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>You've recently moved out to the country, and your only neighbor for miles around is this big farming family
>You and the cute redheaded girl have been hanging out for a few weeks and you've quickly realized that while she's gregarious as fuck with her other friends, she's a bit more quiet when she's alone with you. Shy isn't the word, but she just seems perfectly happy to let you decide things. eager even.
>"What'cha wanna do, Anon? Ah'm up fer... just about anythin'"
>You consider whether she's trying to hint at something. Surely that's not possible, that's just what you fantasize girls would be like.
>Then again, it's not like she has access to any other boys. Could that explain her behavior? You decide to test the water
Hey um.. Apple Bloom.. Do you ever.. yknow.. 
>Crap, this is hard to improvise (no really)
>"What?" She puts her hand on your leg "Anon, you know you can talk to me about any ol' stuff, right? Ah'm not gonna laugh atcha or make fun, an' I don't really know anyone to tell even if you say sump'n embarrassin'"
Umm... I was just thinking about.. Like... what do you sleep in?

>she puts a finger to her lips and answers as if that was nothin' "it depends. This time a' year, ah just put on a big t-shirt. Might or might not have any britches on depending if it's real hot. When it's cold, I've got a couple pairs o' flannel pajamas. Is that what ya wanted to know?"
D'you ever uh.. sleep naked?
>"Mmmm, no ah don't think ah ever sleep nekkid Anon. D'you?"
>Not sure where to steer the discussion but just enjoying the topic, especially hearing her say 'nekkid' in her cute accent, you answer
Oh yeah, e-every night.
>You now realize you're going to have to bump your "occasionally" up to "every night" so it retroactivelly won't be a lie. The briefs you're no longer going to be wearing as sleepwear are feeling less roomy than usual as you muster up the nerve to continue the conversation
I mean it's no problem after all, doesn't bother me, e-even if somebody sees by accident or something.
>"Ah suppose not! If'n it's just yer family there's nothin' wrong with that. Granny Smith tol' me back in her day there wasn't no plumbin' so they filled up a washtub in the livin' room an' everyone in the family just took their turn."
>You would actually be slightly embarrassed if anyone in your house caught you in the buff, but it occurs to you, not as mortified as some people act. However, it's not your family you're thinking about...

>Fortunately your skinny-legged crush appears to be able to read your mind. "Ah wouldn't mind bein' nekkid in front of you neither, Anon."
>you internally spit your drink, but outwardly show little reaction.
R-really?
>"Ah think people make too big a deal 'bout that. 'Specially city folk. Ain't any clo-reen-ated swimmin' pools 'round here anyway. Y'just find a crick, strip off, and hop in with yer friends. Don't need those nylon swimsuits"
>What she didn't say outwardly is that few kids over the age of five actually skinny dipped in mixed company. The swimsuit part wasn't a lie, but everyone she knew swam in their undies. She had actually bought a "training bra" (more of an abbreviated tank top) purely to use for swimming, as she really had nothing to support. But Anon is new to this neighborhood, and that's a good opportunity to make her OWN rules

S-so do you uh.. can I see you? I mean uh, like if we were going swimming..
>You gulp. your heart's pounding like mad. You've never actually gotten to see any real bare skin in person, even though you've kissed a few girls. Apple Bloom is already showing a whole lot of creamy pale yellow flesh, dressed in just a stereotypical white work shirt and short shorts. They're not denim cutoffs or anything, but it occurs to you those would be extremely uncomfortable while providing none of the protective benefits of jeans. She's also barefoot, something which you might find embarrassingly hickish in a guy, but with her gives off the air of a fairy or a nymph or something. Even the bow in her hair is reminiscent of fairy wings.
>Bloom reacts as if you've asked to see her backpack or something. "Uh huh. Sure"
>she looks around the barn you've secluded yourselves in, confirming its emptiness, and undoes her hair ribbon, setting it neatly down next to her.
>"Only, um, the rule is, you've gotta be nekkid too, so it's fair n' even. That way we're just friends skinny dippin', an' you're not just a peepin' tom"

>You start by pulling off your shirt and kicking off your shoes. This is evidently enough of an act of good faith for AB to resume undressing
>She seems to care a lot less for her other articles of clothing than she did for her ribbon. That was probably a special gift or something.
>She undoes the tied-up tails of her shirt, then switches gears, stands up, and pulls her shorts down. Lifting one foot out and using the other to kick them aside.
>She hopes the sight of her "britches" (plain though they may be) will distract Anon while she hooks her fingers into her training bra at the same time as her shirt. In this way she can toss both aside in one go, and not invite the questions (that she erroneously thinks Anon would bother to ask) of why she wears it if she supposedly swims in the buff.
>You're mesmerized by her body, neither of you even the slightest bit selfconcious about how your physiques might stand up to your peers, nor concerned with how openly you both stare. Instead you're obsessed purely with the naughtiness of the situation, and each thrilled by the perception that the other has no problem with it whatsoever
>She pauses, standing in her undies, and taps her bare foot slightly
>Oh right, you stopped.

>Any hesitation you may have had is gone in the face of getting to spend time next to a naked Apple Bloom. You reflexively drop both pants and briefs in the same motion. It occurs to you later that it's weird how people tend to remove their underwear separately in stripteases, even in porn meant to be semi-realistic
>Standing there sporting an erection, you begin to feel slightly self-concious, and quickly sit down, awaiting the final removal
>Apple Bloom unceremoniously shimmies out of her panties and stands in front of you, with her legs tightly closed. She's not trying to hide herself at all
>There she is, a real specimen of a girl. And even better, one you've enjoyed hanging out with and playing. A girl seemingly without any kind of barriers. You drink in the whole picture. Her extremely messy red hair spilling onto one shoulder, matching perfectly with the extremely sparse strands growing on her V.
>"Um, Anon.."
>You spread your knees apart a bit. Only fair she should get a look. You're almost feeling bold and proud
Yeah?
>She sits down and spreads her knees apart too in reciprocation. "ya still got yer socks on"
>The irony, since you certainly didn't have cold feet. You remove them, just so the nudity is complete. Do girls even care about that?

>You both sit in silence for a minute, breathing kind of heavily.
>"What'cha wanna do now, Anon?"
>What indeed. You hadn't thought that far ahead. Really you don't want to interrupt the view you have, but you don't want to bore her either. Is she enjoying the view as much as you are? Does she want to.. fool around? You can't believe your luck so far, and don't want to push it
>Maybe it's the air of exposure, and ice more broken than an unlockable playable boss character, but you feel you can speak your mind somewhat
I just want to look at you. You're really beautiful, Apple Bloom
>her pale skin immediately flushes dark pink, spreading from her cheeks and ears, across her chest and stomach, and even her girl parts. "Ah am?" she puts her hands to her cheeks and looks down, before changing to a more proud, chest-thrust-out pose. "Well then, you can git a real good look. Come closer"
>She leans back and puts one leg up on the haybale she's sitting on, exposing her entire.... what kind of cute southern appellation does she use for it, you wonder? Coochie? Kitty? Surely not 'vaginer' or 'vaginny', she's not a HICK, but a belle.
>"ya want me to open it up so y'can see inside?"
>she's making you work for it.

