Love is in Bloom

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>>28031784

That sounds like an awesome story. I can't do it, cause this one's gonna last awhile longer and I've got something set up for after that, but if you could get somebody to do that, I'd be all for it.

>>28032630
Did we get a description of SB and Scoot's swimsuits? I may or may not be working on a sketch.

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>>28033543
While Staggy-sempai was describing Bloom and Anon I was focusing on the two shocked girls opposite them.

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>>28033543
Only this, I believe.
>They were suits of purple, red, and swirling pink and purple, each attached to the girl holding the matching hair color.

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so this became a story thread, huh?
good because you promised that you won't turn this into yet another general and i was about to tell you to eat a dick made of shit. but a greentext thread is somewhat okay
i'll give you a point for not being a patrician scum

>>28034090
and one assumes they matched the ones in the previous swimming pool part since scoots at least would not be able to afford more than one. so maybe go back a bit

>>28034792
I swear everytime I browse while sleep deprived someone says exactly what I'm thinking.

Okay time for time-filling green from me.. sequel to show-me-yours-show-you-mine barn activities story. kind of less cutely awkward this time, probably should have made this part 3, but this is what came out, and I'm not much of a writer.
pre-apologies if formatting gets weird, copying from notepad.

>This is it! You've been looking forward to it all week!
>Your parents are out of the house all day, and Apple Bloom has agreed to come hang out in your room.
>You haven't felt this excited since.. well, since yesterday, when you THOUGHT she was going to hang out with you at a special spot in the woods, but at the last minute she couldn't make it. You understood of course, family stuff, but you were still disappointed, which only enhances the perfection of TODAY!
>Even better, because it gets to be in your own house! You're pleased to have the home turf comfort, but you remind yourself to make sure AB feels comfortable
>Your heart has been racing since you woke up, and you haven't gotten below a soft-on. You masturbated pretty early yesterday when you heard the disappointing news, thinking about how it would have been (that magazine under your bed is getting downright dusty from disuse), and haven't done it at all since. The last thing you want is for the refractory period to make you look anything less than manly.

>>28035259
>The knock at the front door gives you a jolt you haven't felt in some time.
>As you go downstairs, you briefly consider answering the door naked, just to set the tone... You're too chicken. It might not even be her, after all.
>Oh it's her alright. All not-very-many-feet of her. Some red hair (that appears to have been tidied up a little). a big pink bow. coppery red-gold eyes. A long, loose tank top (with nothing underneath) that wouldn't hide a thing if she moved around at all. A pair of microscopic short shorts, only the very bottom hem visible. A pair of long pale yellow legs, and a pair of bare feet at the bottom. She came over barefoot again. That's so damn cute for some reason. Like, kitten-cute. Even though you're the same age, you seem to feel a bit of paternal feelings mixed in. Like if she was an animal or a baby, you'd be compelled to pet her and make cutesy voices at her.
>"Hi Anon! Um, yer house looks real nice!"
>She's been here before, but probably felt pressured to say something. You see a slight nervousness on her face that contrasts slightly with the utter lack of hesitation she showed in the barn last week.

>>28035268
>You have to remind yourself that last week really did happen, even if it FELT like a dream. You and Apple Bloom really did take your clothes off. You actually looked at each others' genitals up close. And (somehow most excitingly of all) you kissed her and she didn't recoil in horror. She actually agreed to spend more time with you, specifically in the altogether.
>You still feel like it's important to make sure of things one more time
"Hi! It's great to see you again.. I had a really fun time in, uh, in the barn with you.."
>"Me too, Anon. You're nice" That tiny simple honest compliment fills you with incredible glee. "that's why ah came over. Ah wouldn't just do that with anyone.." This is the absolute truth, you are the first boy she's spent considerable time with, and despite your young ages, Apple Bloom feels eager to make up for perceived lost time.
>The two of you head up the stairs. Though she has been to your house before, for a sort of 'meet the neighbors' group family dinner, she has never been inside your room. You open the door, emblazoned with a Killer Flanksteak poster, and chivalrously gesture for your young companion to enter while you hold the door for her

>>28035279
>She walks past a few other posters to your main collectibles shelf. "Wow, Anon. You got a lotta action figgers!" You appreciate her use of the specific term. somehow 'toys' just sounds childish
>Just when you think she might be patronizing you, Apple Bloom actually picks up your Hyper Lord Tirek figure and deftly removes and replaces part of his armor, showing surprisingly adept knowledge of.. well nevermind that now. Point is, this girl is marriage material.
>You sit down on the bed and start taking off your socks, hoping she remembers-
>"Oh yeah, our rule!" She says, somehow knowing that it was your idea too, even if you never said it out loud and she came up with it independently, and was the first to voice it.
>"Ah should've prolly gotten nekkid right outside the front door n' been standin' there when you opened it." she chuckles to herself, while she pulls off her tank top, exposing her meager but beautiful chestal assets.
"Hahahaha! I was thinking the same thing!"
>"We're both a coup'la pervs" she says while dropping her shorts. Did.. did she go commando? You don't see any panties.
"Were you not wearing any.."
>"Ah decided not to waste any time. Oh no, did you wanna sniff 'em or somethin'?" You actually can't tell if she's teasing you, genuinely sad for you, or both. "Ah've heard of guys doin' that. I wonder what that's about.." Before you can answer, she reaches down, takes the briefs from the pile of clothes you've made and brings them up to her face
>"Y'know whut? That does smell nice." She picks up your shirt and inhales deeply. "You smell good, Anon. Maybe since we already looked at each other, we should give our other senses a try."

>>28035259
First time hearing about this. It sounds cute.

>>28035286
>You nervously wonder if 'taste' is going to come up, but before you can figure out a way to lead things in some fun direction, Apple Bloom takes the lead.
>She grabs your hands and holds them out for a moment, looking you up and down. You do the same, trying to etch every inch of her skin to memory. Especially the bits that differ from your own anatomy.
>She then pushes you back down onto the bed, kneeling down herself, knees intertwined with yours, and presses her chest into you. "Jus' hold me for a little while, okay? Mah heart's goin' like a jackhammer an' i don' wanna pass out"
"Did my scent do that to ya?"
>You wrap your arms around her, instantly wishing you had done more pushups so you could really impress her with your grip. "Shut up" she playfully answers, burying her face in your right clavicle.
>You smell her hair. It must have just been washed. You can pick up hints of apple, but not real apples, something someone added to a shampoo. You move your head down and lift up one of her arms, taking a deep inhale just like hers. There's something in her scent you can't identify, but it's different from anything you can remember ever smelling. Something special.
>Your erection, which had already gone up to full mast at the moment she touched her front to yours, throbs at the mysterious hormonal stimulant. It taps her gently on the knee, leaving a sticky spot behind. You hope she doesn't notice it. You haven't even noticed yet that she's doing the same, and will be leaving a lot of her scent behind on your bed later.

>>28035291
>"Anon..?" Apple Bloom inquisits quietly, pulling away gently from you and looking you in the eyes
>Her face is bright red, the blush spreading over her ears and over her entire breasts, where they had been touching you.
"Yeah Apple Bloom?"
>There is nothing in the world she could ask you right now that you wouldn't answer yes to.
>"What parts o' me do you like.. aside from the obvious bits."
>You couldn't be happier with the direction of this conversation. Somehow the only thing better than looking at naked girl body is talking about it. Honesty has done you well this far, so you decide to risk embarrassment
"I like your feet... Um, and your hands. Just the way they're so little and slender and you go around barefoot everywhere.. You're like a fairy."
>You hope she doesn't think that's weird or it makes her self-concious or anything. It sounded weird, right? You couldn't possibly say something like that to any other girl. You once told a girl in 3rd grade that she reminded you of a bunny. She didn't remotely find that flattering, but that's how you meant it. For some reason, later, a teacher took you aside and asked if you "had said her name sounds like apples", as apparently there had been some kind of offense and a lot of suspects were being grilled about it. Like maybe a weird kinda telephone game situation had happened? Weirdly enough here you are with a girl whose name literally does sound like apples. Speaking of, you wonder if she likes your adam's apple or what
"What about me?"
>"Ah like your chest, an' your shoulders.. they're all broad and... this thing here, I dunno what it's called" she traces her finger along your clavicle.
"Collarbone I think"

>>28035299
>You sit there in silence for a little while, a little less distracted this time by your concepts of how forbidden it is, feeling a bit more natural. A thought begins to grow in both of your minds, relating to just how natural it is.. This time you take the first step
"Do you.. umm.. know how it all works? M-my uh, I mean, a guy's body"
>"Oh sure" she brags, returning a bit to the yarn-spinning mode she utilized when you first broached.. breached? broasted? When you first brought up the subject of her sleepwear or lack thereof. "Ah know all about it." This isn't actually a fib, Apple Bloom has watched every phylum of animal in Sweet Apple Acres doing what it does to continue its species. In some cases, really closely. She's watched its end result, too, on more than one occasion.
>In addition to that, she and her friends Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle have had a lot of very steamy discussions at sleepovers about how sex works among people of the BIPED persuasion (upon hearing this mild bit of cleverness from Sweetie's mouth, AB briefly thought she was talkin' bout one or two different kinds of confused alternative folk put together). Scootaloo in particular had some very.. graphic explanations and some tall tales of her own, which her friends HOPED she hadn't actually participated in. That the stories tapered off and became more about other people over time indicated that she was probably trying to sound cool when they first met, but did so less as they became closer friends.
"M-me too. I mean, they taught us everything in school."
>you were going to try to make it sound like you had a lot of experience with girls, but the words just didn't form, and you defaulted to an enhanced version of the truth. You figure you might as well spill it
"Actually, sex ed was terrible. Couldn't make out a damn thing from those diagrams. Heaven FORBID they should let us see legible pictures of something we all fantasize about 24/7"

>>28035314
>Apple Bloom feels a swell of emotion hearing you bare more than your skin, even just slightly, and amends her previous statement. "Well actually, ah've never seen a feller.. Any kind of.. um.. up close.. stuff." She stumbles, collects herself, and solemnly confesses "Ah kinda fibbed to you before about skinny dippin' with anyone older'n a little kid. An' we didn't even HAVE sex ed!"
"Heh.. we both got excited in the barn, didn't we? I didn't really sleep naked every night like I said.. b-but I have been since then. I felt bad about making that up. (and it feels good anyway, so..)"
>As you look into each others' eyes, you suddenly feel a new connection with each other, beyond just that of a friend you can violate a few taboos with.
>"Ah'd love to learn.. from you. I've sure as hell never seen a guy demonstrate his, uh, his body.. in person, y'know?" As close as you are beginning to feel, neither of you really has the words to make more direct requests. Not yet.
"Sure! I'd.. I'd be happy to jack off for ya."
>You've fantasized about this situation so many times in so many variations, it's positively surreal now. A real naked girl in front of you for you to use as your masturbation fuel, yet you actually feel a lot more for her than you ever have for images in a magazine. Among other things, she's your age. Still, gazing romantically into her eyes stops pretty completely at that point, as your eyes instead wander her body. Her nipples. Her tummy. Her skinny legs, and the faintly-haired bit in between them. That vertical line you're realizing for the first time is just as wet and drippy as you are.
>As you grab hold and start showing her how you pleasure yourself, she spreads her legs. "Um, you wanna.. see inside again?" You nod and grunt affirmatively. She uses two fingers to spread herself apart.

