“And guess what? We totally did it.” Scootaloo smirked and finished her milkshake with one last, loud slurp.

Sweetie Belle’s straw fell from her lips as a horrified expression slowly showed up on her face. “Woah…” the young unicorn whispered. “Just...Woah. You mean...did it? With Babs? Our Babs?”

“Ya did what…?!” Applebloom stood up and slammed her palms on the table, drawing a panicked yelp from Sweetie Belle. “With who?!”

“You heard me! And not just once. Three, four times...I don’t know.” Scootaloo slurped her glass clean and wiped her face with a forearm. “She was like...Uhn...Uhn…” she got up and started thrusting her pelvis back and forth, eyes closed, while bumping fists against thighs. “‘Oh, yes, take it all, Scoots!‘ and I was like ‘Oh, Babsy, Babsy take me now!’ and it was just so good.” The pegasus fell back on her chair and dug a handful of cookies from the bowl, noisily stuffing them in her mouth.

Babsy…? Where did that came from?

“I wonf buh b’lele…” Scoots coughed and beat on her chest to let the pastries go down with ease and washed it down with Applebloom’s milkshake. “I won’t be able to fly straight for a week!” Her friend was still standing up, nervously flaring her nostril and with a stern look on her face. She stared at the empty milkshake and let out a sheepish chuckle. “Well...Uh...The next one is on me…”

“That’s not tha point! It’s—”

“Pinkie!” Scootaloo raised a hand and yelled towards Sugarcube Corner’s door. “Another milkshake, please.”

“Just a moment, girls!” The bubbly pink mare leaned from the door and smiled gently. The three smiled back at Pinkie Pie like nothing happened until she was out of sight again, carrying a tray to the other part of the shop.

“That’s not tha point, Scootaloo! Ah mean...ya’re jus’ saying ya had…” she leaned forward on the table and ground her teeth, her snout poking her friend’s. “Sex. With mah. Cousin!” Applebloom spat out, more a low pitched growl than a whisper.

“Well, yes.” Scootaloo shrugged. “That’s what I’m telling you! Was that not clear?” she addressed Sweetie Belle who just shrugged. “Was that not clear?” Scoots repeated, genuinely confused. “AB, why are you so angry?”

Because…

“Ya...Ya can’t go around an’ have…” Applebloom looked left and right to make sure nopony could hear. “Ya know what with just anypony. Especially if she’s mah cousin!”

In the treehouse...Our treehouse! Have you no shame?

“Yer too forward for yer own good, ya know that? Darn pushy pegasus.” Applebloom let out an angry sigh and started massaging vigorously the bridge of her nose. “Ah bet ya couldn’t resist…”

“Why? I mean...what did I do wrong? If you are saying that I have coerced her or something—”

“No! Of course ah’m not saying it!”

“Good. Because, I didn’t. It was absolutely consensual, I swear!”

“Did you made a move on her or was it the other way around?” Sweetie asked while calmly taking a bit out of the pastry, her mouth dirty of powdered sugar.

“Actually...we both wanted it.” Scoots’s wings unfurled slowly, raising the general awkwardness by a good 20%. “I mean, she was so...so cute and she helped me out...It felt so natural, so sweet…” Red leaked on Scoots’ cheeks as her arms raised to hug her own chest. “It felt so right, like there wasn’t any way it could’ve ended differently.”

“Well, ah know for sure there was another way!” Applebloom sulked and felt her blood boiling with rage.

Of course you thought she was cute…

“Was she really...I mean that big down there?” Sweetie Belle held her palms in front of each other, snickering all the while.

“Bigger than that. Like...three times bigger than that!”

“Whoah! Did it...Like, did it hurt?” Sweetie leaned on her forearms closer to her friend, completely enthralled.

“A little.” Scootaloo grimaced and close an eye while massaging her flank. “But did that ever stop me? No, sir-ry!”

“Oh, speaking of Babs’...thingy...Shouldn’t that have been a secret?” Sweetie Belle sported an absent minded look and pointed a finger to her chin, her lips curled into a perfect o. “I mean, should we have known about it?”

“Oh, yeah. Sure!” Scootaloo smacked her forehead silly. “But it’s between us. I mean, none of us are going to plaster the news all over Ponyville, right?”

“Y-Yeah! Where tha hay did that came from?” Applebloom frowned.

“She said she lost a bet and one crazy friend of hers gave that to her. I don’t really want to think of what would’ve happened if she won...Or do I?” Scootaloo’s wings popped open again. Applebloom asked herself how much she could smack her and still not look like a jerk.

“Well, what are ya gonna do now?” Applebloom kept staring at her friend, drumming her fingers on the table.

Thoughts of her cousin and her friend locked into in a lustful embrace, moaning, kissing, writhing on the floor as they became one flashed before her eyes and seared in her loins. She crossed her legs under the table to keep her torrid femininity at bay while her stern eyes still looked imperturbable. Those images of sweaty, tangled bodies in their foalhood home didn’t make it any easier.

“Do...what?” The pegasus downed her second milkshake in one even louder slurp, the entire top of whipped cream falling lifeless at its bottom.

“Between you two. You and mah cousin. What are you gon’ do ‘bout it?” She stood up again and dangerously loomed her the young pegasus.

“Nothing.” Scoots just shrugged and the farmgirl’s eye twitched weakly.

“N-Nothin’...? What does that mean?”

“We are just friends…We haven’t talked about going further than than that and frankly, I’m okay with it.”

“Just...friends? Scootaloo, you had sex with her!” She slammed her hand on the table, this time drawing basically all of Sugarcube Corner’s clientele eyes on her. “Whatchu lookin’ at?!” One of the stallions sitting there gave an indignant umph and kept sipping his coffee with a snooty look.

“We haven’t discussed yet, not seriously at least, but…” Scootaloo sighed, a vacant, longing look in her eyes. “I know it’s nothing serious. We knew from the start it was just two dumb teens having a good time and nothing more.”

“Are you sure about this?” Sweetie Belle asked, her voice still calm.

“Pretty sure..” The pegasus’ eyes dwelt on the bottom of the glass, her fingers circling its brim slowly. “I just don’t feel ready. For a relationship, I mean. And I don’t want to force her into it, either.”

Applebloom eased up and gave a silent sigh of relief. Her limbs stopped trembling and the rage in her eyes, while not quelled, seemed to at least rear down its head. A measure of peace and order had returned to her little world.

Relieved? Why do I feel so relieved?

“Still, I don’t know why are you picking on me!”

“Ya still don’t get, do you?! Ah gotta spell it out? Call up the weather team to leave a message in the bucking sky?!”

That brief sensation of peace didn’t last much, quickly tainted by...jealousy?

No reason to fool herself further...

“Now hold on a sec!” Scootaloo stood up as well, smashing her hands on the table, nearly knocking it over. Sweetie Belle clinged to her seat and jumped an entire foott away from them with the whole chair. “What do you want me to do? A written apology? And for what? Nopony got hurt!”

“Ya featherhead…” Applebloom spat between her teeth and sulked back on her chair. “Ya think ya kin do anything you want, like ya’re the center of the world! You’re jus’ so...so...”

“Is she really going to say it…” Sweetie squeaked in fear.

“Lame!” Applebloom roared. While she wanted to say something far more effective, the intention was clear.

“Oh, now I get the Silver Spoon treatment from you?” Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “What the hay did I do wrong? Babs is my friend, she’s a very pretty mare and…”

Scootaloo stopped moving or talking like a wind up clock that finished its charge. Something clicked in her brain and even if in that thick skull of hers, the young pegasus refused to believe she was in the wrong...one tiny detail was screaming that she wasn’t that right either.

“Oh, I’m so stupid!” Scootaloo slumped down face first on the table making the tableware tingle. Pinkie Pie hopped right next to them and placed another milkshake on the table, humming a happy song. “It’s your cousin…” The table muffled her pained words.

“Oh! Is there a secret message carved somewhere on the table?” The pink mare chirped and looked on the table from Scootaloo’s shoulder.

“Nah…” The wooden surface with Scoots’ voice said. “I just found out I’m an idiot.”

“Oh, you’ll be fine. A lot of my best friends are idiots, too.” Scootaloo groaned. Pinkie placed a tray full of croissants near the sighing purple mop. “Here’s something to cheer you up. On the house!”

“Thanks, Pinkie.” Applebloom said with a somewhat tired smile. The pink mare giggled and skipped away while adjusting her apron.

“Of course you’d be upset and I get it just now! She is your cousin! Family! I mean, how do you think Sweetie Belle would feel if I made a pass at Rarity?”

“She would you eat you alive! I couldn’t stand that!” Scootaloo shot a rather...disappointed glare at Sweetie Belle while she firmly grasped her hand, genuine concern dwelling in her eyes.

“Oh, Applebloom…” Scootaloo squeezed her head between her gloved hands, ruffling her mane up. “Craaaaaap...Of course you think I’m a jerk! Why else would you be so angry?!”