Um, yeah.
>She idly reaches a finger down on each labium and pulls them apart, showing a bit of shiny pink
>"It's only fair, everythin' you've got's all out in the open fer God and everyone to see."
>You sit widemouthed looking at her most hidden place, trying to remember all the labeling from the badly-xeroxed handout in sex ed. The only part you could ever see clearly in those was the anus. What was that even doing there? Stupid sex ed handout artist. Probably never even seen a real one. Now you have, and you suddenly feel like a real man
Y-yeah, it is.. Um.. If you want to see it up close..
>You stand up and point your genitalia a few inches from Apple Bloom's blushing face. Is she drooling? You thought you caught that.
>"You're a real sight too, Anon. Ah-ah mean ah've seen a barrel o' pickles, but... not this up close."

Um, so.. now we've seen each other..
>"Yeah"
>before you can even broach the subject of what's supposed to happen next, you hear some kind of cowbell rung repeatedly, and the distant voice of Apple Bloom's older sister calling "AAAaaaapplebloom, come in for supper now!"
>"Guess ah gotta go." she grabs her discarded clothing and begins awkwardly tugging it back on
>A few thoughts randomly flicker through your mind as you redress:
>Dinner bells are a thing?
>Is Apple Bloom going to have boobs like her sister in a few years?
>It's a damn good thing she didn't walk in on you
>But you got to see everything before being interrupted.
>Oh shit, what if this is the last time?
>Do something!
>Instinct takes over and you grab a topless Apple Bloom in your arms, hold her tightly to your chest, and kiss her. Just for a few seconds, before letting her go.
Um, I really like hanging out with you.. Next time maybe let's go somewhere a little more secluded
>The stunned redhead takes a second and finally reacts. "Ah'd like that"
>as she adjusts her shirt and opens the barn door she winks at you and whispers "Howbout we make it a rule, anytime it's just us, we get nekkid right away"
>The door shuts
>You think you won't be needing that magazine under the bed for a few days

____

>This is it! You've been looking forward to it all week!
>Your parents are out of the house all day, and Apple Bloom has agreed to come hang out in your room.
>You haven't felt this excited since.. well, since yesterday, when you THOUGHT she was going to hang out with you at a special spot in the woods, but at the last minute she couldn't make it. You understood of course, family stuff, but you were still disappointed, which only enhances the perfection of TODAY!
>Even better, because it gets to be in your own house! You're pleased to have the home turf comfort, but you remind yourself to make sure AB feels comfortable
>Your heart has been racing since you woke up, and you haven't gotten below a soft-on. You masturbated pretty early yesterday when you heard the disappointing news, thinking about how it would have been (that magazine under your bed is getting downright dusty from disuse), and haven't done it at all since. The last thing you want is for the refractory period to make you look anything less than manly.

>The knock at the front door gives you a jolt you haven't felt in some time.
>As you go downstairs, you briefly consider answering the door naked, just to set the tone... You're too chicken. It might not even be her, after all.
>Oh it's her alright. All not-very-many-feet of her. Some red hair (that appears to have been tidied up a little). a big pink bow. coppery red-gold eyes. A long, loose tank top (with nothing underneath) that wouldn't hide a thing if she moved around at all. A pair of microscopic short shorts, only the very bottom hem visible. A pair of long pale yellow legs, and a pair of bare feet at the bottom. She came over barefoot again. That's so damn cute for some reason. Like, kitten-cute. Even though you're the same age, you seem to feel a bit of paternal feelings mixed in. Like if she was an animal or a baby, you'd be compelled to pet her and make cutesy voices at her.
>"Hi Anon! Um, yer house looks real nice!"
>She's been here before, but probably felt pressured to say something. You see a slight nervousness on her face that contrasts slightly with the utter lack of hesitation she showed in the barn last week.

>You have to remind yourself that last week really did happen, even if it FELT like a dream. You and Apple Bloom really did take your clothes off. You actually looked at each others' genitals up close. And (somehow most excitingly of all) you kissed her and she didn't recoil in horror. She actually agreed to spend more time with you, specifically in the altogether.
>You still feel like it's important to make sure of things one more time
"Hi! It's great to see you again.. I had a really fun time in, uh, in the barn with you.."
>"Me too, Anon. You're nice" That tiny simple honest compliment fills you with incredible glee. "that's why ah came over. Ah wouldn't just do that with anyone.." This is the absolute truth, you are the first boy she's spent considerable time with, and despite your young ages, Apple Bloom feels eager to make up for perceived lost time.
>The two of you head up the stairs. Though she has been to your house before, for a sort of 'meet the neighbors' group family dinner, she has never been inside your room. You open the door, emblazoned with a Killer Flanksteak poster, and chivalrously gesture for your young companion to enter while you hold the door for her

>She walks past a few other posters to your main collectibles shelf. "Wow, Anon. You got a lotta action figgers!" You appreciate her use of the specific term. somehow 'toys' just sounds childish
>Just when you think she might be patronizing you, Apple Bloom actually picks up your Hyper Lord Tirek figure and deftly removes and replaces part of his armor, showing surprisingly adept knowledge of.. well nevermind that now. Point is, this girl is marriage material.
>You sit down on the bed and start taking off your socks, hoping she remembers-
>"Oh yeah, our rule!" She says, somehow knowing that it was your idea too, even if you never said it out loud and she came up with it independently, and was the first to voice it.
>"Ah should've prolly gotten nekkid right outside the front door n' been standin' there when you opened it." she chuckles to herself, while she pulls off her tank top, exposing her meager but beautiful chestal assets.
"Hahahaha! I was thinking the same thing!"
>"We're both a coup'la pervs" she says while dropping her shorts. Did.. did she go commando? You don't see any panties.
"Were you not wearing any.."
>"Ah decided not to waste any time. Oh no, did you wanna sniff 'em or somethin'?" You actually can't tell if she's teasing you, genuinely sad for you, or both. "Ah've heard of guys doin' that. I wonder what that's about.." Before you can answer, she reaches down, takes the briefs from the pile of clothes you've made and brings them up to her face
>"Y'know whut? That does smell nice." She picks up your shirt and inhales deeply. "You smell good, Anon. Maybe since we already looked at each other, we should give our other senses a try."

