Growth Spurts

Chapter Five: How Sweet It Is

A quick sneak through the apple fields later, the trio arrived at their clubhouse and took refuge inside. There was no sign of the rest of the Apple family just yet, and if Apple Bloom was lucky, it would stay that way until Spike showed up with Twilight to fix her. She still wasn’t betting on it, but it was hope, at least.

“S-so where’s your Moon Tea?” Sweetie Belle asked the moment the door closed behind her.

“Eh?” Scootaloo said as she flopped lazily onto a cushion. “Moon Tea?”

“Yes, Moon Tea!” Sweetie Belle insisted. “You said you had some!”

“…Oh, right. Uh, the Moon Tea. It’s, uh… er… say, Apple Bloom where did we put--”

“Oh no, don’t drag me inta this,” Apple Bloom scolded.

“…Er…”

Sweetie Belle’s face drooped into an annoyed pout. “You don’t have any, do you?”

Scootaloo let out a nervous chuckle and climbed back up to her hooves. “…Okay, no, I don’t, I made that up. But you don’t need it, we’ve got something way better!”

“…You do?”

Apple Bloom groaned. “Scootaloo…”

“Come on, Apple Bloom, we both know I’m right,” Scootaloo said.

“Right about what? What’s better than Moon Tea?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“She’s standing right in front of you! Or should I say, ‘he?’”

Sweetie Belle’s confused gaze turned to the new Apple Bloom for a moment, who could only offer an awkward, apologetic smile, and then she suddenly got it. Her eyes bulged impossibly wide, her cheeks turned pink, and she stumbled backward several paces until she lost her balance and fell on her butt. “What?! Eww, are you crazy?!” she exclaimed.

“Crazy like a fox,” Scootaloo said. “Just hear us out for a minute--”

“Ah said don’t drag me inta this!” Apple Bloom interrupted.

“Come on, Apple Bloom, don’t you wanna help her out?” Scootaloo said. “You’ve seen her lately, she can’t even function half the time!”

Apple Bloom shook her head. “Look, Scootaloo, it’s great that ya wanna help, but ya can’t drag her here under a lie an’ expect her ta just go along with… that.”

“But it works! We know it works! And it was way more fun than the alternatives!”

“An’ that’s great, Scootaloo, Ah’m happy it worked fer you, an’ yeah, it was plenty o’ fun, but--”

“Wait, what do you mean, ‘it worked for you?’” Sweetie Belle interrupted, her eyes growing wider still. “Did you two… did you already…?!”

“Hay yeah we did,” Scootaloo said proudly, “and it was awesome!”

Sweetie Belle gawked at them in shock, bordering on horror. “But… but… I didn’t even know you liked each other that way!”

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo both looked at each other and paled. “W-what?!” Apple Bloom stammered first. “No, no no no, it ain’t like that!”

“Yeah, we’re not dating or anything, it was just one friend helping out another friend! Just to get rid of estrus, that’s all! Besides, Apple Bloom likes Spike, remember?”

“Yeah, Ah like--… wait, no I don’t!”

“Oh you do so, quit denying it.”

Apple Bloom’s cheeks filled with red. “Ah do not like Spike!”

“Sure you don’t. I bet you wish he coulda cured your estrus.”

Apple Bloom snorted at her, opening her mouth again to argue back, but another voice interjected before she could.

“Wait a minute, is that what you two were doing all morning while everypony was worried sick about you?!” Sweetie Belle said. “You were… you were mating?!”

Apple Bloom squirmed uncomfortably for a moment, the argument about Spike immediately forgotten. “Er… w-well, uh… n-not exactly. Ah mean, not the whole time…”

Scootaloo however just shrugged it off. “What’s the big deal? She was fine. And thanks to her, so am I. Check it out, Sweetie, no estrus!” Scootaloo did a little twirling dance in front of Sweetie Belle that involved wagging her rear uncomfortably close to the other filly’s muzzle. “See? Can’t smell a thing!”

Sweetie Belle went beet-red in a hurry. “Ewww, gross, I don’t wanna smell your butt!” she protested, shoving Scootaloo’s rump away. “What is wrong with you two?! Don’t you know how dangerous mating can be?! There’s… there’s diseases and stuff!”

“Yeah, only if you do it with somepony who already has one,” Scootaloo reminded her. “And neither of us ever did it before, so that’s basically impossible. Seriously, how am I remembering a lesson in school better than you?”

“Maybe ‘cause sex-ed was about the only lesson ya actually paid attention to this year?” Apple Bloom muttered.

“W-well… well…” Sweetie Belle stammered onward, “what about… what about getting pregnant, huh?! That’s the whole reason we have this season in the first place, it’s when we can make foals! If you mate during estrus you can get pregnant!”

Scootaloo scoffed at her. “Only if you’re an idiot who skips on the Moon Tea.”

“I’ve never seen you drink any!”

“Well I do, okay? My parents make sure I have a whole friggin’ mug of that nasty dirt tea every night before bed.”

Apple Bloom actually raised an eyebrow at that. “They make you? Why?”

Scootaloo immediately started fighting an embarrassed blush of her own. “I had wet dreams a couple of times, so what? It happens to a lot of ponies!”

Apple Bloom swiftly found her head filled with thoughts of Scootaloo soaking bed-sheets with orgasmic squirts, and immediately she felt her boner returning, forcing her to sit on it until she could will it away again. Sweet Celestia, how the hay did a normal colt control this stupid thing when it perked up at every halfway-naughty thought?

