With just 24 hours to go before the Apple family's week-long Cider Festival commenced, there was no time to rest up at Sweet Apple Acres.

Applejack, Granny Smith, and Applebloom had their hands full in the kitchen, still baking up a storm with many of the bruised apples from the harvest, being turned into sweet treats for sale.

Meanwhile, Coral Leaf found himself helping Big Mac. With some effort, the two hefted the family's cider stand onto a cart, and took it down to the path leading up to the farm.

Once the stand was in place, and the necessary hoses and pipes had been checked, Coral took up a stack of wooden signs, and headed down the path to Ponyville.

Each sign had a little message, signifying how close the reader was to the cider stand. A few even had some funny messages, to give the reader a little entertainment, as they waited their turn.

Once the final sign was in place near the bridge in Ponyville, Coral was just about to head back when there was a tap on his shoulder.

"Hiya, Coral!"

Coral turned, and got a big mass of pink curls in his face.

"Oh, hi Pinkie Pie," he said, spitting out some pink hair in his mouth.

"Guess yer helping get the signs in place for tomorrow," said Pinkie. "Ooo! I can't wait to taste this year's cider!"

"Well, there's going to be plenty, given the number of barrels I've seen," replied Coral. "Who knows? Maybe there'll be a surplus this year."

"That sounds fine by me," came an unfamiliar voice from nearby.

As Coral and Pinkie turned their attention towards the voice, Coral laid eyes on a blue pony, with a rainbow-colored shock of unkempt hair, and wearing a very familiar-looking flight jacket.

"Dashie!" Cried out Pinkie, forgetting Coral, and bearhugging the surprised pegasus. "I knew you'd show up sooner or later!"

"Heh, you didn't think I'd miss a week-long Ciderfest, didja?" replied the blue pony, giving her hair a shake. "I don't save up my vacation time with the Wonderbolts for nothin. So, whose the newbie?"

Pinkie quickly went to work, bringing Rainbow Dash up-to-speed on what had been going on with Coral and the Apples, while she had been training with the Wonderbolts.

Coral also was surprised to meet Rainbow, whom a few of his cousins had raved about seeing perform at a few shows in northeastern Equestria.

"Yeah well, just keep yer eyes peeled tomorrow," said Dash. "I intend to be customaro, numero, uno!"

"Will do," said Coral, as he watched the rainbow-haired pony streak away. "Say Pinkie, given the Apples and I are going to be busy handling the cider stand, do you have any news on the barn dance this Wednesday?"

"Oh yeah," said Pinkie, a sprinkle of confetti popping from her hair. "I've got it all taken care of. I know Rarity said maybe I should fancy it up a bit, but come on, it's a party! And I am certain, it's gonna be super-duper fun for everyone!"

"Great," he said. "So, any chance you could let me in on what you got planned?"

"Sorry, curious George," said Pinkie. "It's a surprise, and you'll just have to wait like everpony else."

"Well, okay," said Coral, shrugging his shoulders. "Applebloom did said you were full of surprises."

"I also like to be full of cake!" giggled Pinkie.

"I'm sure you do. Well, got the signs done, better head back. Keep telling everypony about the party, okay?"

"Yessiree-bob, Coral," saluted Pinkie, as he headed out of town.

Once Coral got back to the farm, he quickly rejoined the family's final preparations.

Applejack had requested that the cider barrels be checked for any holes or leaks, which soon led to Coral and Big Mac, triple-checking all 200 of them!

Fortunately, all the barrels were in fine shape, and not a drop of cider was found to have been spilled onto the barn floor.

With the cider inspection done, Big Mac locked the barn doors, and the two stallions headed back into the house, which was now filled with the sweet aroma, of all sorts of apple goodies.

Some of them, Coral had never seen before. Seeing him curiously eyeing some apple fries, Applebloom attempted to sneak him a few for tasting, before Granny Smith gave her hand a little whack.

"Them's fer the customers," she scolded. "If you wanna fatten him up Applebloom, you'll have to wait til' after the festival."

Pretty soon, stacks of pies, fritters, and much more, filled the main living room, forcing the family and Coral, to take up refuge in the kitchen.

That evening at dinner, everyone was in good spirits, and eager for the start of the festival.

"Ah wonder how many ponies will show up?" asked Applebloom.

"Ah'm sure we'll have a huge crowd," replied Applejack. "Ah got a good feeling that this year's festival will be full of surprises. We've never been hard-up for return customers, and I'm sure that even with so much cider, many will jump right back in line."

"Pretty sure everpony'll get a drop a cider this year fer shure," commented Granny Smith. "Specially yer friend Rainbow Dash, Applejack."

"Oh, speaking of Rainbow Dash, I met her in town today," said Coral, taking the chance to join in on the conversation.

"Ah figured she'd show up soon enough," chuckled AJ. "Just between us an you Coral..ah think she's got a bit of a cider problem."

"Really?"

"Yup. Used to be she'd be plumb upset to miss out on getting a drop of the stuff some years, but since she's joined the Wonderbolts, I could swear she's used that extra time building up her speed, so she can be first in line."

"She's been first the last five years in a row," said Applebloom to Coral. "Guess you can see tomorrow, if she makes it six."

"She sure did come in handy when we had to deal with them Flim-Flam fellas," said Granny, a disgusted look on her face.

"The who?" asked Coral.

"The Flim-Flam Brothers," said Applejack, taking on a similar look of disgust. "Two of the sleaziest stallions we've ever met."

"Eeyup," nodded Big Mac, his brow furrowing.

And in a short while, Coral was educated on the two opportinistic brothers the family had trifled with in the past. No detail was too small, as the family told of their attempt to run the Apples out of business at cider time, as well as their miracle tonic that they tricked Granny Smith into believing in.

"Well, I'll definitely keep an eye out for those two," said Coral. "Your family is something that I definitely wouldn't want to see broken apart because of those unscrupulous businessponies."

"Uh, scruffy-whut?" asked Granny Smith.

"Unscrupulous, Granny," said Coral. "It's another way of saying they're bad, or not to be trusted."

"Oh, well why didn'tcha just say that in the first place?"

"Coral just likes to use big words, Granny," said Applebloom, playfully rubbing Coral's hoof under the table. "He's very book-smart, thanks to his Aunt in Manehattan. Right, Coral?"

"Oh, it's nothin' special," replied Coral, leaning back in his chair. "So I got a larger-than-normal vocabulary. It's just the result of some vigorous studying, and basic mental capacity skills."

"...now yer just showin' off," smirked Applebloom.

"Well, maybe when Ponyville gets that new library, you and your friends can make some heads whirl around here," he replied. "Speaking of which, I hope those invitations Rarity sent to some of her clients pay off for the barn dance this Wednesday. She seemed pretty excited about it, and I'm glad again you gave over a full day for donations, Applejack."

"Well, ah figure we'll make enough from this harvest, that donatin' to a worthy cause is the least we can do. Ah'm already expecting us to triple what we normally make from past festivals, and us Apples love to give back to our community."

"You said it, sis," replied Applebloom.

"Eeyup," said Big Mac.

"*snore* un-whuh? Oh, here," murmured Granny Smith, resting her head back on the table.

"I'll take that as a yes," smiled Coral.

Once dinner was finished, Coral and Applebloom washed and dried the dishes, before heading outside, with the key to the barn.

"Don't go too far, y'hear?" called out Applejack. "Don't want to have to chase you two down, just in case there's another freak storm a-brewin'."

