TwoFourOne Ten - CIRD?

>You want to cum inside Rainbow Dash.

>You realize what a weirdly specific and borderline creepy way of phrasing it that is, but the athletic girl's tight body has been driving you mad with lust since the day you moved to Canterlot.
>Your hormones are feeling particularly over-active on this warm, sunny day, however, and the sporty girl's form-fitting spandex shorts are likely the culprit.
>For anyone bothering to pay attention, the hungry look in your eyes would probably be cripplingly obvious. Thankfully, the party currently raging in the old Sweet Apple Acres barn has kept the crowds sufficiently occupied.
>Laughter and the sounds of raucous merriment surround you, but find any sort of enjoyment in the proceedings seems impossible when you can't help but stare longingly at Rainbow's toned legs and rear every moment they pass into view.

>You shake your head to clear it as you survey your situation.
>Standing awkwardly off to the side of the crowd while ogling a girl's ass like a starving hawk ogles a juicy mouse?
>This has to stop!
>Someone is sure to catch you staring eventually...
>And even if they don't, the semi you're currently nursing beneath your shorts is in serious danger of being noticeable.

>Some fresh air is what you need.
>With a frustrated sigh, you turn away from the dancing mob and toward the barn doors.
>...And bump head first into a pair of soft, cloth-covered mounds.

>"H'woah there, sugarcube! Someone's in a hurry!"
>You take a quick step back as you gaze up over the set of full breasts hovering before your eyes.
>You blush slightly when you recognize the smiling face of your cousin Applejack looking back, but quickly shrug the stupid accident off.
"Oh, hey Applejack. Sorry, I was just about to head outside..."
>The older girl tilts her head quizzically, looking concerned.
>"Everything alright? You're not enjoying your first end o' the summer bash here at Sweet Apple Acres?"
>Her disheartened expression is absolutely painful to see, and you stammer out some quick damage control.
"N-No! No, that's not it at all! I, uh... Just getting some fresh air is all..."
>Your cousin looks relieved, but she still looks you over with concern as she reaches up to feel your forehead.
>"You're not feeling sick are ya?"
>'Typical country family over-protectiveness', you think.
"Applejack, I'm fine! I was just going-"
>Your opposition is cut off by the familiar sound of a raspy voice breaking through the crowd.
>"Hey, AJ! There you are, I've- Wuh-oh. Is the new kiddo not feeling so good?"
>Her violet eyes have a glint of humor in them, but you can only gape in return. Her sudden appearance is paralyzing in your current state.
>Applejack tilts her head again as she looks between you and Dash, giving you a knowing grin.
>"Nah, it's just getting a little too HOT in here for him..."
>There is unconcealed mirth in her voice as she puts heavy emphasis on the word 'hot'. You glower at the hay-covered floor as you try your damnedest to suppress a blush.
>To your relief, however, Rainbow doesn't seem to have been paying any attention.
>"Cool cool. So AJ. Everything still good for my aMAzing guitar performance later? The sound has to be perfect if I'm gonna leave everyone creaming their pants!"
>Your cousin rolls her eyes at the athlete's bravado.
>"Yes, Rainbow Dash... It's not like you've been badgerin' me about it all day..."

>While the two older girls are distracted, you take the opportunity to slip away. Seconds later, you're stepping out into the afternoon sun.
>The sun beats down harshly, but the wide open spaces of Sweet Apple Acres allow a cool breeze to balance the heat.
>You lean back against the wooden panelling of the barn, eyes closed as you breath in the summer air.
>The smell of fields and apple trees is leagues different from the stale air back home in the city. One of a long list of improvements you've come to appreciate since moving here.
>Your old Granny Smith and her trio of grandkids were unbelievably generous in letting you stay with them upon your decision to leave Fillydelphia. Even after an entire summer living on their farm just outside of Canterlot, you feel like a burden to your relatives.
>Their insistence of the contrary has finally started to make you feel a bit more comfortable at least.

>Canterlot's other residents are unfortunately much less acclimatized to you...
>AJ's friends in particular seem to view you as an exotic traveller from a mysterious far away land.
>Their poking and prodding and constant interrogations are only made more difficult by the fact that every one of them is so absurdly gorgeous.
>At least you've been spared the agony of Rainbow Dash taking interest in you. That would be an assured game over.
>Another long sigh escapes your lips.
>WHY must you be cursed with such a hyperactive libido?
>You just want to go in and enjoy the party...
>"Hey, cuz! Whatchya mopin' out here for?"

