This is a clop chapter with a tiny bit of fluff in it. Enjoy in the privacy of your domicile.

I had to look up the Janukparai position; from what I've researched, it looks like a style Pegasi would enjoy immensely.

From the Daily Journal of Steven Ambrose, Entry Number 34

Well, the good news is, I've successfully avoided the drama llama with the Apples. Also, Applebloom's adoration of me has gone to new heights. I was there when Silver Schooner and her bratty friend, Diamond Hard-On trotted up to my little sister-in-law. They backed away pretty damn quickly. Bloomer and I shared a good laugh over that. Seems the Terrible Twosome would not want to mess with an ape with kind of abilities I'm building. (It doesn't help that I used Leviatus on them as they approached. Frightened the wee bairns, it did!)

Applejack, Fluttershy, and I have been getting into a good groove as well. Although technically, Applejack and I have already had sex (during her estrus the other week, too), she's still kinda shy around me. Although, I did see her face light up when Flutters and I made love the other night. I think she was genuinely intrigued by the fact that the way we did was different than what she believes is the norm. The "normal way" for a stallion and a mare to couple is what humans typically call doggy style. Mind you, I'm much taller than either Flutters or Jackie; my genitals don't really line up right. So Fluttershy and I employ a few other positions. It's like something out of the Kama Sutra… My favorites are "Crab Style" (Missionary Style; Fluttershy lays on her back and I penetrate her in a way where we're belly-to-belly), "Dolphin Style" (Cowgirl Style; Flutters straddles my penis and rides it to climax), and "Congress of Minotaurs" (Wheel-barrow Style; I stand erect while holding Flutters hind legs and penetrate her that way. It's even more erotic if she's belly up while we do it. I get to watch her face as she climaxes. So hot…! I've heard tale that this is a variant of Minotaurs Congress called "Submission to A Bull").

Of course, when My Butterfly and I make love, we tend to tease Jackie a bit about it. Well, I tease the farm mare some. She certainly looks ready to jump in the action, but something stays her hooves. It's not I'm cruel about it; Fluttershy warns me when I go to far and that hasn't happened in a long while. In any case, Ay Jay is content watching the action, although a last night, she actually managed to draw up some courage and got Flutters hot and bothered for me. It was the hottest thing I've seen in my life. I was still getting undressed and Flutters was lying on the bed waiting when Ay Jay comes in. She asked if there was anything she could do to help. I jokingly replied that she could warm up Fluttershy for me. When I turn around, a very nervous but accepting Fluttershy is getting eaten out by Jackie. Just the sight of that made it difficult for me to not pleasure myself.

In other news, The Voice In My Head has been coaching me about my magic. It's just little things so far, minor spells that help me in everyday life. Things like Hard Corps, which grants me higher endurance for physical labor, Titans Boon, which makes me stronger than normal, Far Sight, which grants me temporary telescopic vision, and a small list of other non-offensive spells. I still don't know who or what this Voice is. Nopony else seems to hear it. When I asked Twilight about this, she just sort of went rigid. Sunset is certain I'm mentally disturbed or insane. I'm not sure I can argue with that assessment. I have to ask Hand That Mourns if this "voice" is the wisdom of the ancient Terran Imperials. She's been awfully quiet on this Archmage business and that's starting to worry me.

It's Wednesday, or hump day, as it's said back home. Fluttershy came over for dinner tonight, joining Applejack and I for some vegetable lasagna. It was my first time making it and I think I did alright. Applejack seemed to think it was tasty and Fluttershy had no complaints. I just hope they weren't humoring me. I may not be a chef on the order of Jeff Ramsey or whatever the fuck his name is, but I do know my way around a kitchen. We ate in a pleasant sort of atmosphere, Jackie and Flutters telling me about their respective days. It was really rather nice.

After dinner, we played a little game of strip poker. It was weird at first because, A.) none of the girls wore much (Ay Jay had her hat but otherwise both mares were wearing nothing but their coats), B.) pony playing cards are very different from human ones. The suites are Hearts, Hooves, Horns, and Halberds. I had to explain that human cards had Hearts, Diamonds, Clubs and Spades and then go into detail about the way the cards were marked. By comparison, Equestrian decks are much simpler. Instead of two through ten and then face cards, pony decks are made up of two through twelve, with face cards of Guard, Retainer, Mage, and then Princess. There is no Ace card. Their Jester card is a close equivalent to the Joker card. C.) I still have some difficulty with Equuish. Fluttershy was patient enough to teach me Equuish numbers up to twenty, so I now know how to do that. I lost, but in reality, I made out like a bandit.

Presently, I'm lying on the couch, buck naked. Applejack is on the other end of the couch, watching the events as they unfold. Fluttershy is on the other side, draped over my lap. She has my penis in her mouth and her head is bobbing up and down. I never thought I'd say this, but I enjoy the feeling of soft lips around my dick. Rainbow Dash has some nice lips, sure, but Fluttershy's are much softer and more talented. I'm not even going to ask why. All that matters now are those lips, downy soft and warm, are wrapped around my shaft while a talented tongue is servicing my erection. Oh, God, does it feel good! Not only that, but Flutters has a hoof fondling my testes. If ever there was a good time to be had it is right here, right now. Mmmm, this is fantastic!

"Ahhh," I moan, "Butterfly, I'm getting close-"

This causes Flutters to double her efforts. Applejack is watching avidly, although on occasion, I notice her gaze shifting from the fellatio happening in front of her to Flutters plot. No doubt My Butterfly is saturated by now. Unless Ay Jay is interesting in tapping that ass, I don't see why she is glancing at it.

"Ah-haha-haha-ah!" I groan, "Fluttershy, I'm almost there… just a little harder… just- a little- harder…!"

Now Fluttershy is going triple time. This isn't the first episode of fellatio My Butterfly and I have engaged in; typically we do it to get me primed for the main event. On at least three other occasions, she has gone down on me until I climaxed. (The first was an accident. I was about to tell her I was climaxing, but it came too soon. Flutters caught a thick load of my baby batter but not all of it. Since then, she's practiced to swallow as much as she can. So, yes, mean fillies suck, nice mares swallow.)

