Chapters Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle both shook their heads, regaining their composure to a semblance of sanity. Trading a quick look, the two took off after Applebloom, quickly catching up to her, and setting a faster pace back to the clubhouse. Barreling up the ramp and through the doors, the three paused to catch their breath. Applebloom dropped the bag on the table and removed her wall-sticker and it’s tube of lube. “I’m gonna pass out if I don’t get this out of my system,” Applebloom said, browsing for a suitable place on the wall to stick the device.
“What did you get, anyway?” Scootaloo asked Sweetie Belle.
“Something called an egg, and a book,” she answered, placing the erotic photo book and her toy on the table. The toy looked very much like an egg, but with a long cord leading to a controller box.
Behind them, a throaty moan pulled their attention to Applebloom as she worked her hips against the wall. “Yea, that’s what I needed,” Applebloom groaned, stomping her hoof on the ground a few times.
“Didn’t that hurt?” Sweetie asked.
“Yes,” Applebloom said, taking a deep breath and easing her self away from the wall. “But totally worth it.”
Scootaloo watched Applebloom work her body against the toy. The first few movements punctuated with little winces, but bleary ecstasy quickly became Applebloom’s only expression.
Scootaloo watched Applebloom with hypnotic interest, til Sweetie Belle’s egg buzzed to life, its sharp sound jolting her out of the stupor. Both of her friends now preoccupied in their own relief, she took up her own device and laid on her side. Experimenting with the controls for a moment, she settled on starting with all three knobs set to just-barely on.
Placing the tip of the toy against herself, she found little resistance as it slid in. The animated little toy was half the girth of what Applebloom had gotten, and her wetness removed any resistance that might have otherwise been. It was only as the last bit slid home that Scootaloo found any discomfort. But then the bunny shaped part found her clitoral hood. The uncomfortable pressure forgotten for the double assault on the senses, the bunny massaging her clit and the shaft buzzing and writhing within her. The overwhelming stimulation tore an orgasm from her almost immediately. If felt good, but she needed more. More what , was the question now. Something about the lightning-fast climax fell far short of satisfaction.
It occurred to her she felt lonely, she needed to touch and be touched. Looking over to Sweetie Belle she found her looking intently at her erotic photo book, rubbing the buzzing egg against her marehood with one hoof, and caressing her own coat with the other.
Watching Sweetie Belle caress her body, Scootaloo felt a sudden warmth within her that wasn’t coming from her heat. It was a different warmth spreading throughout her body, one that made her heart beat faster and her loins to burn with lust. The young pegasus watched as her unicorn friend slowly pushed the egg-shaped vibrator into herself, the white outer lips of her sex parting, giving Scootaloo a quick glimpse of the pink flesh inside. She could see the wetness of Sweetie Belle’s flesh glisten in the sunlight coming in from the window, and Scootaloo started scooting over towards Sweetie, her wings fully erect.
Sweetie Belle squirmed against the wooden floor as the egg worked its magic, vibrating inside her and sending small shock waves of pleasure throughout her body. Panting heavily as she turned page after page of her photo book, revealing images she’d never imagined. Images of mares in all manner of positions, all of them pictured so as to give the best possible view of their privates, along with a lot of close-ups of said privates. Sweat dribbled down Sweetie’s forehead as she turned another page, revealing an image of a yellow mare with a luscious dark golden brown mane spreading her haunches for the camera, giving Sweetie a perfect view of her slit and butthole. Something about her smile and the way she presented herself sparked something within Sweetie Belle. The mare wasn’t just beautiful, in Sweetie’s eyes she was gorgeous. Lost within the images, she didn’t notice Scootaloo sliding up beside her; only taking notice once she felt a hoof lightly touching her thigh. Her eyes went wide for a moment, then she slowly turned her head to meet Scootaloo’s eyes. She smiled at the orange pegasus, who responded in kind.
“Mmm, Scoots, what’re you doing?” Sweetie belle asked while continuing rubbing her nethers, pushing the egg toy ever so slightly further into her.
“Well…” Scootaloo began nervously, “You need some help with that?” she asked sheepishly, silently praying that Sweetie Belle wouldn’t take it as some kind of insult. To her relief, the unicorn gave her a warm smile through half closed eyes and grabbed ahold of her hoof.
“You know, I think I might…” Sweetie said, moving Scootaloo’s hoof with her own, in circles over her stomach. She couldn’t put her hoof on exactly why, but Sweetie Belle really liked Scootaloo; and in her heatened state, that liking had grown into full blown attraction within minutes. She sighed as she guided Scootaloo’s hoof, slowly but surely pushing it downwards to her sopping wet nethers.
