The CMC and the apple family stash

The CMC and the apple family store

Early one hot summer afternoon the cutie mark crusaders wander about the Apple family orchard, “What are we doing Apple Bloom?” Scootaloo asks curiously. The trio walk along the pathway leading to the family barn, “Yeah where are we going?” Sweetie Belle pitches in. “Oh just a little somethin’ I found” Bloom replies, the friends walk closer to the barn entrance. “What was it?” Scootaloo asks as Apple Bloom opens the hefty barn door.

“Come on in!” She hollers back to them, Scoots and Sweetie Belle look at each other bemused, they shrug and then follow their friend inside. The fillies look around the wide expanse of the empty barn, hay bales are strewn about the floor and work tools hang from the walls. “All right Apple Bloom what going-“Belle says confronting her friend, Loo interjects as she gasps and exclaims “Is that cider!?” in surprise.

“Sure is, Big Mac and Applejack put it back here to drink for later” Apple Bloom tells her, Scoots licks her lips as she stares at the wooden keg on its side. Sweetie Belle looks over a rather large wicker basket on the floor; sitting inside are scores of brightly coloured red cherries. “Oh my gosh, I haven’t had cherries in like forever!” Belle squeaks excitedly, “Well we got these sent from AJ’s friend cherry jubilee; they’re hoof picked for their quality” AB tells her drooling friend.

“And this over here was sent from Babseed in Manehattan” Apple Bloom says as she walks over to an open crate filled with luscious and ripe oranges, the top leans on the side of the box. “Oooooooooooh” The two say in unison as they look over its contents, “Now we can have a little bit as long as-“Apple Bloom starts up. “I call the cider keg!” Loo hollers as she shoots up into the air; her little wings flapping wildly.

“I got the cherries!” Sweetie Belle cries out as she dashes for the basket of cherries, Bloom doesn’t say anything as she shrugs and then dives into the box of oranges. The trio start binging eagerly with Scootaloo lying under the cider keg, she lines her mouth to the tap jutting out of the front of the barrel. Loo reaches her hoof up to the tap and turns it quickly, a pure yellow stream of cider flows into her mouth.  

Sweetie Belle snatches up a pair of juicy cherries from the bunch; she bites into the thick skin and tangy fluid shoots into her mouth and across her tongue. Then she chews off the other as juice drips down her chin, she savours the taste as she chews it slowly. Sweetie purrs softly as she swallows; she discards the stem and reaches for another pair.

AB grab an orange swiftly and peels the skin just as fast, she holds a naked orange in her hoof and she gazes at it with wide eyes and a wet maw.  Bloom closes her eyes as she devours the guilty pleasure hastily; her cheeks fill up with the mesocarp of the fruit. The juices splatter and squirt in her mouth as she masticates; the piquant flavour engulfs her taste buds. “Mmmmmh” The filly hums in pleasure, she opens her eyes as she chews on seeds from the orange’s core.

Apple Bloom spits out the seeds onto the muddy floor of the barn, and then she flings the skin behind her and gulps heavily. AB takes a breath as well as another orange as Scootaloo switches the keg’s tap off, she gasps for air as cider run off dribbles down her chops. Her stomach begins to whine audibly as Scoots rubs it gently, and then she opens her mouth and she lets out a hearty belch from her system.

Her friends ignore her as they gorge themselves; Sweetie Belle shovels cherries into her gob as Apple Bloom munches on orange. Loo turns the tap back on and guzzles more Apple family cider; all the while her stomach grows and fills up with her favoured brew greedily. Soon small clumps of cherry stems, piles of orange skins and apple juice gather in puddles as the fillies feast, as the food dissipates the girl’s bellies bulge and distend.

Their puny abdomens swell and expand as they indulge themselves, fluid runs down their muzzles and fore hoofs as they chow and quaff down their treats. Their paunches begin to hang low; or in Scootaloo’s case rise high as they near the end of their little gorge fest. Their tummies protrude outwards making it difficult for Sweetie and Bloom to reach the last morsels of fruit. Scootaloo sucks on the cider keg’s tap for the last drops of the delicious drink; she admits defeat and rolls onto her side sluggishly.

Her stomach sloshes loudly as she does so, her new bulge groans audibly. The other two swallow the last of their chosen snacks as their bellies gurgle from over stuffing; they awkwardly roll from their distending guts and to their backs. *hic* “Well” *hic* “That” *hic* “Was fun”*hic* Apple Bloom admits between hiccups, Scoots belches again before saying “Yeah...Awesome” with a smile.

Sweetie Belle doesn’t say anything as her insides burble and bloat. Belle rolls onto her side as she shifts her huge gut, “Sweetie Belle are you-“Apple Bloom starts up. Ffffppppbbbbrrrppppphhhht! Her friends cover their muzzles in disgust as Sweetie Belle rips a big one, “Aaaaaah!” Belle sighs in relief. “Sweetie-“Loo says before belching loudly again,            *hic*” You” *hic* “Guys” *hic* “Are gross!” *hic* says Apple Bloom struggling to form a sentence.

“Oh lighten up Apple Bloom” Scootaloo says giggling slightly, “Yeah I didn’t know those cherries would with give me so much gas” Belle complains rubbing her midsection. Bloom doesn’t say anything as she continues to hiccup; then they don’t so much as crawl but rather roll over to a large hay bale. The trio then snuggle up to each other on the warm straw, eventually AB’s hiccups start to ebb as they all stare up at the ceiling.

As they lay in each other’s embrace their distended stomachs gurgle, with their bellies full and the hot climate of the summer bearing down on the three they start to tire. The crusaders feel their eyes become heavy and their thoughts seem dreary, soon they all close their eyes and begin to nod off. The trio cuddle up as their bodies break down their afternoon snacks, their system’s murmur and groan as the fillies fall off into slumber. Their hopes and dreams to be watched over by the princess of the night.