With just a few days to go until the Cider Festival, Coral Leaf and the entire Apple family were doing everything they could, to make the week-long event go like clockwork.

Coral's nightly applebucking (along with a little 'help' from Applebloom) had definitely paid off, and given Applejack just what she needed: a little more time to prepare.

With the apples now harvested, most of the activity was centered around the main barn, and farmhouse area.

Applebloom and Granny Smith were still hard at work sorting apples, while Coral assisted Big Mac with making cider.

Though Applebloom claimed she was fine carrying a new load of 'good' apples over to be pressed into cider, it got a little humorous the first few times, seeing her huge breasts engulfing the upper area of the baskets, knocking a few apples onto the ground.

Coral offered to do the carrying for Applebloom, and requested she call him over when a new basket was ready for pressing. Course, it probably didn't help that his chuckling at her previous attempts, had Applebloom calling him over with several false alarms, before Coral decided to just ignore her for a bit.

"Makin' him work for his supper, huh sweetie?" smiled Granny Smith, tossing another apple into the 'good' basket.

"Just tryin' to keep him in shape," smiled Applebloom. "Member, he's not as strong in the legs, as he is up top."

"Hmm, though he's a might bulgy down in the underbrush," said Granny, eyeing Coral's crotch.

"Granny Smith, shame on you," said Applebloom, playfully wagging her finger. "Eyein' Coral like that."

"Aw, I can't let you have all the fun," said Granny. "Oh, Coral! We got another basket fer ya."

"On my way," said Coral, finishing rolling another cider barrel to the stacks, before trotting over.

"Hey, how come you came when Granny Smith called?" asked Applebloom, with a pout on her face.

"Because Granny Smith, doesn't want me to run myself ragged," said Coral, with a smarmy smile on his face. "Which basket, Granny?"

"That one, Coral. Riiiight, behind ya."

"Coral turned away from the two Apples, and proceeded to bend over to pick up the bucket, only to suddenly feel a smack on his hindquarters!

"Hey!" He said, jerking upright, and turning around. "Alright, which of you two did that?"

The only response was Applebloom and Granny Smith, pointing at the other, innocently.

"Guess mischief is hereditary," he said, picking up the basket, while keeping an eye on them. Then, after dropping the apples into the cider press, he headed out the barn door.

Applebloom and Granny shared a little laugh at what had happened.

"Ya sure can be quick when it counts, Granny," said Applebloom.

"Well, y'know," said Granny, looking towards the door, and leaning a ways to her right. "Take it from me: sometimes, it pays to watch yer back."

"Yeah, you got Coral smack in theeeeaaAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!!!"

Applebloom's voice rose to a shriek, as she soon found herself soaking wet from a stream of water hitting her from behind! Turning around, she saw Coral standing near the barn door, with the water hose.

"Coral Leaf!" She screeched, 'bouncing' to her hooves. "Why'd ya do that fer!?"

"Like Granny said, it pays to watch yer back."

Next thing Coral knew, he was running out of the barn laughing, with Applebloom close behind, threatening to 'put a knot in his hose.'

"Well Apples, here's to another great day," said Applejack, raising a toast around the dinner table. "We're almost done sortin,' and Big Mac's pressed enough cider fer 5 days."

"Eeyup," replied Big Mac, proudly.

"However, ah have found something that I failed to take into account, regarding our surplus this year."

"What's that, sis?" asked Applebloom.

"Well, as you know, we can't sell the bruised apples, and we don't use em' in our cider. We usually give em' to the pigs, but this year, we got about 5 times as many bruised apples, as we do pigs! They may be bruised, but ah hate the thought of throwin' out that many apples. Anypony got any suggestions?"

"Well, can't you use the bruised apples for other things?" suggested Coral.

"Like what?' asked Applejack.

"Well, they're still apples. They may be bruised, but they're still good to eat. They just need to be, used in a different-"

"Oh duhh, of course!" said Applebloom, smacking her head. "We can make em into all sorts of other treats and desserts, and sell em next to the stand!"

"We still got a few days," said Coral. "And Applebloom and Granny Smith should be finishing up sorting tomorrow. You could start making, apple pies or fritters tomorrow, and then the two of them could help when they're finished up."

"Well, ah guess that is one way to solve our apple problem," said Applejack. "Glad you got a good head on yer shoulders, Coral. You sure have done a good deal to help out around here. Kinda wish you didn't have to be leavin' after the festival."

"Oh, yeah," said Coral, remembering that he was still little more than the hired help, even if the Apples did treat him like family.

"Well, wait just a minute," interjected Applebloom. "Coral, doesn't have to leave so soon!"

"Applebloom," said Applejack, "the festival is over next we-"

"There's still the zap apples! You know they usually grow and ripen a few weeks after the festival!"

"That is true, Applebloom, but harvestin' zap apples has usually been a family tradition, an-"

"-an because Coral ain't family, he can't participate? The zap apples ain't gonna care who harvests them!"

"Applebloom-"

"Come on, Applejack," said Applebloom, a little whine in her voice. He's been a big help this whole season, on account of, well, how 'big' I've gotten. Cant'cha let him stay on fer a few more weeks?"

"What could it hurt?" chimed in Granny Smith. "Besides, with the way our little Apple's bloomin,' ah think a nice, strong stallion might be just what we need."

Applejack looked around the table, and gave a resigned sigh.

"Alright. Looks like yer stayin' on for a few more weeks, Coral."

"Aw thanks, sis," cried Applebloom, as she reached over and gave Coral a little pat on his hand.

