Growth Spurts

Chapter Four: How Do You Like Me Now?

Over the next hour, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo both took a long, refreshing dip in the same stream Apple Bloom had visited yesterday, and scrubbed themselves clean of the smells and stains of sweat and sex. They didn’t have towels, leaving them resorting to shaking themselves off as vigorously as possible afterward and then drying in the sun, but Apple Bloom had been lucky enough to stash her comb in her saddlebags in her hurry to leave that morning, so that they could at least brush the sweaty tangles from their manes until they looked vaguely presentable. Appearances were the least of their concerns at the moment anyway. They needed to head back into town and toward the schoolhouse again. Once they were cleaned up, Apple Bloom shouldered her saddlebags and Scootaloo retrieved her scooter, and together they began the all-too-short trip back to school, Scootaloo idly pushing her scooter in time with her friend’s slow, reluctant pace.

Along the way Apple Bloom told Scootaloo the entire story, from the moment they’d parted ways the previous day until right up to the moment Scootaloo had found her (which, as it turned out, had indeed been just in time to witness Apple Bloom’s self-inflicted facial in its entirety). For once Scootaloo listened quite patiently, although her eyes grew steadily wider as the story went on, until by the time it was nearly finished her eyes seemed to have forgotten how to blink.

“…So now Ah’m stuck in this boy body ‘til Discord shows his big dumb face again,” Apple Bloom summarized, “and it might be days before that happens.”

“Jeez…” Scootaloo murmured sympathetically. “That’s a heck of a story.”

“Tell me about it,” Apple Bloom griped. “What am Ah gonna do, Scoots? There’s no way Ah’ll be able ta keep it a secret, everypony’s gonna know what happened ta me. Ah’ll be a laughingstock at school an’ grounded fer the whole summer at home!”

“…I hate to break it to you, Apple Bloom, but everypony at school kinda already does know,” Scootaloo pointed out. “I mean, when you showed up in class like that… it was kinda hard to miss.”

Apple Bloom let out a miserable groan. “Oooohhh, yer right, a’course they know, they were all starin’ at me like Ah had the plague…”

“Come on, can you blame us?” Scootaloo asked. “I know weird stuff happens around here a lot, but a filly walking into school one day and she’s suddenly a colt? That’s a new one.”

“Oohhh, can’t Ah just crawl under mah bed and hide until this goes away? Do Ah really gotta go back ta school?”

“Uh, yeah? That’s the whole reason I came after you. Besides, didn’t you say one of the reasons you agreed to this thing with Discord at all was so you could actually do your schoolwork and stuff instead of thinking about wieners all day? You’re not gonna get any work done hiding under your bed.”

Apple Bloom huffed and pouted as Scootaloo forced her to eat her own words. “But what am Ah gonna tell everypony? They’re gonna want ta know what happened.”

“Plead ignorance!” Scootaloo answered immediately.

“…What?”

“No, really, I’m serious! If you convince everypony you don’t know anything, they won’t keep bugging you about it!”

“Won’t they jus’ talk about it behind mah back instead?”

“…Ehh, they’ll probably do that anyway.”

“Oh great, thanks, that makes me feel better.” Apple Bloom rolled her eyes a bit. “Ah jus’ dunno, Scoot, Ah don’t feel comfortable lyin’…”

“Hey, you asked for ideas, that was the first thing that came to mind.”

“Ah know.” Apple Bloom sighed softly, and looked at Scootaloo with a sincere smile. “Ah appreciate it, Ah really do. Bein’ all boy-ified don’t seem as bad with y’all stickin’ by me…”

“Of course I am! We’re best friends, we’ve been through way weirder stuff together.” Scootaloo paused. “…Okay, well, maybe this might be the weirdest thing, but still.”

“Heh, yeah, Ah jus’ hope Sweetie Belle is that understanding,” Apple Bloom chuckled. “…Didja really ditch class ta come find me?”

Scootaloo shrugged. “Well… not exactly. Everypony was pretty floored by the whole thing, but Cheerilee snapped out of it real quick. She sorta tried to get everypony back to the lesson and stuff at first, but it wasn’t really working, and finally I was just like, ‘Are we really gonna just pretend that didn’t happen?’ And, well, Cheerilee agreed with me and gave me permission to go try to find you and bring you back. I guess she was pretty worried after all.”

