Love.

I stared into Sugar Belle's eyes, with our snouts scrunched together, and couldn't have been happier. Even "nope" and "yup" failed me as I surrendered to the mare I loved.

Of course this wasn't the first time. Cheerilee had been the previous love of my life, and then there was Caramel Apple when I was a little colt, and didn't know that family was off the menu. Was this true love? Powerful love? Was it the kind of love I could devote myself to for the rest of my life? Maybe, maybe not. But it was love that felt right now.

"Would you like to bake something with me, McIntosh?" Sugar Belle's words made my belly tighten, although I was too much of a gentlecolt to let anything lewd show.

I rubbed my nose slowly against Sugar's, and prepared my most classic, and favorite replies. "Eeyu—"

A loud knocking on the front door of Sugar's shop stopped me halfway through agreeing to "bake a cake" with Sugar Belle. Although knowing her profession, it was probably even odds as to her meaning sex or actual baking.

"I haven't got anything to sell after you and Feather demolished my shelves." The little giggle that Sugar made after nearly anything she said tickled at my ears, and I nodded to her. She walked slowly over to the front door, and opened it. "You?"

I blinked. "You?!" I took a step forward, feeling my anger boil up. Feather Bangs stood in the doorway and looked right at me. "You've got some nerve comin' back here!" Another big step, and my hooves were practically driving against the floorboards like they were a bass drum.

"I'm sorry." Feather's words caused me to freeze. They were practically the only thing he could have said that would save him from being shown how far I can buck. "I guess I got a little carried away, and I wanted to show how sorry I was for my poor behavior."

My attention was fully on Feather Bangs seemingly for the first time. All the times I had seen him before, he had been a rival, an enemy. Feather Bangs was gorgeous. His strong jaw was angled just right, putting anypony else I knew to shame. His mane looked tousled, but not messy. Mine was almost always messy, not that I worried about it too much, but his was artistically messy, and it suited him. His body wasn't as heavy as mine—of course—but neither was he slim like a mare. If there was one, single vibe about Feather Bangs, it would be "stallion."

I walked up to stand beside Sugar Belle, but didn't want to crowd her. We were in her shop, and I had forgotten that too many times—to my detriment—to risk it again. Though I wanted to stand between her and Feather, and growl out a dismissal, I had to respect Sugar.

"Show us how?" Sugar Belle's words held all the skepticism I held for any plan of Feather Bangs'.

"Well,"—Feather drew his lips up into the perfect smile—"Stereo, Glamour, and Smooth wanted to put on something special for Equestria's newest couple. Dinner, music, relaxation?" The oddest thing about him was he was spending that smile that had made mares' knees wobble on each of us evenly. "What do you say?"

"No wooing?" Sugar Belle was more on point than I was, but truth be told I would have just told him no right away.

Feather Bangs shook his head and looked to Sugar. "No wooing. No cooing. And I won't even try to kiss you." He lifted one hoof and crossed his chest. "I promise."

Sugar Belle gave him a little nod. "It was a little fun having two stallions fight over me. But I have made my choice." Her warmth pressed against my side, albeit a little lower down on my body than hers.

I looked down and to Sugar, and nodded. "Eeyup."

"Perfect." Spinning around with all the grace of a dancer, Feather Bangs trotted out of the house. "I'll send one of my boys when we are ready. Don't wear yourselves out, now." His short tail revealed more than any stallion should, but kept decency intact by a hair's breadth at most.

I felt a gentle nuzzle at my neck, and snapped my eyes from the retreating stallion's back end to look at Sugar Belle.

"I guess we're going, then." Sugar's words held a tiny fraction of surprise, but I could hear a lot more curiosity than anything else. "Might be fun!"

"Eeyup." Pulling at my thoughts, I dragged myself away from the night ahead and fixed firmly on the cute mare beside me. "What about that baking?" Her eyes lit up at my question, and she squealed fit to shatter glass.

When Sugar Belle galloped into the back room of her shop, I heard pots and pans clanging together. I wasn't sure if I was disappointed, or relieved that she actually wanted to bake.

