epilogue(?) (Love is in Bloom)

>The glow of Anon's DS seems to brighten as the thick, dark clouds coat the sky
>Noticing the quick pace of the thin moonlight's eclipse, Anon looks out his temporary bedroom window
>Willikers
>Nothing can be made out at all beyond ten feet, the world immediately outside the house consumed by void
>Until one moment, a might flash tears the world from the black grip, the electric white thread scarring the blackened sky
>But with the same speed that it entered, it vanished, the illimitable void rushing back to reclaim the world
>Secnonds later, the deep crash of thunder booms, echoing through the still air
>He imagines that he ears a small cry during the prolonged rumble, but shakes his head, dismissing it as imagination
>The darkened world turns Anon's thoughts to sleep, and he turns his head toward the clock
>11:11
>Two thoughts race across his mind: the first of needing to sleep, the second of wishes
>He decides to turn himself in for the night, but not before wishing for somebody
>Somebody to hold tight, his heart forces the words through his mind:
>"I wish I had somebody to hold."
>He almost cringes at the lonely pathos of the wish, then calms himself with the undeniable truth that nobody had heard him, and nobody ever will
>His secret safe, he turns off the DS, zips of the foot-to-neck pajamas Big Mac had lent him, and tucked himself in
>He shifts in discomfort from within the giant pajamas: he thought he'd try it, but in the end, they were just too big
>As he pulls off the covers, the first step in his plan to take them off, His door swings open

>He leans up in his bed, terrified at the sudden intrusion
>A soft light burns somewhere in house, lending just even brightness to make out a figure in the doorway
>Before he can identify the black shape standing between him and the twilight of the hallway, the shadow moves
>It rushes him, like the frantic dash of a football player in beast mode
>A peal of manly trepidation exits his mouth, while hands fly up too late
>The figure is upon him, the shadow smashing into his chest
>He falls backwards, setting his arms on the terror on him, before a quiet sound shakes him out
>It's... whimpering?
>His adrenaline is pushed to the side while he regains conscious thought, curiosity overcoming base fear
>He can barely make out the figure in the darkness, but the feel of the hair, the length of the body lying on his...
>"Apple Bloom?" he asks quietly
>Arms reach to him, cling around his neck, the next whimpering sounding like a "yes."
>"Apple Bloom, what's wrong?"
>The girl pulls herself up, her face now right before our hero's.
>"He can see the faint shimmer of amber eyes on pale white lakes
>Her lip trembles, opening as if to say something, then closes
>She crushes Anon in a hug, their lips grazing as she propels her head forward in her desperate cling
>Even through his deepening concern, Anon notices the touch
>His heart stirs, but not wholly from sympathy
>Still, he wants, needs to make her feel better, so he covers her back with his own arms and pulls her tight.

>His arm removes itself from her, just for a moment, to reach out and turn his bedside lamp on\
>It's a dim lamp, bathing the room in an dark golden light, not unlike the eyes of Apple Bloom
>Instantly the red of her hair grabs his attention
>She pulls back, blinking at him in the dim light
>Her face, inches from his, tilts down.
>"Ah-Ah'm scared of laghtnin'..."
>He finds that slightly strange, her being fifteen and all, but there's no point in compounding her shame.
>His hand finds her chin, lifting it up again, bringing her eyes to his
>"You got nothing to be ashamed about, Apple Bloom. I'm here for you."
>She smiles sadly at him, her relief hammering away at the deeper-than-expected shame
>His heart almost bursts when he sees her smile, rejoicing at the thought of being her protector
>"I love you," he whispers, the words matching the rushing red feelings
>"Ah love you too," she whispers back, her loving eyes staring into his
>She blushes, and catches her breath, tilting her head chest-wards
>Her legs, previously topping his, slide down the outer side of each of his
>Her hands remain on his chest
>Her thin nightgown ripplesin her relaxing motions, then once more as she sits up
>The sliding of her body over his growing erection is felt, and a blush fills his cheeks as well
>"Oh!" she says as she rises, now looking down at the flat laying Anon
>Her hands move towards his billowy pajamas, grasping the metal zipper near his neck