>>28035327
>Apple Bloom's gaze is fixed raptly on your rod as your hand slides up and down. "It's so.. big.. Ah am just lovin' lookin' at yer.."
>You never did think of a name you liked. "cock" is so gross and pornesque. You just default to the most commonly-used one
"My dick?"
>"Yeah! Umm, ah don't know what to say, but it's.. it's really big an' ah'm so happy you're lettin' me look at you while you pump yer dick." Her awkwardness is incredibly cute. Even if her words are kind of forced and artificial, you appreciate the feeling behind them. "Is there.. anything more ah can be doin' to help?"
>You are suddenly so stunned your hand stops moving. She couldn't mean-
>"Would you maybe like to watch me um.. touchin' myself too?"
>Girls do that? I mean, yeah of course they do, but... NEIGHBOR girls too? "It's only fair, right?"
"I'd love to.. Oh god, Apple Bloom, you're so-"
>You weren't even gripping as your orgasm racked through you, probably the strongest you've ever had. A feeling of surprise you haven't felt as intensely since that very first night when you were just messing around with it, not really knowing why it felt so good, bending it in all directions until it started throbbing in a way that reminded you of a pulled muscle, and you almost worried you broke it until liquid shot out and you realized 'oh right, that thing that happens'
>It sure must have been strong though, as when you come back to your senses you realize you've practically painted Apple Bloom in your semen. It's all over her left tit and shoulder, a bit managing to get high enough to get in her hair, and the remainder landing on one thigh

>>28035336
"Oh god, oh shit, I'm sorry. I should have warned you, but I didn't expect- oh shit, where's my soc-, oh no of course you don't want THAT gross thing on you, um, here's a clean one!"
>As your fear center goes into overload, worrying you've just grossed out the first girl ever to spend time with you closely as friends, let alone in something this unexpectedly intimate, you grab a sock from where you usually keep clean ones, in a place where your mom won't think it's that weird if she finds one in your bed afterwards. You dab it on Apple Bloom's thigh, almost unable to meet her gaze
>She starts laughing, but doesn't quite get through the second 'ha'. It wasn't THAT funny that you were that worried. "You're not gross, Anon. You're not a biohazard! Ah knew your jizm was comin' out at some point or another. Ah didn't fully expect it to get on me, but ah don't mind. Really!"
>She takes your hand with the sock in it, holds it to her breast, and gives you a kiss to seal the deal.
>Somewhere in her mind she considers fully illustrating her lack of revulsion to your fluids by tasting some, but that feels about two steps higher'n the stepladder she's currently balancin' on, an' the height's currently' more'n adequate to reach this here branch fulla apples. Back on the backburner that thought goes.
>"Now ah believe.. ah was about to show you how a girl's bits work. It's a little more complicated than that joystick you've got" she points to your diminished but still turgid honker, depositing enough on your sheets to make a definite stain later.
>"Go ahead an' get any view you want. No danger of the front row gettin' messy here less'n you actually climb on stage"

>>28035343
>Still reeling from the emotional and hormonal rollercoaster, you awkwardly reposition yourself a few different ways, before settling onto your stomach with your face about a foot away from Apple Bloom's sweet glistening peach, one hand holding up your jaw with the other propping you up.
>"Ah swear, whether it's a pussy or a football game, you men know exactly where you wanna look, and yer eyes get plumb glued to it."
"Damn straight"
>"Now pay good attention, there'll be a test on this later!" She snickers. "Whut ah like to do is.. first just rub on mah lips here.." she illustrates, pressing her fingertips into her labia gently and following their length. "then slowly.." she immediately starts breathing heavily "just put one finger inside."
>She squeaks. This feels a lot better than it ever did before. Apple Bloom had no doubt in her mind whatsoever that she enjoyed bein' looked at, and made a secret wish to never have to do it unviewed again.
>Her sex grows redder and more swollen as her ministrations continue. You find yourself fascinated at this change, so similar to what happens to your own genitals, but also so different. You feel like an explorer, seeing something hidden that no other male gets to see, and probably nobody else period. Even Apple Bloom herself would have difficulty viewing the changes in her own genital region.
>"Ah um.. Ah've never told anyone this, but when ah was younger, ah used to just hump a pillow or a st- uh, cushion, til ah got off. Most o' the time, ah didn't"
"I guess it really is less straightforward for girls."
>"It was actually Scootaloo that taught me how yer s'posed to do it. Ah mean, she just tol' me, she didn'-" Apple Bloom blushes at the accidental implication of improper foolin' around with another girl. Though actually Scoots HAD done it right in front of her. She felt proud that she didn't act embarrassed like Sweetie Belle, who probably STILL humps stuffed animals, and just looked right at it matter-of-factly.

>>28035352
>"Anyway, see um.. See right here?" Like you could look away. "That's mah clit. Once it gets good

and.. ahh.. ahh... ah just gently rub it.. and.." Her scholarly explanations, upon which you've been

hanging on every word, really, devolve into a lot of moaning and panting. You swear she whispers your

name a couple times, but without voicing it. The smell wafting through the air is absolutely incredible.
>Finally she cries out as if in pain, with two fingers inside of her, each brushing her clit as they follow the path in and out of her little honey pot. The cries crescendo into one sustained note as her whole body convulses, and then falls limp against your bed. This is part genuine reaction and part dramatic play on her part, but any enjoyment she may have been about to get from the trust-exercise fantasy of presenting herself as depleted and helpless is interrupted as she hits her head on the wooden edgeboard of your bed
>"Fuckin SHIT!" She curses, rubbing her head, slightly more hurt than embarrassed.
>You instinctively pull her into your arms and make sure she's alright. The two of you start laughing, amazed at how close you've come from just playing i'll-show-you. Though really, every time you've spent time together prior, you got along fantastically. It's no surprise.
>You both lie down on your bed for a while, nearly falling asleep. The reality of time and normal-life obligations hits you at a certain point, and you decide to make the best of it, not lose track of time and kick yourself later.

>>28035368
>You hop off the bed, grabbing a nude, sweaty Apple Bloom along with you by her hands, and eagerly run downstairs.
>"Where're we goin, Anon?"
"Just.. around the house! How often do we get to run around naked in the house?"
>Taking your rhetorical question seriously, as she dismounts the last few stairs of the staircase in one playful leap, she answers "late at night sometimes, when everyone else is asleep, ah like to just walk around nekkid. It feels excitin' knowin ah could get caught."
>This is something you had done as a younger kid, and something you thought about sometimes.. though in a lot of your imaginary scenarios, it was at school or at a theme park or something.
"Are you serious or are you just trying to make me like you even more?"
>You half-realize this is the first time you've ever actually confessed affection to her out loud.
>"Ah told you, we're a pair'a pervs. You an' me are gonna raise a messa chilluns an' raise em all nudists." She seems not to take this as a serious proposal, but more as direct innuendo about the acts required in order to reproduce said chitterlings. Or is that an abbreviation for 'childrens'? You have some dialect to sort through still.
>In any case, you run with it. The two of you go around the house, acting out normal everyday life behaviors, gloriously nude. Like a somewhat more grown-up version of 'playing house', you enjoy showing her where and how you live, letting her in on your personal life. You make each of you a bowl of cereal, sit on the couch, and watch what passes for TV this far out (until you met Apple Bloom, you were seriously considering hating living out here, primarily because of the lack of cable).
>You don't even care as you both walk in front of the wide-open curtains, as there's nobody around for miles anyway.

>>28035378
>Finally, you realize it's getting late. Your parents won't be home til noonish tomorrow, but Apple Bloom still has to get back before dinner, or rather 'supper'. You wonder if there's totally different dishes involved. Maybe you need to eat over at her house next time.
>"Ah shoot, it's too late now an' ah didn't take a shower with you. Ah always wanted to do that"
"There'll be other times, right? Lots more."
>she beams up at you "Ah reckon so. Anyway ah'd rather keep what you left on me a li'l longer."
>Amazed once more by what a crazy, fun girl you've managed to come within 100 miles of, you give her a good, long kiss before letting her go.
>She opens the door and actually steps over the threshold before feeling a slightly unfamiliar breeze on certain parts of her.
>"Oh, right. Mah clothes" You aren't even sure if she did that on purpose or what.
>Properly covered again (what was skimpy before now seems tragically overdressed), Apple Bloom gives you a big hug. "Next time ah can wrangle it, we need to go check out that spot in the woods ah talked about before. It's real secluded, y'know." What did this girl have in mind? How is it possible for her to continue to make you happier like this?
>She whispers in your ear "An' Anon.. ah'm gonna sleep nekkid too from now on. So make sure you always do, an' we'll think about each other every night"
>What magazine? You own a magazine?
>After she's really and truly gone, and you've watched longingly as she disappeared from view, you retire to your bed to read some comics or something.
>This bed.. it's better now. It hasn't really felt like YOURS since the move, even with all your posters and stuff in the room.
>You lie back.
>You realize it still smells of her

See I knew I'd fuck up a little formatting, because of word wrap. next time i'm writing it in Word. or improvising live in the thread like I should anyway.

>>28035409
That was adorable and hot at the same time. Do you have a pastebin for the first part?

>>28035519
i do not, this is the first time my green has ever gotten attention
and really only the second time after this pinecest green I wrote https://yuki.la/co/80878538#p80892378 that I've ever even wanted to save it.
but I mean, everything's archived, right? >>27930050 can't you just read it here?

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>>28035655
>Pinecest
Bruh. Now you're definitely speaking my language. It may be archived, but I think you should consider puting your stuff in a pastebin sometime.

>>28035683
a-alright I'll think about it.. I'm still having to get used to this 'good at writing' thing. I'm considering auditioning for a writing role on this lewd text adventure game

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>>28035387
Oh, I love your Apple Bloom! Again, this is very nice. Are you saying there might be a part 3?

>>28035717
yar. What probably should have been part 2: hanging out in the secluded woods (or are they?)
also what pressured me to do a part 2 in the first place was >>28004749 , and if you noticed, I haven't quite done everything that post suggested yet.

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>>28035749
sweet

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I'm excited for the episode.
Even if they're made secondary, under their sister's antics, I'm excited to hear their voices again, after so long.

>grope some apples!

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>>28035259
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>>28035387
It's exactly what I wished for and more. I'm feeling like 4 emotions right now. Good fucking work Anon

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>All you’re comprehending is the mild unhappiness of her disappointment, and you reach out a hand to caress her face.
>Stroking her ample cheeks, which have just the right amount of chubbiness
> (enough to be seen without making the face appear fat),
> you smile lazily.
>She returns the expression, your happiness at touching her all she needs to brush off the disappointment.
>A moment passes, and a clearing in the tree-filled lining appears.
>In it is a van, the same that brought you up here.

> A shock of fear bolts through you, an anxious untangling from Apple Bloom following.
>The realization that there still isn’t anything to fear from Applejack hits you moments later, bringing a dim regret over the lost few seconds of cuddling.
>Several shouts and waves from the girls are given to the van, which offers no response.
>The silent port confuses you, but doesn’t faze Scootaloo or Sweetie, both of which have already hopped out and scrambled to port.
>Sweetie’s department was almost immediate and speedy, but Scootaloo’s was a little slower, and maintaining a short gaze at the two remaining shipmates.
>Masking her desire to be part of that cozy group, she hollers a summoning, and waves her hand in a “come on” gesture.

> “Come on!”
>Apple Bloom grants you one last hug, her backwards moving head hesitating on the exit.
>Sadly deciding not to kiss, you stare at each other for a quick moment.
>Her shining eyes still maintain that mysterious aspect of vitality, as if they were so mythical, curing fountain.
>Drinking deep of their waters, you smile at the jubilant girl, who beams at the attention.

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>>28044709

>Her lashes are light but thick, the delicate whispers of colors flashing in the light as she blinks.
>Her cheeks protrude slightly as her pearly whites greet your welcoming eyes, reminding you of the ruddy-faced smiles of those children kept safe from worldly wisdom.
>You lean in slowly, tilting you head to place a gentle kiss on her cheek.
>A blush fills that perfect face, while both hearts beat furiously.

> The two of you exit your ship, almost causing it to tip over on both parties when all the weight fell on the edge.
>A dull crash follows its descent to its proper place on the water, and you begin pulling it to shore.
>Apple Bloom meets up with the crouched partners ahead, her question concerning their position shushed.
>They put pointer fingers to their lips, indicating the need for silence.
>A small hullabaloo occurs when you land your ship, and eyes bug out while the gesture is directed towards you.
>The girls, unappreciative of the docking, wave at you to join them beside the still unmoving van.
>They’re on their feet, almost sitting on their heels, by the driver’s side door.

“What’s up?”
> you whisper to them. Sweetie Belle turns her face up to you, which is a little too close for comfort.
>Feeling the same way, she leans back a bit, then informs you of the situation.
>Apple Jack’s sleeping, a hat over her eyes and a half-read book flopped down on her lap.
>Guess she’d been here a while.
>Anyway, the plan was to spook her; two girls would jump up and bang on her window, while another would bang on the passenger’s side.
>You know, for surround-sound.

>>28044719

>You were tasked with jumping up on the very small hood, slapping the window and yelling; this would be the signal for the other girls.
>Thinking twice about terrifying your second-favorite cousin, you make the hard decision to favor comedy over comfort.
>Scootaloo crosses to the other side, and you move in front of the van.
>Wait, was this safe?
>Ah well, too late to turn back now.
>You leap up far, blanketing the thin hood with your torso, granting your arms enough reach to bang on the window.
>At the small thump of your body on the car, the other girls leap up, ready, while AJ stirs slightly.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUGGHH!”

> “WOOOOOOOOOUUUGGH”

> “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!”

> “BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
>The four of you shout in unison, while pounding hands on the vehicle.
>AJ leaps up in her chair, as much as she’s able to, and lends her own cry to the noise.
>Her face assumes a horrified visage, qualifying her for a place in horror movies, while her hand grasps her hat in an attempt to keep it from falling.

> “AAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
>As she settles back into her seat, shock turning into a pouting menace, you and your squad of trouble-makers laugh heartily.
>AJ sees that your body still remains on the hood, and sends a heavy feeling to your stomach with the devious grin.
>Uh oh.
>Her hands slam on the horn, the screaming F# filling your poor ears.
>You hurl yourself off the front, tripping on a rock behind you.
>As your butt heartily greets the ground, your hands clasp over your ears.
>The horn soon subsides, and you stand up, rubbing a slightly harmed posterior as you do so.

>>28044731

>You find yourself the target of a foursome’s laughter, and begin to feel empathy for AJ’s previous plight.
>Exaggerating your pain, you glare at the lot of them, who have begun to file into the van.

> Scootaloo takes the front seat, while the three remaining enter the middle.
>Apple Bloom sits in the left, followed by you, then Sweetie Belle on the right.
>They continue their laughs, now quiet chuckles, as AJ shifts into reverse, and begins the exit.
>Apple Bloom combats your harrumph and crossed arms with a close hug, the good-natured appeal melting even the pretense of grouchiness.
>You hug her in return, then tilt your head back in exhaustion.