“Anyway,” Scootaloo went on, turning her attention back to Sweetie Belle, “the point is, I have a cup every day, so I’m fine on the ‘not getting pregnant’ front. Which means you’ll be fine for sure! You chug so much of the stuff I’d be surprised if you weren’t sterile by now.”

“Am not! Moon Tea doesn’t do that!” Sweetie Belle shot back.

“Ugh, I know that, I’m just… argh, stop being so difficult! Sweetie, I’m trying to help you here!”

“How is this helping?!”

“Um, duh, so you can get rid of your stupid estrus?”

“Hey, hey, c’mon girls,” Apple Bloom interrupted, “this ain’t somethin’ worth fightin’ over--”

“Would you stop bugging me about my estrus for once?!” Sweetie Belle shouted over her and stamped her hoof on the floorboards, loudly cutting off Apple Bloom’s attempt at intervention like she wasn’t even there. “You’ve been teasing me about it ever since heat season started and I’m getting tired of it!”

Scootaloo’s fur bristled and her wings flared up. “I’m not teasing you!”

“Are too!”

“I told you, I’m trying to help you! I know you hate dealing with it--”

“If you know I hate it so much, you should know to stop bugging me about it!”

“Girls!” Apple Bloom stepped between the other two. “Ah’m serious, knock it off!”

“I’m just trying to help her!”

“I don’t want your kind of help!”

“Well fine, then, forget it!” Scootaloo said, turning away from them both and marching for the clubhouse door. “Excuse me for trying to do you a favor! Have fun sucking down dirt water all summer!”

“Scootaloo, wait--!”

“Maybe I will!” Sweetie Belle shouted so loudly her voice cracked.

“Good!”

“Good!”

“GOOD!”

“GOOD!”

“Owww, mah ears…”

A second later Scootaloo was gone, the door slamming behind her, followed by the sound of her scooter rolling away at top speed. Now Apple Bloom was alone in the suddenly-silent clubhouse, with a dull ringing in her ears and a seething, red-faced friend to comfort.

Or she had been seething anyway. Within seconds of Scootaloo storming off, the fight seemed to leave Sweetie Belle entirely, her face drooping as it filled with shame and guilt, and her body flopping onto a cushion and curling up into an embarrassed little ball.

Apple Bloom heaved a sigh and trotted over to join her once her ears stopped ringing. “Ah’m real sorry about all this,” she began. “She really does mean well, Ah know she does, she just… er… she don’t always think things all the way through. Celestia knows Ah’ve done that lately,” she added, throwing a glare down at her strange new body.

“It’s okay.” Sweetie Belle’s voice was suddenly tiny. “It’s not your fault. I just wish she’d stop being on my case about the stupid mating season. Is it really too much to ask to not want to turn into a squirmy red-faced mess around anypony with a… a p-penis?”

“A’course it’s not too much ta ask,” Apple Bloom swiftly agreed. “Y’all remember what Miss Cheerilee said in those lessons, everypony goes through it a little different. If ya don’t like bein’ public about it, then that’s okay.”

“Then why is Scootaloo such a big jerk about it?”

Apple Bloom sighed again. “Aw, you know how she is. She probably sees her heat cycle like some kinda challenge ta be beat. Charges at it head on, ya know?”

“Yeah, that and she has no shame…”

Apple Bloom snickered softly. “Yeah, maybe a bit o’ that, too. But still, Ah know she don’t say the stuff she says ta be mean. She just… wants ya to not let the heat totally control yer life when it’s around, that’s all.”

“It’s not!” Sweetie Belle insisted. “I’ve had it completely under control!”

“Ah’m not arguin’ with ya!” Apple Bloom said. “Like Ah told ya, everypony deals with it their own way. Scoots just… thought maybe ya might like a way to be rid of it altogether. She really was jus’ tryin’ ta help.”

“Well she could’ve been a little nicer about it,” Sweetie Belle muttered.

“Well… yeah. She probably got a ways ahead of herself, on account of bein’ so excited ‘bout the idea that she could get rid of estrus. But nopony’s gonna push ya into anything ya don’t wanna do, Ah promise.”

Sweetie Belle smiled at that, finally. “Thank you, Apple Bloom.”

Apple Bloom waved it off with a hoof. “S’what friends are for.”

“Yeah… what friends are for…”

There was a long silence as Sweetie Belle pondered that. Then with a deep breath, she glanced up to catch Apple Bloom’s eye. “Was it… was it really that good?”

Apple Bloom blushed and coughed, memories of earlier that morning flooding back to the front of her thoughts yet again and forcing her to push them away before another erection could take hold. “Er… well…”

“I mean, it… it really did make the heat go away? For both of you?”

Apple Bloom let out a breath of relief and pounced on the significantly simpler question. “Well, fer me, the heat was gone as soon as Ah woke up as a boy this mornin’, which was about the only bit o’ good news Ah got fer a while there. Not that bein’ a boy in heat season don’t have its own problems, but… er, that’s a whole other story. But uh, yeah, fer Scootaloo it definitely, erm… definitely worked. She said all those estrus feelings were totally gone after we, erm… ya know, did it.”

“Really? Totally gone?” Sweetie Belle echoed. “And it… it wasn’t weird or anything?”

“Oh, it was weird alright,” Apple Bloom said. “Ah didn’t exactly plan on turnin’ into a boy and matin’ that way at some point in mah life, let alone with Scootaloo. But uh, other than that, no, Ah guess it wasn’t too weird.”

“Just… one friend helping out another friend?”

Uh-oh.

