Applejack, smiling from ear to ear, proudly walked up to the Cutie Mark Crusaders as they finished packing up the last of their Filly Scout cookies. “Ah think you three should be real proud! Y'all did a mighty impressive job for your first go-around.”

Rarity smiled as Applejack lovingly rubbed her little sister’s head. “You took the words right out my mouth, Applejack.”

Only an astute pony could have noticed her grin growing devilish, for as soon as it had happened it had been replaced with a normal looking one. “Isn’t that right, Rainbow Dash?” She turned towards her fine, feathery friend, but when she saw the pegasus staring off into Ponyville she started to look a little worried. “Uh, Applejack?”

Applejack glanced over and, after a couple nods from Rarity in Rainbow’s direction, rolled her eyes and walked towards her prismatically-maned friend. The pegasus was dastardly rubbing her hooves together, not that surprising from her considering the situation, and as Applejack approached she heard her mumble to herself, “Any minute now…”

“Uh… Any minute now, what?”

Rainbow turned with a start. “Huh? Oh! Uh… Nothing!” She frowned. “Have you guys noticed how quiet it’s gotten? I mean, it’s still early, right?”

Rarity calmly smiled, a natural pro when it came to hiding her true intentions. “Of course it’s quiet. Ponies can’t talk while they’re eating those fabulous cookies!”

Rainbow immediately brightened up. “You think?”

Her friend’s mood swings made it harder for her to hold her own chuckles in. “Of course. They’re all probably in a cookie-coma right now…”

The floating pony nodded her head. “Huh… Maybe you’re right. I’ll go check!” The pegasus was gone in the blink of an eye, already peering into windows to see if her prank had gone off without a hitch.

Applejack rolled her eyes. “You know, you’d think she’d be a bit better at hiding the fact that somethin’s up.”

Rarity daintily giggled into a hoof. “Oh, you know her. When she gets excited, she really gets excited.”

The two older ponies shared a laugh at their friend’s expense, giving the three younger ones behind them a moment to talk amongst themselves. “Well, ah’d say we did pretty good today, girls!”, said Applebloom with an ear-to-ear grin.

Sweetie Belle hopped in place. “Yeah! And who knew selling cookies instead of eating them would be so fun!”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes at her friend’s excitement but shared in their happiness. “Yeah, it was pretty fun, wasn’t it?” She turned around, eyes immediately falling on a house just on the outskirts of Ponyville proper. “Hey, did we hit that house there yet?”

Applebloom followed her friend’s pointing hoof to a regular, run-of-the-mill house just a short walk away. “Uh… No, I don’t think so.”

Sweetie, after seeing the house her friends were talking about, had begun to rub her chin in thought. “Hmm…” A light bulb lit inside her head. “Oh! That’s Rumble’s house! You know, from school?”

Scootaloo smiled. “Oh yeah, Rumble! We’ve hung out a couple times at the playground. He’s pretty cool!”

Applebloom hopped in place. “Well, then let’s see if he wants to buy any cookies!” She rushed up behind her sister and lightly tugged on her tail. “Hey, sis?”

Applejack turned towards her sister as Rarity continued to watch their cerulean friend bounce from house to house. “Yeah, ‘Bloom?”

She pointed towards the house down the street. “We’re gonna head over there and see if we can’t sell a few more boxes ‘fore packing up. That okay?”

Applejack nodded and waved her off. “Yeah yeah… Just make sure to head straight back here when you’re done.”

Applebloom smiled and gave her sister a quick hug. “Thanks, sis!” With that, the bow-wearing filly rushed over to her friends who then, as one three-filly group, charged across the street towards their school friend's home.

Thunderlane’s ears perked up as he heard a series of knocks at his door. ‘Hmm?’ He glanced up at the clock. ‘Who could that be at this hour?’ He frowned and rolled his eyes. ‘Better not be somepony from the weather team here to tell me they can’t make it in tomorrow…’ A sharp pain raced up his wing as he thought about work earlier in the day. ‘I don’t think I can take another double shift…’

He wearily made it to his door and, just as a second of series of knocks finished, begrudgingly opened the door. “Hey, look, I don’t think I can- oh!” His face immediately brightened as he saw who it was. Or, when he saw who it wasn’t. ‘Oh thank Celestia…’

“Hey, girls! What are the three of you up to this late?”

Applebloom pointed to her uniform as Scootaloo lifted a box of cookies into the air, a well-practiced routine the three had used throughout the day. “Hello, Mr. Thunderlane. We’re here to see if you’d like some Filly-scout cookies!”