>She pulls the zipper down, exposing his chest and pelvis
>A thin breeze alerted him to the member sticking out of the hole in his underwear
>Hands fly down to correct the mistake, but are brushed away by Apple Bloom
>She stares down at his hardness, then lets out a big breath
>"It's okay, I know it gets like that."
>And with that, she hikes her legs up and pushes them down the tubes of his pants
>Halfway through each one, she lies on his stomach and pushes herself down, her feet just barely reaching the air
>The pressure of soft fabric pushing against his head, his breathing quickens as he thinks of the shape pressing upon it
>Her gown is now halfway off, and she, realizing that it's become a shirt, scoffs in distaste
>Not wanting a curtain draped over her midsection, as the bunched up lower part had become, she grabs the sides and lifts it off
>A thin bra covers her goods, and lies flat once more on him
>Anon, meanwhile has been breathing hard since the zipper first came down, and saw no reason to stop
>Every movement has the light touch of her groin brush his, the thin fabric barely a barrier
>She apparently notices this, as well as his hard breaths, and pulls up, her head hovering above his
>Instead of saying anything, her gaze falls into his own, and she spends an unknown amount of time gazing into the eyes of her cousin
>He gazes back, a hunger long surpressed rising in him
>It takes the reigns, and his mouth raises, meeting hers in mid-air
>Her eyes pop open the the sudden touch, the light brush of a tongue asking entrance, but she doesn't lift her mouth off

>His hips start moving back and forth and he kisses her, bucking her softly
>She returns the kiss, a mess of ready coals igniting within her stomach
>Her hips meet his, and she's pressing against him with more than the weight of gravity
>Her lips open, not a second before his tongue makes its entrance, exploring the girl he's loved so much
>Her kiss rescinds just slightly in her smile at the invader, and she welcomes it with her own
>The two lie liplocked, tongues passing in and out of lover's mouths,
>Need boils in him, and he rolls over, now on top of her
>She squeaks as her position changes, but grins up when she sees his hungry gaze
>His arms, out of the unzipped pajamas prop his body a foot above her, while hers lie crossed above her
>Driving her elbows into the bed, she leans up and touches her chin to her breasts, the thin strap of the bra seen
>Leaning up on only one hand now, he fiddles for a moment with the clasp, the breaks it open.
>Anon lowers himself on his elbows, forearms now free to release her perky breasts
>They're gorgeous
>Perfectly rounded, big for her small frame, they bounce just a bit as the two slowly press their crotches together in an absentminded dance
>His mouth descends, a swirling tongue meeting the nipple
>He sucks and licks, softly bites, and kisses her perfect tit, then moves over to the other
>She moans vigorously, clasping her hands on the back of his head and pushing him further in
>One of her hands clasps over her mouth as a short cry escapes, though it wasn't loud enough to bother Anon's passionate loving
>Finished for the moment, he lifts himself off, replacing her mouth-covering hand with his lips, once more entering into that lustful tango

>His fingers descend, tracing spirals on her body as he nears her shaking pelvis
>Fingers slide over bone and a thin patch of hair before they stop
>Her looks her in the eyes, a questioning look in them
>She doesn't hesitate to grip his hand and push it down, his fingers coming to rest on her
>Awe replaces love for just a moment, his fingers covering her vagina, being coated in her abundant juices
>He's struck by the moment, by the sheer intimacy of his fingers on her most private place, and he smiles to himself, the luckiest man in the world
>But he doesn't stay too long, and immediate begins pushing into her
>She gasps, closing her mouth tightly as her body convulses
>His forefinger goes to the first knuckle, then out, a handful of times
>He repeats to the process to the second knuckle, then all the way, the whole time enjoying the indescribable texture
>Each entrance has her thrusting, pushing her delicate body forward and down onto his fingers, each exit has her follow, her eyes pouting at even a temporary distance
>He works his second finger in, the slides in and out slowly
>At her lessening gasps, he begins to pick up speed, causing her breathe to come quickly
>Now slamming his fingers into the beautiful girl, her gasps and moans can almost be heard through her hand
>And at one perfect point, her body halts at the peak of a thrusting arc, a loud eek breaking through the hand
>She falls back down, panting heavily after her thunderous orgasm

>He leans over her head to softly kiss his beloved cousin, but is but with a headbutt
>"Shit!"
> they say at the same time, Anon's hand covering the hurt cheekbone
>"Sorry! I gotta go!"
>Anon barely has time to ask why when's she's already exited his pajamas
>"AJ probably heard that! she's gonna check on me!"
>His pain doesn't distract him from the danger, and he nods his head
>Still, he wishes she could stay
>"Hey."
>She looks up from her frantic dressing, meeting his soft eyes
>"Can we..."
>He trails off, not sure how to ask the question
>Her rush holds for an intermission, and she walks over to his mostly naked form, shaking her hips
>Her hand reaches out and takes ahold of his still throbbing member, rubbing it gently
>It sets him wild, and she knows it
>"Well, you and Ah ain't even. It'd be awfully rude of me not to visit again..."
>She draws each word out, her words turning him on almost as much as the firm rubbing
>At the end, she leans down, giving the tip a long slow kiss
>And with that, she winks at him and hops out of the room
>He hears her door close after his, and smile stupidly
>The big grin rests on his face, as he slides deliriously into erotic dreams of his new lover.