Apple cupcakes. Apple pie. Apple tart. Apple turnover. Apple dumplings. Apple brown Betty. Apple cake. I had seen such spreads of apple products before, but I hadn't cooked them, and from what I understood it normally took more than one afternoon.

"I just love making all these things with your family's delicious apples!" Sugar Belle was prancing, and I'll be darned if it wasn't the most wonderful thing to see after what Feather and I had put her through. She practically floated from one oven to the next, and somehow never got mixed up about how long things needed to be baking for. "But there's one Apple I haven't tried yet…"

My eyes widened as I realized the implications of her words, and that she was giving me a very come hither look, helped me work out what she wanted. Carefully putting down the tray of apple brownies I had just lifted from the oven, I took two steps and we pressed snouts together again.

It might have started as a nuzzle, but Sugar tilted her head just enough that our lips pressed together. Closing my eyes made thinking about kissing Sugar Belle easier. Our lips moved and felt out their opposites, but it was a shrill, high-pitched voice that caused us to break apart.

"When're we goin' home, Big Mac?" Apple Bloom was standing in the doorway to the shopfront with her two friends behind her. "We really should be getting' home if we're gonna make it before sundown."

"Nnope. We are having an evening together." I tilted my head a little to the side, indicating Sugar Belle. "I'll take you fillies home tomorrow." I gave a firm nod, confirming that my plan was set in stone.

Three hot cookies lifted magically from the tray and began floating to the fillies. Of course, it was Sugar Belle's magic doing the lifting. "You girls can stay here tonight and look after my house. We shouldn't be too long."

On the farm, everything was done with muscle. The amount of Apples who were unicorns could be counted on four legs easily enough, and not a one of them lived at Sweet Apple Acres. Not that we would trust magic there, what with how many times Twilight Sparkle had caused a problem with hers, or the time Starlight Glimmer attempted to make friends, but sometimes a little magic would be helpful. "Eeyup!"

There was no arguing back from the Crusaders, not with mouths full of hot apple brownies. Sugar Belle sent a second floating to each filly. "Now, do you girls think you could make some waffles? I have some stewed apples left over you could—"

"Not Sweetie Belle!" I thought I was the only one who yelled it, but Apple Bloom and Scootaloo did as well.

Sweetie Belle puffed out her lower lip and looked up at Sugar Belle with dangerous eyes. Eyes that attempted to instill confidence that Sweetie Belle could cook without burning down every house in a town. "I'm not that bad at cooking…"

"We'll handle the cooking. You put the apples on the waffles." Scootaloo trotted forward and took charge of the waffle iron that Sugar Belle floated towards her. "Thanks!"

Sugar beamed at Scootaloo, and the smile was so natural and perfect I would have basked in it. "You're welcome. I wonder where our—"

"Uh, excuse me?" A voice recognizable as one of Feather Bangs' friends came from the front of the shop. "Feather sent me to let you know we are ready for you both." I looked to Sugar, and she nodded back to me.

Walking out to the front room together, I saw a pale-green-coated unicorn in a deeper green shirt and a pink cap. He had little sweatbands around his cannons, and looked nervous.

"We're coming!" Sugar Belle's voice sounded like she was almost ready to break into song, and before I knew it she had. The moment she tapped her hoof to an imagined beat, I saw the green unicorn perk up.

Sugar Belle lifted her voice. "A long day is done, and the evening barely begun." To my shock, Mr. Green tapped a hoof in time with her beat, and hummed a backing tune to it.

My eyes widened a little, and I was all set to stomp through the song and break it, but there was a twinge in my heart and my head. I opened my mouth. "A long day is through, and my evening is all for you." I blinked, not realizing I was going to sing until the last moment.

"A long day together, and thought it was stormy weather; our hearts are true, from me to you; Big Mac it's over to you!" Sugar Belle's voice was amazing, and if it wasn't for the song pulling me on, I would've stopped just to listen to her.

The oddest thing, though, was the strange unicorn. He sang softly, under our voices, and each lyric we added seemed to make him walk with more confidence. I let the song carry me, take me on a musical journey with Sugar, but when both our voices trailed off, we were at a big wagon on the edge of town.

