Three Heats, One Flame

Before her friends had time to ask, Applebloom pulled a glass bottle of cider from under the floor, uncorked it and laid down beside Rumble. Putting it to his lips, the cool liquid snapped Rumble out of his trance. The Apple family reserve woke a thirst he had been ignoring. Wrapping his lips around the bottle, he allowed the cold liquid to flow down his gullet. A stream of cider ran down his cheek as he drank, until Applebloom removed the bottle.

Panting a little, Rumble looked her in the eyes and then glanced at the other fillies.

“How do ya feel, Rumble?” Applebloom asked kindly.

“That. Was. Awesome,” Rumble said and looked at the ceiling again. “I’m so happy I came out here today,” he added, shifting position on the floor.

“Glad to hear it, I’m glad ya’ll decided to come as well. I really needed that,” Applebloom said. The warm feeling in her loins had a subdued glow to it now, a much better feeling than the self-play had left her with. She knew the contentment wouldn’t last for the rest of her heat, but if it just lasted a few hours she would be happy. Then she’d have to repeat the treatment, but this was a medicine she could look forward to.

“Yeah yeah, quit hogging him, will ya?” Scootaloo interjected, pushing Applebloom aside. “It’s my turn now.”

“Hey now!” Applebloom said as Scootaloo shoved her away, “That’s just rude.”

“Well excuse me, but I called dibs on second place, I can’t take it any more,” Scootaloo said, laying down beside Rumble, whose wings flared at Scootaloo’s touch. The orange filly looked him in the eyes and smiled. “Besides, it’s me he really wants, isn’t it Rumble?” she asked, putting a hoof under his chin, making him blush.

Rumble nodded meekly; there was no use fighting it. He’d had an eye for Scootaloo since fall.

It pained him a bit that he hadn’t dared to ask her before. Now he lay on a hard floor with the filly of his affections knowing not only about his desire for her, but also wanting him to mount her. And here he’d thought this day couldn’t get any better.

His nodding brought on a combined ‘awww’ from Sweetie Belle and Applebloom, which made Scootaloo’s face grow beet red as she cast a mock angry glare at her friends.

“Come on, Applebloom, let’s give these two some privacy,” Sweetie Belle said, lightly tugging Applebloom’s tail. The farm filly let out a grunt, but followed suit nonetheless.

Stepping out into the early afternoon sun, they both breathed fresh air for the first time in what seemed like forever. “Geez, she’s in a mood. She needs to get laid or something,” Applebloom said as Sweetie closed the door.

“Yea, I think that’s what’s happening, actually,” Sweetie replied. It was only then Applebloom realized what she had actually said. The two shared a grin, then a snicker.

With her friends out, Scootaloo turned her full attention on Rumble, moving her hoof down his neck and over his chest, feeling the little colt’s heart beating like a jackhammer inside of him. She smiled at him, glancing down at his nether regions. “So, how long does it usually take until you get hard again?” she asked, her loins burning with anticipation, a thin stream of fluid streaming out of her.

“Ehm, a few minutes, most of the time,” Rumble said nervously, his body heating up by the second, heart beating faster. He breathed heavily, not just from the lingering musky smell of heat, but just from being generally horny. Applebloom had been amazing, but he didn’t like her the same way he did Scootaloo.

“Hmph, I can’t wait that long,” Scootaloo said. Before Rumble could react, Scootaloo grabbed ahold of his head and pulled him into a kiss. Rumble’s eyes went wide as Scootaloo’s snout touched his, her wet lips pressing against his dry ones. He didn’t take long to adjust and slowly moved his hooves up Scootaloo’s sides, pulling her into his own embrace. Laying back against the floor he pulled Scootaloo down with him.

Scootaloo enjoyed Rumble’s hot breath against her snout. Wanting to give him the best she could muster, if only to get him hard faster, she opened her mouth slightly, brushing her tongue against Rumble’s teeth, a faint taste of apples still lingering. Rumble moaned slightly, he knew what Scootaloo wanted, and having seen his brother do it on numerous occasions, he had a slight idea of what to do. He opened his mouth as well, Scootaloo’s tongue darting in and wrapping itself around his. Rumble’s eyes went wide again, and for a moment he wanted to pull away. It didn’t feel like anything he’d expected, as Scootaloo’s powerful muscle slithered around his, their saliva mixing together creating a slick, slimy feeling in his mouth that felt both welcome and highly unpleasant at the same time. Not wanting to disappoint her however, Rumble allowed her to go on.