Apple Bloom gulped. Suddenly she had a feeling somewhere in her loins that she knew where this line of questioning was headed. “Erm…”

“…Apple Bloom?”

Sweetie Belle was sitting up now, red-faced and shaking a little. “Maybe Scootaloo’s right. I-it’s only been a couple of hours since I had some Moon Tea, and l-look at me. Just sitting next to you is making me all shaky. Being close to any boy does this to me…”

Apple Bloom swallowed hard again. “S-Sweetie Belle…”

“We’re best friends, Apple Bloom, I-I don’t want to have to avoid you until… until you get fixed, or the season’s over, or whenever. But if I don’t, then I’m gonna be like this. All the time. I don’t think I can handle that…”

Sweetie Belle looked up and met her eyes, both fillies sporting bright pink cheeks, and now there was little uncertainty in Apple Bloom’s mind. Scootaloo’s idea had taken root.

“Can… can you please… help me?” Sweetie Belle murmured, laying a pleading hoof on her friend’s shoulder and erasing all doubt. “Will you make my estrus go away?”

Apple Bloom felt yet another hot, heavy swoop of lustful desire rock her back half, as powerful as any moment of heat season. Mere hours after one of her best friends had plead to her for relief, the other was doing the same. There was more uncertainty, more nervousness, more hesitation in Sweetie Belle’s words and actions compared to Scootaloo’s bold aggression, but there was no less determination. She wanted-- hay, needed this just as badly as Scootaloo had, maybe even more. There was no way Apple Bloom could deny one friend and not the other. Sweetie Belle deserved the relief too. And it wasn’t like her body had any objection; her male bits were out and ready at full mast, the fight against it lost the moment Apple Bloom had realized that Sweetie Belle was going to ask for this.

Still, her head, not her dick, was in control here, and if she was really going to help Sweetie Belle, that was probably the way it needed to stay.

“Sweetie, are… are ya sure about this?” Apple Bloom asked. “Ah don’t want that stuff Scootaloo said ta make ya do somethin’ yer gonna regret later.”

“I’m sure. I’m a little scared, but… you’re my friend, and I trust you.” Sweetie Belle paused as a grimace crossed her face. “Besides, Scootaloo was right about something else, too… Moon Tea’s disgusting.”

Apple Bloom couldn’t help a snort of laughter. “Heh, Ah hear ya there.”

“Yeah… hehe… thank you for asking though.” Sweetie Belle chuckled quietly and gave her a smile that quickly turned nervous. “Can we just… take it really slow?”

“Yeah, a’course we can, as slow as ya need,” Apple Bloom agreed. “So, uh…where do ya wanna start?”

Sweetie Belle thought about that for a long moment, her tail starting to twitch and sway excitedly back and forth. “Well… can I… see it?”

“See what-- o-oh,” Apple Bloom stammered, figuring it out before the question was even out of her mouth. “Well… yeah, sure, alright…”

There was no point hiding it or being embarrassed about it now, Apple Bloom reasoned, not when they’d already agreed to… this. It certainly couldn’t be as embarrassing as how Scootaloo had first seen it, at least, in the midst of ejaculating all over herself. So, with a steadying breath, Apple Bloom flopped back on a small pile of cushions so she could give her friend a proper look. As Sweetie Belle watched in awe, the entire package between her legs became visible, the firm, pink and yellow shaft slapping once against her belly before sticking fully up into the air, proudly displaying itself, while her testes hung just underneath, thick and ready with everything she’d need to help fix Sweetie Belle’s estrus dilemma.

“Oh my gosh…” Sweetie Belle marveled, not even blinking as she stared at it.

“Eh-heh…” Apple Bloom chuckled embarrassedly. “N-never, uh….n-never seen one before?”

“Not erect…” she said. Her jaw was actually hanging slack as she gawked at the thing, and might even have drooled a little before she caught herself and snapped her mouth closed. “W-why are you already… um… erect, anyway?”

“Ah can’t help it, this thing’s a lot harder ta control than Ah thought it’d be,” Apple Bloom said. “Every sexy thought Ah get makes it wanna pop up, an’ Ah gotta force it not to. And even then it don’t always work… soon as Ah knew y’all were serious about this, Ah couldn’t stop it from gettin’ hard as a rock.”

“Really? You… you really think I’m that attractive?” Sweetie Belle asked, her eyes wide with mild shock.

“Well… yeah, Ah guess so,” Apple Bloom admitted. “Ah mean, the boy part o’ me sure does, anyway. Obviously…”

Sweetie Belle hesitated. “You don’t… like like me, though, right?”

“N-no, no, a’course not,” Apple Bloom assured her. “Like we said, this is just, ya know, one friend helpin’ out another, right?”

“Right… whew, good,” Sweetie Belle said, relieved. “I mean, you’re a great friend, Apple Bloom, but--”

“Ah know, ya like like somepony else.”

“Yeah…”

Sweetie Belle went crimson again, and an awkward moment of silence passed between the fillies before Sweetie Belle pushed through it and crawled just a little bit closer. “So… could I, um… touch it?”

Apple Bloom gulped, feeling her dick twitch, and tried her best not to let on any more than that how amazing that idea sounded. “Sure… go right ahead.”

“Thanks… I’ll be gentle.”

“Yeah, please do. ‘Specially with the, uh… the sack.”

“Oh… you mean this?” Sweetie Belle asked, her hoof laying in Apple Bloom’s lap directly atop the organ in question. “Where your… t-testicles are?”