“I was going to tell you, but I didn’t want to make you look like a fool!” Sweetie Belle said.

Because I do like...her… Applebloom gulped, her belly tingling with a strange warmth. The words echoed in her brain and she nodded slowly to her friend, masking surprise and confusion with a stern look.

“Tell what?” A sleepy voice intervened and its owner placed a pair of tired forearms on Applebloom’s chair. The farmgirl sucked in a startled breath.

“Babsy!” Scootaloo got on her hooves on the chair and lunged at the Manehattan filly, barely avoiding knocking her on the ground. She hugged her tight and kept flapping her wings to maintain herself in the air. Not even crossing Applebloom’s annoyed gaze stopped her from her snuggling quest. “Where were you until now?”

“Woz helpin’ Applejack with the preparations for the Apple Family Reunion. Ya know, settin’ up the tables and stuff.” Babs stifled a little yawn and glanced at the other crusaders. “Hi, girls! Whatcha doin’?”

“Not talking about you and Scootaloo!” Sweetie Belle gasped and slapped her own mouth closed. Applebloom’s hand met her forehead with brutal strength.

“About wh—”

“I was telling them about that awesome new trick you taught me!” Scootaloo shook her shoulders frenetically, causing Babs to see three or more pegasi in front of her.

“Oh, yeah. Right. That trick…” Babs rolled her eyes, sporting the look of a pony who definitely didn’t buy that.

“Yup. Turns out I just have to stop flapping at the right moment and I can make the trick without worrying about my wings. Just turn myself in the air and bam!” Scootaloo demonstrate her prowess by making a quick, perfectly smooth twirl in the air, faster than a blink.

“Woah!” Babs stood abashed, sporting a big, proud smile.

“I even showed it to Rainbow Dash. She called it, and I quote ‘suicidally awesome’."

“Huh. Deja vù...”

“Gesundheit. She also said that very few professional stunt ponies try that technique and wondered where a squirt like me would pick that up.”

“What did ya say to her, then?”

“That I had a friend crazy enough and awesome enough to show me!” Scootaloo jumped up and flew past Babs only to turn and to lock her into a friendly and energetic noogie.

“Oh, that’s a low blow,even for ya! Is this how you treat your mentor?”

“Oh, don’t you get so high and mighty, now!”

Babs laughed as the pegasus’ knuckles were ruffling her mane up. Under those complaint, she was having so much fun, being so receptive of Scootaloo’s brashness.

Maybe that’s what she liked, after all: being with somepony that allowed her to be true with herself. No half measures or half truths. Just two friends having fun and enjoying life. She spent so much of her foalhood being on her hooves for just who she was that when Babs found the three of them, must’ve been such a relief...

Maybe Scootaloo had a point. Maybe what happened wasn’t so serious. Maybe they had become mares…Except for Applebloom. Poor, jealous, insecure Applebloom.

“Well, before Scootaloo pops my head off I got news from youse girls.” The pegasus quickly let go of her head and Babs produced an envelope from her jean’s pocket. It had a fancy, already opened blue seal which sported a tree shaped icon.

“Could you give us the short version?”

“It’s from Manehattan University. Before the semester ended I asked my teacher about my work there and guess what?”

“What?” Scootaloo tilted her head.

“Oh, yes!” Applebloom said, taking a quick glance to the densely written letter. “Ya were working on that dissertation ‘bout prevention of tree diseases? If ah’m not mistaken.”

“You ain’t, coz. Turns out one of the ways I could learn about it and get some experience under my belt is working at a relevant farm and guess what? Sweet Apple Acres is a large orchard that would fit the bill, so yours truly is spending the summer with youse guys here in Ponyville!”

Sweetie Belle clapped her hands in joy while Babs did a very courteous and quick bow. Scootaloo didn’t need to be asked and just glomped her Manehattan friend for the umpeenth time as she sported a smirk that suggested quite lewd things, framed under those rebel purple bangs.

She is just happy, AB. Focus!

Applebloom blinked, squeezing her eyelids so hard that purple dots started to flicker, and trying to calm herself down. The two cousin’s gazes crossed and not wanting to disappoint Babs with her enigmatic pout, just babbled: “Ah’m...Ah’m glad you’re stayin’...”

“Ya don’t seem that happy, coz…” Babs leaned closer and placed a hand over her forehead. “Do ya feel well?” Applebloom blushed and gasped at how warmth her cousin’s hand felt.

“Y-Yeah, of course ah do! Ah feel great! Ya stayin! Ya stayin! Yastayinyastayin!” she led her cousin by her wrists and the two started dancing in a circle. “Yastayinyastayinyastayin all tha summer!”

“Well, guess I was wrong…” Babs stopped on her hooves and pulled her cousin into a hug. Applebloom closed her eyes and basked in her cousin’s strong touch. A gentle smile spread to her lips as she nuzzled her neck and everything was right.

“You know what would be great? A party!” Pinkie Pie popped from between the two, ruining the magic moment and making Applebloom’s heart skip a couple of beats. She jumped up just a couple of inches, though, thanks to her cousin’s strong grasp.

“W-We are already havin’ a party, Pinkie!”

“Oh, yeah, right! Your family reunion! The family reunion I’m invited to. The Apple family reunion.” Pinkie blinked. “That reunion?”

“Why is she explaining it to herself? I mean, she knows!” Babs whispered to Sweetie Belle.

“Don’t ask.” the young unicorn replied. “You’ll live better.”

“Yeah. That reunion. Glad ya got it. And be sure to come at the right time this year. It’s A.M! A. M!”

“Oh, geez, one time I fire some streamers at 11:00 PM and the cows and the chickens and Granny Smith goes crazy and…” Pinkie Pie stopped babbling and let out a nervous chuckle, patting Applebloom’s shoulder. “Alright, that time was really something to forget.” She tenderly hugged Applebloom and Pinkie went back serving her clients, all with a carefree smile always on her face. It was good to see those ponies had not freaked out and left after their little scene. It was nice that Pinkie hadn’t heard a thing of her bombastic friend’s escapades...

“Coz...How exactly are we related?” Babs pointed with her thumb towards the exuberant baker.

“It’s a riddle fer the ages. But ah guess that’s what family is, isn’t it?”

“Are ya implying something, coz?”

The group shared a quiet laughter, soured by those feelings dwelling in the young farmgirl’s stomach. She felt in her heart that during that Summer she would finally grow up as well...and the thought scared her and delighted her at the same time.

"What's wrong with me, anyway…” Applebloom mumbled to herself while stacking one hay bale at time, carefully putting one block next to the other like a castle made of sugarcubes. “Ah find out mah cousin’ got a…” she bit her lip and whispered low enough that only Winona could’ve heard her. “A dick...an’ suddenly ah got a crush on her…” She sank her pitchfork on the yellow cube and sighed, her hands trembling around the wooden handle. “Naw, be honest with yourself. That started waaaaay back…” she lifted the bale with all her strength and slammed it on top. “Stupid Scootaloo…”

Her best friend had her. Her best friend had her crush, fast in her conquests as she was in the sky. She couldn’t help but think it was a question of timing. If just a tiny detail was changed, maybe Applebloom would’ve been the one to open her heart to Babs, not Scootaloo. She could’ve been the one whom to share such a beautiful moment in their friendship and then, here in their treehouse she would’ve grasped her cousin’s hand, told her of the...joy she felt when they were together and then they would’ve gone one step further and Babs would’ve been the one to...make her a mare. Simply.

But Scoots was there.

Scoots and her rough charm and her roguish nonchalance, her fun loving personality and that strange, wonderful endearment she caused in ponies around her. A sweet, kind and surprisingly strong mare that hid a strangely cuddly and sweet core...No wonder Babs chose her!

“But...what does she have that ah don’t?!”

If there was a thing Applebloom was good at, was finding an answer to that.

Luckily, from the halfway closed barn door, she had a glance of the familiar shape of a pony that could have gave her an answer. She ran towards the exit and popped her head outside the door. Big Macintosh stood there, shirtless and quietly sipping from a bottle of water, while sitting on a barrel to catch his breath. He was taking a quiet moment for himself after setting up the sewing tent and she didn’t want to bother him, but that nagging feel really wouldn’t leave her alone.

“Big Mac?”

He glanced at her and wiped some sweat out of his brow. “Eeyup?”

“Do ya think ah’m pretty?”

Mac blinked. Oh..Oh, Celestia, what do I tell her? He thought. Where did that come from? Think something, think something. Is she pretty? Of course she is, I mean, she is my little sister and I think she is the prettiest little filly...but she’s not a little filly anymore...Crud, she is looking at you with those big, pleading eyes, say something, say something brotherly and convincing…”

“Eeyup…?” He shrugged.

Great, ‘that’ will convince her, Mac...

“Ya don’t seem that convinced.” she pouted.

“Ah am.”

“I mean...as a mare.” she stepped out of the barn and noticed that with those worn out out jeans, blades of hay in her disheveled mane and a big mudstain on her shirt she wasn’t exactly in her best conditions. Or passable conditions. “Ah mean...it’s a bit difficult ta say now…”

“Eeyup.” He chuckled.

