Race to the Finish: Final Survivor Edition
Scootaloo's bag slammed into the wall next to Applebloom, causing the girl to jump in surprise. Glaring daggers at her roomie, Applebloom huffed and then returned to her laptop, reading yet another paragraph in a dull article. She hated how menial the work of college tended to be, it just wasn't like work on the farm. A day on the farm and your muscles were ablaze and your soul was alight. It felt good to work on the farm. That and you got apples after working hard enough.
All that her college work had ever given her was a headache and the wish to punch through the screen of her laptop that her family had barely been able to afford for her. It had only just happened because she was to become the first Apple in their branch of the family tree - or orchard, as it were - that was heading off to get higher learning.
Unfortunately for her concentration on the current article, she was brought out from it and her thoughts by something cloth that was marginally wet hitting her face. Applebloom pealed it from her face and looked at it. A pair of Scootaloo's more boyish panties was in her hands. She looked over at the girl. Sure enough she was naked. Applebloom sighed.
"Look, I had to go through biology with Mr. Ironwill and then went to gym." Scootaloo huffed. "You know I got the hots for RD, and now it's worse 'cuz she's right there in tight clothes and all sweaty!" It was true. Gym had gotten that much more interesting ever since Rainbow Dash had somehow gotten the position of gym coach for the girls. It was far better than Harshwhiney in more than one respect. Then there was the one... two... well, Applebloom could think up three different reasons why having Rainbow as a gym teacher wasn't the best thing for all those involved.
One, she made you work. Harshwhiney was a sort of minimalist as far as Phys Ed went. Give her some pushups, a few crunches, and run a lap and you were golden. Rainbow made you work for the grade she gave you. You didn't have to be fit to get an 'A', but you certainly had to give it your all.
Secondly, she was hot. Hot gym teachers were usually welcomed as fodder for shower time 'fun', but only if said gym teacher also so happened to either be a guy or wasn't inclined to actually participate in gym class - the common feature being unsupervised showers. Rainbow was neither, and so made every girl that was into her that much more pent up. Not being able to work out the stress of seeing her after her work out and then getting to see her in the showers, it just wasn't fair!
Thirdly, she was a friend of the family. If Applebloom was caught, she'd get to look forward to both repercussions from the school and from her family. It wasn't a case of lying to her family about why she had this or that mark on her card. Rainbow and her older sister went on nigh to monthly picnics. Any news, good or bad, about the littlest Apple was certain to make it out to the open by then if not earlier. What Applebloom didn't need was yet another lecture on 'the birds and the bees' from her sister that ended with something like 'It's natural, just don't do it in the public restroom or showers.'
Applebloom sighed. The thoughts of Rainbow from her last gym class resurfaced with a vengeance. It was already getting her wet. This was inconvenient. She was doing so well with her class work, and now she was going to lose the afternoon - if not more.
Closing her laptop, she set it in its case and then swung herself out of her bunk, already grabbing the hem of her shirt. "Fine, but you owe me for interuptin' mah work flow. I nearly got some actual werk done." She complained halfheartedly as her shirt fell in a heap on the floor. Scootaloo smirked and strolled over while her friend began to work on her jeans.
Scootaloo lowered herself slightly, latching her mouth onto Applebloom's bosom, suckling away at a teat while her hand attended to the other breast. Applebloom let out a groan as electric shocks of pleasure coursed through her system, leaving her near breathless. This was the life. Pleasure without having to worry about anyone banging on the wall for them to pipe down.
Applebloom unsteadily shoved her pants and panties off, clearing her hips - which had really come in during her adult years. She moaned, wrapping her arms around Scoots' head, forcing her in closer. She bit her lower lip, simply reveling in the sensation while grinding her legs together helplessly. Scootaloo eventually pushed away from the girl, Applebloom having used minimal amounts of force to keep the girl close to her chest.
"That almost makes up fer it." Applebloom said huskily, catching her breath once more. "But almost only counts in horseshoes and 'nades. Y'all better start gettin' to werk with mah pussy before I get testy. And you didn't appreciate the whip I had last tahm I got testy with yuh." Scootaloo rubbed her butt on reflex.
"Yeah... sure..." Scootaloo muttered, looking around before pulling out a box full of their toys. There was a bunch of fun, and sanitized, pieces of fun arrayed in the little box - all of them just begging to be used. The problem was that Scoots just wasn't feeling up to any of them. Not even her favorite toy called to her - not even the allure of making Applebloom scream all night. What she needed right now was her own release. After a moment, she paused, an idea beginning to form in her head.
