Applebloom knew what those hussies were up to from the very beginning.
It wasn't exactly hard to work out. Sweetie was too nice of a girl to be any good at lying, and Scootaloo had all the subtlety of a brick through your living room window. Even still, despite the fact that Applebloom was onto them for some time, Sweetie and Scootaloo continued to deny it. They weren't up to anything, they swore. Just trying new things, and any excuse for more Crusaders time was a good thing, right? So what exactly was Applebloom so upset about?
Well, partially the fact that she has worked her ass off to make it onto the varsity basketball team, even playing with a minor sprain in her wrist to avoid losing her spot. All that hard work and sacrifice to prove that she deserved to be on the team, that she had made it on her own merit and a love of the game, and her two idiot friends who never even pretended to care about basketball are suddenly right there with her. It was strange timing, and the fact that both a soccer-obsessed track star and a girl who's closest experience to athletic activity was channel-surfing both simultaneously decided to learn a new sport was inexplicable.
Or, at least, it would be, if not for the fact that the CHS Girls Varsity Basketball Team had a new coach for this semester.
"Alright, ladies, gather 'round."
Applebloom paused, mid-shot, and let her ball hit the asphalt. Sweat dripped from her forehead, splattering against the blacktop as she took a moment to catch her breath. With the gym needing renovations, practice had been taking place at a nearby park's outside basketball court, which meant playing under the beaming sun. Most days it was tolerable but, when the heat got too high, it could be miserable for Applebloom. Not because the temperature was too high for her, rather, too high for the coach.
"That means you too, sis. Hustle on over here."
Applebloom groaned, but made her way over to the small group of her fellow teammates, amongst which were her two so-called best friends. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle stood front and center, arms draped over the other's shoulder, and beckoned for Bloom to join. She begrudgingly acquiesced, coming into the group that stood before the coach; Big Mac was the best player on his team when he played, possibly the best player CHS ever saw. As such, it was a no-brainer to call him up when the last coach retired. Though Applebloom often fought with her brother, and found his demeanor to be oftentimes stifling and overprotective, she had to hand it to the man: he sure did know his basketball.
Even still, she wished he didn't have to coach them shirtless so often.
"Alright now, y'all are kickin' tail out there. We go against Crystal Prep on Sunday, and I reckon we stand a chance," said Mac. "We keep this up, and we're bringing home gold at the end of the season."
The team of girls nodded and murmured their agreement, though Applebloom couldn't help but notice that Sweetie and Scootaloo hadn't said anything. They were too busy staring at their coach, admiring the sweat that dripped down his musculature. Sweetie at least tried to be discreet, her eyes darting from Mac's bold emerald eyes to his glistening six pack to give the illusion that she was actually listening, but Scootaloo subscribed to no such methods. She openly gawked, biting her lip and taking in every inch of Mac's hard, toned body. Applebloom glanced over to her friends, who were devouring her brother with their eyes, and scoffed.
Skanky sluts, the both of them.
"We got a few days to prepare, so I'm gonna be giving y'all some more direct coaching," explained Mac. "Small groups, one or two players at a time, and we're gonna go through some plays. Imma need two volunteers for today and—"
"Us! Me and Swoots are free!" said Scootaloo, eagerly raising her hand before Applebloom could stop her. "Right, Sweetie?"
"Yep! Totally free, ready to train, coach!" agreed Sweetie. She and Scootaloo glanced to their left to gauge Applebloom's reaction.
If looks could kill, she would've had a double homicide on her hands.
"Alright, then. That settles that, I s'pose. AB, we can train on our own time whenever we get home. Everyone else, keep an eye on the group chat," instructed Mac. "I'll be sending y'all instructions later. We good?" An excited murmur of agreement rumbled throughout the team. "Good. Alright, y'all, that's that, then. Go on and get, I gotta make some calls. Scoot, Sweetie, I'll be with you in a minute."
"Sure thing, coach!" Scootaloo watched him walk away as the rest of the team departed, all but drooling at Mac's chiseled lats dripping with sweat. When it was just her, Sweetie, and Applebloom left, Scootaloo finally said what she had been thinking all practice. "Goddamn, he's so fucking hot…"
"Mhhm," agreed Sweetie, coyly nibbling on her knuckle. "So hot…"
"I'm finna kill y'all," growled Applebloom, suddenly jolting her two horny bimbo buddies from their stupor. "Don't think for a second I don't know what you two are up to."