After dinner, Coral and Applebloom strolled out of the farmhouse, towards the orchard. There was still some light in the sky, as the orange of the sunset began to fade to a deep purple.

As they rounded the corner of the barn, and headed towards the south orchard, Coral took Applebloom's hand.

"Guess you got me for a little while longer," said Coral.

"Yeah," said Applebloom, not sounding as cheerful as she had been after the confirmation by her sister.

"Guess I'll get to try Ponyville's famous Apple Family Cider, and some Zap Apple Jam as well."

"...yeah."

"Applebloom, what's wrong?"

"Ah gotcha for a few more weeks," said Applebloom. "And then what? You'll hop on a train, and take off?"

"Applebloom, d-don't do this," said Coral, a knot forming in his stomach. If there was anyone else who didn't want to think too hard about the future, it was him.

"Well, it's just, yer so nice and, and we get along so well and, you and mah friends and we, ah mean, you and I-"

"Applebloom!" Said Coral, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Breathe. Slowly."

Chest to chest, Coral felt her bosom expand and contract a few inches, as she obeyed him. For good measure, he stroked her shoulders slightly.

"Feel better?"

"A little."

"Are you always this excitable?"

"Not when the first somepony ah've ever liked is going away."

"We've still got time," said Coral. "We should enjoy it, while we can...hey, why don't you show me the zap apple trees?"

"There's, really not much to see right now, Coral."

"Well, I can prepare myself. Doesn't it pay to be prepared?"

Yeah. I...I guess."

After snaking a path through the south and east orchards, the two came to an open area, punctuated by a tree or two in various place. Most notable, was a somewhat faded tree house, sitting in the branches of one tree.

"Did that used to be yours?" asked Coral, looking at the structure.

"Sure was," replied Applebloom. "Used to be Applejack's, but she let me, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo have it for our Cutie Mark Crusaders club."

"Yeah, you mentioned that before," noted Coral. "What are the Cutie Mark Crusaders?"

"They're me and mah friends. Y'see, long time ago, we met at a party, and decided to form a group to get our cutie marks. Darn near tried everthin' too."

"Well, from what I saw when we went swimming," said Coral, trying not to sound too cheeky, "I guess you three weren't very successful?"

"Nope," said Applebloom, kicking at a mushy apple on the ground. "We actually ended up startin' some other chapters across Equestria. My cousin Babs Seed in Manehattan helped start a chapter there, and she got her cutie mark."

"Really? What did she get?"

"A pair of scissors."

"Scissors? What does that mean her special talent is?"

"Don't really know. To tell you the truth, it's been awhile since I've talked to her."

"Say, I got a fun idea," said Coral, his eyes on the clubhouse door. "Why don't you show me around inside?"

"You wanna go in? There's not much to see anymore. We kinda, outgrew it awhile ago. Plenty of room for three little fillies, but three grown fillies like us? It gets crowded real quickly."

"Well, what if I wanna join?" Smiled Coral, unbuckling his belt, and pulling down his pants to show his 'flank.' "See? No cutie mark, remember?"

"Put your pants back on," giggled Applebloom. "Maybe some other time. Ah thought you wanted to see the zap apple trees, Mr over-achiever."

Soon afterwards, the two were wandering through the quiet zap apple orchard, with Coral examining the somewhat gnarled trees.

"They don't look like they're close to being ready," he said, peering up into the dark foliage. "I don't see any fruit."

"They don't work the way regular apple trees do," said AB. "They're very special. Granny was the first one in the family to find out bout em, and she's been makin' zap apple jam ever since."

"I'm kind of surprised you don't wait until the zap apples bloom, and try to do a cider and jam fest," replied Coral.

"Guess we just strike while the iron's hot when it comes to cider. Part of the fam'ly tradition. Course, since we don't have as many zap apple trees, there's not as much to make. Even so, we do get a little boost from the jam. Granny made a deal with the family that owns the store Barnyard Bargains ages ago. Since then, the first 100 jars go to them."

"Wasn't that the store we were going to the other week?"

"Yup. Diamond Tiara's great-grandfather made the deal with Granny, and currently, Filthy Rich is upholding it."

"I can't believe your family is somehow doing business with a family that has..well...that 'thing' in it."

"Well, you know how we get a few bad apples here or there? Diamond Tiara's a lot like that. Fortunately, her Dad's pretty nice. Some days, he'll stop on by, and just have a little conversation with Granny."

Suddenly, there was a rumble off in the distance, and slowly, on the horizon, the stars began to disappear.

"Sounds like a storm's coming," said Coral.

"Yeah," replied Applebloom. "We better head back. Maybe we can beat it back to the farm."

A normal stallion and filly would have broken into a fast gallop, but given the hugeness of Coral and Applebloom's "accoutrements," the two attempted a cross between a trot and a gallop, heading back the way they came.

Unfortunately, shortly after they left the zap apple trees, they ran into the storm. Within seconds, they were soaked.

"Darn it," said Applebloom, as they rushed under a nearby tree.

"We could keep going," said Coral, "but by the time we get back to the farm, we'd probably be soaked to the bone."

"Or catch a cold," said Applebloom, rubbing her bare arms. "Last thing we need is somepony gettin' sick right before the Cider Festival. Applejack wouldn't like that one bit."

"If only there was a place nearby we could wait out the rain in," replied Coral, as a flash of lightning lit up the area.

The flash illuminated something nearby, and Applebloom smiled.

"Coral, how'd you like to become an honorary Cutie Mark Crusader?"

A few moments later, the two were squeezing through the small doorway of the former clubhouse.

Inside, cobwebs and some leaves littered the floor. Both Coral and Applebloom had to crouch down, as they were in danger of their heads hitting the ceiling.