"FLUTTERSHY!" I warn.

It takes everything I have not to thrust into Fluttershy's mouth. I'm not sure what it is about the anatomy of a pony's mouth, but fellatio with one is usually pretty intense. I'm ejaculating pretty hard right now… I can feel Flutters swallowing every drop of juice I'm spilling… The motion itself is making my climax that much more intense… Now what is Applejack up to? She's on her hooves but- her forelegs are now climbing my bare chest. And now said forelegs are wrapped around my neck… Sweet Jesus, Applejack is kissing me!

And I thought Fluttershy's lips were soft… I expected Ay Jay's puckers to be weather chapped, but they're sure not! Like downy fur, they are! And her tongue… I don't know what's more sensual, Flutters fellatio technique or Ay Jay's writhing tongue! She's exploring my oral space with abandon and I'm absolutely loving it! Where was all this courage a few days ago? In either case, this is spurring my body on to climax even harder, which is something I didn't know I could do. I can hear Flutters moaning around my member. I don't even know how she is still swallowing my spunk.

When Flutters does remove herself from my erection, I can see out of the corner of my eye (because Ay Jay is taking up much of my visual acuity) a small trickle of cum falling down from Flutters mouth. Her eyes are bulging slightly, which I've come to learn that is the sign that she is trying to swallow too much at one time. She makes a valiant effort though. I would commend her for her success if my mouth wasn't full of Earth pony tongue. Ah, good, Ay Jay is breaking away from me. That was some kiss!

"He-he," the farm pony chuckles, "Sorry there, pardner. I guess I kinda got caught up in the moment."

"Don't be sorry," I wheeze, "that was a good kiss!"

I hear Flutters gulp loudly, then, "Wow, Applejack, you amaze me! I never knew you were so daring."

"Aw, shucks," Ay Jay says, "I was just swept up in th' moment, 'tis all."

I then say, "If you ask me, that little bit of courage deserves some reward."

"A reward?" Ay Jay asks, "Howda ya mean?"

"Why don't you lie down on your back, Jackie," I tell her, "and relax. I'm sure you're gonna enjoy this."

"Oh, Applejack, you're in for such a treat!" Fluttershy exclaims, "You'll probably think it's weird because it's something mares do for other mares, but I've gotten to like it. The way Stevie does it is so delightful!"

"What 're ya'll goin' on about?" Applejack questions, "Just what in tarnation is goin'- Whoa, NELLY!"

It was at the moment that I blew on Applejack's heated core. It's comes as no surprise to me that Ay Jay doesn't know what's coming. Something tells me that filly fooling is something of a forbidden topic in the Apple Family household. Still, cunninglus is a time honored human tradition and I can guarantee that Jackie is going to love this!

"N-now hold on there p-pardner!" Applejack protests, "Ain't that a little- Oh my LAND!"

My tongue just slid up Ay Jay's labia. I can feel her body quiver form excitement at this new sensation. While I attend to her slit with my tongue, I start kneading the joins of her hind legs. I'm not sure if pony parts are equivalent to human parts, but I once read that the tendons in a woman's crotch are some of the most overstressed muscles in her body. If there's an analogue for anthropomorphic equines, then this just might it. It must be something good, because I can see from my perspective that Ay Jay is biting her lower lip. I can hear her thrum as my hands massage her lady parts. Then I swipe my tongue back down her labia. The trembling Ay Jay does is as good an indication as any that she likes this.

"L-land sakes, Steve," Jackie calls, "that is- Whoo, that is somethin'! Ya'll ain't gotta do this-"

"I want to, though," I say, "you're sitting there, just taking everything in and a part of me feels bad that you're not enjoying yourself in the fullest. So sit back and enjoy."

Applejack replies, "If'n ya say SO-!"

Her response is cut off because now I'm parsing her nether lips. I can smell the faint aroma of her arousal and there is a sheen of lubrication coming from her passage. It tastes a little like apple nectar. I decide it's time to start lapping as much of this ambrosia as I can. As I lick at her folds, Applejack does her best to stay still; she is still quivering as my tongue penetrates her folds. I hear a faint moan. From my peripheral vision, I can see Fluttershy using a foreleg to rub herself. Her eyes are taking on an unfocused look that I know means she's getting aroused again.

I go back to attacking Applejack's cooze. Wow, when did Ay Jay get so warm? It's like she's becoming a miniature nuclear reactor. Well, it does make things a little better. The farm mare is gushing fluid now and I'm getting my fill it and then some. Now, what I really want to do is penetrate Ay Jay properly with my tongue. I'm going to need to move my hands- That's it, sidle them just close enough to her slit to take a hold- Part those rosy, glistening lips and- insert!

If Applejack was in the throes of passion, she's now clearly gone to another world of ecstasy. I'm probing her love channel now and I can feel the walls pulsing and throbbing around my tongue. I can feel a little nub, just nested about a quarter inch from her opening… I wonder, if I were to probe that… Bingo, that one is a good spot! I just heard Applejack gasp. Score one for me! Maybe that's the equivalent of the mystical G Spot in pony mares. Or maybe it's were a bundle of nerves rests in her vagina. Either way, when I lash at it again, Ay Jay practically jumps in her own skin. I probe farther, not forgetting that spot I hit earlier. The rest of her passage is slick and full of taught but flexible muscle. I can feel it on my tongue as I lap at the walls. Ay Jay is squirming now. She is either on the cusp of an orgasm or is just tilting at the edge. I go back for that spot again.