Sweetie Belle, who was supposed to inform the customer of the low, low price of their goods, jumped up into the air instead. “Yeah! And we’d like to talk with Rumble for a minute!”

Thunderlane had been looking the vaguely familiar unicorn up and down, but as soon as he heard her voice crack in excitement she realized who she was. ‘Ah, this must be Sweetie Belle, that school-filly Rumble’s got a crush on!’ He smirked. ‘Well, wouldn’t want him to find out that I’d kept him from “the love of his life”!’

Thunderlane chuckled to himself. “Oh, well come right in! And, just for being so professional, “ - He winked at Sweetie Belle - “I’ll take two boxes!”

Scootaloo smiled and rolled her eyes as Sweetie blushed in embarrassment. “Great! That’ll be four bits.”

Thunderlane nodded and stepped aside to let the three fillies inside his home. “Okay, just leave them on the kitchen counter. Let me just grab some bits and I’ll be sure to pay you before you three head back out.”Without another word, all three fillies rushed into his living room and, after placing two boxes of cookies on the counter like he had asked, began searching around the room for the elusive colt like a group of treasure-hunters. Thunderlane rolled his eyes and chuckled. “He’s up in his room doing some homework.”

That was the last he saw of the three fillies, for as soon as the words had left his mouth they were gone in a flash of yellow, white and orange.

Thunderlane sighed, happily. “Ah, to be a young colt again…” He shook his head and, after casually closing his door to keep the chillier night air out, walked from his living room into the kitchen and counted out some bits from a small tin he kept on the counter. Placing the bits next to the boxes, he caught a whiff of the baked goods held within and, feeling his stomach give out a hungry grumble of desire, decided that there was no time like the present to sample his newest acquisition.

The cookies weren’t very large, what with them being Filly Scout cookies and all, so Thunderlane popped one into his mouth and began happily munching his treat with delight. The sugary circles were absolutely delicious! Sweet enough to fill his mind with bliss but not overbearing enough to make him feel like he had to immediately go out for a fly around Ponyville to burn off some excess calories.

Of course, when it came to such tasty treats you couldn’t have just one, and as Thunderlane devoured his second cookie of the night a thunder-like rumble came charging down his stairs. The three fillies had apparently found his little brother, and now the four of them were all giggles as they joined him in the kitchen.

“Hey, bro?” Rumble looked up at him with wide, puppy-dog eyes. “The girls said you bought some cookies from them.” He looked down at the floor and sheepishly ground a hoof into the tile. “Can I have some?”

Thunderlane knew that, with how late it was, he really shouldn’t let his brother get amped up on a sugar high. But, seeing as his own lips were now graced with a splattering of cookie crumbs, he decided to forgo hypocrisy and nodded his head. “Yeah, sure!” He gave the colt a firm hoof point. “But just one! Tonight’s a school night, and you’ll need a good night’s rest for that flight test you have in the morning.”

Rumble slumped somewhat. “Okay okay, only one…”

Thunderlane nodded. “Good. Now, I’m going to…” He paused upon noticing that the colt had stopped listening to him, apparently more interested in talking with the three fillies about random subjects than listening to his older brother drawl on about rules and the like.

He rolled his eyes and walked towards the living room, but just as his foot went from cool tile to plush carpeting he heard Rumble trying to talk around a mouthful of cookie. “Ugh, Rumble…” He turned around with a stern look on his face. “What do I always tell you about talking with… your…”

Thunderlane froze. For some inexplicable reason, his eyes had been forcibly drawn to the three shapely filly-rears in front of him like metal to a magnet. Each dough-looking piece of plot was perfectly framed by the tight-fitting Filly Scout uniforms they wore, and Thunderlane felt a sudden urge to just shove his face between them and-

‘Whoa! What the hay!’ He shook his head to break eye-contact with the trio of filly-butts. ‘What in Celestia’s name was THAT about? I’m not a… not a…’

He paused. An all-consuming warmth was suddenly enveloping him from the waist down and he blushed as he felt his dormant stallionhood start to stir within the cavern of his sheath. ‘That’s strange… I, uh... “took care of myself” just the other day. Why am I so-’

“Uh, big bro? I feel… weird.”

Thunderlane turned towards his brother and immediately felt an ice cold lance of terror shoot up his spine at what he saw. “R-Rumble! What in the hay are you doing!?”

There, sitting with his back leaned against the kitchen counter, was Rumble. Of course, it wasn’t his position that caused Thunderlane’s eyes to grow as wide as saucers. No, it was the fact that his little brother, leaned back and legs spread, had a full-blown erection jutting out from between his legs, one that the three little fillies gathered around him looked at in foalish intrigue.