You look like a tumbleweed but still adorable.

“Ya think ah’m prettier than, say, Scootaloo?” she said while picking up the hay from her mane and straightening her bow, miraculously clean.

Oh, you are treading on thin ice, Mac. If I say no, she would be destroyed. if I say yes she’ll probably think I don’t like her friend. Where did that come from by the way? The reasonable course of action would be finding a middle way.

“Why’s that?”

“There’s a...A pony...”

Of course there was. Funny she didn’t say a stallion...or a mare. Not that I care.

“Ya think...this pony likes Scootaloo?”

“Ah don’t know. Ah mean, it’s not very clear and even if it was, ah don’t want to get between mah friend and my coz..Ah mean this pony…If there’s somethin’’ serious”

Big Mac raised an eyebrow. Naaawww...It can’t be like that. Or is it?

“Ah don’t know how ta feel about that. Ah just feel...lost. Ya know what’s the worst part about that?”

“Nope.”

“Ah can’t be angry with Scootaloo and yet...ah am. So very much. Ah hate to feel like that. She hasn’t done anythin’ wrong and ah jus’ yelled at her and stuff, without explaining mahself…Ah looked like a buzzkill and a jerk…” she gave a little kick to the ground.

That’s bad. There are a few good things in this world and their friendship is one of them...

The older stallion cupped his chin between index and thumb, immersed in thought. Applebloom rubbed her hands together, her lips curled in trembling anticipation. “Have ya asked ‘em?”

“What?”

“If that pony likes ya. If he or she likes ya or Scoots. Makes yourself clear. Then act.”

“Well, no. Not yet. Ah haven’t.”

“Why don’t cha?”

“Ah-Ah dunno, what if— Her brother put a finger on her lips, shutting up her question.

Won't know till ya try."

Applebloom beamed at her brother and found her tiny little head buried into his chest, her arms hugging his waist. “Thanks, Big Bro. That’s exactly what ah wanted to hear. It won’t hurt to try.”

“Yer welcome.” He patted his sister on the head who went on her merry way, looking like a huge burden was lift from her mind.

“Ya did it again, Mac…” He wore a proud smirk and hopped off the barrell, stretching his arms over his head to prepare to resume his work.

“Coz, are you angry with me?” Babs’ gaze wandered away from her book and right on the ceiling. The Manehattan Mare was laying on Applebloom’s bed, asking a question she didn’t know the reason for. Or at least didn’t want to.

“Why should ah be?” Applebloom was giving her back, fitting one arm at time in her pajamas. Her cousin stood there, adjusting her bow in front of the mirror, carefully placing it on the right spot on her red head. Just in her panties. Very revealing pink panties...

She rolled her eyes out of the way, lest her male parts would make that night more awkward than it was going to be. It was a further proof of her cousin’s big heart to let the two of them sleep in the same bed like they always did, even with the very real possibility of a raging stiffie planted in her back.

Babs planned already to sleep with her back turned, though.

“For...somethin’. Ya seem so distant. I thought it was somethin’ I did.”

“Well, you didn’t do anything.” She bent over, showing off a firm pair of wide buttocks, making Babs seriously wonder if she was doing that on purpose or the universe had to give her some retribution for the awesome time with Scootaloo.

“You...don’t hate me, right?” She pulled her covers right at her chin’s height. Applebloom stopped moving altogether after pulling her pajama pants up.

“Why would you say that, coz?” Applebloom rapidly crawled on the bed, her eyes filled with concern, her palms firmly on the sheets at Babs’ sides.

“Scootaloo. Treehouse. Kinda self explanatory.”

“Oh, that.” Applebloom shrugged. “Why should ah?”

“Because I thought ya would be angry for that. I mean...I know, Scootaloo is totally the type to brag about that, but...it takes two to tango, as the saying goes.” Babs scooted down on her back, burrowing herself further down the blanket.

“Well, ah thought about it and ya know what? Nopony got hurt. Yer a grown mare and if ya wanted to do it with Scoots, how could ah blame ya?” Applebloom let out a totally phoney giggle. Babs raised an eyebrow, confused by her cousin. She knew there was something off with her, but couldn’t wrap her head around it. “And ya know what? With all this talking of canoodling and ruttin—”

“Coz!” Babs blushed furiously, hiding her muzzle under blankets in serious danger of catching fire. “Don’t call it like that!”

“What? It’s what it’s called. Anyhoo, nopony bothered to ask how ya feel about your...Urhm…”

“My dick?” Right on cue, her thighs clenched around her stallionhood. She felt like her appendage was some kind of mythical beast, ready to devour ponies who spoke its name in vain.

“Now who’s saying dirty stuff?” Applebloom chuckled, hiding her mouth with a hand. “Ah bet it feels really weird.” She pointed at Babs’ crotch.

“At first, yeah.” Babs slid on her rump, moving sideways and far from her cousin. “Feels kinda heavy. And when it gets hard my head spins.”

“Bet Scootaloo made ya feel more comfortable…” Applebloom flashed a sly grin as she slid under the covers, her deliciously round flanks burrowing under them. Babs laid on her side, keeping her crotch at bay at the first sign of it misbehaving.

“Ouch. Don’t be so mean, coz.”

“Ah’m not mean. Ah’m just...glad ya came to terms so quickly. Did I tell ya of that time ah got covered in Cutie Marks?” Applebloom’s arm tenderly grasped around Babs’ shoulders, pulling her close. Her mouth felt dry at her cousin’s gentle touch, her fingers quickly grasping her cousin’s as well, closing the distance. “At least ya didn’t involve the whole village! Just imagine, everypony’s got a dick!”

“Even the stallions?!” Babs turned to Applebloom, laying on her elbow with a relaxed smile on her face.

“Yup! And they’d have two!”

“That’s freaky!” Babs chuckled like crazy with her cousin. “And kinda hot, too. I guess it runs in the family messing around with weird magic.”

“Ah guess so. Did ya know ah’m pretty good at that mahself?”

Babs moved her hand and poked Applebloom on the forehead. “Nope. No horns have sprouted out your head yet.” she giggled.

“Ah meant with potions, you…” she stopped for a second, scrunching up her face, trying to think. “...silly pony.”

“Great remark, coz.”

“Ah could even help ya with your research. How about that?”

“Why not? Thanks, Coz.” Babs slightly turned towards Applebloom and moved her arm, landing a gentle caress on her cousin’s cheek. It drew from the young farmpony a smile so adorable to make Babs tremble with glee. Maybe it was her ‘accident’, but, somehow, she couldn’t help but see in her friends a kind of beauty like never before. Fresh, radiant and exciting beauty never suspected before.

“Speaking of...your…” Applebloom let out a forced giggle, twirling her finger in the direction of babs’ crotch. “How about Scootaloo?”

“W-What about her?” Babs mentally prepared herself. She knew that issue couldn’t stay swept under a rug for long.

“Coz, ya know ya kin tell me everythin’.” Applebloom gently stroked Babs’ cheek. Her tender touch filled her with a shame she had never known before. “Do ya like her?”

Babs bit her lower lip, her eyes rolling out of the way to avoid her cousin’s. Her hands grasped at the sheets, close to rip them in pieces.

“I don’t know.”

“Ya...don’t?” Applebloom raised an eyebrow. “W-what does that…”

“I mean, I like Scootaloo, she is my friend and, honestly, a very beautiful mare. I won’t lie on that. Even if I didn’t have this thing here...I would probably think the same. If it played out the same way, I’d still sleep with her.”

“Buuuuut…?” Applebloom pinned herself on her palms on the bed, standing over Babs with big, pleading eyes.

“What makes ya think there’s a but?”

“There’s always one when ya start a long, winded explanation.”

“Yeah, yer right. Especially after ya just tapped one.” Babs hid her smirk under the sheets, ashamed of herself, especially when Applebloom finally got on the joke.

“But...I don’t know. I don’t know if I’m ready for a relationship and I don’t want to ruin what I have with Scoots. Being friends with youse guys, it’s too important for me. She still wanted to do it with me and, quite frankly, I’m flattered!”

“Really?” Applebloom lowered her gaze, sitting on her rump on the bed. She looked like her very life hinged on Babs’ answer.

“She thought I was cute enough to do it with me, with no shame and fear! Not only that, even before she had trusted me with that crazy trick! That’s what a friend does...but...What if we got together?”

Applebloom gulped.”Ya think there’s even a…together?”

“I’d like it, I’d really like it, but If I can’t wrap my head around it, would it be for the best? Or for Scoots? For us? We haven’t been clear on that issue since then. What did she tell ya, coz? I mean, at the bakery?”

“Actually, she feels tha same. She’s okay with jus’ being yer friend. She doesn’t want to force ya on that.”

