Sweet Apple Acres is dark by the time the four make it back. Dark storm clouds, preparing for the light rain tonight, block out the bright moon and stars, but the ponies know the way well enough to not need Rarity’s hornlight. Still, it being a weeknight and all, they keep their voices to snickers and quiet laughs as they playfully bump against each other.

Rainbow Dash can barely contain her excitement, nearly pinging off the walls before she enters the farmhouse. It takes Doug seizing her from midair and putting her into a headlock to bring a semblance of calm broken only by the frisky struggles of her tail against Doug’s legs.

“So,” Doug asks in a whisper as Applejack starts upstairs, Rarity waiting in the entryway, “how exactly is this going to work?” He grunts as Rainbow Dash tries to kick his leg out from under him, and he knows she’ll try to pin him to the floor if she does.

“It depends,” Rarity explains, smirking to herself as Doug wrestles Rainbow Dash to the wooden patio, knocking loudly into the wall and nearly destroying Granny Smith’s rocking chair, “on whether or not the stallion has already bedded the mare, or mares, that are joining. If he has not, then they would get a night with the stallion to themselves, ending with the most junior.”

“But since I have,” Doug says between grunts, trapping Rainbow Dash between his legs, “what happens then?”

Rainbow Dash grins up at him, ceasing her struggles as her hind legs spread wide. If Doug wasn’t halfway up her barrel she would have made for a very enticing target.

“Traditionally,” Rarity says, rolling her eyes at the pegasus unable to wait until they are even in bed, much less indoors, “you will end with the most junior of the mares.”

“End?” Doug asks, scooching back just a little to rub his hands on the soft belly fur. Rainbow Dash giggles, playfully swiping at his hands.

Applejack bemusedly waits at the top of the stairs, curious as to where they’ll get started. “Come on, y’all,” she says with a hint of impatience; she certainly wants to get to the fun part, too. “Ah promise, it’ll be a lot better in here.”

“Yes, do come inside, Rainbow Dash,” Rarity says, trotting up the stairs.

“Are we at that point already?” Rainbow Dash asks with a huff, bending her way out from under Doug. She gives him a quick, chaste kiss before following Rarity, her stallion close behind.

A door creaks open, Big Mac staring at Applejack. His gaze slowly travels to each mare in line, ending on Doug. He snorts loudly, shaking his head as if that might change the image in front of him.

“Howdy,” Applejack greets jovially, if subdued. Her eyes light like shining stars as she explains, “Ah found out, well, we found out that we’re pregnant!”

Big Mac grunts out something that might have been a congratulations as he takes two steps forward, hopping up and embracing Applejack in a crushing hug. She grins as she hugs back, her brother’s heavy weight a load she’s used to wrestling around, nuzzling his side.

Green eyes glance between the two other mares and Applejack’s room as he pulls back, the slight cock of his head a silent query.

“Ah was thinkin’ we’d take Ma and Pa’s room,” Applejack explains with a flick of her head towards the master bedroom opposite hers.

Big Mac’s muzzle purses to a thin line.

“Ah think they’d approve,” Applejack continues, another soft nuzzle for her brother.

“Eeyup,” Big Mac says after a short delay, taking a deep breath. He chews on his lip for a moment, focusing on Rarity. The unicorn meets his gaze steadily. He turns around, disappearing into his room for a moment and returning with a pillow, blanket, and dark colored bottle of applejack. “Ah’ll be out,” he says as he squeezes past the three mares.

“Stay warm,” Applejack says with a forced smile. They wouldn’t be that loud, would they? Then she chuckles; knowing Rainbow Dash, maybe they would be.

Big Mac stops next to Doug, the two barely able to fit on the staircase. His voice is hard and demanding. “You stayin’?”

“I am,” Doug returns immediately. “For good.”

Big Mac holds his gaze for a few long moments, peering into Doug’s eyes. Not seeing any lie he snorts, a great exhale of hot air against Doug’s body. Then he trots down the stairs and outside, disappearing into the night.

“So,” Doug says to Rarity as he climbs the rest of the stairs, trying to keep the edge out of his voice, “you and Big Mac?”

Applejack’s ears perk at the mention of her brother.

Rarity’s smile never falters. “Doug,” she says carefully, meeting his gaze without flinching, “would it matter if I did?”

Doug pauses for a moment. It’s disconcerting; before he was in a relationship, if you had asked him, he would have said no. But now, faced with the very real possibility that he might not be Rarity’s first, he finds it does bother him. He’s not sure why, exactly, besides the sentiment that sex belongs as the deepest form of intimacy.

“It does bother me,” Doug admits, resigned, “but not enough to affect what we have here.”