"Hey, Bloomie." She began, looking up from the box without grabbing anything.
"Uh, 'scuse you?"
"Look, we aren't in that game right now." Scootaloo countered. "Look, I just had an idea and I wanted to run it by you." Applebloom motioned for the girl to continue. "I mean... I fuck you every day, how about you fuck me this time? Grab a toy and actually fuck me instead of me having to get both of us off." Applebloom scoffed at this.
"What do you mean you fuck me every day?"
"I mean I fuck you every day." Scootaloo reiterated. "You ask every day, if not nearly every day, after you're done with homework. And every time I'm the one putting in the legwork."
"That's not true! What about... what about last Tuesday! I got you off then!" Applebloom said, pointing a finger accusatorily at Scoots.
"I got you off and then you shoved a broom handle up my ass and told me to cum. I whimpered until you pulled it out and then had to masturbate to actually get off." Scootaloo countered.
"Wait... really?" Applebloom asked, incredulous at this revelation. One of her best friends hadn't actually gotten off during their fun? She thought she had been doing her best to attend to both of their needs. Had she somehow missed a step? "Well... woof, sorry, Scoots."
"No, it's alright. I kinda like denial play, I just also like eventually getting off." Scoots shrugged. Applebloom processed this for a few seconds and then nodded.
"Alright then, I guess I should get on that then." She looked over the box, gauging what toys she had at her disposal. A wicked idea flickered by, and without even thinking she said it out loud. "Prolly could knock you out just fucking you with my fingers and tongue." Scootaloo's face experienced a rainbow of emotions in the next few moments - though most of them had a tinge of arousal.
"You wanna bet?" Scoots said, lifting an eyebrow in an expression that just begged for Applebloom to put her mouth exactly where her mouth had said she could. Applebloom almost backed off from that invitation, but the look on Scootaloo's face was one that screamed that this no longer was just another dumb thing she had said. This had morphed into some sort of competition. Applebloom returned the look. She was always up for a good competition.
"You sure you wanna get fucked out cold?" Applebloom asked, egging the other girl to acquiesce. Scootaloo just laughed at this.
"Oh, you bet!" She said while plonking her ass down in front of Applebloom, legs spread wide. "And when you fail to knock me out, you gotta... you gotta..." Scootaloo fumbled for the reprecussions her friend would face at her inevitable failure. She wanted something that would both make Applebloom loath failure as well as not get her in trouble. She couldn't exactly tell Applebloom to streak across campus - despite how fun that would be. They were friends, there were limits.
"How about I gotta lug yer books around campus for the week if I fail to knock you out?" Applebloom offered. Scootaloo waved off the suggestion.
"Nah, too tame."
"How about you jess get braggin' rights then? Same fer me?" Applebloom asked. Scootaloo considered this. Bragging rights, though not very material, were oh so very sweet. The ability to lord it over the farm girl - despite only being able to do it in certain settings - was quite the tempting option. It also meant that if she somehow ended up losing, there would be only minimal consequences.
"You know what? Sure." Scootaloo nodded, and then chuckled even as Applebloom stooped down to get ready for her part in this. "And just to make it a bit more fun for me, you can use the toys." She slid the cardboard box over to the farm girl who just looked at them suspiciously - as if they'd somehow be defective despite their frequent use.
"Y'all really do wanna get laid out, girl." Applebloom said finally, pulling out the biggest one from the box, popping a menacing grin. Scootaloo would've denied that she had felt threatened by the magnum dong, but anyone who knew her would've been able to say that it was just a façade.
"Go ahead," Scoots beamed with false bravado, "you'll need all the help you can get." Scootaloo flopped back onto the floor, grabbing a pillow off of the bed to rest her head on. "Me falling asleep doesn't count as you knocking me out by the way."
"Trus' me, honey, you gonna be walkin' like you tried to kick the apples out of an apple orchard by the time I'm finished with you." Applebloom chuckled, aiming the toy towards Scootaloo with a menacing flourish. With expert technique - or as expert as might've been expected from a girl in her second year of college - Applebloom slowly teased at her friend's pussy, giving it a mixture of gentle and rough treatment.
Scootaloo moaned, arching her back slightly in a show of involuntary pleasure. Applebloom just smiled, knowing this was going to be good. Maneuvering around her friend, she let her left hand take over the teasing of the nethers while her right found another sensitive spot.