“Oh…”

That hurt. One tiny glimmer of hope snuffed out like a candle in a tsunami. She knew how it was, was perfectly okay with it and came to terms with that fact in every possible way, but her heart seldom followed what the head said. Basically never. Would asking Scoots herself hurt less? “That’s...That’s good. She deserves better.”

I had my chance…Babs felt tired all of a sudden after that thought. She felt the all consuming need to lay in bed and not think about it anymore. Not even dream it.

“Night, Coz.” She turned on her side and pulled her sheets over her head.

“W-wait!” Applebloom practically screamed, her arms tightening around Babs’ generous waists.

“What is it?”

“I’m just...Ah just want to say how how...happy ah am…” Her voice cracked slightly, as if it turned into a muffled sob. Her fingers clutched tightly Babs’ shirt. “You and me, having ya here all these months...How happy ya make me feel.” She hugged Babs tighter, closing the gap between one inch at time with slow, steady pulls of her arms.

“I...make you feel happy?”

“Ya do. Ah just can’t help to have some dumb, silly smile when ah’m thinking about ya. Ah always did.” Applebloom buried her crimson head into her cousin’s back, her arms clenched around her belly and stroking the underside of her breasts. Babs closed her eyes, half expecting her throbbing dick to ruin that tender moment. Her crotch didn’t budge one inch to her relief. “You and me, the Apple cousins...Ah just can’t imagine anything different than me stayin’ with you. Ah guess that even from a bad seed, can grow something good, somethin’ great even.” she chuckled weakly, probably expecting the old nickname to hurt.

Far from the truth.

Babs Seed finally turned, giving her cousin the mother of all hugs, strong yet tender, sinking Applebloom’s bow adorned head right next to her bosom. “Thank you, Coz. You have no idea how you make me with these words.”

“Do ya...Do ya think ah’m pretty, too?”

“You’re beautiful, Coz…” she landed a kiss on her cousin’s smooth forehead.

“Ah think ya would make a wonderful fillyfriend…”

“You too, Coz.” Babs heart soared high with joy at her cousin’s...and so did the bulge in her pants. “Coz? Ya don’t mind if I turn my back on ya? My thingy is poking through…”

“Uh? Oh, yeah, sure.” Applebloom got off her cousin and quietly scooted back on her side, allowing Babs to point her pole the other way. With some pride, she realized that while being so close with Applebloom it had gotten just a little hard, instead of escaping out of the sheat like a sex maniac searching for its prey.

She closed her eyes and went to sleep with a much lighter heart. Even if that little voice at the back of her head still said it wasn’t enough...she felt loved. Not in the way she wanted but it was enough. She made a difference in somepony’s life and she saw it in Scoots and Applebloom’s smile. Her conscience, while not fully clear, allowed her to rest with ease. Her eyelids fell like lead, the smell of her cousin still lingering around. Just like always, with her at her side, she would never feel alone...

A noise pierced the veil of the night.

A moan, muffled by a pillow right in front of its source. It was a voice, a pony voice, waking her up like a blow to the head. Her voice...it was Applebloom. No question about it.

Babs jumped awake from her brief sleep, immediately turning towards her cousin on her knees. She felt another moan, hoarse and drawn out. A...mass was raising and started writhing uncontrollably under the sheets, wobbling left and right as that terrible droning continued.

“Coz?! Are you alrigh—” Babs slapped a hand to close her mouth when the figure threw her head backwards, revealing a bow and an expression of pure bliss blessing a pair of familiar lips. The sudden movement caused the sheets to be thrown back to Babs’s side, revealing the cause of that ruckus in the dim light of the moon.

Her cousin was there with her knees firmly planted on the bed and her belly slithering back and forth on it. Her hand was grabbing the headstand, sending it into a creaking fit at every pull while the other was deep down in her pants, massaging with vigor the sweet spot between her legs. Babs gulped, the sheer horror and surprise in her eyes making sharp contrast with Applebloom’s enjoyment.

Her moans grew louder and dreamier at each stroke of her fingers, laying with one cheek touching the bed as her fingers no doubt burrowed deeper in herself. On her pink pajamas grew a wet stain at the junction of her legs, few drops of excitement falling down one at time. A small puddle of drool formed at the side of her mouth, forming just one, disjointed word that made Babs Seed tremble. “Cooozz…”

Halfway between a snore and a whisper fueled with lust, her cousin was calling for Babs. To be there for her. To be the one to touch her right there and making do with what she got...

A wet, continuous schlik filled the silence of the night, accompanied by the rustling of sheets. Babs stood there frozen, passing her nervous hand on her mouth. She tried to babble something but her mind was paralyzed with fear. She lifted on her rump taking a closer look to the obscene exhibition. She could see very clearly the contour of Applebloom’s hand under her pants, skillfully stroking her wet folds, pinching the small bud of her femininity. “Yeeesss…”

She wanted to call her, to make sure she wasn’t awake and was doing it as some sick game, but no sound came from her lips. No words with which to call her.

No, it can’t be...

Babs’s crotch quivered, a quick hand reaching for it. She pulled down her pants, making her finally erect member sprang up in the fresh air. Her boyaunt length throbbed obscenely in response at her her cousin’s moans, begging for her manly touch. Applebloom drew a sharp moan from her lips, even louder than the last, when she inserted three knuckles in her tender flesh and etching a relaxed, silly smile on her face.

“Coz...You’re so…” Even before looking her hand was already around her cock, sweetly stroking its head up and down. Lances of damp pleasure were unleashed up her length and drawing a small mewl of pleasure from her lips as well. Even if occupied in such a lewd act, Applebloom simply looked so cute. Babs stroked her phallus faster , which had already grown to full size, yearning to fill the gap between the two. Small drops of thick cum appeared on her tip, joining the puddle that Applebloom had formed.

Applebloom kept writhing on the bed, her damp sex so close to Babs’s rod, still throbbing obscenely. Their bodies were separated by mere inches and yet felt joined together, doing the unthinkable that their instincts yearned for only with few strokes of hand. Babs’s sex was burning with desire. Each stroke of her hand quaked her whole body with spasms, begging for release. Each inch of skin trembling at her own touch, aching for shooting its load out and revel in the most base of desires.

Each touch, each trembling of the flesh made her closer to abandon herself to the heart shattering pleasure she had tasted once already, spill her hot seed and know peace and relief in her loins. Such a forbidden fantasy being splayed in front of her, a cute mare baring her heart and begging to be taken...Just too good to be true.

While Applebloom laid there, pleasuring herself with a smile out of heaven itself, Babs steeled her teeth, nearly grinding them to dust. She grimaced with pain as her hand couldn’t stop stimulating herself, from the sensitive tip to her smooth medial ring, but she could not reach the climax, no matter how much her balls were pulsating with need.

How would she explain to her family the musky stench of semen, the sticky sheets and the very real possibility of covering her cousin with thick, pearly cum. Cue Applebloom waking up in disgust and having the mother of all fights with her. Her secret right in the open, Babs’ family disowning her and Equestria falling into a dark age, Changelings darkening the skies!

…

Maybe not the last one, but still a pretty horrible situation. Her ‘friend’, if she could still call her like that, really got to give her such a ruddy cannon between her legs...It was a miracle her load even managed to be squeezed inside Scootaloo.

Her fingers reached for Applebloom’s, gently grasping hers, holding her cousin’s warmth in her palm. The kind gesture somehow quelled the lust raging in her cousin, who focused her energies in holding Babs’s hand as tightly as possible. She bit her lip to keep inside a grunt of pain as Applebloom visibly relaxed.

“I’m with ya, Coz.” she whispered, trying to slow down the beating of her stallion meat. Applebloom’s hand still twirled inside her soft canal. but were softening their pace. With the other hand, she was tightening her hold on Babs’ hand, the corners of her mouth curled into a smile and a strange feeling of peace spreading to her face. Babs’ organ went down, the feelings of lust on which she had feasted her eyes until that moment were replaced by a far tender and stronger emotion.

Applebloom seemed to think the same, as that simple gesture of affection heeded the demands of the flesh, squeezing out the last few drops of liquid pleasure before stopping altogether. She slid out of herself with her muscles relaxing slowly, leaving only her fingertips in her panties. Babs gave a quiet smile and grabbed her gently by the wrist and put her arm to rest as comfortable as possible.

Once her shaft lost a few inches she shoved it back in her pants, putting into the back of her mind that nagging desire for relief. How stallions managed to do it and not go insane in the process was lost to Babs. Actually, she wasn’t so sure of it in the first place.

With her clean hand she wiped a lock of red mane out of Applebloom’s and landed one silent kiss on her cheek. “I’m with ya.” Her cousin fell asleep almost instantly, letting out a quiet giggle before going into a loud snore.

“Crud…” Babs whispered. The situation just got even more complicated.

I dreamed about flicking my bean…

If there was one thing Applebloom hated, it was looking around and being miserable, especially at an Apple Family Reunion. She sat in her table, sulking in her forearms, taking one sip of cider once in a while. It was her other cousins’ turn to take show their worth in the obstacle course. Compared to the last year, Applejack gave them a much easier time. Less moving obstacles and a much shorter track, without any false leads. Guess her sister had finally learned moderation...