Rarity studies Doug’s face for a moment before she nods, her smile continuing. “Then, I assure you,” she says genuinely, “that nothing physical happened between myself and Big McIntosh.” She pauses for a moment, her muzzle stretching slightly. “But, in the interest of full disclosure, I have… measured him.”

“You did what now?” Applejack asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I made a cast of his erect stallionhood,” Rarity discloses. She rolls her eyes as Applejack’s brow narrows. “No, I did not use it myself. Admittedly, the thought did cross my mind.”

“Who would want that?” Applejack demands, nearly burning a hole as she stares down the unicorn.

“I’m not at liberty to say,” Rarity says, her head flicking up slightly.

Applejack stares for a moment longer. “It was Braeburn, wasn’t it?”

Rarity’s smile pulls a little tighter. “As I said, I am not at liberty to say.”

“Fine,” Applejack says, a little cross at the reminder of the unicorn’s occupation. She takes a deep breath, clearing that anger, as she prepares to open the door.

“This is… was my parent’s bedroom,” Applejack explains as she opens the door. In her mind it feels like it should be dustier, the pictures on the walls a little more faded, the quilt on the bed a little more out of style than it already is. But everything is as she remembered from a month ago. A large bed, reinforced and capable of holding three ponies comfortably, four if they didn’t mind getting close. End tables on each side, with a dresser that rolls out from underneath.

Applejack wipes away the wetness in her eyes. Much like the apple and the pear at her parent’s resting place, she imagines they would be happy to see their precious filly like this. This wouldn’t be them desecrating her parent’s memory, but celebrating in their own way.

The farmpony reverently walks up to the bed, taking the heavy, old-fashioned quilt in her mouth and dragging it and the sheet underneath to the hoof of the bed. She takes her Pa’s old hat from her head, resting it on the post next to his old side, a loving smile as she smooths out a non-existent ruffle.

She glances back to the three waiting in the doorway as she hops up, the bed barely shifting underneath her weight. “Y’all comin’?” she asks mirthfully.

Rarity and Rainbow Dash grin as they hop up on the bed, Rarity on the left and Rainbow Dash on the right. They squeeze against Applejack, each laying ponyloaf on the bed, giggling like schoolfillies. As a unit they smile, turn their heads back to watch their stallion, and flick their tails to the side.

Doug, in a bit of a light-headed stupor, walks up to the foot of the bed. His smile widens as he gazes over the three mares. Originally he might have felt some trepidation about performing in front of all three of them. But that feeling is allayed by having walked around town naked for the past three weeks, and the fact that he has been intimate with each of them.

And, most of all, their eager smiles and the unmistakable display of their beautiful bodies.

“So,” Doug says to nopony in particular as he kneels at the bottom of the bed, his thumbs rubbing against his middle fingers in preparation. His erection needs no help to stand at attention, and he watches each mare to see who looks most interested. “I need to cum inside Rainbow Dash, yes?”

Rainbow Dash shudders at the mental image that statement evokes, her marehood winking. She can feel herself getting wet just at the thought of her stallion penetrating into her, unleashing everything inside her.

“Yes,” Rarity says, her gaze steady on her stallion, “but it’s up to you, really.”

Doug’s grin grows wider at the thought, his hands flexing maniacally. “Alright,” he says as he creeps up, lining himself up with Applejack’s marehood. He can see the distinct gulp of the farmmare, even if she’s done this the most of all of them. He groans as his tip presses against the long orange hairs, easily parting them, a jolt of excitement at once again entering his mare’s most sacred spot.

Thumbs circle around purple and prismatic tails, his hands spreading across Rarity’s and Rainbow Dash’s plots, jiggling their flanks as his fingers reach down. Two fingers part the hairs, middle fingers slipping inside. Twin moans join Applejack’s as first one knuckle, then two, disappear.

Inch after inch of rock hard cock pushes inside Applejack’s eagerly awaiting marehood. The farmpony closes her eyes as she imagines what it looks like, his body firmly pressing against her rump as she takes both hoofwidths of him. He rests there for just a moment, letting her get used to the familiar member inside her, and she loves every second of it.

Inner walls feebly grip as he slowly pulls out of all three mares simultaneously until just the tip remains in each of them. His fingers slip down, finding that small nub at the base of Rarity’s and Rainbow Dash’s marehoods, lightly flicking across the tiny beads. Rarity merely smiles, resisting his best efforts to make her scream in pleasure, as Rainbow Dash gives in. Her head drops down to the bed, a base moan of pleasure emanating as her body quivers in pure bliss.

Doug pushes back into Applejack, loving the light grip, not letting up on the other two mares. Soon he has a steady rhythm going, his full length disappearing past orange flanks before pulling almost all the way out.