Apple Bloom squirmed the instant the hoof landed. “Ah! Y-yeah, those. They’re crazy sensitive.”

“Okay, I’ll be extra careful,” Sweetie Belle said, and proceeded to feel up her friend’s new genitals as gently as possible.

To Apple Bloom’s surprise and satisfaction, light strokes around her testes actually felt pretty good. They were still as sensitive as a clitoris, but also like a clit, touching them was more than welcome if it was gentle enough. Fortunately Sweetie Belle seemed satisfied with just exploring with her hoof for now, and so Apple Bloom enjoyed it while it lasted, heaving a content sigh as the dainty hoof played with each of her jewels one by one, and then together.

“You’re making a lot of funny noises,” Sweetie Belle observed. “Does this really feel good?”

“Sure does,” Apple Bloom said. “Long as yer gentle, it feels real nice. Like… a back rub, but sexier.”

“Oh… hehe… um, you’re welcome?” Sweetie Belle smiled modestly, her hoof lifting the testes a bit higher as she dipped her head low and peeked beneath them. “Gosh, you really weren’t kidding, your filly parts are totally gone. That must feel pretty weird.”

“A little,” Apple Bloom admitted. “But ta be honest, when this thing is gettin’ attention, it feels nice all the same.”

“Yeah, I guess it would,” Sweetie Belle agreed.

Her hoof left Apple Bloom’s balls now, moving on in her exploration and traveling up the shaft proper. Gradually she circled the pale yellow base, and then rose further, bumping over the medial ring on her way up toward the flesh-pink tip. The journey was both amazing and agonizing for Apple Bloom, pleasing her and turning her on something fierce, but at the same time making her long for more, for not just a hoof exploring her penis one spot at a time, but rather something more all-encompassing, something warm and wet and snug…

“Unnhh…” Apple Bloom let out an involuntary groan as Sweetie Belle’s hot, heavy breaths washed over the sensitive flesh, adding an extra dose of pleasure to the one her hoof was already creating. “Sweetie, that feels real nice…”

“Yeah, I-I could tell. It’s, um… starting to leak…”

Apple Bloom glanced down at herself, seeing that Sweetie Belle was quite right. Beads of pre-cum dribbled down the tip of her dick and along the rest of the shaft until they landed either on Apple Bloom’s pelvis or Sweetie Belle’s exploring hoof, leaving slick trails wherever they fell. Sweetie Belle seemed fascinated by this, much like Scootaloo had; the scent of male arousal surely had some sort of instinctual trigger to it, sending signals straight to the burning nethers of any filly in estrus, and Sweetie Belle was no exception. She was panting for breath now, drooling again and not even trying to hide it this time, and now another hot, wet scent hit Apple Bloom’s nostrils, informing her that Apple Bloom wasn’t the only one whose junk was lubricating itself.

“S-so, um…” Apple Bloom stammered in a husky voice. “Ah think… Ah think that means we’re ready ta get started.”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Sweetie Belle said, shaking out of her slight daze. “How should we, um… do it? Are you supposed to… mount me, like the diagrams in class?”

Apple Bloom pondered that briefly as she recalled the textbook diagrams from their sex-ed class, and then shook her head. “Naw, me an’ Scootaloo didn’t do it like that. Ah don’t think it really matters, long as everypony likes it.”

“Oh… okay. Well… how do you want to do it?”

Apple Bloom paused for another moment of thought. “Well, climbin’ up on yer back sounds kinda painful fer whoever’s on the bottom… how about ya lay down here on the cushions like Ah am? An’ then, um… put yer legs out to the sides, an’ Ah’ll get between ‘em on top of ya?”

“Okay,” Sweetie Belle said, “if you think that’s best…”

Apple Bloom rolled off the floor and up onto her hooves, blushing only a little at the still-alien feeling of a dick slapping around between her thighs, and watched as Sweetie Belle adjusted the cushions and then took her place lying down on them. She took her time settling, making sure she was comfortable and that her tail was tucked neatly aside, and then slowly, hesitantly, she let her hind legs relax, and spread out and apart from each other.

Apple Bloom actually felt her jaw drop. She wasn’t exactly a stranger to a mare’s intimate parts, being quite familiar with her own over the years, and having seen under a hoof-full of other girls’ tails at a glance, including Sweetie Belle herself, but she’d never really looked at them before. Not even with Scootaloo that morning, really; that filly had been so eager to get going that Apple Bloom never actually took the time to check out her nethers before plowing into them.

This moment with Sweetie Belle, however, was worlds different.

Most obviously (and most enticingly), what had once been a small and almost featureless little slit between her friend’s hind legs was now a very inviting-looking opening, the marshmallow-white outer lips gently parted, exposing the pale pink flesh of her actual vagina. It wasn’t nearly as drenched and dripping wet as Scootaloo had been, but it still looked slick and invitingly moist, helped in no small part by the way the flesh around her clitoris especially spasmed and contracted every few seconds seemingly all on its own, like it was winking at her, beckoning her closer, hypnotizing her with some powerful, instinctual allure that left her taking a turn at drooling.

And that wasn’t all there was to look at. Where before there had been a smooth, featureless underbelly, she now saw two tiny little nipples, bright spots of pink against her white coat right below her belly button, like rosebuds just beginning to form, ripe and stiff for the suckling. And where once she had politely avoided looking directly under the base of Sweetie Belle’s tail (or anypony else’s for that matter), she now saw the tightly-puckered flesh of her tail-hole. They were both things she hadn’t even thought about, much less looked for when she was with Scootaloo, but they were impossible to miss now, with Sweetie Belle outright displaying herself like this.

