Apple Bloom winced as the cold rain ripped through her fur. The mud beneath her hooves stuck to her fur like glue, dragging her deeper and deeper into the muck with every gallop. The light in the dense forest trees was nearly nonexistent, but the one single flicker of orange and yellow in the distance. The youngest mare of the Apple Clan kept her eyes locked on it and charged through the baleful weather, her heart hammering its way out of her chest with every step and breath. Eventually, she found herself nearly a step away from the light and charged straight through.
Kicking the door behind her closed, she shivered and shook off the rain. The dimly lit interior was a warm and welcoming atmosphere, a familiar sight that comforted Apple Bloom. Flickering fire dancing off of the tribal masks and the sweet scent of herbal essences put her mind at ease, and she scraped off as much muck as she could on the doormat.
"Apple Bloom, are you here?" a loving voice called out. "Or perhaps another lost in fear?"
"It's me, Zecora," Bloom greeted. "Just got a mite bit lost, what with the rain and such."
"Ah, my love, please come in! I'm just in the bath, come have a spin."
Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of the zebra shamare bathing. Careful to not slip on her still slick hooves, Bloom hurried into the other room and gazed upon the sight she craved. In the large oaken bath that they'd carved together last year, laid the mare of Apple Bloom's dreams. Long stripes of black and white dancing over a cascade of velvet fur, polished black hooves and a pearly white smile, enchanting sapphire eyes, the works that made her the most enchanting mare in the world. Usually, the sight of the mohawk was quite pleasing to Bloom when they first met, the strange style fascinating her curiosity, but seeing it all let down in a wet curtain that framed the perfectly sculpted face of her love was another wonder of the world. All of this in a steaming bubble bath with a warm fire nearby made the apple mare quiver in excitement.
"Bloom, my darling star above, tell me, how goes those classes you love?" she rhymed in that beautiful tone.
"Well, these two little kirin and griffon cubs got real heated when it came time to talk about Cutie Marks, said that it wasn't fair that they couldn't get any of them themselves," she explained while stripping off her bags and bow. "Scoots got called out of town for a derby and Sweetie was busy with the Choir, so I had to stay real late to make sure they worked everything out. You know, every species has something that makes them special, you get it. By the time the two had made up, it was half past curfew and the storm had already rolled in something fierce."
She sunk her hooves into the enchanted waters and cooed as she felt the warmth burrow into her very bones as the mud and guck literally melted into nothingness, her fur left gleaming and spotless.
"Well, slip right in, don't be a prude. After all I've done for this bath, just one hoof would be quite rude."
"Well, if a pretty mare like yourself is inviting me, then how could I say no?" Bloom asked, blushing.
Lowering herself deep into the water, she gave a deep sigh as her body let out a spasm of delight. The mixes and herbs were nearly supernatural in how quickly they penetrated her fur and skin. The stress she'd felt all day began dying out and withering away, the cool scent of the room washing over her as she dunked her head beneath the surface. After holding for a few seconds to really let her face and scalp soak it in, Bloom slowly emerged and let out a breath. Caught unaware, she wasn't ready for the tender kiss Zecora planted on her as she surfaced, but thankfully the zebra had her head in her grasp, pulling her up into a loving embrace. Keeping it chaste, Zecora planted a few more smooches on her before giggling.
"I'm going to wait in bed, but don't lose your head. I'll give you an hour before this bath turns sour."
"Aw, not gonna stay here and help me wash all my bits?" she asked, fluttering her eyes.
"I'd rather you get clean curtly," she moaned, "to further enjoy making you dirty."
Bloom's tail swished around underwater at the proposal and she nodded. Zecora hummed and lifted herself out of the tub, striding over the younger mare. As she did, Bloom caught a peak at the black lips of her marehood, a little pink nub winking at her. She took a quick sniff and shuddered, the zebra's scent had always been so exotic and flavorful when she was in the mood. Not eager to keep her waiting, Apple Bloom grabbed a loofa and scrubbed herself down thoroughly. Twice over she cleaned herself off, triple-checking her own backside to ensure that she'd be presentable, and once she was confident in her cleanliness, she stepped out herself.
Drying off, she stepped into the main room, the distant thunder and rain on the windows setting a perfect little scene of wild isolation. Here she was, trapped in this lovely little hut with a big, beautiful mare that desired her in every way possible. Her tail hiked as she stepped into the candlelight, Zecora laying on her side as she stretched a hind leg overhead in an arc, bringing her back hoof near her own muzzle.
"Well, Apple Bloom? How the view? Because all of this is just, for, you~," she muttered, eyes half-lidded.