There it is, and woompf!, my mouth is flooding by mare cum. I just pushed Ay Jay over the edge because I can hear her moan excitedly. She isn't the only excited. I can hear Fluttershy as she rasps on the cusp of her climax. Now I'm as hard as I was when Flutters starting giving me that blow job. Before anything else goes down, I wanna take Ay Jay around another orgasm. The spot I struck earlier is now engorged; I can feel it as my tongue probes it's fringe. When I push against it, the whole orb gives me some resistance where before it was much more pliable. The effect is the same though: AY Jay quivers and shakes, a soft moan of pleasure escapes her mouth and her passage floods with her juices. I suckle off enough to last my a week, at least. When I pull away from Ay Jay's nethers, her eyes are unfocused. A slight sheen of sweat glistens on her coat and her breathing is short and shallow.

"F-f-f-for c-corn's sakes!" Applejack exclaims, "I ain't- EVER- felt that good afore! Whatevah ya did there, Steve, I gotta say I like it!"

"Feeling relaxed now?" I ask the farm mare.

"Yeah," Ay Jay replies, "dang, Lone Star never got me that far!'

"Never?!" I exclaim.

Ay Jay shakes her head, "Enope; he was done in a minute or so. I barely had time to for- well, ya know." Ay Jay then wipes her brow with a fetlock, "Whooo! I am dang tuckered out. You know, Steve, ya really know how to make a mare feel good."

"He's had lot's of practice," Fluttershy explains, "Didn't I tell you it was good?"

"Darn tootin'!" Ay Jay replies, "I don't think I can go another round, though."

"I don't think that'll be a problem," I add, "because it's looks like My Butterfly is raring to go."

Fluttershy gives me an alluring grin and come hither eyes. She is just as excited as I am.

"How do you want it?" Fluttershy asks.

"I was thinking of something new," I say, "have we ever tried 'Crane Style'?"

Crane Style is a lot like Janukurpara Position, albeit it's designed primarily for Pegasi. By the look in Flutters eyes, I think she's seen or done this before, just not with me. Considering that she's smaller than I am, this will take some doing. Although, if we get this right, I'll look like a champion.

Fluttershy flies up to me, positioning herself just perfectly. She needs little prep work, but I chance a stray finger or two down her barrel. The shiver she gives is an indication that she wants this badly. I promptly give her what she wants. With my erection placed just right, it takes no effort on my part to slide into Fluttershy's moist folds. The enveloping sensation of her passage's walls is nothing short of intoxicating. As Fluttershy quivers around my shaft, she places her forelegs on my chest. If she were human, her arms would be going around my neck, helping to hold her in place. Her wings are keeping her aloft against me, so I keep my hands gripped around her flanks to steady her.

I slide back out, removing myself to the head of my penis before thrusting in again. Fluttershy cries in pleasure as I build up a steady rhythm. All things considered, I think this might just replace Crab Style as my favorite sexual position. With this style, I'm penetrating deeper, almost thrusting past Flutters cervix. The deep penetration is making My Butterfly quake in ecstatic bliss. She has always been a little vocal when we make love, but tonight, Fluttershy is positively channeling Princess Luna. I swear, the butter cream Pegasus pressed against me is using The Royal Canterlot Voice. Even Applejack looks impressed…

The sensation of Flutters pulsating marehood is making it difficult to keep my composure. I can feel the tingle in my loins, letting me now my climax is nigh. With naught more than sheer will, I manage to reign it in. Fluttershy, on the other hoof, is at a plateau. One good push, ans she'll be over the moon. I provide that push with a hard thrust that causes my scrotum to smack against her backside. Her screams of bliss damn near tear the roof of The Wolf Den. It's a wonder that nopony on the orchard didn't hear that. (And unless I figured some way to cast a noise cancellation spell, somepony should have heard.)

It won't be long now. The pressure in my balls is reaching fever pitch. I want to at least invoke one more orgasm in My Butterfly before I shoot my load. By the look in Flutters face, she is almost there for another pass. This time, I start varying the speed of my thrusts. Slow and gentle one minute, fast and brutal the next, which keeps Fluttershy on the verge of orgasm. A little churning action with myself drove in to the hilt… There goes Flutters, with another screeching orgasm. And here comes mine-!

Ah, the release is fantastic in ways I can't even begin to describe! The twitching of my shaft as Flutter's passage wrings it for all it's worth is bliss and ecstasy. Each spurt of my love fills in around my erection, splattering her walls with my spunk. The feeling is electric, even euphoric. If there's a state of unparalleled joy, if there's a mindset of effulgent happiness, then I've found a realm just slightly below it. The rush as our orgasms pass through us is beyond anything words can describe. It is- It is thrilling, joyous, jolting, and brief. Even as my erection stops spasming, My Butterfly is still caught on the wings of happiness. She's coming down now. Her eyes are just as unfocused as Ay Jay's were after I went down on her. Her breathing is shallow, but her smile is unwavering. We both collapse on the sofa, just narrowly avoiding Applejack.

"Wow," Ay Jay says, "ya'll don't do things halfway, dontcha?"

Today is kind of a quiet day for Fluttershy and I. Hr animals are content in the summer warmth, the wind is light but cool, and the air is scented with periwinkle. The two of us are just lounging around at her cottage, taking in each other's presence. It's been a day or so since we were with Applejack. Flutters and I have done Crane Style a few more times and each time is even better than the last. Today, Fluttershy dared me to wear any clothes. She's been holding herself in since I removed the last of my vestments. It does feel kinda nice with the feeling of cloth protecting my skin from harm. I don't think I'll be doing this all over town, mind you; because human males have no sheath, my glans just hangs out in the air and I bet that would cause a stir in Ponyville. Still, here with My Butterfly with naught but the nature of the Everfree around us (the animals are indifferent about my nudity) I'm highly relaxed, more so than I've been since landing here.

Fluttershy interrupts the silence, "Can I ask you a question, Stevie?"

"Sure, My Butterfly," I confirm, "what did you wanna ask?"

"Well," Fluttershy hesitates, "I was wondering, why do you wear clothes anyway?"

"Well," I start, "there's a variety of reason why humans wear clothes. I'll try to boil it down to the most basic concepts."