"W-woah!" Scootaloo shivered, looking at the hand that so gently caressed her sides. Looking up to the farm girl, she saw what she had dreaded: a seductress' half-lidded eyes and a saucy grin. Scootaloo was both afraid and very aroused. Applebloom brought the toy away from Scootaloo's aching pussy, examining how it glistened in the light with the coating of Scoots' juices it already had. Applebloom languidly lapped at the toy, cleaning it slowly and sensually before giving a hard swallow, sending shivers down Scootaloo's back once more.
With a devilish smile, Applebloom threw herself over her friend, straddling the girl before she had had a chance to react. Applebloom dove in for the kiss, giving her friend the most passionate tongue work out she could while both her hands stroked with a light, sensual touch all along the length of the young athlete's body. Starting at the shoulders, tucking in towards the rise of Scoots breasts, circling - but never truly touching - her areolas, then down their curves, down and then back up the belly a few times, before finally arriving at the hips where they gently circled. Scootaloo trembled under this tender assault, doing her best to just focus on anything else, knowing full well that Applebloom was just revving her up.
Applebloom left the kiss with a whorish pop, licking her lips with a slow, purposefully sexual motion. Her hands then roamed up Scoots' sides, the tips of her fingers barely grazing the other girl's skin. Finally they reached Scootaloo's face, where they brushed her cheeks, swiped the hair out of her face, and then playfully bopped her on the nose. For a farmhand, Appleblooms touch was light and smooth. Her skin, despite the hard work, remained both textured, yet sensually soft. Scootaloo couldn't help her hips slightly jerking under this assault, despite the touch never truly nearing her nethers.
Planting her hands either side of Scootaloo's head, Applebloom heaved herself up off the other girl, before letting herself slowly descend again. This time, had it not been for the strong arms and legs that still held her up ever so slightly, the farm girl would've been lying on top of Scootaloo. The thought sent shivers through Scootaloo's entire being. Lowering herself just a tad bit more, she began to plant kisses, starting with Scoots' mouth before trailing slowly down. Moving lower also had the effect of making the Apple's not so unimpressive bosom to touch with Scoot's only slightly less impressive pair. The contact joined with the effect of the slowly trailing kisses made Scootaloo buck her hips a tad as her subconscious mind started to take more and more away from her conscious side. This felt good.
Kiss after kiss fell, trailing down the chin, past the neck, lingering around the collarbone for a few extra pecks, before moving lower along the arch of the young athlete's rising chest. Applebloom continued to languidly kiss, soft wet pops filling the room's air with a sort of sensual electricity, slowly sending Scootaloo's mind into a state of blinding lust, her hands jerking helplessly as if bound, unsure what to do as the farm girl slowly kissed ever shrinking circles around the other girl's tits.
Suddenly, explosions of pleasure and ecstasy broke across Scootaloo's sex-addled brain as Applebloom latched onto a nipple - giving it a not so gentle teasing tug and nibble - while one of her hands shot down and plunged two fingers into Scoots' snatch. The unexpected two pronged attack sent Scootaloo into erotic convulsions, her hips bucking wildly at the fingers inside of her while her breathing spiked into erratic gasps. Her eyes widened wildly, focusing on nothing as she stared off into the middle distance while her hands grasped at the hardwood flooring - searching for anything to grab.
Applebloom lifted her head to stare at her prey, temporarily lessening the assault - though her fingers still worked the other girl like a fiddle. Scootaloo's expression was one of complete and utter sexual pleasure, her gasps and moans communicating what she failed to actually say. Applebloom smirked, returning to teasing the nipple for a few moments more.
With one final flicking lick on the thoroughly erect nipple, Applebloom returned to kisses while her fingers left Scootaloo, continuing the teasing with devilish intent. Scootaloo, regaining something of her conscious mind, looked down to Applebloom, absentmindedly grabbing onto the breast that Applebloom hadn't attacked. The farm girl continued her assault, laying kiss after kiss on the ridges of the athlete's abs.
Scootaloo flopped back into her pillow, her breathing still ragged, her mind still consumed mostly by the ebbing pleasure while her hand, working on its own, teased her nipple. Closing her eyes, she imagined the one working her wild was Rainbow Dash, each kiss coming from the lips of her idol. Each tender gesture granted to her by the stunning beauty. She could imagine every inch of the woman - a fact helped by the large, single room shower set up they had at the university.
