Baby Come Closer

"So what were you tapping out during the feedback section?" Tender Taps asked Apple Bloom when they got back up to their hotel room.

"The - oh! Just trackin’ how much trouble we were in,” she chuckled, hopping up onto the bed and flopping back on it, her kneesock-clad legs dangling over the edge. “You know all the dancin’ stuff, but Ah know the script. Always gonna be two who are really at risk, the others are safe no matter what the audience says, unless they really screw up. So Ah've been tracking how many teams that I know should beat us that end up gettin' called out. When Foxy and Lance were put on the list, Ah knew that meant we'd be in the bottom two."

"And you keep saying you're not the smart one" Taps snorted. "Surprised we made it after what Chase said."

"Compared t'Sweetie, Ah still ain't," Bloom smirked. "She's called the last six seasons at week three. She's just a little biased this year. An' Chase probably saved our tails, so don't you worry about that. He an' Allegro have to go at it at least once a week to keep the mares back home gossipin' about 'em. The audience usually votes to spite him afterwards, so Ah'd rather be in the bottom with him yellin' at us than not."

"You've got this all figured out, huh?" Taps chuckled and slipped out of his shoes, relaxing back in his chair, reaching out with a foot to touch it to Apple Bloom's.

"Doin' mah best. He ain't wrong though. Ah could feel it up there." She tilted her head up to look at him over her prodigious rack.

"We okay?"

Taps looked at her, then got up to climb onto the bed next to her.

"Totally." He smiled and took her hand in his. "I'm just trying to not make you uncomfortable."

"Or get Applejack on yer case when we get home, huh?"

"Can you blame me? Your sister's scary when she wants to be."

"Mmm… she'd have to get through me first," she murmured, turning to kiss the side of his muzzle.

"Thanks." He smiled over at her, returning the kiss, letting himself linger against her lips before he continued.

"I've got a couple ideas for working around it next week. Starting with not wearing anything this damned tight."

"Ah dunno… Ah kinda like these," Apple Bloom teased, wrapping a hand around to pull him against her. "They show off all yer best features."

"And when you get me worked up," he pointed out. Her hand slid around to his front, resting hotly against the swelling beneath the denim.

"Ah know what Ah said."

She leaned in for another kiss, running her tongue along his lips. Taps opened his mouth, letting her take the lead now that they were off the dance floor, groaning as she teased him through his pants.

"What if Ah didn't want you workin' around anything next week?" She asked him as their lips parted.

Tender Taps blinked, needing a minute to catch up with his fillyfriend's thought process. As if to hurry him along, Apple Bloom's hand slid up to undo the brass button holding the waist of his jeans together. His cheeks burned bright red as she unzipped them next.

"W-we really shouldn't do this… what if-"

"Ah ain't in season, an' Ah've been takin' precautions fer a while now. You know how worked up a filly can get because of some of those pills?"

"But your fam-"

"They think we've been doin' this since we were a lot younger. AJ talks a big game because she doesn't want me gettin' hitched before Rainbow drags her out of the closet, that's all."

Taps swallowed hard as her fingers slipped beneath the denim to play over the thin cotton barrier between them and his sheath.

"What if I'm no good?" He asked her in a voice much too small for his toned, wiry body. Apple Bloom blushed a bit herself, pulling her hand out of his pants and wrapping it around the back of his head.

"Ah reckon ah wouldn't know, darlin'. You'll be the best Ah've ever had regardless."

She pulled him in for a kiss just before it dawned on him what she meant. She took one of his hands and guided it down to her chest, undoing the top button of her blouse before she let him take over.

He finished undoing her blouse, the two of them kissing hungrily as he pushed it back and off her shoulders, her yellow-furred breasts held back by a lacy purple bra that she quickly undid. The silk dropped onto Tender’s chest, his deft fingers pressing into her tits as his thumbs rubbed around her perky nipples.

“Mmm… find anything you like?” Bloom teased him. She leaned back, her eyes half-lidded as she unzipped her skirt and tossed it off the bed. She wriggled out of her panties next, while Tender Taps lifted his hips to slide out of his jeans and briefs. The two lovers laid on the bed, each flushed and trying to check out the other as well as they could.

"Celestia, you're gorgeous," Taps murmured as he took in Apple Bloom's near-naked body for the first time. It was all he could think to say; trying to pick out one thing about her was like picking a favorite start from the sky.

"Flatterer," she blushed, hugging him close and pressing her face into the crook of his neck. "The ribbon an' socks make me look like a filly."