Fluttershy nods, letting me know she's still listening, and I continue, "The first thing you should know is that, in most human societies, the nude human form is something sacrosanct. It's only to be revealed to a life partner; any exposure of the nude human form outside of that is considered amoral. The second thing you should know is that amongst humans, the nude human form is a direct signal for sexual arousal. That's one of the things that confused me about you ponies. All you have are your coats and all your genitals kinda hang out. At least in mares, your core is hidden by your tail. And from I'm given to understand, males have a sheath for their erections. Humans have neither of those, so excess skin is a sign of sexual promiscuity and many societies frown upon that. Following so far?"

"Mmhmm."

"Also, unlike your world, my world has inclement weather and the climate resolves on it's own. We don't have Pegasi to bust clouds or change the breeze like you Equestrians do. And because of the lack of guard hairs or other such natural features, we humans are really exposed to the elements. Sure, most of us have a layer of natural fat to keep us warm, but it has a low tolerance and a great deal of our internal organs require greater heat retention. That answer your question so far?"

"Yes," Flutters replies, "I understand it now. By why do you wear clothes most of the time? You know there aren't anypony else here right now. It's just me and you.

I think a minute before I answer that, "I guess I feel somewhat insecure with my body. Remember, when I first came here I was pretty heavy. Even with my weight loss, I still feel- exposed? No, I think the better term is vulnerable… Yes, I feel vulnerable without some clothing on. My clothes are kinda like an armor for me. Does that make any sense to you?"

"I think so," Fluttershy answers, "it's kinda like me with my security blanket and teddy bear. Your clothes make you feel- safe."

"Exactly," I respond, "I feel safe when I'm clothed."

And cue comfortable silence. I like these moments. It's just Flutters and I, nothing to say, nothing to do, just sitting here taking each other in. It's mighty refreshing, in my honest opinion. So much of my time on E- uh, back home, was spent trying to create an understanding with other people. More often than not, said people were less than willing to create such understanding. They just didn't want to see past their own noses, I guess. That's why I like it here, I don't have to deal with all that pretense.

"Hey, Stevie?" Fluttershy asks.

I reply, "Yes, My Butterfly?"

"Do you think Applejack is scared of you?" Flutters inquires.

This gives me a bit of pause, "How do you mean?"

"It's just that," Flutters says, "She's been part of our herd for almost two weeks now. She and I get along well. She'll often prime me while we wait for you to get home. Do you think she really wants to be part of our herd?"

"I think she does," I answer, "Maybe she just has gotten comfortable, yet. With you and I, we were comfortable from the word 'Go' but Jackie just got out of one relationship, a pretty intimate one I may add, and she may not be totally confident of what she can contribute to the herd. Why the sudden interest?"

"Oh, it's nothing," My Butterfly says, "well, I don't think it's nothing. Yet, Applejack hasn't shown any interest in mating with you. It has me worried. She was so daring the other night. It makes me wonder."

"Hmm," I ponder, "maybe we haven't been as welcoming as we could be. Remember, we've been dating for a while. I'm still wearing your feather, remember? Maybe we should set up a date night, help get her more comfortable with us."

"Oh, that sounds like a great idea!" Flutters exclaims, "But where would we go? Saddle & Bit? Bridle Lane? I can't think of many places where all three of us can eat without- complications."

"Who says we have to go anywhere?" I say, "why not have the date here? I can make spaghetti, we can talk and play games and if the mood strikes us…"

"Oh, I like that! Fluttershy says.

"Then we should get Ay Jay on board." I add, with a broad smile and a wink.

Fluttershy and I are back outside (I'm back in clothes again, thankfully. The blue jeans and hooded sweat shirt Rarity made me are the pinnacle of my workaday gear). If my memory serves me, Ay Jay and Big Mac are out in the East Fold, Along the way, we meet Bloomer, who confirms my hypothesis.

"So wha're ya going to see Applejack fer?" Applebloom asks.

"We want to take Ay Jay on a date," I answer, "in all the hubbub after her joining Clan Ambrose, I've neglected taking care of Jackie and I want to make up for it. I'm hoping to make this her 'Welcome to the Herd' event. Just don't tell Pinkie Pie about this."

"Don't worry," Bloomer says, "I won't."

I nod at the little filly, "Now, if I were an apple farmer, where would I be?"

"How about over there?" Fluttershy says, pointing to a copse of trees that shake at intervals.

"That sounds about right," I say, "Thanks, Bloom!"

"Anytime, Biggest Brother!" Bloomer calls, before trotting away.

Flutters and I make our way through the rows of now barren apple trees. As we walk, the sound of thudding apples and quaking trees reaches our ears. I can hear Ay Jay's Volunteer Drawl grunting in effort. Big Mac's drawl is not that far away; with a little imagination, I can see him thumping a tree with his huge hind hooves and gathering up baskets of apples before loading them onto one of the carts. I can see one of them now. It's loaded to burst with the delicious, ripe fruit.

"Howdy there," I call out, as I catch sight of the orange farm mare, "working hard, I see."

"Eyup," answers, Jackie, "these apples ain't gonna fell themselves, heh-heh."

"Well, we won't keep you long," I say, "we just wanted to invite on a date."

"A date?" Ay Jay repeats, "what kinda date?"

"A romantic one!" Flutters pipes in, "Dinner, dancing, having fun," and then in that sultry voice that I often heard when she I were alone, "lovemaking…"

"Oh!" Jackie exclaimed, "I, uh- Are ya sure ya wanna? Ah ain't sayin' no or nothin', but Ah mean, is it really necessary?"

"It is, yes," I reply, "we wanna make you feel welcome to Clan Ambrose. And what better way of doing so than taking you out on a date. I know we've spent time together, but this will be a night of making memories. So, would you join us?"

"Ah, uh-" Jackie stammers before Big Mac steps in, "She'll be delighted. She has chores until sunset, but Ah think I can spare her for the last hour. She ain't gonna miss much and Ah can handler the carts alright be m'self."