> “Anybody wanna get that tube? Ah’d like to take it back.”
>AJ announces, stopping the car.
>You groan, knowing the task would fall to you and your racked reserves.
>The three in the back hop out, though yours is more of a tumble, and walk to the bright figure eight by the water.
>Letting the air out of it takes a minute, and you sit on a rock to wait it out.
>Not following your example, the energetic girls fall upon it, rolling around over it.
>They giggle as they do so, looking like the kids who’d stick their legs together and arms to their sides and roll down grassy hills.
>Not having that much space, these two only roll back and forth.
>They seem to be having the same kind of fun as those kids, though how much help they’re giving to the displacement of air is questionable.

>>28041729
really? okay i was worried it was too much closeness too soon

>>28044709
all fun things gotta end. i'm surprised there werent any rapids but I guess we dont want anon getting too much excitement in one day.. blow out his ticker
>>28044738
>rolling on it
hnnnnngh that's subtly adorable

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>>28044896
I don't know how much you were looking forward to that, but I'm glad it remained as comfy as it did. This whole thing was great.

>>28045587
so VERY comfy. and it still leaves room for more shenigans to escalate.

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>>28044738

> You watch them from the sidelines, with the feeling of a parent who watches those kids, holding a certain joy of witnessing that kind of life.
>Once the air is almost all out, you work to roll it up, then tuck the rumpled mess under your arm.
>You drop it into the back of the van, the door to which happily opened by Apple Bloom.
>Grinning at the girl, so eager to please, the three outsiders enter the van once more.
>You slouch into your seat once more, happily sighing as you relax into the thick, carpet-like covering.
>AJ’s voice comes from the front:
> “So, y’all were out a lot longer than I’d figured. So how’d y’all like to eat out?”
> “Wow, is it dinnertime already?”
> Sweetie asks, not knowing where the time had gone.
>Then again, none of you really did.
>Looking out the window, you can see the dim tones of an impending sunset.
> “Yeah, we got kind of a late start.”
> “Sure doesn’t feel that late,”
> says a partially perplexed Apple Bloom, looking at you.
> “Probably all that time you guys spent sleeping,”
> pipes Scootaloo.
“We didn’t sleep that much!”
>You respond.
> “How would you know?”
> asks Scootaloo, voicing the question that had only just entered your head.
>You don’t reply, instead sinking into your seat once more, under the spell of some mysterious sleepiness.
> “So where we goin’?”
>AJ interrupts, as stores enter your vision.
> “Dairy Queen!”
> Scootaloo shouts immediately, the hope for such long held in her mind.
>The rest of the group drops a drawn-out:
> “Ehhh,”
followed by Sweetie Belle’s argument.

>>28047380

> “Their food isn’t very good.”
>Everyone but Scootaloo agrees with this, and Sweetie Belle, still holding the platform, offers up an alternative. >“How about Sonic’s?”
>Sonic’s?
>It sounds familiar, but you don’t think you’ve ever been there.
“What’s that?”
>She turns to you, excitedly describing her favorite fast food place:
> “It’s like a drive-in, and they roller skate your food out to you!”
>She continues describing some of their specials, joined by an equally passionate Apple Bloom, but you don’t listen closely to these.
>Fast food pretty much all tastes the same, but this particular gimmick sounds kind of cool to you.
“Sure, I’d be up for that.”
>Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle cheer at the majority vote, while Scootaloo grumbles in the front.
>AJ nods, then takes a quick left. In just a minute, the car brings you to your destination, the typical gaudy markings of fast food advertising shining through the windows.
>The van pulls up into one of these horizontal driveway-things with a huge menu on either side.
>You set yourself up with some Coney Island hot dogs, while the girls order various burgers.
>Before you’re finished, Apple Bloom elbows you.
> “We gotta get ice cream, remember?”
>Oh yeah.
>You’d forgotten about your plans from yesterday; it wasn’t with her alone, but it’d have to do.
>Ignoring the pit in your stomach, arising from the unnamable thoughts about why you wouldn’t have time to do this alone, you order a hefty milkshake.
>Peanut butter and fudge: heck yeah.

>>28047392

>A chirping, slightly robotic voice tells you that she’ll be right out, and the lot of you climb into the back of the van.
>There’s a lot of empty space there, even with the mess of a deflated tube covering the bottom, enough for all five of you to sit with adequate space.
>As you’re climbing over your seat, you feel a firm smack of your hind quarters; you think Apple Bloom, but she’s already mostly in the back.
>By the time you can turn back to look, all three girls behind you wear innocent masks with barely hidden snickers.
>You blow some air out of your mouth, muttering:

“Girls.”
>You sit down next to Apple Bloom, with Sweetie Belle soon joining you on your right.
>On the other side of the van is AJ and Scootaloo, who sit cross-legged.
>AJ opens up the back door, letting in a rush of cool evening air and yellow-orange light.
>Your sweetest cousin lifts her eyes to the sky above, the light from above shining on her beautiful face.
>You turn towards Sweetie Belle, who looks blankly at you, as if searching for something.

“What’s up, SB?”
>You ask, feeling as if you ought to try to connect with her.
>You’ve been focusing almost entirely on your Apple Bloom, and the remaining attention has been spent on Scootaloo.
>The latter just kept pushing her way into your line of sight, so you didn’t really get a chance to speak with the shyer girl.
>From what you’ve seen, she seems pretty nice, and you kinda feel like you should get to know her better.
>At your question, she shakes her head a bit, as if she were lost in thought.

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All caught up!


>>28044883

You did great. I'm proud of you.


>>28047400

> “Oh, uh- nothing. Just hanging out. In the back of a van.”
>She sounds kinda nervous, as if she wasn’t expecting you to talk to her.
>Which she wasn’t:
> she’d assumed partly through the tube trip that whenever you were around, all attention would be drawn either to you or the new couple.
>There was a small pang of jealousy for the spotlight:
> Apple Bloom and Scootaloo had the crush, and it was you.
>Feeling left out, she’d tried not to blame you, after a thin spurt of guilt made her go back on a wish that you’d go.
>As a result, she’d been left almost aimless, not wanting to be mad at feeling left out, but not knowing what she could do instead.
>It’s a little awkward.

“Cool, cool. That ride was pretty fun.”
>She looks off into the distance.

> “Yeah, I thought it’d never end.”
>Suddenly she realizes the surfacing of the latent bitterness, and doubles back.
>Her eyes widening and her mouth open, she tries to move in a different direction.
>“Scootaloo and Apple Bloom really seemed to like those massages you gave.”
>You nod, feeling like there’s something you’re missing here.

“Yeah, I’m alright at it.”
>AJ and Scootaloo have started talking interestingly about something or other; you catch wind of a few comments about sports and next year.
>Somewhere along the line, Apple Bloom’s scooted up to them, joining their conversation.
>You and Sweetie Belle are left alone, similar to that little bubble you’d shared with your golden princess earlier, though without the comfort.
>Still, the semi-isolation does allow for a deeper question you wanted to ask.

>>28047392
their chicken tenders are fucking awesome
but shit, if i had a sonic's near me, i would go there all the time. i have been taunted by their commercials forever. looks so good.
>>28047400
I bet sweetie smacked that ass.

>>28047422
Give her a massage to make it up!

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>>28047422
>Sweetie feelings
Nice. Good thinking.

And then sharing the milkshake with Bloom, at last.

>>28048365
drinking it with one straw would be lovely and something they could do in front of AJ to sort of break a little of the ice

she's gonna have to host their wedding eventually.

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>>28044883
Naw Dawg. You went above and beyond the call of duty for this. The masturbation part was fantastic, but Bloom wearing Anon's jizz like it's nothing, and walking around the house n00d like it's normal was the best bonus I never expected. It is another large part of that fetish and there was quite literally no material for it.
But this was some A1 shit, Anon

>>28048910
a-alright r lee erney, maybe i'll start making this a regular sunday thing.. no promises..

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>>28048922
Don't feel rushed or obliged, just have a good time

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>>28049611

Random inquiry: working on part 3 even though I shouldn't yet.
I seem to recall utter recoilment from a certain alternate path Camp Sherwood took, which I found quite innocent and appropriate for the setting. Are people going to crucify me if there's any urination in this story? I mean they're in the woods, and exposure is a theme, so..

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>>28050108
>watching Apple Bloom pee
Yes, please!

>>28050220
okay just checkin
who said she's the one being watched?

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>>28050237
nice

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>At least two more CMC episodes by the end of the season
>>28052519

Okay. I'm happy with this.

>>28052901
Hope they're good!

The fuck is wrong with me? I wanted to do another spontaneous, in-the-moment green but I ended up writing down part 3 entirely in advance. aand it's 50% longer. I never asked to be a greensmith.

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>>28054263

Some men are born greensmiths, some achieve the position of greensmith, and some have greensmithing thrust upon them.

>>28054300
I think it's because it feels like a webcomic, which I also do. Instead of this big complex art form it's just... a sequence of events. A story broken up into scenes and headlined and driven by dialogue. The necessary greentext formatting seems to help structure that. you decide where quotes are going to go in each new line, whether everyone is aware of who's saying it, all that.
Though the fact that you can't easily do an ungreened self dialogue followed immediately by an action you yourself do tends to make the secondperson protagonist seem just-along-for-the-ride

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>Iiiiii'ma gonna gitcha

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>>28055169
lewdest

>>28055220
Of all the foalita it's pretty easy to imagine who would be the most aggressive. She would not take no for an answer. Whatever her target, he, she, or it is getting -done-

>>28055220
>>28055234
There's something really adorable about a stubborn filly with a crush constantly hounding and rubbing up against you.

>>28055273
liftin' her tail.. backing into you.. nomming on whatever comes near her mouth.. making those frustrated little whines because you won't take care of her needs because you're scared an overprotective Rainbow Dash will kick you in the fuck.
Her little wings keep popping up and knocking things off your desk..

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>>28055304
>Her little wings keep popping up and knocking things off your desk..
cute
>wings constantly humming whenever you're around, blowing things around and knocking things over, making her friends look at her oddly

>>28055355
>she keeps booping you in the penis, with her hoof or her nose
>you gently scold her and nudge her away, but she keeps doing it
>finally she seems to tire of it, but that was just to get your guard down. Next time you get out of the bath- BOOP. Nosebooped your penis.
>Trying to masturbate after all the frustration she's put you through, BOOP. a hoof popped up next to your bed.

>>28033100
I would love to suck sweetie belle's horn while she sleeps

>>28055631
I want to pet and preen Scootaloo's wings while she sleeps.

>>28055631
>>28055776
I want to buy some apples

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I have an overwhelming desire to be an Apple.

>>28055953
That would make me uncomfortable.

>>28050108
I wouldn't mind

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>>28047392
>skating service
Also, I know that feel Scoots. I love Sizzler but all my friends hate it.

>>28056209
I mean, yeah, I'd eat pie off of her ass and a milkshake off of her hooves. even if it was some kind of wind waker mosaic food

>>28047422

>Still a bit nervous about it, you take a moment before deciding to go through with it:
“Sweetie, did I do something wrong?”
>She looks taken aback, a clear answer coming before any words.
> “No, nothing like that. It’s just…”
> she looks up at you, and seeing your soft look, decides there’s no reason to keep it secret.
>Staying hidden was never her passion anyway.
>“I dunno, I kinda felt left out. I guess.”
>She looks over to the trio of girls, hoping her words didn’t reach them.
>She’s not looking for a big deal about this right now.
>They remain entranced by Scootaloo’s future soccer career, and you remain looking gently at her.
>You understand what she meant.
> “That’s not what I meant,”
> she replies to your hesitant offer to give her a massage as well.
>She looks again at her two best friends, chuckling as she does so, then turns back to you.
>“Sorry, but I don’t feel the same way they do.
“That’s cool with me. That’d be pretty awkward for everyone if you did.”
>She snorts, then covers her mouth as she titters quietly, imagining the dramatic scene.
>Then her face becomes serious again for a minute.
> “I don’t want you to think I want you gone or anything, I really don’t. It’s just, you’re kind of all they talk about right now.”
>You try not to smile at that, enjoying the grand compliment that it was.
>After some difficulty, you do achieve your sympathy once more, and try to make the situation better.
“I’m sorry about that. But it’s gonna pass, you know. That kind of thing doesn’t last forever.”

>>28056846

>Sweetie nods her head, more able to believe the truth now that you’ve stated it.
> “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
>Seeing that her mood is rising, you see an opportunity to keep improving it.
“Why don’t we just take a step away from all this? Tell me about yourself.”
>It’s not the smoothest transition, true, but you’re not the smoothest guy.
>Her curiosity is peeked, and her head is tilted to the side.
>You follow up, trying to amend the awkward suggestion.
“I know a lot about Apple Bloom, and I’ve picked up on a lot about Scootaloo, but I still don’t really know anything about you.
“I mean, besides the fact that you’ve got a fancy sister, but that doesn’t tell me a lot about you.”
>She sits up and smiles, happy that she’s neither overshadowed by her sister nor neglected.
>Before she can begin, a teenage girl rides up to the back of the car in roller blades.
>She’s got this minty blue-green hair, and a dazzling white smile.
>Too many bags sit on top of a circular tray, but she manages to move each and every one of them with incredible skill as she passes out the food.
>Greeting you is a bright and chipper
> “Good evening!”
> followed by a sly look at you and your conversational partner.
>AJ reaches out with a card in hand, which is taken by the roller-waitress.
>She looks at AJ and benignly says:
>“I’ll be back in a minute.”
>She leaves, not before throwing a wink towards you and Sweetie Belle.
>Your face blushes slightly, eliciting a soft laugh from the departing girl.