An oil lantern hung in a corner, with a podium and some chairs nearby. Several faded posters had fallen onto the floor, the stickiness of their tape long gone.

"Guess it's been awhile," said Coral, as another flash of lightning lit up the room, casting long shadows.

"Ah think there's still a little left in here," said Applebloom, taking down the lantern. Reaching under the podium, she withdrew a small box of matches, and struck one.

A few moments later, the lantern cast a glow around the small space, as the two huddled near it for warmth.

"Kinda hard to believe ah was small enough to walk around in here once," said Applebloom, picking up a piece of paper.

"Hey, looks like I found some blankets," said Coral, pulling out some red fabric pieces from under the podium. "Kind of small, though."

"Oh!" Said Applebloom, taking them from him, with a giggle. "Those aren't blankets. Those are our official Cutie Mark Crusaders capes! See?"

Unfolding the top one, the red cape showed a blue shield with a gold pony on it, and turning it over, the other side was lined with gold silk.

"Did Rarity make those? Looks like her handiwork."

"Believe it or not, Sweetie Belle did. These capes have been through quite a lot. First time we wore em, we almost got turned to stone by a cockatrice-"

"Wait, you encountered a cockatrice? I didn't know they were out here."

"Well, we found it in the Everfree Forest. You see, what happened was-"

And pretty soon, Coral was learning a little more about Applebloom's childhood, as well as her connection to Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. Before long, he was educated about royal weddings, galas, games, princesses, and plenty more.

Even with all her prattling on about her adventures growing up, Applebloom still wasn't able to outlast the storm with her tales, as by the end of her recollections, the pounding of the rain on the roof, sounded like it had increased.

"Guess we'll be here awhile," said Coral. "Geez, I'm still soaked."

"Me too," said Applebloom, rubbing her arms a bit harder.

"Think your sister's out looking for us?"

"Maybe if ah were younger she would be. She shore does care an awful lot bout me and the farm, though when she realized ah was growin' up, she gave me a little more space to be myself."

"Well, by the looks of you, I'd say it was a lot," replied Coral, his eyes darting down to her soaked cleavage.

"Look whose talkin," she said, giving his bulge a playful poke.

"You know what?" Said Coral, suddenly starting to unbutton his shirt, "these need to come off."

"Coral," said AB, as he removed his shirt, and started for his belt buckle. "What're ya doin now?"

"Our clothes aren't getting any drier. Maybe we can hang em up somewhere."

"Well, all we really have are those chairs over by the podium."

"Ok, it's not much, but that should work."

"Ah must be crazy," said Applebloom, beginning to take off her own top, "but at this point, why not? Though, how are we gonna dry off?"

A few moments later, their clothes were hanging over the wooden chairs, while the former CMC capes, were wrapped around the two naked lovers.

"Feeling a little drier?" asked Coral, his stiff member between his body, and Applebloom's back.
"A bit," she said, rubbing her hands together, trying to draw warmth from the small lantern. "Who'd have thought our club stuff would be used like this?"

"Well, you were just little fillies when you started the club," said Coral, giving his rod a playful squish against her back.

"Mmm," said Applebloom, turning away from the fire, her bosom soon resting against his cock. "And now, ah'm not such a little filly, am I?"

"Nope, you're quite a ponderous pony," said Coral, as he felt her buck her hips against him.

"And yer just a super-sized stallion," she cooed, her hands reaching under her bosom, trying to grasp his stallionhood. "Say, did you get, bigger recently?"

"Maybe," said Coral.

"Ah think you did. Ah member when we were limboing, Sweetie had her hands all the way around yer, thingie, but ah can't even do that."

"Let's take a look," said Coral, and took off their 'covers.'

Sitting upright on the floor of the clubhouse, his cock rose higher than his head by half-a-foot! Applebloom, on her knees, moved forward, her own accoutrements squishing like warm bread dough around part of his towering rod, as she tried to get her hands around it.

"Ah was right!" she said. "See? Ah should be able to touch fingers, but there's a gap. And, it looks like yer, tip's bigger too."

In the light of the lantern, the firm dome of his penis shone like a helmet.

"Guess I've been a bit too busy to notice," said Coral.

"Guess I'll have to encircle it another way," teased Applebloom.

"And how will you do that?" asked Coral, when suddenly, he felt her enormous bosom squeezing around his penis!

"Ohhh!" he suddenly cried out, as a naughty smile spread across Applebloom's lips.

"What's that, Coral?" she asked, giving him another squeeze.

The only thing Coral could mutter was a wavering moan.

"Well, ah guess ah found yer weak spot," she giggled. "A coupla squeezes, and yer speechless!"

The lantern-light flickered on the couple, as Applebloom continued to tit-fuck Coral. After shaking her huge bosom, she also ran her tits up and down his shaft, which made him breath harder, and brought a tingling sensation through her body as well.

Coral just leaned back, his balls squished between his thighs, as he savored the sensation of this cute farm girl, pleasuring him with her own body.

Suddenly, his eyes fluttered open, as he felt something wet on the tip of his penis. Looking up, he saw Applebloom's lips against part of the bulbous tip, kissing and licking it.

"Hey, big boobs," he chuckled. "Lover boy's lips are down here."

"Well I'm sorry, colossal Coral," she pouted. "But your friend here, is closer. So, he gets all my attention."

"Oh, really?" smirked Coral, eyeing her darkly-golden nipples. "Well if that's the case, I think I'm gonna have a little chat with one of your girls here."

"Girls?" asked Applebloom before she suddenly felt Coral's hands puckering her left nipple, and his mouth engulfing it!

