Applebloom paced around the barn, going through the positions of the rope in her head. It didn't matter how tight the knots were, there must be a way out of them. Which is why when her coltfriend turned up, she immediately roped him into helping. And that is to be taken literally. “Applebloom? I understand that you want to see this from the otherside of the ropes, and I'm sorta okay with that... but do I really have to wear this?”

She stopped staring at the crane, one hand on a hip and the other scratching her chin. She turned to her captive with a raised eyebrow. “Rumble, Ah gotta know if it's possible, which means rep-lic-atin' the whole thing. If Ah had time, Ah'd go get Scoots and Sweets as well, but Ah don't! Now quit yer yammering!”

The colt looked to the floor at his side, not wanting to look at himself. After Applebloom had explained what went on during the day and what she wanted to do, he agreed to help. He didn't realise that he was agreeing to be her 'test subject', and was soon in the barn with his hands tied behind his back.

He also wasn't expecting to be stripped and then redressed in Applebloom's 'magician's assistant' outfit, complete with heels. That was the confusing part, as her feet were smaller than his, and when asked she replied she borrowed a pair of her sister's. So there he was, ropes around his legs, wrists, and chest, dressed in a sexy mare's outfit. If this ever got out to the others... he'd probably die from the shame. “Right then... Ah think it's time we got to t' final test, don't you, Rumble?”

“Not really, no.” There wasn't much he could do to argue, so he just sighed as another length of rope was attached to the one binding his ankles, and then to the main hook. She walked over and began to winch him up, but not as high as they were. Applebloom walked around him a few times, studying the positions of his limbs and thinking back to how it felt to her.

“Okay, try t' get free now.” Rumble started by trying to move his arms, but they were pinned to his side. Next came his wrists, but he got nothing there. Moving his legs resulted him in swaying like the trio were earlier in the day, and he just went back and forth past Applebloom with an unamused look on his face.

“Yeah, I'm not getting out of this. I don't know why you thought you could, but it isn't possible. Now let me out.” The mare stepped away from the winch, tapping her muzzle as he continued to swing back and forth, staring at his crotch. “Applebloom, come on!”

She bent down and wrapped her hands around his muzzle, stopping the swinging motion and preventing him from further speaking. “Hmm... nah, not yet. Why don't you jus'... hang about fer a bit, and Ah'll be back soon.” Ah can't believe Ah jus' used Spike's lame joke! With a kiss to the tip of his muzzle, she turned and walked out of the barn, turning the magic powered lights off and leaving Rumble in total darkness.

He then began struggling in earnest, trying to break free, but it seemed Applebloom was as good with knots as Spike was. Stopping his attempts, he tried to think about what Applebloom was doing, probably laughing to herself about what she had done. He imagined her up there instead of him, smiling at the image.

Of course, his body reacted as well, and he felt his wings press against the ropes around his chest, and the pantyhose get tighter in the front. The door cracked open and his marefriend re-entered, having gotten changed, and carrying a candle. There was a shine on her legs, and she had her own heels on. Everything else was covered by a thigh length coat.

After setting the candle down on the side, she slipped her coat off and revealed stockings and suspenders... and nothing else, and then stepped in front of him, running her hands along the inside of his thighs. The sight caused the growing in Rumble's crotch to increasing in speed, really going tight against the nylon fabric. “Now there's a colt that can follow instruction. Ah like that. Now then, what do ya say to a little fun?”

He just stared straight forward, eyes locked on to the small patch of red hair between her legs. He then felt his muzzle pulled 'down', seeing Applebloom's eyes watching him from above her breasts, but he still didn't meet her gaze. “Rumble, Ah asked you a question, an' Ah expect and answer. Do you want some fun?”

“Uh... huh.”

“Good. Oh, an' one more thing. Ya may not want to wear pink underwear any more, Ah can see yer getting' excited by t' wet patch.” He knew what she was talking about, having felt it a few moments ago. “Now then, Ah think that 'cos you were trying to break free when Ah was tying ya up... yeah, time to pay up!”

Rumble didn't have a chance to reply as she stepped back, turning and bending at the hips to pick up a hay bale. Of course, it was right in front of him so he was given a full view every time her tail swished out of the way. She returned and put it down in front of him, making sure it was the right height, then lay back on it and spread her legs.

She shuffled down so that his muzzle was just in reach, his eyes focussed on her glistening entrance. He briefly wondered what she had been doing to get in such a state, but then another realisation hit him. Out of the three friends, Applebloom was the only one who still remained a virgin. Scootaloo was well known throughout the young stallions in town for being an easy lay, Spike and Sweetie Belle's relationship was no secret, and the way she blushed when asked answered all question they had, as she wasn't good at keeping things hidden.

And all he had done with Applebloom was some heavy, outside of the panties petting. Sure, one night after sneaking some cider from the Apple's fridge she gave him a blowjob, but she didn't remember it the next day. Now she was offering herself up like a sacrifice to the dragons in the ancient times. Only this wasn't to placate a tentative peace treaty.

