, and I sprung into action. I reached down and swiftly removed my underwear, allowing my aching member to spring forth. I advanced on the exposed backside before me, ready to make it mine.

I reached out and gently grasped one of her soft cheeks in each hand. I heard Applejack inhale sharply as I spread her cheeks, exposing the small, pink, puckered hole a short distance above her sopping-wet lips. I had seen it many times before, but the knowledge of what I would soon be using it for made it appear a thousand times more erotic. I moved one of my hands towards it and lightly traced its circumference with my thumb, eliciting a soft whimper from Applejack. In response to my touch, her pretty little hole clenched reflexively, the sight of which made my mouth water and my heartbeat quicken.

“Rarity said to...put plenty of that on both of us,” Applejack said.

I glanced down at the bottle of lube, which I had set aside on the bed. Realizing that it would probably be a good idea to follow Rarity’s advice, I grabbed the bottle and squeezed it into my hand. A clear gel slowly flowed from the bottle as I squeezed, which I continued to do until I had a sizable glob on my fingers. Setting the bottle aside, I again reached for one of her cheeks and pushed it aside, while I moved my gel-covered fingers to her asshole. Applejack shivered and moaned as the relatively cool gel made contact with her warm skin. I smeared the gel on her hole, gently massaging it into the rim around it.

Knowing that the lube would be most needed on the inside, I quickly applied a thick layer of the stuff to my index finger. I placed the tip of my finger at the center of her hole and lightly pushed against it. Immediately, she clenched again, her body trying to prevent the intrusion into a place that was never intended to receive guests.

“AJ, you have to relax,” I said slowly and softly.

Applejack exhaled loudly. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll try.”

Her body visibly relaxed, and I once again attempted to push my way inside. I had expected it to be difficult, but I had not imagined that her passage would be nearly as tight as it was. Even the strong inner walls of her womanhood did not do as much to impede my progress as her asshole did. Granted, I typically had ample amounts of natural lubrication to help me out in those instances. I took my time pushing in, but even the minimal movement I made still triggered reflexive clenches every now and then. By the time I had gotten about an inch into her and come to a halt, Applejack was breathing heavily.

Feeling the friction of her skin against my finger increase drastically, I decided to withdraw. Just as slowly as I had pushed my way in, I pulled myself back out, applying another layer of gel to my finger. Once again, I pushed my way back in, the going slightly easier due to the lube already inside. I made my way back to where I had left off, and then pushed myself slightly farther before stopping again. For another minute or so, I kept up this cycle, slowly pulling out of her, getting a bit more lube, then pushing back into her, going a bit further every time. Each penetration was accompanied by soft moans and grunts from Applejack, whose body trembled increasingly vigorously.

Eventually, I was able to get the entire length of my finger into her, and gave her a moment to let her get used to the sensation. I thrust into her a few more times, rotating my finger around in an effort to ensure every inch of her tight passage was covered. By the time I was done, the friction from her skin was almost completely gone, the only impediment to entry being the tight grip of her muscles. I briefly considered moving on and getting myself ready at that point, but I realized that the jump from my finger straight to my member might be a bit much for her.

Instead, I applied a generous amount of lube to my middle finger as well and slowly pushed both digits into her. Applejack moaned loudly and clamped down around the intruder, which had suddenly grown twice as large. I went slowly, giving her time to adjust to being filled to such an extent. When I again reached my knuckles, I slowly pulled out before thrusting into her yet again. I continued thrusting for a while, occasionally applying more lube when I thought she needed it. As I worked her asshole, Applejack reached down between her legs with one hand and started massaging her puffy lips and stroking her clit. Before long, her grip had softened to the point where I could thrust with relative frequency, while still feeling very snug.

Deciding that I had done all that I reasonably could, I withdrew my fingers, mentally preparing myself for what would come next. I looked down at my rock-hard member, which was aching for release after all of our foreplay. It didn’t take me long to apply a thick coating of the lube to myself as well, making sure to get every inch of my shaft covered. Having delayed the inevitable for as long as possible, I took a deep breath and shuffled forward, bringing my tip within a few scant inches of her hole.

“You still wanna do this, AJ?” I said. “We can still stop.”

“Yes,” moaned Applejack, still stroking herself. “I’m ready. Just...put it in already!”

At her request, I took hold of my member and placed my tip at her asshole while holding her hip with my other hand. Slowly, I pushed forward, forcing myself into her tight passage. To her credit, Applejack did a good job of keeping herself relaxed, but she was still incredibly tight, and continued to clench down around me occasionally. After a few weeks of pumping her full on a daily basis, my mental and physical endurance had increased dramatically, but the feeling of her hot, smooth skin gripping me like a vice was almost overwhelming. By the time I had gotten my tip into her, I was breathing heavily, and Applejack’s constant moans echoed throughout the room.