"Ahhhh," she stuttered, as he slurped and suckled on her.

Almost as a sensual 'combat' to his sucking, Applebloom squished her boobs together harder, adding more sensual pleasure and pressure to the huge hard-on. Leaning forward, she started to lick and suck along the upper tip, taking long, drawn out suckles, and smacking her lips.

Coral sucked long and hard on her nipple, pulling and pushing against AB's left yellow globe, as their muffled moans seemed to almost drown out the sounds of the storm-

"Applebloom! Coral Leaf!"

The voice in the rain caused them to suddenly stop! After an awkward untangling, they hit the floor, and Applebloom turned down the light of the lantern.

Coral slowly inched his way over to the window, where he saw somepony with a lantern, holding an umbrella.

"Are ya round here?" came a familiar voice, cutting through the rain.

"It's Applejack," said Coral, turning back to AB, who had taken one of the CMC cloaks, and was covering herself with it.

"Aww, fooey," said Applebloom. "And just when things were gettin' good."

"Guess we'll have to continue another time," said Coral, crawling over to the chairs, and tossing Applebloom her clothes. "Last thing we want is to rile your sister up."

"Ah know," said Applebloom, beginning to put her panties back on. "You've proven your worth as a hired hand on the farm, but ah don't think she'd be happy to find us in here, like...this."

Pretty soon, the two were dressed, and AB turned off the lantern, placing it back on it's hook. Opening the door, they saw AJ, not but 15 ft from the clubhouse door.

"Up here, sis!" called out Applebloom, as another flash of lightning cut through the sky. "Boy, we're sure glad to see you!"

Fortunately, Applejack had brought a few umbrellas along, and Coral and Applebloom took them, as the trio headed back to the farm.

When Applejack questioned what they were doing so far from the main house, Applebloom explained that Coral was just curious about the zap apple trees, and had also become curious about the clubhouse.

"And then, next thing we knew, it was pourin' buckets, and we were soaked," said AB. "Fortunately, we got into the clubhouse in good time. There was still some oil in the lamp, so we huddled around it to get dry."

"Well, ah'm sure glad ah found you two when ah did," said Applejack. "Last thing ah need is a couple of sick ponies when cider festival hits."

"We know," said Apple and Coral in unison, before suddenly realizing it.

Applejack just chuckled, as they made their way back to the house.

Being caught in the rain (along with the added fun in the clubhouse) had worn out AB and Coral, by the time they got back.

Everyone else was already asleep, as Applejack removed her rain gear, and cautioned them to be quiet.

"You two can sleep in a bit tomorrow," she said. "But remember, we got just two days til' the festival."

"Got it," said Coral, as they headed upstairs, following behind her.

"Get to bed fast, y'hear?" said Applejack, as she closed her bedroom door, "Night."

"Night," chimed back the two.

Applebloom headed to the bathroom, as Coral headed to his door.

"Yer not gonna clean up?" she asked.

"I think I got pretty clean earlier," he smiled. "Maybe it was Luna, getting me back for spritzing you earlier today."

Applebloom stifled a little giggle at this.

"Maybe," she said. "Maybe Celestia saw, and reported to her bout it. Downpour did seem to come outta-"

*creak*

"Hey! Ah said get to bed fast!" whispered AJ, peeking out of her door.

And that was that.

Applebloom headed quickly into the bathroom, and Coral into his room. However, before he went to bed, he reached under his pillow, and pulled out a book.
It wasn't that big, and looked pretty old. On the cover, was the title: "So you have two left hooves."

As he worked his way through another chapter, Coral's free hand began snaking it's way down towards his distended crotch. However, as his hand rubbed over one of the pant's belt loops, he suddenly stopped, as he realized something.

Oh no, he thought, looking down at his pants. I left my belt in the clubhouse!

The next morning, Applebloom and Coral woke up around 9.

The house was pretty much deserted by the time the two had woken up, so seeing the rest of the family out by the barn, the two partook in a little roleplaying.

"Good morning, Applebloom," said Coral, walking over to her and giving her a kiss. "You look fuller this morning."

"Why thank you, Coral," she smiled back. "Ah think ah gained a gallon or two last night while sleepin."

"Well, what are you waiting for?" asked Coral, going to a cupboard and removing a glass. "The stallion of the house needs his nutrients."

"Of course, darling," said Applebloom, unbuttoning her shirt, and pulling her left breast out of her bra. "Just say when."

Coral and her had another giggle as she pretended to fill up his glass, and he took a long, satisfying gulp.

"Honey, that was extra-delicious," he said, pretend-wiping his mouth with the back of his arm.

After awhile, they got down to business and had some eggs and toast (along with some cow's milk in the fridge), before setting out to the barn.

Applejack was already sorting apples with Granny, but once AB appeared, she returned to the kitchen, working on making a number of apple-tastic treats for the festival.

Coral, feeling a bit energized from his time with Applebloom the night before (as well as his little morning play-session), seemed to have a little more energy, and became the proverbial "workhorse" of the family.

Quickly, he worked out a way to efficiently bring in buckets of the bruised apples for baking, then returned to the barn to shift buckets of good apples to be pressed for cider, and rushed over to seal and roll barrels of the finished beverage, to their designated area in the barn.

Needless to say, after an hour's time, he was a bit tired, but during that time, Granny and Applebloom finished up their sorting, and headed into the house to help Applejack.

This left Coral to work with Big Mac, getting more barrels of cider ready.

Coral had just finished putting a barrel away, when something familiar and squishy hit his back, and two white arms encircled him.

"Attack hug!!"