>>28056860

>You cough, then turn your attention to Sweetie Belle, trying to ignore the previous flirtation.
“So, you were saying?”
>She beams again, happy to be remembered.
>This girl probably doesn’t get a lot of attention.
> “Well, I absolutely adore arcades and crocheting. Which is pronounced ‘cro-shay-ing,’ not ‘crotch-et-ing’.”
>She adds this final part with an accusing glare.
>Scootaloo looks confused at the sudden attention, then returns to her circle.
>The waitress comes back, looks at you for a few moments, then leaves, looking slightly disappointed.
>Near you, Sweetie Belle continues, spilling out the most delicious secrets of crotchet;
> you do your best to listen, but this is so far from your own interests, it’s all you can do to nod and smile.
>You work through part of your food while she speaks, deeply disappointed in the quality of the hot dog, but nothing else.
>When she finishes her lecture on proper techniques, she switches over to her love of video games.
> “So, there’s this one, super-awesome game called Smash Bros. Have you ever heard of it?”
>You hold in a scoff as you reply.
“Yeah, I’ve heard of Smash.”
> “Oh my goodness it’s sooooooo cool! I’ve been playing it since I was like, 10!
>”I mean, the main reason I started playing video games was because it annoyed Rarity. She HATES video games, you know.”
>She drops a huge emphasis on the verb, bugging her eyes out and waving her hands in exaggerated gesticulation.
>Apple Bloom looks to the two of you, drawn away from her own conversation.

>>28056870

>“But then it turned out they were kinda fun! I got my dad to start playing too, and now we play all the time!
>”Sometimes Scootaloo comes over to play, but she’s not as good as I am.”
>She whispers this last part, trying not to draw Scootaloo’s attention.
>However, she does draw the full interest of the other crusader, who sidles up next to you:
> “What are y’all talkin’ about?”
>Golden eyes looks up to you, then to Sweetie Belle.
>Absent-mindedly, you pull her a little closer, so she’s leaning into you.
>All three of you are sitting with legs crossed and half eaten meals in laps or besides such.
>Apple Bloom turns so that she faces away from you, then falls back to you, so that her back is leaning into your side while she listens to Sweetie Belle go on.
>The soft breeze of the evening wafts into the open back-end of the van, filling noses with the perfect smell of a living summer.
>Again your arm acts of its own accord, draping itself across her neck, with your dangling hand soon grabbed by Apple Bloom.
>You notice AJ look over to you, then back to Scootaloo;
> she seemed unfazed, so you allow yourself to keep the happy position.
> Sweetie Belle’s tale continues, becoming much more interesting than you’d thought.
>Apparently one of Rarity’s friends had babysat her
>–“It’s not that I’m a baby, it’s just that my stupid sister treats me like one”-
> and they’d go out all the time to Hey Burger or the arcade.

>>28056860
just for future reference, it's piqued
>>28056870
sweetiemash otp

whoa, page 10? NEIGH.

I'm surprised we don't have more of the CMC innocently experimenting with each other

>>28041729
This

>>28057772
This. I kinda want Applebloom to tell her friends how amazing it was to see a horse mating for the first time and have Scootaloo pull out a horse dildo out of her backpack.

>>28057916
>Landsakes, it's as big as your leg!
>I was wondering why your backpack was a duffel bag

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>>28056880
That's sweet to include Sweetie like that.

>>28056907

Ah, I shoulda seen that. I've been super out of it this past week which is why the quality's been kinda low .

aguh, woke up just in time to bump

>>28058645
well now i need a sweatybelle fic. her hormones go outta control.
>>28060896
i've been out of it too nee to stop staying up writing

>>28060426
applebloom, you're stoned
you have one weird net sock on

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>>28062204
She's just trying to be sexy for you.

>>28062355
silly filly, you don't have to try

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>>28062355
this is pretty cute

>>28062456
theyre legal if you add them together! pretty sure that's how the rules work.

>>28064127
dammit we need more of this. friendly cute violations of personal space that aren't of an immediate sexual nature
what ever happened to ponies licking ponies?

>>28064137
Definitely.
Searching DB, I couldn't find anything like that with just Scootaloo and AB. Nothing with the "hugging" tag, anyway.

>>28064310
yeah we need better and more searchable terms.. 'mouths going places other than mouths or genitals'

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>>28056880

>She’d pretended not to really know how to play, just cause he seemed to enjoy teaching her, but in the end, she’d actually learned a whole lot from him anyway.
>Eventually, Rarity found out, and straight up banished the dude.
>But then he got this managerial position at the local arcade, got Rarity to let him near her again, and they won this huge tournament thing.
>You were kinda surprised that anything that fantastic could happen in a town like this, but what do you know?
>Your attention slowly becoming rapt as the story went on, you’d forgotten even to sip your milkshake, or notice Apple Bloom’s stare.

“Wow, did that really happen?”
> you ask, not fully believing it.

> “It sure did,”
> the sweet girl under your arm responds, corroborating the facts,
>“Ah saw it myself.”
>She turns to look at her cheerful friend and asks,
> “but Ah’m not really clear on where y’all are now? Is he your fella yet?”

> “Nah, I’m still not allowed to date. But you can bet that by the time I turn 16, he’s gonna be.”

“How old are you now?”

> “15! Turnin’ 16 in two weeks!”
>Suddenly, Scootaloo appears next to her, her sporty discourse over.

> “What are you talkin’ about?”
>She looks to you, then adds with a grin,
>“is it how ya got away with spanking him?”
>Immediately, all eyes fall the girl with the bright red face.
>Her answer comes out in a stammer:

> “N-N-No! I never did that!”
>Scootaloo laughs at the protests, and Sweetie Belle hides her face.
>Apple Bloom looks at you, far less confused than you’d thought she’d be.

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>>28064906

>You look through the girls, but no answer besides some snickering and face-hiding greets you.
>Turning to AJ, you ask her.
>Honesty’s her thing, right?”

“AJ, what’s going on?”
>She looks at you flatly, then over to the window.

> “Ah wasn’t gonna say anything, but-“

> “Scootaloo dared me to!”
>You look to Scootaloo, who’s trying to suppress that mischievous grin you’ve come to know so well.
>The blushing girl stares worriedly at you, not as used to being caught as Scootaloo was.
>Rather than give her the punishment she foresaw, you break out in laughter at the ridiculous bet and how worked up Sweetie’s gotten over it.
>Seriously, that horrified expression was priceless.
>But as soon as she finds out about your lack of concern, she returns to a neutral, slightly uncomfortable expression.
>After you calm down a bit, you assure her that it’s fine.
>She seems to agree with it, and you look at the nearby Bloom.

> It felt like it’d been a long day.
>All the exercise, which you weren’t used to, along with all the effort you expended to not think of the incoming end, had worn you out long before dusk.
>You slide yourself to the edge of the van, hanging your legs over.
>They just barely touch then ground, only the tips of your down-pointing feet doing so.
>Turning to the abandoned Bloom, you pat the area by your side.
>Right now, you just want to be with her.
>You hold up your milkshake, barely touched, and smile, inviting her to partake.
>Soon enough she scrambles over to you, sitting with her side against yours.
>This is what you wanted.

>>28064915

> But something was off about it.
>That sadness that had been pursuing you the whole day had caught up, your mind losing the strength to fend it off.
>Your eyes began to flicker, your heart feeling like it was beating against some insurmountable pressure.
>You could feel your chest tighten as a slow trickle of misery pours into you.
>All day you’d fought against it, tried to banish the thought and all its promises; but that didn’t work.
>It never did.
>Unbeknownst to you, your body had slumped forward, partly leaning towards the Apple Bloom on your left.
>Your expression fell, and a deep sigh escaped under a lax guard.
>The rosy-haired girl held the small weight you’d put on her, then hugged you tightly, sensing that you’d needed it.
>It wasn’t the first time she’d sensed the heaviness in your spirit, but it was one of the first time’s she felt capable of doing away with it.

> It wasn’t done away with.
>You were still going.
>She was still going to disapp-
>You stop yourself from finishing the thought, feeling those slight tremors that precede tears.
>Maybe you couldn’t be the happy guy you’d like to pretend you were, but you didn’t have to bring down the whole mood.
>AJ and the two girls, understanding that something of a moment was occurring on the edge, moved to the other side to converse about the trip.
>Apple Bloom’s arms remained around you, providing some comfort to you.
>A small flicker of joy leapt in you, before fizzles out.
>A squeeze of her arms brought you another small flame, this one lasting slightly longer.

>>28064925

> Your eyes lift to meet hers;
> hers full of concern and care, and yours showing a truer despair than you’d ever let yourself if you could have stopped it.
>Resting in her sight, you felt a change coming over you.
>It wasn’t your best moment; the control you had over yourself, so highly valued, was dwindling.
>But you weren’t weeping, as you’d feared you would.
>The swirl of emotions within you had faded to a few remnants, a few discernible feelings made clear through the thick veneer of exhaustion.
>There was just that little bit of joy that she never failed to give you, and a clear sort of pain.
>There was that sharp cut of the future knowledge, but it didn’t dominate you as you’d been so afraid.
>A quiet, sad smile formed on your face as you drew strength from Apple Bloom.
>A part of you wished you weren’t so messed up, wished you could be as cheerful as she was.
>Right now, you didn’t feel like the greatest companion.

> But she was fine with you.
>Seeing your expression change from crushed to hopeful had written a huge grin on her face.
>She’d closed her eyes as she smiled at you, then took the milkshake from your nearly limp hands.
>Her eyes open, then stay on yours as she takes a long pull, then offers it to you.
>Cheered, you take it and place your lips on the straw where hers were a moment ago.
>The indirect kiss doesn’t pass by unnoticed, and you feel a slight fuzziness at the twinkling eyes that share the secret.

>>28064925
oh shit, anon has some straight up depression
this is a beautiful-ass story

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>>28064925
>>28064931
Beautiful is right. Your Apple Bloom's such a wonderful, sweet person. It's touching my heart in just the right way.

>>28066274
>that spoon's huge, it's almost as big as the bowl. It'll never fit in my cute little mouth!
>that's what she said!

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>>28064906
>>28064915
>>28064925
>>28064931
Nice work Writefriend, You really nailed the feeling of depression and mixed emotions

>>28066887
plus it adds useful conflict. not that green absolutely needs it, but why not have a ride that you're along for

>>28069952
How do you think they would react if they were all interested in the same guy and he wanted a foursome?

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>>28070010

What do you think I've been building up to?

>>28070010
>I've only got one dick! dammit why couldn't I have been born a platypus?

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>>28070010
>not dedicating himself to one filly forever
This guy sounds like a real dummy.

>>28071082
oh, I read it wrong. how would THEY react if HE wanted it
... honestly they'd give it a try. They are too good friends to do otherwise.

>>28071095
>Sweetie: Does that mean we have to..
>Scootaloo, simultaneously: Does that mean we get to dyke out?

>>28070331
bruh

>>28072186
>lying out in the rain
there's another fantastic feeling

>>28072360
>doing that with Apple Bloom, holding hands, after a long afternoon of work and chores

>>28072811
thing is, if you aren't butt-ass nude, that's kind of unpleasant. wet clothes.. fuck.

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>nude
But of course! You gotta clean the sweat from that work earlier off.

>>28067395
rides are always fun

>>28064931

> The minutes pass, the others fading into the background once again while your attention carved out a special place for two.
>The cars and people flow by in small groups, barely being registered as more than ephemeral bursts of color.
>Blues and green, reds and yellows on hurried bodies speed through your vision, like thick fireworks in the gentle sunlight.
>The sky grows darker, the brightness of the world being turned down with it.
>Laughter and happy words stream into your ears, the unheard meaning allowing for little more than the sounds themselves to be registered.
>The sights and sounds continue in front of you and your Apple Bloom, each of you enjoying the performance of a summer day.
>You exchange the milkshake, passing it back and forth; the touch of your hands sending sparks through your bent figure.
>You don’t hold hands, but it feels as if you do.

> On Apple Bloom’s reception of the shake, when it’s most of the ways gone, she pulls the top off and sticks her finger in.
>Your attention flies from all self-centered thoughts at the notion that she’ll do the finger bite.
>Oh man, do girls actually do that?
>She smiles as your eyes glue themselves to her finger, the furthest third coating in the treat.
>Then, without any hint or forewarning, she thrusts her finger forward, a splash of peanut butter and fudge flavoring left on your nose.
>You reel back, the dark cream coloring still on your nose.
>Interrupting the happy laughter, you reply in pseudo-rage:

“Oh, you!”
>You snatch the shake and dip most of your forefinger in.
>She sees the motion and leaps off the car.
>You follow the girl, screaming that very particular scream that children and girls do when they’re being chased by parents or boyfriends
> (respectively, of course).

>>28074974

>Through a handful of wide-eyed onlookers you weave, your cousin’s agility being a match for your adrenaline-heightened speed.
>She crosses behind a table and faces you.
>You feint left, and she matches you, trying to keep you on the far side of the table.
>You make a couple more attempts to the side, each expertly countered by Apple Bloom.
>Heh heh heh;
> just as planned.