"These don't belong to a filly," he grinned nervously, squeezing her breasts. "And I like the ribbon and socks," he added before kissing her. "Remind me of when we - hah!"

"Too rough?" Apple Bloom asked, snatching her hand back from the rigid length pressed against her thigh.

"Just startled me," Taps blushed, moving a hand down to her well-miscled thighs. "We're… we're really doing this, aren't we?"

"If you want to," Apple Bloom confirmed, taking his length in her hand again, her fingers wrapping around him and giving him a squeeze.

"As long as you do." He kissed her, moaning as she started to stroke his cock.

"For a long time, handsome," she grinned, rolling onto her back and pulling him on top of her, straddling her hips. "Love you, Tender."

"Love you too, Bloom," he leaned down to kiss her as she tried to angle his cock, only to find that they didn't quite have themselves positioned right, with his legs around hers.

"Hang on," he muttered, trying to shift his weight so she could move.

"Wai-ouch!" Apple Bloom winced as his hand caught in her hair and tugged at it roughly. "Hang on, just let me - horse apples!"

Tender Taps had rolled to the side quickly as she started lifting a leg, dodging taking a knee to the groin - but falling off the side of the bed in the process, thumping to the ground hard. Apple Bloom rolled over, looking at her boyfriend unceremoniously sprawled out on the floor, looking back up at her.

For a moment, they were both silent, each dreading what the other might say. Taps was the first to snicker, which set Apple Bloom off, and soon they were both laughing as she helped him back up onto the bed.

"Should've known better than t'let a cushy town pony like you take the reins," she teased. This time, he laid on his back, letting her straddle his hips instead.

"Yeah, yeah… the view's better from down here anyway," Taps decided, taking her hips in his hands and pulling her forward until the curly red hair between her thighs was brushing up against the orange spire between his.

"All about these apples, huh?" Bloom hefted her breasts, each about the size of her head, for emphasis.

"More like melons," he teased back, leaning up to take one of her breasts in his hands, wrapping his lips around one yellow nipple and suckling at it lightly."

"Mmm… let's stick with apples," Apple Bloom murmured, taking his shaft in hand and tilting it towards her hips. "'Cause I want you 'in cider.'"

She lifted her hips, guiding Tender Taps' tender tip to the hot, slick lips of her marehood. As she slid down, she bit her lip, savoring the sensation of her body stretching out around him. The colt groaned as he was engulfed by her hot, velvety folds, squeezing his eyes shut and deciding to just ignore the pun. She felt too damned good to argue humor with, especially as she started rolling her hips, working his flared tip around inside of her to get the last few inches worked into her cunt.

Finally, Apple Bloom's hips pressed against his, and she leaned forward, bracing her hands against his wiry pecs, running her fingers through his short orange fur.

“Fuck…” She held herself still, adjusting to having something so much thicker and longer than fingers down there, and then started to slide back up.

Tender helped lift her up, pulling his hips back before thrusting up into her. Apple Bloom gasped as he bottomed out inside of her, one hand going down to just above the unruly red hair that framed the mottled orange shaft sliding in and put of her virgin sex. They found a rhythm quickly, already used to moving in time with each other, and before very long at all Tender was fighting to hold back while Apple Bloom's fingers stroked her winking clit every time it came out.

"Not… not gonna last too long," Tender admitted, trying to distract himself from the feeling of slick filly flesh against his member.

"Fill me up, stud," Apple Bloom moaned.

Tender Taps pulled her down, their lips crashing together and tongues intertwining as his balls pulled up, emptying themselves into her hungry, eager womb. He felt her fingers moving frantically between them, then felt a gush of juices as she came hard around his cock, her inner walls rippling and milking his shaft for every last drop before she laid on top of him with a contented sigh.

"Mmm… now Ah get why Sugar Belle walks funny some mornings," she giggled. She brought her slick, cum-covered fingers up and licked them clean, making a bit of a face when she did. "That's gotta be an acquired taste though."

"Guess we're going to have to keep trying it," Taps smiled, hugging her close to him. "Everything's still good?"

"As long as it is with you," the farm filly murmured as she snuggled up close to him. "So, think you can handle a real samba now?"

"I dunno," Taps mused, then grinned at her. "Might take a little more practice."

Apple Bloom laughed and slapped her coltfriend's chest playfully.

"Goof."

"And you love me for it. Shower?"

"Snuggle first, shower after. Just… before everything dries into our fur."

Tender Taps pressed himself against Apple Bloom, kissing her tenderly as they settled in.