Unlike the last time she had pulled this trick, Coral fought back, reaching back and tickling Sweetie Belle's ribs, bringing forth fits of giggling, and causing her to let go.

"Aha, the belle has a weak spot," he said, whirling around as she and Scootalo backed off. "Big Mac, why didn't you warn me? You think I like them sneaking up on me like that?"

"Eeyup," said Big Mac, giving him a smile.

"Well, anyway, what's up?" asked Coral, shifting his pants a bit.

"More good news," said Sweetie. "Rarity finished our outfits for the barn dance, and we can pick them up! I came by to tell you and Applebloom."

"Well, we're a little busy, but I think we can spare some time. Right, Big Mac?"

"Eeyup."

And so, once again, the little group made their way to Ponyville, on another rendezvous with Rarity.

"Guess we're lucky Rarity doesn't have any big clients asking for her help at the moment," said Coral. "Bet we'd have to wait about 3 weeks normally."

"Rarity said she's just been so, 'inspired' by you two," said Sweetie, flouncing her hair like her older sister. "Given that you two are...y'know."

"Sweetie Belle," said Applebloom, "you didn't tell her about us-"

"No, I'm not crazy," said Sweetie.

"Just annoying sometimes," noted Coral, as the white filly tried to reach out and tickle him.

"Besides," said Sweetie, turning back to Applebloom. "What's wrong with telling her?"

"Oh, well," said Applebloom, scrunching up her face. "Because Rarity could tell Applejack about me and Coral."

"Whoa who whoa, you haven't told your sister?"

"Well, not yet. And, given how much has been goin' on, ah don't think she's noticed anything."

"So, when are you going to tell her?"

"Soon," said Applebloom.

"How soon is soon?"

"Just...soon, okay?" said Applebloom, a tinge of annoyance in her voice.

"Oh, hey girls," said Coral, trying to change the subject. "On the way back, we need to stop by your clubhouse."

"The...clubhouse?" asked Scootaloo. "What do you need there?"

"Oh," said Applebloom, eager to help steer the subject away from secret make-out sessions. "Ah was showing Coral the zap apple orchard last night, and we got caught in that rain storm."

"Hmm, and you two ended up in the clubhouse...alone?"

"Well, we didn't want to stay out in the rain and catch cold," said Coral. "So, Applebloom showed me inside. I guess I must have left my belt there-"

"Your belt?" asked Sweetie. "Why are you missing your belt?"

"Well, I, had to take it off," said Coral. "To, defend Applebloom."

"Oh, really?" said Scootaloo, crossing her arms. "From what?"

"From a, a...a cockatease."

"A cockatrice?" asked Sweetie Belle.

"No, a cockatease," corrected Coral, his heart pounding as he started to bullshit like a pro. "It's like a cockatrice, except it's larger, with a big head on it-"

"Yeah," chimed in Applebloom. "An, and it had only one eye. And, veins along the sides of it's neck! Ah'd never seen one before, but Coral knew just what to do."

"Sure did," he replied, laughing inside as she played along. "We've had one or two up in Galloping Gorge. Heck, one almost attacked my Dad, and he told me what to do."

And so, for the rest of the walk into town, Coral regaled Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, about how he had used his belt like a whip, keeping the cockatease from trying to enter the clubhouse.

Applebloom found herself walking behind her friends. Several times, she had to quickly cover her mouth with both hands, to keep from laughing out loud.

"Wow," said Sweetie Belle, as Coral finished his story. "I was right Applebloom. You got real lucky finding this one."

"*snicker* I know," said Applebloom.

"Are, you ok?"

"Yeah yeah, just a sneeze."

"But what happens if you don't have a belt?" asked Scootaloo.

"Well, my Mom actually found another alternative to stopping a cockatease," said Coral, as they arrived on the outskirts of Ponyville. "Say you're camping, and a cockatease sneaks into your tent? Well, the easiest solution, is to take two firm pillows, and smother it up to it's head. Word is, it'll become disoriented."

"I'll bet," sniggered Applebloom again, still enjoying him playing with her friends.

"Well well, look who decided to cross our paths today," came a familiar, snarky voice.

Sure enough, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon soon came into view in front of the group.

"Oh my goodness Di, looks like the Apple's hired hand caught whatever is affecting Appleboobs," said Silver, pointing to Coral's crotch.

"You should really get that looked at," said Diamond. "Otherwise, no normal filly will be able to handle you...or love you."

"Come on, Coral," said Applebloom, putting a hand on his shoulder, "let's take another way to Rarity's."

"No," said Coral, shrugging off her hand, and walking over to the two smirking fillies.

"Oh look, here comes big balls," giggled Silver.

"There's something I've been wanting to ask you two...things, for awhile," said Coral, his hands on his hips. "You seem to serve little other purpose around here, but to judge everypony except yourselves."

"Well, that's quite a mouthful," said Diamond. "Why don't you try talking like a normal pony?"

"Well, this is normal for me," said Coral. "Guess you two aren't as smart as you think you are. Maybe you two should consider donating to the library fund we're setting up at the Cider Festival. I think it's time Ponyville got a new library."

"Pfft, a library fund?" scoffed Silver Spoon. "Twilight Sparkle's got plenty of books in her castle we'll never read. Why waste money on a new building that noone will go to?"

"You know what?" said Coral, getting a little tired of her attitude. "Libraries can serve a good purpose. I didn't have one growing up where I lived. I had to rely on my Aunt in Manehattan sending me books to read."

"Well, boo-hoo-hoo," mocked Diamond Tiara. "You grew up without a library? Big deal. You know what you should have asked your Aunt in Manehattan to send? Some fashionable clothes, and a train ticket."