Scootaloo’s heart pounded like a jackhammer as she allowed Sweetie Belle to control her hoof. Scooting closer to the unicorn, she pressing her belly against Sweetie’s side and slowly moving her hind leg to brush against the unicorn’s thigh. Sweetie didn’t seem to mind, making Scootaloo braver by each passing second. She inched closer to Sweetie Belle’s face and glanced at the book lying on the floor. The image was of two mares laying on a grassy hill caressing one another, not unlike what they were doing right now. Sweetie Belle turned the page to reveal another picture of the two, this time though they had gone from caressing to kissing one another. Glancing at the picture, then at Sweetie whom gave her a playful smile and a wink, Scootaloo leaned in. Sweetie Belle didn’t flinch, leaning in as well. Placing her lips against Scootaloo’s, they shared a kiss.
The young mares, inexperienced and sloppy, stuck to gentle kisses to begin with, but they soon found a rhythm they both seemed to enjoy. Closing their eyes they lay back against the floor, Scootaloo grinding against Sweetie Belle as they did.
Sliding one hoof under Sweetie’s head, Scootaloo pulled her into a deeper kiss, while her other hoof found the unicorn’s teats. Scootaloo pushed against the soft mounds of flesh, electing a deep moan from Sweetie Belle, whom forced Scootaloo’s hoof ever downwards until it rested above her wetness.
Heat radiated from Sweetie’s nethers, as Scootaloo let her hoof be guided down and onto Sweetie Belle’s marehood. Parting the vaginal lips, her hoof becoming soaked. With a low moan, Scootaloo began rubbing her hoof against the unicorn’s sex, trying to get the feel of the other mare’s flesh: she soon found what she was searching for. Sweetie Belle yelped and broke the kiss abruptly as Scootaloo rubbed a hoof over her swollen clit.
From her spot at the other side of the room, Applebloom watched her two friends, not knowing exactly what to think. One thing was for certain; they were certainly enjoying themselves more than she was right now. Despite the dong giving her what she needed, it wasn’t enough. Something was lacking, but she didn’t know exactly what it was. Watching Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle with a hint of jealousy, she wanted to be touched like they were, though she resisted the urge to join them. Both her friends had known each other longer than they’d known her, and she wasn’t really sure about having Sweetie or Scootaloo touch her like that.
Watching them she still found it hard to concentrate on her own pleasure. Standing up turned out not to be a very ideal position for her, so she dislodged the dong from the wall and lay down on the floor, never taking her eyes of Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, whom by now had gotten into full blown intercourse, furiously rubbing each other’s nethers with their hooves.
Making herself comfortable on the floor, she moved a hoof behind her back, guiding the dildo back inside herself, and using her other hoof to rub her aching clit. The effect was almost instant. A loud moan came from Applebloom as she shoved the dildo as far as it would go into herself, all while moving her hoof in circles over her swollen nub. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle stopped briefly and glanced over at Applebloom, their brows brimming with sweat, a thin strand of saliva breaking between the tips of their tongues.
“Heh, how’s it going there, AB?” Scootaloo asked with a heavy pant.
Applebloom looked up and met Scootaloo’s gaze, biting her lip. “Ah’m jus’ fine, ya’ll keep doin’ yer thing,” she said, wincing as the dildo slid out of her, only to slam back in seconds later.
“Hey, Sweetie Belle?” Scootaloo said, not taking her eyes off Applebloom’s crotch.
“What?”
“Let’s give her a little show,” Scootaloo said in a sultry tone. Reaching for the book and scanning through the pages until she found something interesting. “Let’s do this one,” she said, showing Sweetie Belle the image she’d just found.
Sweetie’s heart skipped a beat; before her eyes was the image of two mares lying on the ground, their muzzles buried in each other’s nethers. In the upper and lower corner of the picture were smaller close-ups of their tongues going in and out of each other’s wet folds. “Umm, Scoots, I don’t know if I’m…” Sweetie began, but wasn’t able to finish her sentence as Scootaloo switched position, and Sweetie found her face just inches away from Scootaloo’s dripping cunt. the powerful scent invading her nostrils, making her cough slightly. “W-wait, Scootaloo, I’m not…I’m not ready to-AH!” Sweetie Belle was cut off again as Scootaloo ran the tip of her tongue over Sweetie Belle’s clit, electing a spastic jump from the unicorn as a jolt of pleasure shot through her.