“Whoa…”, Applebloom said with wide, glimmering eyes. “What is that?”

Sweetie Belle’s entire face scrunched up in thought. “I think… I think that’s called a penis!”

“Bleh!” Scootaloo backed away. “That’s his thingy? It’s so… weird looking!”

Rumble tried to move his leg into a more comfortable position but winced as the soft fur lining the side of his thigh grazed past his rigid member. “Ah! It… It’s really sensitive!”

“Oh?” Applebloom’s face brightened. “What happens if I do this?”

Thunderlane opened his mouth to stop them, but the weak croak that came out was easily drowned out by the sound of flesh slamming into flesh underneath him, a sound that was accompanied by a rush of pleasure that sent him toppling over onto his side. A quick glance between his own legs revealed the cause; His own stallionhood, engorged with more blood that he could ever remember it being, had slapped into his stomach in a blatant display of need. Already he could see a glimmering bead of seed perched on the tip like a well-polished pearl, and even though he knew there were several fillies in the room, not to mention his own brother, all he could think about was beating one off right then and there.

Glancing over and seeing Applebloom stroking his brother’s cock certainly didn’t help things, either.

“Wow…” Applebloom turned towards her fellow crusaders with her mouth hanging agape. “It’s really warm!”

Thunderlane winced as his cock angrily throbbed between his legs. “D-don’t…”

Sweetie Belle hopped in place. “Ooh ooh! Let me touch it!”

Thunderlane turned onto his belly and tried to get his legs underneath him, but the sensation of his super-heated length resting against the cool tiles lining the kitchen floor buckled his knees before he could rise a single inch off the ground. “No, stop-”

His breath hitched in his throat. His heart hammered inside his chest. His cock flexed against his thigh as it was given its first look at three thin, glistening sets of filly-lips as the Crusaders’ tails instinctively rose up into the air.

Sweetie Belle gently tapped the side of Rumble’s shaft, causing it to throb and him to moan as the lightest of touches sent stars haphazardly across his vision. “Wow, you’re right, Applebloom! It really IS warm! And hard, too!”

Applebloom rolled her eyes. “Well, yeah it’s warm. Ain’t that what I told yah? It’s not like ah’d lie about-”

A large shadow coming from behind the Apple-family filly suddenly blotted out the light hanging overhead, shrouding her in darkness as she turned around. Thunderlane, mind surrounded in a dense fog of lust, had found it in himself to stand and, answering the call of nature emanating below his waist, had walked with a purpose behind the young earth pony. His cock, heavy with blood and dripping with pre as it swung back and forth between his legs, hung low enough to almost drag across the ground as he walked. Just beyond that was the heavy globes of his testicles, two onyx-colored spheres weighing down their leathery sack with the untold amounts of seed sloshing around inside their spherical stores.

“Uh…” Applebloom nervously gulped around a lump that had formed in her throat. “M-Mr. Thunderlane? Are you oka-oof!”

With a slight push Thunderlane shoved her onto her back, and before she could even think of standing back up he had already stepped forward to stand above her. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but the incessant throbbing between his legs demanded that he continued. So, with one last step over the filly trapped underneath him, he lined the tip of his cock up with her face and gave his command in a low, gravelly voice.

“Suck.”

Applebloom’s eyes widened. “Wh-what?”

Thunderlane, now panting above her with his eyes half-lidded, didn’t say anything more. Instead, he weakly thrust his hips to tap the wide head of his cock against her lips, smearing a heady line of pre against her face that connected them as he pulled away. Applebloom licked her lips, and whether due to some carnal instinct awakens inside the young filly’s brain or that she just really liked the flavor, she threw caution to the wind and complied.

In a word, it was glorious.

Though she couldn’t get anything but the fat head of his shaft into her mouth, Applebloom more than made up for it with her tongue. She assaulted the flat flare like it was a lollipop, never dragging her tongue the same way across it twice. Thunderlane could feel his knees grow weak from the never-ending assault of pleasure upon his brain, but the rock-solid will of his libido commanded him to keep on standing until he could reach sweet, sweet release.

“Whoa… Look at her go!” Thunderlane moaned as he felt Scootaloo lean between his legs to get a closer look, causing her soft, flowing mane to brush across his low hanging balls. “Can I get a turn?”