There was a single table laid out. Candles, glasses, cutlery, and the appetizers decorated it. A purple-maned earth pony, with a white towel thrown over one foreleg, stood to one side of the table. But it was Feather who leapt from the big wagon and pranced (there was no other word for how he walked, his legs rising high with each step) over to our escort. "Glamour Trot, you sang with them?"

"Master Feather, I couldn't help it!" Mr. Green, now revealed to have the name Glamour Trot, looked worried. "I didn't meant to—" I blinked at the full-lipped kiss Feather Bangs gave Glamour Trot. Their snouts met, their lips collided, and I watched as Glamour's eyes fluttered closed.

But it was a short kiss, despite the ferocity it seemed to embody. "I know they both sing well. You supported them?" In response to Feather's question, Glamour could only weakly nod, his eyes barely open. "Good. Good."

Feather Bangs spun to face Sugar and I, and I felt as if he were appraising us, looking for something an ordinary pony wouldn't see. When I blinked, my mind decided to remind me of what he had done only a moment earlier. His kiss had been so sudden, sharp, that he could have dived forward and embraced Sugar Belle or myself before either could react.

"I trust you enjoyed your walk? Would you like to take your seats? The meal is about to begin." A glint shone from Feather Bangs' eyes, and I—being my sister's brother and all—thought I could detect a hint of humor at something he wasn't saying in them. "Stereo Mix, Smooth Vibes? Please see to our guests!"

Purple Mane had bowed when Feather said "Smooth Vibes" which left the brown-furred pony as Stereo Mix. Smooth circled around and pulled out the chair closest to me. Feeling as awkward as ever, I climbed on the seat and leaned forward a touch so Smooth could push it in behind me. Across the table, Sugar Belle had just received similar treatment.

"This is really nice." Sugar looked across the table at me, and all over again I fell for her gaze.

I stared back, at Sugar, and the first thing I could think of to say, of course, was, "Eeyup." My hoof moved on its own, and I picked up one of the little bread sticks that were on the table. Munching on it, I was enthralled by Sugar Belle, and didn't notice when a bowl of soup was set before me.

"The first course should impress, with simplicity not excess." Feather Bangs' line could have been a lyric, and probably was for all I knew. I looked at the soup, and inhaled. Potato and leek. A soft sound came from the wagon, and it took me a moment to realize it was Glamour Trot playing a slow tune on a guitar. But it wasn't until Feather started to sing that I felt my heart lift in delight.

"You two were apart, but when you fell from that cart; I could see you were destined to be, but my heart was too blind to see." Feather Bangs' music made it easier to just relax and eat. We didn't need to speak, it would have ruined the song if we had. Before I knew it our main course was gone, and dessert too, but Feather kept singing. "Now I don't want to separate you, but my friends want to see you two; they want to feel everything about you, and take what they love and need too."

I slowly got up on wobbly legs. I couldn't think too clearly, but Smooth Vibes led me away from the table, to a tree not far away. My heart seemed to beat faster, and though I knew Sugar was walking the other way, with Stereo Mix, I didn't feel alone. I turned to look at Sugar Belle, but a small noise from Smooth drew my attention back. I turned to face him, and our lips met.

Stallions had never seemed sexy to me. Stallions were big and strong, tough to boot. I liked softer ponies, mares, but Smooth Vibes was soft. His kiss was like silk, like—like somepony I had kissed recently.

"Why don't you lay your head down, throw away that frown; and leave your worries back in town?" Feather Bangs' voice wafted, carried by the guitar Glamour played.

Looking at the stallion—still kissing me—I made a deep, soft noise in the back of my throat. Our lips parted, but only so I could lay down on the soft cushions that were scattered around. I had never been so close—so intimately close—to another stallion before. Smooth lay down before me so that we were close enough to kiss again. I opened my mouth, but forgot what I was going to say a moment after his lips found mine again.

I groaned this time, my voice sounding needy even to me. I tried to push my tongue forward, to taste him, but he was ready for that. The warm, exotic taste of Smooth's tongue slipped past my defenses, and I felt him work around in my mouth. Closing my eyes, I didn't see when he lifted a hoof to my shoulder, and the sound of singing and a guitar made what little protest still existed in my head go silent.

