Quill woke early at the first crow from a rooster. All the mares were lengthwise on the bed, resting comfortably. Applejack stirred but simply turned and rested her head on Quill’s side while Rainbow snorted lightly before turning to her back and began motioning like she was walking. The rooster crowed again but the other mares stayed asleep, exhausted from the party the evening before.

Quill leaned over and kissed Rainbow lightly on the neck with a soft playful bite. Rainbow groaned and turned to her side, moved around and placed her rump in Quill’s face, inches from her purple muzzle, then moved her tail aside as she fell asleep again.

Stricken with the dilemma of her life, Quill lay there staring at the waiting pink opening, the warm scent of musk, the blue fur that was slightly moistened and guiding her back to one of the places she knew she loved. “Oh buck me with an eagle,” Quill whimpered and leaned forward, pressing her nose to Rainbow’s perineum and letting her tongue slide free from her mouth into Rainbow’s vulva and waiting body.

Rainbow snorted again but remained asleep with only a slight tremble of her body as Quill began to lick and press her flat teeth against rainbow’s body, tasting the sweet flavors that lied within as she felt Applejack stirring. Pulling her tongue back into her mouth she swallowed and lay back quickly as Applejack moaned and fluttered her eyes open.

She moved up and nuzzled Quill and kissed her under her chin, then noticed Rainbow’s position and Quill lying, staring intently, stiffly at the ceiling. Applejack’s eyes glanced between the mare and the rump then moved closer to Quill’s ear. “Do it, Sugarcube,” she whispered.

Quill looked to Applejack in shock as Applejack nodded and winked. They both knew they all needed it. A month and some without release, without love, without sex. Quill turned her head and returned to what she was doing a moment before, this time with Applejack watching, breathing heavier, and letting her hoof trail the length of Quill’s underbelly; up and down.

The rooster crowed again as Quill turned to her side and placed a hoof firmly on Rainbow’s cutie mark and held her still while she began to work her tongue in her expert fashion while she felt Applejack scoot down the bed and place her head in her open thighs and scoot closer to her body. Her tail moves aside on its own and Quill shuddered as Applejack began to taste her, her tongue going deeper than any other mare ever had and, she could only describe it as a spinning sensation. Whatever Applejack was doing it was going to be a quick one...

…

“Celestia, that was, amazing,” Quill panted as she and Applejack lay side by side, forelimbs interlocked, then Rainbow stirred.

“Oh, wow,” Rainbow stretched her wings and arched her back, “I had the most amazing dream, AJ. Quill and you were here and we had another three way… What if we go over and jump her, I’m super horny, I feel like I just got there,” she giggled and turned to see Quill and Applejack looking at her. “Uh, what’d I miss?” she asked as the other two began to laugh.

…

“So, lemme get this right,” Rainbow started as she and the other mares sat around the table. The stove was heating up and oats were on the menu. “You both did me and I slept through it?”

“You whinny when you come, Dashie.”

“Ah do not! It’s more of a moan,” she retorted but relented, “usually.”

“And you nearly took off into the next room when it happened,” Quill giggled, “if I wasn’t holding you down you’d have a lump on your head.”

Rainbow frowned. “I wish I was awake for it, now I feel violated. Next time you’re asleep…”

“Well, either way we had our fun and now we gotta have a talk about what ta do and what the plans are. Quill’s got a job farmin’ and Scootaloo’s in school, you’re still doin’ weather ‘n Ah’ve got mah farmin’. We’ve got full days and some stormy nights,” she looked to Rainbow then Quill, “but Ah think we’ve got it worked out already.”

“Yeah, casual sex!” Quill shouted sending Rainbow into a giggle.

“No, Quill. Ah mean that we’re in a good place ‘n I’m glad ta have ya in the house. What happened this mornin’ isn’t gonna the norm. But, once in awhile’s fine by me,” she looked to Rainbow who was still giggling into her fetlock, “now, oats’re ready ta go in and we’ve gotta get Scootaloo up fer school. Anyone have anythin’ ta add?”

“Nope, just feed the baby,” Rainbow said patting her baby bump and smiling at Applejack.

“And the boarder,” Quill added sarcastically before grinning, then winked, “you know what I mean.”

“Ah’ll get Scoots,” Rainbow said taking to a hover then leaving the room quickly and returning with a filly holding a stuffed pony doll that was still waking up. “Food ready?”

“Sugarplum, ya know we gotta cook it first, right?”