> Her smile grows triumphant, thinking she’s got you beat for the current challenge.
>She sticks her tongue out, closing her eyes in the process.
>At that moment you step on the seat beside the table, the place the other on the table proper.
>By the time she’s reacting to you, Gordian’s knot has been cut.
>You reach an arm around her left side, keeping her steady while your right finger moves to her nose.
>She screams again, the sound mixing with her laughter, the girl not entirely upset at losing.
>Just as you wipe off the smallest remnant of milkshake onto her nose, you hear an unhappy coughing behind you.
>Some guy with a hairpiece is grimacing at you, tapping his foot.

> “You’re gonna have to stop that. Now.”
>He wears a dark vest and a name tag, implying a manager status.
>Yeah, this isn’t a fight you should take.
>You pull Apple Bloom close, trying hard to pull off a genuine smile.
>Your girl laughs nervously, burying her face into your shirt.
>Not noticing the new smear of ice cream on you, you answer the old man in the most insincere tone.

“Oh, of course sir. Very sorry sir.”
>Apple Bloom continues giggling into your shirt as you walk back to the van, not paying attention to the grumpy customer.
>Three pairs of hands clap as you reenter the van, pats on the back for you and “there theres” for your defeated date.
>With radiant teeth and closed eyes, you’re the target of yet another snuggle.

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>>28074979

>The two of you sit close to each other again, one of your arms finding its way across her shoulder once more while hers snakes around your waist.
>The milkshake is rediscovered, and finished off soon enough.

> Once the shake disappears, you lean forward.
>Your feelings still remain to some extent, that sticky murk that you have so much trouble shaking off.
>But there’s definitely further in the distance.
>You sit beside Apple Bloom, still breathing heavily.
>Inside you is a torrent of emotions, the multitude and flux of such drawing your attention to them.
>Not entirely content, not quite ecstatic, but still appreciating where you are, and who’re you’re with.
>You remember a speech given by somebody, some girl you knew back in high school (you think) that speaks to you now.
>The sweet urgings of that girl, ignored and scoffed at then, are valued now:

> “Can’t we just accept where we are, and be there?
>”Can’t we appreciate the moment we’re in, instead of constantly worrying or fantasizing about being somewhere else?
>”Can’t we look at a moment, and say that while it isn’t perfect, it’s good enough?”
>You look at the freckled face of Apple Bloom, her skin looking copper in the fading light.
>You weren’t perfect, and this moment probably could be better; but fuck it.
>It was good enough.
>You lean over to plant a small kiss on her forehead.
>Seeing you coming in, she closes her eyes and smiles gracefully, a quiet happiness in her reception.
>The moment doesn’t last forever, but you try to be okay with that too.
>Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle join your party of two, poking their heads in between you and Apple Bloom’s.

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>>28074988

> “OOOOOOOOOH,”
> they cry, almost shouting, making fun of your moment.
>They grin at each of you, the grins of kindergartners who see a boy hold a girl’s books, just before singing about them kissing in a tree.
>You’re still a little tired, enough that you don’t get drawn in, unlike the blushing Apple Bloom.
>Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo immediately take advantage of the moment, and make a quick song that concerns a future marriage and children.
>From the slightly distant position, you are able to see that Sweetie Belle’s enjoyment is genuine, something you’re grateful for.
>You wonder where AJ is on all this, and direct your gaze over to her.
>She seems amused, nodding her head slightly to the tune.
>Seeing you glance at her, she smiles at you, holding in a snicker as she points with her thumb to the duet impaired by her sister’s protests.
>You don’t exactly get what she’s laughing at, but she doesn’t seem to be too upset with the implications, which is just fine with you.
>The giggling girls stop their song, and Apple Bloom almost stops blushing.
>Trying to change the conversation, she asks aloud:

> “Alright, so what are we gonna do next?”
>You shift uncomfortably at the question, and turn your head away, trying to focus on some distant sight..
>Sweetie Belle’s confused voice comes from behind you.

> “Weren’t we gonna make wine? Oh, I mean, grape juice?”

>>28074974
top quality flirt.
>>28074979
fun and playfulness is not what we want associated with our restaurant!
>>28074988
Some of us know how to enjoy the moment AND nitpick it. Possibly enjoy it BY nitpicking it.
>>28074994
I thought that was tomorrow..

>>28075002

And now an exclusive sneak preview at tomorrow's first line Guess I picked a bad place to separate this


> “Yeah, but that’s just tomorrow. What about afterward?”

>>28075049
that's even more confusing, in this context 'what are we gonna do next' sounds like 'today' even though i believe it's evening at the moment.
i shouldnt nitpick

>>28074994
>>28075049
How do you even make grape juice/wine?

>>28075716
we 'bout to find out.

>>28075716
I dunno, but I know how to make alcoholic cider.

>>28075781
shit it's kinda hard not to, sometimes.
in some places yknow they skirt liquor laws by selling non-alcoholic shit that WILL ferment if you store it properly
apparently something even more overt was tried here during prohibition, they would sell kits with dried pressed grape and yeast and whatnot with detailed instructions on exactly what NOT to do if you want to obey the law and not make wine out of it. didn't work.

>>28075728
Hopefully, this night will still last a while longer and keep a comfortable pace, before that. Even if it's stuff happening at home. It still feels like not enough has happened, today, for it to end soon.

>>28075828
i kinda want it to never end
but at the same time i know how grueling it can be to stick with a story that never skips any time and has to cover every waking moment

>>28076996
best sistermom

>>28077765
Good ol' Original Apple Bloom
She could see us from there!

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>>28078523
Yes.

>>28079931
every time i see humanized big mac I just think he needs to have a deeper tan, possibly some redness from sunburn too.

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>>28081569
applebloom kissing simulator yay

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>>28082367
>shimapple
there's an odd feel

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>>28074994
> “Yeah, but that’s just tomorrow. What about afterward?”
>Scootaloo answers this one, in a similar state of Sweetie Belle.

> “Well, isn’t he leavin’ the next morning?”

> “Ah know, Ah know. But what about after?”
>You nearly wince at the subject, a motion not unnoticed by Apple Bloom.
>Before she continues, she grabs your shoulder and turns you towards the group.
>She speaks to you as well as the others.
>“He’s coming back, and that’s that. So we oughta get to planning our next adventure.”
>Her speech is firm, no doubt lying behind those words.
>In her mind, you’ve achieved a kind of permanence, a magnetism that would inevitably bring you back to her.
>In all your attempts to escape from the future, you hadn’t really thought to plan on a return trip.
>But now that thoughts of the future had forced their way into your head, you were able to make such plans.
>And nothing was going to keep you from returning.
>A jolt of happiness rushing through you, you scoot up closer to the trio, and start making suggestions.

> You suggest the arcade;
> you might be able to check out Sweetie’s moves and maybe get that sexy tutor thing going with Apple Bloom.
>Scootaloo nods her assent, referencing a score that needed to be settled.
>Apple Bloom, ever the neutral party, assents based on the facts that the tubing and grape-stomping was her idea, the hike and skate-boarding was Scootaloo’s, so it’s Sweetie Belle’s turn.
>The trip to the arcade chosen, and after Sweetie Belle are finished trading the glare of rivals with each other, the subject turns to the next event.
>AJ joins the conversation, sneaking in between you and Sweetie Belle.

> “Sounds like y’all all got plans for what you wanna do. But what about Anon, here?”

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>>28084051

>Six eyes open wide, your littler cousin’s the widest.
>Goshes and gees enter your ears, followed immediately by avid questions of your interests.
>The trio of crusaders get up on their knees, their faces filling more of your vision.

> “What are your interests?”

> “What do you like to do?”

> “You like cars, right?”

> “Yeah, he loves ‘em!”

> “Do you wanna see some cars?”

> “There’s a car show in a couple weeks, come back then!”

> “What about the park?”

> “Yeah, do you like the park?”

> “Bowling!”

> “Kite-flying!”

> “Sewing!”

> “Rainbow Dash Fanclub!”

> “Church Youth Group!”

> “Choir Club!”
>Questions and suggestions assail you, your opinion just as distant from the conversation as before.
>You don’t really mind, the antics of the girls being entertaining enough to distract.
>But somewhere AJ comes along, parting the sea of youthful cries.

> “Now, you’re almost there, but Ah think your best bet in figuring out what Anon wants to do is asking him about it.”
>The three girls look to you, the question written on their very near faces.

“Uh…”
>You try to figure out the answer, but nothing’s coming up.
>What do you like to do?
>Bum around with your friends, dance at a club every once in a while?
>You decide to center your plans on the car show, and figure the rest out later.
“Why don’t I come back when the car show happens, and we’ll just play the rest by ear?”
>They smile and nod amongst themselves, the look of politicians hearing a refreshing speech of an up-and-coming ally.

> “Yeah, that sounds great!”

> “Sure does!”

> “Ah’ll plan for it!”
>The three girls high five each other, then hold out hands to you.
>You reply in kind, not willing to let down the earnest friends.

>>28084057

>AJ seems satisfied by the resolution, and whispers over to you:

> “Sometimes ya gotta speak up, otherwise these girls’ll walk right over ya.”
>You nod, understanding how that could happen.
>Then AJ interrupts the chattering girls, who’re already planning what they’ll wear and so forth.
>“Alright, Ah’d say it’s about time to go home.”
>The night seems imminent, the sky fading much quicker.
>The five of you struggle to bring full bellies into their original seats.
>Eventually succeeding, you buckle up, and are off.
>The twisting path home is mostly uneventful: the long day, the summer heat, and good food brings a sleepiness to all parties involved.
>The winding road makes your two seatmates lean into your sides, but only the gorgeous ginger makes an attempt to remain.
>Falling into your lap, she stays there, turning herself so her shoulders and the back of her head fall lie on your lap.
>She seems the most alert of all of you, her brilliant eyes shining up at you with her signature smile. Gosh, she looks happy.
>You spread your own crescent above her as you slowly begin brushing her hair in a simple, loving gesture.
>Her eyes shut, not out of exhaustion, but bliss.

> Sweetie and Scootaloo are both dropped off in turn, waving sleepy goodbyes at the fruit team, and thanking them for an exciting day.
>You tell them you can’t wait to hang out with them tomorrow, and they return the sentiment.
>It’s surprisingly warming, having these two girls tell you that you’re cool and fun to be around.
>It’s not how you’d describe yourself, but you’ll take the compliment.
>Finally, it’s just the three members of the fruit team, two Apples and an Orange.
>The van pulls in slowly, the crunch of the gravel marking your entrance into the Apple estate.

>>28084070

> The three of you hop out, you and your older cousin much more weary than the still energetic Apple Bloom.
>She skips partway to the front, then, seeing you lagging behind, returns to your side.
>You can’t manage to summon the energy of her, but you can try.
>You skip a couple of steps before returning to your trudge.
>Entering the house, AJ directs you to prayers before letting you go to sleep.
>You feel some resistance, just wanting to go to bed already, but you assent.
>In robotic form, you go through the motions of the prayers, too tired to really feel it.
>The game of High-Low does spark enough interest to get your mind moving, and you report the joys of sleep-tubing avidly.
>After denouncing the shame of losing to Scootaloo in your bout of water-wrestling, you turn attentive ears to the next in line, Apple Bloom.
>She starts off with her low, being pushed into the water by Team Purple, then moves onto her high:
> getting to play with her friends and Anon together.

> You feel a little bit dejected, though you don’t think you ought to.
>Still, a part of you had hoped that her high would be your massage.
>As soon as she finishes speaking, her eyes turn to you.
>Swallowing a disappointment you don’t want to show, you send a smile her way, telling her you loved hanging with her and her friends too.
>You see her shine with your affirmation, but don’t notice her gaze staying on you just a little longer than necessary.
>The rest of the family finishes up theirs, and you quietly excuse yourself to your room.
>Passing the bathroom, figuring you can always brush your teeth tomorrow, you saunter into your own room.

>>28084057
you have their voices so perfect.

>>28084079
Cmon Anon you didn't give your real high, obviously neither did she. You can't.. share those.. except with really cool people

>>28084102
But what was better than napping on AB's bare chest while tubing? I'd say that's my high, too. Even though it can be assumed he left out the questionable details.

>>28084475
hmmmmm good point. touching does slightly outrank seeing.

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>>28084057

I want to fool around with fillies for sure

>>28084051
>>28084057
>>28084070
>>28084079
That was probably one of the comfiest updates yet Writefriend. It felt real' nice, real' calm. Fantastic work as always.

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>>28085329
Set them down on your bed_ and make silly faces at each other

>>28086831
It's pics like these that make me wonder if the concept for Applejack and Mac should've stayed as a married couple.

>>28086048
does the pope shit catholic bears in the woods?

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>>28089969
they look like plushies. that's cute

>This episode.
I've not been of the highest standards in expectations for this show for a while, unfortunately, but HOLY FUCK WHAT DID I JUST WATCH?

>>28090844
wait what? the show's back? shit, to dailymotion with me

>>28084080
>>28085486

Glad you sweet soldiers liked it!