"Wha?! Us? We're not 'up to' anything!" swore Scootaloo, with possibly the least convincing tone Applebloom had ever heard in her life. "I'm just saying, it's like 85 degrees, he's sweating buckets. He must be hot, we're all hot!"
"Yeah, AB, you need to lighten up," said Sweetie. "Just because your brother is cute—"
"And buff," added Scootaloo.
"And charming."
"Hunky."
"Gentle."
"Carved out of fucking marble."
"And just the sweetest guy anyone ever met doesn't mean anything," finished Sweetie. She noticed that, somehow, her rousing speech didn't seem to put Applebloom at ease. "What? I'm just saying…"
"Y'all remember when we started getting into boys and we made the agreement that older brothers were off limits?" said Applebloom flatly.
"Nope."
"I don't even have a brother."
"That's cause I ain't think we needed to make an agreement, because 'don't make heart eyes at your best friend's brother' is common fuckin' sense!" Applebloom was a hair's breadth away from getting violent with her best friends, but she managed to restrain herself. For now. "Listen here, you two. There's gotta be a hundred boys at CHS who would wanna knock boots with y'all. So why in God's name do you have to choose my brother, ya thirsty skanks?!"
Scootaloo and Sweetie shared a look as if Applebloom had began speaking French, utterly baffled by such a question.
"Uh, have you seen him?" asked Scootaloo. "He's like, King Hunk of Sexylot!"
"Seriously, AB, what kind of question is that?" added Sweetie. "Who doesn't want to get with Big Mac? I'm pretty sure I've seen Principal Celestia take a pass at him…"
"Well, tough tits for you two tramps," said Applebloom defiantly. "I ain't got plans today, either. So I ain't leaving y'all alone with my brother just so you can sneak off some place and bump uglies."
"AB, y'all need to head on home!" called Mac from a few feet away. He still had his phone in hand, and he clearly hadn't been paying attention the the exchange amongst the Crusaders. "Applejack needs you to take Granny to the podiatrist."
"What?! Why can't Ma and Pa take her?"
"Ma is held up at work, and Granny said she'd break her good foot off in Pa's behind before she goes with him. It's gotta be you."
"Motherfucker…" grumbled Applebloom under her breath. When she next spoke, she did so loud enough for Mac to hear. "Fine… I'll go! Just gimme a second, I gotta talk to these two cheddar brains about something…"
"Aw, dang, AB has to go…" sighed Scootaloo dramatically. "Oh well… guess me and Sweetie are just gonna have to hang out with Big Mac for a while…"
"Alright you two no-good, boy-hungry, knob-polishing, sword-swallowing, baby-bumping, brother-fucking, jock-jerking sluts, I swear to God up above!" With each hurled insult, Applebloom jabbed Scootaloo in the chest with a finger, sending her backpedalling slowly out of intimidation. "Y'all are my best friends, so I'm trusting y'all not to be a pair of sinning jezebels when I'm not around to rein you in. Mind you, if you was Diamond Tiara or someone, I woulda cleaned your clock by now for flapping ya gums about my brother."
"I mean, you'd probably punch DT anyway, cause she's such a giant bitch all the time."
"But, for some reason, I love y'all, so I'm gonna trust y'all. Promise me you won't do nothin' funny with my brother while I'm gone."
"You know what? Scoots, she's right," said Sweetie Belle, quite suddenly. She slid beside Scootaloo, draping her arm over her shoulder and pulling her close. "We're being really bad friends right now, and we're sorry about that. We promise, no funny business with your brother." Sweetie put her right hand up in a sign of sincerity. "Crusader's honor."
"Uh-huh…" Applebloom wasn't convinced, and Sweetie bumped Scootaloo with her hip to jolt her into contributing.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, uh, promise. Super promise!" Scootaloo put up her hand, just as Sweetie had. "Crusader's honor!"
"Hm… y'all ain't never go back on a Crusaders swear before…" mused Applebloom. "Fine. I'll take you at your word. I gotta split, so I'll see y'all tomorrow, okay?"
"See you then! Bye, AB!" Sweetie held her pose, waving innocently to Applebloom as she departed. After a minute, when Applebloom was surely out of earshot, she leaned over to whisper to her partner-in-crime. "You had your fingers crossed during that promise, right?"
"Fingers and toes, bitch, you know it," replied Scootaloo. "You ready?"
"Oh yeah. Let's go."