Applebloom, for her part, had gotten into a position where she only needed her knees to stay in her orientation with the fantasizing girl. Her hands her free once more, and the farm girl made full use of this. Lifting her kisses from the girl, she laid her hands fully on Scoots' sides, no longer just using the gentle graze of her finger tips, and let them trail slowly down the other girl's sides, taking the time to wipe off the juices that had gather on the one hand from the girl they touched up. Scootaloo shivered under this attention, getting a grin from Applebloom.
Lowering herself once more, the youngest Apple planted kiss after kiss down Scootaloo's shaved crotch. Just before reaching the honeypot that eagerly leaked its honey, Applebloom stopped, and then let her tongue loll out of her mouth. Placing her hands either side of the girl once more, she slowly let her tongue make contact just above the winking pussy. It was close enough that a small splattering of the juices that flowed freely just below met Applebloom, the slightly sweet - yet salty and tangy - taste almost made Applebloom want to dive in there and then, but she had a plan.
Languidly, Applebloom pushed herself up the other girl, a long lick trailing from just above the girl's cunny all the way up to just below her supple breasts. Applebloom then lowered herself, pressing her breasts against the other girls' pair, catching Scoots' one hand between the pillowy cushions of titflesh. Applebloom nuzzled against Scoots' face, smiling devilishly at her friend's closed eyes - clearly fantasizing.
"You've been a very bad student, Scoots." Applebloom whispered beside the other girl's ear, barely attempting an imitation of Rainbow, wasting no resource at her disposal. Scootaloo shivered at the voice, her brain sending bolts of pleasure and arousal through her entire being.
She could imagine the breasts pressed against hers - the breasts that trapped one of her hands - were Rainbow's. The voice, though clearly not her idol's, was close enough her mind could fill in the gaps. She felt the hot breath of her mentor teasing her skin, sending rippling tides of gooseflesh across her entire body. She quaked under the lingering kiss on her cheek. She bit back a howl of ecstatic pleasure at the gentle nibbling on her ear. Her brain drowned her in euphoria as a hand lifted her head and pressed her into a kiss.
With her remaining free hand, Applebloom traced smoothly around Scootaloo's sex, lightly brushing her friend's inner thighs, occasionally gently gliding across the dripping mess that was Scootaloo's pussy. Eventually the farm girl broke the kiss, parting their lips slowly. She then gently swiped a circle with her tongue around Scootaloo's mouth, getting a light moan from the girl. Letting her lay back down on the pillow, Applebloom slowly moved back down, tracing her one hand down the line of smooth curves on the young athlete.
Quietly, while still teasing her friend with gentle caresses and near passes at the other girl's honeypot with the one hand, she used the now unused hand to reclaim the dildo. She lifted her now wet hand away from Scoots, delaying just a second long enough to get Scootaloo to question what was happening, before brushing past the girl's soaked nethers with the head of the dildo, sending crackling bolts of sexual lightning up and down her friend.
Applebloom, using all her fine motor control, gently pressed the pseudo-dick into her friend so that just the smallest bit of the tip entered, gaining a loud moan from the girl as she did. With a smirk, the farm girl retracted the toy, leaving her friend empty once more. Scootaloo whined, her hips moving about as if searching for the dick and the release it would provide. In that moment, with Scoots slightly raised off the floor, Applebloom dove forward, sending the toy deep in Scoots tight ass - gaining a howl of pleasure.
"Uh..." Applebloom blinked, realizing that neither of them had made that noise. Looking up from the task that had so thoroughly entranced her that no attention had been payed to literally anything else, Appleloom saw Sweetie Belle, having entered the room silently. The door behind her was closed, but by the look of her, Applebloom wouldn't have been surprised if Sweetie had walked in reading the book in her hands without noticing the two girls on the floor, closed the door without thinking about it, and had only noticed the commotion at the howl.
That, in fact was, more or less, what had indeed happened. Sweetie was in the middle of reading a rather interesting chapter in her book, had entered while humming a happy tune, thoroughly engrossed in her reading to the point that nothing beyond the two lovers confined to the pages of her book had existed. That was, until two lovers outside of her book had reminded exactly how loud it could get when two people really went at it.
"Oh... hey, Sweetie." Scootaloo managed despite the mind numbing pleasure that still coursed through her. Sweetie Belle looked between the two girls before just giving a sigh, letting her bag fall and setting her book on the table. She made quick, efficient, and completely nonsexual work of removing her clothes.