He moved. I moved. I was positioned onto my back, and Smooth Vibes stood over me. I couldn't open my eyes until he broke the kiss. His tongue pulled back last, tugging free of my mouth. I tried to say something, I tried to open my eyes, but I seemed to have no control.

Smooth laid little kisses down my neck, more insistent ones down my barrel, until he found his target. I couldn't say a word, but I could groan in bliss when he kissed the head of my shaft. I was barely free of my sheath—still quite soft—but Smooth worshiped me. Bathing my length in more attention, I whimpered when he started to go lower. I wanted more, I wanted him.

One of my balls was suddenly somewhere tight, warm. I squealed like a filly as I felt Smooth work my left testicle around in his mouth, sucking on it, and humming to Feather Bangs' song. The tightness was gone, and I heard Smooth make a happy sound. He quickly repeated his adoration on my other ball, and again got me to squeal in delight.

I had never, in my whole life, felt as good as Smooth made me feel. When he let go of my scrotum and inched up my body so that his face was in view, I couldn't help but lean up to nuzzle at him. I was just about to fight the song and say something, when I felt him under my tail. My eyes widened in surprise, but the music was so relaxing, so calming. It wasn't cheating if he did it to me.

The end of what I assumed was his shaft pushed at my tail-hole. I arched my back and squirmed in an odd mix of delight and adoration. I wanted him. I needed him. It wasn't just about the imminent sex, I just wanted to be near Smooth, Glamour, Stereo, and Feather. Especially Feather. His was the voice in my ears, as Smooth Vibes pushed himself into me.

I wanted to yell, to scream, to beg for more, and to tell him to never stop. But my voice was silenced to mere grunts and groans. I couldn't say a word, not that it mattered. Smooth lived up to his namesake, and with a long, consistent thrust, was pressing his groin to my rump.

Smooth Vibes was so much smaller than me, but somehow he seemed every bit the stallion. He proved his maleness in a most ancient and animalistic way, he started the most carnal of acts. I whined as he pulled back, and huffed as he thrust home. His shaft was smooth, and felt slick enough as it could glide all the way in without a hint of soreness—although that could be the size difference too.

Between our barrels, my own shaft was being rubbed constantly by Smooth's motions. I wished I could have lasted longer, but each of those long strokes created an inferno of pleasure, and the firestorm seemed to rush forward, right into my shaft.

I screwed my eyes closed when I felt the fire deep in my body focus. It was a storm of lust, and each thrust Smooth Vibes made banked it higher and higher. Feather's song stole my attention. Calming notes eased me back from my edge, and held me in place.

My orgasm was paralyzed, trapped in the song that trapped me. I wanted to fight it, to struggle to regain control, but Feather Bangs had already sung that right from my head. I looked down at Smooth's face, and when a hot rush of fluid warmth rushed into my rear, I kissed his lips, and orgasmed.

I stared up at the evening sky. My sides were heaving, and despite the pressure of Smooth atop me, I didn't feel trapped at all. Liberated, free, and safe, sure, but not trapped. It wasn't the first time I had gotten off, of course, and wasn't even the first time I had been with another pony, but Smooth Vibes was the first stallion I had ever been with.

Tilting my head down, my lips were met by Smooth's, and I felt like I had no inhibitions. The feel of a stallion atop me, inside me, kissing me... My mind couldn't help but call up Feather Bangs' form, how perfect and masculine he had looked.

A prod at my lips stirred me back to the moment, and I opened my eyes to see Smooth Vibes pressing his tongue past my willing lips. He tasted me, he stretched his tongue and tried to fill my mouth as he filled my rear.

With any hint of an inhibition lost in the sea of music Feather and Glamour wove, I started to whimper and mewl for more. The kiss broke with Smooth pulling his tongue back out, and then he started to slide down my body.

The heavy, stretching mass left me, and I keened for its loss. Soft lips paraded and marched down my barrel and stomach, cleaning my fur and making me writhe in anticipation. His lips made contact with my softening length, and I arched my spine and moaned, but he didn't stop there. Each touch of his mouth trailed down my length, then over my balls, and finally he crossed my perineum.