"I can't believe this!" said Coral. "The Apples and I are considering something for your community, and you don't give a flying feather on how it could affect everypony? How can you two be so obtuse?"

"Uh, whuh?" asked Silver. "What did you call us?"

"Obtuse," said Coral, a sliver of a smile crossing his muzzle. "You mean, you sophisticated and cultured young fillies, never heard of the word 'obtuse' before?"

"W-we've heard it before," spouted Diamond. "Just, just not with that lame accent of yours."

"Oh, really?" asked Coral, crossing his arms, and the smile on his face growing. "Then what does it mean?"

"It-well-I-we know what it means! Why don't YOU tell US what it means?"

"No need to," said Coral. "I think my work here is done."

And with that, he headed back to the girls, and they continued on their way.

"Y-yeah, that's just what we thought," came Silver's voice from behind them. "You're the ones who are 'ock-chews!'"

Once they were out of earshot, Applebloom took Coral's hand, and Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle crowded in on the couple.

"Whoa, you sure put them in their place," said Scootaloo. "It's always fun to see those two flustered."

"Yeah, yer an even bigger dictionary than Sweetie Belle," said Applebloom, nuzzling Coral's muzzle.

"Hey!" said Sweetie.

"I think she meant it as a compliment," smiled Coral, playfully teasing Sweetie's curly locks with his other hand.

"Well, guess you're off the hook, Applebloom," said Sweetie. "Good thing your boyfriend is such a nice guy."

"Say, Coral," said Applebloom, drawing his attention back to her. "What does that word mean, anyways?"

"Yeah. Might be handy to know in the future," chimed in Scootaloo.

"Well, here's the deal," said Coral, "I'll tell you, Applebloom, and then you can tell the girls."

"Huh? Why not just tell all of us?"

"Because I'm feeling mischievous," he responded.

"Well, go on then," said Applebloom, lowering her ear, "spill it."

Coral cupped a hand over his mouth, and whispered into her ear. After a few moments, Applebloom's hand shot to her mouth, as she suppressed a giggle.

"Eeyup," she said, "that sounds like them alright!"

"Alright alright," said Sweetie, muscling past Coral, and squishing against the side of her friend's bosom. "You've had your boyfriend/girlfriend time, now it's time for your friends to know the juicy details."

Scootaloo also crowded close, and Coral backed off a few feet. A few seconds later, the trio burst out in laughter.

"Coral, I think the Cutie Mark Crusaders just found our new favorite word," giggled Sweetie.

"Definitely suits those two," said Scootaloo.

"Where'd you hear it, anyways?"

"I read it in a book my Aunt sent me," said Coral. "Who knows? Maybe if we manage to raise enough for Ponyville to get a new library, I'll donate my copy."

"Any other good books you can recommend?"

"Plenty," said Coral, as Carousel Boutique came into view. "Most I'm sure, those two 'things' would never consider."

"Well, Maybe we'll get lucky, and the cockatease will get them," said Sweetie.

A few moments later, she and Scootaloo were surprised when Applebloom and Coral burst out laughing!

"It wasn't that funny, you two."

The group's visit to Carousel Boutique was another exciting one, courtesy of Rarity.

As promised, she had made each of them specially-themed outfits for the barn dance. However, she giddily explained that she wanted each of them to be fitted and double-checked separately.

"I know you all are good friends," she said, "but I want to give you each a little something extra to talk about at the dance."

Of course, the group reluctantly gave in to Rarity's wishes, and they headed up to the guest bedroom, to be called down, one at a time.

Applebloom went down first, so Coral, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle were left alone.

Maybe it was upholding the promise they had made with him the last time they were in the room, but the two behaved themselves, and Coral was less abrasive towards them this time.

Coral also used the time to show the photo albums he had found the last time he was in the room (when the girls had been trying on their swimsuits downstairs), and the girls had some laughs, explaining what was going on in a few pictures.

Eventually, Applebloom returned, and Sweetie Belle went downstairs. She also soon joined in on looking over the pictures.

Finally, it was Coral's turn, and the girls playfully waved goodbye, as he walked down the stairs.

"And now, it's time for the stallion of the hour," said Rarity, as he entered the main room of the boutique.

"Really, Rarity, it's no big deal," he said trying to shrug off her proclamation, but finding her big blue eyes in his face seconds later.

"No-Big-Deal!? Coral darling, you are a handsome, strong, and extremely-well-endowed stallion, who is taking part in a grand attempt to bring further class and refinement to our little corner of Equestria! You have helped our most famous family through a most trying time, and you consider it...NO-BIG-DEAL!!?"

"Well, if you insist," smiled Coral, somewhat gobsmacked at Rarity's speech. "So, um, what do you got for me?"

Coral's fitting went along smoothly, with Rarity claiming that making him his wardrobe a few weeks ago, helped a great deal.

Coral himself was very impressed with what she had made for him. Most surprising was how part of his wardrobe had monogrammed buttons, with his initials on them!

Talk about fancy, he thought to himself, looking at the cursive "C" and "L" on the small metal circles.

Coral admitted that the pants with his new outfit did feel a bit tighter than usual, and Rarity was able to do a commendable rush job, adding some extra room for his cock and balls to feel a bit more relaxed.

Finally, she boxed up his clothing, and placed it in a special bag. Each of the girls had the same done for their dresses, and Rarity had personally written their names on each bag.

Coral called the three down, and each girl picked up their bags.