"It's okay, Applejack," replied Coral. "I'm just gonna show Applebloom the cider in the barn. Call us if you need anything."

As the two turned towards the barn, they exchanged two mischievous smiles, before Coral unlocked the barn doors.

"Sweet Celestia!" gasped Applebloom, surprised at the huge number of barrels contained within! "Ah've never seen so much cider in mah entire life!"

"Yeah. It was quite a chore to stack em," said Coral, closing the door behind him. "Your brother was pretty meticulous."

"Meh-whuh?"

"Meticulous. Means he really knew what to do. I was surprised when it came to stacking these, he actually spoke in whole sentences."

"Hey," said Applebloom, whirling around. "Are you makin' fun of my brother?"

"No. It's just, I hadn't heard him say more than 'eeyup,' or 'nope.' I tried to engage him in the past few weeks, but that was the most he ever said."

"Well, Big Mac can be a bit particular," said Applebloom, examining the stacked barrels. "Usually, he won't say anything, unless he feels it's important. Sis said when she was younger, he was alot more talkative. Course, ah don't recall a thing bout those times."

"Kind of like, your parents?" asked Coral.

"...yeah," said Applebloom, letting out a sigh. "Y'know, it's so strange. Somedays, ah miss em, but, I feel...empty. Like, ah should cry or somethin, but I don't. Do you think there's something wrong with me, for feeling that way?"

"No, I don't think so," said Coral, his hands rubbing her forearms. "I think it's probably because you just didn't know them, the way the rest of your family did."

"You know," she said, "some days, ah wonder what life would have been like, if they were still with us. I've been over to Sweetie Belle's, and she gets along so well with her parents. Coral, do you think they'd have been like that?"

"Well, I can't speak for how Sweetie Belle's parents are," said Coral. "But I think your parents would have been just as supportive and loving to you, as they were to your brother and sister."

"Do you, still think they'd have approved...of us?"

"That's, one question I'd like to know the answer to as well," said Coral, cradling her in the light of the sunset, streaming through the nearby window. "I'd like to think they would. Course, if your Dad was anything like mine, I'd probably be a bit more on edge."

"Oohhh?" asked Applebloom, glancing slyly back at Coral. "Does big ol' Coral Leaf have some more secrets to share with lil' ol' me?"

"Well, it's nothing, really."

"That doesn't sound like nothing," she said, turning around in his embrace, til' her chest overflowed his arms, and her eyes met his, directly.

"No, really, it's...nothing."

"Really? Nothing...at...all?"

"P-please don't do this, AB."

"Do, what?" she asked, looking around the barn, and snapping the upper straps of her bra. "Y'know, if you don't have anything to tell me, maybe we should just go back to the house."

"Applebloom, come on-"

"Well, I guess there's no reason to hang around in this big ol' barn," she said flouncing past him. "Wonder what Granny's up to-"

"Okay okay. My Dad...caught me."

"Caught you?...caught you doin, what?"

Coral's face turned bright red, and for a moment, he looked less like an 18-year-old, and more like a 6-year-old. "...touching myself."

"Oh dear," gasped Applebloom, her hands flying to her cheeks. "And why were you being such a naughty little colt?"

"I was, thinking..."

"What about?"

"Can we just drop this?"

"Guess I'll be going then-"

"About my Mom! Okay? I was playing with myself and thinking about my Mom and her breasts!"

"*gasp* Coral Leaf!" She said, wagging a finger, causing her bosom to shake. "Shame on you for thinking those things! And about your own Mother!"

"Hey, I was a farm kid, and, well, when your Mom has a bosom that is larger than your whole body...well..."

"Naugty, naughty Coral," said Applebloom, shaking her head. "Ah think you need a spankin."

"Hey, y-you already gave me one the other day," protested Coral.

"Nah, that was Granny Smith," smiled Applebloom. "Now it's mah turn!"

As she took a few swipes at him, Coral dodged as best as he could, while also trying to make sure he didn't hit the stacked barrels, and cause an avalanche of cider.

"Bad Coral," she teased. "You stand still an take yer medicine!"

"No," he teased. "You're not my Mom!"

Finally, Applebloom saw an opening. And grabbed at one of the belt loops on his jeans. In a few moments, a mass of teenage pony and stallion had fallen to the floor of the barn. Applebloom saw her opening, and landed a few good smacks on Coral's derriere with her hand!

"It's fer yer own good, Coral Leaf," she smiled, landing a few more juicy smacks.

The smile disappeared, when Coral's lips suddenly found hers, and her body relaxed, as she kissed him, ravenously.

"Learned your lesson?" She whispered, coming up for air.

"I think I need a few more minutes, to think about what I've done," he replied, their lips locking again, as they readjusted their bodies, in the dimming sunlight.

"You two were out there for quite awhile," noted Applejack, as Coral and Applebloom returned to the house.

"Oh, we just gots to talking," said Applebloom. "Coral was tellin' me more about his parents. His Father's mighty strict. The truth is especially important to him."

"Well, hopefully yer Father taught you right about the truth," said Applejack.

"Yeah," said Coral sidling up behind Applebloom. "Sometimes, the truth can be a bit, painful."

"Eep!" squeaked Applebloom.

"Somethin' wrong, sweetie?" asked Granny Smith.

"No Granny," said Applebloom, her hand reaching behind her and rubbing where Coral had given her bottom a pinch. "Ah think I pinched a nerve."

Unseen by her family, her hand reached back, and gave Coral's bulging crotch a squeeze.

"Hrrgh," Said Coral.

"Well," said Applejack, looking around the living room, surrounded by all manner of apple-related desserts. "Ah think it's time we all hit the hay. Tomorrow is gonna be right busy, and we best be sure we're wide awake to receive our first customers."

"So what should be a good time to wake up?" asked Coral.

"Just wait til' you hear the cock crow. Then, up-and-at-em."

"If ya want, I'll give you a knock at the door," offered Applebloom.

"Thanks, but no thanks," said Coral, still feeling the pressure from her pinch. "I'll be just fine."

The Apple family soon said their good nights, and everyone headed off to bed.

Coral had hoped to have a few words with Applebloom, but with the entire family turning in, she just had time to blow him an (unseen) kiss, before she closed her bedroom door for the evening.

Like the last few nights, Coral found himself lying in bed, reading the book "So You've Got Two Left Hooves," which he had borrowed from Twilight Sparkle a few days ago.

Growing up, Coral had often read fairy tale stories, and a few often ended up with a handsome prince, and a beautiful princess, dancing the night away.

A smile formed on his lips, as he closed his eyes and recalled some of those stories, imagining that it was he and Applebloom, in those youthful flights of fantasy.

As he came out of his small daydream, he realized that one hand was holding Twilight's book, and his other hand, was under the bedsheets, stroking his thick cock.

His first thought was to stop, but then, he decided to keep stroking himself, as he continued to read.

There were quite a number of different dances in the little book. Coral's one hope was that Pinkie might be able to help with the proper music, when the time came to ask Applebloom to dance.

Maybe we can try a waltz, he thought, looking at the dance steps in the book.

Closing his eyes again (and stroking his rod a bit harder), Coral imagined himself and AB, in the middle of a room full of well-dressed ponies and stallions. All eyes were on them, as Applebloom's red hair glistened in the lights, and the golden coloration of her exposed bosom seemed to sparkle, as they danced on a reflective marble floor. Her eyes stared into his, pleading, begging to be kissed. Taking a deep breath, he fulfilled her wish, as he found her bountiful bosom squashing against his chest, and his swollen hard-on, pressing against her thighs.