"So, what's the game this time, girls?" Sweetie asked, plonking her ass down on the floor beside the other two girls, looking expectantly, though not entirely thrilled. It wasn't that she wouldn't enjoy this, it was just a situation she was well acquainted with. These two weren't the only ones with Rainbow as a gym teacher.
"Uh... well we kinda made a bet." Applebloom admitted, failing to figure out how to properly express what they were doing, subtly working the dildo in Scoots' ass to keep the girl on her toes. "I... uh... I'm gonna have to get Scootaloo out cold by just fucking her. No holds barred." Sweetie nodded slowly to this, looking at the other girl who was clearly dealing with a lot, her mood not as killed as might've been expected.
"Alright... I guess I can referee." Sweetie shrugged. "Mind passing me the Double Penetrator? I need something to do while I watch." Applebloom nodded and then dug around the box, bringing out the toy, chucking it over to the newly minted referee. "Alright, continue with the fucking."
Applebloom looked back down to Scootaloo, a grin slowly growing across her face. Sweetie's interruption had interrupted the flow of her plan, but she still had a chance at making this work to her favor. Striking swiftly, she pulled out the dildo from her friend's ass before slamming it into her unready pussy, gaining a moaning scream from the other girl. Pistoning the dick unrelentingly in and out of the other girl's sex, she adjusted her position and latched onto a nipple, her other free hand grabbing the other breast - Applebloom's own chest rubbing up and down the other girl's midriff in time with the fucking.
Scootaloo, thoroughly unprepared for this onslaught, couldn't help but find herself writhing in pleasure as she struggled with the sudden onset of all this attention. Her eyes screwed shut, no longer imagining Rainbow Dash, but simply trying to cope with all the flooding sensations her body failed to truly comprehend.
The farm girl didn't let up despite this, taking this floundering of her friend as an invitation to pour it on. A lick, a nibble, a caress, a kiss, and a pounding, all coming together as an orchestra of erotic enticement. Each thrust, each flicking of the tongue, and every touch she gave - or refused to give - working in tandem, each driving their target up the wall. It, unfortunately, also drove Applebloom up the wall in the same moment.
Her tits rubbing against Scoots' belly, though adding to the sexual charge that her target was subjected to, also stimulated her. The burning exertion of her arm to piston the dick in and out of her friend brought a Pavlovian flood of endorphins, her blood boiling in desire and well learned pleasure. The taste of her friend, the feel of her skin, all of it was intoxicating. It was all she could do to not fall over the edge herself. She'd have time for it later, but her body screamed for that 'later' to be within the next several seconds - if not sooner.
Feeling how Scoots was reacting, the clenching of her pussy around the dick and the tensing in certain muscle groups, Applebloom knew that Scootaloo was just a few moments away. Perfect. Now for phase two.
With a violent pull, the dildo popped out from Scoots, the teasing at her tits disappeared, leaving her mere seconds from release. Suddenly her hands were pinned by the firm grasp of the farm girl that had suddenly jumped on top of her. Scootaloo looked up despondently towards Applebloom - a look tainted by her overwhelming lust. Applebloom licked her lips, and the lowered herself, giving a long lick to Scootaloo's face.
Timing her moves perfectly, Applebloom kept her pinned friend on the edge, kissing, licking, and occasionally 'accidentally' brushing a nipple or grazing her friend's sex. Scootaloo whimpered at the precipice of her release, her legs unable to grind together because of the farm girl's perfectly maintained position that blocked any and all self gratification.
Slowly, and devilishly, Applebloom let her friend cool slightly, still teasing but with enough time now to let her slowly lose the hint of an oncoming orgasm she had once had. Not entirely cruel, Applebloom released her friend's hands, placing her own on either side of Scootaloo's head, bringing the other girl in for another deep kiss. Scootaloo, who a moment earlier would've sent her hands straight to fingering herself, instead found her hands clutching at the other girl's back in the throws of passion.
Having the other girl like putty in her hands, Applebloom let a leg wander between Scoots' legs, rubbing her still tender pussy with a knee, giving just that hint of stimulation to the other girl while they kissed and caressed each other. Keeping her head about her despite the flood of pleasure, Applebloom slowly pulled away from Scootaloo, looking down at her friend with lust filled eyes. With a coy smile, she placed a light kiss on the tip of the other girl's nose, getting a shiver from her prey.