Imitating what she and Sweetie Belle had been doing earlier, Scootaloo explored Rumble’s mouth with her tongue, all while moving her hooves through his mane, getting tangled up in it. Freeing one hoof, she started feeling up his body, running her hoof down over his chest and stomach. Like most other pegasi, Rumble was rather nimble, though compared to Scootaloo’s small frame he seemed quite muscular for his age.

Continuing down, her hoof made contact with something warm that wasn’t covered in soft fur. Rumble had once again gone hard, his dick pressed between their bodies. Scootaloo grinned as she toyed with it in her hooves for a moment before standing up and turning around. Spreading her hind legs a bit and swishing her tail out of the way, she looked back at Rumble, and motioned for him to mount her.

Rumble sat still for a moment, transfixed at the sight of Scootaloo’s rear. Her orange flank glistened in the light; perfect globes of fat and muscle, with her dark colored, dripping slit centered perfectly between them. Standing up, he moved closer, never taking his eyes off of it until he was inches away. Musk assaulted him once again, but somehow hers was more pleasant than Applebloom’s, which had carried a thick earthy smell. Scootaloo’s was more pleasant, the sweet, light tone made Rumble’s cock twitch. He couldn’t put a hoof on it, but something about Scootaloo, aside from his crush on her, was more attractive to him than either Applebloom or Sweetie Belle.

Scootaloo jiggled her rump. “Come on, Rumble. I want you inside me,” she said, licking her lips. She gasped a little as Rumble heaved himself onto her back. The weight on her dock intensified her need to be penetrated. His hot panting against the nape of her neck, his hooves sliding down her sides until he found the right position, made her vision go white with lust.

Outside on the porch, Applebloom and Sweetie Belle did their best to enjoy the sunshine, although the dry heat in the air made their own flare up again. Applebloom found herself biting at the insides of her mouth and scratching herself constantly as itches she didn’t even know she had started cropping up everywhere.

“Why’d ya have to drag us out here, this heat’s becomin’ unbearable,” Applebloom said frustrated.

“I just wanted to give them a little privacy. You know that Rumble has had eyes for Scootaloo, right?”

“Well, to be honest, I don’t think much about that stuff,” Applebloom said, scratching her side.

“Well, he has,” Sweetie Belle said almost matter-of-factly, “So I figured they might want their first time alone.”

“How generous of ya,” Applebloom said.

“Eh, I guess my sister’s rubbing off on me,” Sweetie said, grinding her rump against the wood.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, it’s just this darn heat. Hey, wanna get down from here?” Sweetie Belle said, already half way down the ramp.

Applebloom followed, it would be cooler under the clubhouse, at the very least it would be in the shade. They had just made it off the ramp when a gasp sounded from inside the house, followed by a satisfied sigh.

“I guess he finally found the spot,” Applebloom said with a giggle. “I hope she’s in a better mood now.” Applebloom’s smile faded as a thought struck her. “Think he’s got it in him to help you next? I’d feel bad if we wore him out before your turn.“

Sweetie Belle didn’t look at Applebloom. Swallowing a little and looking down, she spoke softly, “Actually, I don’t think I want to try that at all,” she said solemnly, laying down in the shade beneath the clubhouse. Applebloom joined suit.

“What do you mean? Is there some other colt you’d rather have be your first? Are ya’ll attracted to that little brown one with the propeller hat?”

“Button Mash? No…no, actually, I don’t think I’m attracted to colts at all,” Sweetie Belle said with a sigh. “I thought I was earlier today when we ran into Rumble in the street, but I guess that was just the heat talking. It’s confusing. Part of me wants to get rutted, but the rest really doesn't.”

Applebloom scooted closer, putting a hoof on Sweetie’s shoulder. “Well, to be honest, I kinda figured it was something like that. If you wanna be with mares, or nopony at all, that’s for you to decide, and nopony else,” she said, nuzzling Sweetie Belle’s cheek. The unicorn smiled.

“Thanks, Applebloom,” she said, a sudden thumping noise interrupting her. “Heh, I guess Scootaloo’s having fun at least.”

Up in the clubhouse, Scootaloo was indeed having a blast. After a bit of awkward start, Rumble had finally managed to penetrate her, and had now found his rhythm.