Apparently Applebloom wasn’t in the mood for sharing, for the feisty fellating filly suddenly wrapped her hooves around his cock and held it against her chest in the lewdest “mine!” position imaginable. That got a reaction out of Thunderlane, who had to stop himself from falling down onto Scootaloo lest she get a healthy helping of stallion nuts in her face.

“...”

Actually, that wasn’t that bad of an idea…

Scootaloo humphed underneath Thunderlane. “Tch, fine! I’ll just have to find something else to play with! I don’t need-”

She paused as warm, pliable flesh was suddenly draped over her forehead. “Uh… Dude? What the hay…?”

Thunderlane widened his stance and lowered his hips, moving the heavy sack of his testicles over the filly’s nose. “Lick.”

And lick she did.

One lungful of his potent stallion musk and the filly was gone, lost in a haze as she attacked the hanging orbs with swift strokes of her tongue. Much like her earth pony friend, the pegasus went for speed and power over technique. Not that Thunderlane minded, and as he stood on wobbly legs with two feisty fillies slobbering over his crotch he bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes to prepare himself for the ride ahead.

At least, he would have settled in, if not for the long, drawn out moan that easily overpowered the rhythmic slicks and slops sounds coming from the fillies. It took a moment for him to realize that it wasn’t him who had made the noise, and after remembering that he wasn’t the only male in the room he reopened his eyes and glanced towards his little brother.

Rumble, who was still leaned back against the kitchen counter, now had one rambunctious unicorn between his legs. The colt’s smaller size compared to his brother meant Sweetie was able to take most of his length into her soft lips, and the sensation of having a filly bobbing up and down his cock had clearly done a number on his mind.

The colt’s eyes were wide as he stared blankly towards the living room. Both his hooves were on the back of Sweetie’s head, though they were neither pushing her away or pulling her into his lap. Instead, they simply sat there, as if the feeling of her mane was the only thing anchoring him to this world.

Thunderlane grit his teeth at a particularly pleasant tongue drag across his flare, and as Scootaloo began to gently nip at his sack with her teeth he felt his balls pull up in preparation for the orgasm of his life. He began moaning at the end of each of his panting breaths, hips starting to thrust on autopilot as the idea of filling that filly mouth with stallion cream brought him closer and closer to climax…

And closer…

And closer…

And closer…

Thunderlane began to panic. Why couldn’t he finish? There was nothing more he wanted to do at that very moment then paint the filly’s face white, to coat that cute little bow in her hair with a thick, gooey blast of cum. But no matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he begged, his climax would just not come.

‘The cookies…’ He thought in a haze of lust. ‘I need another cookie…’

Without paying any heed to the two fillies underneath him, Thunderlane marched forward towards the counter, tearing both Applebloom and Scootaloo away from their treats as he grabbed another one of his own. He engulfed the baked good in the blink of an eye, and after ravaging a second one just in case he turned towards his prey and stalked the like a predator on the hunt.

Applebloom wasn’t paying attention, for the filly was too fascinated with swirling around the salty-sweet pre she had milked from Thunderlane’s balls to care. With an audible gulp she swallowed it down, giving out a refreshed “Ah!” like she had taken a big gulp of apple juice afterward.

“Wow-wee! That was something else!” She grimaced as she smacked her lips together. “Kinda leaves a bad aftertaste, though… Hmm…” She turned towards Thunderlane, who had snuck up to within a couple feet behind her in his quest for release. “Mr. Thunderlane? Can I please have a cookie? Just so I don’t have the taste of yah thingy in mah mouth.”

Thunderlane barely registered what she said. But, her request did give him an idea. “Sure…”

Applebloom beamed up at him. “Thanks! Ah re-eeaoh!”

Without warning, Thunderlane scooped the small filly up with one of his wings and deposited her onto the counter next to the small, green box of cookies. A second yelp soon followed, and before Applebloom could figure out what was going on Scootaloo was suddenly dumped right on top of her, putting the two fillies belly to belly with a very hungry looking stallion by their hind hooves.

Applebloom and Scootaloo’s eyes met, their noses less than an inch apart. “Uhhh…” Applebloom glanced to her left and, seeing the box of cookies, reached out and grabbed two of the small, confectionary delights. “Want a cookie?”

Scootaloo sheepishly rubbed the back of her head. “Uhm, suuure…”

The two fillies wolfed down their respective cookies, just in time for two large, black hooves to land on the counter on either side of their heads as Thunderlane reared up against them. With most ponies using their mouths to grab things, the kitchen counter was just barely tall enough to reach Thunderlane’s chest which meant that, when he stood up on two legs, his cock swung into position above it. Knowing that he would never fit in either juicy pairs of filly lips now presented before him on the counter like a pair of juicy watermelon slices, he had settled for the next best thing.