Applejack grunts in time with the headboard knocking into the wall, a beat she fell asleep to many a time as a filly. She loves it, that special bond between them, and how she and Doug will be sharing that bond with her two friends - no, her two herdmates. The word lingers in her mouth, as delicious as the few times she’s taken him that way, and she can’t wait to watch her herdmates get mated.

She can feel him speed up, his breath quickening, and with great reluctance Applejack pulls forward. She pants as he groans in frustration, hand leaving Rarity to shove Applejack back into place. Yet she rolls to her back, flicking her head to her herdmate. Not the best view to watch him enter her, but she’ll have a great view of the unicorn’s face.

“Oh, right,” Doug says, still in a daze. His hand goes back to Rarity, gently angling her towards him. “Sorry, Rares,” he continues, twitching length easily penetrating her slick walls, “but I’m pretty close.”

“I’ll get another turn,” Rarity says coyly, dismissing him without being dismissive. She can’t help but moan as he hits his limit inside her, her mouth opening just the barest amount as her head rears back. She recovers quickly, Doug limiting his thrusts inside her to something manageable; if she’s not mistaken, a speed he could keep up for hours. Still, if feels wonderful, both his hands digging into her flanks.

Rainbow Dash huffs as his hand leaves her, turning to watch the other two mares. Applejack focuses purely on Rarity, and the unicorn quickly catches on, blue eyes meeting green for a long time. It’s only once Doug pulls out that she drops down, whispering a word of thanks into the orange muzzle.

The hand returning to her flank surprises Rainbow Dash, her body automatically steadying herself after the forceful push. Then a second hand grips her taut muscles, holding her in place as he rams his length inside her.

It takes a second for her to get her bearings back, the quick thrusts nearly overpowering. She can barely focus on anything but the waves of pleasure coursing through her, threatening to send her over the edge in ten seconds flat. She mewls as she feels him tensing inside her, that blessed moment drawing closer and closer. Her eyes open, briefly focusing on the other two mares.

Applejack and Rarity lay one atop the other, muzzles meeting with tender, almost automatic kisses. Their heads twist slightly, and their attention rests solely on her, giddily anticipating that moment their stallion officially inducts her into the herd.

She doesn’t close her eyes, yet only that image remains as her mind goes blank, her inner walls clenching around her stallion’s member. She can barely perceive it expanding, how his fingers dig into her muscular flanks, balls deep as he cums inside Rainbow Dash.

The pegasus comes to as he pulls out of her, limply rolling to her side. Her hoof drops to her marehood and gently presses it closed. Her head flops against the pillow, spent.

A second later Doug joins her. He can’t help but smile despite the exertion, one hand lightly rubbing at Rainbow Dash’s mane as he turns to the other two. “Now what?” he asks, a flicker of hope in his voice that this isn’t the end.

“Well,” Rarity says as she tenderly strokes a hoof along Applejack’s neck, the earth pony licking her lips, doing quite a good job of fanning the flames of Doug’s libido, “if you want, we can keep going.”

“I like this plan,” Doug says immediately, reaching across the two to caress Rarity’s muzzle. The unicorn grins back, nudging Applejack gently but firmly.

“Mm,” Applejack says as she gets up, rolling Doug to his back. He eagerly complies, slick member just starting to get excited again. Applejack drops down to his belly. Her tongue lolls out like she’s about to eat a whole plate of hay fries, licking up every drop of Rainbow Dash’s mare juices and the small dollops of cum still leaking out of him. She can’t help but moan at the sugary taste, mixed with more than a hint of salt.

Seconds later and he’s standing at attention again. She carefully gets up, maneuvering both hind legs to his sides, cock pressing lengthwise across her marehood. She slips her body forward, then back, her own juices coating the light hair of his belly. And then she feels him slip inside her, a quick kiss for her stallion before she rights herself.

It’s an odd position, or so she thinks, not many stallions able to comfortably bend themselves like this. But she finds it’s one of her favorites, riding atop her stallion. Doug certainly enjoys it too, the way he grips her flanks, eyes only for each other as she bounces up and down. It doesn’t get him off as fast as some of the other positions; but, that’s perfect for this, and she’s quite content to listen to his steady breaths and occasional grunt of pleasure.

Rainbow Dash comes to, watching her lead mare leisurely bounce atop her stallion, her hips sensuously grinding against him. Her keen eyes, used to watching the intricacies of a maneuver in flight, trace the lines of her flanks, and how her forelegs are lightly propping her up against his chest. Yet she can’t help but notice how her herdmate Rarity watches with trepidation, lines of worry crossing the unicorn’s face.