Apple Bloom couldn’t help but smile at that, looking up at the schoolhouse looming ahead of her with a bit less dread. The rest of the class might turn out to be merciless savages, but it was nice to know Cheerilee at least would be on her side. It almost made up for the relentless teasing she was positive Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon would soon inflict on her. Almost.

“Heh,” Scootaloo suddenly snickered, “I can’t believe you actually fell for Diamond Tiara’s stupid story.”

Apple Bloom’s smile rapidly turned into a groan. “Aww, shut up. Ah just thought it couldn’t hurt ta try, Ah didn’t know that was gonna make estrus worse.”

“Heh, hey, don’t worry, she probably only knew that was gonna happen ‘cause she did it to herself already.”

Apple Bloom cracked a snicker of her own at that. “Heh, yeah, maybe.”

“And hey, when you think about it, you falling for her dumb story actually kinda sorta worked out for the best!”

“…What.”

Scootaloo grinned disarmingly at Apple Bloom’s growl. “Really, think about it! If you hadn’t fallen for it and tried to get yourself off, you never woulda freaked out and gotten Discord’s attention, and he never would have turned you into a boy!”

“How the heck is me havin’ a big stupid wiener now supposed ta be ‘for the best?’”

“Uh, duh? Because we’re not in heat anymore!”

Apple Bloom’s glare softened slightly at that. “…Well, yeah, but--”

“No, ‘but’ nothing,” Scootaloo stopped her. “Look, honestly, you’re only gonna be stuck like this for a couple of days tops, and then Discord’ll show back up and everypony’ll make him fix things and you’ll be back to normal, right?”

“Yeah…?”

“So why not enjoy it ‘til then?” Scootaloo said, throwing her hooves up a bit. “You’re totally free of the absolute crappiest part of being a girl, and because of you, so am I, and we got to have an awesome time doing it! What part of that was even slightly bad?”

Apple Bloom had to admit, Scootaloo made some convincing points. No estrus, even just for a few days, was a blessing from the heavens, and she was happy that she’d been able to help her friend out of its hormonal clutches as well. And she couldn’t argue that it had indeed been immensely enjoyable doing so. It still felt weird being a boy, and she would be all too happy to return to normal as soon as she got the chance… but Scootaloo was probably right, just as Fluttershy before her had been. Being a boy for a few days wasn’t gonna be the end of the world or anything. It could even be fun. Like a little vacation from herself, almost.

“See?” Scootaloo grinned as she saw Apple Bloom relax and smile a little more. “It’ll be fine. And ya know… I’m probably not the only filly who’s eager to get rid of estrus.”

Apple Bloom’s cheeks went as red as her hair and she sputtered an unintelligible response, but that was all she had time to do before they reached the schoolhouse, and Scootaloo walked inside with a smirk just as the end-of-lunch bell rang.

On pure reflex she hurried inside at the sound right behind Scootaloo, and the frantic chatter among the other students in the classroom abruptly died. Once again Apple Bloom was met with a sudden and complete silence that Cheerilee probably wished she could command on a regular basis, and once again everypony in the room was staring at her. Apple Bloom was already beginning to regret letting Scootaloo convince her to come back, but it was too late now; running away again would just delay the inevitable. Instead she steeled her resolve, took a deep breath, and crawled into her seat at her desk, trying to ignore every eye in the room trained on her.

“…Well. Yes,” Cheerilee spoke up from the front of the class, apparently the first to snap out of the surprise and shock that had filled the room once again. “Welcome back, everypony. Scootaloo, I see you found Apple Bloom, thank you for bringing hi… her… erm…” Cheerilee stopped and cleared her throat awkwardly. “That is, thank you for bringing… Apple Bloom, back to class.”

“Oh, uh, yeah… no problem, Miss Cheerilee,” Scootaloo answered with a sheepish smile.

“And, Ah… Apple Bloom, welcome back,” she continued, turning her awkward smile on the farm filly.

“T-thanks, Miss Cheerilee,” Apple Bloom mumbled, shrinking a bit under all the stares of her classmates. “S-sorry Ah missed the first part of class…”

“That’s alright,” Cheerilee swiftly responded. “I’d be happy to send any make-up material you’ll need home with you after class… obviously there were some, ah… extenuating circumstances.”