To her disdain, the one cousin she wanted to talk to, was getting her cheeks pinched and squished without mercy by Granny Smith: “Just look at ya, young’un! Yer getting taller every year.”

“Fhanks Gwanny.” Babs said as her mouth was stretched into a forced smile like it was made of orange putty. “Ish so nife being h’ree.”

“An’ look at yer flanks. Those are some healthy flanks! Ah thought in Manehattan ya didn’t eat well enough. Ah used to be lean as a toothpick, ah tell ya! What stallion would’ve picked a skinny filly like me?”

“I gussh...Grandpa?”

“Never get old, yong’un. That’s all ah can say to you.” Granny Smith let go of Babs’ cheek and pulled her into a warm hug. Babs massaged her face all the while before hugging Granny back.

Pinkie Pie came as promised, and quite punctual, too. She was riding her party cannon and with a quick kick of her hooves, it unleashed a cascade of multi colored streamers, kicking the heavy artillery back a good deal as all the colors in the rainbow flew up in the air. “Wohoooo!” the party mare waved her hat in the air and everypony applauded. Funny how Applejack lent one of hers, but when one has a closet full of them, it’s an easy favor for a friend.

“How’s exactly are we related?” One stallion with a stetson asked a mare busy bobbing apples.

“It’s a riddle for the ages.” she answered, drawing a shrug from the other pony.

Applebloom took another full swig of liquid courage and gave herself a little slap to the face, gathering concentration. Her brother’s advice still ringed in her head and started to mentally review it, phase after phase.

Phase One: Make sure if Babs liked Scootaloo.
Result: Just friends. Applebloom still couldn’t get over the fact that two ponies having sex would still just remain friends but she trusted Babs about that. She still had plenty of room to grow up and accept this. It didn’t mean she had to live that way, too.

Phase Two: Make sure if Babs liked her.
Results: Not that clear, sadly. Didn’t mean there wasn’t hope. Applebloom felt confident of her charm. She was a pretty mare, strong and maybe Babs might be...interested.

I'm pretty good lookin', and, if it was just some canoodlin' that'd be alright...right?

Phase Three: Make sure that…

She had no idea what to make of phase three. Tell her that she liked her cousin that way, she always did and then...what? Sunshine, Rainbows, the two skipping hand in hand trough field of flowers? Couldn’t be that easy...But at least take this chance? One chance of happiness?

“Applejack!” The bright yellow stallion in a cowpony outfit grabbed from behind her sister in a tight hug, lifting her from the ground. “Oh, seeing you is a joy for the eyes.”

“Ah’m…” Applejack wheezed out, trying to breath in her cousin's powerful hold. “Ah’m so glad to see ya, too!” Even if she was turning blue, her smile was still genuine.”Glad ya came, Braeburn.”

What the hay...Those two are pretty close. It wouldn’t look so weird…

Of course, that weird dream just made it more awkward than it already was. So much for having a pure, heartwarming infatuation for one’s cousin when the space between her legs turned into a damp inferno whenever she thought about her. The mere thought of her touch, of her hot breath grazing her neck, of the feeling of her stallionhood pressing on her thigh, ready to claim its sweet prize…

“Hey, Coz.”

“Gaahahaaa!” Applebloom screamed and nearly fell off if only Babs hadn’t caught the chair nonchalantly with her cousin still on it. Applebloom wobbled left and right and calmed down once she found herself in Babs’ safe hold.

“Geez, Coz. Watch out.”

“Whoa. How did...How did ya catch me so quickly?”

“Kinda used to it, now.” she let go of her hand so that the other two legs of Applebloom’s chair could return to the ground. “Why so nervous, Coz? Did somethin’ happen? Ya look so tense.”

“N-No.” she gave her back to Babs, a faint blush painting her cheeks. “Did somethin’ happen to ya?”

“N-no.” Babs turned as well, shooting a timid, quick look to the yellow filly. On her cheeks dwelled that same, adorable shade of red. “Why should it?”

“Jus’ askin’.” Applebloom crossed her hindlegs, planting an elbow on the table to support her head. She averted her gaze off her cousin, lest uncomfortable images of her naked body being pressed against hers would pass by in her naughty mind. She couldn’t help but notice the beautiful young mare her cousin had grown into. A plump, boyaunt chest that put all the mares her age to shame, splendid flanks, dancing on the line between healthy and pudgy, gorgeous green eyes, cute nose, perfect freckles…

Oh, Goddess, I’m crushing badly...

“Ya know, Coz, call me Suspicious Owlowiscious, but there’s somethin’ not quite right in ya.”

“What do ya mean?”

Oh, please, tell me it isn’t what I think it means…

“Well, yous’ just standing there all gloomy. Every other Family Reunion you were already begging me to spin a plate over the head. Or just to talk.” She sat down at her side. Really close to her, enough to make Applebloom’s side feel the warmth inside Babs’ baggy jeans.

“Well, ah guess we’re talkin’.”

“Of you not talkin’.” Applebloom drummed her fingers on the table, her thighs squeezing so hard the warm mound between her legs to draw pain. Silence followed, uncomfortable silence amidst the noisiest party known to ponykind. The worst kind of silence imaginable, especially with her cousin. But how to tell her?

“Have we stopped talkin’ already?”

“Ya got a new subject?”

“Youse. One of my favourite subjects.” Babs’ beamed at her cousin while grasping her hand. That touch, so coveted and tender brought a hurricane of emotions, swirling like drunken butterflies in her stomach. There was fear, desire, anticipation, suspense...and loads of shame. The worst part was there wasn’t a reason for it she could understand, even though the thought of making such squalid fantasies about Babs would be enough.

“Well…” Applebloom chuckled nervously, desperately even. “Ah like that, too. Wonder why.” Her laugh was so forced to it drew a frantic cough out of her. Babs patted her back to help her make it stop.

“See? Ya look like a wreck, coz. No offense.” Babs puffed away a lock of her mane from her eyes. “Did somethin’ happen?”

“Yup. In the space of me going to bed and waking up and settin’ up the party ah had the worst of luck.” Applebloom said, dripping with sarcasm. Somepony says it’s the best form of defense, but in Applebloom’s hands it just looked a desperate move.

“Is it my fault?”

There they were. Those eyes...Those big, pleading eyes which she couldn’t refuse anything. She felt more at ease just looking at them.

“Coz...We’re both grown ups and I really need to unburden myself to ya. I know we haven’t had the best of starts. The first time we see each other and I jump on the jerk bandwagon, hanging out with Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. It was a dick move, I’ll admit it.”

“That was so long ago, coz. Why are ya bringin’ this up?”

“Because ya gave me another chance. Not only was I accepted by you, seeing me as part of your family, not even taking the chance to make me look like a fool at that silly race. Come a few months and…” Babs snapped her fingers. “You call me your favourite cousin. What did I do to deserve that? For you to be so kind to me?”

“Ya...Ya didn’t need to. Yar jus’...you.” she reached for Babs’ cheek, landing a slow caress. “Do ah need a reason ta love mah family?”

“Still...I know I have screwed up. With Scoots, I mean. I know you care about me and even more about your friends. I don’t know if you think it was wrong or you just don’t understand how and why it happened—”

“Ah don’t! Ah mean, ah get why and ah don’t think ya did...Ya did nothin’ wrong.”

Tell her why you are so upset. Tell her why you care so much. Tell her what she means for you…

The first chords hitting the air. Musicians taking stage. That was the moment. In all of her life, she has never been happier to see Fiddlesticks and her band. Was her presence, there and now, a sign? Well, probably not, because she had seen her every other reunion...Still, great timing.

“Still…” Babs held her hand between hers. She dragged her chair on the ground, using her rump to pull herself closer to Applebloom. Her heart was slamming against her ribcage, a strange heat was puffing up her cheeks, the drunk butterflies were striking back...Was it really happening? “Just give me another chance, Coz. Another chance to make ya smile. Just like ya did for me.”

“Coz…” she said, grasping Babs’ hands, leaning forward, so close to make her cousin’s breath tickle on her upper lip. Beautiful, perfect and kind, only wishing for her Applebloom to be the smiling, carefree filly she remembered. Bring some happiness whenever her little, dumb cousin felt blue. It just felt perfect...Why had she feared this so much?

...

No more fear. Not of her.

“Wanna dance?” The two cousins asked basically at the same time, drawing a relaxed and still simultaneous giggle from both of them.

“Wow. Ya know me too well, coz!” Babs stood up, gently pulling Applebloom’s hand to follow her. The young farmpony nodded with a smile, her worries dissipated.

“Favourite cousin, remember?” Applebloom winked at her, making Babs’ cheeks go into full blush again. She felt funny, surprised even, at how chipper she had suddenly became. A rational pony would think of the cider but she had just drunk one mug...Or maybe two...Or three…

Well, it’s all grist for the mill!