Scootaloo groaned as the ach within her was massaged with every stroke. Rumble playfully nibbled at her wings, sending them rigid as she neared orgasm. Her self-treatment from earlier would pay off soon.

“Mmm, oh, Rumble, you’re so much better than that toy,” she said between pants.

“Glad, mph, to hear,” Rumble said, thrusting deep into her. It was much easier than it had been with Applebloom. She was smaller than her friend; not having to tiptoe meant he had a better angle. Imitating his brother from memory, he grabbed harder around her sides and lay his head against her back, licking at her neck. Scootaloo giggled from the treatment, as Rumble’s tongue flickered against her skin, sending a ticklish sensation throughout her body.

“Ohh, that’s a new one,” she said, “Where’d that come from?”

“Watching my brother,” Rumble said as he pulled out, slamming back in again with full force.

“Ah!, well, just keep going, I’m so close,” Scootaloo said as a pressure built within her, threatening to burst at any moment.

“Same here,” Rumble said through gritted teeth. Scootaloo being smaller made things easier to reach, but it also made her a bit tighter.

Below the clubhouse, Sweetie Belle and Applebloom lay in the shade of the tree. Spared the evening sun, but not the summer air, they fidgeted, never staying comfortable for more than a moment.

“Ugh, I can’t wait for this heat to pass. If it weren’t for Rumble taking the edge off, I’d be neck deep in the hard cider by now,” Applebloom said, sitting up with a groan. “This is killin’ me.”

“Then why don’t you just touch yourself?” Sweetie Belle asked, “I mean, we’ve all seen each other do it, there’s no shame in it anymore,” she said, sliding a hoof down to tend to her own burning.

“Nah, after that whole ordeal with Rumble, I don’t think touchin’ is gonna cut it for me. I need somepony else…” Applebloom trailed off as the fur on her back suddenly stood up, as Sweetie Belle’s hoof crept up her side. “Uhm, w-what’re you doing?”

“Well, you said it yourself, you need somepony else. And seeing how Rumble’s busy, why not…”

Applebloom scooted away slightly, “Um, I don’t know if I want to. It’s not you or anything, I’m just not…well, not into mares,” Applebloom said, head hung low. Sweetie Belle sat up and put a hoof around Applebloom’s shoulder.

“But when you watched me and Scootaloo, didn’t you get a little excited?” Sweetie Belle asked, not in a playful tone, but rather an understanding one.

“I guess, but I dunno. Ya’ll were kinda fun to watch. But I don’t really want to touch a mare like that. I mean, I already have those parts.”

“Oh, well, that’s okay,” Sweetie said, sitting down, leaning her back against Applebloom’s.

“Ya’ll aren’t upset, are ya?” Applebloom asked looking over her shoulder.

“What? No…no not at all, I kind of jumped you there,” Sweetie said with a sigh, “Heh, isn’t that what your sister warned us about, going too fast? Guess none of us are really ourselves today, huh?” she said with a slight snicker.

Applebloom chuckled a little, “Yeah, I guess not. Still, thanks for understanding,” she said and nuzzled the unicorn’s cheek a little, making her blush. Their ears twitched, as loud moans echoed from inside the clubhouse. “Guess they’re done…” Applebloom trailed off as a slight squelch interrupted her, “Sweetie Belle, are ya’ll…?”

“Mhmm,” Sweetie Belle mumbled as she casually stroked herself, obviously no interest in getting up just yet.

Blushing a little, Applebloom sat down back to back with Sweetie. She wasn’t into mares, but seeing as Rumble would probably be too spent to take on another round, this was as close as she’d get to being with another pony at the moment. Sliding a hoof down, she found herself still messy from Rumble. She wasn’t tormented by the ache for now, but it was still there. Slowly, she massaged her the needy flesh.

“Mmmh, I hate bein’ in heat,” Applebloom trailed of, leaning backwards into Sweetie Belle’s mane.

Inside the clubhouse, Scootaloo and Rumble lay together on the floor, both panting from their orgasms. Rumble’s flaccid member slowly retreated into him leaving a thin string of cum hanging between him and Scootaloo.

Slowly rolling off of Scootaloo, Rumble lay sprawled on his back in a vain attempt to shed some of his excess body heat, that was thwarted by Scootaloo immediately cuddling up next to him. He wasn’t going to complain though.

“How…how was it?” Rumble asked with a smile.