"Thanks, Biggie," I say, "so, eight o'clock, my place? Wear you best dress." Then I drop to sotto voce whisper, "You won't be needing to for long, but I would like to see you at your most beautiful."

"Uh, sure," Jackie says, blush starting on her face that makes her freckles stand out greatly, "eight on the dot, at yer place, sure."

"Bring an appetite, too," I add, "there'll be enough for thirds or better."

By seven, I had the noodles in the water and a rich tomato sauce on a simmer. My kitchen, relatively small for me, was still more than adequate for me to make every dish I could remember to make and a few that I experimented with. On the work surface tot he right of the sink, I had diced onions, basil, and oregano in small mounds. I had to search carefully for those ingredients; stuff coming from Neighples is hard to come by and prohibitively expensive. The good news is that I stockpiled this stuff while I was still working at the Arcade. The bad news was, I has used most of it for tonight's festivities.

Fluttershy turned up after making a quick stop in town and then tending to her companions back at the Menagerie. She trotted in a brilliant pink dress with hints of crimson and midnight blue in the trim. Those colors are part of my family crest and as part of that, I was wearing my family tartan (I had Rarity make me one) and a kilt. As per Scottish tradition, I was wearing anything under the kilt, wink-wink. For the past few hours, while I was getting the spaghetti ready and crafting the homemade spaghetti sauce, I placed candles all around the Wolf Den. There wasn't a flat surface in the living room without a candle on it. The same was true for the dining room and the bedroom. (Twilight had given me a set of magical candles she received from her sister-in-law, Cadence. They're supposed to light up in the shades of love, pinks, reds and ambers. I haven't had a chance to use them yet, though I should have.) If all went well, tonight, I'd be burning down those candles to the end of the wick.

Fluttershy was helping me set up the dining room. And the plates were in place, silverware installed in the proper position, goblets and glasses resting positively at their settings and a candelabra with three sticks was set in the middle of the table. I had practiced some minor fire spells, so I could light the candles at will. It took a while to get it right; my first few attempts almost destroyed a comforter I was using on my bed…

"The spaghetti is going to need at least a half hour to to get al dente," I mutter, "no need to rush it."

Fluttershy was watching when I said that and asked, "Who is Al Dente?"

I chuckle, "Not who, what. It's an Italian term. It means, "Firm, yet tender."

Fluttershy's head tilts to the side, "Like, when you hug me?"

"Kinda," I say, "I'm not going to bite you to make sure you're tender."

My Butterfly giggles at that, "Not that I would mind…"

I give her a kiss on her muzzle, "Maybe later, Butterfly. Tonight is all about Applejack, remember?"

Flutters nods but the smile on her face never fades. This mare is a blessing, I tell you! Was that I bell ringing I just heard?

"Stevie," Flutters begins, "do you have something in the oven?"

"Why yes I do," I answer, "and it should be done by now."

I stoop down to the oven and remove a baking pan full of the desert I was preparing.

"Teramisu," I declare, "finest desert made by man. Jackie's gonna flip when she has this."

"It smells lovely" Fluttershy comments, "What's in it?"

I explain, "Half a dozen eggs, some sugar, Masaprone cheese especially ordered from Neighples, ladyfinger cookies, whipped cream, unsweetened cocoa, semi-sweet milk chocolate, and some Sweet Apple Acre Hard Cider. I don't think I can get any Kahlua here…"

"That- actually sounds good," Flutters comments, "I think she'll like, too."

I give My Butterfly a smile before returning my attention to the boiling water the spaghetti is in. It's almost time; Applejack should be here any minute now.

"Oh, I think I see her!" Fluttershy exclaims.

"Excellent," I say, "could you answer the door, My Butterfly? I have my hands full here."

Flutters nods and steps out of the kitchen. I hear the door open and the orchard owner steps into the living room. I can hear Flutters and Jackie having a delightful conversation while I get the last minute meal preparations done. Now where did I put my colander? I thought I had it under the sink. Oh, wait, Jackie cleaned up here the other day. I bet she moved it it. If she did it's probably- Yep, there it is, in the cupboard over the sink. She must have asked Flutters to set it there. Well, no harm no foul. I like it there better there where I had it; it's easier to get to. Now to strain the noodles!

The sauce is bellisima! I can taste the hints of oregano and basil and the onion isn't overpowering. It is perfection! I'm getting better with cooking in my old age. Okay, let me set the heat for the sauce on low. It needs to be warm while we tackle the appetizers. There we go, low heat. Now, I need to set the spaghetti in a bowl and get the salads on the table. Not too much longer now.

"I wonder when we're gonna eat?" I hear Applejack say from the living room.

Flutters says, "Stevie told me that he's almost done. From what I saw, he has a three course meal set up for us."

"Hoowee!" Jackie exclaims, "good thing Ah brought me an appetite! Sounds like we're goin' for some good eats!'

"That we are," I say as I look into the living room where my two mares are seated, "by the Hands of The Nailed up Christ! Jackie, you are exquisite!"

The farm mare blushes at the compliment but I don't see why. She has on a leaf green gown with gold piping in the trim. The bodice of her gown wraps over her barrel in a V formation. making her look slimmer than she really is but accentuating her feminine curves. I had no idea a dress like this sat in her closet but I thank God that she has it. She also has foregone her Stetson in favor of a gold hair band; her normal plate is more complex than ever, as the braid is now a six strand affair. It must have taken her and Applebloom an hour or more to get that way. All in all, the effect is simply stunning.

"Aw, shucks, Steve," says a bewildered Jackie, "ya'll ain't gotta say that."

"But it's true," I reply, "you are beautiful! I love what you did with your hair! It's so elegant."

"He-he-he! 'Bloom and Ah spent a while gettin' it this way. It's good t' know the effort ain't been wasted."

"No it hasn't, Applejack," Fluttershy comments, "it looks so lovely on you."

"That it does," I add, "but before we delve into a mutual admiration society, I came in here to tell you all that dinner, it is served."