One stallion-cock sandwich with two pieces of filly bread coming right up!

The mix of spit on his cock and succulent juices running down the fillies’ thighs was more than enough lubricant for his first thrust, and as he felt the sensitive head of his cock push past the soft fur of their stomachs to poke out by their chins he tilted his head back and let out a bellowing moan.

Time became nothing to the stallion as he began to shove his cock back and forth between the fillies like they were a mare begging to be bred. The sensation of having two plump sets of filly-lips hugging the sides of his cock was mind-boggling, and as the two Crusaders provided him with more and more of their natural lubricant he found himself picking up the pace with his thrusts. The fillies were having a pleasant time as well, moaning and writhing against him each time the bulge of his medial ring flicked their winking clits in passing.

Thunderlane instinctively spread his hind legs as he felt somepony poking around his crotch. He had nearly forgotten about Sweetie Belle, what with her seemingly content with sucking off his brother, but now that the filly had shoved her muzzle against the crevice between his balls he certainly remembered her. In fact, as he felt her slam into his balls like a pendulum and heard the tale-tell smacking noise of two fucking ponies behind him, it appeared that his brother didn’t want to be forgotten, either.

The thought that his little brother was rutting some filly’s brains out as the same filly gargled around his nuts sent a pang of pleasure racing up Thunderlane’s spine, but it was the blissful cries of the two fillies on the counter that really got him going. The constant grinding of his cock against their clits had finally brought the young ones to orgasm, and as their lips fluttered against his shaft to thoroughly coat his cock in their juices he realized he wouldn’t be that far behind.

With one, two, three final thrusts between the two fillies Thunderlane’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and his balls, still being lavished by the ravished unicorn between his legs, pulled up towards his body and began to unleash ragnarok onto the Crusaders. Liter after liter of thick, gooey stallion semen launched from the tip of his cock-turned-cannon, splattering across both fillies’ chests, chins, and faces as they continued writhing with their own climax-induced spasms. It felt like his orgasm would never end, and it was so intense that he actually felt a slight pang of pain each time his shaft expanded to deposit another dollop of cream onto their bodies.

A filly-like squeal muffled by the fatty flesh of his balls signaled Sweetie joining in on the orgasm-party, and just a moment after that came the colt-like groan of Rumble. Thunderlane’s cock lurched inside its filly-prison at the thought of his little brother dumping his seed into Sweetie’s cunt, and as their fur grazed his over-sensitized stallionhood darkness overtook him.

Applejack impatiently tapped her hoof against the ground, worry clearly written across her face as she waited for the Crusaders to return. “What in tarnation is takin’ them so long? Ah told them to make it quick, for pete’s sake!”

Rarity impatiently tapped her hoof against the ground, worry clearly written across her face as she waited for Rainbow’s punishment-prank to begin. “I’m more worried about Rainbow! I haven't seen her in ages! I’m sure we can trust this Thunderlane character with the girls, but if the prank doesn’t start soon I’m not so sure that it ever will!”

Applejack sighed and rubbed the back of her head. “Yeah… I guess I should trust them girls. They are gettin’ a bit older now…” She joined Rarity in looking at Ponyville. “Where’s the last place you saw Rainbow?”

Rarity pointed towards a familiar building in the distance. “Last I saw, she was headed for Suguarcube Corner…”

Rainbow nervously chuckled as her back hit the counter. “Heh-heh… Uh, if this is some kind of prank to get back at me, can we just skip to the ‘I’ve learned my lesson’ part? You’re kind of freaking me out, Pinks…”

The pink mare, apparently in a daze, continued to walk towards her. “Puuusssyyy…”

Rainbow let out a very filly-like shriek as Pinkie lunged between her legs and shoved her muzzle against her marehood. As the zombie-like pony began eating her out, there was only one thought on her mind.

Maybe she had put TOO much of that aphrodisiac into the cookies...

Author's Notes:

Another week, another clopshot! This time with a heaping helping of delicious, mouth-watering, oh so tasty cookies.

In other news, it seems like the break in MLP episodes I thought was going to happen on the 29th might not happen. If it doesn't, it looks like there won't be a second break week from here to the end of the season (meaning no Break Week clopshot like I had planned). If so, I'll probably move the "Poll of ideas that finished second" to after season's end as a kind of final hurrah for this conglomeration of cloppy stories. But, other than that, see you guys/gals next week!