"Hey, girls?" called Mac, having finally finished with his calls. "Why don't y'all do some warmups while I hit the john? I gotta piss like a racehorse."
"Betcha he has a dick like one too," whispered Scootaloo, wearing an almost delirious grin.
"Huh?"
"Nothing, coach! We'll be here when you're ready!" said Sweetie Belle. She grinned from ear to ear as Mac made his way across the court and to the restroom, admiring everything from his chiseled back to his defined calves, even his rock-hard glutes so cruelly hidden behind rather baggy gym shorts. "Okay, we've only got a short window to get with Mac, so we need a plan! Let's see… I could ask him to help me with my shooting, that'll get him nice and close… then maybe you can act all jealous, and he'll like… Wait, where are you going?"
While Sweetie had been planning out their cunning scheme, Scootaloo had taken it upon herself to casually cross the court in the direction of the restroom, just where Mac had gone.
"Uh, I'm gonna go get some dick?” said Scootaloo, as if that should have been obvious. “Coming with?”
“You’re just gonna stroll into the men’s room?”
“Duh. That’s where the dick is.”
Sweetie prepared to retort, but ultimately realized that her friend had a point.
“Wait for me!”
After giving Sweetie a moment to catch up, Scootaloo boldly led the way to their prize; She stopped just outside of the men’s room, taking a moment to prepare herself both mentally and physically. In her opinion, she and Sweetie couldn’t have looked better if they tried. They covered all bases, hit every category that a hunk like Mac could want. Want curves? There were few girls around town with a better ass and set of tits than Sweetie, and, despite her innocent nature, she knew exactly how to flaunt her assets to whip the boys into a frenzy. More into the petite type? Look no further than Scootaloo, her five-foot-nothing frame smooth and lithe, contrasting starkly with Sweetie, who nearly popped out of her shorts and jersey. And while Sweetie could play the angel, Scootaloo brought spunk and fire, more than enough attitude to compensate for her diminutive stature. Coach Mac had told them, after many a practice, that they had the tools for greatness, and they just needed to execute.
Turns out, that applied to more than just basketball.
“Alright, I don’t think there’s anyone else in there,” said Scootaloo, her ear pressed against the door to listen. “Just follow my lead.”
“What, and let you get all of the attention? No way!” argued Sweetie. “I’m going in first, you follow me.”
“Look, I’m sure he has enough for both of us, and I promise not to hog him.” Scootaloo smirked, giving Sweetie a little wink. “You should feel special, I don’t like sharing. But, y’know, I love you and stuff.”
“Aww… Okay, if you promise to share, I’ll let you lead.” Sweetie gave Scootaloo’s smooth, toned ass a gentle pat. “Get in there, bitch!”
“Hell yeah!”
Scootaloo bust through the door, walking into the bathroom with a devious grin spread across her features. It was a small, simple room, only containing a urinal, a stall, a pair of sinks, and a hand dryer on the wall. Mac was still occupied at the urinal, not giving much attention to the sound of the door opening. Good for the Crusaders, he thought it was just another guy in need of the facilities. This gave Scootaloo the element of surprise, an advantage she made use of immediately. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at Sweetie, and set her master plan in motion.
“So I said to him, uh, maybe if you were like 6’2 and fit, maybe then I’d suck your dick, but uh…” Scootaloo turned to face forward, just in time to see Big Mac jump in surprise. True to her hopes, he slightly turned towards the sound of her voice out of reflex, before immediately turning back away to hide his “shame”.
From the quick glimpse she caught, Scootaloo didn’t think he had anything to be ashamed about.
“Oh my God! Coach, what are you doing here?!” demanded Scootaloo, feigning outrage. It was a hard sell, given how openly she grinned at the little peek she managed to sneak at Mac’s package. “This is the lady’s room!”
“Y’all got urinals in the lady’s room?” grumbled Mac, trying to tuck himself away.
“Oh. Hm. Guess we went into the wrong bathroom…” Scootaloo tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Sorry about that, Mac. And sorry for, y’know. Seeing your dick.”
“Yeah, we really should be more careful,” agreed Sweetie, nodding eagerly.
“It’s fine, just… Are y’all just gonna stand there?” It was only then, it seemed, that Mac realized that something was amiss. “Come to think of it, the lady’s room is on the other side of the road. How’d ya manage to go to the wrong—”
“Wait a sec, Swoots! We totally saw coach’s junk!” gasped Scootaloo. “Do you know what that means?”
“Sure do!” said Sweetie, despite having precisely zero clue where Scootaloo was headed with this.