The mares on my sofa drop off it and follow me into the dining room. There, the appetizing salads and bread sticks wait with a tureen of marinara sauce. I started that sometime this morning before Fluttershy came over. Naked cooking can be exciting, but I had to overly cautious to ensure I didn't singe my gonads off. I should have taken Spike's advice and gotten myself an apron. Who cares what somepony thought of it, my genitals and fire don't mix.

Fluttershy and Applejack take a seat around the round dining table I had made. I can see Ay Jay practically drooling over the salad, bt in a fit of gallantry, she decides to wait until I sit down. She really didn't have to, but I like that she employs some restraint. Later on, restraint will be the least thing on her mind. As soon as I sit down and say a little prayer, we begin to eat. Applejack polishes off six breadsticks and her salad with gusto. Fluttershy daintily eats her salad and dips her two chosen breadsticks in the marinara sauce with the tips of her wings. Her look of joy at the combination is well worth the terror of nearly burning off my Johnson. When Ay Jay sees Flutters in gastrointestinal bliss, she tries her own hoof with the breadstick/marinara combo. Cue shuddering, taste bud explosion!

"Wow, Steve," Ay Jay exclaims, "Ah didn't know ya could cook."

"I do what I can," I say, "living the bachelor life, I've had to adapt to eating just for myself. Eating out all the time is stressful to the mind and sore on the wallet."

"Ah'll say," Applejack replies, "last time Ah went out fer dinner, I darn near lost me a foreleg an' a hindleg!"

I chuckle at that, "An arm and a leg, huh? Yeah, some places can be like that. That's why I eat at home. Save some of that hard earned lucre."

As the appetizers thin out, I excuse myself to bring out the entree. The pan of tomato sauce and the spaghetti bowl I set in the middle of the table on either side of the lit candelabra. All three of us help ourselves to generous portions of the pasta and sauce. I then need to give a minor tutorial on the proper etiquette for eating spaghetti. Fluttershy is little timid in slurping up the noodles but Applejack gets it in a thrice. Soon, there's slurping of noodles and a great conversation going. Jackie tells us about the harvest for the year; she has a prize apple that is going to Appleloosa in the fall. She claims it to be the biggest apple on this side of Equestria. I haven't seen it, but I take her word for it. Fluttershy tells us about a new friend she made while helping out her bear, Harry. A badger, from Flutters description, and a right friendly one, too. My understanding of the weasel family relative is that the creatures are tenacious and onery. How fluttershy was able to get the beast to favor her would be beyond me if I didn't know the animal wrangler so well.

Jackie manages to go through three plates of the pasta while Flutters and I manage to get through one. Normally I eat more than that when it comes to spaghetti, but Ay Jay practically inhaled most of it. That then brought us to desert. once again I excused myself to get the last item of the meal. When I brought out the teramisu, I saw Ay Jay's eyes shrink down to pinpricks.

"What in tarnation is that?" the farm mare inquired.

"Desert," I explain, teramisu. I haven't made it in a while and some of the ingredients are harder to come by here, but I think it should appeal to your tastes."

"And, uh, why would ya think that?" Jackie asks.

"The secret ingredient," I tease, "so let's dig in!"

I parcel out the desert, giving ghr first slice to Applejack, the second to Fluttershy and the third to myself, then we tuck into it. Which would have been fine if the treat wasn't so foul tasting. It was kinda comical that all three of us spat out the desert simultaneously.

"Blegh! That was horrible!" Ay Jay ejaculates.

Flutters comments, "But it sounded so good…!"

"I don't know what went wrong," I moan, "I've made this before and it's never been this- awful before."

"Ah wouldn't make it again, if I were you," Ay Jay says, "might be insultin' to some, I figure."

"I want to try it again, though," I defend, "something in the mix doesn't add up for me."

"I'm sure you tried your best, Stevie," Fluttershy assures, "maybe next time you could sample it before serving a bad batch."

I nod, but I feel a little bitter about the awful confection I made. I swear, I didn't forget anything.

"Uh, seeing as desert wasn't so good, why don't we try some ice cream," I tell them, "I have three whole pints of Death by Double Chocolate in my freezer."

"Sounds good t' me!" Applejack exclaims, while Flutters nods. I go back to the kitchen, snag three bowls, an ice cream scoop and two pints of y favorite ice cream and return to the kitchen. We spend the next half hour devouring cold, milky goodness as the memories of fouled up cake fade away. Even with the false start of the failed desert, it was a good evening.

"Ah tell ya," Jackie comments, "Ah'm as stuffed as a prize pig. Ah don't think Ah can eat any more."

"I'm full, too." Flutters moans, "I wonder if Rainbow Dash has any fitness programs she could recommend?"

"Maybe she does," I quip, "but I can think of a fun way to burn off some of these calories."

Flutters gives me bedroom eyes but Applejack is looking a little nonplussed.

"Follow me," I say, as I get out of my chair, "the fun has only just begun!"

The three of us have just entered my bedroom. Ay Jay has seen this room before, but tonight, she'll be the center stage attraction. No understudy duty for her. The room, once dark, is now light up by a vibrant hues of orange, red, yellow, and pink. Cadence would be proud; the candles add a romantic ambiance to the room and make the evenings entertainment that much more special. Fluttershy helps out by pulling the bed down from it's wall perch. Like the rest of the furniture, my bed is stowed away into a recess in the wall. It makes cleaning up a breeze, although I often forget to put it up again. Thankfully, the design Applebloom and I came up with makes the bed both sturdy and comfortable. I've been on beds like that before; the design of those often leave me with a sore back a few springs poking into my backside.

I sit on the bed while Fluttershy takes to a chair in a quiet corner of the room next to the lone window. Luna's Moon hangs in the sky, providing additional light in the space, and adding more relief to the ready warmth inside. I pat a space right next to me, looking at Applejack. She seems hesitant, but she sidles up next to me anyway. Given our seating positions, Ay Jay is slightly taller than I am. I share a smile with her as I try to make the mood more palatable for romance.