Sweetie Belle squirmed underneath Scootaloo as the young pegasus started her oral love making. Her body writhed from side to side as new worlds of pleasure opened up for her. Her breathing quickly became frantic as Scootaloo grabbed ahold around her hind legs, spreading her apart and suckled on her clit. The combined assault of Scootaloo and the still very much active egg vibrator inside her, sent Sweetie Belle into an almost psychedelic rush. Pressure began building inside her more powerful than anything she’d ever experienced. She tried collecting herself, opening her eyes she was once again met by the sight of Scootaloo’s rear. The pegasus’s pussy dripped with arousal fluid that trickled out onto Sweetie Belle’s chest, carrying a powerful musky smell that sent Sweetie’s nose into overdrive. Leaning in, Sweetie placed a hoof at Scootaloo’s outer lips and spread them apart, revealing her glistening sex. Scootaloo was practically soaked, and Sweetie became almost paralyzed, just staring intensely into the pink marehood.
On her end, Scootaloo was having a blast, diving into her friend’s pussy like there was no tomorrow. She didn’t know a lot about what she was doing, only that by licking and suckling Sweetie Belle’s clit she was able to make the unicorn squirm beneath her; which was good enough for her. She didn’t mind too much that Sweetie wasn’t as into it reciprocating, instead focused on giving the unicorn her A-game. She gave the swollen nub a broad lick, starting at the back of her tongue and ending it with a flick of the tip, electing another little jump from Sweetie. Scootaloo was pleased. With her hooves she massaged Sweetie Belle’s soft flanks, realizing just now how good they felt, almost like marshmallow in her hooves.
Scootaloo glanced up at Applebloom. The yellow filly was busy enjoying herself, furiously working the dildo; once in a while looking at Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle through half closed eyes. Scootaloo had a feeling that Applebloom was enjoying herself more than she let on, and decided to put on more of a show for the farm filly. Using a hoof she carefully spread Sweetie Belle open, giving Applebloom a nice view of the unicorn’s sex, while continuously licking Sweetie’s clit. Scootaloo’s muzzle had taken on a darker shade than the rest of her face, her fur soaking up Sweetie Belle’s juices as she licked her.
Applebloom looked at her friends going at it, growing hotter by the minute as she pleasured herself. It was admittedly a strange thing, watching her friends engage in sex this way. Just a few days ago none of them would’ve even thought of such a thing, now they were at it like there was no tomorrow. Despite the hotness, Applebloom reserved herself with watching for now, sorting out her emotions best she could. She did like her friends a lot. Heck, she even loved them in some way, but she wasn’t sure she did in the same way they were doing right now. But she could figure that out later; the combined effort of the dildo and her own rubbing finally about to pay off.
Appelbloom lay back against the floor, furiously rubbing herself, making quick circular motions around her clit with the tip of her hoof, while shoving the dildo as fast as she could muster into herself. Glancing over at her friends again, Sweetie Belle’s lower body shivered as her orgasm approached, and Scootaloo didn’t look far behind on her side either.
In fact, the orange pegasus was having a difficult time pleasuring Sweetie Belle, as the young unicorn had taken it upon herself to give the pegasus some pleasure of her own. Sweetie Belle had found Scootaloo’s discarded crystal bunny, and was shoving it in and out of Scootaloo at a quick pace, never allowing the clitoral stimulator to remain long enough for Scootaloo to reach orgasm.
Scootaloo squirmed on top of sweetie Belle, desperately trying to lick the unicorn’s swollen clit, a task becoming increasingly difficult as her young cunt stretched as the toy writhed within her and her clit flickered by the toy. It was almost torture, as her body quickly built up to orgasm, only to have it die down and be re-awakened again. This hellish teasing was highly enjoyed by Sweetie Belle, who enjoyed watching the orange cunt stretch wide before her eyes, juices leaking out around the edges, wetting Scootaloos inner things. She shoved the toy into Scootaloo once more, leaving it in for just long enough to bring Scootaloo in for an orgasm, then pulled it out just as Scootaloos rump started shivering.
“Ah! D-darn it, Sweetie Belle, stop teasing me!” Scootaloo yelped, “Just let me cum already!”
Sweetie Belle snickered. “Not before I do,” she said, letting the clit stimulator flick across Scootaloos nub again.
“Alright,” Scootaloo said between pants, “You asked for it,” she added. Cupping her lips over Sweetie’s hood, Scootaloo took the unicorn’s clit into her mouth and sucked on it, electing a moan from Sweetie Belle. Scootaloo then took it to a whole new level, as she quickly started swirling her tongue around Sweeties clit, sending a massive shock wave of sensitive pleasure through Sweetie Belle’s body. Sweetie threw her head back and breathed heavily, almost hyperventilating as the sensitive flesh was given the roughest treatment ever.