Sweetie Belle herself, meanwhile, squirmed in place. “A-Apple Bloom, you’re staring…”

Apple Bloom swallowed hard and wiped her mouth, but couldn’t quite tear her eyes away from the sight. “Sorry, Ah… Ah just never really looked at a filly down there before.”

“Really? Not even yourself?”

“Well Ah can’t exactly get a good look up mah own cooch, Ah ain’t that flexible…”

“You could’ve just used a little vanity mirror--”

“Do Ah look like Ah own a vanity mirror?”

“…Point taken.” Sweetie Belle gulped as well. “Is… is it really that fascinating?”

“Mah boy part sure thinks so,” Apple Bloom said, her dick twitching excitedly as if to prove the point. “It definitely wants to, uh… g-get started.”

“Oh, right…” Sweetie Belle gave a rapid nod. “Y-yes, please do… and hurry, the heat is starting to get really uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, yeah, gotcha,” Apple Bloom said, and took a few steps forward, until her body was halfway over Sweetie Belle’s. Her dick lined up with the other filly’s wet hole, the tip brushing and prodding at the outer lips and threatening to slide straight in. The two fillies shared one last glance of mutual understanding, and then Apple Bloom stepped forward and pumped her hips, spreading Sweetie Belle the rest of the way open and popping her tip inside.

Warmth and wetness met her dick instantly, sending familiar ripples of pleasure up her shaft, and Apple Bloom heaved a happy sigh, already eager for more. Sweetie Belle let out a quiet squeak of shock, but didn’t resist or try to stop her, so Apple Bloom took another step forward, ready to push against the tight inner flesh. Both of them were so thoroughly lubricated by now, though, that her girth slid inside easily. So easily, in fact, that Apple Bloom stumbled on her next too-quick step and fell forward onto her knees, penetrating Sweetie Belle the rest of the way down almost all at once and making both fillies gasp in shock and pleasure, until Apple Bloom was lying fully atop Sweetie Belle’s prone form, her excited dick buried to the hilt in her friend’s equally-eager pussy.

“Guhh…” Apple Bloom groaned, “sorry, Ah slipped… you okay?”

“Haaaaaaaoooooohhhh my gooooossshhhh,” Sweetie Belle was moaning, long and loud and high-pitched. “What… what…”

“Heh… Ah know. It feels… pretty amazin’ on this end too,” Apple Bloom said between gasps.

“It’s like… ohhh, my gosh, it’s like every nerve in my body is screaming at me, ‘Yes, this is good and right and you should keep doing this foreverrrrrr…’”

“Haha, wow, that’s… awfully specific.”

Apple Bloom sat upright on her knees and took another glance down Sweetie Belle’s body as she caught her breath after the initial rush of pleasure. Her friend’s hind legs were spread shamelessly wide, giving Apple Bloom as much room as she could, and it certainly looked like she needed to; her soaking pink hole was stretched open so much farther than it had ever been before, squeezed snug around its welcome guest. Every tiny movement drew another moan out of her, and when Apple Bloom pulled back just a bit, she could see glistening wetness coating her dick, assaulting her senses and drawing out her desire in every way it was surely designed by instinct and biology to do. Apple Bloom actually had to bite her lip to hold herself back and remind herself which organ was in control here.

“So, uh…y’all ready fer me ta… start moving?”

Sweetie Belle gave her another frantic nod of consent, punctuated by a heavy and almost impatient moan. “Hooohhhmigosh yesssss…”

“Heh… well alright then,” Apple Bloom said with a smile, wrapped her forelegs around her friend’s thighs, and got to work.

Much like it had been with Scootaloo, instinct filled the gaps when it came to her inexperience, and without even really knowing that it was correct, or why, she began moving her hips gently back and forth, pulling herself maybe halfway out of Sweetie Belle and then pushing forward and filling her again. A rush of breath passed Sweetie Belle’s lips with every stroke in or out, gasping for air as the invader left and then heaving it right back out as she was again filled with Apple Bloom’s dick. Apple Bloom didn’t dare go much faster, or else Sweetie Belle was liable to start outright hyperventilating, but she didn’t mind. The slower, steadier pace helped Apple Bloom keep her head at least, instead of descending into frantic hip-slapping like she and Scootaloo had done, and she was still reasonably sure that Sweetie Belle would prefer it this way. And it wasn’t like it didn’t still feel good; on the contrary, sex with Sweetie Belle was plenty incredible. Fast and furious had been great, but taking her time and savoring every single stroke and thrust was just as nice. Different, yes, and maybe less intense, but if her energy levels so far were any indication, she’d be able to keep this pace up for quite a bit longer, and that was a deeply satisfying thought.

Unfortunately Sweetie Belle didn’t look like she’d make it even that far. Already her body was trembling, her entire face was bright pink through her marshmallow coat, and she was absolutely howling with pleasure, one fore-hoof stuffed in her mouth to muffle the ecstatic cries while the other had wandered much further south and started to--

Apple Bloom’s next breath caught in her throat and her thrusts slowed to a near-stop as she looked down between their bodies. Just above the flushed, gooey mess that was their joined genitals, Sweetie Belle’s hoof was drawing firm, steady figure-eights around the two rosy little buds of her teats, both of them firm and erect and making Sweetie Belle’s rapid breaths hitch every time her hoof looped around one. And despite the slowing in Apple Bloom’s thrusts, Sweetie Belle seemed no less wracked with pleasure, her hips and hind legs quivering briefly as her hoof stopped making loops around her nipples and rubbed directly over them.