Before Coral knew it, his imagining had given way to a beautiful dream, and he soon drifted off to sleep, the book lying on his chest, and his erection tenting the bedsheets.

"Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

The crowing of the rooster, signified that the big day, had finally come!

There was no sleeping in, as each member of the Apple family (including Coral), pulled themselves from their beds, as dawn slowly creeped over the nearby hills.

Of course, Coral had a 'little problem,' given that he had a severe case of 'morning wood.' Even with several blasts of cold water from his morning shower, he was just barely able to get his package into his underwear.

After everyone had cleaned up, they were seated around the breakfast table about to eat, when Applejack returned from the barn, rolling in one of the barrels of cider.

"Apples," she said, prying off the lid of the barrel, "It's finally time. A few weeks ago, ah never thought I'd see what I see before us: a barn filled with cider, a living room full of apple goodies, and of course, our new farmhand, Coral Leaf."

The other Apples politely applauded, and Granny playfully messed with his hair.

"Here we are, just a few hours away from one of the biggest Cider Festivals the Apple family has ever put on...and ah think that deserves a toast."

Taking down 5 cider mugs, Applejack filled each one to capacity, and each pony took one.

"Apples," she cried, raising her mug high, "to the best dang harvest we've ever had!"

Coral joined in the toast, and took a drink. He had never had cider until this day, and it was a whole new experience, with the Apple Family's recipe tickling his tastebuds!

"Wow," he said, after taking a gulp, "my cousin was right: this stuff really is good!"

"Well why shouldn't it be?" asked Granny Smith. "Yuh helped make it didn'tcha? Why, when you pour yer hard work into things, it always comes out right in the end."

"Now Granny," said Applejack, "Now's not the time for one of yer down-home lectures. We got a festival to get on!"

And with that, most of the family got to work.

Coral, Big Mac, and Applejack began rolling out barrels from the barn, and down to the cider stand.

As they got closer, a murmuring sound increased, until Coral was witness to a familiar sight to the Apples.

Ponies and stallions were already lined up at the cider booth, and the line stretched further back than he could see!

"Is it always like this?" He asked Big Mac, as they set up the barrels.

"Eeyup," replied Big Mac.

Looking to the head of the line, a familiar rainbow-haired pony was already leaning on the counter, waving to the group.

"Hi guys," called out Rainbow. "First one here, 6 years running!"

Pretty soon, 30 barrels of cider were set up in 5 rows of 6, right behind the counter. Plus, a cart had been set up nearby, wih Applebloom and Granny Smith overseeing the sales of some of the baked goods they had made.

Coral glanced over at the cart, and was rewarded with a sly wink from his bosomy somepony.

As Big Mac readied the first barrel of cider, Applejack stepped out from behind the stand.

"ATTENTION, EVERYPONY!!" She yelled, and a sweeping cheer rose up from the line. "Welcome one and all, to the Apple Family's yearly Cider Festival! In case ya haven't heard, y'all are in for a treat. This year, we had us our largest apple crop, in the history of Sweet Apple Acres!"

Another loud cheer rose and fell, as AJ pushed on.

"Because of that, we wanted to share this amazing harvest with you all, and have declared Cider Fest, to take place, for the next 7 days!"

The roar seemed to double in volume, as Coral could swear the cider in the barrel vibrated.

"In preparation for this event, we are doubling the amount of cider available per day, plus, we are throwin' a barn dance, this Wednesday! Ah hope those of you who come these next few days, will also attend festivities on Wednesday, for a very special reason. Our farm hand, Coral Leaf, got it in his head that maybe, Ponyville needs a new library, and ah think that's a right smart idea of his. You can give to the cause, by buying some of our delicious apple treats over here, and donating whatever else you may choose to give. Come Wednesday, all bits collected for the entire day, will be given to the cause! So, what do ya say, ponies? Are you ready for some Apple Family Cider?"

The crowd roared in approval.

"Are ya ready to help us add a new library to Ponyville?"

Another roar of approval rose up from the crowd!

"In that case, ah declare this Cider Festival, officially on!"

And so, it began!

One-by-one, ponies came forward, and paid their bits for a mug (or several mugs) of cider.

Coral handled tap-duty, filling up the mugs, while Applejack supervised, and made small-talk with the customers.

Her pep-talk about the dessert cart seemed to have paid off, as every-other-pony in line sidled over, and left with a pie, or another apple confection! A few complimented the efforts of the Apple Family, and made some generous donations!

The cider line also revealed a number of faces that were familiar to Applejack, and she politely introduced Coral to a number of local ponies he hadn't met yet.

After a few hours, Applebloom 'bounced' over, and suggested that she switch places with Coral.

"Well gee Applebloom," said Coral. "I think you and Granny Smith are doing pretty well getting the word out."

"Well, ah do what I can," said AB, "But ah think you make a better salespony, Mr book-smart."

And so, for a few hours, Coral was enticing ponies with desserts, while telling them about the positives of having a new library.

The pitch seemed to work, as some seemed to have forgotten just what advantages a public library could have on a place like Ponyville. Coral did feel a little guilty, playing to the sympathies of someponies, when he mentioned how he grew up without one. However, several who heard this, gave more bits, and purchased an extra fritter or three.

Eventually, there were some gasps when around mid-day, The Princess of Friendship herself, showed up!

Twilight purchased a mug of cider, and exchanged a few words with Applejack and Applebloom, before trotting over to the dessert cart.

"Well hi, Coral," she greeted, cheerily.

"Oh hi Pri-I mean, hi Twilight," he said.

"Glad to see you're keeping busy. So, anything you'd recommend?"

"Well, hard to say," said Coral. "Personally, I haven't actually sampled any of the baked goods, but they are made with apples from our bumper crop."

"Had to keep him from tryin' to gobble down a few," commented Granny Smith. "Young fella needs to watch that waistline o' his."

"Well, with you keeping an eye on him Granny Smith, I'm sure he'll be fine," chuckled Twilight. "Oh, say Coral, how's that book I loaned you working out for you?"

"Oh," said Coral, getting a bit nervous. "It's, really something!"

"I'm glad to hear! After you left, I did wonder if it was adequate enough for your needs. There are a few others that I think could have been a bit more useful to you-"

"Nonono really," said Coral. "It's been a great source of information. Really!"

"Well, alright then," said Twilight, turning around. "I have some studying to do back at my castle, but I look forward to seeing you at the dance on Wednesday. I'll get to see how well that dance book helped you!"

Coral gulped a bit, his eyes darting over to the cider stand. However, he breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Applebloom chatting with a customer, as Applejack filled another mug with cider. Hopefully, she hadn't heard a thing.

"Dance-whut?"

It was then that Coral gulped, and realized that Granny Smith was awake, and smiling mischievously at him.

Doubling the amount of cider for sale, had definitely made the first day of the Cider Festival, a different experience.

While the past year's stock would have run out by mid-afternoon, the final drop of cider didn't come, until an hour after sunset!

And so, AJ stepped out from behind the counter, and addressed the still-sizable line.

"Well everypony, I'm sorry to say, but we've run out of our supply for today."

As usual, the air was filled with a number of groans, as well as a few 'oh come on's' from further back.

"Now now, just remember, you got a whole week of cider available from our farm. If you didn't get a taste today, you got 6 more days to do so!"