Not being one to leave a friend hanging though, Sweetie Belle turned Scootaloo’s vibrator to the max and shoved it into the pegasus. Scootaloo had to stop herself from biting down as her eyes widened in shock, her cunt suddenly under assault by vibrations, her walls stretched to the absolute max. Glancing around, she reached for the control pad on Sweetie Belle’s egg, and turned the dial as far as it would go.
Applebloom watched her friends best she could as they fooled around. Biting her lip hard she finally managed to reach tipping point, the view of her friend’s lewd activities combined with her own work having finally paid off. Her body stiffened a little and her back arched as she let out a long moan that quickly turned into a yelp as her dam burst, matting her tail and pooling on the floor. She panted heavily and allowed her body to relax, pulling the soaked dildo out of her dripping cunt, laying it to rest on the floor.
From a spot outside the clubhouse, a pair of eyes watched the activities inside with great interest. Rumble had been watching the three fillies for a good while now. Though he wasn’t sure whether or not to approach.
It had taken a great deal of courage to seek out the Crusaders again, especially after the way he’d acted this morning. Despite being nervous, he really wanted to see them again, especially Scootaloo, having had a crush on her for a good while. And now that an opening had presented itself for him, he beat himself mentally for not having acted on the Crusaders approach earlier. Now, with the smell of their combined heats taking over his senses, his mind becoming clouded with lust, Rumble worked up the last bit of courage he needed. A sudden yelp momentarily snapped him out of his blissful state, his eyes once again focusing on Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle.
Scootaloo couldn’t hold back any longer. Without pulling away from Sweetie Belle she clenched her eyes shut and moaned loudly around the clit, the vibrations driving Sweetie Belle over the edge as well. Her wings tensed up along with her hind legs as the vibrator swirled one last time inside her, a small stream of marecum squirting out of her cunt and nearly hitting Sweetie Belle’s face, before splashing on the floor behind her. As she came, Scootaloo nibbled Sweetie’s clit and flicked her tongue across the top. Sweetie Belle arched up as sparks of green light erupted from her horn, her body tensing as a massive orgasm hit her. Pulling the egg out with her magic, the little vibrator was followed suit by a powerful squirt of juices that nearly hit the wall behind Applebloom, which was followed by a trickle of built up marecum dripping out of her.
Scootaloo rolled off Sweetie Belle, still basking in the afterglow of her own orgasm. She panted heavily and looked over at Applebloom, who had recovered from her orgasm, and was now looking at the ceiling.
“Hey, AB, how do you feel?” Scootaloo asked.
“Ah feel awesome, that was just what Ah needed,” Applebloom responded without looking at Scootaloo.
“So now what?” Sootaloo asked.
“Well, Ah guess we’ll just have ta wait ‘n see, though Ah have a feelin’ we’ll be doin’ this again real soon,” Applebloom said, a lingering feeling of heat still inside her. Unlike her friends, Applebloom had only received one orgasm so far and wasn’t as spent as they were, and was slowly finding herself in need of something more. Unbeknownst to her, that something wasn’t far away.
*thump*
Three pairs of ears flickered at the sound of something hitting the ramp outside, as the three fillies all turned their heads towards the door. Applebloom swallowed a little and slowly got up, headed towards the door.
“Who could that be?” she asked, her mind still a bit woozy. Her friends just shook their heads slowly in response. “Ah hope it ain’t mah sister, Ah’d hate for her ta see this,” the farm filly continued.
“Then don’t open the door,” Sweetie Belle said, standing up and walking over to join Applebloom, putting her hoof on Applebloom’s. Scootaloo got up as well and joined her friends. Pressing her ear against the door she listened carefully, though the only thing she could hear was a slight breathing.
“Well, somepony’s out there alright,” Scootaloo said, “And from the sound of it…I don’t think it’s your sister,” she added.
“How do you know that?” Applebloom asked, joined by an equally curious Sweetie Belle.
“Well…let’s just say I’m a good listener,” Scootaloo said.
“Really? You don’t show that in class,” Sweetie said, cocking an eyebrow.
“I have more interesting things to listen to than Miss Cheerliee’s stuff, now hush,” Scootaloo said and kept listening. After a short while she looked at her friends and narrowed her eyes, putting on a smile. “Girls, I think, there’s a colt outside.”
Author's Note
Co-author: Exelzior
Both Applebloom’s and Sweetie Belle's heart skipped a jump at the mention of the opposite sex, and a new wave of heat came rushing through them.
“Y-You’re sure?” Applebloom asked, heart still fluttering, and her nethers starting to tingle slightly.