"Ooo, I can't wait to see you four there," said Rarity, giving each of them a hug. "I've got my own ensemble I am dying to show, but, I want it to be a surprise too. Plus, you'll be delighted to hear that I've sent a number of my clients invitations to the event, and many have said they will be glad to attend! Plus, I know a few from Canterlot who have some very, very deep pockets, and I think they'll help make this fundraiser, a smashing success!"

As Rarity waved them out the door, the group was all smiles at the news they had just heard.

"This is perfect!" said Sweetie. "Looks like we're going to have that new library after all, Coral."

"Yeah," said Scootaloo. "Wonder what it'll look like. Think maybe they'll make it like the Golden Oak?"

"Might be best if it had it's own unique look," said Coral. "From that memorial I saw, the former library was one-of-a-kind."

"Yeah, and we had some nice memories there, too," chimed in Applebloom. "Oh, speaking of memories, we still need to get your belt, Coral."

"Oh right, almost forgot about that," he replied, sneaking her a hidden wink.

"Maybe we should come too," said Scootaloo.

"Yeah, in case the cockatease shows up again," said Sweetie Belle. "Maybe with enough of us there, we could distract it if it shows up again."

"I don't think that'll be a problem," said Coral, looking a little sad.

The group took the path out of Ponyville, that led past the swimming hole, and eventually up to the clubhouse.

Coral did have a little fun, playing the 'brave explorer,' creeping around the clubhouse to be sure there were no 'cockateases' to be found.

Retrieving his belt (and the mission now over), Sweetie and Scootaloo headed back to town, while Coral and Applebloom made their way back through the orchards.

"Bet that ol' cockatease was wantin' ta git loose," teased Applebloom, as they walked through the rows of picked appletrees, hand-in-hand.

"I wouldn't be surprised if it was," said Coral, giving her hand a squeeze.

"Y'know," she said, her orange eyes innocently darting around, "my family's all busy up at the house, and all the apples have been picked..."

"You naughty little apple," said Coral, wagging a finger.

"Oh, ah'm not so little anymore," she said, pirouetting on her left hoof, and smooshing her huge bosom against him. "Now, where were we the other night?"

And in a matter of minutes, the clothing bags from Rarity's were against a tree, and Applebloom found herself on the ground, her dress and bra in a pile a few feet away.

Coral meanwhile, had thrown off his belt, and removed his pants and underwear, naked from the waist down, with his enlarged equipment hanging out.

"Come on, Coral Leaf," she said, smooshing her huge knockers together. "Ah'm ready."

And so was he.

Coral was incredibly hard, as he pushed his cock between Applebloom's massive breasts, his enormous sack brushing against her belly.

"Mmmmm!" She cried, biting her lip. "You seem even bigger today!"

"So do you," he said, leaning over, as his hands rubbed against her huge, darkened nipples.

"Make me feel it, Coral," she said, as the tip of his enormous penis poked through her swollen spheres. "Make me feel good."

Obeying her command, Coral bucked his hips back-and-forth, his massive member tingling in pure pleasure, as the fleshy walls of Applebloom's massive mammaries made him breathe even harder.

Applebloom breathed faster, caught up in the sensation, as the bulbous head of Coral's penis poked in and out between her cleavage, like a turtle's head from a shell.

"Oooohh, sweet Celestia," she cried, "soooo, biig!"
Suddenly, Coral felt her hands, reach beneath her protruding pontoons, and grab at his sack!

"Mmmm, more, more!" she wailed. "Sweet Celestia, more!!"

Coral's breathing increased, as well as his pumping against the golden filly! Her pink bow bobbed faster, and her red bangs had fallen away from her face.

Down below, Applebloom's hands were still fondling and rubbing against his massive sack. Coral attempted to return the favor, and plunged his hands into the enormous sides of Applebloom's bosom!
He was like a machine, pumping his cock in and out of her cleavage like a piston, and his arms squishing and squeezing her bosom against it, like some erotic bellows.

"Ooohhh," he moaned aloud. "I love you, Applebloom!"

"Ah-oh Celestia-love you, Coral," she reciprocated, as suddenly, both seemed to pause, and a feeling of tingling elation seemed to pass through their bodies.

Still breathing heavily, Coral parted her cleavage, and his penis sprang up...looking a bit bigger than before!

Dismounting from her belly, he lay beside her, as she rolled over, and looked him in the eye, her hands giving his still erect member a playful rub.

"Hey, stud," she giggled.

"Yeah, beautiful?" he responded, cheekily.

"Is this yer super-sized stallionhood, or are ya just happy to see me?"

The two lay in the orchard for a bit longer, before deciding to get back to the farm.

However, they did notice a slight unease, trying to get their clothes on. Applebloom felt like her bra had gotten tighter, and Coral could swear that even his specially-made underwear, was a tad constricting.

Even so, they made sure to dust each other off of any dirt or leaves, before heading back to the farm.

They found things just as they left them, with Big Mac still working away at the cider press, and Applejack and Granny Smith making apple confections in the kitchen.

After putting away their new clothing in their respective rooms, they headed downstairs to help out the family.

Applebloom wasn't that much help (given her enormous bosom), but she did what she could to assist her sister and Granny.

Coral meanwhile, was able to provide Big Mac with some much-needed assistance, carrying and stacking barrels of cider. By the looks of things, the festival would go off without a hitch.

After dinner, both Coral and Applebloom told the rest of the family how their day in Ponyville had gone (keeping out the information about "cockateases," Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, as well as their shenanigans deep in the orchard).

When Applebloom mentioned how Rarity had spread word of the dance to some of her wealthier clientele, Applejack let out a loud whoop!