Applejack also made another proclamation about the upcoming barn dance, as the line of ponies broke apart, and headed back towards Ponyville.

"Well, how'd yer first day go, Coral?" Asked Applebloom, bouncing over to the dessert cart.

"I think it went pretty well," said Coral, eyeing Granny Smith, who was dozing. "Right, Granny?"

His question was met with a garbled snore.

"Guess I can't blame her," said Coral, his gaze returning back to AB. "Was surprised how well the desserts sold."

"Yeah, but ah was hoping maybe you would have sold a bit more," said Applebloom. "Oh well, maybe we can really use the extras as donation incentives at the dance!"

"Yeah, good way to stay positive," said Coral, leaning over the cart, when suddenly, he felt something warm and sticky against his jeans!

"Coral!" Reprimanded Granny Smith. "Git yer whats-it outta the pies!"

Applebloom stifled a laugh, as Coral backed away from the cart. In his attempts to lean towards Applebloom, his firm bulge had squashed into an apple pie, and now he was 'wearing it' on the front of his jeans!

"Aw, geez," he said, pulling off the pie tin, and trying to scrape the gooey innards back into it.

"Guess somepony needs to watch where he sticks his business," giggled Applebloom.

"Yup," chuckled Granny. "Be a little more careful there, Coral. Try to 'dance' round the good stuff next time."

"Thanks, Granny," he replied, trying to give her 'a polite stink-eye,' "I'll be sure to do that."

"Coral!"

The sound of Applejack's voice got his attention, as he leaned lower, scraping the last of the pie back into the tin.

"Yeah, AJ?

"If yer finished gabbin' over here, can you give me and Big Mac a hand? Got plenty of empty cider barrels to bring back up to the barn."

"Sure thing," said Coral, rolling up his shirt sleeves, leaving Applebloom and Granny Smith by the dessert cart.

Once all the empty cider barrels were stacked next to the barn, and the dessert cart was brought back up to the main house, the Apples tucked into a late supper.

Coral of course, did go upstairs and change out of his apple-pie-stained jeans, and returned to the kitchen.

Though everyone was pretty hungry, they decided that since they would be heading to bed soon, they would simply have a bowl of soup, and a little bread.

Applejack of course, was very pleased with how the day had gone, and estimated they had probably made 2-3 times what their first day's profits had brought in the year before.

"Wow," remarked Applebloom. "With that much, maybe we should do this every year!"

"Well, ah don't know, Applebloom," said Applejack. "We were spread pretty thin this harvest, just tryin' to get it all done."

"Just sayin, is all," said Applebloom, her eyes darting over to Coral. "Sometimes, it doesn't hurt to have an extra hand or two to get the job done."

After dinner, the family attempted to relax, but the events of the day eventually got to them, and they all headed upstairs to their rooms.

Coral found the early turn-in to be advantageous, as he pulled out the dance book, and continued to read.

He did smile a bit, thinking of how concerned Twilight had been about the book she had loaned him.

I'll definitely have to consult with her, if we get the library built, he thought.

Like the night before, his other hand found it's way under the bed sheets, and before long, he was imagining himself and Applebloom, doing the foxtrot.

The next day had the Apples and Coral already prepared, when the cock crowed.

There wasn't as much chit-chat as there had been the day before, and the whole family went about their early set-up routines, with speed and urgency.

Pretty soon, another 30 barrels of cider were ready, and Applebloom and Granny Smith were at the dessert cart. Just as she had done the day before, Applejack hollered out a greeting to the huge line of customers for the day, and repeated word of the family's donation plans.

Coral did get a little chuckle, seeing a familiar rainbow-haired pony once again at the front of the line.

"Back for more?" he asked, taking her bits.

"You know me," said Rainbow Dash, taking her 4 mugs. "Never too much of a good thing, when it comes to cider!"

After Rainbow flew away, Coral whispered to Applejack, "Yeah, I think she definitely has a problem."

Today, AJ and Coral switched places, with Coral collecting bits and making small-talk, while Applejack handled the cider pouring.

Along with collecting their bits, Coral kept the momentum going, by directing some of the customers over to the dessert cart.

As the morning turned to afternoon, Coral found himself staring into a familiar pair of green and purple eyes.

"Hi, girls," he replied.

"Well, look who's right at home down on the farm," said Sweetie Belle, as she and Scootaloo gave Coral their bits.

"I'd say he's a regular Apple off the ol' tree," chuckled Scootaloo.

"Nice to see you too," said Coral. "So, you girls ready for the dance tomorrow?"

"Maaaybe," said Sweetie Belle. "How about you? Are you ready?"

"I, think so."

"So, I take it you're going to be out there impressing everyone?" asked Scootaloo. "Or...somepony special?"

"Well, here you go girls," said Coral, grabbing the filled mugs of cider from Applejack, and plopping them in front of the two. "Thanks for your business, and don't forget to check out the dessert cart for something sweet! All proceeds there go to the Ponyville Library Fund!"

The girls just smiled mischievously, and walked over to the cart.

Coral attempted to focus on the next customers, but his eyes kept drifting over to the dessert cart, where Sweetie and Scootaloo seemed busy talking to Applebloom.

"Coral Leaf!"

The sound of Applejack's voice broke him out of his short trance.

"Stop daydreamin,' and focus on the line. Please?"

"Sorry, AJ," said Coral, turning towards the next customer, and finding a familiar pink face with blue eyes, staring back at him, across the counter.

"Howdy Coral," said Pinkie Pie, giving his nose a nuzzle.

"H-hi, Pinkie," he said, a little shocked by the gesture. "So, um, what can I get ya?"

"Oh, a baker's dozen of cider should do the trick," she giggled.

"Ok, so, 13 ciders?"

"You betty-etty-etcha!" Said Pinkie, passing her bits to him. "Y'know, you seem pretty on the nose, knowing what that means. When I say that to most ponies at Sugarcube Corner, they look at me like I'm, crazy or something!"

They might not be far off, thought Coral to himself.

"Well, I wasn't born yesterday," he said aloud, passing mug after mug down to her.

"Well, duh," said Pinkie, stacking up the mugs in a precarious way. "If you were, I wouldn't have met you for the first time a few weeks ago."

"Well, you sure know your stuff," said Coral, placing the 13th cider mug on the top of the stack. "Before you go, um, do you have any word on the barn dance tomorrow?"

"GGGGGGGAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!"

Next thing Coral saw, the stack of cider mugs had flown into the air, as Pinkie looked in utter shock, hands on her cheeks.

"I ALMOST FORGOT!! Applejack, I need to check out your barn like, yesterday!"

"Yer more than welcome to, Pinkie," said Applejack. "Y'know, ah wouldn't worry if I were you. It's all gonna work out."

"Whew! Thank Celestia," said Pinkie, calmly holding out her arms, and into which the stack of cider mugs settled back into, as of nothing had happened. "Anyhoo, I'm gonna check out that dessert cart first! I smell me some yummy fritters!"

As she skipped away with the stack of mugs, Coral looked a little uneasy, and AJ chuckled to herself.

"Ah know what yer thinkin," she said, patting his shoulder. "Round here, we just accept it as, Pinkie just bein' Pinkie."

For the rest of the day, the line moved pretty smoothly, and Coral almost got a bit bored with the monotony. Of course, he kept trying to sneak little glances at Applebloom as he'd turn to Applejack, to grab up the filled mugs of cider.