Yeah, that’s one way to put it, Apple Bloom thought privately. “Thanks Miss Cheerilee, Ah’ll catch up as quick as Ah can…” she said aloud.

“I’m glad to hear it," Cheerilee said. “Well then, we’ll get back to work in just a moment, but… well, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. You seemed awfully, erm… out of sorts earlier, and… ah, well, you’re…”

Cheerilee seemed to have no idea how to broach the subject, and in fact looked oddly nervous about doing so, which was a rarity for her. She hadn’t even been this awkward about sex-ed lessons; there had been a few blush-inducing moments to be sure, but she’d always powered through it. But now, today, it was like she was trying to navigate a verbal minefield. Apple Bloom found it more than a little odd, but she supposed Scootaloo was right; this was definitely a new level of weird, even for Ponyville. Still, the last thing she wanted to do was have a conversation about it in front of the entire class, especially with everypony staring at her.

“W-what I mean is,” Cheerilee carried on, “w-we couldn’t help but notice…”

“Yeah, Ah know…” Apple Bloom spoke up with a sigh. “Ah’m… Ah’m a boy now. An’ Ah don’t really wanna talk about it, it’s kinda… personal. Can we please jus’ get ta the lesson, Miss Cheerilee?”

Apparently Cheerilee had gotten whatever answer she’d been looking for, because her awkward hesitation vanished in a split second, and her usual bright smile returned with surprising force. “Of course! I understand completely, Apple Bloom! Alright then, class, let’s get back to work. I believe we’ve finished with history for today, so let’s get out our math books…”

“Excuse me?!” Diamond Tiara abruptly burst out, standing upright and jabbing an accusatory hoof in Apple Bloom’s direction. “Apple Bloom. Is. A. BOY! Are we seriously just going to ignore that?!”

“Diamond Tiara, sit down and do not disrupt class again or you’ll be getting detention,” Cheerilee immediately responded in her sternest tone.

“But--!”

“But nothing. Apple Bloom’s business is his own, and if he doesn’t want to talk about it then he doesn’t have to. Now I’m not going to tell you again. Sit. Down.”

Diamond Tiara’s mouth was halfway open to continue protesting anyway, but she never quite got that far. The eyes of the class had finally left Apple Bloom for the moment, much to her relief, and instead were now all focused on Diamond Tiara in the midst of her outburst. The collection of stares seemed to take the wind out of the pink filly’s sails with frightening efficiency, and after just a few awkward seconds she mumbled an insincere apology and dropped back into her seat.

“Thank you,” Cheerilee said. “Now. Everypony. Math books.”

Apple Bloom had no desire to further Cheerilee’s sudden ire, and hastened to obey, grabbing her math textbook from her saddlebags and laying it out in front of her on her desk. When she looked back to the front of the room though, Cheerilee had relaxed, and gave Apple Bloom a silent, warm smile, which she gratefully returned. In the midst of all the trouble she was sure to face because of her awkward transformation problem, it was nice to know that Cheerilee was indeed on her side as well along with Scootaloo.

Although it did seem a bit weird that she’d referred to Apple Bloom as a ‘he’ just then. It wasn’t exactly wrong, all things considered, she was a boy now. Physically, at least. But it still felt odd. She still thought of herself as a filly, and she would be again shortly anyway. Not that it bothered her, exactly, Cheerilee obviously meant well, but all the same, maybe it was for the best if she spoke to Cheerilee after class and let her know that being a boy was not going to be a permanent thing. Everypony was going to know eventually anyway…

Unfortunately the end of class was still a couple of hours off, and those hours were looking to be some of the longest in Apple Bloom’s whole school career. The warmth offered her by Cheerilee’s support eventually evaporated as Diamond Tiara’s disruption faded from memory, and the eyes of the class moved back to Apple Bloom and her surprising change of form. She could ward them off briefly, as they always looked swiftly away when Apple Bloom caught their eyes, but they always returned when Apple Bloom shifted her gaze elsewhere, and soft whispers floated through the air, near the back of the class where Cheerilee couldn’t quite hear them, every hushed sentence clearly wondering and theorizing about the awkward elephant in the room sitting at the center of class.