"Hoo-ee!" She cried, slapping her knee. "Thank Celestia for friends like Rarity! Seems this Cider Fest keeps gettin' better n' better."

"Eeyup," chimed in Big Mac.

"I'm glad I could contribute to your community in some way," said Coral. "Of course, I'll probably be off somewhere else, once it's completed."

"Yeah," said Applebloom, looking at him sadly.

"Well, maybe you could come back n' see it...and us," chimed in Granny.

"Huh?" Came a unified exclamation of shock from Applejack, and Applebloom.

"Why not?" asked Granny. "He's a healthy young fella, helped us out quite a bit, and Applebloom seems to like him."

"Granny," whined Applebloom, her cheeks going red.

"Well, can ah help it if I like a little eye candy out here?"

"Granny Smith," said Coral, feeling his face turning red. "It's really no trouble. Besides, I, I don't even know, where I'll be, in a few weeks."

"Well, if there's one thing ah pride us Apples in, it's downhome hospitality," said Granny.

"Now, hold on a minute Granny," interrupted Applejack. "Coral's just our hired hand, it's not like he's a member of the family or somethin-"

"Well, he sure feels like it," said Granny. "And ah say, if you come on back through later on, we'll try to give you a place to stay if you wanna stop on by."

"Well, I, um, thank you, Granny Smith," said Coral, looking a bit uneasily at Applejack. "I'm very honored you would consider such a gesture towards me."

"Course, if'n the guest room's taken, you kin always shack up with the pigs," said Granny. "They seem to like it out there. Never hear no complaints from em."

Later on that evening, as Coral headed upstairs to change, he saw the bathroom door open a crack. Looking inside, he found Applebloom, brushing her teeth.

"Mind if I come in?"

"Guh aheff," said AB through a mouthful of toothpaste, gesturing for him to sit on the toilet.

"You think Granny Smith knows? About, us?" asked Coral, looking at his bulge perched on the toilet seat.

"Ah think so," said Applebloom, spitting into the sink. "Granny may be old, but she can pick up on a few things. Like the other morning."

"Was that her who slapped my butt?" he smiled.

"Maybe," said Applebloom, before rolling her eyes, "maybe...not?"

"Am I ever going to find out?"

"Nope," said Applebloom, rinsing out her toothbrush. "It'll forever remain a mystery. One you'll agonize over til' yer dyin day."

"Not if I have anything to say about it," said Coral, wiggling his fingers, and angling for her ribs.

*Knock Knock*

"Applebloom?" came Applejack's voice, as the bathroom door opened woder. "Who ya talkin' to-oh, hi Coral."

"Hi," waved Coral, already back to his sitting position. "Did I-we-were we too loud?"

"Nope. Ah just don't usually hear my lil' sister talkin' while she's in the bathroom. So, what're you two agonizing over, Applebloom?"

"Oh, uh, um, well, the amount of books, that'll be in the library" said Applebloom. "Ah figured, maybe it could rival the library in Twilight's castle. D'you think she even knows how many books she has in there, sis?"

"Hard to tell with Twilight," chuckled Applejack. "Sometimes she gets so caught up in her books, I'm surprised she hasn't turned into one."

"Well, there's some really good ones I've read," chimed in Coral. "Maybe I'll make a list of some of the ones I've read, and maybe they'll put them in the new library."

"Doesn't sound like a bad idea," said Applejack, yawning. "Well, ah'm heading off to bed. We got a big day of preparing before the Festival. Ah reckon we'll need as much sleep as we can git, seein' how it's the first time we've done a whole week a this. G'night, you two."

"Night, sis," called out Applebloom.

"Night, Applejack," said Coral, as the sound of AJ's hooves receded, and a door closed.

"Maybe that's my cue to go to bed too," said Applebloom, putting her toothbrush away.

"Can I join?" asked Coral, playfully.

"With mah sister across the hallway? Coral Leaf, you are gettin' naughtier by the day," said Applebloom, playfully wagging a finger at him.

"Just kidding," he said, walking over to her, and gazing into her eyes. "But maybe, we can find some time during the Festival?"

"We'll see," she said, her lips softly kissing his. "We'll see."

After she left, Coral brushed his own teeth, and after washing his face, went to his room.

Sitting down on his bed, he pulled the how-to book out from under his pillo, and gazed over at the wall that separated him, from his special somepony.

Coral let out a sigh, and began to take off his pants, when he suddenly stopped!

Oh, sweet Celestia, he thought, rolling his eyes. I forgot to put my belt back on again!?

Author's Notes:

Well, I have a feeling this chapter may go over a little better than the last few, given some of the content.

Yep, those two crazy kids are gettin' a bit more antsy now that they're secret, special someponies! Though, Coral really needs to stop flinging that belt of his around. Logically, he should just keep it with his pants. :P

This chapter was one where I just started writing, and was amazed where my brain went with it. The bit with the two of them going out to check on the zap apple trees and getting caught in the rain, came completely out of nowhere, and I felt, allowed Coral to know a bit more about AB's past and the clubhouse.

I was a little apprehensive about bringing back Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, but I did like giving Coral a chance to show them up. Them not heeding his talk about them being mean-spirited and rather dim, was similar to some conversations I had in school. I'd try to make some kids see reason, and they just refused to listen. The 'obtuse' talk was also a lot of fun to write. Can anyone recall if anypony in Ponyville on the show has ever used that word?

So far, the 'cockatease' gag is one of my favorites to write. Given how Sweetie and Scoots could get mischievous with him, I felt it was fun to have Coral do the same back to them, and the fun of seeing them believe him.

Getting closer and closer to the Festival. Whose ready for some cider?