He caught her scent and felt his wings attempting to spread even wider, his cock straining to break free form it's restriction. Applebloom shifted closer, bringer her moistened slit within reach. This was a first for him, so was unsure how to start. He decided to place a kiss on it first, watching her legs squirm a little. Liking the reaction, he gave her lips a small lick, causing her to moan out loud. “Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“NO, NOW GET YER TONGUE THE FUCK BACK IN THERE!!” Spurred on by her... encouragement, Rumble buried his muzzle into her crotch, slipping his tongue past her tight lips. Applebloom's legs wrapped around his head, holding him in position as she moaned even more. He traced his tongue around the edges of her folds, feeling the shudders of pleasure from her body through her legs.

Applebloom, right then, was having a hard time. Never before had she received such pleasure, and here she was breathing as if she had just run three marathons and then entered a wrestling match with three minotaurs, a few griffons, and her brother. Sweat dripped down her face, her breaths coming out in a mist as the night air cooled everything down. The tongue swirling around made her body tingle, every breath out punctuated with a heavy moan. She could feel... something building like pressure against a dam, and she did her best to ignore it.

But then Rumble tried something new, biting down gently and then sucking on her clit, making her back arch on the bale as her whole body shook, screaming out to the world. “OH CELSTIA, LUNA AN' ANYPONY ELSE!!,” but still he didn't give up. Once she had regained control, all that moved was her chest, rising up and down rapidly.

She looked down with half lidded eyes, seeing Rumble curl himself up so he could see her, his muzzle soaked in her juices. She giggled as his tongue came and licked some of it up, then he grinned at her. She was trying to work out what he was thinking, but then he dropped his head back down and took her clit in his teeth, pulling on it a little, causing her to shriek from the pain-pleasure combination.

He chewed it a little and then let go, burying his tongue once more in her now slick slit. It was his first time doing this, and he wasn't sure if he should continue, but he did anyway. He pushed it as far in a possible, feeling her tight walls clamp down on his wiggling muscle. As she was still coming down from her first one, her second orgasm hit quickly, causing her body to shake even more violently than before, and Rumble was pushed away by one of her hands, smirking as he watched her tasty juices leak down her thighs, the hay underneath her now a shade darker then the rest.

Applebloom got up and walked unsteadily over to the winch, resting her body against the support beam and slowly lowering Rumble to the floor. She dropped to her knees and crawled towards him. She undid the rope holding him to the crane, and then propped him up against the hay bale. “Rumble... Ah... Ah want you to... Ah think... Ah'm ready.”

“Are.. you sure?” He received a nod from her, and she reached to the side, grabbing the scissors. Rumble waited patiently for her to release him, but instead she cut the front off of the leotard and the pantyhose, biting her lower lip as she stared at his stiffened cock. Rumble's head fell back against the hay as she bent down and licked along the underside, and he looked down to see her gazing back up at him, keeping her eyes locked as she licked up the pre cum on his tip.

She pressed closer against his body, sliding up it. She began to grind her crotch on his, pressing his dick between them and coating it in her slick juices. She brought her muzzle in close and wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him into a passionate kiss. She pushed her tongue forward, begging for entry, and Rumble accepted. Applebloom tasted her own juices, and just the action brought her the slightest hesitation. Was she really ready? Did she actually want this?

After pulling away from him and staring into his eyes, her mind, heart and body came to an agreement. Yes, she was ready, and she wanted him right now. But one thing stopped her, and it was his next question. “Um, Applebloom? Could you, like, let me out first?”

“Ah... don't think so. Ah got ya right where I want ya, and yer gonna stay there till Ah say so, understand?” He nodded at her and she lifted her hips up, setting his tip against her lower lips. She bit her lips as she began to lower herself down, whimpering as she was penetrated for the first time.

Rumble could see the pain in her face, the way her eyes were scrunched up, and knew what had happened. “Applebloom... we can... stop if you want." She opened her eyes and he saw tears in the corner of them. “It's hurting you... I don't want to hurt you.”

“Rumble... it's okay. Ah can take it. It's jus'... Ah need to get used to it.” She slid a little lower, and he felt even more resistance. She took a few deep breaths and gripped his shoulders, then closed her eyes and thrust down, letting out a scream that could only be described as painful. Her body slumped against his chest, and he felt a few tears run down and hit his shoulder.

“Applebloom...” She shifted back, opening her eyes with a smile as she looked at him. “I'm sorry...” She cut him off with a quick kiss, pulling away with the smile still on her muzzle.

“Don't be... Ah wanted this. Now hush up and let me work.” He did as told, and she began to slowly rock her hips back and forth, adjusting to having him inside her. Her hands rested on his shoulders as she pressed forward for another kiss, moaning into his mouth as their tongues met once more. She started to lift her hips as she rocked forward, gasping as his cock slid in and out.

Even with all her fluids making things easier, she was still very tight, but that was to be expected with her. Rumble felt her get faster, burying her face into his shoulder, gasping with every movement now. He could feel his own pressure building, and started rocking his hips in time with hers, causing her moans to get louder and her grip to tighten around his back.