Apple Bloom did her best to ignore it all and focus on the algebraic equations Cheerilee was writing on the chalkboard and lecturing them about, but the longer it went on, the more animated and obvious the murmuring became. Diamond Tiara’s whispers were growing so loud that they were more of a constant, angry hissing sound as though she were a snake, lashing her tongue at Silver Spoon, who was whispering heatedly right back at her and still red as a tomato. Rumble kept craning his neck from two seats over, trying to get a better look at Apple Bloom around Scootaloo, which for some reason seemed to annoy the other Pegasus enough for her to smack him back into his seat with the back of her hoof the third time he leaned too close. Spike looked abnormally tense in a way that had nothing to do with his first day of public school, casting worried glances at Apple Bloom every few seconds and at one point clutching his pencil so tightly he managed to snap it in half and had to fish out a new one.

Even Sweetie Belle, who she had been counting on for additional help and moral support, seemed to be reacting strangely to Apple Bloom’s new presence. Her cheeks were as flushed as Silver Spoon’s, she constantly fidgeted in her seat, and she seemed incapable of meeting her friend’s gaze for even just a fraction of a second. She was downright chugging her thermos of Moon Tea now, too, and a look of pure panic crossed her face as she went for yet another drink just minutes later and found no more than half a swallow before the thermos was completely empty. Apple Bloom felt a wave of pity and sympathy swell up for her friend; she knew all too well that Sweetie Belle hated showing obvious signs of estrus in public, and Apple Bloom was certain that sitting so close to her in her new body was wreaking havoc on her careful layers of suppression, just as it had done to Scootaloo. Maybe it was unfair of her to expect Sweetie Belle’s immediate and unquestioning support when her mere presence was having such an obviously troublesome effect on her hormones. She wished there was some way to help--

Wait.

I’m probably not the only filly who’s eager to get rid of estrus.

Oh. Oh horseapples.

Apple Bloom went as crimson as Sweetie Belle, losing all semblance of focus on the math lecture she was supposed to be listening to. Instead her mind was filling with thoughts and images of exactly how she could ‘help’ with Sweetie Belle’s embarrassing levels of estrus. Images of taking her back to the clubhouse where it was just the two of them, of calming her panic and assuring her there would be no more need for her trusty thermos, of laying her down and showing her the wonderful and sexy new solution they had discovered, of listening to her adorable moans and kissing her cute lips and rubbing her stiff, sensitive nipples and filling her warm, soft little--

Apple Bloom bit her lip as hard as she could stand to stop that chain of thought, but the damage was already done. Her male brain flooded with vivid fantasies of having sex with Sweetie Belle, and the matching male parts were rapidly responding. She swiftly clenched her hind legs shut to try to stem the tide, but the eager extremity was not deterred, unsheathing itself at frightening speed no matter how she tried to ward it back.

“Aww, c’mon, penis, not now…” Apple Bloom let out a tiny, miserable moan, trying to at least tuck the thing down and out of sight. “Haven’t ya had enough already today?”

Evidently it hadn’t. Despite two back-to-back rounds with her own hooves and then Scootaloo, it was up and ready for a Round Three, and hiding it away was proving more difficult than she ever could have imagined. She couldn’t let it lay in her lap, in plain sight, but tucking it down beneath her hind legs only left it hanging free over the floor, also in plain sight. The best she could do was just sort of… squish it awkwardly between her thighs, where she could feel it pulsing with every tense beat of her heart. How the hay did colts deal with this on a daily basis? It was no female heat cycle, of course, but at least as a girl she could just make a conscious choice to tuck her tail between her legs if she started feeling aroused, instead of letting it flag aside and flash a moist pussy to the world. Popping a huge, obvious boner was way worse, especially in the middle of class where just about anypony could see it, and she really didn’t know if she’d be able to keep the stubborn stiffy under control until--

BRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNGGGG!!!!

Oh thank Celestia, she sighed in relief. Class was over, finally.

“Alright, that’s the bell, everypony,” Cheerilee announced. “For your math homework I want each of you to solve problems one through twenty at the end of the chapter, and don’t forget to show your work. Have a good day, class… and Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, would you two please stay behind for just a moment while I get your makeup history assignments together?”

Apple Bloom looked at Scootaloo curiously for a moment before it dawned on her. “Oh yeah, Ah guess you did miss class too.”