I continued pushing, slowly making my way inside one little bit at a time. Several times, she clenched down around me and prevented my advance, so I had to wait a moment for her to calm down before continuing. Finally, after a long, slow, but admittedly pleasurable journey, the last little bit of my shaft disappeared within her, and our hips pressed together. We took a moment to rest and catch our breath, the physical sensation of my penetration already having already pushed us far. And if the physical aspect wasn’t enough, the mental thrill of having taken my sister’s final hole, of having acted out probably the most debauched fantasy I had ever had of her, was almost enough to make me finish right then and there.

When the rising tide of arousal within me had subsided a bit, I got a firm hold on her hips and began slowly pulling myself back out. The journey out was difficult, but not quite as much as the journey in had been. Eventually, my tip popped out of her, and her asshole constricted back to its normal width. I had felt the resistance of her passage increase as I had gone past the point my fingers had been able to reach, so I applied another bit of lube to myself, specifically towards my tip. Once again, I lined myself up and slowly pushed myself back inside of her. This time, the friction of our skin was noticeably lessened towards the end on my thrust. I spent another minute or two making more of these “probing thrusts”, ensuring that she was lubricated as deeply as she needed to be.

By the time I was finished, I was able to penetrate her with relative ease, the only remaining impediment being the intense tightness of her grip on me. Now that she had been properly prepared, we could finally get the show on the road. I placed my hands on her back and gently pushed her down flat against the bed, her face resting on a pillow and her weary legs stretching out behind her. I gently spread her legs and slid my member between her massive cheeks up to her asshole, where I thrust into her. When I had hilted inside, I rested my body down on top of her, my chest pressing up against her back and my head next to hers.

“You ready?” I whispered in between heavy breaths.

Applejack looked at me, her face flushed and her eyes burning with desperate neediness. “Yes,” she whispered. “Give it to me.”

Bracing myself, I slowly raised my hips, pulling myself out of her until only my tip remained inside. Pausing only a short moment, I thrust back into her, pushing myself as deeply as I could and making us both moan. The first thrust was quickly followed by another, and another, and another, and soon, I was pumping her with a slow, but regular rhythm. The near-continuous motion sent waves of pleasure shooting through us, our muscles clenching and our bodies shaking. I placed my hands on hers, which were laying on the pillows, and threaded my fingers between hers.

As the speed of my thrusts gradually increased, so too did the frequency and volume of our vocalizations. We moaned and grunted into each other’s faces, her feminine tones mixing harmoniously with my deeper, masculine ones. Our eyes drifted open and we stared at each other with lustful gazes as we nuzzled each other.

“AJ,” I whispered.

“Anon,” she whispered back.

A particularly quick thrust gave us bolt a jolt of pleasure, and we both grunted from the sudden sensation. Our many lovemaking sessions had gotten us to the point where we could go for quite a while before finishing, but after all the buildup and teasing we had been through, neither of us was in the mood to wait much longer for release. I was thrusting into her about as quickly as I dared, not wanting to be too rough on her her first time. Despite this, I was still rapidly approaching my climax, and judging by her signs, which I had gotten very good at reading, so was she.

“I’m close,” I whispered, my words coasting on heavy breaths.

“Me too,” she whispered back.

Summoning my remaining strength, I attempted to push us both to the finish line as quickly as possible. I substituted long strokes for quick ones, pulling myself almost completely out of her before pushing back in as deep as I could go. Applejack helped me in this endeavor by thrusting her hips upwards in time with my downward thrusts, maximizing the speed we were able to produce. We gripped each other’s hands tightly and pressed our faces together, and after only a few more tense moments, we both reached our limits.

With one last mighty thrust, I buried myself completely inside of her, pushing her into the bed and squishing her massive cheeks against my hips. My muscles clenched and I let out a loud, grunting roar as I came, pumping burst after burst of my seed deep into my sister’s ass. Applejack’s face contorted in ecstasy, and she let out a shout that quickly grew in volume and pitch, terminating in a long, feminine squeal. She clamped down around me with an unbelievably tight grip, milking me of every last drop I had in me. Her body spasmed and shook, held in place by the weight of my body on top of her.

Each burst that erupted from me sent a new wave of pleasure coursing through me, reaching all the way down to my toes and all the way up to the top of my head. The pleasure was only magnified by my carnal joy at finally getting to live out my greatest fantasy. My beautiful, sexy big sister Applejack, who had been the object of my love and lust for years, was finally beneath me, taking me in her ass and receiving every drop of my hot, sticky cum with glee. I had finally taken her in the most perverse way possible, pumping my load into her third, and final hole. She was mine, I thought to myself through a haze of lust, and no one would ever take her from me.

