Rumblemania 21

>Sweetie, Scoots, and Applebloom are lying down near Sugarcube corner, taking in Celestia's grorious sunlight.

>"isnt this just tha best?" Applebloom inquires

>"layin down, taking in the sun..."

>"Taking in the leftover cupcakes from Sugarcube Corner?" Scootaloo butts in

>everyone has themselves a giggle

>Sweetie looks up, she sees a nervous looking colt

>he looks as though he's new in town

>"Hey!" Sweetie cries "who's that?"

>Scootaloo opens one of her eyes and looks over uninterested

>"Oh that's just Rumble"

>"You know him?" Sweetie asks

>"Yeah, he just moved here from Cloudsdale

>"Why havent ya innerdused us? Applebloom questions

>"ugh do I have to?" she says as she gets up, bones popping as she rises

>"YES, uh i mean.. yes" Sweetie says excitedly

>"Hey greyscale!" Scootaloo calls out to Rumble, teasingly

>Rumble flinches, then looks over to where Scoots is

>"I told you not to call me that!" He blushes

>Everyone walks over to him, Scoots runs up and puts an arm around him

>"Guys, this is Rumble. Rumble this is guys: Sweetie Belle and Applebloom"

>"Hi" Rumble Says

>"Hi there" Applebloom says

>Sweetie doesnt say anything, as she is too busy hyperventilating

>Applebee's nudges her

>"Ah-heeem"

>"H-hi"

>"Now that thats over, wanna hang out with us?" Scoots says, in process of giving Rumble a noogie

>Rumble trying to fight her off says "yeah, s-sure, quit it!"

>Scootaloo releases him as they start off to the clubhouse

>The kids chat about uninteresting things as the come up on the clubhouse

>as the clubhouse comes into view Scootaloo says to Rumble

>"You're gonna love it! I built it myself, no help from anybody!"

>Applebloom rolls her eyes

>"Wow! all by yourself? Applebloom interjects

>"okay, maybe a little help" she says sheepishly

>Sweetie again says nothing, she stares at Rumble as he walks, his flank bobbing as he walks

>Shes so in awe of Rumbles rump she bumps into him when they get to the clubhouse

>"eep!" Sweetie gasps

>"Woah" Rumble utters as he lays eyes on the treehouse

>Sweetie holds her nose trying to hide her blushing

>"Oh im sorry" Rumble says, flustered "are you alright?"

>Rumble offers a hoof to her, she takes it and he helps her up"

>"t-thank you..." Sweetie says turning three different shades of red

>"hey!" Scoots bellows "you two looovebirds comin' or what?"

>The both look at each other and giggle

>They race up the ladder into the clubhouse

>"Well here it is!"

>Scootaloo presents the clubhouse in all its glory. Truly a marvel of filly engineering, drawings of dresses, apples and blue splotches line one of the walls. By another wall a large beanbag sits, ready for activities.

>Little does the beanbag chair know, some wacky shenanigans are about to occur in the treehouse, and roughly half of those shenanigans are going to happen on and around itself

>While beanbag worries Scootaloo goes on about how she built the treehouse with nothing but a block of wood, three bobby pins, a water bottle, and a credit card

>Sweetie is blushing like crazy and sweating at the sight of Rumble's not-at-all legal tush while just looks at him and smiles

>no telling what dark machinations involving apples and the colt standing before her are being reviewed in her braincase at this moment

>Scoot's speech winds down gradually as she sees her friends are not as invested in her #humblebrag as she deluded herself into thinking

>"Hey!" Scoots shouts

>Both Sweetie and Applebloom snap back to reality

>oh, there goes gravity as Scootaloo snaps

>"Cant you guys keep up appearences for 10 feather flipping minutes?"

>"Come on Scootaloo, I can hardly wait!" Applebloom whines

>"Yeah come on!" Sweetie squeaks "Cant we skip the speech?"

>"Hey w-hats going on? Wait for what?"