I gasped in delicious bliss when Smooth's tongue caressed around my anus. The noises I made had nothing to do with polite company, and everything to do with my surrender to lust. Whinnies, grunts, and even bellowing wuffs issued from my mouth; I was an instrument that Smooth Vibes was playing, and he played me well.

"You're having fun?" In my deliriously happy state, I barely recognized Feather Bangs' voice. I opened eyes I didn't know I had screwed shut, and saw his lips come down to mine. Smooth Vibes had been a good kisser (in my limited knowledge of stallion-kissing), but Feather was amazing. Softer sounds than I ever thought I could make bubbled up and spilled from me. He was hungry, and my mouth was meal—his playground. I never wanted another pony as much as I wanted Feather Bangs right then, and I felt something rise up inside me.

"You want this, you want more." The way Feather spoke, I didn't know if it was a question or a command. I didn't care, either way he looked to continue. "You are a curious stallion, my crunchy little apple. Your flavor is divine, but there is more to you."

His lips were brushing mine as he spoke, leaving the conversation as more of an extended kiss than anything else. Even as Smooth Vibes pressed his tongue into the hole he had claimed moments ago, I had all my attention on Feather Bangs.

"You intrigue me, my delicious apple. Stay with us tonight. Stay with us and we can explore more things." Feather's words were like liquid silk. I gave the smallest of nods, and while part of my mind tried to remind me that there was somepony else who I should check on, another kiss from Feather banished that voice.

I tried to get up and follow Feather, but another lick that ended with Smooth's tongue inside my anus felled me. I gave a soft whine and looked down at Smooth Vibes. Feather Bangs saved me from my fate. "Smooth, ease up for now. I am sure after a little chat my little apple's butt will still be there for the licking." Smooth backed off, and I scrambled to my hooves, feeling like a foal again.

Walking towards the wagon where Glamour Trot's music still originated from, I realized how much smaller than me the other stallions were, how much sleeker. Despite the size difference, there was nothing feminine about them.

"If you can focus on Feather, I will pick up where I left off." Smooth spoke so softly, and somehow in time with the music, leaving me buzzing with excitement for what I would find within. I wanted Feather so much—to feel his touch, to feel him—that I practically jumped into the wagon.

Inside the large wagon seemed a completely different world to outside. Stereo Mix was already reclined beside Glamour Trot, and the two were kissing while Glamour's magic kept a guitar playing. Smooth Vibes had prepared a soft-looking pile of cushions to one side, an obvious depression in them just in front of him being the perfect spot where I could lay down and let him have at my rear.

But the far end of the wagon was where my eyes were captured. Feather Bangs was getting dressed. That is, he was dressing himself. Long, sheer stockings pulled up his back legs, clipped to a garter belt just forward of his hips. He turned and looked over his shoulder at me, and my heart thudded faster and faster.

"Somepony likes looking pretty, too." Feather Bangs turned around fully and walked up to where my spot was. The way he folded himself down would mean I could lay my head across his back legs.

I moved, the music dictating my steps, and when the spot that had been prepared for me was under my belly, I carefully sank down. Immediately, two things happened: Feather Bangs reached a hoof to my head, stroked my mane, and guided me to lay across his lap; and Smooth Vibes worked his head under my tail again. I was completely okay with both of them.

"I can read ponies, my little apple. I can read them and know their deepest desires from a glance, but you have hidden depths." As Feather Bangs spoke, he gently stroked my head.

Behind me, Smooth returned to his prize, and started circling my anus again with his tongue. The dance his mouth performed on me made my legs go limp, and my mind melt.

"Mysteries intrigue me, my little apple. What is it about a pony in stockings that had your blood pump so hard that your member struck a beat upon your belly?" The question Feather asked me unlocked something, and I hadn't even realized I couldn't talk. Not that it mattered, I hardly ever have anything to say, and tonight that went double. "Tell me."