Oh yeah, Apple Bloom recalled distantly after a hazy moment of wondering, Sweetie Belle likes her nipples touched…

Indeed, the memory of sharing masturbation techniques with her friends had run through her mind that morning once already, just one of the many logs that had fueled the fire of her first jerk-off session, but she hadn’t dwelled on it for any particular amount of time. Now she wished she had, though, because the sight of Sweetie Belle playing with her nipples and gasping at every touch was more thrilling than Apple Bloom could have imagined. Not that she wasn’t trying to imagine it now, picturing Sweetie Belle alone in her room just endlessly looping circles over and around her nipples, not even touching anything else and still somehow bringing herself to a long and fulfilling orgasm--

Apple Bloom trembled herself for a moment. Good goddess, maybe she could imagine how thrilling that was. This whole male brain thing was really something else.

“Hhmmmhh…”

A soft but squeaky moan caught Apple Bloom’s attention, drawing her eyes back up to Sweetie Belle’s face. “Why… why’d you stop?” she whined, catching her breath between words.

“Oh, uh… sorry,” Apple Bloom said. “Ah just, uh, got distracted watchin’ ya… play with yerself.”

Sweetie Belle squirmed embarrassedly. “O-oh, no, I’m sorry… I didn’t even realize I was doing it… it was just sort of--”

“Hey, ya don’t gotta explain yerself,” Apple Bloom assured her. “It’s cute… and pretty hot, actually?”

“I… it is?”

“Totally,” Apple Bloom insisted, nodding rapidly. “Keep doin’ it all ya want, Ah’d like it if ya enjoyed this… Ah’ll even help if ya like.”

Sweetie Belle shivered and squirmed again, but more excited than embarrassed this time. “Alright,” she agreed, “just start moving again, please, the heat’s unbearable…”

“Sure, sure, ‘course…”

Apple Bloom hastily got their hips rocking again, a little bit faster this time, and shifted her stance so her front hooves were braced on Sweetie Belle’s hips rather than her thighs. Gradually her hooves worked their way inward, curving down below her belly button, and then finally meeting Sweetie Belle’s hoof already down there. Apple Bloom gently batted the hoof away, making Sweetie Belle give a short whimper of protest, but it died the moment Apple Bloom’s hooves took over, each of them rubbing around a nipple in a firm circle.

“Aaahh! Guhh, not t-too hard…!” Sweetie Belle gasped through her moans. “They’re like your sack, it hurts if you’re too hard!”

“S-sorry, sorry!” Apple Bloom stammered and backed off. She didn’t think she’d been rubbing that hard, but apparently she didn’t know her own strength. She was an Earth Pony, after all, and a colt now besides. She’d have to be more careful; if Sweetie Belle’s teats were really as sensitive as Apple Bloom’s new testes, the whole experience could be ruined if she wasn’t careful, and that was the last thing either of them wanted. Slowly Apple Bloom brought her hooves back up to the little pink nubs again, this time letting most of her weight rest on her hind legs and knees instead, so that her front hooves could rub over and around the nipples with much less pressure and all the same pleasure.

“Ahhh…” Sweetie Belle sighed, deep and content, like she was floating. “Yeah… yeah, that’s so much better, Apple Bloom…”

Apple Bloom smiled at that, which abruptly turned into a grimace as Sweetie Belle’s nethers clenched almost painfully tight around her sensitive dick. Apple Bloom knew from experience that meant her friend was very close to a climax, and that meant slow and steady time was over; she needed to hurry. If Sweetie Belle finished before she did, without any male seed to soothe her… well, Apple Bloom knew all too well how maddening that feeling was.

Fortunately for her, male bits should be much quicker to finish off if she set her mind to it.

“Sweetie, we’re almost there,” she said out loud. “Ah need ta… ta go fast fer this part, okay?”

Sweetie Belle gave her a rapid nod of consent. “Do it,” she moaned. “Do it, whatever it takes, just do it…”

Apple Bloom nodded back, and shifted her weight again so she could refocus on her thrusting and speed it up, their hips starting to make audible slaps as they met over and over. Surely it wouldn’t take much at this point, she was already throbbing and flared, it was just a matter of beating Sweetie Belle to the finish, or at least getting there at the same time…

“Oh goddess, Apple Bloom… I-I’m almost… I’m gonna…!”

…Or maybe she wouldn’t make it after all. Shoot. For whatever reason, either their slower pace so far or the fact that she’d already blown off two loads earlier that day, her orgasm didn’t seem to be coming quite as fast as before. At this rate Sweetie Belle would finish maybe a minute or so sooner, and that was a minute or so longer than she would ever wish that unsatisfied agony on one of her best friends. She needed to change tactics.

“Hang on, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom said through a groan, summoning every sexy thought she could to help hurry her climax along while she tried to buy just a bit more time. “T-try ta hold it… until Ah’m with ya…”

“W-what?! But--!”

“Jus’ trust me, please, ya don’t wanna finish ‘til Ah’m with ya… hold on fer jus’ a minute!”

Sweetie Belle huffed and bit her lip against a strangled groan, but seemed to do as she was told and hold back her much sought after climax. Apple Bloom swiftly took advantage, abandoning the nipple play and throwing her body forward until her front hooves were on either side of Sweetie Belle’s head, along with most of her weight, so her hips could piston back and forth free of burden and sink deep into Sweetie Belle’s warm depths with a wet, satisfying squelch every time.

