Title:           A happy place, Canterlot High has grown a whole lot happier over the last short
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Saturday 29th of August 2015 05:01:01 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 29th of August 2015 05:01:01 PM CDT

A happy place, Canterlot High has grown a whole lot happier over the last short little while. Large parts of the population, while not cloistered by any means, have undergone a sudden and startling transformation. Where once there was an easy but still anxious atmosphere, there now remains only a sexually supercharged air that one can almost taste when walking through the halls. With smoky sirens on one side, and strapping studs on the other, it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together and realize that maybe there are some illicit things going on inside and outside the building. Things Applejack is inclined to take advantage of.
 
“So, Sugar Cube,” she drawls, “why don’t you skip out on the start of marching band practice, and I can show you how good I am with at playing the skinflute?”
 
Leaning over, the statuesque blonde makes sure to shift her shoulders and jiggle her chest about in just the right manner as to catch her target’s eyes. Even accounting for her bent over frame and the young man’s shako on top his head, the tall teen towers over him by nearly a full head; hardly a surprise as AJ is one of the taller students in school. That might change as more stud-ents appear, but for now she revels in her amazonian proportions.
 
The sweat is beginning to pour down the poor boy’s face as he struggles to string together a coherent response. Not quite done yet, but the once hefty tuba player has shed a good amount of weight since AJ first started watching him. And, if his snug dress pants were to be believed, he was certainly packing. The boy takes a deep breath and steadies himself. Applejack licks her lips. And as he opens his mouth to respond
 
A sudden pressure around the blonde’s waist catches her off guard, even more so when she’s hoisted off the ground and set over a familiar shoulder. After the brief stunning wears off, the blonde bimbo grits her teeth and pounds her fist against her abductor’s back.
 
“Mac! Consarnit put me down this minute!”
 
“Nope,” the ruddy headed Apple responds, dull and flat as a corn field in winter. AJ grunts, squirms, and even smacks his back a few more times for good measure, but to no avail. A small sigh to her right causes Applejack to turn and stare at her younger sister, in the same predicament she’s in.
 
“You started flirting with a boy too, didn’cha?” Apple Bloom deadpans, earning a grumble from AJ as she crosses her arms over her chest as they are both carried to the parking lot. The scene, while not common, has certainly been increasing as of late; partially because of Applejack’s increasing libido, but also because since her change, the youngest Apple has taken quite a shine to teasing the boys in her grade, and even those above it.
 
Along the way to the truck, Applejack muses that even Granny Smith has been on the receiving end of a Big Block. Now, he doesn’t throw her over his shoulders, Mac is far too respectful of his elders to do that, but he’s not above gently pushing Granny towards her next destination. Somehow, in spite of his family’s changes, Big Mac has continued on as he always has, keeping them clear from unsavory elements.
 
Except now AJ finds herself wanting those tempting treats; to be able to relish in some good old-fashioned skin to skin contact as she rides some poor boy’s rodeo clown until his hips snap! …Perhaps that example is a little extreme, but that’s only because her brother’s performance as a defensive end would make a pro scout cheer, when all she really wants to do is get sacked.
 
Buzzing her lips, AJ sighs and allows herself to be loaded in the truck alongside Apple Bloom. They reluctantly buckle themselves in as Mac slides behind the wheel and pulls out. The truck bounces along the road towards their home, and all Applejack can do is look wistfully out the window.
 
She’d had plans, once upon a time, after hearing about Twilight’s brother and finally realized that her own family might be affected by the changes she and her friends were making to the school. Initially, she’d hoped that Granny was too old, and Apple Bloom too young, but she was wrong on both counts. But somehow, the one she was worried about losing to some tarted up turbo-slut has ended up completely and totally normal; both by dodging unexpected transformations in school and simply not being touched by the growing spread of the magic, Big Mac remains as stoic and unmovable as he ever has. And part of that really steams her.
 
“Mac,” she starts, earning a sidelong look from her older sibling, “let me ask directly: are you ever gonna stop cockblocking me?”
 
The freckled young man gives a strangled sound and the truck drifts over into the emergency lane. The three teens wobble about for several seconds, AJ very nearly out of her top, before he pulls back onto the road and grunts.
 
“Language. And nope.”
 
With an irritated hiss, the blonde crosses her arms over her chest again and glares out the window. Stupid do-gooder brother; always the moral compass of the group and doing his best to keep them on the straight and narrow when everyone else is having fun off on the sides. Sensing the tension between her siblings, Apple Bloom pouts, struggling to understand the exchange but she is still just a little young to be thinking about such things. Still, that doesn’t stop a rather ‘brilliant’ idea from taking root in her brain as to how she might defuse the situation.
 
“Big Mac?” she asks, waiting for her brother to turn. When he does, the tiny trollop unbuckles her seat belt and lays her head down on his lap. As the young man’s eyes widen, AB bats her own and puts on the coyest smile she can manage, the same one that nearly had a very confused Pipsqueak soak his shorts. “Why are you and Applejack fighting?”
 
Unable to process his little sister’s question, Mac can only gawk for several seconds, at least until they hit the rumble strip again. Apple Bloom squeals as her head bounces up and down against her brother’s lap, delighting in the alien but somehow arousing sensation. After they pull back onto the road, it takes several stern warnings from her brother before the little lady finally scoots back into her seat.
 
Applejack smirks, seeing both her siblings are now thoroughly red-faced, and she can’t be for sure if it’s all embarrassment on Mac’s part. Even with the thick fabric of his jeans suggest strongly that he might have gotten a little turned on. A slow smile slides across AJ’s lips as she leans over top of her sister, much to Apple Bloom’s dismay, and places her chest on display.
 
“Mac,” she purrs, delighting at the sudden attention that her brother is giving the road. “C’mon now Mac, it’s not very polite not to look at your sister when she’s talking.”
 
The heavy gulp is enough to cause the blonde bimbo to rub her thighs together in anticipation. It isn’t that Big Mac hasn’t been affected by the changes in school, from his reaction it’s rather clear that he has; rather, he’s been doing his very best to suppress them. And what a fine job he’s managed so far. But, with a wriggle of her hips, AJ squirms out of her seat an lays first over top of her still grumbling sister, then rests her own head on Mac’s leg.
 
Looking up at him with heavily lidded eyes, she waits until he inevitably glances down at her. And purrs up at him, smiling the whole while, “Mac, if you want to keep me for yourself, all you gotta do is say so. I know it’s not right, or proper, but I can’t deny family.”
 
Her manicured fingers inch towards his crotch, Big Macintosh’s gaze trembling as he glances between her and the road. Breathless, she passes his knee and reaches up towards his zipper, more than ready to see if her well-muscled brother lives up to his name.
 
“If you can’t deny family, then get offa me!” Apple Bloom squeals, kicking her legs and snapping both older teens out of their dick-daze. The moment ruined, and now thoroughly embarrassed with herself, Applejack sits up and moves back to the far end of the seat. Her brother, unblinking, stares down the road ahead.
 
A thousand thoughts whirr in the space between them, but the silence is finally punctuated by their little sister.
 
“Hey Big Mac? Can I sit in your lap?”
 
As her brother sputters, AJ can’t help but smile and offer up a delighted laugh. Changed or not, the trip home from school seems like it's going to become a lot more interesting from now on.