>>28084079

> The minute you’d come into the home, there’d been that particular smell of home, the kind of comforting smell you barely notice, but remains with far-reaching effects.
>It is was this smell that had secretly put your nerves at ease when you’d come into the house.
>The secondary form of this was that of your room, a truer home than the rest of the house could achieve.
>And once you set foot in your room, there was this feeling of tranquility, like a thick blanket draped over a nearly napping body.
>The isolation of the room, detrimental to the more socially advanced types, was a necessity for you after so much hanging out.
>Being with the Apple family was one thing: they were family, and being with them gave such a welcoming atmosphere that the intimacy and ease of the situation might be compared to hanging out with one’s own self.
>You’d need a break from them, of course, but far less so than you did today.
>Constantly being surrounded by girls, without some radical injury to limit the experience, resulting in a more tiring day than you’d foreseen.
>But you were by yourself now, in that reliable haven of your room.

> A part of you wished you were at your room back home.
>Not that you missed the house at all, but there was just something about a permanent residence that gave it a great hominess than a guest room could.
>Besides, that room up in your house was relied upon so many times to serve as a sanctuary that you always defaulted to a longing for it whenever you got to this level of exhaustion.
>Still, the location of it was sub-par.

>>28092099

>Ideally, you’d replace the Oranges with the Apples, or make this room your permanent residence, but both seemed implausible.
>Choosing to enjoy the comfort of this room rather than devalue it, you flop backwards onto your bed.
>In spite of all the issues that had been sprung on you today, you felt pretty good.
>You reach over to the bedside table, and pick up the DS on it.
>Placed side by side with your Gameboy, you manage to retrieve the intended device.

> As the screen lights up and Mr. Nook introduces you to casual wage slavery, there’s this slight feeling of something being off.
>It’s not immediately clear: you’re in a place you like, doing something you like, so what’s the problem?
>You continue playing, somewhat apathetic to the events:
> you finish a dinosaur collection and succumb to a pit-fall hidden behind a tree.
>The lack of any real feeling towards these makes you question the vague discomfort more.
>Suddenly it dawns on you:
> you’re in the middle of a temporary stay with the Apples, and you’re wasting it on some game you can play anytime.
>The notion of waste enters your mind, increasing that feeling of malaise.
>You should be with your family, not waiting for the day to end.

> At this juncture, a war begins to be fought within you.
>The lethargic and isolationist side argue vehemently for remaining.
>They cite the sufficiency of your socializing for today, pointing out that you oughtn’t strain yourself.
>They’d understand.
>It wasn’t worth it.
>But the conclusion of your values remains steady, an unchanging commandment repeated at every thrust of its opponent.

>>28092108

>Soon the arguments cease, and the two parties begin using emotions.
>On one side you’re struck with long-learnt distaste towards leaving your comfort zone, to jumping back from any notions of over-exertion, to despair over your family’s love for you.
>On the other, you have your want, plain and simple:
> you want to be with them, even if you’re not in the greatest shape to do so.
>You veer close to finding the strength to carry out your will when another change of tactics arrive.
>The game had continued in your hands, the NPCS hobbling around at intervals.
>Your hands do what they do, and you begin playing the game again, the engagement blocking out the results of the former arguments and any questions of its rightness.
>But one mighty jolt of desire explodes in your heart, propelled by the terror of regret;
> with the temporary strength, you shut it off immediately.
>With the blackened screen, you find two allies in the quest to go downstairs:
> the removal of the obstacle of engagement of the game, and the aversion to that asshole Resetti.
>On the tides of victory, you set the DS aside and sluggishly set yourself on the edge of your bed.
>Standing up, you walk over to the door of the room, opening it to reveal a cousin pre-knock.
>Apple Bloom stands there in the darkened hallway, her fist raised to beat the door, somewhat off-put by your having made it needless.

“Sup, Apple Bloom?”
>You ask, spirits lifted at the girl with the frozen fist.
>At your words, her trance breaks and the arm falls back to her side.

>>28092118

> “Ah was gonna ask if you wanted to watch a movie with us.
>”Ah know you’re a bit tuckered out, an’ AJ said ya might wanna be left alone, but I figured Ah’d come see if you wanted to anyway.”
>You can tell she’s unsure of the answer by her hands idly twiddling.
>Reminded of your tiredness, you yawn.

“Yeah, I’d be up for that.
“‘Sides, I’m not really that tired anyway.”
>It’s partially true:
> the weariness of before seems almost like an exaggeration now.
>There’s still a bit of lag in your motions, but nothing to prevent watching a movie.
“So, who’s in? Is it just you and me?”
>You ask the final question before you think, being more forward than intended.
>However, she only smiles at the apparent wish before debunking it.

> “Uh, me, you, AJ and Grannie. But Grannie’s probably not gonna stay for the whole thing.”
>That’s still good with you.
>By this time, you’ve been turning towards the stairs and begin walking, Apple Bloom perfectly synchronized with you.
>Heading down the stairs, you notice the blueish light of an early night barely illuminate the house.
>The faint yellow of a distant light that accompanies it is enough to light your way, but not enough to make it seem optically loud.
>It’s kind of a comfortable little walk, just you and Apple Bloom in the quiet hallways.
>And though the staircase is only a few seconds, you decide to fill that moment with handholding.
>Your hand reaches out and touches your cousin’s, who immediately responds positively.
>The staircase’s approach slows as both parties try to draw out the pleasant experience.
>But soon enough it arrives, and you separate.

Wake up to fresh green being prepared.
Oh baby hurt me more with your feel!

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>>28092108
>>28092118
I feel that. Good job beating it and getting those priorities right, Anon.

>>28092132
Sweet. This sounds good.

>>28092108
god i remember thoughts like that.. being told i can pick which parent to live with, but wanting one's house and the other's spouse, not terribly liking either actual parent at the time..
>gameboy AND DS
nice retcon.
>struggling to want to spend time with them
i have always fantasized about meeting people i actually wanted to do this with. hoo-whee. Someday.

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>when the carts get in a huge crash and nobody at all is concerned about the safety of the crusaders, who were nowhere to be seen, and still didn't care when they were seen covered in bruises
Infuriating. Everything else in the episode would be forgivable and fine, if there was a decent, touching ending, but that was awful. I know AJ learned not to be too protective of Bloom, but this level of self-absorption and lack of care for her little sister was insane.
That moment was a great opportunity for them to come to their senses and apologize on their own.

At least the first act, before the race preparations started, was cute. And the crusaders did get their good ending, even if it was anything but touching or sweet. I don't hate it, but I'm not used to not really liking a "CMC episode".

>>28092752
the worst part is they learned the wrong damn lesson. it should have been about how it's okay to do things with other people's sisters, you don't have to be stuck with your own if the two of you want to do different things

bamp.
thread's gotta stay alive. tomorrow ima post part 3 of .. uh.. untitled apple neighbor girl exhibitionism adventure

>>28093964
ah, my monthly sweetiebox has arrived
>captcha: s. benedetto
not sgt benedetto! he was such a champion.

>>28094494
why are sporty girls so damn sexy. i hate jocks.

>>28093386
hoo baby. I'm ready

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>>28092132

> Moving downstairs, that low, mosquito-like hum of a TV draws your attention.
>You’re led into a different part of the house, one you hadn’t been through before.
>Along the way, you pass along a room with the door open, bright light shining out of it.
>Looking in, you see Big Mac in his room, playing with a deck of cards.
>The room itself is sparse, with little decoration apart from the Apple-themed wallpaper.
>There’s a generic looking oak desk with a matching chair, a bed made from the same material with a glum red comforter, a black metal nightstand with what looks like a picture frame on it.
>You don’t want to linger too long, but Apple Bloom seizes the moment to rush in and give him a big old hug.

> “Are ya suuuuuure ya don’t wanna watch Aladdin with us?”
>Big Mac looks up from several stacks of cards to slowly shake his head.

> “No.”
>You wait awkwardly outside the door, thankful that he doesn’t bother looking at you.
>Still, you feel as if you ought to add your invitation to the mix:

“Come on, man. It’ll be fun.”
>Although he’s not your favorite person, Big Mac is a pretty chill dude.
>You could see playing a game of cards with him or something, but the chance of him accepting this offer are pretty unlikely.
>He repeats his answer to you, then looks back down at his cards.
>You remember what AJ told you about how he used be real outgoing before his parents passed away.
>Poor guy.
>Feeling obligated to extend some sort of friendship to him, you resolve to try to reach out to him now and then.
>Who knows, maybe you could help him out a bit.
>Apple Bloom hugs her brother one more time, then exits with a sorrowful expression

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>>28095284

> “Well, alright then. Maybe some other time.”
>She smiles on the last word and as she walks away.
>But as soon as she’s out of sight, she lowers her voice and lips.
>“Ah wish he’d say yes at least once.”
>The words are faint, and taper off towards the end, but you still pick them up.
>But while you may not be in a position to give Big Mac anything, you could be there for Apple Bloom.
>Stepping closer, you wrap her in a big hug.
>The walk stops as she returns it, the fierceness of the embrace momentary, but noticed nonetheless.
>She let’s go a little earlier than she usually does, then begins moving forward briskly.
>In no time you reach the TV room.

> You’re shocked at how big it is.
>You’ve never really noticed the grandeur of their home, but one fact is slowly dawning on you; these guys have money.
>Whether it’s from a good farm or some inheritance
> (you’re pretty sure that’s where the Orange fortune came from),
> they aren’t in any financial trouble.
>They’ve got this great big plasma right in the center, and two theater-like rows of lounge chairs, loveseats and a great big couch.
>Your eyes immediately focus on the loveseat, hoping to use it.
>The walls are a very light blue, the hue indiscernible in the low light.
>The screen is lit up, showing the repeating menu screen of Disney’s idea of the Middle East.
>You move towards the loveseat in the front center, already planning out your invitation.
>Before you reach it, AJ raises her hand from the decadent couch in the back row.

>>28095292

> “Howdy, Anon!”
>She gestures for you to join her; she sits on the leftmost side, with Granny Smith in a lounge chair immediately to her left.
>Patting the space beside you, you foresee a night with hands kept to themselves.
>Reluctantly, you put your dreams on standby, the proximity of AJ forbidding any major loving.
>Still, some casual cuddling might be in your future, and you plan accordingly.
>You seat yourself beside the country girl, followed by her little sister to your right.
>Somewhere along the line she got a blanket, and drapes it over both of you, which AJ doesn’t bat an eye at.
>Huh.
>Guess she’s either not being vigilant or not suspecting you.
>AJ grabs the remote and hits play, and the show begins.

> As the opening credits come on and the totally-not-the-genie merchant tries to entice you to watch a movie you’re already watching, you yawn unexpectedly.
>Some time passes, and the best part of Disney comes around.
>Using your limited energy reserves, you and Apple Bloom jump out of your seats, improvising a dance to Robin William’s dulcet tones.
>You sing along to “Friend Like Me” the best you can
> (which is basically only the chorus)
> in conjunction with Apple Bloom.
>Surprisingly, AJ chimes in, adding her own unique voice to the sound.
>If Granny follows along you don’t hear her: the three of you and the movie are pretty loud.
>Leaning back after the song ends, you find yourself entering into the outstretched arm of Apple Bloom.
>She’d carefully positioned herself so that when you did fall back onto the couch
> (you’d been leaning forward),
> you’d wind up in her arm.

>>28095299
>Blanket
dollar sign eyes engage
>can't remember the words
seriously that shit needed captioning so badly. it didn't hurt that goddamn menken loves including the most obscure possible words. god bless his queer little incredibly talented songwriting heart.
>the world's most elaborate yawn-and-stretch gambit
apple bloom is a genius

I swear, every time I look at something I've posted, there's half a dozen grammar errors. And let me tell you, I'm getting a little bit peeved about it. Gonna have to start spellchecking this stuff.


>>28095299

>You steal a glance at her, noticing a completely innocent expression and a small smile trying to force its way out.
>You chuckle at her devious plot, and follow in her footsteps.
>Yawning, you thrust your arms up into the air.
>Oh, did my right arm fall onto your shoulders?
>How weird is that?
>Well, nothing I can do about that.

> The movie continues, and you find the second wind fading, a tiredness returning to you.
>A pleasant tiredness, of course, but there’s still that awkward desynchronization between you and the movie.
>Laughs come a second late, and a little slower at that.
>A sweeter song takes place, that romantic one you can’t remember the name of.
>As you listen, trying to keep your eyes open, the screen tilts to the right.
>When it’s almost made a 90 degree turn, the soft fabric of the couch touches your left cheek, the armrest having risen somehow.
>But you’re not thinking clearly enough to investigate, or even notice the mysterious situation.
>Slowly the words fade out, the lights and sound turning off.

> Clang!
>The thunderclap of fallen iron jolts you up, adrenaline extending your Friday.
>You blink a few times, trying to clear your eyes of that initial blurriness caused by disuse.
>Looking around, you see an empty room with still image of a genie on the TV.
>There’s a yellow overtone on part of the wall, sourced from an open doorway.
>Some noise comes from within, but you’re still too close to sleep to identify the sounds.
>Your legs hesitantly follow orders, carrying you into that glowing rectangle.
>Moving closer, the noises clarify, revealing a conversation of the younger Apples.
> “Ah geez, sis! That almost caught me!”
> “Sorry, Applejack!”

>>28095334
I wasn't gonna say anything but yea
it doesn't ruin it though
I do, however, have to revise my mental picture as I got my lefts and rights confused somewhere down the line.