“Uh, pretty sure Sweetie couldn’t have seen nothin,” noted Mac. “You barely even saw anything, so—”
“It means that, unless we want things to be super awkward, he has to get even, so…” Scootaloo swiftly tugged down on the front of her shorts, flashing her tight, snug snatch before Mac could even think to argue. “Come on, Swoots, you too. Let’s be fair.”
“Girls, what in the Sam hills are you—” Mac stopped when Sweetie followed in Scootaloo’s example, pulling her shorts down to her knees. Whereas Scootaloo was completely smooth between the legs, Sweetie had a tasteful landing strip of pale pink fuzz pointing enticingly to her flower. Even though Mac considered himself to be a respectful, stand-up guy, he was still a guy, at the end of the day. A guy seeing his sister’s hot friends flash their lady bits at him in the semi-privacy of a public restroom. He couldn’t help but stare, as the blood from his brain decided to go someplace more vital. "Uh…"
"You know what, Swoots?"
"What, Scoots?"
"Coach here has been shirtless all day."
"Sure has been, huh?"
"What're y'all getting at?" asked Mac.
"Well, if we're trying to get even over the whole 'seeing your cock' thing, then…"
Without another word, Scootaloo and Sweetie raised their jerseys up, pulling their sports bras up with them, to flash their tits at their coach. Mac stared, slack-jawed, and took in every inch of their perfect bodies, round curves and smooth flat chest alike. Now with a captive audience, the girls completely removed their clothes, staring at their coach with an almost predatory level of desire.
"Y'all know Applebloom is gonna kill me for this, right?" said Mac with a sigh. The Crusaders shared look with one another and nodded rabidly.
"We're right there with you, big guy," said Scootaloo. "She's gonna be maaaaaaaaad. Til then, though… Wanna have some fun?"
"Look at that fucking bulge," drooled Sweetie, pointing at the protrusion in question; the outline of his package through the thin fabric of his shorts made it incredibly clear that his "Big" moniker was not undeserved. "That answer your question?"
"Oh yeah, this is gonna rule!" Scootaloo crossed the restroom in a flash, nuzzling up close to the coach and rubbing his bulge through his shorts. "So, what do you say, coach? Ready for some 'private practice'?"
In lieu of any verbal answer more than a slightly tired sigh, Big Mac dropped his shorts to the floor, finally giving the girls a nice, good look at what he was packing; A good nine inches of succulent meat, thick and veiny enough to make the girls' mouths water. Scootaloo dropped to her knees with a manic little giggle, clutching Mac's cock in her small, delicate hands and feeling the hot, hefty organ grow harder in her grasp. Unable to contain herself any further, Scootaloo parted her lips and took Mac's fat cockhead into her mouth.
A moan escaped Scootaloo, her eyes rolling back in her head at the taste of Mac's cock on her tongue. So salty, so musky, so manly. Like fireworks on her tongue, and electricity throughout her body. Scootaloo grabbed onto Mac's package and slowly bobbed her head forward, taking more and more of his length into her mouth. Sweetie slid forward to join in on the fun; she held Mac steady with one hand on his firm, toned glutes, while she used the other to guide Scootaloo's head along.
"Suck him good, Scoot," purred Sweetie, rustling her friend's hair. She stood up on her tiptoes in order to latch her lips onto Mac’s, his strong tongue lashing her mouth and melting her like ice cream on the sidewalk. Sweetie moaned sensually when Mac’s big, strong hands found her ample backside, squeezing and groping her soft, squishy ass in his powerful grasp. His fingerprints left imprints in Sweetie’s doughy flesh, and those five marks vanished into the stinging imprint of his hand when he spanked her. Sweetie giggled and moaned, pulling away for a breath. She grasped for air, her tongue hanging out of her mouth as it stood connected to Mac via a thin, glistening string of spit. “Y’know, I bet I can do a better job than she can.”
Scootaloo looked up sharply, eyebrow cocked at her friend. She didn’t much care for that suggestion, and so Scootaloo resolved to prove her wrong; with her jaw stretched to its limit, she forced another inch of Mac’s sweaty, musky cock into her mouth, and then another, and another. She got nearly halfway down before she began to gag, but still, she persevered. She choked down another succulent inch of meat before being forced to admit that she had reached her limit, and pulled back for some air.
“Be a shame to make her stop now,” said Mac, through gritted teeth. “She’s just gettin’ the hang of it.”