>You nervously wonder if 'taste' is going to come up, but before you can figure out a way to lead things in some fun direction, Apple Bloom takes the lead.
>She grabs your hands and holds them out for a moment, looking you up and down. You do the same, trying to etch every inch of her skin to memory. Especially the bits that differ from your own anatomy.
>She then pushes you back down onto the bed, kneeling down herself, knees intertwined with yours, and presses her chest into you. "Jus' hold me for a little while, okay? Mah heart's goin' like a jackhammer an' i don' wanna pass out"
"Did my scent do that to ya?"
>You wrap your arms around her, instantly wishing you had done more pushups so you could really impress her with your grip. "Shut up" she playfully answers, burying her face in your right clavicle.
>You smell her hair. It must have just been washed. You can pick up hints of apple, but not real apples, something someone added to a shampoo. You move your head down and lift up one of her arms, taking a deep inhale just like hers. There's something in her scent you can't identify, but it's different from anything you can remember ever smelling. Something special. 
>Your erection, which had already gone up to full mast at the moment she touched her front to yours, throbs at the mysterious hormonal stimulant. It taps her gently on the knee, leaving a sticky spot behind. You hope she doesn't notice it. You haven't even noticed yet that she's doing the same, and will be leaving a lot of her scent behind on your bed later.

>"Anon..?" Apple Bloom inquisits quietly, pulling away gently from you and looking you in the eyes
>Her face is bright red, the blush spreading over her ears and over her entire breasts, where they had been touching you.
"Yeah Apple Bloom?"
>There is nothing in the world she could ask you right now that you wouldn't answer yes to.
>"What parts o' me do you like.. aside from the obvious bits."
>You couldn't be happier with the direction of this conversation. Somehow the only thing better than looking at naked girl body is talking about it. Honesty has done you well this far, so you decide to risk embarrassment
"I like your feet... Um, and your hands. Just the way they're so little and slender and you go around barefoot everywhere.. You're like a fairy."
>You hope she doesn't think that's weird or it makes her self-concious or anything. It sounded weird, right? You couldn't possibly say something like that to any other girl. You once told a girl in 3rd grade that she reminded you of a bunny. She didn't remotely find that flattering, but that's how you meant it. For some reason, later, a teacher took you aside and asked if you "had said her name sounds like apples", as apparently there had been some kind of offense and a lot of suspects were being grilled about it. Like maybe a weird kinda telephone game situation had happened? Weirdly enough here you are with a girl whose name literally does sound like apples. Speaking of, you wonder if she likes your adam's apple or what
"What about me?"
>"Ah like your chest, an' your shoulders.. they're all broad and... this thing here, I dunno what it's called" she traces her finger along your clavicle.
"Collarbone I think"

>You sit there in silence for a little while, a little less distracted this time by your concepts of how forbidden it is, feeling a bit more natural. A thought begins to grow in both of your minds, relating to just how natural it is.. This time you take the first step
"Do you.. umm.. know how it all works? M-my uh, I mean, a guy's body"
>"Oh sure" she brags, returning a bit to the yarn-spinning mode she utilized when you first broached.. breached? broasted? When you first brought up the subject of her sleepwear or lack thereof. "Ah know all about it." This isn't actually a fib, Apple Bloom has watched every phylum of animal in Sweet Apple Acres doing what it does to continue its species. In some cases, really closely. She's watched its end result, too, on more than one occasion.
>In addition to that, she and her friends Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle have had a lot of very steamy discussions at sleepovers about how sex works among people of the BIPED persuasion (upon hearing this mild bit of cleverness from Sweetie's mouth, AB briefly thought she was talkin' bout one or two different kinds of confused alternative folk put together). Scootaloo in particular had some very.. graphic explanations and some tall tales of her own, which her friends HOPED she hadn't actually participated in. That the stories tapered off and became more about other people over time indicated that she was probably trying to sound cool when they first met, but did so less as they became closer friends.
"M-me too. I mean, they taught us everything in school."
>you were going to try to make it sound like you had a lot of experience with girls, but the words just didn't form, and you defaulted to an enhanced version of the truth. You figure you might as well spill it
"Actually, sex ed was terrible. Couldn't make out a damn thing from those diagrams. Heaven FORBID they should let us see legible pictures of something we all fantasize about 24/7"

>Apple Bloom feels a swell of emotion hearing you bare more than your skin, even just slightly, and amends her previous statement. "Well actually, ah've never seen a feller.. Any kind of.. um.. up close.. stuff." She stumbles, collects herself, and solemnly confesses "Ah kinda fibbed to you before about skinny dippin' with anyone older'n a little kid. An' we didn't even HAVE sex ed!"
"Heh.. we both got excited in the barn, didn't we? I didn't really sleep naked every night like I said.. b-but I have been since then. I felt bad about making that up. (and it feels good anyway, so..)"
>As you look into each others' eyes, you suddenly feel a new connection with each other, beyond just that of a friend you can violate a few taboos with.
>"Ah'd love to learn.. from you. I've sure as hell never seen a guy demonstrate his, uh, his body.. in person, y'know?" As close as you are beginning to feel, neither of you really has the words to make more direct requests. Not yet.
"Sure! I'd.. I'd be happy to jack off for ya."
>You've fantasized about this situation so many times in so many variations, it's positively surreal now. A real naked girl in front of you for you to use as your masturbation fuel, yet you actually feel a lot more for her than you ever have for images in a magazine. Among other things, she's your age. Still, gazing romantically into her eyes stops pretty completely at that point, as your eyes instead wander her body. Her nipples. Her tummy. Her skinny legs, and the faintly-haired bit in between them. That vertical line you're realizing for the first time is just as wet and drippy as you are.
>As you grab hold and start showing her how you pleasure yourself, she spreads her legs. "Um, you wanna.. see inside again?" You nod and grunt affirmatively. She uses two fingers to spread herself apart.