Two lines of ponies formed. Mares at one side and stallions at the other. Babs wiped a drop of sweat from her brow. “Haven’t thought of that…” she said.

“Oh, what’s wrong now?” Applebloom frowned, gently grasping her cousin’s arm with both her own. She rested her head on Babs’ shoulder, teasing her with a quick eye flutter and really wondering what was getting into her. And loving it so far.

“Isn’t it weird if two mares do it? I mean...Did it come out really wrong, did it?”

“A little. But ya shouldn’t worry, coz. First of all, ah think there’s more mares than stallions…” she pointed a finger to the forming couples, noticing indeed mares standing in front of the other rather awkwardly, both in the first and the second line. “Third...No wait…” she giggled. “Second o’ all...yer not a mare. Not completely.” she gave a sultry grin, caressing her cousin’s lower abdomen.

“You...You’re right.” she answered with an awkward grin as Babs’ hand quickly shooed Applebloom’s away. The two rushed off to the dance floor, getting into their respective lines. Applebloom steeled herself, trying not to hop in her place from the sheer joy.

Fiddlestick gave a small grin as she tapped her hoof rhythmically on the stage. At the third tap she started her magic. Her violin started slow, almost lethargic before her bow flew on the chords, lighting the air on fire with an energetic melody. The other band members followed shortly

Babs sprang and hopped towards her cousin, with Applebloom doing the same. The two grabbed each other’s forearm and spun around in place, locking their bodies and their gazes. Once in a while, new couples were formed, exchanging each partner for another pony. The two cousins always found each other, returning in each other’s lovely grasp the moment they found themselves close enough for the switch.

She craved for her touch. Her blood was boiling and adrenaline was pumping each time they pirouetted in each other’s grasp. Not just that sheer joy she felt when she was in Babs’ grasp flowed through her veins, not just the fear of screwing up left her heart and her mind, she was having fun. The pure and perfect feelings from the depths of her heart returned being so. The beating of her heart was never replaced by the beating in her loins.

Their motions were so finely matched and yet so different. Babs was confident in her movements, brimming with coltish conviction. Her grip was strong and yet gentle, devoted only to accompany each of her partner’s spins and twirls in place. It was such a simple dance, far from the fancy steps of Canterlot, but by no means uncouth. It was pure energy, energy that flowed through Applebloom’s very being, energy that finally gave her the courage to made phase three a thing.

Amidst the crowd they twirled and spun, always losing each other, always finding each other, Applebloom always returning to Babs and Babs always returning to Applebloom. Maybe it was the cider talking. Maybe it was the radiant heat of that wonderful moment. Maybe they were the years of faithful yearning for her cousin’s embrace or even a lucky combination of all those things. It didn’t matter for her. Right there. Right then.

She. Wanted. For Babs. To fuck her.

Screw it. Go for the broke, AB...

She gulped loudly.

“Let’s do it.” she whispered to Babs as she passed by near her while changing partner. Those few seconds of Babs’ bewildered look were just priceless and a bit scary.

“Do...what?”

“That thing...That thing ya did with Scoots…” She couldn’t look at her in the eyes but still had a smarmy grin etched on her face, framed by a rosy scarlet on her cheeks. They switched partners again, Applebloom not even looking in the eyes her relative she was dancing with.

“Ya mean it…?” Babs said, twirling with Applebloom once again, her stare distant and unknowable.

“Mah room. You and me. Now.” The two slowed down, still arm in arm, giving Applebloom plenty of of time to realize what she has said, the thought hitting her like a kick in the groin. Her mouth fell dry and time itself slowed down as she closed her eyes, preparing herself for the most embarrassing, loud and---

“Ok.” Babs said.

The music stopped and so did her heart. She twirled one last time, falling on Babs’ bosom. She laid her head on her cousin’s chest as her shoulders were hugged by her powerful caring arms. The thriving rhythm of her heart was the only thing to fill the brief silence before the crowd reprised its chatter. The young farmpony’s head was pulsating loudly, cooking up an apology that she quickly realized to be unneeded.

“Ya...wha…?” she said slowly, lifting the head and looking in her cousin’s eyes.

“Let’s do it. Here. Now.” Babs scratched her head with a gentle smile. “Well, maybe not here, but—”

“Ya...what?!” Applebloom shrieked, hopping a little in the air by grabbing her cousin’s shoulders, all while sporting an incredulous grin.

“Oh, for Celestia’s sake. Ya asked it! Unless...ya changed your mind.” Babs blinked. “Because if...If you were joking, I won’t—”

“No, no. Ah’m jus’ surprised. Ya were so...quick ta say it.”

Babs shrugged. “Why shouldn’t I?” she leaned over, giving a quick sweet kiss to Applebloom’s nose. Her head spun around, clouded in a sweet daze. She pinched her forearm unseen by her cousin, confirming that this moment was real. “I told ya I wanted to make ya happy. And besides—” Applebloom put her index finger on Babs’ lips.

“Later. Ya’ll tell me everythin’ later. Jus’ a question. What are ya gon’ tell to mah sister?”

“Well, I’ll say you don’t feel so good and I’ll go check up on ya. Nothing to worry about. Maybe ya just feel a little tired.”

“Well...Okay.” she patted her cousin’s shoulder, hoping to do a lot more. She skipped on her merry way back in the house while everypony else returned to the festivities, taking a drink or preparing for another round of dances. Babs was talking to Applejak, cooking up and excuse and ready to follow her. Her sister and her cousin looked relaxed enough while talking, adding further relief of not ruining her sister’s fun with fake worries.

Just a moment for herself.

The two of them.

It was perfectly normal to have second thoughts on something. Not that Applebloom was having any, of course. It was perfectly reasonable to feel a little nervous, since her often dreamed first time was just minutes, if not seconds, away. She walked up and down her room, beating a steady rhythm with her hooves on the wooden boards. She feared she was close to digging a groove in her room for how fast she was going.

Her curtains were shut, protecting the room from unwelcome eyes and she was ready to lock her door once Babs was there. She did that so rarely except for very important reasons and her family had grown to accept her desire for privacy, luckily.

Shame she hadn’t prepared a more romantic atmosphere. Maybe Sweetie Belle would have lent her some aromatic candles. Hay, Scootaloo herself could’ve given her some advice on what Babs liked and what not, if it was going to hurt as much as she said and maybe if she really was a biter, like Scootaloo said in her lewd tale.

Having said that little lie left a bitter taste, but it wasn’t time to worry about that.

What in Celestia's green earth got into me! Oh, Babs probably thinks I am some kind of crazy nut, or a pervert. What if she threw a prank on me?! Naw, she wouldn’t do that...or would she?

Babs timidly knocked at the door, leaning inside her scarlet head. “Coz? Can I come in?”

And holy nuts she actually came!

“O-Of course…” Babs entered, moving out of the way of a terribly fast young mare, who raced to the door to lock it with her key.

You wanted this. And you have it now. Enjoy it.

“Ah almost thought ya weren’t comin’.” she said.

“Why would I do that?” Babs chuckled, sitting on Applebloom’s bed and patting the spot next to her. Applebloom fidgeted on her hooves before complying, sharing a relaxed smile with her cousin. A warm, caring arm circled her shoulders and she felt at peace.

“So...What did ya want to tell me, coz?”

Babs sighed, looking down at her hooves scraping the floor. “Aw, nuts...How can I ask ya without looking like a jerk...Do ya like me, coz?”

Applebloom stifled a little laugh “Well, of course, coz.” she leaned her head over Babs’ smooth bosom. “Ah mean...ya wouldn’t be here if ah didn’t like ya at least a little. Ah’m not that kind of mare.” she giggled.

“Y-yeah…” Babs landed a small kiss on Applebloom’s mane. Her touch felt so comforting and soothing…”The thing is...I really like ya, too.”

“Y-Ya mean it? It’s not jus’ because...Because of Scoots?”

“We are talking about you, Coz. I want to make ya happy…and if this all that I can do, let’s do it.”

Babs’ fingers started unbuttoning Applebloom’s jacket slowly. She eased her cousin’s work by sliding out of it one arm at time before letting it fall on the floor. Her toned, muscular arms were uncovered, with Babs immediately cupping a feel to her strong biceps. The fur on her forearms stood up in a flash as the first part of her body felt her cousin’s coveted touch.

She was in a better shape than Scootaloo, of course. The pegasus had a lean, aerodynamic physique. A machine built for speed, not for strength. Applebloom was of a bulkier constitution, even as a filly, and like her cousin said the day she arrived she had worked out.

A lot.

Was it for her work at the farm or to impress her cousin, working on her strong points? No answer came as every nerve of her body was fully prepared to receive Babs’ lustful caresses.

Her cousin’s other hand gave a small caress to her cheek before turning the young farmpony’s chin with her index finger, gently. Their gazes locked and in that moment Applebloom saw Babs: all the sweetness thriving beneath her green orbs, the sincere and adorable smile framed among her freckles.