Man this brings back memories. I used to fall asleep to movies.. it's funny because rewatching the disney classics now, they're all like fuckin 76 minutes long. They're over before i know it. as a kid they felt like they took ages.. but not as many ages as the TRULY long things like mary poppins and sound of music.
I don't think I've ever made it through the end of live action 101 dalmatians without falling asleep, mainly because it's such a great movie right til the 'let's have a bunch of cgi puppies humiliate glenn close' dud of an ending.

>>28095370

Eh, well I'll probably be able to fix most of it. Usually I just write it and I'm done, just because of time and energy constraints. But I corrected five fucking things in that final post alone (after seeing mistakes in the others), and that's like, ESL levels of awful.

>>28095492
i wouldn't go that far, it looks to me more like you just let your brain and your fingers run on their own (which makes sense since it's clear how you write) and they occasionally make little mistakes of autocompletion.

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>>28095545

Glad I'm not coming off as an idiot. Still, the primary thing I'm going for is immersion, and when I say things like "you lean into you," that kinda screws it up.

>>28095772
reminds me of when school handed us out red ribbons to tie to car antennae and write 'don't drink and drive' on them
and dad wrote 'don't drink and drink' which is also good advice
he is currently dying of alcohol poisoning and crippling depression. it's funny!

>>28035387
>Oh man. Oh man and woman. Oh manwich. You’re really out here. Apple Bloom invited you over to check out her secret spot in the woods.
>She said it’s not too far, but you know at least it’s far enough that nobody’s going to be able to find you, and that opens up infinite possibilities.
>The first time you hung out in her barn, you can’t believe how far things went considering anyone could have come in at any time; and the second time, at your house, your parents were gone but the possibility of them coming home early did nag at you slightly.
>This time all bets are off. All guards are down. You could put on headphones if you wanted. Why.. why would you? Anyway,
>The leaves crunch under your feet. These woods are weirdly nice and clean, not that hazy kind of bug-infested buzzy pollen-filled woods that look really cool in a videogame or ghibli movie but in real life just make you itch.
>There’s a little mist in the air, and the temperature is perfect. At least you hope it’s perfect for Apple Bloom. Like, without her clothes on.
>She doesn’t seem dressed like she’s cold. In fact you’re pretty sure that’s called a SUNdress, and you would bet dollars to donuts she’s raw underneath it.
>She hops over a log and it flies up briefly as she lands.
>Yep, you saw a bit of pale yellow buttcheek. A little crescent moon. She has never looked more like a fairy to you, especially in this enviroment. Like a little woodcut illustration from back when people had bigger things to worry about like getting eaten by wolves to bother caring what someone in a drawing was showing.

>>28099334
>”It’s not too far now, Anon” she coos out, probably feeling the anticipation as hard as you are. a cozy scene. “We could actually… well we could start undressin’ now, but maybe it’s best to wait for the clearing so we don’t get scratched up where the sun don’t shine.”
>She giggles at her charmingly rural bon mot
>In fact she’s already watching the ground carefully to avoid minor vegetation-based injuries, something you don’t need to bother as much with as you’re wearing pants, and unlike her, -shoes-. That girl seems to just hate wearing anything below the thigh.
>The truth is, Bloom might have put some boots on today, and normally did for forest adventures (even if she was in the habit of kicking them off as soon as the ground allowed), but after hearing you complimenting her feet she’s felt reluctant to ever cover them in your presence again.
“Hold on, I gotta take a whiz.”
>All this excitement has put a very different tingle in your nethers, one which USUALLY precludes your need to relieve yourself, at least that kind of relief. In fact, normally exciting trips of any kind make you look back and realize you went a whole day without peeing, but some combination of the natural environment, the dewy air, and the huge tumbler of water your mom made sure you drank before going outside today (“Gotta stay hydrated!”) have you looking for a tree to stand behind.
>That one will do. Good and thick trunk. You automatically put it between you and your red-haired companion and reach for your waistband-
>You nearly piss yourself when her cute little face pops around the side of the tree.

>>28099351
>”Do it in fronta me.” She looks at you with a completely serious look in her eyes. If you covered her pursed little smile you could almost think she was demanding an honest explanation or a confession from a suspect caught stealing. “Ya have to. Umm, woods rules.”
>You shrug, realizing she’s already seen you do ‘worse’ with this appendage. You retrieve your Anonschweiger from its confines and aim it at the tree. Apple Bloom beams at it. This is the first time she’s seen your little guy flaccid, actually. Well nearly flaccid. It won’t be at all if you keep this up, then you’ll have even more trouble. Go ahead. Come on now.
>This feels weird. You don’t even like using urinals. That training you’ve given yourself to wait for a round water-filled receptacle, enforced since you were too tiny to use a proper-sized one, is hard to override.
>”Go ahead! Ah wanna see it.”
“It’s hard.”
>”Doesn’t look like it!”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it! Now just lemme concentrate, or I’ll hose you down!”
>She squeals and backs up slightly, still grinning and still peeking around the edge of the tree. After one of those weird shivers, you finally successfully drain the lizard, blushing all the while as this girl you’re rapidly falling in love with watches as intently as she would if kittens were being born.
>Putting it away after the traditional shakes, you suddenly feel the urge to even the score. You pounce on the unsuspecting gangly arrangement of limbs and pull her into a hug

>>28099373
>”Ewww ya didn’t wash yer hands!” She sticks her tongue out at you.
>Said hands press intently on her stomach in an attempt to jostle her bladder “Great, now ah gotta go!”
>Bingo.
“You’re not –going- anywhere though. Woods-
>”Yeah ah know, rules are rules. Yer just as much of a pervert as ah am.” She happily squats down and hikes her dress up a lot further than she needed to, just short of exposing her chest. You also hunker down, to get a better view.
>She actually drank a ton of apple juice this morning with this very thing in mind, remembering the giggles and teases of having to go out in the woods with friends, and once again wanting to change a fun and friendly thing into something more exciting with her new special friend.
>Some twisted sense of turnabout encourages you to keep your composure as yet another first-time sight comes to your eyes, and try to tease her as she did you.
“I suppose this is why you went commando –this- time, for convenience? I thought you were bringing panties for me to sniff.”
>”Shut up!” She razzes as her golden flow slows to a trickle and stops. “Well now you’ve seen a girl pee. You can check that off yer… shoot, ah didn’t bring… well, anything!”
“What’s the problem?”
>”A girl’s gotta wipe after, don’tchu know that? Boys don’t know how lucky they are. Ah wunnr what they did on Gilligan’s Island.. prolly bananner leaves. But ah don’t see any decently big leaves around.. Leastwise not clean ones.”
>You triumphantly reach into your pocket and pull out a tissue. You don’t need to tell her it was used once. It’s not like you were sick.
>”Mah hero!” Apple Bloom plants a kiss on your cheek and makes use of it before tossing it aside. Shit’s biodegradable anyway.
>Suitably abluted and closer than ever, you go on your way

>>28099387
>Finally you come across the clearing. It’s fucking beautiful. Seriously there’s shafts of light coming down and everything. You’re surprised there’s not, like, a mother deer nursing fawns in the middle of it.
>Seeing your awe, Apple Bloom contributes: “One time there was a mama deer with babies sucklin’ on her! Right in the middle of it!”
>Called it.
>“ ‘Course they ran away when Scootaloo opened her big fat mouth and shouted how cool it was.”
>Brushing aside some fallen leaves, Apple Bloom sits down on a hollow but sturdy log and begins lounging like some kind of yoga cat, just trying to pour herself into the natural beauty.
>She lifts one leg up super high, exposing her little pussy, then rolls herself to the opposite side and lies down, her eyes never leaving you. “Go on, we can get nekkid now.” You happily oblige.
>”Would you get turned on if I did some kind of a strip tease for ya, Anon? Like one o’ them hoochie coochie girls? Ah didn’t really plan mah wardrobe too well, only got this..” She slowly pulls the shoulder straps down, exposing her cute chest, and slightly awkwardly slides it off of her butt without getting up. She then tries to kick the dress at you, but it flies about half as far as it should, and goes off-course. “Dangit. Ah wanted to impress ya.”
>A pigeon or some kind of bird makes a bit of noise that doesn’t draw either of your attentions.
“Apple Bloom, you.. you’re beautiful, you know that? I’d hike for miles to get just a secret peep at you through a keyhole. If anyone’s getting a show, it’s you.”
>She blushes at your compliment but eagerly rocks back on her hands like an excited little kid sitting on the newly-carpeted Sunday School room floor as the Manger Babies show starts. Somehow this is infinitely preferable to hoots and catcalls, however ironic.

>>28099402
>A fat squirrel or a bunny or something rustles the nearby shrubbery as you start sexily stripping for your favorite neighbor. You’ve never remotely done this kind of thing before, but whatever embarrassment you might have is rapidly being trained by your brain to ignore when in her presence. After all, the male of the species is supposed to put on the display. That’s just nature, Gunter.
>You jut your legs out whilst removing your shoes, trying to sexily remove your socks in a way befitting lingerie. Apple Bloom claps, you’re really glad she’s not laughing.
>You cut the irony and switch to a bit more Chippendale style as you stretch and then violently remove your shirt. You would probably gladly tear it if it made her smile, but shit, your dad bought you that shirt.
>You try your best to dance while lowering your pants, but as much as those rhyme, they really don’t go together, and you nearly fall. AB doesn’t seem to notice. Finally you slowly drop your drawers, which is a relief because you’ve had a raging stiffy since Bloom’s charms came into view.
>”Helll yeah, give that Adonis some baby oil or sump’n!” Apple Bloom awkwardly tries to comment.
>You walk over to where she is, sit down next to her, and do what comes naturally. You hold her in your arms, this perfect naked Eve of yours, in your very own garden, and you kiss.
>You kiss the hell out of her perfect little mouth. Your tongue goes inside and traces each of her cute perfect little teeth. Apple Bloom actually whimpers with the sheer pleasure of the act.
>A goddamn badger or something makes some rather more significant noise across the clearing around where you left your clothes, and where the errant sundress landed, but you’re too engrossed in making out to care. You can’t even muster the brain function to consider what comes aft-
>Wait a second.

>>28099412
>A couple of giggles and a flurry of movement are all you catch when you suddenly realize you weren’t alone.
>Thoughts of embarrassment, thoughts of protecting Apple Bloom, all of these try to make their way through your already clouded and crowded brain door, but some deep instinct to protect posessions kicks in ahead of them. You pounce.
>Just at the edge of the brush, you catch a soft white leg ending in a pink hiking boot, and tug it back into the clearing.
>”Sweetie Belle! You were spyin’ on us?” Apple Bloom defiantly inquisits, snatching her dress out of her friend’s hand. At least she thought they were friends!
>Of course it was -her- clothes you got back. You briefly (ha) try to cover yourself, then realize A) she’s already seen everything and B) Apple Bloom’s not bothering, so you’ll stand in proud defiance with her. It’s not YOU who should feel ashamed right now.
>”It was Scootaloo’s idea! I didn’ wanna…. Well I did wanna, but… I wanted to wait and ask you first…”
>”Sorry ‘bout that, Anon. O’course ah told mah best friends about you an’ me. Ah’m sure you’d have bragged to yours too if’n you’d made some yet.” She whispers in your ear “Ah didn’t tell ‘em evrything though”
>You weren’t going to be mad at her, that’s absolutely right.. The difference being if you’d made some guy friends, you would have –embellished- rather than held back.
“So should we run after Scootaloo?” Thoughts of your sunshineless areas getting poked seem a lot more likely at high speed.
>”No need” the naked Apple Bloom, looking strangely tougher and less vulnerable than her fully clothed guilty-looking friend, assures you.
>She shouts loudly: ”Ahem! Two words, Scoots: Brown Betty. You want me to keep going?”
>the rustling of a not-badger stops suddenly in its tracks before slowly returning.

>>28099453
>”Like ah said, us friends know each others’ secrets.. An’ that comes in handy sometimes. One of the neat things about these woods is you can shout any ol’ deep stuff and nobody’ll ever hear it.. UNLESS THEY’RE SNEAKING UP LIKE TWO LITTLE..”
>”Oh jeez oh jeez, don’t tell him about THAT!” An even skinnier orange girl emerges, holding your shirt and pants. She never got your footwear, actually.
>”Hate to play the secrets card, but ah’m plumb mad at you two for ruinin’ somethin’ special ah had goin’ on here with Anon”
>”We didn’t mean to ruin anything” Sweetie squeaks. “It doesn’t have to stop anyway” Scootaloo brusquely but accurately suggests.
>”If’n you think ah’m gonna let you off easy yer gonna hafta be more penitent’n that! First thing’s first, get them clothes off.”
>”W-what?” Sweetie Belle has her fists balled up in her face like a scared rabbit.
>”Meh, s’only fair” Scootaloo shrugs, kicking off her sandals and peeling off her tank top, revealing even less of a figure than Apple Bloom. “You’d better go ahead n’ do it, Anon looks strong enough, and I get the distinct feeling he and Bloomers are on the same page.”
>Sweetie turns bright pink and watches her friend yank down her shorts revealing a totally blank pudendum. She’s utterly paralyzed, despite knowing she’s been caught and there’s no getting out of this sticky situation. Oh god she’s still sticky. She can feel how gooey it is down there from watching Anon and his-his-his.. even in her thoughts she can’t say it.