“We’re vegetarians; herbivores. We can eat it raw with hay and some wood from the house,” Rainbow said as she dropped Scootaloo to her spot on the floor by the table, “feed me au natural.”

Applejack rolled her eyes. “We’re eatin’ cooked food like civilized ponies, not wood from the walls, Rainbow.”

Rainbow groaned. “Ah know that, I was just messin’. Quill, you knew that, right?”

“No, you were serious. I can hear your belly talking.”

“Oh, whatever. Please, AJ, I’m so hungry I can graze…”

“Alright, alright, hold yer socks,” Applejack said with a grin as she took to the stove and began cooking the oats. “Ah can’t believe how much y’all’re eating. We had ta stop the train twice ta restock our food supplies cuz Rainbow and Pinkie ate it all.”

“Really? Mama, why isn’t Mom fat?”

“Because, Scoots,” Rainbow interjected, “Mom’s the fastest mare in Equestria and that means I’ve got a great metablamism.”

“Yeah, but her hips are starting to look plump,” Quill teased as she began to stare at Rainbow’s hips.

“Well, Ah love ‘em,” Applejack added. Rainbow landed and touched her flanks, pressing lightly into the growing fat, small as it was.

“I’m… not fat, am I?”

“Well, she’s still the coolest mom, even if she is getting big.”

Rainbow gasped. “I am not getting fat, I’m pregnant! I’m gonna put on baby fat and fly it off, easy,” she motioned with a hoof, “and you’ll never believe how awesome I look.”

“Okay then, okay, I get it. Let’s just drop it, eat breakfast and then get to work. I’ve got stuff to pull out of the ground,” Quill huffed, “and I hate it, but it’s work.”

“That’s what Ah like ta hear. Put some sweat on yer brow and crack them hooves some, make a farm mare’a you yet.”

“Yeah,” Rainbow said as she settled on the floor, “just go to the spa with those cracked hooves and get them fixed cuz no one’s touching this mare and scratching me again.”

“Oh, that happened by accident,” Applejack dismissed as she stirred the oats, “and Ah learnt my lesson.”

“Mom’s, why’re you talking all weird again?”

“Because, Scoots,” Quill leaned over the table to whisper to Scootaloo, “that’s what ponies in love do.” Applejack and Rainbow looked to each other and smiled.

“Whatever,” Scootaloo yawned and set the stuffed pony under the table, “as long as it isn’t about mating I’m fine. Just, eeyuck! It’s all I hear everypony talk about lately! It’s like it’s in the air, or something.”

“Oh my,” Quill looked to the filly’s parents, “doesn’t she know what this month is?”

“What?” Scootaloo asked. “What’d I miss? Is it important?”

“It’s estrus month, Scootaloo,” Rainbow told her, “and that means you’re going to notice a lot of ponies going into the tents around town or some sweet smells all over the place…”

“Sugarplum, don’t be like that. Scoots,” she took the pot off the stove and to the table, “what’s happenin’ is everypony’s gonna be mating. It’s natural and nothin’s wrong with it, it’s the pony way. Just, this year you’ll notice it because you’re gettin’ ta that age. Just, don’t follow adults too close and if a pony in yer class is gone fer a day or two, it just means they’re peakin’ and are bein’ kept at home so they don’t-”

“Lift their tails and get poked by a colt,” Rainbow interjected as she scooped a large portion for herself.

“And end up with foal before you get your mark. You don’t want a cutie mark in having foals, do you?” Quill asked, more like teased.

“N-no… I’ll be safe! Honest.”

Applejack took control of the conversation again and placed a hoof on Scootaloo’s withers. “Sugardrop, Ah trust ya to do the right thing and if a colt come’s a-pokin’ just buck’m away.”

“What if I hurt him, or his penis?”

“Ya won’t. Ya see…”

“I’ve seen a lot of unsheathed penises, Mama, I know what they look like. But they’re sensitive the colts say…”

Applejack sighed and squeezed her eyes shut. She wasn’t planning on having this talk ever, much less at breakfast. Quill picked up on it and took over.

“Scootaloo. They are sensitive, but they’re also really… floppy. They don’t get really hard until they’re almost inside so if you buck at a colt that’s getting too close it won’t hurt them, just scare them that their little sticks might get stepped on.”

Scootaloo nodded. “Got it. Kick ‘em off before they get off.”

Rainbow snorted and swallowed half a mouthful of oats, barely avoiding choking as Quill and Applejack chuckled at the filly’s proclamation.

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