“Yeah,” Scootaloo said, heaving a sigh. “Well, maybe Sweetie Belle can help us…”

Apple Bloom wasn’t too sure about that, though. As she slipped out of her seat to approach the front desk, she noticed that Sweetie Belle’s desk was already empty and Sweetie Belle herself was darting out the front door. Even Spike was leaving in a hurry, right on Sweetie Belle’s tail, neither of them seeming eager to stay and comfort the poor transfigured filly. It was surprisingly depressing, even with Scootaloo’s very enthusiastic support still fresh in her memory.

Although on the plus side, it was killing her boner at least.

A minute later the classroom was empty except for Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Cheerilee, who was swiftly scribbling something.

“I’ve written a note to each of your families,” Cheerilee explained once she spat out the pen. “You’re excused from the homework assignment, but the material will be on the final test, so I’ve asked your families to help you read and study the chapter you missed today. Alright?”

“Yes, Miss Cheerilee,” the pair chanted together.

“Alright then, here you go,” she said, passing each of them a copy of the note. “And Apple Bloom, I just want to make sure privately that everything is alright with you, what with your… ah… change, today--”

“Yeah, uh, Ah’m fine, Miss Cheerilee,” Apple Bloom insisted. “Ah actually didn’t mean fer ya ta call me a boy fer real, this ain’t permanent. S’just a dumb prank Discord pulled on me an’ then hightailed it ta Canterlot. Ah’m stuck like this ‘til he shows his face again.”

“Oh! Oh dear, that’s terrible,” Cheerilee cooed sympathetically. “That brute, picking on children, he ought to know better by now.”

“It was kinda mah own fault,” Apple Bloom admitted. “Ah just wanted ta let ya know, Ah’ll be back ta normal soon as Fluttershy gets a hold of ‘im, an’ Ah’m sorry fer disruptin’ class…”

“It’s alright, Apple Bloom. Discord is impressively talented at disrupting things,” she added with a sigh and an eye-roll. “I hope you get fixed up soon. You two can go. Have a good afternoon.”

Apple Bloom nodded and returned to her desk just long enough to pack up her school things before stepping outside with Scootaloo, fully expecting to find the grounds deserted. To her surprise, however, both Spike and Sweetie Belle had stopped to wait for them just outside, concern filling their expressions, as well as a blush in Sweetie Belle’s case.

“Sweetie? Spike?” Apple Bloom scratched her head for a moment, but smiled regardless. “Wow, thank Celestia yer still here. Ah thought you two took off like bats outta Tartarus.”

“Not a chance,” Spike insisted. “We weren’t gonna leave without making sure you’re okay.”

“Y-yeah,” Sweetie Belle agreed, though there was a noticeable tremor in her voice. “I-I just… needed some air first…”

“Jeez, Sweetie, you were friggin’ chugging that Moon Tea back there,” Scootaloo said. “Apple Bloom getting to you that bad?”

Sweetie Belle was squirming instantly, her whole face a brilliant pink. “I-I…”

“Scootaloo, knock it off, ya know she hates showin’ estrus in public!” Apple Bloom scolded, approaching Sweetie Belle and giving her a gentle, comforting hug. “Ah’m real sorry about all this, Sweetie Belle, Ah know sittin’ next ta me all afternoon musta been real hard, with me bein’ like this all of a sudden.”

Unfortunately the physical affection seemed to make the poor unicorn filly tremble even more violently than before. She seemed willing to tough it out, though, and returned the hug with quaking hooves. “I-it’s okay, Apple Bloom,” she stammered. “It’s not your fault. Um… o-or… is it? I-I actually don’t know, w-what even happened to you?”

“Yeah, I’d kinda like to know that too,” Spike agreed.

Apple Bloom heaved a sigh and released Sweetie Belle, turning back toward her other friends. “Ah made a big dumb mistake.”

“Best mistake ever, if you ask me,” Scootaloo snickered to herself.

“What mistake was that?” Spike pressed.

“Trustin’ Discord,” Apple Bloom explained. “Ah asked if we could get more boys ta come join the class, y’know, cuz all the gals want boyfriends lately with heat season going ‘round, an’ his idea fer how ta do it was makin’ me a colt.”

Spike groaned, smacking a hand over his face. “Of course… any time something completely ridiculous happens around here, it’s either ‘cause of him or Pinkie Pie. Sometimes both.”

“Ugh, Pinkie Pie and Discord working together, there’s a scary team,” Scootaloo mused.