It took the apple mare all of her willpower to not gallop in and dive face-first into the perfect little pussy before her. She hung the towel up with care and trotted up to the bed. Stepping over the larger mare, she planted a kiss on her lips, her tongue barely prodding to ask for entry. Zecora's mouth opened, accepting the younger mare's entrance and granting her access to the rhyming mare's magical tongue. The appendages danced together, Zecora's tongue making all kinds of twists and turns around and around, caressing and rubbing Bloom's tongue until the mare felt weak in her knees, laying down on top of her marefriend.
Breaking away for a breath, she took a deep sniff of Zecora's fur, burying herself into the crook of her neck. The striped mane draped over her face and she lovingly brushed a hoof along it as Zecora kissed her neck as well.
"Tell me my Bloom, would you like to cum soon?" she whispered.
"Please," the apple mare begged.
Zecora smiled deviously and flipped them around, pinning Apple Bloom to the bed as the Zebra stood tall over her. Kissing a trail down the length of her body. She could taste the sweat of the working farm mare, the distilled form of her intensive daily regiment and exercise. The curvature of her muscles down her thighs, perfectly sculpted from the decades-perfected form of applebucking that the Apple family had been ingrained into their very bloodline, felt like the most precious candy in the world. But the Shamare knew that the sweetest treat of all was quivering deeper down, soaking her flanks and making a mess of her bed.
The glistening folds of the apple mare's pussy were a sight that drove many crazy with arousal. It had to, the family had dozens of branches and hundreds of offspring every generation, and with the scent so enticing, Zecora could understand why. A single, slow, aching lick ran up the shivering folds of Apple Bloom's cunt, the intimate action spurring a squirt of arousal from the younger mare. Taste met Zecora's tongue, and it was clearly evident that the family of the Apple Clan were just as ripe and juicy as the produce they sold. A taste perfectly refined to encourage good, hardy breeding into the genes of this family, and generations of perfection had coalesced into the mare that Zecora had moaning underneath her right now.
Zecora kissed and flicked her tongue at the sloppy entrance, determined to tease and tickle her marefriend's pussy until she would beg and scream for her. The winking little love button was signalling clear as day that she was enthralled with her treatment, and with a devious chuckle, she started encircling the little nub.
With more than a decade in experience with her native tongue, the new world's language, rhyming and incantations for rituals, Zecora's tongue was legend amongst the adult scene in Ponyville, and Apple Bloom experienced the divine sensation first-hoof. She threw her head back and cried out in desire. Zecora's hooves, meanwhile, had been continuously stimulating her own cunt since she laid down, the polished hoof not as stimulating as a mare's tongue, but did enough to get her moist for what she knew would happen next.
"Ahn~! Zecora!"
The Zebra hummed as she dug in deeper.
"Yes! Yes! Please!"
"I can just sit here and fake it, until you decide to say it," the zebra muttered.
"Fuck me! Fuck my marehood with your own and make me scream!" she said.
Zecora's smile turned sharp as she leaned back and lined her own black-lipped marehood with Apple Bloom's dark yellow lips. She pressed forward and bopped their clits together. Apple Bloom nearly came then and there, and had Zecora continued clopping herself off, she'd had not been far off herself. Taking the reigns once more, Zecora rolled and bucked her hindquarters, planting a sloppy kiss the way only two mares could. The intimate makeout with their pussies left Apple Bloom screaming, ever thankful for the brush of the Everfree and the thunder outside, lest all of Ponyville hear them.
"Yes! Oh please, give it to me!"
With the apple mare begging beneath her, Zecora felt obliged to give her what she needed, what they both needed, and planted herself just right so she could rub their pussies together even faster. Taking care to mash their clits together every little thrust, she licked her lips at the sight beneath her. Apple Bloom nearly out of breath, her bright red mane spread out beneath her as she cried her name. The pining and longing in every decree surged the lightning in Zecora's chest, and she let herself drown in the river of pleasure that ran up her spine. Ever closer and closer, she let a moan slip out as she felt the edge getting closer and closer.
"Tell me, scream it to the stars above, tell me Apple Bloom, who do you love!?" Zecora screamed as she hurried her hips.
"You, Zecora! I love you!"
And thus, Zecora slammed herself down, squeezing their clits and cunts together once more as they both came. A waterfall of gushing cum, the scent of sex and love soaking into their fur and the sheets as the mares laid there, flank-to-flank as they reveled in the sheer ecstasy of it all. Apple Bloom was the first to recover, pulling a sheet over the both of them as she laid down on top of Zecora. The zebra hugged her lover close to her heart, kissing her as they drifted off to sleep.
"I love you too, my sweet Apple Bloom," Zecora whispered as she closed her eyes.
Author's Note
This was a Summer Sin gift to AJ Aficionado, I hope you enjoyed it!
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