Scootaloo smiled contently, nuzzling his cheek. “You were great, Rumble. No, scratch that, you were awesome,” she said, giving his cheek a small lick.

Rumble blushed and wrapped a hoof around her body. “So, now what?” Rumble asked.

“Well, you want to be each other’s special somepony?” Scootaloo said with a yawn, bumping Rumble on the nose.

Rumble could only nod at her question.

“Sweet, that means we’ll be doing this again soon, I presume,” she added, gently rubbing his chest. “Say, think you can get it up a third time?”

Rumble’s heart skipped another beat, but despite the sensations he’d been experiencing he was simply too tired to get aroused. He shook his head. “No, as much as I’d like to, I don’t think I can. Give me time to rest, and we’ll see,” he said with a yawn.

“Oh, okay,” Scootaloo said, as the reciprocal yawn passed back to her. It was then she realized that she didn’t need to be rutted right now. Her head was clear, and the ache quiet. Sure, Rumble was still handsome, and if he wanted to go again, she’d be game, but she didn’t need it.

Deciding to make the best of them moment, Scootaloo switched position, pulling Rumble with her, moving them both so they were looking out the window. The sky outside had turned a bright orange. Though it was not the sound of evening birds that greeted them, but the moans of Applebloom and Sweetie Belle.

Rumble stroked Scootaloos mane, inhaling what little scent of it he could through the musk that clung to the room. It occurred to him that the smell was more pleasant that it had seemed that morning, and it affected him less, though that was probably due to being exhausted.

The stillness suddenly broke from a loud moan.

“Whew, I needed that,” came Appleblooms voice.

“Yeah…*huff*, me too,” Sweetie Belle said, falling sideways onto the grass, pulling Applebloom down with her in a fit of giggling.

Toppled in a pile under the tree, both fillies looked at each other and smiled.

“Heh,” Sweetie Belle began, “What was that you said about not being into mares, and yet you get on top of me like this?” she said, bumping Applebloom on the nose. The farm filly blushed slightly and hoofed Sweeties side, earning a mix between a laugh and a gasp from the unicorn.

“Hey, just cause I ain’t into mares doesn’t mean I can’t fool around with you,” Applebloom said playfully, flicking Sweetie Belle’s ear. “But, and I know this might sound weird, can I hug ya?” she added slightly awkwardly. Sweetie Belle gave her an understanding look and flipped her hooves around Applebloom as they watched the sky in almost complete silence.

“Do you want to go back inside? Scootaloo and Rumble are probably wondering where we are,” Sweetie Belle said.

“Nah, I think I wanna stay like this for a little while. Besides, the way you screamed earlier, I wouldn’t be surprised if half the town heard us,” Applebloom said, earning a poke in the back from Sweetie, “Ow.”

“Hey, you screamed just as much as I did,” Sweetie Belle said, “But you’re right, this is kinda nice. I don’t feel my heat as strongly anymore,” she continued.

“It’s probably the weather, it’s gettin’ a bit cooler,” Applebloom said with a satisfied sigh.

“Yeah, although tomorrow’s probably gonna be just as bad as today,” Sweetie said, “Oh well, at least you guys got Rumble.”

“Actually...” Applebloom said, perking up at the mention of Rumble. Looking up towards the Clubhouse she spoke a little louder than her normal voice. “Hey Scoots?”

“Yea?” Scootaloo’s voice answered from somewhere above them.

“Can I borrow your coltfriend for my heats?” Applebloom asked. There was a quiet murmur above her for a moment.

“Only if I’m allowed to watch,” They could hear the smirk on Scootaloo’s face.

Sweetie Belle and Applebloom snickered for a second before Sweetie paused. She imitated Applebloom’s tone, calling up to the clubhouse. “Rumble, can I borrow your marefriend for my heats?”

“Only if I’m allowed to watch.” Rumble answered, there was no pause in the response this time.

All four of the broke out into cackles as the sun finally dipped below the horizon. The first day of their first heat officially ended, the three relaxed a bit. The cool air and physical exhaustion was threatening to send them all to sleep when Sweetie Belle jolted out of a doze.

“Scootaloo?”

“Mumph?” was the answer she got from Scootaloo. Sweetie Belle imagined the two were tangled up cuddling, and more than happy to sleep where they laid.

“Aren’t we supposed to be at your house tonight?” Sweetie Belle said more than asked.

A very much more lucid “Horseapples,” answered her from above.