>You are brought back to reality by your cousin Appleboom's shout, and you look up with a small smile as she approaches, flanked by her friends.
"Hey, Applebloom. Sweetie Belle. Scoots."
>Sweetie Belle offers a friendly wave as Scootaloo smiles shyly at you.
>"So what's up? Yer not tired of the party already are ya?"
>Applebloom furrows her brow at you, and for the second time today you have to play damage control.

"Nono! I just... needed to get some fresh air! The party's great!"
>You laugh nervously at Applebloom's suspicious glare, but after a few seconds she finally shrugs.
>"If you say so. We're goin back in now if ya want to come with us."
>"Yeah, you should hang out with us!"
>Sweetie's excited insistence basically answers for you. How do you say no to that?
>You'd prefer a little more time to relax, but it just isn't meant to be.

>After numerous bouts of dancing, mingling, more dancing, and trying not to let your libido get the best of you again, the girls are dragging you up to one of the lofts above the barn floor.
>"C'mon, Anon! It's almost time for the performance! Let's find a good spot!"
>The four of you squeeze through the mobs of teenagers as everyone crowds in for the show, pushing as close to the makeshift stage as possible.
>As you climb the last step onto the loft, you see the girls pushing their way to the front of the balcony.
>Everyone's packed far too closely together for your liking. Standing closer to the back is more than fine with you.
>"Hey, Anon! Come on over 'n slide in with me!"
>Turning to the source of the voice, you see Applejack waving you over to her.
>The young cowgirl has found a spot off in the corner of the loft, crowded with old wooden crates. Her alcove is completely void of party-goers, as they've all preferred to crowd into the most forward areas.
>Applejack is standing among the boxes, leaning forward and resting on her elbows.
>You squeeze in alongside her, only just able to see over the crate unlike your older, taller cousin.
>You must admit that she's found a pretty great spot here. There's a perfect view of the stage below.
>"Don't have to worry about all the crowds over here."
>You nod in agreement, eyes glued on the stage as the lights begin to dim. A roaring cheer erupts from the gathering as their anticipation boils over.

>The cheering reaches levels high enough to shake the rafters as spotlights beam down onto the stage.
>You briefly think how difficult this would be if Rainbow didn't have such a solid sound system backing her.
>A single loud, crisp note pierces the air as Dash steps out into the light.
>... It takes a few seconds for your hearing to return after the roaring cheer that followed.
>Egged on by the crowd, Rainbow wastes no time in giving them what they want.
>The athlete is grinning like a maniac ass she shreds at her guitar strings, jumping and dancing around the stage.
>Fuck, she looks so good...

>At some point, she starts the provocative movements.
>Long legs and toned rear... swaying and shaking about...
>You cough nervously and step back as your shorts begin to feel a bit tight.
>Beside you, Applejack scoffs, rolling her eyes at her friend's antics.
>"That's Rainbow Dash for ya... Always has to milk everything for that little bit more..."
>You give another nervous cough and stammer an affirmation, but you're far more concerned with the stiffness beginning to tent your trousers.
>Why do your teenage hormones have to be so erratic?
>At least you can be thankful of the privacy in your current location...
>Just wait out the show and everything will be-

>"Heh. Havin some issues there, little cousin?"

>You gape at her.
>Applejack chuckles softly as her mischief-filled eyes flick down to you shorts then back up.
>"Rainbow got ya worked up?"
>The cowgirl is struggling to stifle her laughter.
"I... I..."
>You are completely paralyzed.
>Your life as you know it is surely over.

>AJ notices your discomfort and give you a sympathetic look.
>"Sorry, Anon. I guess you probably need some privacy, right?"
>She flashes you a wink and turns back toward the stage.
>... Leaving you to wonder what the hell just happened.

>She's not angry? Or creeped out?
>She totally just called you out on popping a boner from staring at her friend!
>And what does 'need some privacy' mean...?
>You look up at your cousin, but she's already gone back to watching the show, your awkward encounter seemingly forgotten.
>Well, if she's not going to make a scene about it then that's obviously fine with you. You've got bigger things to worry about anyway. Namely getting your sex drive back in check so you don't embarrass yourself fur-

>What was that?
>Applejack just moved.
>Or are you imagining it?
>She's still leaning forward on her elbows, but her back is arched more dramatically than you remember.
>The curves of her body are emphasized in the dim light, presenting her shapely behind beautifully in her tight jeans.
>Wait, what?
>Nonono! You're checking out your own cousin's ass now? Control yourself, Anon!
>You release an exasperated sigh as your hand reaches up to pinch the bridge of your nose.
>Maybe you should just leave...

>Boop.
>Your thoughts go blank as a soft, warm sensation settles against your crotch.