His glancing at the cart, had allowed him to see Pinkie Pie, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo in a conversation with Applebloom, before the two fillies and Pinkie headed up the path to the farm.

As the sun began to set, the three reappeared, and Pinkie's cider mugs were now gone. They stopped back at the dessert cart, and Coral saw them talking excitedly to Applebloom, before Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo headed back to town, with Pinkie hopping along.

"See ya tomorrow,Coral," called out Scootaloo.

"I want to dance with you, stud," said Sweetie, shaking her hips.

Coral just smiled, giving them a polite wave.

Unlike the previous day, the cider supply for Tuesday took a bit longer to exhaust, and it wasn't until a little past 8pm, that the last barrel was drained dry.

"That's it for today," said Applejack, addressing the modest-sized line. "Be sure to come on back tomorrow. All profits collected from our cider sales on Wednesday, go towards the Ponyville Library Fund, and we'll have even more cider to go around than today! So come back thirsty, y'hear?"

The even later return to the farm, had everyone almost too tired to eat. However, wanting to get something in their stomachs, everyone grabbed an apple or two, and sat around the kitchen table.

"Wow," said Coral, taking a deep breath. "I didn't think selling cider would make me feel this tired."

"Well, today wasn't all fun n' games at our cart," said Applebloom, rolling her shoulders, causing her bosom to shudder. "Have to admit, the desserts didn't do so well today, as they did yesterday."

"I'm sure you're tryin' yer best, sugarcube," said Applejack. "Besides, tomorrow should help add some more to that library fund of yours, Coral."

"Hope so," said Coral. "Say Applebloom, I saw Pinkie Pie and your friends talking to you today. Can you tell me what Pinkie had to say about the party for tomorrow?"

"Oh, just that it's gonna be lotsa fun," she smiled. "And thats all yer gonna get outta me."

"Not even a hint?" He chuckled, wondering if AJ and Big Mac were noticing his flirting.

"We were sworn to secrecy," said AB, pretending to zip her lips.

"We?"

"Well ah wuz there too," said Granny.

"Oh, I see," he said. "Granny and Granddaughter secrets, huh?"

Just like the day before, there were few words exchanged, as everyone headed off to bed.

Coral expected a little wink even from Applebloom, but she just squeezed through her bedroom door, and closed it.

Don't worry about it, he thought to himself. She's just had a long day. Besides, you'll have plenty of time to be with her at the dance tomorrow!

Laying down in his bed, Coral tried to focus on some South Equestrian dance steps in Twilight's book, but quickly found himself sound asleep in no time.

Wednesday started just as the previous days had, and found the group quickly setting up, to greet a new line of customers.

Unlike the previous days, Applejack asked Coral to accompany her out to address the crowd.

Coral just stood there with his hands in his pockets, not really paying attention, until He suddenly heard his name mentioned.

"-had the idea, to raise funds, for a new library for Ponyville," he heard AJ say. "And seein' as how he's been such a big help on our farm this harvest season, and helped bring in our crop, ah've decided that all sales today, will be donated to that cause!"

A cheer rose up from the crowd, as Coral smiled sheepishly.

"Why dont'cha say a few words, Coral?"

Before he knew it, a number of ponies and stallions at the head of the line, were clapping, and he felt their eyes fixed on him...though he hoped most of them weren't affixed on the swollen bulge between his thighs.

"T-thanks, Applejack," he said. "Well, I sure am glad you, um, allowed me the chance to help out your comminity. I've only been here a few weeks and, it seems that the ponies here are really, great, and real friendly!
"My friend Applebloom and her friends, showed me what had happened to the local library, and I wanted to help. You see, where I grew up, my town was so small, we didn't have a library."

This admittance drew a small murmur from the crowd, as Coral continued.

"So, I just want to encourage you all to drink plenty of cider, buy some desserts, and if you have time this evening, come back for our barn dance. We'll have more there for your enjoyment too."

"Thank you, Coral," said Applejack, as he quickly got behind the cider booth. "Oh darn, almost forgot. Very important thing, folks. To get ready for the dance, we'll actually be stoppin' the cider-servin' here round 3, but we'll be back to providing cider and desserts at 5, up at the barn! Be sure to dress in yer best, and join us then, y'hear?"

Another cheer rose from the crowd, and the third day of the festival was officially under way!

Coral spent the first few hours of the day serving cider, when Applejack requested he change places with Applebloom at the dessert cart, like on Monday.

For most of the afternoon, Coral became a vocal proponent to many ponies and stallions that came over to the cart, and he was surprised when late in the afternoon, Twilight showed up with a grey-haired pony, and came over to chat with him. It was his first meeting with Ponyville's mayor.

Twilight explained to her about Coral and the Apple's fundraising efforts, and the Mayor happily told of her enthusiasm for the project.

"We'll be coming to the barn dance later on tonight," smiled Twilight. "The Mayor and I hope our presence will help those in attendance, to give more generously to this great, and worthy cause."

Needless to say, Coral was pretty excited when the stand and cart closed down around 3.

After reminding the crowd about the dance in a few hours, the Apples headed back to the farmhouse to get ready. Coral, Big Mac, and Applejack were the last ones in, as they finished bringing the cider barrels, dessert cart, and even the cider stand up to the barn.

As Coral put an empty cider barrel into place, he was a little surprised that nothing had been set up inside the barn yet.

"Say, Applejack, is Pinkie late? The party starts in a few hours."

"Now now," said AJ, "Pinkie operates on her own time. If ah know her, she'll have this shindig set up, faster than you can say lickity-split."

"Well, okay," he smiled. "If you're calm about this, I'll do the same."

Of course, deep down, his heart was beginning to thump faster, wondering what Applebloom was going to be wearing to the dance.

Coral Leaf and Big Mac were the first ones in and out of the bathroom, leaving plenty of time for the women in the house, to get ready.

Going back to his room, Coral opened his closet, and took out the clothing Rarity had made for him.

It consisted of black jeans, a white dress shirt (with monogrammed buttons!), a bow tie, and what appeared to be a dress tuxedo jacket.

Once he was properly dressed, Coral decided to check himself out in his bedroom mirror.

Staring back at him, was a rather dapper orange stallion! Smiling at his appearance, he adjusted his jacket, and struck a few poses.

Rarity's handiwork made him look like a fancy stallion, even if he was wearing black colored jeans with his package swollen out like a beachball. Just like his jeans and shorts, she had reinforced his crotch, providing him with plenty of support...even if he was feeling a bit 'confined' down there at the moment.

"Mind if ah have a look?"

Coral smiled, as he turned to the doorway, and saw Granny Smith, dressed in a vintage-looking, gingham dress.

"Ok, Granny Smith," he said, striking a few poses. "How's that?"

"It'll do fer now," she winked. "So, gonna show me some of them dance moves?"

"Oh, well, um, maybe later?"

"Alright alright," she said, turning to go. "See you down at the barn, then."

Coral looked himself over one last time in the mirror, before heading downstairs, where came across Applejack fixing Big Mac's tie.

Much like Coral, Big Mac himself was wearing a tuxedo-like outfit, though personalized with a green apple 'pocket' near the upper-lapel. It didn't look like he was too concerned with his appearance, as his hair still looked rather unkempt.

Applejack was wearing a petticoat-style dress, with apple patterns sewn into it. Swirls of tan and gold also weaved their way into the top of the ensemble, which had wood-carved buttons, shaped like apples as well!

"Well now," she said, finishing with Big Mac, and turning to Coral. "Don't you just clean up nice n' shiny."