The command broke through my stoic silence, and I opened my mouth. "Ah like wearin' soft things." Dozens of times where Applejack had cooked up some contest or another came to mind. "She knew what Ah liked; it was why we were always making with the silly challenges. I lost a lot. I never knew where she got the things, but somehow Applejack always had a dress in my size, or a bonnet."

Feather Bangs made a happy sound deep in his throat. It was a rewarding sound, and it had a positive effect on me. "Soft things. Dresses, stockings. Your sister must love you." The little voice that didn't like Glamour's music screamed at me, telling me that I had said things that I hadn't meant to. It was silly, of course I was happy to tell Feather everything.

I adjusted my back legs a little, and lifted my tail as high as it would go to allow Smooth Vibes free rein. "She's the best, but Ah never fit into the nice things, not since I got my cutie mark." A brief flare of annoyance for my destiny-defining cutie mark rose, and was quelled at Feather's touch. If I was a cat, I knew I would be purring.

"You are a big apple, aren't you? Have you ever thought of talking to somepony about changing that? You could be an adorable, bite-sized apple… with a little magic." My ears perked forward, straining at the words Feather Bangs was saying. I wasn't sure I followed, but he seemed to suggest that somepony could change me, and make me smaller.

"But then Ah couldn't pull the plow and do all the heavy work on—" A stroke to my head stopped my mouth, and I let out a little sigh. Smooth's tongue was swirling around and around inside me, the pattern almost hypnotic in its consistency.

"You live on a farm with your family?" Feather's words earned a nod from me. "And haven't any other apples ever taken some time away from the farm?" My mind rolled over the longest time anypony had been missing, when Applejack had been gone before Twilight Sparkle came to town, and to every time since that something had taken her away for a day or more. Apple Bloom had helped, and we had kept up with the work. I nodded to him.

Feather Bangs didn't say anything—he didn't need to. My mind raced, and I realized that in all the years since Applejack had been going on her adventures, I had barely been away from the farm for a day at a time. And even the times I was away, I was usually doing stuff for the farm.

Smooth Vibes' nose pressed in firmly to the strip of skin between my dock and my anus. I could feel the wind of Smooth's breath as he breathed in my scent. Knowing that another pony could have such enjoyment just from pleasuring me was a big boost.

"My big apple, I could do this for you." Feather leaned down and pressed his lips to the top of my head. It was a simple touch, but somehow more intimate than what Smooth Vibes was doing. I trembled, and felt his mouth press closer to my left ear. "But you will have to join us. The magic takes time."

I wanted to tense up in shock. The offer was a literal dream-come-true, if Feather could do it. But despite my shock, I simply couldn't break the grip of relaxation the music, and the stallions, held me in. I opened my mouth, but didn't know what I was going to tell him.

"Don't give me an answer now, my big apple. Tonight is for pleasure, and tomorrow you have to take those precious fillies home." Feather spoke right into my ear, right into my heart. "A week from tomorrow, if you haven't come to me with your answer, I will have it."

If Feather Bangs had loosened the grip his music held on me just a fraction, I would have begged him to let me stay. I opened my mouth again, but something was blocking words from coming out. Something caught my attention, though, and I refocused my eyes to look at a hefty, green shaft.

Glamour Trot had turned just so, still kissing Stereo Mix, but now his penis hovered just before my nose. A strong, musky scent filled me, and my eyes drifted half closed at how good the unicorn smelled. Opening my mouth, I extended my tongue as far as it would go in the hope of wrapping around him.

I barely managed to stroke the underside of Glamour's length. The taste was just as strong and virile as his musk had promised. I squirmed a little, but with Smooth Vibes maintaining a grip on my plot, and Feather Bangs stroking my mane, I had very little play. Glamour's shaft almost touched my snout now, but I still couldn't secure it.

The music settled into a new beat—a slower beat—and though my thoughts slowed with the song, it was paced just right for my tongue to lap at him. It was so easy to just relax and let the music guide me. I could lick at Glamour, let Feather Bangs pet me, and still surrender to the all-prodding tongue of Smooth Vibes.

Desire for the stallions swelled ever higher, and the only thing I lamented was not being able to reach Stereo Mix. Though my thoughts became fuzzy, the sensations never would.

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