“Hehe. Fine, she can keep your cock, for now,” said Sweetie. “I’ve got other ideas, anyway.”
Despite being distracted by Scootaloo’s resumed attempt at swallowing his whole length, Mac still managed to scrounge up enough focus to be curious as to what Sweetie meant. Luckily, she didn’t leave him guessing long before she made her way behind him and dropped to her knees. Her delicate hands grabbed his firm, toned cheeks and spread them as much as his muscular glutes would allow, giving Sweetie a chance to dive in tongue-first. She let out a moan, and rabidly licked and sucked every droplet of pure masculinity as she could manage. She buried her face in deep, until her tiny little nose was crinkled up against the small of Mac’s back. Scootaloo broke free for a moment, observing the way her coach groaned in delight with a tiny smirk.
“She’s such a nasty bitch,” remarked Scootaloo.
“Mhhmph!” Sweetie seemed to agree with that sentiment, her agreement only exemplified when she reached up with both hands to stroke Mac’s cock as she ate his ass.
“Enough warm-ups, I want the real deal!” Scootaloo hopped to her feet, taking a step closer to Mac. To her surprise, he pushed her away slightly, leading her until her back was against the wall. With nowhere to run, she was powerless to resist when he grabbed up her left leg and raised it up. Luckily, Scootaloo was plenty flexible, and she was able to rest her foot on Mac’s shoulder. The coach took advantage of this position by splitting Scootaloo’s tight hole with his fat cock and immediately rocking his hips into her cunt.
"Oh fuck, he's huuuuuge!" moaned Scootaloo. Every inch of Mac's thick cock sent a blinding spike through Scootaloo's slim, smooth body, and somehow, no matter how deep he went, Mac seemed to have more to give. Her toes curled in time with Mac’s thrusts, and her bodies quaked like a leaf in the wind from the electric pleasure of her tight cunt being split by her best friend’s brother. “Gimme more! Come on, make me yours, coach!”
With a tight, wet, heavenly pussy around his cock, and a beautiful angel of a girl throwing herself, full-bore and tongue-first, into his asshole, Mac was in his own little slice of paradise. Even still, he was a gentleman at heart, and when a lady asked for something, he took it as his civic duty to provide it; He worked his hips faster, slamming into Scootaloo’s tiny frame with enough force to break a less determined girl. Soon, he was moving so fast that Sweetie couldn’t keep up, and she rather begrudgingly emerged from Mac’s glutes. She licked the sweat and drool from her lips and stood up, sticking herself as close to Mac as possible and letting her dainty hands wander, exploring his chiseled physique.
“Give it to her, daddy,” whispered Sweetie, caressing Mac’s abs as he drilled Scootaloo into a sloppy puddle against the restroom wall. “Just make sure you save your load for me.”
“Hm?” Mac, focused on the task ahead, couldn’t manage more than just a curious grunt.
“Unlike short stuff over here, I’m on the pill. That means no pulling out for you, daddy.” Mac let out another breathy growl, which only served to make Sweetie giggle. “Ooh, you like the sound of that, huh? You gonna cum inside me, big boy? Gonna fill me with your load?”
“Fuck me, just like that!” If Scootaloo heard what Sweetie was saying, she didn’t mention it, likely too distracted by the stretching she was receiving at the hands of her coach to pay her slutty partner-in-crime much attention. “I’m so close, coach! Oh God, yesssss!”
“Go ahead, daddy. Make the little slut squeal.”
Mac couldn’t ignore a request like that, and so he resolved to do just as he had been asked; He dug his feet down and gripped Scootaloo tightly around the waist before laying into her even more ferociously than before. Each thrust brought with it an attempt from Scootaloo to speak, and each and every time, words failed her in favor of a deranged, unhinged, but undoubtedly delighted moan. Scootaloo reached up and sank her fingers into Mac’s back, her fingernails digging into his firm muscles as he fucked her. She held on for dear life, even as the pleasure grew to be too much, and she shrieked out in unbridled, unrivaled, inescapable pleasure; Scootaloo jerked her hips in Mac’s direction, her body taking control from her mind as it descended into the throes of her orgasm. She let out a weak little moan as she tried to take in breath, her flat chest heaving from the intensity of her climax. Scootaloo smiled, eyes mostly lidded and nearly closed, before blowing Mac a kiss and lowering her leg from his shoulder. She was weak from her activities, unable to feel much of her legs, so Scootaloo slid down the wall and lay flat on her back to recover.