“Apple Blooooooooommmm…” Sweetie Belle whined, looking straight up at her friend’s face now. “I can’t… I can’t…”

“Nnngggh, just… just a few… few more seconds,” Apple Bloom grunted, gasping harshly between words and breezing through every dirty, nasty thing her brain could think of to push her over the edge. How Fluttershy wanted a mate… how much hotter Cheerilee was all of a sudden… that magazine she found under Mac’s bed one time…

“Apple Blooooommmmmm!!!”

“C’mon, penis, Ah know ya want this…” she muttered to herself, ignoring her friend’s repeated whine and pumping her hips as hard as she could. She was almost there, if she could give herself just a couple more good and sexy thoughts. Sweetie Belle spreading. Sweetie Belle’s teats. Scootaloo’s pussy. Scootaloo licking cum off her face. Scootaloo gushing everywhere. Rumble. Rumble’s cock. Touching Rumble’s cock.

Spike.

Oh.

Spike with his cock out.

Oh goddess.

Shoving Spike’s cock to the hilt inside her own sopping wet pussy.

Oh fuck!

That one did it. That one did it good.

“Hnnnngggghhhh, NOW, Sweetieeeee!”

Sweetie Belle screamed and let herself go before Apple Bloom had even finished giving her permission, clamping down on the cock inside her so tightly that Apple Bloom saw stars, unable to budge her shaft even an inch in either direction. The unicorn twitched, shook, whimpered, grasped at the cushions beneath her, and generally lost all control of herself as the built-up, long-restrained tidal wave of orgasm finally hit her, and Apple Bloom was right there with her, clinging tightly to her friend’s body with her front hooves as her loins pulsed and quivered with the overload of pleasure. Feelings of relief and satisfaction flooded through her right behind the initial peak, and Apple Bloom heaved a happy sigh as her balls emptied themselves, sending a sticky torrent of semen up the length of her twitching cock and out into Sweetie Belle’s waiting pussy in slow, thick spurts.

The effect was as immediate as it had been with Scootaloo. Again Sweetie Belle screamed, the sound rising to such a high pitch that it broke off into a squeak and then fell silent, leaving her simply gasping in open-mouthed shock. Her face, already a brilliant pink, now blushed all the way to solid red, and if the repeated clenching was any clue, Apple Bloom was pretty sure her friend actually came again just from feeling jizz splatter inside her and calm the raging heat there. It was a little harder to tell for sure, Sweetie Belle didn’t gush filly-cum everywhere like Scootaloo did and remove all doubt, but the deeply satisfied look on her face and the rhythmic clenching of her channel around Apple Bloom’s dick was probably proof enough.

Speaking of which, Apple Bloom was actually feeling a little sore down there now. Her shaft was quickly shrinking down enough to pull out of her friend within seconds of expelling the last of its seed and receding back up into its sheath, and the throbbing she felt throughout the organ had gone from incredible pleasure to a dull ache. Three rounds in one day was probably starting to push its limits, Apple Bloom reasoned. Thankfully it would (probably) not be called on again for a while. Scootaloo had seemed fully satisfied after that morning, and so too did Sweetie Belle now. Her penis had earned a break.

“Well, Sweetie?” Apple Bloom said as she caught her breath. “How ya feelin’ now?”

Sweetie Belle heaved out a happy moan, still laying on the floor with her legs unglamorously splayed out and showing off her well-stretched hole leaking Apple Bloom’s load on the pillow under her butt. “Ohhh, Apple Bloom, I feel amazing… you guys were so totally right about this, sex is wonderful.”

“Uh, thanks, Sweetie, but Ah’m finished… you, uh… you can close yer legs now,” Apple Bloom pointed out with a soft blush.

Sweetie Belle took a quick glance down at herself at that, but shrugged unconcernedly and flopped her head back down to the cushions. “Mmhh, it’s fine, there’s nopony else here to see.”

Naturally, the clubhouse door creaked open the second the words were out of Sweetie Belle’s mouth.

“Um, guys?” said the pony walking blindly inside. “Listen, I’m sorry about earlier, I just--…”

Scootaloo froze in place, staring at the scene before her.

Sweetie Belle jumped, squeaked, and slammed her hind legs together with a sticky squelch of leaked jizz.

Apple Bloom simply groaned and facehoofed.

Silence and stillness held for about five solid seconds.

And then Scootaloo spoke.

“Oh come on!”

The clubhouse was once again immaculately clean and freshly scented after a quick ten minutes of work, thanks to the crusaders all chipping in. Apple Bloom scrubbed the cushion that had been underneath Sweetie Belle’s rump (and thus taken the vast majority of the abuse from their mixed fluids), and scoured the floor beneath that just for good measure. Sweetie Belle cleaned up… herself, mostly, wiping away the smears of semen between her thighs and the hot mess of fluids a little further up before the fur around the area could get sticky and clumped and gross. Even Scootaloo helped out, digging a can of air freshener spray out from the depths of the clubhouse’s junk trunk and liberally spritzing it all over, filling the air with the scent of a pine forest instead of ponies fucking.

That last part Scootaloo still hadn’t stopped grumbling about.

“I can’t believe you guys,” she said, her mutters once again turning coherent. “After all that crap you gave me for trying to set you up and shouting me down, I come back like twenty minutes later and you’d done it anyway. What the hay, seriously?”

“It wasn’t like we planned it that way,” Apple Bloom answered as she sat down on the remaining clean cushions and relaxed. “And nopony said it was a bad idea, y’all were just being--”

“A jerk,” Sweetie Belle interjected with a scowl.