>Apple Bloom's gaze is fixed raptly on your rod as your hand slides up and down. "It's so.. big.. Ah am just lovin' lookin' at yer.."
>You never did think of a name you liked. "cock" is so gross and pornesque. You just default to the most commonly-used one
"My dick?"
>"Yeah! Umm, ah don't know what to say, but it's.. it's really big an' ah'm so happy you're lettin' me look at you while you pump yer dick." Her awkwardness is incredibly cute. Even if her words are kind of forced and artificial, you appreciate the feeling behind them. "Is there.. anything more ah can be doin' to help?"
>You are suddenly so stunned your hand stops moving. She couldn't mean-
>"Would you maybe like to watch me um.. touchin' myself too?"
>Girls do that? I mean, yeah of course they do, but... NEIGHBOR girls too? "It's only fair, right?"
"I'd love to.. Oh god, Apple Bloom, you're so-"
>You weren't even gripping as your orgasm racked through you, probably the strongest you've ever had. A feeling of surprise you haven't felt as intensely since that very first night when you were just messing around with it, not really knowing why it felt so good, bending it in all directions until it started throbbing in a way that reminded you of a pulled muscle, and you almost worried you broke it until liquid shot out and you realized 'oh right, that thing that happens'
>It sure must have been strong though, as when you come back to your senses you realize you've practically painted Apple Bloom in your semen. It's all over her left tit and shoulder, a bit managing to get high enough to get in her hair, and the remainder landing on one thigh

"Oh god, oh shit, I'm sorry. I should have warned you, but I didn't expect- oh shit, where's my soc-, oh no of course you don't want THAT gross thing on you, um, here's a clean one!"
>As your fear center goes into overload, worrying you've just grossed out the first girl ever to spend time with you closely as friends, let alone in something this unexpectedly intimate, you grab a sock from where you usually keep clean ones, in a place where your mom won't think it's that weird if she finds one in your bed afterwards. You dab it on Apple Bloom's thigh, almost unable to meet her gaze
>She starts laughing, but doesn't quite get through the second 'ha'. It wasn't THAT funny that you were that worried. "You're not gross, Anon. You're not a biohazard! Ah knew your jizm was comin' out at some point or another. Ah didn't fully expect it to get on me, but ah don't mind. Really!"
>She takes your hand with the sock in it, holds it to her breast, and gives you a kiss to seal the deal. 
>Somewhere in her mind she considers fully illustrating her lack of revulsion to your fluids by tasting some, but that feels about two steps higher'n the stepladder she's currently balancin' on, an' the height's currently' more'n adequate to reach this here branch fulla apples. Back on the backburner that thought goes.
>"Now ah believe.. ah was about to show you how a girl's bits work. It's a little more complicated than that joystick you've got" she points to your diminished but still turgid honker, depositing enough on your sheets to make a definite stain later. 
>"Go ahead an' get any view you want. No danger of the front row gettin' messy here less'n you actually climb on stage"

>Still reeling from the emotional and hormonal rollercoaster, you awkwardly reposition yourself a few different ways, before settling onto your stomach with your face about a foot away from Apple Bloom's sweet glistening peach, one hand holding up your jaw with the other propping you up.
>"Ah swear, whether it's a pussy or a football game, you men know exactly where you wanna look, and yer eyes get plumb glued to it."
"Damn straight"
>"Now pay good attention, there'll be a test on this later!" She snickers. "Whut ah like to do is.. first just rub on mah lips here.." she illustrates, pressing her fingertips into her labia gently and following their length. "then slowly.." she immediately starts breathing heavily "just put one finger inside." 
>She squeaks. This feels a lot better than it ever did before. Apple Bloom had no doubt in her mind whatsoever that she enjoyed bein' looked at, and made a secret wish to never have to do it unviewed again.
>Her sex grows redder and more swollen as her ministrations continue. You find yourself fascinated at this change, so similar to what happens to your own genitals, but also so different. You feel like an explorer, seeing something hidden that no other male gets to see, and probably nobody else period. Even Apple Bloom herself would have difficulty viewing the changes in her own genital region.
>"Ah um.. Ah've never told anyone this, but when ah was younger, ah used to just hump a pillow or a st- uh, cushion, til ah got off. Most o' the time, ah didn't"
"I guess it really is less straightforward for girls."
>"It was actually Scootaloo that taught me how yer s'posed to do it. Ah mean, she just tol' me, she didn'-" Apple Bloom blushes at the accidental implication of improper foolin' around with another girl. Though actually Scoots HAD done it right in front of her. She felt proud that she didn't act embarrassed like Sweetie Belle, who probably STILL humps stuffed animals, and just looked right at it matter-of-factly.

>"Anyway, see um.. See right here?" Like you could look away. "That's mah clit. Once it gets good and.. ahh.. ahh... ah just gently rub it.. and.." Her scholarly explanations, upon which you've been hanging on every word, really, devolve into a lot of moaning and panting. You swear she whispers your name a couple times, but without voicing it. The smell wafting through the air is absolutely incredible.
>Finally she cries out as if in pain, with two fingers inside of her, each brushing her clit as they follow the path in and out of her little honey pot. The cries crescendo into one sustained note as her whole body convulses, and then falls limp against your bed. This is part genuine reaction and part dramatic play on her part, but any enjoyment she may have been about to get from the trust-exercise fantasy of presenting herself as depleted and helpless is interrupted as she hits her head on the wooden edgeboard of your bed
>"Fuckin SHIT!" She curses, rubbing her head, slightly more hurt than embarrassed.
>You instinctively pull her into your arms and make sure she's alright. The two of you start laughing, amazed at how close you've come from just playing i'll-show-you. Though really, every time you've spent time together prior, you got along fantastically. It's no surprise.
>You both lie down on your bed for a while, nearly falling asleep. The reality of time and normal-life obligations hits you at a certain point, and you decide to make the best of it, not lose track of time and kick yourself later.

>You hop off the bed, grabbing a nude, sweaty Apple Bloom along with you by her hands, and eagerly run downstairs.
>"Where're we goin, Anon?"
"Just.. around the house! How often do we get to run around naked in the house?"
>Taking your rhetorical question seriously, as she dismounts the last few stairs of the staircase in one playful leap, she answers "late at night sometimes, when everyone else is asleep, ah like to just walk around nekkid. It feels excitin' knowin ah could get caught."
>This is something you had done as a younger kid, and something you thought about sometimes.. though in a lot of your imaginary scenarios, it was at school or at a theme park or something.
"Are you serious or are you just trying to make me like you even more?"
>You half-realize this is the first time you've ever actually confessed affection to her out loud.
>"Ah told you, we're a pair'a pervs. You an' me are gonna raise a messa chilluns an' raise em all nudists." She seems not to take this as a serious proposal, but more as direct innuendo about the acts required in order to reproduce said chitterlings. Or is that an abbreviation for 'childrens'? You have some dialect to sort through still.
>In any case, you run with it. The two of you go around the house, acting out normal everyday life behaviors, gloriously nude. Like a somewhat more grown-up version of 'playing house', you enjoy showing her where and how you live, letting her in on your personal life. You make each of you a bowl of cereal, sit on the couch, and watch what passes for TV this far out (until you met Apple Bloom, you were seriously considering hating living out here, primarily because of the lack of cable).
>You don't even care as you both walk in front of the wide-open curtains, as there's nobody around for miles anyway.