Their lips pressed against one another for the first time. Then a second. Then a third. In the space of a blink Babs started covering her cousin’s with small, butterfly kisses, moving on her face and her jawline smoothly. Her lips were warm and soft, feeling like the soothing caress of the first breezes of spring on the skin. A giggle of pure delight escaped her lips as she hugged her cousin’s head, pulling her closer.

Babs pressed her snout further against hers, trying to enter with her tongue into Applebloom’s mouth. At first her teeth closed like a barrier before her cousin’s hungry appendage, but relaxed instantly when the eager Manehattan mare grasped her hand. She felt safe in her gentle hold, easing her to let her cousin slid in. The tip of their tongues danced on each other in delicate circles as their lips stood glued together, leaving the two to revel in their respective softness.

After a loud smack, Babs popped out of Applebloom’s mouth, leaving a small strand of drool between their hanging tongues. Applebloom lunged forward, hugging tightly her cousin.

"Would you believe ah dreamed about flicking my bean while thinking about ya?" she let out a nervous yet happy giggle. She felt so at peace with Babs, confessing even the dumbest and filthiest details.

"Coz...You kinda did."

"Oh." She heard the sound of a cart crashing right into her brain.

"Would'ya believe I rubbed one out while watchin' ya?"

"Ya...ya did?"

"Maaaybe. Maybe I liked what I saw.” Bloom’s cheeks flushed, leaving her without a remark. She didn’t know to feel flustered or fluttered about it.

Babs’ hungry lips moved downward, tickling Applebloom’s neck as they all its length. The quiet smacking of her lips was coupled with the rustling of their entangled bodies on the sheets. Babs gave one wet, smack to the center of Applebloom’s collarbone before stopping and giving her a small lick on the chin.

“Lift your back a little.” Babs winked and Applebloom complied, complete with putting her arms in the air. Her shirt just...flew off before Babs dove right between her breasts, with only the thin surface of fabric of her bra separating their skins. Applebloom moaned as Babs’ hand ran up her sides, finding their way on her cousin’s back to unbutton her bra.

“Crud…”

“What’s that, coz? Havin’ problems?”

“No...no…It’s just that…” the hook of Applebloom’s bra was harder than rocks. “Dammit. It doesn’t come off!”

“Here, I’ll help ya.” Applebloom rolled her eyes and turned with her belly on the bed, allowing Babs to unbutton the bra with an easy snap.

“Heh, thanks.”

“No problem.”

She got a rush the moment fresh air hit her perky nipples, ready to show her bouncing mounds to the world and to Babsy. Her lush breasts lacked the sheer volume her cousin possessed but they were still firm and voluptuous. Her impertinent pink tips stood large and puffy in the middle of her breasts like two big cherries. Babs licked her lips, shivering of impatience, as her hands were already fondling her ripe fruits.

“Ya kin...Ya kin taste ‘em. If ya want.”

“Uh...Cool.” Babs smiled. “Always wanted to...try it on the other side.” Babs stuck out her tongue, titillating with a small, deliberate lick on Applebloom’s nipple. Her fingers burrowed on the blankets, biting her lip as maddening pleasure reared its head, ready to spread in the rest of her body. A wonderful warmth grew in her belly and dove to her groin the moment the soft seal of her lips enveloped Applebloom’s pink nub.

Babs suckled gently, massaging the other breasts with the other hand and with the utmost care, drowning her chest in wet delight. Her voice started to come out in throaty, quiet moans as her cousin's generous chest throbbed in her lap.

“Is it...Is it good?” Babs circled one nipple with her tongue before diving her snout on the other pink jem, instantly smothering it with her lips. She drew a high pitched moan from Applebloom, causing her to slap herself in the face. Who knew who could be wandering in her house and perhaps passing in front of her room, hearing strange noises…

This is so hot…

“Go on, Coz…” Applebloom grabbed Babs’ head, pushing her further on her breast. The obscene sucking noise grew louder, its rhythm went frantic and the dampness of the young farmpony’s sex grew with a vengeance. Her cousin’s lips felt so warm and soft and caring. Her touch thrived with the sheer love of life one could show only with the sensation of fur against fur, of sweaty bodies entangled with each other, of the basest desires and the purest of feelings hand in hand. Babs’ snout dove next to her belly, rubbing it on its smooth surface and taking a long, loud sniff followed by a hearty giggle.

“What’s so funny?”

“Ya smell of sweat, Coz...Like, a lot!” she pinched her nose with two fingers and waved her hand in front of her, all with a smarmy grin on her face.

“Jus’ go on…”

Babs move aside her panties with only a thumb, exposing one small fraction of pink flesh. Her hot breath got closer inch by inch and she felt ready. One small touch from her cousin, using the tip of the tip of her tongue sent her over the edge, opening a new world of senses. Her snout rubbed on the sensitive organ, accustoming itself to the lustful caresses of her tongue. Babs feasted on her cousin’s sex, slurping her tongue in wider circles as Applebloom’s powerful legs locked around her head. Her muscles, her very being was tense: her body was undecided if to revel in this new sensation or to shun it completely.

Her tail swished on Babs’ face as her hips bucked forward unrestrained by her will. She pleaded for more when she felt her cousin’ tongue starting to poke at her hole, breaching into her tender flesh as her juices were spilled on her face. If only she could’ve looked Babs in the eyes, at least to see if she was liking it, if she would’ve looked at her with kind eyes while giving her wave after wave of radiant bliss between her legs. Babs’ hands were firmly placed on her thighs, her fingers still keeping her panties in place so they wouldn’t slip in front of her tongue. For some reason she thought how would fabric taste…

“Gaahhaaa!” Babs’ tongue finally pierced the veil of tight flesh, tasting her cousin’s love canal for the first time. It felt like a wriggling, kinda cold...wriggling thing moving inside her. It lashed and stroke at her weakest spots, savouring every inch of her flesh, every shade of her musky scent and bittersweet taste of her juices, leaking over Babs’ chin. The Manehattan mare mewled in delight at their taste, delving deeper and deeper, pushing her snout against Applebloom’s clitoris.

“Coz…” she steeled her teeth while her sex was going overdrive with pleasure. The need to be filled. The need to be one with her crush. “That’s not so fair, is it?”

“Wassat?” Babs asked while starting to slip her panties over her flanks, her face a complete disaster of vaginal juices.

“Ah din't get ta see yers. Maybe..."

This is it Applebloom. No backin' out now.

"Maybe, you kin show it to me now?" her shoulders shrunk with embarrassment, an awkward smile possessed her lips. Babs nodded, calmly beaming at her cousin as she unzipped her pants.

Babs lifted her legs, keeping them on her shoulder as she slid out Applebloom’s worn out jeans, sending them flying on the floor. Her strong, apple bucking legs were exposed as well, prompting Babs to move a hungry hand up her thighs, gliding over the smooth fur and throbbing muscles. Her fingers went down her panties, pinching the delicate flesh burning with desire.

Something big, hard and totally pointed at her popped out of her pants, landing right between Applebloom’s legs. Bulging, veiny and throbbing with the primordial desire to penetrate something. Anything. It looked kind of scary, even...But it belonged to Babs and therefore was beautiful in its own way. Still, the sensation of it having something fundamentally wrong didn’t leave the back of her mind. Perhaps it was still the silly, scaredy virgin Applebloom to do the talking.

At least it will feel good.

“Coz, move it a little. Ah want to know how it feels.”

“What, like this?” she started moving her trembling phallus on her panties, grinding it slowly on her sex, their organ aching to be together separated by a small barrier of cotton. Babs’ hips moved back and forth, rubbing her stallionhood against her most secret place. It dripped of the dew of marehood mixed with the drops of her cousin’s saliva, still dwelling between her folds. The sheer heat and girth of that member, the member her best friend had tasted and was finally, finally going to be hers was making her marehood sing with joy at each thrust and started to look more and more attractive, a mere appetizer for her senses. Babs’ shaft bulged and a few drops of her virile semen started to leak from it, marking her as her territory.

Her thighs squeezed against the raging shaft, the muscles rippling in her legs enveloping Babs’ pulsating stallionhood tightly. Her cousin moved in voluptuous abandon, rocking back and forth to build delicious pressure in her loins. Babs grimaced and rolled her eyes at the back of her head, lost in the warm and tight space between her legs. Applebloom flashed a sly grin and licked one finger putting it against Babs’ tip. She started caressing Babs’ burning cumhole, stroking it with her wet finger at every thrust and tightening her hold further, jerking off her cousin by using her own motion.

A small trail of warm cum darted out of Babs’ shaft, showering Applebloom’s busy hand. She closed her eyes and, in the heat of the moment, she brought it to her mouth, swallowing the seed. It tasted just...foul. Too bitter and salty and terribly thick. Her mouth told her to spit out that stuffy concoction but that would’ve been just rude. It would’ve been like she didn’t like Babs’ taste.