"Thanks," he said. "Your dress looks nice, too."

"Well, to tell the truth, Rarity made this for me a few years ago, but ah never could find a reason to wear it. Us Apples don't go to many fancy parties, and ah felt it'd be just right for tonight."

"Say, did Applebloom come down yet?" asked Coral, looking around.

"Nope. She's still gettin' ready. Said she may not be ready til' after the dance gets underway."

"Oh," said Coral, a little dejected. "I was kind of hoping to see what Rarity made for her."

"Well, you kin check out her dress during the dance then," said Applejack. "Now why don't you just head out to the barn? We'll join you in a few."

"Okay," said Coral, as he made his way through the kitchen, and opened the door out to the barn...only to be met with a surprise!

With 30 minutes to go until the party, the area around Sweet Apple Acres' barn had been completely transformed!

A red carpet ran up from the main path, straight into the barn. A number of tables were set up all around, with apple-shaped candles illuminating a few early guests, as they talked and mingled.

The dessert cart and cider booth already had lines to them, and as Coral looked, he could see Pinkie greeting all number of arriving guests, many of them looking quite luxurious in their attire!

"Coral Leaf!! There you are!"

Coral turned to see Pinkie hopping up to the door, and taking his hand.

"Oh, hi again PinkIE-"

Before he could finish, Pinkie had 'bounced' him into the thick of a cluster of well-dressed ponies and stallions.

"And here he is, everypony," she said, sweetly, "this is Coral Leaf, the young stallion whose idea it was to hold this super-duper party!"

Coral felt himself blush as a number of those around him applauded. He attempted to walk away, but suddenly found himself fielding questions from a number of clustered socialites (though not-too-close, as some had taken into account the added width his bulge made in front of him!).

Several claimed they had come due to Rarity's invitations,and were in some of the finest attire Coral had ever seen.

Coral did the best he could, giving his case on why he felt the town needed a library, reminding several that the attack by Tirek had not been so long ago. Some claimed to have tried to put the 'incident' out of their minds, and to some, Coral reminded them just why this dance and it's fundraiser were being held.

Guess some just like dressing up without knowing what for, he thought, while trying to still be polite.

Like that afternoon, he regaled some with his upbringing, as well as his education in rural Equestria (while not revealing his parent's 'special skills'). His story brought some concerned looks from several of the guests, and a few even proposed maybe finding a way to benefit the less-traveled areas of their country.

"And here-he-IS," came a familiar, cooing voice.

Rarity needed no introduction, as she cut a swath through the crowd around Coral (it was rather easy with her rather impressive bosom leading the way). "Oh, I see many of you are just as enraptured with this intelligent young stallion, just as he has enraptured me!"

With Rarity now in the thick of the group, the conversation got a bit noisier, as some of the gentlemen had turned their attention to her. Her layered sky-blue dress was awash in a sea of diamonds, and it was easy to see that it's catching of the light from the numerous candles in the farmyard, was catching the eye of any stallion (and a few ponies!), entranced by shiny objects.

Even with so many wealthy male patron's eyes on her, Rarity still kept her arm around Coral, and he found her squeezing tightly against him, as he continued to talk about the fundraising efforts, and she fielded compliments about her flashy wardrobe.

*BOOM-SSQQQUUUUEEEEEEEEE*

The loud sound made everyone freeze in their tracks, as a rain of glitter and confetti rained down from overhead.

"Thanks, Pinkie," said Applejack, taking her place at the entrance of the barn. "Everyone, thank you all so kindly, fer' being with us tonight, on the third day of the Apple Family's week-long Cider Festival! This year, we decided to add this here barn dance, as an added incentive, to try and give back to our hometown of Ponyville. As some of you may know, ever since the attack by Tirek some time ago, we have been without a library in our community, but thanks to the concern and consideration of our current hired-hand Coral Leaf, we decided to do something about tha-Coral, where are ya?"

Coral attempted to untangle himself from the small group he was in (and the rather firm embrace of Rarity), and strode across the farm yard. A number of guests applauded, though he could see a few whose eyes had gone wide with shock at his bulge. He tried to shrug off the stares, and walked up next to Applejack, where he took a polite bow before the crowd.

"Now this here fella," continued Applejack, "is the reason we are here tonight. All our cider and dessert sales today, will be donated to the library fund we're setting up. Now, ah know some of you here, have some deep pockets, so, heh, don't be afraid to dig a little deeper, y'hear?"

A round of polite laughter issued forth from many of the guests, as well as some polite applause.

"Well, that sounds like mah cue to to stop gabbin'. Enjoy yourselves, and on behalf of the Apple Family, have fun!"

And so, the festivities had begun!

Even though they were the hosts of the party, Applejack and Big Mac were not resting on their laurels. Both were servicing the cider booth, and as Coral watched, quite a few ponies were donating generously for a mug of cider!

Pinkie Pie was sitting with Granny Smith by the dessert cart, and was doing pretty well with sales on her own terms.

Curious about the dance floor, Coral snuck a peek inside the barn.

The main area had been cleared out, and a checkerboard dance floor had been laid over the barn's main floor.

She must have moved the cider barrels, thought Coral. But where and how-well, I guess like Applejack says, 'it's Pinkie.'

Hay bales had been set along the sides as seats, and a disco ball hung from the overhead rafters. At the far back wall, a DJ booth had been set up, as well as some seats and music stands.

"I wonder when the dancing will start?" asked Coral, to himself.

"As soon as everypony's had some cider," came Pinkie's voice, as she suddenly sidled up next to him, and stuffed a mug in his hand. "Now come on Coral, get back out there and mingle!"

With a hearty shove from Pinkie, Coral found himself once again outside the barn. Trying to keep back his thoughts of Applebloom (and wondering what she would be wearing), he tried to talk it up with the small clusters of the social elite.

Most were rather welcoming when he verbally greeted them, but a few times, some would look down at his distended crotch, and just ignore him, returning to whatever they were discussing.

Well, I guess I can't please everybody, he thought.

Of course, as he mingled, Coral kept running into Rarity, who seemed quite 'clingy' on several occasions. Fortunately, help came when during one conversation (as Rarity had his left arm nearly suffocated within her bosom), a pair of white and orange arms engulfed him from behind.

"There you are!" came Sweetie Belle's voice.

"We've been looking all over for you, Coral," joined in Scootaloo.

"Rarity, how could you hog the stallion of the hour all to yourself?" pouted Sweetie Belle. "I thought sisters shared everything!"

"Wha-? I? He? Well-I-ah," stammered Rarity, caught off guard by her sister.

"We know just what he needs," chimed in Scootaloo, 'extracting' his arm from it's warm prison. "Come with us, Coral."

As he walked away, all three of them shared a little smile, as Rarity fumed at what her sister and Scootaloo had done.

"Thanks, girls," he said. "No offense Sweetie, but your sister is a bit...clingy."

"I had a feeling she'd be that way around you tonight," the curly-haired filly replied. "Don't worry. We'll keep your eyes on the prize."

"Yeah, speaking of that, where's Applebloom?" asked Coral, his eyes darting around.

"We wondered that as well, so we went up to her room," said Scootaloo. "She said she's going to wait to make a dramatic appearance."

"And did she say when that might be?"

"No idea," replied Sweetie, licking her lips. "Though she did say we could have you til' then."

"Sure, she did," smiled Coral, sarcastically.