“Mmm, about ninety percent,” Scootaloo answered.
“Oh, I hope he’s one of the cute ones,” Sweetie Belle said with a slight squeak, blushing.
“Well, let’s not keep ‘im waiting,” Applebloom said and grabbed ahold of the handle, and before her friends could react to it, she flung the door open. “Ohhh, hi, Rumble,” Applebloom said with a sly smile on her lips, looking at the shocked colt standing in the doorway. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo peeked out as well.
Rumble froze on the porch, completely dumbfounded. He again faltered under the assault of the sultry looks of the three fillies. The courage and calm he had talked himself into vanished as the combined smell of their heats and sex washed over him. His face scrunched up a little as he gasped for breath, only to inhale a large whiff of air carrying the most powerful musk he’d ever felt. His eyes watered as he fought to breathe, and his cock swiftly slid out of its sheath, growing rock hard in within a few heart beats. Rumble’s face reddened out of sheer embarrassment, he was powerless against his own body. He looked at the three fillies with a mixture of fright, shyness and out of control horniness.
“Uhhh, hi girls…” was all Rumble could come up with, “H-how’re you doing?”
“Oh, we’re fine, how about you?” Applebloom asked, taking a step towards the trembling colt, “What brings you around?” she continued in the sultriest tone she could muster, almost making Rumble cower before her. Being an earth pony she was both a little bit bigger and muscular than he was, and Rumble suddenly found himself the smaller pony.
“Uhh, w-well, I wanted to see you girls because…ehhh…” Rumble stammered.
“Because?” Scootaloo interjected, stepping up beside Applebloom, narrowing her eyes at Rumble. “Say, were you watching us?” she suddenly blurted out, making Rumble almost wet himself in sheer terror, as well as making her friends put on some rather shocked expressions. Rumble didn’t need to say anything though, the redness of his face gave him away. He solemnly nodded.
“I’m…I’m sorry, I just wanted to see you girls so badly. After this morning--in the street…I didn’t know what to do; I spooked. But then, I just wanted to see you again so badly and then…” Rumble hesitated and glanced at the floorboards, swallowing hard before continuing his confession.
“And then?” Applebloom asked in mock anger, although it was enough to make Rumble shiver.
Rumble began a recount of every moment since the encounter at the market, but it faded to mumbles in Applebloom’s ears. Her self-play had taken the edge off her heat, but the colt’s presence was quickly unraveling the relief. His subtle smell brought the ache in the loins back, and the sight of him made her long for his weight on her back. She moved her eyes down for a second to catch a glimpse of Rumble’s rock hard member, licking her lips lightly at the sight of it.
Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle were less subtle than their friend. Especially Scootaloo, whose head was permanently fixed just above ground level.
Rumble noticed her staring at him, causing him to blush even harder, his forehead brimming with sweat.
“I got here maybe fifteen minutes ago,” Rumble said, pausing to keep his calm, “and I was going to knock but…then I got nervous again, flew up into the tree and then…then,” Rumble took a deep breath, knowing it was now or never. “I saw you, and I just couldn’t stop watching. I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help myself…”
“Well, well, hear that girls, he just couldn’t help himself,” Applebloom said, using the voice and flair she used when imitating Diamond. Sweetie Belle giggled at the inside joke, but Scootaloo was still too focused on Rumble’s rod for the humor to sink in.
Applebloom turned back to Rumble with a devious grin, making the already scared colt take a step backwards. “Well, Rumble, it seems you’re quite a bad little colt…now what do you think happens to bad colts that spy on innocent fillies?” she said with a toothy smile.
“W-wait, no, I’m sorry, I’ll just go away, this was a stupid idea,” Rumble said and turned to fly away, but before he could take of he felt a tug on his tail, followed by a strong pull sending him flying into the clubhouse. He had thought the smells on the porch were strong, but inside the clubhouse he discovered a whole new level of sensory overload. His nose burned under the assault of pheromones. The drug tingling in his veins as it coursed its way through his body, sharpening his senses, while clouding his mind.
As he slowly got up, he found himself surrounded by the three fillies. In a flash of movement, they had locked the door and bolted the window; preventing him from leaving, or any fresh air from entering the small house. This in combination with the hot summer sun made Rumble sweat rivers.
“W-what’re you going to do with me?” Rumble asked, still afraid, but at the same time his mind filling with images of the things he wanted to do with the three. Despite his fear, he realized this was an opportunity that seldom presented itself to anypony; having three willing fillies in heat, no doubt clawing for his attention, all to himself. He swallowed hard.