"Would you mind if I kissed you, Jackie?" I ask the farm mare.

"Uh, well, okay," she replies, the blush on her face painting her cheeks with the color of roses. I lean into her muzzle and press my lips to hers. Like the last few times we kissed, Ay Jay is a little reluctant to go too deep. I'm sure that she and Lone Star Prench kissed before, but she's currently- afraid? Maybe even a bit bashful. Huh, what do you know? She was more than willing the other night. What gives? I break form the kiss and give Ay jay a meaningful look.

"Everything alright, Jackie?" I ask, "I'm not going to fast, am I?"

"Nah, ya ain't," the Earth pony replies, "I'm just, uh-"

"You can tell me anything, Jackie." I assure her, "nothing that goes on in here will ever be made public. This is as much your home as it is mine."

"Oh, okay," Jackie says, a hint of her nervousness fading away, "well, Ah like ya and all, I really do. It's just uh, it's just-"

"You're not comfortable with me?" I ask, "you seemed pretty comfortable when I helped you during your last heat. The other night was pretty hot, too."

"No, no, it ain't that," Ay Jay protests, "it's just that uh, Ah don't really 'member too much about what happened that week. Ah was in a daze, ya un'rstan'? Ah didn't know much about what was goin' on an' I don't rightly recollect if Ah liked it or not. Also, Flutters is in the room with us…"

"What was that last part?" I query."

In a vehement whisper, Jackie repeats, "Fluttershy is in the room with us!"

Now I'm nonplussed, "Is that a problem?"

"Uh, kinda," Ay Jay says, "Ah, uh, uh, Ah-"

"You're safe here, Jackie," I tell her, "this room is sacrosanct."

The farm mare gives me a confused look but when I give a reassuring nod, she whispers, "Ah, uh, Ah kinda have a- thing for Fluttershy… Ah don't- Ah don't want her to see me doin' this."

"I don't think that's an option, Jackie," I add, "she saw you in the throes of ecstasy when you were in heat…"

"Consarn it!" Ay Jay exclaims, "Ah'm so embarrassed…"

"Is that why you wanted to join our herd,?" I ask softly, "because you wanted to be close to Fluttershy?"

I get a nod from the farm mare.

"Applejack, are you bisexual- by any chance?" I chance asking.

"Oh course Ah ain't!" the farm mare shouts, "uh, of course, it'd help if Ah knew what you meant by that."

"It means that you like mares and stallions." Fluttershy explains, "Is that why you seem so nervous with Stevie and I?"

The farm mare nods her head vigorously, "Ah didn't wanna admit to bein' attracted to mares, now. Ah thought that if Ah had a stallion, it'd all go away. And Ah Like stallions, Steve, Ah really do! Yer just about the most beautiful thing Ah ever done saw… Ya know, next to Fluttershy."

Dawning realization hits me, "Applejack! If you're more attracted to Flutters than me, I'd understand. Satisfying two mares is going to be difficult, I can tell you that. If you wanna stop-"

"No, no!" Ay Jay insists, "Ah'm okay with it. The other night, ya made me feel- Ya made me feel like a real mare. Lone Star- He never did what ya did, bringin' me to climax like that. I was a little nervous, what with my- fillyfoolin' an' the mem'ries o' that- scoundrel."

"So you're okay?" I ask.

Jackie nods her head, "Ah am. Outside of Lone Star, Ah ain't ever been with a stallion afore. I'm kinda- new to this. Just- be gentle with me, ya hear?"

"Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!" I swear.

"I'll help out too. If you like-" Fluttershy adds.

A small smile crosses Applejack's features, "Thank ya kindly, Flutters. It'd be mightily appreciated."

"Why don't we try that kiss again," I say "you know, once more with feeling."

Ay Jay nods. This time, I can feel the passion inside the press of our lips. I think it also helps that Fluttershy is removing Ay Jay's gown with her wing tips. I can feel the farm mare giggle a little at the idea of a fellow mare stripping her down. When I dart my tongue between Ay Jay's lips, she is obliging in opening her mouth. In fact, her own tongue comes out to greet me. The elongated appendage writhes in my mouth, feeling along my gum line and searching me teeth. My own tongue isn't anywhere near as long as a pony's, Fluttershy can attest to that, but I probe her gum line with equal vigor, tasting the healthy orthodonture that is the pony mandible. It's even more intense then the kiss we shared the other night. When we break from the kiss, a string of saliva spreads between our maws; Ay Jay's eyes are blissfully unfocused.

"Wow," she says, "just- wow."

"And we even gotten started yet." I tell her, "My Butterfly, would be so kind as to excite our herdmate. Something tells me she'll be more than happy accepting your ministrations."

"Okay," Flutters says, "Applejack, would like to lay down?"

"Uh, oh, sure," Jackie says, "Are ya, uh, are ya goin' to- prime me?"

My Butterfly nods and dives right into the farm mares folds. The gasp the Earth pony mare gives are exhilarating, to say the least. I can feel my manhood twitch at the scene before me: Applejack, spread eagle over the bed, Fluttershy, teasing and playing with the farm mare's marehood like an eager lover. It's a small wonder I haven't come in my pants yet. Speaking of which…

"S-S-Steve, what in the hay are ya doin'?" Applejack asks sternly.

"Getting comfortable," I reply, as I strip myself of my tartan, shirt, and kilt. This leaves me bare to the eyes of the mare with whom I intend to make sweet love to. (Good God, does that sound like a Harlequin novel, or what?)

"G-g-golly," Ay Yay says, "Ya'll is- hah!- Ya'll is- all kinds o' tight- ugh!- in there! Augh!"

"With compliments," I say, "do you think she's ready, My Butterfly?"

Flutters looks up to me, a hazy look in her eyes and the farm mare's lubricant smeared on her muzzle, "Yes, I would say so."

"Excellent," I add, "so, Applejack, are you ready for the main event, no pun intended?"

Ay Jay nods, "Just let me get into position."