Her breaths became faster and faster, and so did his. With a final hard thrust, Applebloom threw her head back and screamed once more, in pleasure this time around. Her walls clamped down on Rumble's prick, sending him over the edge. Applebloom return to her grip around him as she felt his warm seed coat her insides. She slumped against his chest as he relaxed. A shaking hand reached for the pair of scissors, and soon Rumble found his limbs free to move.

He gently picked Applebloom up and sat her on the hay bale, then looked at himself. His crotch was covered in a mixture of their fluids, and also a small amount of blood. A quick glance showed the same combination dripping from the mare's love tunnel, so he walked over and grabbed the long coat. “I'll be right back, Applebloom. Just wait here, okay?” All he got in response was a small whimper, so he left and walked towards the main house.

He had been told that he could just walk in... but after what he had just shared with his marefriend... his hand came up and knocked on the door, secretly hoping nopony else was home. He already knew better though, and looked away as the door opened. “Well howdy there, Rumble. How can Ah help yo... wait a minute 'ere'.” He gave a glance at the older mare stood before him, then to the floor. “What the hay 'ave you been doing? Yer wearing tights, a pair of mah shoes... and you smell like... ya didn't?”

“Please, Miss Applejack, can I have some towels? I promise to come straight back!”

“Really now? All right then, be sure ya stick to yer promise, or Mac'll be looking for yer flank in the morning.” She turned around and went to the linen closet, digging around for some older ones. She gave them to the young stallion, and he muttered a thanks then turned to walk back to the barn, but the mare's voice stopped him. “Rumble... it can wait till t' mornin'. Jus' make sure Bloom gets back in safely and she gets cleaned up, then t' bed. And you'd best still be here in t' mornin'.”

“I promise, Miss Applejack.” He then carried on, entering the barn to find his marefriend snoring quietly. He smiled affectionately at her, placing the towels on the floor next to the bale. He spotted his own clothes to the side and hastily wiped himself down, then removed his... outfit, and put his own stuff back on. He balled up the outfit and put it in his bag, then returned to Applebloom.

He picked up a towel and began to wipe her down, getting the worst of their exploits off her. He then eased her into a sitting position, slipping the coat back onto her. “Ah don't want t' move. Can't we jus' stay here?”

“I promised your sister I'd get you to bed. Here, just stand up.” She did as asked, although unsteadily. She suddenly found herself weightless as Rumble picked her up, and she slipped her arms around his neck, nuzzling into the crook of his shoulder. With the bag on his back and his mare secure, he blew out the candle and left the barn. He'd come back and clean up in a while.

Applejack was waiting at the door, and held it open for him to walk through, smiling at the peaceful look on her sister's face. Rumble went to say something, but she cut him off with a shake of her head, and pointed towards the stairs. He nodded to her her and went up them, dumping the bag in her room and continuing to the bathroom.

He set Applebloom on the counter and turned on the shower, then removed what little clothing she was wearing. After sticking his hand in to test the temperature, he picked her up once more and entered the flow with her in his arms. He then proceeded to wash her, making sure to get her as clean as possible, then set her on the floor outside whilst he cleaned himself.

Stepping out, he grabbed a towel and dried off, then wrapped Applebloom in one and gently rubbed her down. He covered her with a dry one and left the bathroom, heading back to her room. He opened her drawers and pulled out some nightwear, meeting no resistance as he put it on her. She really was out, breathing steadily as he set her on the bed and pulled the covers over her. Quickly putting on fresh clothes, he left the room and closed the door gently after giving her a kiss on the forehead.

He made it to the top of the stairs when a voice made him stop, the hairs on the back of his neck sticking up. “An' jus' where the hay do ya think ya sneaking of t'? Mah barn is a mess, and Ah ain't seen mah sis all night.” With a nervous swallow, Rumble turned to the crimson juggernaut that was Big Macintosh, and chose to tell the truth.

“We... made the mess. I was... just going to clean it up, sir.”

“Really, you an' Bloom? Normally Ah'd give you a good takin' t', but Ah think that can wait till the mornin', an' so can t' barn. Get yer flank back in 'er room, or there'll be hell to pay if she wakes up without you there.” The massive stallion closed his bedroom door, and Rumble let out the breath he was holding.

Well, he wasn't dead yet, so he took the farmer's advice, returning to his mare's room, stripping down to his boxers and crawling in behind her. She rolled over and cracked an eye open at him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek, snuggling against his chest and laying her head on his shoulder. A wing came around and held her close, keeping her safe. “Applebloom... I just wanted to say... I... um.”

He got a small murmur as a response, but it was clear enough for him to understand. “Jus' say it, ya dummy.”

“I... love you.”

“Ah... oh, wow. Rumble, Ah... love you too.” He moved his head down and kissed her forehead, then set it back on the pillow, soon hearing his marefriend's soft snores once more. He smiled a little as he let the sound of her breaths call him to sleep. He was at first a little apprehensive about the evening's activities, but he couldn't have asked for a better outcome.

Author's Notes:

Wow... think I got a bit carried away on this section! So much for returning to SpikeBelle!!!

Next chapter, they cum first (Lol, get it?), I promise!!! Also, Slutaloo!!

Audio reading can be found here!

For those new to reading, you're lucky. A sketch done this morning! (02.04.15(That's the proper date, not the stupid American one))