“Well,” Applebloom began, “Let’s just call it a bit of punishment for spying on us. You got to watch us, now we want to watch you ,” she said, stepping up to him and poking him in the chest with a hoof, joined soon by Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. “Or rather, we want to watch you with us.”
“And, seeing how I played all-by-myself last time, I’d like to get the first round,” Applebloom said. Turning from Rumble to her friends, she let her bravado fade into pleading eyes. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle let out a disgruntled whine, but nodded for her to continue.
Rumble missed the silent conversation between friends, his heart skipping a beat as he staggered back, bumping into the table. He had not yet righted himself before Applebloom put her mask of confidence back on and placed a hoof under his chin. Lifting his frightened gaze to meet hers. “Or am I gonna have to go an’ tell my sister about this?” she said.
Rumble found a moment of sobriety at the mention of Applebloom’s sister. It was well known around town just how close knit the Apples were, and Rumble could only imagine what would happen if Applejack found out he’d been spying on her sister. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been scolded by a grownup for improper behavior, but he still wouldn’t take the risk. And Rumble knew deep down that he’d be a fool not to take this chance, not to mention the ridicule he’d be suffering from all males around town for not having jumped on it sooner.
He gave a weak nod and put on the best smile he could muster. “Okay…So, how you wanna start?” Rumble asked.
“Applebloom?” Sweetie belle said, giving her a serious look. “Remember what your sister said. Her words shook the other two fillies visibly, as their predatory posture wilted.
“I’m sorry Rumble,” Applebloom said, sitting down with her head hung low. “You can say no. I’m not going to tell my sister, and you can leave. If you want to,” she said gesturing to the door with a hoof.
Rumble closed his eyes and thought, or tried to think. The pheromone drug had left his entire being screaming for sex. He had followed them here, he had been pining for Scootaloo’s attention for months. “Are you protected, from pregnancy?” he asked.
The three all nodded that they had taken precautions.
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” he answered.
With a grin, Applebloom rose back to her hooves and turned around, exposing herself to Rumble. The colt gasped at the sight of her glistening marehood. Applebloom snickered.
“Well, are you just gonna look all day, or are ya’ll gonna mount me?” she asked playfully, wiggling her ass a little. She wanted him to lunge and cover her; she needed his weight on her back, his forelegs clutching her barrell, his breath on her neck.
Rumble could only stare transfixed at the yellow globes and the dripping sex between them. Slowly he leaned forwards, eyes tearing up from the overpowering smell, and without thinking he gave the pink slit a light lick. Applebloom visibly shivered from the touch, eyes widening in surprise. “Whoa!” was all she could say as Rumble gave her several light flicks with the tip of his tongue, slightly parting her lips.
Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle sat back on the floor and watched Rumble toy with Applebloom. Sweetie Belle smirked at the colt’s hesitation and slowly moved a hoof down to touch herself, having grown increasingly wet at the thought of being in his place.
Meanwhile, Scootaloo eyed Rumble’s body, imagining what it’d be like to be mounted by him, have him nibble along her wings while he penetrated her. As soon as Applebloom was done with him, she decided, she’d be next in line. Until then she slid a hoof between her own hind legs, touching herself with eyes locked onto Rumble’s swaying phallus as he kept lapping at Applebloom.
Rumble had to blink tears out of his eyes as he tried not to inhale too much of Applebloom’s musk, though it didn’t help. He barely saw anything through the tears and just went by instinct at this point, sliding his tongue into Applebloom’s slit, tasting the rawness of her cunt. The inner flesh warmed his tongue, getting it covered in her juices. Applebloom panted slightly.
“C-come on now, Rumble, get to work will ya…ah…” she inhaled sharply as Rumble’s tongue brushed over her clit. Not wanting to waste any more time she shoved her weight back, forcing Rumble to stumble back.
“Did I do something wrong?” Rumble asked.
“No, I just really need a fuckin’ more than foreplay. Don’t get me wrong, the lickin’ was fine, but what I really need, is you on my back, with that cock of yours inside me,” Applebloom said, sweat dripping from her forehead as she looked at Rumble almost pleadingly.
From their viewing spot, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle gave an audible snicker, making Applebloom turn her head towards them, only to find them both just smiling at her. Applebloom huffed and motioned for Rumble to mount her, which he awkwardly did, his erect cock swinging back and forth as he shoved forward, trying to grapple Applebloom’s hindquarters. Sweetie stifled a laugh, earning an absent-minded shove from Scootaloo.
“Ow. What gives, Scootaloo?”