>Finally, you realize it's getting late. Your parents won't be home til noonish tomorrow, but Apple Bloom still has to get back before dinner, or rather 'supper'. You wonder if there's totally different dishes involved. Maybe you need to eat over at her house next time.
>"Ah shoot, it's too late now an' ah didn't take a shower with you. Ah always wanted to do that"
"There'll be other times, right? Lots more."
>she beams up at you "Ah reckon so. Anyway ah'd rather keep what you left on me a li'l longer."
>Amazed once more by what a crazy, fun girl you've managed to come within 100 miles of, you give her a good, long kiss before letting her go. 
>She opens the door and actually steps over the threshold before feeling a slightly unfamiliar breeze on certain parts of her.
>"Oh, right. Mah clothes" You aren't even sure if she did that on purpose or what.
>Properly covered again (what was skimpy before now seems tragically overdressed), Apple Bloom gives you a big hug. "Next time ah can wrangle it, we need to go check out that spot in the woods ah talked about before. It's real secluded, y'know." What did this girl have in mind? How is it possible for her to continue to make you happier like this?
>She whispers in your ear "An' Anon.. ah'm gonna sleep nekkid too from now on. So make sure you always do, an' we'll think about each other every night"
>What magazine? You own a magazine?
>After she's really and truly gone, and you've watched longingly as she disappeared from view, you retire to your bed to read some comics or something.
>This bed.. it's better now. It hasn't really felt like YOURS since the move, even with all your posters and stuff in the room.
>You lie back. 
>You realize it still smells of her

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>Oh man. Oh man and woman. Oh manwich. You’re really out here. Apple Bloom invited you over to check out her secret spot in the woods.
>She said it’s not too far, but you know at least it’s far enough that nobody’s going to be able to find you, and that opens up infinite possibilities.
>The first time you hung out in her barn, you can’t believe how far things went considering anyone could have come in at any time; and the second time, at your house, your parents were gone but the possibility of them coming home early did nag at you slightly.
>This time all bets are off. All guards are down. You could put on headphones if you wanted. Why.. why would you? Anyway,
>The leaves crunch under your feet. These woods are weirdly nice and clean, not that hazy kind of bug-infested buzzy pollen-filled woods that look really cool in a videogame or ghibli movie but in real life just make you itch. 
>There’s a little mist in the air, and the temperature is perfect. At least you hope it’s perfect for Apple Bloom. Like, without her clothes on.
>She doesn’t seem dressed like she’s cold. In fact you’re pretty sure that’s called a SUNdress, and you would bet dollars to donuts she’s raw underneath it.
>She hops over a log and it flies up briefly as she lands.
>Yep, you saw a bit of pale yellow buttcheek. A little crescent moon. She has never looked more like a fairy to you, especially in this enviroment. Like a little woodcut illustration from back when people had bigger things to worry about like getting eaten by wolves to bother caring what someone in a drawing was showing.

>”It’s not too far now, Anon” she coos out, probably feeling the anticipation as hard as you are. a cozy scene. “We could actually… well we could start undressin’ now, but maybe it’s best to wait for the clearing so we don’t get scratched up where the sun don’t shine.”
>She giggles at her charmingly rural bon mot
>In fact she’s already watching the ground carefully to avoid minor vegetation-based injuries, something you don’t need to bother as much with as you’re wearing pants, and unlike her, -shoes-. That girl seems to just hate wearing anything below the thigh.
>The truth is, Bloom might have put some boots on today, and normally did for forest adventures (even if she was in the habit of kicking them off as soon as the ground allowed), but after hearing you complimenting her feet she’s felt reluctant to ever cover them in your presence again.
“Hold on, I gotta take a whiz.”
>All this excitement has put a very different tingle in your nethers, one which USUALLY precludes your need to relieve yourself, at least that kind of relief. In fact, normally exciting trips of any kind make you look back and realize you went a whole day without peeing, but some combination of the natural environment, the dewy air, and the huge tumbler of water your mom made sure you drank before going outside today (“Gotta stay hydrated!”) have you looking for a tree to stand behind.
>That one will do. Good and thick trunk. You automatically put it between you and your red-haired companion and reach for your waistband-
>You nearly piss yourself when her cute little face pops around the side of the tree.

>”Do it in fronta me.” She looks at you with a completely serious look in her eyes. If you covered her pursed little smile you could almost think she was demanding an honest explanation or a confession from a suspect caught stealing. “Ya have to. Umm, woods rules.”
>You shrug, realizing she’s already seen you do ‘worse’ with this appendage. You retrieve your Anonschweiger from its confines and aim it at the tree. Apple Bloom beams at it. This is the first time she’s seen your little guy flaccid, actually. Well nearly flaccid. It won’t be at all if you keep this up, then you’ll have even more trouble. Go ahead. Come on now.
>This feels weird. You don’t even like using urinals. That training you’ve given yourself to wait for a round water-filled receptacle, enforced since you were too tiny to use a proper-sized one, is hard to override.
>”Go ahead! Ah wanna see it.”
“It’s hard.”
>”Doesn’t look like it!”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it! Now just lemme concentrate, or I’ll hose you down!”
>She squeals and backs up slightly, still grinning and still peeking around the edge of the tree. After one of those weird shivers, you finally successfully drain the lizard, blushing all the while as this girl you’re rapidly falling in love with watches as intently as she would if kittens were being born.
>Putting it away after the traditional shakes, you suddenly feel the urge to even the score. You pounce on the unsuspecting gangly arrangement of limbs and pull her into a hug

>”Ewww ya didn’t wash yer hands!” She sticks her tongue out at you.
>Said hands press intently on her stomach in an attempt to jostle her bladder “Great, now ah gotta go!”
>Bingo.
“You’re not –going- anywhere though. Woods-
>”Yeah ah know, rules are rules. Yer just as much of a pervert as ah am.” She happily squats down and hikes her dress up a lot further than she needed to, just short of exposing her chest. You also hunker down, to get a better view.
>She actually drank a ton of apple juice this morning with this very thing in mind, remembering the giggles and teases of having to go out in the woods with friends, and once again wanting to change a fun and friendly thing into something more exciting with her new special friend.
>Some twisted sense of turnabout encourages you to keep your composure as yet another first-time sight comes to your eyes, and try to tease her as she did you.
“I suppose this is why you went commando –this- time, for convenience? I thought you were bringing panties for me to sniff.”
>”Shut up!” She razzes as her golden flow slows to a trickle and stops. “Well now you’ve seen a girl pee. You can check that off yer… shoot, ah didn’t bring… well, anything!”
“What’s the problem?”
>”A girl’s gotta wipe after, don’tchu know that? Boys don’t know how lucky they are. Ah wunnr what they did on Gilligan’s Island.. prolly bananner leaves. But ah don’t see any decently big leaves around.. Leastwise not clean ones.”
>You triumphantly reach into your pocket and pull out a tissue. You don’t need to tell her it was used once. It’s not like you were sick.
>”Mah hero!” Apple Bloom plants a kiss on your cheek and makes use of it before tossing it aside. Shit’s biodegradable anyway.
>Suitably abluted and closer than ever, you go on your way