"No really, she did say that," replied Scootaloo. "Cutie Mark Crusaders honor!"

"Just think of us as, your personal chaperones," said Sweetie, playfully straightening Coral's tie.

"Well, you three look like you're just having a great time!"

Coral turned to see Twilight Sparkle greeting him, as well as Ponyville's Mayor accompanying her.

"Greetings Twilight, your honor," he said, giving a polite bow.

"Looks like everything's going well," said Twilight, looking at the activity around her. "Pinkie still knows how to plan a great party."

"Indeed she does," replied Mayor Mare. "And I just wanted to say, thank you Coral, for helping bring this idea of yours to life."

"Oh well, it wasn't that big of a deal," said Coral. "I just had an idea, and, well, guess it grew bigger than I, expected!"

"Just like our beloved Golden Oaks Library," replied the Mayor. "Oh, I still have fond memories of that place. When Princess Twilight Sparkle came to Ponyville all those years ago, I was so thrilled that she made herself right at home there. I know we can never have another, but I do hope that what we can raise from this fundraiser, will surely bring something for our community to be proud of."

"Me too," said Coral.

"And he's just the stallion to do it," chimed in Scootaloo.

"Yeah Mayor Mare, this stallion? He's pretty book-smart," said Sweetie Belle, playfully poking Coral in the arm.

Coral smiled sheepishly, when suddenly, a number of lights began to flash from inside the barn, and music began to filter out.

"Hear that, everypony?" Came Pinkie's voice, drifting over the crowd. "It's time to shake your hoove-thang, and get on the dance floor!"

"Guess the party is moving indoors," said Coral. "Are you and the Mayor coming in to dance, Twilight?"

"Me? Oh no, I'm going to sit this one out. Me and Mayor Mare are mainly here to mingle."

"That's quite a tongue-twister," chuckled Coral. "Well, maybe we'll see you a little later. Girls, shall we?"

And with that, the threesome said goodbye to the two ponies, and headed into the Apple's barn.

A number of the well-dressed ponies and stallions, slowly headed into the barn, though many simply sat on the hay bales, drinking their cider, or munching on a fritter. Some even continued to have little discussions, even with the music blaring, and the lights flashing around the room.

Eventually, a small pony orchestra took to the stage, and played a number of classical pieces, but still, the crowd seemed wary.

Coral, Sweetie, and Scootaloo were standing by the doorway observing, when Pinkie appeared next to them.

"Ugh, what is wrong with these ponies?" Pinkie said. "There's cider, there's music, what more do they want!?"

"Maybe they just need someone to, lead by example," said Scootaloo.

"Yeah," said Sweetie Belle, eyeing Coral. "Say Coral, how are those dance lessons coming along?"

"I, I don't know what you mean," he stammered.

"Aw, stop lying," said Scootaloo. "Granny Smith told us about your conversation with Twilight. Now come on Mr Bigshot, let's see what you can do."

"Well I, I was really hoping to dance with Applebloom-"

"What?" asked Sweetie, folding her arms under her silky-white bosom. "So because we're not Applebloom, we're not good enough to dance with?"

"No, it's just, I...I don't feel about you the way I feel about her."

"And that's why you don't want to dance with us?" asked Scootaloo. "Coral, for being a well-read stallion, you can be pretty dumb sometimes."

"Huh? What do you mean by that?" He asked, getting a bit annoyed at the pegasus.

"Look, we know you like our friend, but we like you, and we want to have fun with you, the same as with her! Like at the swimming hole. That was fun, right?"

"Right."

"Once you got to know us better, did it matter so much that we were around her?"

"No."

"And besides," chimed in Sweetie Belle. "Consider this: dance with us, and we'll help you work the kinks out of your dance moves, by the time she shows up!"

"Well, that does sound good," he said, "but-"

"Uugghhh, just come on already!" said Sweetie, grabbing his hand, and leading him out onto the dance floor.

In a matter of minutes, Coral found himself dancing a fox trot with Sweetie Belle, and then a short samba with Scootaloo, and as the orchestra continued to play, the well-dressed couples began to fill the dance floor.

As the songs continued, Coral grew more confident, as the band played several more waltzes and fox trots. He tried not to imagine people staring at the extra space he needed to dance, and found himself focusing on the eyes of his two dance partners, as they interchanged from one dance, to the next.

However, when it came time for a tango, Coral suddenly found Sweetie Belle yanked from his hand, and Rarity in her place.

"My little sister can't have all the fun," she cooed to him. "Come now Coral, and let's TANGO!"

It was definitely an eye-opening moment, and Rarity reveled in the attention, as she and Coral danced around the floor, numerous eyes on them.

Rarity kept close to his body, and there was much bulging and squishing between them, as the number went on.

When it finished, Coral was surprised at some of the applause that broke out, as Rarity playfully slid a finger under his chin.

"Will the handsome gentlecolt give this fair mare a kiss?" She asked, licking her lips, and leaning in towards him, closing her eyes playfully.

"Coral!"

and there it was...the sound he had waited all night to hear!

Turning his head away from Rarity's closed eyes and puckered lips, the crowd parted, and his eyes almost popped out of his head!

Applebloom strode forward, into the light. Her full-bosomed body, was encased in a white-cotton outfit, with apple-shaped buttons, that disappeared down into a gingham dress, of purple and white squares.

The dress seemed to shimmer from the lights, and her pink bow did the same, as if it had been sprinkled in cinnamon sugar. She had even affixed glitter in her red hair, sparkling even more like a rare gem, before him!

"Sorry, Rarity, maybe later," he said, as he almost ran to the vision approaching him (leaving Rarity looking shocked and a bit heartbroken!). He could feel everyone's eyes on them, but he didn't care. Even with his heart racing in his chest, he was going to make sure this night was something he-no, they, would not forget.

"Hi," he said, to her, bowing politely, like the Princes in his fairy tales.

"Hello," she smiled back, giving him a polite curtsy.

"May I, have this dance?"

"Certainly," she said, putting her hand in his, as he led her out to the center of the dance floor.

Coral could feel his mouth going a little dry, as he looked into Applebloom's orange eyes, and the orchestra began to play a waltz.

As he started to move, Applebloom made a few missteps, her hooves clopping against his!

"Oops, sorry," she said, blushing.

"Don't worry, just keep going," he said. "You'll get it."

Even with her bosom overflowing her arms, Applebloom took his word, and soon, they were keeping proper step and time with the music!

Rarity meanwhile, was standing off to the side with Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, watching the spectacle. Her face still showed a tinge of pout from being denied a kiss by Coral, when she overheard her sister:

"Scootaloo, does Applebloom look...bigger?"

Rarity glanced at the young Apple, and even from a distance, she could see that her sister was right. It looked like Applebloom's golden chest was...swelling?

"Nevermind that," said Scootaloo. "I think Coral's getting excited."

This caused Rarity to glance at that magnificent bulge, which seemed to also be swelling, in the glint of the lights!

I can't believe it, thought Rarity to herself. They're getting bigger!

Uncomprehendingly, Coral and Applebloom continued to dance, her massive chest getting even more massive, and his bulge getting even bigger! One would assume that they had to have been feeling the changes happening to them, but they had become lost in the moment, and each other's eyes!

Rarity was looking at Coral's bulge, when it began.

First, there was a bit of white, and then, more, and soon, she realized that the reinforced areas of his pants, were beginning to give out!

Sweet Celestia, she thought. He's going to burst!