“Stop laughing, you’re ruining my daydreaming,” Scootaloo said with a smirk, not taking her eyes off Rumble, whom still hadn’t found Applebloom’s entrance. Despite having just scolded Sweetie, Scootaloo was fighting hard to stifle her own laughter. Applebloom was just too big for Rumble, the colt had to tiptoe just to keep himself in position.
Applebloom eagerly awaited Rumble, although he sure took his time. Several times she felt the tip of his cock brush against her outer lips, then just as quickly he’d shift again, poking her butt cheeks or her asshole with his dripping rod. Biting her lip slightly in anticipation, Applebloom brushed his leg with her tail.
“H-hey, what’s takin’ so long?”
“Sorry,” Rumble said, “I’m a little new at this…there we go,” he added, having finally moved himself into position, the flat of his cock resting just inside her mounds. Truth be told, Rumble knew more about what he was doing than he let on; it just turned out to be a lot harder to do than it looked. Rumble slowly pushed forward into Applebloom, slowly as to not blow his load to soon. Her dark yellow lips parted, offering no resistance, as he slid into her hot sex.
Applebloom give a little sigh, feeling the stiff rod pulsating inside her as Rumble pushed deeper. “Mmm, you can push it all in, don’t worry, I can handle it,” Applebloom said.
Flapping his wings a little, Rumble did as he was told and sunk his whole dick into Applebloom until he bottomed out; standing on the very tips of his hooves, wings spread out in full. The sensation overwhelming him, instinct took over his body as his hips began to rock. Little thrusts became full strokes as his mind caught up to his body.
Scootaloo rubbed herself harder at the sight of Rumble sliding in and out of her best friend, his dick getting coated in her glistening juices with every stroke. Glancing at his face she noticed it was all scrunched up, almost like Rumble was in pain, though she knew that wasn’t the case. His first time must be overwhelming for him, she couldn’t wait to have her way with him. Hopefully he’d pick up some things from this first round with Applebloom, making her turn with him even more exciting.
Applebloom was lost in pure bliss as Rumble slid into her. Never leaving her cunt for one moment, the colt just kept stretching her insides with every trust. His hot breathing washed over her neck and back, his slender forehooves grappling her powerful flanks and sliding under her belly. A soft breeze from his flapping wings chilled her sweating body. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, letting out a low rumbling moan that sent a small vibration throughout her body. This was it, much better than anything she could’ve achieved with the dildo. Their hot bodies pressing together as he slammed into her, the hot meat sliding in and out of her, it all felt so much more natural. She barely noticed her heat anymore, and despite being nowhere close to cumming, Applebloom was satisfied.
On his end, Rumble did his best to please the filly, and it seemed to be working. All those times of watching his brother in secrecy whenever he’d brought a mare home seemed to be paying off, and Rumble imitated the motions by memory. Though it was a different thing actually doing it himself than just watching somepony else doing it, he felt slightly proud of himself. Although, nopony had told him just how hard it would be to stop himself from blowing his load. The heat of her cunt and the powerful muscles pressing onto his cock brought his orgasm in fast, and after just minutes inside her, Rumble was ready to finish. He panted heavily, eyes still closed, a thin strand of drool hanging from the tip of his tongue as he tried picking up his pace, a feat that proved impossible as he was already tiptoeing. He let out a meager squeak.
“A-Applebloom, I’m getting close…”
“Already?” Applebloom said between pants.
“I can’t hold it, I’m gonna blow!” Rumble yelped.
“Well, just go ahead and blow yer load then,” Applebloom said, glancing back at Rumble with a smile on her lips. The idea of him cumming inside her suddenly becoming intoxicating.
“Let me make it a bit easier for ya,” she added, gently lowering her back, allowing Rumble easier access. With his hooves planted firmly on the floor, Rumble began thrusting with his full length, slamming into Applebloom with every ounce of strength he could muster as the pressure in his balls grew by each stroke.
Scootaloo watched the two intently as she rubbed her sex faster. As her orgasm neared, she slowed; opting to leave herself in the tortured state, in hopes of making it easier to cum with Rumble inside her.
With a Fluttershy-esque squeak Rumble bottomed out inside Applebloom and clutched his forelegs around her as if to pull himself even deeper.
Applebloom groaned as Rumble clutched her. The anticipation of his climax inside her, pulled her to a plateau of arousal beyond what the sex alone had been able to. Then his cockhead flared inside her, grabbing at the sensitive tissue, and she found herself on the edge of climax. The throbbing of his ejaculating into her womb sent her over that edge, her body shaking as an orgasm racked her body.