>Obviously Rumble forgot what happens whenever Rumble is brought into a room with any number of females

>Rumble doesn't realize the den of canned heat Rumble just walked into

>Rumble knows not what god has wrought

>Scoots suddenly appears over by the hatch, pushing an armchair on top of it

>It's too late

>you could've stopped it

>The Crusaders surround Rumble on all sides

>"Fine! screw the speech" Scootaloo cries

>It was only delaying the inevitable

>"That's not the only thing we're screwing today!" Applebloom growls

>Somewhere, an crack team of scientists and engineers have built a cliche detecting siren

>and it is defening everyone in a 3 mile radius

>Sweetie is no longer hiding her mad blushing and her marehood is drooling sugar laced flezz

>The group closes in on him, Rumble's eyes dart back and forth

>The terror in his eyes and in his heart could power New York City for three months

>"Get him!"

>Scootaloo tackles Rumble and drags him over to the beanbag chair

>Sweetie is kissing at his neck hungrily as Scoots and Applebloom try to pry his legs apart

>Rumble's blood is rushing out of head and to his groin as his colthood rises to see what the hell is going on

>All the fillies stop as they gaze in awe at Rumbles cock

>Scootaloo reaches out and grasps it between her hooves and maneuvers it about

>"woah, this thing must be as big as my head!"

>She rests Rumble on her forehead, she licks up along his length, sending jolts up his spine

>Rumble shivers and winces "h-hey quit it..."

>Sweetie pecks his cheek "aww look, he doesnt know what to do with himself~"

>She wraps her arms around his neck as Applebait and Scoots play around with him, Scoots nose deep in his ballsack and Applebloom strokes him

 

>The beanbag chair cant even scream

 

>Sweetie plants her lips on Rumbles, sucking at his face and pushing her tongue in his mouth

>Rumble still resists, trying to turn his head but Sweetie is relentless.

>She nuzzles his neck softly, being careful not to break his goddamn neck

>Nipping at him, his defenses slowly fall as he devolves into a shuddering, blushing mess of a grey pone

>"HA- aah- ahh..."

>"hmm?" Sweetie looks down, They started without her

>the cheeky cunts

>Applebloom popped the head of Rumbles pleasure switch in her mouth, sucking lightly as not to spend him too quickly while Scoots licks the side of his shaft

>Sweetie looks distraught

>"hey! don't go to fast!" She kisses Rumble again, "I want him to last~"

>his mind has already been broken

>his body will soon follow

>Applebloom quickens her pace, sucking hard and fast on his pulsing colthood she wraps her tongue around the head and licks along the tip as she pulls back

>Scoots is having a field day with Rumble's balls, popping each plump bulb into her mouth sucking lightly and rubbing his thigh

>Rumble facial expressions should have their own show, twisting and writhing in Applebloom's iron grip, he moans and throws his head back

>In reaction, Applebloom and Scootaloo release him, leaving him with extraordinary black balls

>Rumble panics, he juts forward still in Sweeties embrace

>"Hey, you're not just gonna leave me like this are you?"

>Scoots and Appleblossom just snicker at him

>Sweetie turns his face towards hers

>"No, It's my turn now Rumby" She kisses him deep and stands up

>Red Robin's and Applebee's drag Rumble off of the beanbag chair

>Much to the relief of the beanbag chair

>Sweetie now stands over Rumbles flagstaff on her hinds legs

>[Rumble's throbbing intensifies]

>Scoots holds Rumble's cock steady as Sweetie lowers her dripping wet cunt down onto him, her marehood taking him in inch by throbbing inch, Scoots and Applebloom stroke his shaft as he enters her

>Sweetie rests her self on Rumble's lap, shifting her weight around to get comfortable

>Sweetie sits in Rumbles lap motionless, looking deep into her lovers eyes

>Rumbles stares back, his wings outstretched, he examines her snow white body

>"Hmm~?" she inquires as she takes his face in her hooves

>"Your- Haaaaaaa- unng!"

>"No more words" she says, as sultry as she can with a voice as squeaky as hers

>She begins to thrust her hips forward, faster and faster, harder and harder with each thrust

>Both foals squeak and moan as Rumble penetrates Sweetie and Sweetie squeezes Rumble

>She pushes him over and grinds at his waist

>she holds him down and pounds him into the hardwood floor

>Scootaloo dominating Snapplebloom's winking honeyhole, stuffing her snout into her applebucking friend and chowing down