>Finally you come across the clearing. It’s fucking beautiful. Seriously there’s shafts of light coming down and everything. You’re surprised there’s not, like, a mother deer nursing fawns in the middle of it.
>Seeing your awe, Apple Bloom contributes: “One time there was a mama deer with babies sucklin’ on her! Right in the middle of it!”
>Called it. 
>“ ‘Course they ran away when Scootaloo opened her big fat mouth and shouted how cool it was.”
>Brushing aside some fallen leaves, Apple Bloom sits down on a hollow but sturdy log and begins lounging like some kind of yoga cat, just trying to pour herself into the natural beauty. 
>She lifts one leg up super high, exposing her little pussy, then rolls herself to the opposite side and lies down, her eyes never leaving you. “Go on, we can get nekkid now.” You happily oblige. 
>”Would you get turned on if I did some kind of a strip tease for ya, Anon? Like one o’ them hoochie coochie girls? Ah didn’t really plan mah wardrobe too well, only got this..” She slowly pulls the shoulder straps down, exposing her cute chest, and slightly awkwardly slides it off of her butt without getting up. She then tries to kick the dress at you, but it flies about half as far as it should, and goes off-course. “Dangit. Ah wanted to impress ya.”
>A pigeon or some kind of bird makes a bit of noise that doesn’t draw either of your attentions.
“Apple Bloom, you.. you’re beautiful, you know that? I’d hike for miles to get just a secret peep at you through a keyhole. If anyone’s getting a show, it’s you.”
>She blushes at your compliment but eagerly rocks back on her hands like an excited little kid sitting on the newly-carpeted Sunday School room floor as the Manger Babies show starts. Somehow this is infinitely preferable to hoots and catcalls, however ironic.

>A fat squirrel or a bunny or something rustles the nearby shrubbery as you start sexily stripping for your favorite neighbor. You’ve never remotely done this kind of thing before, but whatever embarrassment you might have is rapidly being trained by your brain to ignore when in her presence. After all, the male of the species is supposed to put on the display. That’s just nature, Gunter.
>You jut your legs out whilst removing your shoes, trying to sexily remove your socks in a way befitting lingerie. Apple Bloom claps, you’re really glad she’s not laughing.
>You cut the irony and switch to a bit more Chippendale style as you stretch and then violently remove your shirt. You would probably gladly tear it if it made her smile, but shit, your dad bought you that shirt.
>You try your best to dance while lowering your pants, but as much as those rhyme, they really don’t go together, and you nearly fall. AB doesn’t seem to notice. Finally you slowly drop your drawers, which is a relief because you’ve had a raging stiffy since Bloom’s charms came into view.
>”Helll yeah, give that Adonis some baby oil or sump’n!” Apple Bloom awkwardly tries to comment.
>You walk over to where she is, sit down next to her, and do what comes naturally. You hold her in your arms, this perfect naked Eve of yours, in your very own garden, and you kiss. 
>You kiss the hell out of her perfect little mouth. Your tongue goes inside and traces each of her cute perfect little teeth. Apple Bloom actually whimpers with the sheer pleasure of the act.
>A goddamn badger or something makes some rather more significant noise across the clearing around where you left your clothes, and where the errant sundress landed, but you’re too engrossed in making out to care. You can’t even muster the brain function to consider what comes aft-
>Wait a second.

>A couple of giggles and a flurry of movement are all you catch when you suddenly realize you weren’t alone.
>Thoughts of embarrassment, thoughts of protecting Apple Bloom, all of these try to make their way through your already clouded and crowded brain door, but some deep instinct to protect posessions kicks in ahead of them. You pounce.
>Just at the edge of the brush, you catch a soft white leg ending in a pink hiking boot, and tug it back into the clearing.
>”Sweetie Belle! You were spyin’ on us?” Apple Bloom defiantly inquisits, snatching her dress out of her friend’s hand. At least she thought they were friends!
>Of course it was -her- clothes you got back. You briefly (ha) try to cover yourself, then realize A) she’s already seen everything and B) Apple Bloom’s not bothering, so you’ll stand in proud defiance with her. It’s not YOU who should feel ashamed right now.
>”It was Scootaloo’s idea! I didn’ wanna…. Well I did wanna, but… I wanted to wait and ask you first…”
>”Sorry ‘bout that, Anon. O’course ah told mah best friends about you an’ me. Ah’m sure you’d have bragged to yours too if’n you’d made some yet.” She whispers in your ear “Ah didn’t tell ‘em evrything though” 
>You weren’t going to be mad at her, that’s absolutely right.. The difference being if you’d made some guy friends, you would have –embellished- rather than held back.
“So should we run after Scootaloo?” Thoughts of your sunshineless areas getting poked seem a lot more likely at high speed. 
>”No need” the naked Apple Bloom, looking strangely tougher and less vulnerable than her fully clothed guilty-looking friend, assures you.
>She shouts loudly: ”Ahem! Two words, Scoots: Brown Betty. You want me to keep going?”
>the rustling of a not-badger stops suddenly in its tracks before slowly returning.

>”Like ah said, us friends know each others’ secrets.. An’ that comes in handy sometimes. One of the neat things about these woods is you can shout any ol’ deep stuff and nobody’ll ever hear it.. UNLESS THEY’RE SNEAKING UP LIKE TWO LITTLE..”
>”Oh jeez oh jeez, don’t tell him about THAT!” An even skinnier orange girl emerges, holding your shirt and pants. She never got your footwear, actually.
>”Hate to play the secrets card, but ah’m plumb mad at you two for ruinin’ somethin’ special ah had goin’ on here with Anon”
>”We didn’t mean to ruin anything” Sweetie squeaks. “It doesn’t have to stop anyway” Scootaloo brusquely but accurately suggests.
>”If’n you think ah’m gonna let you off easy yer gonna hafta be more penitent’n that! First thing’s first, get them clothes off.”
>”W-what?” Sweetie Belle has her fists balled up in her face like a scared rabbit.
>”Meh, s’only fair” Scootaloo shrugs, kicking off her sandals and peeling off her tank top, revealing even less of a figure than Apple Bloom. “You’d better go ahead n’ do it, Anon looks strong enough, and I get the distinct feeling he and Bloomers are on the same page.”
>Sweetie turns bright pink and watches her friend yank down her shorts revealing a totally blank pudendum. She’s utterly paralyzed, despite knowing she’s been caught and there’s no getting out of this sticky situation. Oh god she’s still sticky. She can feel how gooey it is down there from watching Anon and his-his-his.. even in her thoughts she can’t say it.