>>28099473
>It’s embarrassing enough at sleepovers, she usually changes into her nightgown under the covers, even while Scootaloo shamelessly holds her ‘biology lectures.’
>Not that she has anything against her friends’ attitudes. Not at all! But she couldn’t bring herself to watch, she just pretended to get sleepy. And now, here, out in the open.. This time she couldn’t look away. Not from the bare orange fields of Scootstown, nor the recently-started embers of Sweet Apple Acres nestled in their yellow valley, and CERTAINLY not from Anon’s… Oh god he has hair too. Look at all that, it’s so much.
>”EEK!” She squeaks as Apple Bloom grabs the hem of her shirt. “The show ain’t free, sister. It costs one wardrobe, an’ you already bought your ticket!”
>Her hands try to hold down the shirt but she quickly gives up the fight when Scootaloo’s strong tomboyish hands join in. She pushes her down onto the log so she can wrestle off her trendy skirt and pale blue panties in one awkward motion, stopping briefly to tug the boots off of feet that quickly stop trying to kick when they realize it’s futile.
>Apple Bloom undoes and removes Sweetie’s bra, leaving her only in her socks. “Get those too, Scoots. Nekkid means all the way.” You recall AB being a stickler about that, and wonder if it has anything to do with your predilections.
>Marshmallowy arms quickly try to cover squishy developing breasts, but instinctively go to her sides to hold her balance as her more athletic friend lifts up her legs and removes her socks, not-at-all-accidentally exposing her entire soft, puffy vulva. Also, pink painted nails.
>Seeing Bloom holding Sweetie’s arms back as an invitation, your male eyes drink in both of these disparate girls. The ironing-board-flat but toned and muscular Scootaloo with her bald cleft, the soft and huggable-looking Sweetie and the tuft of cotton candy on her mound. Your schwanschtucker starts drooling copiously, leaving a strand like a spider web in the light breeze.

>>28099496
>”Good, it’s all out in the open. Admit it, doesn’t it feel wild?” Scoots nods at Bloom’s assertion, “Yeah, this is rad. I didn’t think you’d be the first to get a guy out here. Good for you, A.B.! I’m hella jealous.” while Sweetie’s blush spreads nearly head to toe.
>”Like what you see, Anonymous?” Scootaloo says teasingly, insinuating that you were named after that famous poet. You do, actually. You’re not sure how much of that to vocalize.
>”Alright now that we’re even, I think it’s okay if they watch. It’s kind of excitin’ ” She changes her tone to a bit more terse “An’ it’s –different- if we –know- they’re –here-“
”Watch… what?”
>”Well, you remember what we did last time.. Ah know neither of us has to fake brag about our experience to know full well that it feels better with another person doin’ it ‘stead’a you. like how you cant tickle yourself.”
>That gives you an idea. You tickle her mercilessly up and down her ribs and the soft spots of her torso below them, copping a feel of her boobs in the process. You actually hadn’t been paying much attention to her chest in your last encounters, being that her extra-special place was right out there and in your face, twice, it kind of took the attention.
>Now you stop tickling and just rest one hand on her small but perky tits. Tits really is the word for them. What is that, maybe half an A-cup? Why is that AA? Is it like batteries? Why aren’t there C-cup batteries?
>”Glad to see you’re still in a playful mood” AB chuckles as her nips harden from your touch.

>>28099506
“Well I’m just glad you’re not jealous of me getting to see the others naked too.”
>She looks at her two best friends, watching avidly, wondering when you’re going to get down to the real business, but not wanting to say anything and get themselves more in trouble. Then she whispers in your ear “Ah got mah claws in you, Anon. You don’t hafta call me your girlfriend but ah know you’re mine, Apple women can just tell these things. An’ lettin’ the girls watch just feels right to me. Let’s give ‘em a real good show.”
“What, the dancing wasn’t enough?”
>”Say that’s right, you girls still owe Anon somethin’ for gettin’ to see that private moment without askin’..” Your mind briefly races before she completes her thought: “New woods rule: anyone gits aroused, they gotta touch themselves. No hesitatin’, no hidin’ it, right out in the open, an’ no holdin’ back yer voice”
>What is WITH this girl? You’re going to enjoy finding out. A pale yellow virgin hand slowly traces up your thigh, ready to give its very first handjob. Contact is made. You very nearly lose it, having once again foolishly skipped a masturbation session so as to ‘save it’ for her. Come on, Anon, you want HER to enjoy herself too, right?
>Okay, look at something else. Distract yourself. Uh, trees, branches, naked girls- DAMN! Actually, what’s that Scootaloo is doing?
>She scoots over next to Sweetie Belle, whose knees are pressed tightly together. The pointy white cones, still flushed pink, heave with her heavy breathing.
>”You’re not doin’ iiiit” Scoots taunts. “It’s the rule, Apple Bloom said so.”
>”B-but, I-m n-not-“ “Bullshit, I saw STEAM comin offa’ it. Every critter for a mile around can SMELL how turned on you are. And why woudln’tcha be? Anon’s man meat is sitting out here in the open, right in front of your eyes, and now it’s gettin’ worked over.”

>>28099515
>”Only a carpet muncher wouldn’t be aroused by that. Now go ahead and get your fingers in there before I do it FOR ya!” Scoots punctuates with a shove. She tries to split her attention between you and her shy friend as the latter slowly spreads her legs just enough to make room to reach down and rub between her pillowy labia.
>”No stayin’ quiet now. I know you’re a squealer for sure” Sure enough, Sweetie starts moaning, each vocalization ending in a little squeak. Her other hand reaches to her left breast and just gently touches the nipple. Her copious moisture leaks out onto the log.
>”Uhh Scootaloo, maybe stop distracting Anon. You’re supposed to be watchin –us-, remember?” Apple Bloom pipes up, her fingers only holding your hardness gently. Mercifully this brief hiatus buys you some time. “An’ I’m pretty sure you’re plenny geared up too, judgin’ by that li’l jellybean I see there”
>Indeed, the man in Scoots’ little boat was doing his best “standing out of the sunroof of your limo on prom night” impression.
>At her friend’s insistence of “Git crackin’!” Scootaloo puts one leg up on the log and starts rubbing her clit, pulling on its hood roughly while she watches the action going on with you two.
>Applebloom gets a solid grip on your dick and looks right in your eyes. “You don’t hafta hold back either, Anon. Ah know men don’t last that long an’ I wanna show ‘em how you pop off”

>>28099556
>She starts rubbing it faster. Her technique is pretty.. straight up wrong, but it’s working anyway, because it’s her.
>You groan and almost roar as the mechanisms spring into action and send stream after stream of seed into the air, hitting Apple Bloom mainly in the face and getting all over her hand. You’ve never produced that much at once before.
>Sweetie and Scoots pause their ministrations, in awe. Scootaloo has spied on a lot of people fucking. Like, a lot. Like more than she probably should, enough that she could easily get into trouble. But this is the first time she’s seen the “money shot” clearly.
>Sweetie Belle meanwhile seriously didn’t know it was white. She brings her own dripping hand up to her face, just to check what color her own fluids are. This is a learning day for Sweetie more than anyone.
>Supremely proud of herself, Apple Bloom makes sure both of her friends are watching as she licks her hand clean of your cum. “Not bad, Anon. Wouldn’t frost a cake with it, but not bad at all.” Scootaloo has officially lost the coveted status of most experienced girl.
>”Now, ah might be a mite harder t’operate, but why don’t you give it a shot” Bloom wipes her face off with her other forearm, wiping it in turn on her outer thigh, and turns around, pressing into you with her back. The both of you are kind of messy now and you don’t care. There’s even a wet strand of her bangs that’s going to stick out funny when it dries. You hope you don’t get glued together.
>She grabs your hand and guides it down. You’re genuinely curious to see if you can work out how her pleasure peach functions. You start by rubbing it slowly on the outside. Her moans suggest you’ve chosen the right tack.

>>28099586
>The other two girls resume touching themselves, conciously following your actions as closely as possible, to try to guess what it would feel like. Their moans fill the air, but you pay more attention to making this sweet redhead feel good like she just did for you.
“Is it uh.. okay if I go inside?”
>”Just one” Apple Bloom says, sweating and panting. You oblige and slowly poke your index finger inside her. It’s so hot and wet. You realize you have no idea what to do. What did she do last time? Right, the button at the top.
>You rub it gently, your first touch causing her to react in shock. But she still has her hand on yours, and she’s not moving it away, so you keep going.
>It takes a while, you lose track of time, but eventually the little clearing is filled with the sounds and smells of three girls getting off at once, all either directly or indirectly your doing. Not bad.
>All three manage to achieve toe-curling orgasms (you saw that actually happen!), even Sweetie, who has never masturbated so competently and effectively before.
>You reluctantly pull your hand away from the nicest place it has ever been, including a bag of P.B. Crisps, and check out the glistening moisture.
>In your recent experience, all that is good for a good is equally good for a gander, so you taste your fingers. Okay, tastes like it smells. How are you going to descr-
>”That was great, Anon.” She always knows what to say, so you don’t always have to.
>Scootaloo stretches out like a cat. “What now, my nudes? Play grab-ass for a while? Some dumb shit like that? I’m outta ideas.”
>Applebloom has never looked more beautiful to you than flushed in the afterglow you gave her. “Ah prolly shouldn’t go home lookin’ like this.. We’d best go wash up in the crick.”
>”It’s called a creek, ya heek!” Scootaloo goodnaturedly mocks. “But that’s a good idea. Then I can say I’ve taken a bath with a guy!”

>>28099606
>The four of you carefully walk down the gentle slope a few dozen yards from the clearing, into view of the shady and cool creek. Even Sweetie seems to have lost her self-conciousness, she’s not trying to cover up.
>You feel playful enough to run and scream like kids, but really the ground is too twiggy here for your bare feet, and you’re all a little tired from your decidedly adult activities.
>You all dip your sweaty bodies into the cool water. Sweetie squeals slightly at the cold. You proceed to wash off the various fluids you’ve accumulated, which doesn’t take too long.
>Scootaloo starts splashing the rest of you, beating her bare chest and hooting with glee. “To us! To the Crusaders! Masters of bating!”
>You roll your eyes a bit at her corny exclamations, but Apple Bloom adds “Yep, that’s us. No shame, no secrets, no swimsuits”
“No inhibitions?”
>You playfully grab the wet and slippery girl in your arms and hold her to your body. She giggles and shrieks . “Maybe a few, but if you have somethin’ in mind, you gotta share. Woods-“
“Right, woods rules. Well…”
>You decide further elaboration is unnecessary and start kissing Apple Bloom on the neck. On the collarbone. Down to her little breasts. You suck on her cute nips, each in turn.
>”Oh gosh, Anon.. h-how far you gonna go?”
>She’s testing you, you reckon. So far she has let you in more than you expected, and put a lot of trust in you. But you think things have gone far enough for one day. That thought, and the ol’ refractory period (which hasn’t stopped you from getting quite erect again in the presence of this trio of water nymphs), convince you to stop after quite lewdly licking and kissing Apple Bloom on her navel, and let her go. After a quick butt squeeze.
>You all have a good laugh and make your way back to the clearing.

>>28099623
>The sun is coming through at just the right angle now to help you all dry off, though each of the girls insists you help out by way of full-body hugging and rubbing their limbs.
>Once everyone is dry, you all reluctantly re-don your clothing. Sweetie Belle is the first to get fully re-dressed, or so she appears. “Wh-where are they?”
>Scootaloo teasingly spins the blue panties around on her finger. “Where’s what? Oh, these? Pff, you don’t need ‘em. I only own like two pairs and I only wear those with jeans. Are you worried someone’s gonna look up yer skirt?”
>Sweetie Belle’s face puffs up like an angry pokémon whose singing has unexpectedly put its audience to sleep despite that being what it does by nature and how the hell did it ever get any other concept of singing
>She swings her fists at the much more athletic girl and manages to grab her panties back. “Whoa, jeez, it was just a joke!”
>Sweetie defiantly tucks them into her purse rather than re-donning them, content with having won the small victory over teasing and establishing herself as more than a shybaby. Also her boots are already back on so
>Scoots redirects her attention. “Best day. BEST. Three cheers for Apple Bloom for finally getting a GUY out here! I tried, honest! Maybe if you guys hadn’t been such sticklers on the ‘no dangerous creeps’ thing.”
“Well I’m glad I’m not a dangerous creep.”
>Apple Bloom pulls some still-drying hair out of her face and looks deeply into your eyes with her brass ones once again. Even with all the sights you’ve feasted on today, those are special to see. “Sure aren’t.”
>She leans close, and whispers in your ear “Ah would have let you keep goin’, y’know.. And by that ah mean.. thanks. You’re a real man and a half, and I think ah love yew.”
>To seal this, she nibbles your earlobe and bites you gently on the neck.
“I love you too.”
>you really do! Pretty sure. Words are cheap though.
“Can we… go on a –date- sometime?”
>”Hell yeah.”

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and that's all i got. hope part 3 was enjoy

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>>28099656
Extremely. It just keeps getting better. I'm saving all this for future use, myself.

>>28100803
'ppreciate it. i don't generally save that sort of thing since if it's any good someone else will save it for me

buhmp

>>28103043
>two best ponies in one spot
that doesn't happen very often.. my two favorites don't have anything in common really, any reason to hang out together.