And besides, she bet Scootaloo swallowed it all…

“Babs…” she forced a smile as a small drop of cum still run down her cheek. “Ah’m ready…” she wiggled her hips, moving left and right Babs’ sensitive staff, drawing pleasured moan from the mare with a stallion’s part. She writhed beneath her and closed her eyes, feeling her cousin’s lips on hers one more time. Babs’ hands grabbed her breasts again as the ravenous kisses moved downward to her neck and breasts, before her panties were ripped off of her. Literally.

“Whoops…”

“Whoops? What do ya mean by Whoops?” Babs flashed an embarrassed grin as she hid her face with the ashes of Applebloom’s panties, which fell further in pieces. “Aw, come one!”

“Sorry! I guess...I guess I got too eager and…” Another piece fell, leaving only the elastic band hanging between her index fingers. “Whoops.”

“Just hurry up...and do...your thing…” Her arms instinctively protected her breasts, trying to protect the last shreds of her modesty. Her naked body still felt so vulnerable and yet still so eager. She felt much safer and at ease with her nudity once Babs did the same, casting aside her shirt and jeans to reveal her plump figure in all its glory. It was weird for a strong athlete like Scootaloo and a devout farmpony like Applebloom to find themselves attracted to such a pudgy figure, but what was important was the heart that beat behind those two boyaunt, bouncing breasts. That and the fact she looked so soft and warm at touch, like hugging a comfy pillow in the middle of the night…

I wonder if I’ll get to hold her in my sleep...

“Ah’m ready, Coz…” she pinned her hindlegs around Babs’ waist, grabbing her member with one hand. Babs nodded, holding Applebloom’s free hand with hers while she eased her way, pushing her massive meat against her cousin’s tender entrance. She grunted and pushed, sending a squelching noise in the air, no doubt aided by Babs’ copious lubrication. Her tip slid in and Babs’ virility twitched through all its length. “What is it?” she asked.

“N-Nothin’. It’s just…” she pushed another inch inside, her warmth shared with her Babs, their hearts beating as one… “It’s so tight!” Babs arched forward shaking and planting her palms on the bed. She grunted again and thrust with all her strength, breaching inside the incredibly tight gash. Both mares winced of pain at their reciprocal contact, Applebloom’s terribly tight canal closing around the terribly thick mare shaft.

The farmpony felt an incredible, wonderful pressure inside of her as she felt her insides slowly filled, her inner walls massaging and slathering Babs’ huge dick. It was tight and firm, painful even to endure, and it spread around Babs’ stallionhood by making the Manehattan mare fight for every inch. The curvy mounds of her cousin bounced and swung back and forth on her chest, their sight mesmerizing and combined with Applebloom’s unrestrained moans of pleasure just fueled Babs’ lust more, just making her more eager to overcome the tortuous trial.

Babs squeezed herself more inside her cousin, pushing past her medial ring to feed more of her raging cock inside her narrow entrance. While Babs found the fact that her cousin having such strong muscles even in her most sacred hole, it was kind of grating. Not that she was deterred in her lascivious intent as she rocked her hips faster and faster and shoving a good half of her fat dick far up into her stomach. Applebloom loved it, of course: her rock hard vagina clamped the thing down, trying to milk out the cum out of Babs’ deliciously round balls.

Her head spun around, drowned into an ocean of pleasure like never before. She could feel their hearts beating as one as she had imagined so many times, the warmth of their sexes joining together and spreading to every fraction of her very being in uncontrollable, shuddering contractions. Babs’ generous breasts fell on top of hers while the the two were joined into a most caring embrace. She could feel the wet slap of their hips coming together as she could finally feel a good three quarters of Babs shoved inside her, throbbing, singing its joy as they were one.

She locked her arms around Babs’ back and gave her few small kisses on her neck, smacking her lips with foalish abandon and delight. Her cousin’s hands slid down to her bottom and pulled her, letting Applebloom’s hips and the helpful gravity do their work as she rode Babs’ cock with reckless desire. It hit her just in the right spot with a dull and wet noise and it plunged into Applebloom's sensitive, grateful pink depths.

The powerful rod worked its way down there while Applebloom assaulted her cousin’s mouth, shoving her tongue into into it and lashing at Babs’ as their breasts were lovingly pressed together, their hardened nipples dancing on top at each other and filling her with glee. She eased down onto her cousin s a symphony of lustful caresses and sloppy kisses took place just few inches above, the pain of the first time finally leaving for the passionate ecstasy two lovers could feel, even though Babs snuck out an annoyed grimace among her kisses.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, impaling her on Babs’ straining shaft, her hips defying her will.

“No-Nothin’...You’re just so…”

“Still tight…” Bloom sighed with a point of sadness.

“Didn’t tell ya could stop.” Babs pulled her into a wild kiss, sloughing her tongue against the underside of hers. Applebloom let out a pleasured moans in both of their mouths and kept doing so as she kept accepting Babs’ throbbing erection, sinking her cousin into her again and again and again. Her mind was fully focused into building a powerful, long lasting orgasm like the world had never saw. Wave after wave of rapture kept building up into her crotch and stomach, running up her spine as she felt Babs’ dick engorging and stiffening further, turning from rock hard to diamond.

She unlocked her lips from her cousin, holding her head with her hands on her freckled cheeks. She landed one last, small kiss on her nose. “Babs...I’m close.” She wriggled her hips, drilling herself further on the powerful shaft.

“So am I.” Babs grunted and thrust herself one final time. Applebloom could feel a cozy warmth in her belly and the start of a small, hard bulge showing up in there. Her walls clamped harder than ever against the fat, quaking shaft, so close to releasing its load that Applebloom could already taste it. Not that she liked it that much…

The blinding, pulsating moment of release came for both mares, holding hands one more time during the first, powerful wave. Applebloom started crying in bliss before her voice was swallowed by Babs’ hungry lips. She cried tears of joy as she cupped her cousin’s cheek, their lips trembling as the sheer power of the orgasm enveloped them both. It started slow but powerful, building up piece by piece. It wasn't mind blowing as she hoped and dreamed so often, but rather drawn out. Not a screaming, then pass out affair, but one of whimpers and moans, as she clenched tight her folds and held on as ripples of pleasure flowed through her.

And it lasted. She wasn’t sure of how much time had passed but it felt so long, so intimate, like she had passed half a lifetime of joy, locked in her cousin’s embrace and still had the mind of a young mare, still had a heart longing for love and adventures and still capable of desiring more.

Even Babs didn’t live up to her fantasy, but not in a negative way. Instead of the powerful, huge load being blasted right inside her womb, her well endowed lover shot slow spurts of warm cum, accustoming her canal to the weird yet incredible sensation of stallion semen sputtering for the first time in her wall. It filled her slowly and deliberately, allowing her to savour every last shade of the symphony of flesh. Far more intimate than any stallion blowing her load inside her and passing out, mere seconds separating the mundane from her romantic fantasy made flesh.

Babs’ discomfort had completely disappeared, losing herself into the kiss, finally accustomed to Applebloom’s depths and claiming them as hers with the slow, tender and yet virile rocking of her hips as she spread her thick essence inside her cousin. Huge globs of stallion cream spurted and kissed Applebloom’s cervix, the injection leaving a ticklish bliss sent to her very being. Her heart pumped faster and the sheer energy of live thrived in her veins, not wanting this to stop even for a second.

Her ‘stallion’ didn’t disappoint as she followed her in the blissful afterglow for all the time it took, still holding her hand and kissing her face and breasts as her cock was still giving out to the last, warm drop. Applebloom was trembling for the sheer power of that climax, reduced to a sweaty, whimpering mess. She delighted at the thought that her cousin didn’t find anything wrong with that kind of sweat and showed it by rubbing her wet bosom against Babs’ sharing a small giggle of udnerstanding.

Far more intimate and satisfying that she could’ve ever hoped the magic moment ended, leaving the two extremely and finally sated. She rested on her chest while the final waves of pleasure worked their magic inside of her, moving with her hand one lock of Babs’ mane to give a kiss on her forehead.

“Oh, Coz...That was...That was...That was so…” Applebloom slumped down, moving her fingers on Babs’ smooth back.

“Me too, coz. I loved that…”

Was I better than Scoots? She wanted to ask it but decided not to. It wasn’t a contest and she didn’t want to think badly of her friend anymore, not even bragging about this. It was too important, too magnificent, to waste it with petty rivalries with ponies who didn’t deserve it.

“Do ya think...we should clean up a little before going back?”

“I...think so? I could always say you were all sweaty for the dance and wanted to take a shower.”

“My cousin, master of little white lies…” Applebloom giggled and ruffled Babs’ mane playfully.

“Aaaawww…”

“Seriously, it’s suspicious enough to have stayed all this time in your room. But don’t ya worry...maybe tonight…” She gave a sultry grin followed by a sweet kiss, before unsheathing herself from her cousin.

“Wait, Co—” Before her warning hit the air, Babs’ cum poured out of Applebloom’s snatch to hit the blankets, spluttering with a wet noise on the once white sheets, replacing with a dirty, gelatinous white.

“Whoops…”

“Ya clean that up…”