>It’s embarrassing enough at sleepovers, she usually changes into her nightgown under the covers, even while Scootaloo shamelessly holds her ‘biology lectures.’
>Not that she has anything against her friends’ attitudes. Not at all! But she couldn’t bring herself to watch, she just pretended to get sleepy. And now, here, out in the open.. This time she couldn’t look away. Not from the bare orange fields of Scootstown, nor the recently-started embers of Sweet Apple Acres nestled in their yellow valley, and CERTAINLY not from Anon’s… Oh god he has hair too. Look at all that, it’s so much.
>”EEK!” She squeaks as Apple Bloom grabs the hem of her shirt. “The show ain’t free, sister. It costs one wardrobe, an’ you already bought your ticket!” 
>Her hands try to hold down the shirt but she quickly gives up the fight when Scootaloo’s strong tomboyish hands join in. She pushes her down onto the log so she can wrestle off her trendy skirt and pale blue panties in one awkward motion, stopping briefly to tug the boots off of feet that quickly stop trying to kick when they realize it’s futile.
>Apple Bloom undoes and removes Sweetie’s bra, leaving her only in her socks. “Get those too, Scoots. Nekkid means all the way.” You recall AB being a stickler about that, and wonder if it has anything to do with your predilections.
>Marshmallowy arms quickly try to cover squishy developing breasts, but instinctively go to her sides to hold her balance as her more athletic friend lifts up her legs and removes her socks, not-at-all-accidentally exposing her entire soft, puffy vulva. Also, pink painted nails.
>Seeing Bloom holding Sweetie’s arms back as an invitation, your male eyes drink in both of these disparate girls. The ironing-board-flat but toned and muscular Scootaloo with her bald cleft, the soft and huggable-looking Sweetie and the tuft of cotton candy on her mound. Your schwanschtucker starts drooling copiously, leaving a strand like a spider web in the light breeze.

>”Good, it’s all out in the open. Admit it, doesn’t it feel wild?” Scoots nods at Bloom’s assertion, “Yeah, this is rad. I didn’t think you’d be the first to get a guy out here. Good for you, A.B.! I’m hella jealous.” while Sweetie’s blush spreads nearly head to toe.
>”Like what you see, Anonymous?” Scootaloo says teasingly, insinuating that you were named after that famous poet. You do, actually. You’re not sure how much of that to vocalize.
>”Alright now that we’re even, I think it’s okay if they watch. It’s kind of excitin’ ” She changes her tone to a bit more terse “An’ it’s –different- if we –know- they’re –here-“
”Watch… what?”
>”Well, you remember what we did last time.. Ah know neither of us has to fake brag about our experience to know full well that it feels better with another person doin’ it ‘stead’a you. like how you cant tickle yourself.”
>That gives you an idea. You tickle her mercilessly up and down her ribs and the soft spots of her torso below them, copping a feel of her boobs in the process. You actually hadn’t been paying much attention to her chest in your last encounters, being that her extra-special place was right out there and in your face, twice, it kind of took the attention. 
>Now you stop tickling and just rest one hand on her small but perky tits. Tits really is the word for them. What is that, maybe half an A-cup? Why is that AA? Is it like batteries? Why aren’t there C-cup batteries?
>”Glad to see you’re still in a playful mood” AB chuckles as her nips harden from your touch.

“Well I’m just glad you’re not jealous of me getting to see the others naked too.”
>She looks at her two best friends, watching avidly, wondering when you’re going to get down to the real business, but not wanting to say anything and get themselves more in trouble. Then she whispers in your ear “Ah got mah claws in you, Anon. You don’t hafta call me your girlfriend but ah know you’re mine, Apple women can just tell these things. An’ lettin’ the girls watch just feels right to me. Let’s give ‘em a real good show.”
“What, the dancing wasn’t enough?”
>”Say that’s right, you girls still owe Anon somethin’ for gettin’ to see that private moment without askin’..” Your mind briefly races before she completes her thought: “New woods rule: anyone gits aroused, they gotta touch themselves. No hesitatin’, no hidin’ it, right out in the open, an’ no holdin’ back yer voice”
>What is WITH this girl? You’re going to enjoy finding out. A pale yellow virgin hand slowly traces up your thigh, ready to give its very first handjob. Contact is made. You very nearly lose it, having once again foolishly skipped a masturbation session so as to ‘save it’ for her. Come on, Anon, you want HER to enjoy herself too, right?
>Okay, look at something else. Distract yourself. Uh, trees, branches, naked girls- DAMN! Actually, what’s that Scootaloo is doing?
>She scoots over next to Sweetie Belle, whose knees are pressed tightly together. The pointy white cones, still flushed pink, heave with her heavy breathing.
>”You’re not doin’ iiiit” Scoots taunts. “It’s the rule, Apple Bloom said so.”
>”B-but, I-m n-not-“ “Bullshit, I saw STEAM comin offa’ it. Every critter for a mile around can SMELL how turned on you are. And why woudln’tcha be? Anon’s man meat is sitting out here in the open, right in front of your eyes, and now it’s gettin’ worked over.”

>”Only a carpet muncher wouldn’t be aroused by that. Now go ahead and get your fingers in there before I do it FOR ya!” Scoots punctuates with a shove. She tries to split her attention between you and her shy friend as the latter slowly spreads her legs just enough to make room to reach down and rub between her pillowy labia.
>”No stayin’ quiet now. I know you’re a squealer for sure” Sure enough, Sweetie starts moaning, each vocalization ending in a little squeak. Her other hand reaches to her left breast and just gently touches the nipple. Her copious moisture leaks out onto the log.
>”Uhh Scootaloo, maybe stop distracting Anon. You’re supposed to be watchin –us-, remember?” Apple Bloom pipes up, her fingers only holding your hardness gently. Mercifully this brief hiatus buys you some time. “An’ I’m pretty sure you’re plenny geared up too, judgin’ by that li’l jellybean I see there”
>Indeed, the man in Scoots’ little boat was doing his best “standing out of the sunroof of your limo on prom night” impression.
>At her friend’s insistence of “Git crackin’!” Scootaloo puts one leg up on the log and starts rubbing her clit, pulling on its hood roughly while she watches the action going on with you two.
>Applebloom gets a solid grip on your dick and looks right in your eyes. “You don’t hafta hold back either, Anon. Ah know men don’t last that long an’ I wanna show ‘em how you pop off”