Sweetie had no interest in waiting for that to pass, and she acted immediately; After giving Mac’s firm glutes a gentle spank, she made her way around to Mac’s front, and stepped over Scootaloo’s forlorn body. Turned away from Mac, she bent forward with her hands on the wall for stability and swayed her hips enticingly, as if inviting Coach to take a shot at her goal.
As it turns out, Mac didn’t need much convincing to run that play, as he immediately grasped Sweetie by the hips and forced himself into her. It was unclear if such things were possible but, were Mac a betting man, he’d say Sweetie was somehow even tighter than Scootaloo. Her walls felt softer, more velvety, and she milked him with her cunt in a way that a simple farmboy-turned-sports-instructor never expected to experience.
He lost a bit of his composure, a bit of animalistic instinct bubbling to the surface when he firmly placed his hand against the back of Sweetie’s head and drilled her into the wall. Far from being put off by this, the extra intensity and the ferocity was exactly what Sweetie had wanted. From the moment a young Sweetie saw her best friend’s big brother working the field with no shirt on, she dreamed of being thrown around by what she could only describe as a perfect specimen of masculinity. So strong, so firm, so pungently manly. Such a perfect man, Sweetie was certain that she could’ve brought herself to climax just from tonguing his firm, sweaty ass.
She had no complaints with what was transpiring instead, which was Mac’s fat, throbbing dick plowing her pussy to smithereens. The soft cush of her rear bouncing off of Mac;s statuesque pelvis resulted in a lewd “plap” sound with each thrust. The noise grew louder, wetter, more aggressive with each passing moment, as Mac increased the ferocity of his thrusts. He just couldn’t help himself, Sweetie’s pussy felt simply divine. He pushed her a bit harder against the wall, taking her quivering moan and clenching walls as signs that such roughness was welcome.
“That’s it, daddy, fuck that pussy,” moaned Sweetie, rolling her eyes back in her head a bit at the dazing pleasure. “I want you to ruin me! Demolish my sloppy little pussy!”
“Heh,” chuckled Scootaloo, stirring underneath Mac and Sweetie as they fucked like wild, untamed beasts. She looked up, her vantage point just right to see Mac’s heavy nuts swinging with each thrust, and she lazily slipped her hand between her legs to toy with her cunt. “Slut…”
“Ignore… her…” breathed Sweetie. “She already had her turn! Just fuck me harder, make me your slut, daddy… Give me that fat, juicy—Mnfh!”
Sweetie bit her lip so hard that it nearly broke the skin, her pleasure reaching a fever pitch when Mac grabbed a fisftful of her soft, silky hair and gave it a firm yank while he fucked her. She slapped her palm against the wall, a pitiful attempt at “tapping out”, but Mac was no quitter; Once he realized Sweetie was cumming, he picked up the pace, slamming into her even harder, deeper into her quaking, quivering cunt. While he yanked her hair with one hand, Mac used the other to return the favor and spank Sweetie across her thick, jiggly posterior, leaving a large, angry red handprint against her porcelain skin. With each thrust, Sweetie’s pussy twitched and clamped down hard, and it finally grew to be too much for even a perfect specimen like Mac. Finally, he let out a groan, and his cock pulsed inside of Sweetie as it shot out rope after rope after hot, thick, sticky rope of cum into her hungry pussy. It felt like a never-ending flood, each pulse of warmth seeming to be stronger than the last, before Sweetie finally wiggled herself off of Mac’s massive tool, and let out a steady trickle of cum from her lower lips and down onto Scootaloo’s face.
“Awesome…” Scootaloo let her mouth hang open, catching droplets of sweat, jizz, and Sweetie’s drippings with her tongue. “Fuck, that ruled!”
“You s-said it, Scoot,” agreed Sweetie shakily, leaning back on Mac for support; Even as spent as he must’ve been from catering to both horny teens, he barely moved, and held Sweetie up with minimal effort. “D-definitely worth the wait.”
“Oh, was it, now?”
Sweetie, Scootaloo, and Mac all jerked their heads to the doorway, all three of them paralyzed at the sight before them. Wearing a scowl and carrying an aura of fury to unseat The Devil himself, was Applebloom, arms crossed and pouting.
“Worth the wait, huh?” she scoffed. “Was it worth the ass-kickin’ y’all are about to get?”
Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle shared a glance, conferencing with one another using only sex-dazed eye contact.
“Uh, duh?”