“…a little forceful, is all,” Apple Bloom said instead.

Scootaloo scowled right back at Sweetie Belle from opposite corners of the clubhouse. “Hey, I said I was sorry. Besides, I was right, wasn’t I? You had sex, and now you’re feeling great, just like I said you would. You’d still be a shaky blushy mess if I hadn’t set you guys up. How about a little gratitude, huh?”

“Gratitude?!” Sweetie Belle laughed humorlessly. “For which part, the lying to me about the Moon Tea to get me to go back to the clubhouse with you? Or the constantly embarrassing me in front of other ponies talking about estrus?”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “What, you mean at school? Come on, you know I was only trying to help you.”

“How exactly is teasing me about it nonstop ‘helping?’”

Apple Bloom groaned to herself. Celestia above, there they went again.

“I wasn’t teasing you, jeez!” Scootaloo said. “You’ve been a total ball of stress since the season started, I just thought poking fun at heat season stuff might make you relax a little. I wanted to help you to not make such a big life-ending deal about it.”

“You should have just left me alone about it, you were making it worse! It’s embarrassing enough that you needle me about it when it’s just us, but doing it in front of Spike too? It’s humiliating!”

“Oh, like Spike even cares, you heard what he said, he’s used to hearing about that stuff from Twilight!”

“I care, Scootaloo!”

“Argh, alright, that’s enough outta both of ya, Ah’m gettin’ sick o’ this!”

The two arguing fillies whipped their heads around to look at Apple Bloom at her interruption, each jabbing an accusatory hoof at the other. “But she--!”

“Ah said shush!” Apple Bloom stopped them both, stepping into the center of the clubhouse and glancing back and forth between them. She’d had all of this argument she could take, and it was ending right here. “Now look, y’all are supposed ta be friends! Some silly argument like this shouldn’t come between us!”

“But--”

“No buts!” Apple Bloom shouted over the interruption. “Y’all need ta stop an’ try ta understand each other or yer never gonna get past this.”

Apple Bloom turned toward Scootaloo, focusing completely on her. “Scootaloo, not everypony is as comfortable talkin’ about stuff like estrus as you are. Everypony has their own way of dealin’ with things through the season, an’ if Sweetie Belle’s way is different from how you do it, then you just gotta respect that, Ah don’t care how silly or unnecessary ya think it is.”

Apple Bloom let that settle in Scootaloo’s head for a moment, and then turned completely toward Sweetie Belle instead. “And Sweetie Belle, no matter how rude ya think Scootaloo is being, Ah think you know she didn’t mean anything cruel by it, and it’s hurtful ta accuse her of it. She really did wanna help, because she’s yer friend and she cares about you an’ didn’t wanna see ya suffering when ya didn’t have to.”

Both of the other fillies squirmed in uncomfortable silence for several long seconds, which Apple Bloom took as a good sign that she’d gotten through to them. “So?” she pressed on. “Can we put this behind us now?”

Sweetie Belle made the first move, nodding and stepping toward the middle of the room. “…A-Apple Bloom’s right,” she said. “I’m sorry… I… I guess you were trying to help.”

“Did help,” Scootaloo stubbornly insisted.

“…Yeah. Did help,” Sweetie Belle grudgingly admitted. “Even if you were a rude, deceitful jerk about it… you were right. I feel a lot better now that Apple Bloom and I… n-now that we’ve… you know.” A blush filled her cheeks once again. “I’m… I’m glad you talked me into it.”

“…You’re welcome,” Scootaloo said after a long pause, and made her way over to the center of the room as well, standing a few inches away from Sweetie Belle now. “…And yeah, I guess I coulda been a little nicer about it--”

“A lot nicer.”

“…Okay, fine, a lot nicer.” Her wings twitched a little as she reluctantly swallowed her pride. “…I’m sorry too, okay? I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or embarrass you or anything… and I shouldn’t have lied to you about the Moon Tea.”

“Thank you,” Sweetie Belle said, smiling a little and extending a hoof. “So… still friends?”

“…Yeah. Still friends,” Scootaloo agreed, clapping her own hoof against Sweetie Belle’s.

“Thank Celestia,” Apple Bloom said, heaving a relieved sigh.

“…So you really feel better now?” Scootaloo asked.

“Yeah,” Sweetie Belle confirmed. “I feel great, the heat’s totally gone.”

Scootaloo grinned slowly. “And getting rid of it wasn’t too bad either, huh?”

Sweetie Belle immediately blushed, but let herself smile a little. “Yeah… that was pretty great too.”

“I’m still kinda mad I didn’t get to watch. We should do it again now that I’m here.”

Both of the other fillies gave her a sharp stare.

“Heh… oh come on, I’m just kidding… sort of…”

Apple Bloom snickered under her breath and shook her head. “No offense, Scoots, but Ah’ve had just about enough drama fer one day.”

Slam!

The clubhouse door flew open so hard it made a dent in the wall and nearly snapped off its hinges, making all three fillies jump and whirl around.

Applejack was standing in the doorway, glaring down at the three guilty-looking fillies. But most especially at the one in the middle who currently looked nothing like a filly at all.

Apple Bloom’s face went pale and her ears fell back flat against her head. “Uh-oh…”

“Damn right, ‘Uh-oh,’” Applejack growled. “You’ve got a lot of explainin’ ta do, little missy.”

Apple Bloom gulped down the sudden lump in her throat.

Ah am so screwed.