>She starts rubbing it faster. Her technique is pretty.. straight up wrong, but it’s working anyway, because it’s her.
>You groan and almost roar as the mechanisms spring into action and send stream after stream of seed into the air, hitting Apple Bloom mainly in the face and getting all over her hand. You’ve never produced that much at once before.
>Sweetie and Scoots pause their ministrations, in awe. Scootaloo has spied on a lot of people fucking. Like, a lot. Like more than she probably should, enough that she could easily get into trouble. But this is the first time she’s seen the “money shot” clearly. 
>Sweetie Belle meanwhile seriously didn’t know it was white. She brings her own dripping hand up to her face, just to check what color her own fluids are. This is a learning day for Sweetie more than anyone.
>Supremely proud of herself, Apple Bloom makes sure both of her friends are watching as she licks her hand clean of your cum. “Not bad, Anon. Wouldn’t frost a cake with it, but not bad at all.” Scootaloo has officially lost the coveted status of most experienced girl.
>”Now, ah might be a mite harder t’operate, but why don’t you give it a shot” Bloom wipes her face off with her other forearm, wiping it in turn on her outer thigh, and turns around, pressing into you with her back. The both of you are kind of messy now and you don’t care. There’s even a wet strand of her bangs that’s going to stick out funny when it dries. You hope you don’t get glued together.
>She grabs your hand and guides it down. You’re genuinely curious to see if you can work out how her pleasure peach functions. You start by rubbing it slowly on the outside. Her moans suggest you’ve chosen the right tack.

>The other two girls resume touching themselves, conciously following your actions as closely as possible, to try to guess what it would feel like. Their moans fill the air, but you pay more attention to making this sweet redhead feel good like she just did for you.
“Is it uh.. okay if I go inside?”
>”Just one” Apple Bloom says, sweating and panting. You oblige and slowly poke your index finger inside her. It’s so hot and wet. You realize you have no idea what to do. What did she do last time? Right, the button at the top.
>You rub it gently, your first touch causing her to react in shock. But she still has her hand on yours, and she’s not moving it away, so you keep going.
>It takes a while, you lose track of time, but eventually the little clearing is filled with the sounds and smells of three girls getting off at once, all either directly or indirectly your doing. Not bad.
>All three manage to achieve toe-curling orgasms (you saw that actually happen!), even Sweetie, who has never masturbated so competently and effectively before.
>You reluctantly pull your hand away from the nicest place it has ever been, including a bag of P.B. Crisps, and check out the glistening moisture.
>In your recent experience, all that is good for a good is equally good for a gander, so you taste your fingers. Okay, tastes like it smells. How are you going to descr-
>”That was great, Anon.” She always knows what to say, so you don’t always have to.
>Scootaloo stretches out like a cat. “What now, my nudes? Play grab-ass for a while? Some dumb shit like that? I’m outta ideas.”
>Applebloom has never looked more beautiful to you than flushed in the afterglow you gave her. “Ah prolly shouldn’t go home lookin’ like this.. We’d best go wash up in the crick.”
>”It’s called a creek, ya heek!” Scootaloo goodnaturedly mocks. “But that’s a good idea. Then I can say I’ve taken a bath with a guy!”

>The four of you carefully walk down the gentle slope a few dozen yards from the clearing, into view of the shady and cool creek. Even Sweetie seems to have lost her self-conciousness, she’s not trying to cover up. 
>You feel playful enough to run and scream like kids, but really the ground is too twiggy here for your bare feet, and you’re all a little tired from your decidedly adult activities.
>You all dip your sweaty bodies into the cool water. Sweetie squeals slightly at the cold. You proceed to wash off the various fluids you’ve accumulated, which doesn’t take too long.
>Scootaloo starts splashing the rest of you, beating her bare chest and hooting with glee. “To us! To the Crusaders! Masters of bating!”
>You roll your eyes a bit at her corny exclamations, but Apple Bloom adds “Yep, that’s us. No shame, no secrets, no swimsuits”
“No inhibitions?”
>You playfully grab the wet and slippery girl in your arms and hold her to your body. She giggles and shrieks . “Maybe a few, but if you have somethin’ in mind, you gotta share. Woods-“
“Right, woods rules. Well…”
>You decide further elaboration is unnecessary and start kissing Apple Bloom on the neck. On the collarbone. Down to her little breasts. You suck on her cute nips, each in turn.
>”Oh gosh, Anon.. h-how far you gonna go?”
>She’s testing you, you reckon. So far she has let you in more than you expected, and put a lot of trust in you. But you think things have gone far enough for one day. That thought, and the ol’ refractory period (which hasn’t stopped you from getting quite erect again in the presence of this trio of water nymphs), convince you to stop after quite lewdly licking and kissing Apple Bloom on her navel, and let her go. After a quick butt squeeze.
>You all have a good laugh and make your way back to the clearing.

>The sun is coming through at just the right angle now to help you all dry off, though each of the girls insists you help out by way of full-body hugging and rubbing their limbs.
>Once everyone is dry, you all reluctantly re-don your clothing. Sweetie Belle is the first to get fully re-dressed, or so she appears. “Wh-where are they?”
>Scootaloo teasingly spins the blue panties around on her finger. “Where’s what? Oh, these? Pff, you don’t need ‘em. I only own like two pairs and I only wear those with jeans. Are you worried someone’s gonna look up yer skirt?” 
>Sweetie Belle’s face puffs up like an angry pokémon whose singing has unexpectedly put its audience to sleep despite that being what it does by nature and how the hell did it ever get any other concept of singing
>She swings her fists at the much more athletic girl and manages to grab her panties back. “Whoa, jeez, it was just a joke!” 
>Sweetie defiantly tucks them into her purse rather than re-donning them, content with having won the small victory over teasing and establishing herself as more than a shybaby. Also her boots are already back on so
>Scoots redirects her attention. “Best day. BEST. Three cheers for Apple Bloom for finally getting a GUY out here! I tried, honest! Maybe if you guys hadn’t been such sticklers on the ‘no dangerous creeps’ thing.”
“Well I’m glad I’m not a dangerous creep.”
>Apple Bloom pulls some still-drying hair out of her face and looks deeply into your eyes with her brass ones once again. Even with all the sights you’ve feasted on today, those are special to see. “Sure aren’t.”
>She leans close, and whispers in your ear “Ah would have let you keep goin’, y’know.. And by that ah mean.. thanks. You’re a real man and a half, and I think ah love yew.”
>To seal this, she nibbles your earlobe and bites you gently on the neck.
“I love you too.”
>you really do! Pretty sure. Words are cheap though.
“Can we… go on a –date- sometime?”
>”Hell yeah.”