“No kidding,” Sweetie Belle agreed. “I don’t even wanna know what kind of pranks they could come up with together.”

“Can you change back?” Spike asked. “Seeing you as a guy is kinda weirding me out a little.”

“Not fer a while,” Apple Bloom said with another sigh. “Discord ran off soon as he did it. Fluttershy said she’d tug his ear on it, but she don’t expect ‘im ta turn up fer a couple o’ days…”

Sweetie Belle squirmed again. “That’s a long time to be stuck like that…”

“Hey, I know, maybe Twilight can help!” Spike suggested brightly. “She can do anything!”

Apple Bloom frowned. “Ah dunno, Spike, last Ah saw, Twilight couldn’t turn a girl into a boy an’ back fer real. She had ta paint Big Mac orange an’ fake it back when she had that magic duel with Trixie.”

“She’s gotten a lot better since then, though, especially since she’s all princess-y now,” Spike insisted. “Maybe she’s figured it out for real! It’s worth a shot, right?”

“Mmhh… Ah guess so,” Apple Bloom admitted. “Not like Ah’m gonna be able ta hide this anyhow. After that scene Ah made in class, the whole town’ll know by supper an’ Ah’ll prolly be grounded.”

“Well, maybe Twilight will know a spell to fix you, and do it without telling Applejack!”

“That’d be a downright miracle,” Apple Bloom muttered. “But yer right, Ah guess it’s worth a try, at least.”

Spike grinned his best grin. “That’s the spirit! Don’t worry Apple Bloom, we’ll get you fixed up in no time!”

“Ah hope so,” Apple Bloom agreed, pulling Spike into an affectionate hug. “Thank ya, Spike, fer bein’ so helpful.”

“Ah-heh…” Spike chuckled awkwardly, coughing and squirming out of the hug as quickly as he could. “Uh, it’s n-nothing, really… so uh, I’ll go to Twilight right now. Just sit tight in the clubhouse for a while!”

And without another word, Spike whirled on the spot and raced off toward home, leaving a slightly confused Apple Bloom behind him.

“That was weird,” Sweetie Belle observed.

“I think he likes you better as a girl,” Scootaloo said, snickering.

Apple Bloom flushed in an instant. “He’s not mah boyfriend!”

“I didn’t say he was.”

“…Shut up.”

Scootaloo snickered again. “Anyway, we’d better go hide in the clubhouse just in case Spike pulls through. C’mon, Sweetie.”

Sweetie Belle jolted in place. “M-Me? Um… a-actually, I was going to go home and get some more Moon Tea…”

“Is that really more important than being here for a good friend?” Scootaloo argued.

“W-well… no, of course not, but… I’d still feel better if I had some…”

“Well don’t worry about it, we’ve got some at the clubhouse anyway.”

“We do?” Apple Bloom said, and swiftly received a kick in the shin from Scootaloo for her trouble. “Oww!”

Sweetie Belle, however, was apparently too distracted by her own nerves to notice. “W-well,” she stammered again and shuffled her hooves, “I guess that would be okay, then.”

“Great, let’s go!” Scootaloo announced, leading the way for the trio on her scooter at a brisk pace.

“Hey, wait up!” Apple Bloom called, limping on her kicked leg for the first few steps before finding her stride and chasing the four-wheeled contraption, with Sweetie Belle distantly bringing up the rear. Apple Bloom almost thought that she would eventually peel off from them and sprint home instead, but so far Sweetie Belle was still keeping pace with them. Apple Bloom had to admire the dedication; despite her obvious estrus-induced discomfort, she was still sticking by her much more unnaturally-affected friend. It left a warm, happy bubble in Apple Bloom’s heart to see, such a far cry from that initial fear that she’d run away without a word. She wondered how she could repay the kindness, and for a moment she thought once again about Scootaloo’s bold suggestion, of offering Sweetie Belle the same service Scootaloo had enjoyed, of curing her of the ailment she so hated showing to anypony--

Gah, no, stop it, Apple Bloom scolded herself. She wasn’t supposed to fantasize about her friends that way, no matter what had happened with Scootaloo earlier. Besides, she’d only just gotten her erection to go away a few minutes ago, she didn’t need it popping out all over again. It would probably make Sweetie Belle faint on the spot.

She didn’t allow herself to wonder what else Sweetie Belle might do with it instead.