Our climax, while intense, was brief, as much as we might have liked it to go on longer. Eventually, even her iron-hard grip on my shaft could not squeeze out another drop from my exhausted member. My tired muscles gave out, and I collapsed limply down on top of her, my mind going blank. We laid there for a few moments, the soft embrace of our afterglow slowly wearing off. As I recovered, I heard Applejack’s heavy breaths, and felt their warm caress on my face. My eyes slowly drifted open again, and I looked upon her face, her expression tired, but serene. As I watched, hers opened as well, and she stared back at me with her big, beautiful green eyes.

“Hey,” I whispered, smiling weakly at her.

Applejack smiled back at me. “Hey,” she whispered.

“You alright?” I said.

“Yeah,” she said.

“That...that didn’t hurt...did it?” I said.

Applejack chuckled softly. “No,” she said. “You stretched me out a bit, but...it didn’t hurt.”

“Good,” I said.

We laid there for a while before I had recovered enough to move again. When I had, I braced myself and slowly raised my hips, pulling my semi-stiff member out of her. My tip popped out of her hot, slippery hole, and I laid back down, sandwiching my member between her soft, plump cheeks.

“Did you like that?” Applejack said.

“Oh yeah,” I said, smiling. “I loved it.”

“I liked it too,” she said, smiling back at me.

“Maybe we can...do it again sometime?” I said.

“Maybe,” she chuckled.

I moved to push myself off of her, but I stopped when Applejack said, “Wait.” I slowly lowered myself back down onto her, putting my face next to hers again. “Lay on top of me a while longer.”

Happy to oblige, I held her hands and pressed my face against hers. “Don’t worry,” I whispered. “I’m not goin’ anywhere. You’re mine, and I’m not gonna let anythin’ tear us apart.”

Applejack puckered her lips and began planting light kisses on me; I reciprocated, giving her pecks on her lips, cheeks, and her adorable nose.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you too,” she whispered back.

Apple Bloom trudged towards her home, her posture tense and her expression sour, and the cool night wind wafting through her long hair. She wasn’t particularly happy to see the familiar farmhouse so soon, especially given the circumstances. If only the Riches hadn’t come home early and shut down the party, she thought to herself. She had been having a nice time with her friends, but now she would have to go back home and spend the evening with her siblings. A sneer appeared on her face as she thought of her older brother and sister.

Reaching the front door of the house, she produced her house key from her pocket and unlocked the door, pushing it open and stepping inside. She pushed the door closed behind her and set about removing her shoes and jacket. Given what time it was, she figured that her siblings were probably in their rooms getting ready for bed, or perhaps even asleep already. It was just as well, she thought; she wasn’t in the mood to see them anyway. Leaving her shoes by the door and her jacket in the closet, she walked up the stairs to the second floor.

As she climbed the last few steps and reached the top, she detected a noise that made her stop where she was. The noise she heard was fairly quiet and uneven, but she was sure it was the sound of human voices. Tentatively, she advanced down the hall, towards where she thought the noise was coming from. Sure enough, as she went along, the noise grew louder, and she was eventually able to pinpoint its source. As Apple Bloom approached Applejack’s bedroom door, the noise became clearer, the vocalizations identifiable as a mixture of moans and grunts.

She stood in front of the door, unsure of what she was listening to and what to do about it. Slowly, she leaned her head in and pressed it against the door to hear better. With her ear against the thick wood, not only could she detect the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh, but she could also identify the voices as those of her older siblings. As her brain slowly caught up with her ears, her eyes widened and her cheeks turned a deep red.

She wanted to pull back. She wanted to cover her ears and run away as fast as possible. She wanted to find somewhere to hide and stay there until the memory of what she was listening to had faded form her mind, but she could not. She could neither run, nor speak, nor even think. All she could do was stand there, letting the sounds of her siblings’ lovemaking fill her ears. And as she listened, her heartbeat quickened, her breathing intensified, and a familiar itch appeared at the spot between her legs. So transfixed was she by the noises she heard that she didn’t even notice her hand making its way downward until it lightly pressed against her crotch, sending a shiver up her spine.

The sudden sensation broke her out of her trance, and she pulled her hand away from herself. She rose and backed away from the door, her head swimming with a thousand questions and a thousand feelings. Were they really doing what she thought they were doing? Why in the world were they doing it? Had they done it before? And why, she wondered, had she been about to touch herself while listening to them?

She shook her head violently, as if to physically shake the thoughts from her brain. She needed to get out of there, she realized. She needed to go and get some fresh air, perhaps find somewhere she could sit down and process what she had discovered. And most importantly, she needed to make sure they did not realize she was there. She could sneak back out of the house, she thought. She could leave and come back later, when they would be expecting her to return. Apple Bloom slowly made her way back down the hall and down the stairs, being as quiet as she possibly could. She walked to the front door, grabbed her shoes, and slowly stepped out of the house, closing and locking the door behind her.