Lifting herself up from the other girl, her knee leaving from its old position - now quite wet with the other girl's love - Applebloom surveyed the other girl, as if looking for the ripest apple to pick. With a seductress' smile, she lowered herself and began to visciously motorboat the other girl's tits. Scootaloo couldn't help but laugh through her moans as Applebloom's hands found their places at the still thoroughly erect nipples on the motorboated tits. It was ridiculous, but it also sent waves of pleasure through her. It was all just so much pleasure, despite - or maybe because of - her recently denied release.
Pulling away, Applebloom smirked at her prey before planting a kiss on each breast, followed by a long lick to each. The farm girl, still trying to win, let go of her friend's nipples, gently brushing her hands across the mounds slowly before sending them lower, grazing past Scootaloo's sides like they had before, landing on the girl's hips.
A trail of kisses and slow licks down the girl's torso later, Applebloom came face to face once more with the dribbling honeypot. This time, she gave it a gentle series of kisses - some directly to it, others around it. Giving her lips a lick, getting a taste for the other girl, Applebloom let her prey simmer for just a bit longer. Her work had been methodical, yet sexy; and now it was time for the pay off.
She dove forward, setting her cunnilingual skills to work. She relished the taste of her friend, letting each lick, nip, and tease drive her friend ever higher while also enjoying herself. Scootaloo, for her part, was a panting, moaning mess of a girl. Her hips bounced, trying to get more of Applebloom's tongue - her body positively crackling in the pure sexual energy.
Even while lapping at her friend's sex, Applebloom didn't let up on stroking, brushing, and teasing with her hands. Occasionally her hands would kneed the firm ass nearby, while at other times they'd slowly glide across the valleys and hills of the other girl's abs, while at other times still they just clutched firmly onto the thighs that framed Applebloom's head - doubtlessly leaving some handprints that would require Scootaloo to wear slightly longer shorts to gym class for the near future.
Scootaloo writhed, the pleasure building up to an ever growing crescendo, her body seizing up as no signals beyond the pleasure she felt actually made it too far from her brain. Suddenly, the final few drops in the bucket fell, and she felt herself slipping. Applebloom, up close and personal with the subject matter, pulled back slightly, leaving her friend hanging once more, now even closer to the edge than before, only to dive back in and attack with all the ferocity she could.
Scootaloo's eyes widened wildly as the rush of pleasure crashed through every fiber of her being. She spasmed, the flood barriers to her pleasure crumbling with ease as every neuron was committed to savoring the pleasure, no other sensations or functioned deemed necessary in the face of the mountain of erotic energy she had to process. Scootaloo gasped, groaned, and howled, arching her back as she came her brains out.
No words were shouted, her mind gone, washed away in the torrent of pleasure. Her throat ached, but its feeling was drowned in the electric current of Applebloom's final assault. Through the ecstasy that was her everything at that moment, one final thought escaped her - even as she felt her vision darken while her limbs fell limp and useless and all the world faded away.
"Fuck..."
Applebloom pulled back, licking away what she hadn't been able to catch in her mouth. Scootaloo's chest seemed still for a second, but a moment later she saw the faint rising and falling of breath leaving the young girl. Her chest also had the faint, yet perceptible, jiggle of a roaring heartbeat underneath her well toned skin.
"Damn." Sweetie whispered, her own masturbation having taken a backseat to watching Applebloom's technique. Her pussy and ass ached with need, but she was too stunned to do anything about it at the moment.
Standing up, Sweetie moved over to the downed girl who lay on the ground. If it had been one of Sweetie's books, Scootaloo would've probably had a silently contended smile on her face, but instead the girl had her mouth hanging agape with her tongue lolling - a picture of the final moments of conscious enjoyment of Applebloom's assault.
Kneeling down, Sweetie took a shaking hand, opening one of Scootaloo's closed eyes. The orb was rolled as far back as it would go. Sweetie then picked up one of the arms, letting it drop. It did so with a thump, seemingly no life left in the girl's frame beyond the breath that was nothing but a gentle cycle now.
"You... you actually fucked her... into unconsciousness. H-how‽" Sweetie gawked, looking over the girl as if her unconscious body would yield the answer.
"Well, it's 'cuz I'm the fucking best." Applebloom answered with a sly grin. Sweetie Belle just shook her head at this, still staring at Scootaloo. It was pleasure that killed the beast. "Want me to do yuh next?"
"YES!"
It wouldn't be too long before all three girls were on the floor in much the same state as Scootaloo - though Applebloom would be the only one who'd do so while slowly drifting into her postcoital nap. She was the fucking best.