And as everyone watched, a tearing sound was heard, and next thing everyone saw, was a massive, orange cock unfolding from Coral's torn pants!

However, instead of stopping, he kept dancing, as his enormous cock sprung up at attention, and squashed against Applebloom's massive bosom!

"Oooh," she moaned, her arms relocating to the tops of her massive globes, which were swelling to the size of beanbag chairs, as one-by-one, the buttons on her dress began to pop off, before the white garment underneath, tore itself to pieces! In the chaos of growth, even Applebloom's purple bra gave up the fight quickly, and snapped off like a rubberband, hitting a poor socialite in the face!

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were looking on in shock (as well as almost everyone else in the room), as Coral's arms reached out, and squished into the sides of Applebloom's massive yellow mounds, each now free of their confinements, and topped with nipples the size of tea saucers!

"Ohhhh, yesss," murmured Applebloom, as suddenly, she took a misplaced step, and fell backwards onto the dance floor, causing her massive, still-growing bosom, to wobble violently!

Coral went right with her, his massive member plunging deep into her cleavage, as they both moaned aloud.

Those that were left around them, scattered off the floor, as the colossal couple moaned and smooshed against each other under the lights of the dance floor.

"Ooohhhh, moooore, Coral-Oh!" wailed Applebloom. "Moooorrree!!!"

And as everyone watched, Coral began to buck his hips like a wild stallion! The bulbous orange head of his cock rose out of the swollen masses of her succulent breast flesh, and disappeared inside. In a matter of seconds, the process was being repeated, in a much more rapid succession!

"She's still growing!" came a voice from the crowd.

There was some panic as many backed away, as Applebloom's swollen yellow forms began to take up more of the dance floor. Strangely enough, the band played on, oblivious to the entire thing.

After a few minutes, it was clear to see that the two lovers had achieved proportions, that could only be described as, "brobdingnagian!"

Applebloom lay on the checkered floor, almost buried beneath her wobbling, swelling tit-flesh. Each of her breasts could have easily held 8 barrels worth of cider! At the tops of the two towering tits, were her nipples, which were now a dark golden hue. The areola of each had stretched to the size of a wagon wheel, and her nubs had each bloated to the size of her head!

Coral's cock had also grown steadily upon it's release. No longer at a maximum length of 3 feet, he had easily gained an extra foot, and it's swollen head was even bigger than his own head! His thighs were squished against his sac, which looked like they could have each held a barrel's worth of cider, their swollen forms looking like they might burst from all the activity!

Some ponies rushed for the exit, a few fainted from the raunchy display of affection, and one, with a brown stetson hat on her head, entered the barn and almost keeled over at what she saw: her little sister, buried under a mass of yellow cleavage, being ravaged by their hired farm hand!!

"CORAL LEAF!! APPLEBLOOM!!!" She yelled, fighting her way throuh the crowd of onlookers. "YOU STOP WHATEVER THIS IS RIGHT NOW!! WHAT IN TARNATION DO YOU THINK YER-"

Suddenly, a white light burst forth from the enormous equines! Everyone in the barn covered their eyes, and even the band stopped, as the light became blinding!

Deep within the center of the light, the sounds of Applebloom and Coral Leaf could still be heard, going at it. Suddenly, Applebloom's voice gained volume, and filled everyone's ears!

"Ungh-UNGH-UNGH-UNGH-UNGH-MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

From the center of the light, three jets of white liquid suddenly shot out! Two of them exploded towards the ceiling, where they then ricocheted down onto the numerous ponies that were still in the barn! The force was so great, that the liquid soaked even the ponies in the far corners of the barn!

The third stream of liquid hit a corner of the barn, and splashed back, coating about half the barn (and those in it!) with it's sticky, gooey substance!

Unfortunately, Rarity happened to be one of those ponies in the line of fire. She was already panicking from the white liquid raining down, but as globules of sticky white stuff exploded into her hair and across the surface of her dress, she let out a panicked scream, and collapsed!

Almost a minute after it started, the crowd-drenching light show subsided.

The barn was a total mess. White liquid seemed to drip from everywhere. A number of well-dressed ponies were looking at their ruined wardrobes, and several were in tears, realizing their expensive hairdos were now ruined.

Amongst the mess, in the center of the dance floor, lay Applebloom, and Coral Leaf.

The yellow filly's bosom took up almost 3/4 of the dance floor with it's size, and a trickle of white liquid, dripped down from her swollen nipples, along the huge golden curves of her enormous breast.

Coral lay face-down in her cleavage, his arms resting against her massive mounds. His huge orange cock had lost some of it's length, but none of it's gargantuan girth. His sac had shrunk as well, and looked to now be the size of two basketballs.

Both of them were breathing contentedly, as Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, Applejack, Big Mac, and Pinkie Pie, approached the drenched duo. Out of the group, Applejack and Big Mac were the cleanest, as Sweetie, Scootaloo, and Pinkie, had been right near Rarity when the 'explosion' occurred.

"Wh-whut in tarnation just happened?" asked Applejack, a little shell-shocked from what she had just witnessed.

"Look," said Scootaloo, pointing to Applebloom's right flank, almost buried from sight beneath her breast. "Is, is that-"

"Hmmm," said Pinkie, wiping some white liquid from her lips, and sucking it off.

Before anyone could stop her, Pinkie dove to her knees, and after a few moments of struggle, hefted part of the enormous breast away from the girl's flank. The movement made Applebloom moan loudly.

"*gasp*," came Pinkie's voice, as the mass of bosom hit the dance floor, causing Applebloom to moan louder. "I wonder if that also means-"

And scrabbling across the messy dance floor, she reached for Coral's pants, and without asking the passed-out stallion for permission, she unbuckled them, and pulled them down, past his knees (causing more gasps from the messy crowd, and a few ponies to faint as well)!

"I was right!!" She giggled, jumping to her hooves, and spraying everyone with some of the white liquid that flew off her outfit. "Everypony, guess who just got their cutie marks!!"

Author's Notes:

Well...that was quite a ride!

The further long I've gotten in writing these stories, the more it can seem a struggle to keep the juggling balls in the air.

So far, this has been one of the longest chapters I've written. I almost thought of cleaving it in two, but it leads to such a crucial development in the lives of our two lovers, that I decided to keep it all together.

This is a very important chapter in the story, despite it seeming like 'nothing' really happened...and that was one reason for the struggle.

I mean, how do you make selling cider for 3 days, entertaining? As we saw in the "Super-Speedy Cider-Squeezy 6000" episode of MLP:FIM, they blow through a day of selling cider in 3-5 minutes.

Underlying the dance, is how Coral is just so horny to be near Applebloom, but he has to keep himself in check...which leads to that massive bit at the end of this chapter. I know some will probably chastise me for not committing at least 2 dozen paragraphs to agonizing over the slow rise of AB's bosom growing rounder, or Coral's balls getting more swollen, but we do have a story to tell.

As usual, writing for Rarity, Sweetie Belle, and Scootaloo was fun. Giving Rarity some 'cougar-like' tendencies helps add a fun bit of humor to the story, and having Sweetie and Scootaloo is always a treat (though I still am trying to give Scootaloo more of a role, Sweetie Belle is just so easy for me to write!).

I do wonder if some of these scenes may incite some more fanart of the couple. For those of you who have seen Coral Leaf's art commissions, I'm sure you know where I pulled some of this story's imagery from.

Well, off to continue the struggle, that is future chapters...what is in store for the massively-endowed couple next?