Applejack then flops over onto her belly, lifting her tail to show me her proud and slick lower lips. Her legs are braced onto the mattress, waiting for the mounting.

"Uh, Ay Jay, I don't think that position is gonna work." I tell her.

"Huh?" Ay Jay asks, equal parts incredulous and breathless, "why not?"

I show her the obvious problem as I kneel to her backside; my privates aren't sitting low enough to reach her marehood.

"Consarn it!" the farm mare exclaims.

"Don't worry, Applejack," Fluttershy says, "why don't you lay on your back again. Stevie and I use that position quite a lot. It's actually really good and it's kinda kinky. Oh, but in a good way!"

"Alright," Jackie concedes, "Ah'll try."

Applejack flips on her back again. I maneuver around her until I'm looking at her succulent folds again. My erection is standing proud and ready.

"We're taking this slow, okay?" I tell her, "let me know if you're uncomfortable."

The farm mare nods. I start by rubbing my Johnson up and down her slit; this sends Jackie into a fit of moans. Her eyes, once unfocused after the job Flutters did on her, are now brimming with passion and lust. She takes a look at my pride.

"Ain't it kinda small?" she asks.

"Great things come in small packages," I quip, not letting my ego roar in fury, "ready for me?"

The farm mare nods and I begin to penetrate her. The outer ring of her passage is tight and corded with muscles. Even with the extra lubrication I added to my pride, it takes considerable effort to gently plunge into Applejacks depths. Once my head is inside, though, the walls of her love canal grab onto my member; their grip is so strong that my penis practically glides into Applejack. The soft, pleasurable sigh she makes tells me that I did well. I'm drawn to the hilt, bottoming out inside of Applejacks heated core. I'm starting to pant a little, this feels so good.

"Good so far?" I gasp and get a nod in return.

"Wow," Ay Jay pants, "it's even better than I thought! That head o' yers… It's like it was made for me."

I take a grip on Ay Jay's heaving flanks, and ask, "Ready for more?"

"Uh-huh," she breathes, "make me yers!"

I nod and start to thrust. I keep my pace slow and steady, trying to not traumatize the apple farmer. We may have done this before, but her memory of the event is hazy; she wasn't even certain she liked my manhood in the depths of her folds. Once my rhythm starts, however, the farm mare begins to quiver. I keep the pace going for several minutes until Ay Jay begins to push against me. I'm certain the message is "give me more." I'm more than happy to oblige.

My thrusts are coming in faster, driving harder. Ay Jay is writhing against me, panting and moaning in a pleased way. She whispers my name when she manages to get a good breath and all the while, her body shivers in bliss. Her back arches, in a way that I didn't know was possible for a pony. Her moans are getting louder, her breathing is getting more shallow.

Some time into the tenth minute of our lovemaking, Fluttershy decides that she is in need of attention. She sidles back onto the bed, straddles Ay jay's muzzle and the farm mare begins to lick and nip at My Butterfly's slit. The mares are moaning in unison now, Applejack to my thrusting, Fluttershy to Applejack's seeking tongue. Flutters is writhing and moaning in pure, unadulterated bliss. When her climax reaches and peak and goes over it, her mare cum spills out into Applejack's waiting mouth. The farm pony swallows every last drop. Good God, that is a sensual sight if I ever saw one.

When Ay Jay's passage starts to throb and flutter, I just know her own orgasm is moments away. Sure enough, the apple farmer convulses, moaning loudly into the night, her canal gripping and stroking my member, stoking an already blazing inferno in my loins. I can feel my scrotum bulge with a load of potent baby batter; I'm doing everything I can to prolong the moment of release. Ay Jay and Flutters have released another three times by the time I can no longer hold it in.

With a final, deep thrust and a groan of exertion, my orgasm rips through me, forcing a geyser of seed to spill forth from my member. The flood of spunk fills Applejacks love channel, nesting deep into her womb and flooding back out in waves. The rush of splooge filling her belly and the twitch of my cock inside her is enough to cause one more potent orgasm in Applejack. Her body quakes violently as her pleasure rolls over her senses in a tidal wash of utmost joy. She comes down, panting, moaning, quivering slightly, while I continue to spill my seed into her belly. Fluttershy falls onto the bed, still wracked by the intensity of her own bliss, brought about by Ay Jay's talented orifice. I have one last spurt to give before exhaustion turns out the lights in my head…

It must be well after midnight when I wake up, comforted by two warm bodies draped over mine. Fluttershy is wrapped around my middle, her forelegs squeezing my abdomen to her muzzle. Applejack is in my arms, nuzzling my face with her muzzle. The peach fuzz coat of her face is slightly ticklish; I smile as the events of last night play out in my mind. The contented, no, the satisfied look on Applejack's face tells me all I need to know. I nuzzle her back and unexpectedly see her eyes flash open. I give her smile.

"Sleep well?" I ask.

"Mhmm," Applejack says, "Ah ain't slept so well since my ma and pa died."

"Sorry to hear that," I say genuinely, "I think they'd be happy knowing you're in such a loving relationship."

"Ah hope so," Ay Jay says, "by the way, thanks, fer last night. It was way better than Ah thought it would be."

"You're welcome," I say, "anytime you need a little release, you know where to find me."

Applejack chuckles a little at that, "Ah sure do. When do ya think we can do that again?"

"Anytime you're up for it," I confirm.

Applejack nuzzles into my chest and asks, "Would it be too presumptuous to tell ya that Ah love ya?"

"Enope,"I inflect, "not at all. I love you to, My Fair Apple Blossom."

Another giggle, "Say that again."

"My Fair Apple Blossom."

Applejack lays her head on my chest again, breathing lowly with a smile on her face, "It sure is nice to know somepony thinks Ah'm beautiful."

"I'll say it as many times as you need it, 'cause it's true."

"Thank, Steve," Ay Jay replies, "yer my favoritest stallion, ever."

I run my hand through her mane and plant a kiss on her crown. Moments later, she falls back to sleep and I soon follow after her.