“You okay?” Rainbow Dash asks as she slinks over.

“I…” Rarity responds hesitantly, tapping a hoof against the bed. “I’m not as familiar with this position,” she admits, now stroking her leg pensively. “Even two mares like this…”

“Heh,” Rainbow Dash says with a bit of a laugh, “don’t worry about it. Just sit up. You’ll bend your legs, and put a lot of weight on your knees.”

“But-” Rarity starts.

Applejack chuckles as she pulls off Doug, Rainbow Dash eagerly taking her place. “If ya want, you can let him do the work. He’ll probably get off faster that way, too.”

“Alright,” Rarity says gamely, nodding to herself.

Rainbow Dash feels a little uncomfortable in the upright position, especially with the odd sensation of his cum sloshing around. It keeps getting pushed back inside her, then coming down, a little draining out of her body with every thrust and pooling at the base of his penis. It isn't very long before she pulls off, dropping down to kiss her stallion before resting on her side, content to watch her herdmate ride her stallion.

Rarity takes a timid step across his body, a slight grimace at the idea of getting her hoof dirty touching him. Her horn lights, trying to prop up his slick member, except she can’t feel him like she might another stallion.

“Ow,” comes the almost immediate response, and Rarity cuts her horn off with a look of horror.

“I’m sorry,” she gushes out, glancing down to see how much damage she did. Fortunately he’s just holding himself, wincing slightly.

“It’s okay,” Doug says as he guides the unicorn atop himself. “Maybe, no magic.” He smirks as he glances to the other two mares. “Well, with me.”

Rarity grins as Doug starts thrusting, the odd position strangely exhilarating as she gets used to it. Perhaps another night, when they are all together, she can experiment with toys on the other mares while Doug focuses on one of them. But this night would be about him, and them joining with him and the rest of the herd.

The position certainly tires Doug out faster than the others, his hips pistoning him up and down, over and over. Rarity loses herself in the steady motions, only briefly coming to as he speeds up. She loves the closeness, not just to Doug but to the other mares, and how much of an effort he is putting in to make her happy. And she knows she will do the same for him, and the rest of the mares, and the foals arriving next year.

It takes Doug a little longer than before, but the inevitable result still occurs. Rarity nearly topples over as he pushes up, straining to keep himself fully seated inside her as he cums. And then he flops down, her on top of him, white mixing with white as he dribbles out of her. Yet she finds she doesn’t care as she leans down, sloppy kisses wetting his face like her own marehood, at least until he cheerfully pushes her to the side to return the favor.

“Round three?” Rainbow Dash asks chipperly, eyeing Doug’s wet cock with more than a little eagerness.

“Ah sure hope so,” Applejack says, grinning. She has an inkling of what Doug will want, already getting down on her belly.

“Round three,” Doug confirms, making a spinning motion with one hand. “On your backs.”

Each mare quickly complies, Rainbow Dash with a bit of a pout. It disappears as Doug straddles her, his cock still limp. She leans forward, taking him in her mouth, her long tongue tickling his balls as she cleans him quite thoroughly. Even once he’s hard she doesn’t quite let him go, lightly trapping him as she tickles his tip with her tongue.

She only stops once he starts thrusting into her mouth, her moans stifled by his cock. She grins as he pulls out, her hind legs spreading to allow him easy entrance. And plunge in he does, her walls still slick from his earlier deposit. She can feel herself tightening around him, the position clearly the human’s favorite, and she’s quickly feeling why.

And all too soon he pulls out, Rainbow Dash right on the edge. Her hoof hovers above her marehood, but it’s barely required as she watches him disappear between Rarity’s flanks. His hands go from her sides to her teats, her face screwing up in ecstasy, and Rainbow Dash can’t help but feel a pang of envy, both other mares with larger teats and flanks than her. A part of her knows he doesn’t care, that he still loves her, and she loves him, and she especially loves him inside of her. She can’t wait until, well, probably three days from now when it’s her turn with him exclusively, but the others won’t mind if she gets in a quickie during the day.

And then it’s Applejack’s turn, the farmpony eagerly accepting his full length. Maybe Rainbow Dash didn’t notice it before, or maybe it was the angle of the bed, but the headboard starts knocking against the wall. Or maybe it was how hard Doug was going, his efforts with Applejack getting faster and rougher. Pretty soon the mare is panting, her hind legs quivering around him, and with a final heavy pound the room goes silent but for heavy breaths.

Doug rolls to his back, completely spent. Applejack cuddles at one side, Rainbow Dash on the other, while Rarity snuggles next to her lead. An absentminded flick of a tail brings the sheet up to cover them, each drifting off to sleep.

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