Rumble made several small humps, trying to pump as much of his seed as possible into Applebloom. His orgasm was unlike any he’d ever experienced on his own, as the tight walls of Applebloom’s cunt milked him for all he was worth.
Finally, he could take no more. As if on cue, his body went limp and he fell backwards, his cock sliding out of Applebloom with a wet *pop* along with a small gush of his own cum mixed with her arousal spilling onto his stomach, carrying the ever present stench of her heat. He hit the floor with a thud and became still, his chest heaving up and down as he fought to breathe. His body was drenched in sweat and arousal, the heat in the room was getting to him. He stared at the ceiling blankly, head swimming with emotions.
Applebloom slowly stood up, wobbling slightly as she did and turned around. Breathing heavily, she too brimming with sweat, she opened the window, letting a cool breeze into the room. Sweetie Belle, having lost the mood, opened the door to create a draft, washing the small room clear of the steaming heat and smell. The three fillies then turned their attention to Rumble.
“Do you think Applebloom might’ve killed him?” Sweetie Belle asked, cocking an eyebrow at the paralyzed colt.
“Nah, he’s just plum tuckered,” Applebloom responded.
“Well get him out of it,” Scootaloo said, walking over to Rumble and poking him in the side, “I want my turn with him now.”
“Don’t worry, Scoots, I got somethin’ that’ll bring him back,” Applebloom said, stomping on a floorboard to reveal a secret compartment.
Author's Note
Co-author: Exelzior
New chapters as they finish. 14 days seems to be the pattern so far, but might be faster.
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.
Scootaloo and her friends trotted past the windmill at the edge of her property. They weren't late, but they were about to be. Their ad-hoc shower behind the north barn had eaten up more time than she really had, but while walking into the house with a damp coat was fine, walking in with semen running down her leg was not.
“You don’t have to walk me home,” Scootaloo said. Not that she didn’t appreciate the gesture, or want Rumble to meet her parents, well her mother anyway.
“I don’t have to be home for two more hours, might as well spend as much time as I can with you.” Rumble’s words earned a sappy coo from Applebloom and Sweetie Belle.
“Besides, after that rumor about you being an orphan that lived in the Apple’s orchard-”
Groans cut-off whatever else he was about to say, the three fillies rolled their eyes at the old rumor; another piece of Diamond’s work.
“Remind me to get her back for that,” Applebloom said. “We actually had EFS out on our farm looking into that.”
Stepping up onto her porch, Scootaloo turned to Rumble. “Thanks for everything today,” she said, stepping a closer to him, and tilting her head a little.
Rumble fumbled for words, before a shove from Sweetie Belle pushed him muzzle to muzzle with Scootaloo. Reflexes took over as their lips touched, and he pressed into a kiss. It was a deep, tender kiss that made him close his eyes and forget himself in.
Right up till a pony cleared their throat. His eyes shot open to find a tall, wheat colored earth pony with a purple mane, standing behind him. She didn’t look too happy.
Wild Oats looked flatly at the colt pinned against her daughter’s breath. “Come inside, I’ll set another plate.”
Scootaloo blushed, she hated getting caught doing anything overly girlish.
Rumble seemed equally embarrassed. “Thank you, but-”
“That wasn’t a request,” Wild Oats interrupted, already back in the house.
With a nervous laugh, Rumble looked to Scootaloo for some kind of answer. All he got was a smile and a shrug, before she ushered him and her friends inside.
Wild Oats laid a plate and an empty glass at the end of the long table, then opened a few more of the windows. “That’ll give you a nice cross wind.”
“Where’s dad at?” Scootaloo asked as her and her friends trotted off to the bathroom to wash their face and hooves for dinner
“Granola decided to leave early for the grain miller’s convention. He’s been wanting to visit that windmill museum anyway.” her mother answered.
Scootaloo quietly celebrated in the bathroom. She loved her dad dearly, but Granny Smith had nothing on him for being embarrassing. She was also safe from getting dragged to that infernal museum now.
“Nice guitar,” she heard Rumble say from the living room. She wilted a little, she knew what was coming next.
“That’s Granola’s, you play?” her mother said.
“No, but I want to.”
“Well, if you’re going to be around, Granola would love to teach you. Scootaloo is pretty good too.”
“She can play the guitar?”
“Yes I can play the guitar,” Scootaloo said, coming back to the kitchen. Her friends already taking their seats at the table.
“Maybe after dinner you could play something for us?” Wild Oats said.
“No.”
Scootaloos answer seemed to disappoint Rumble a little. Her mom chuckled at the exchange. Scootaloo hated when her father dragged her friends into his singing, but Rumble's interest would be a magnet for his attention. With Rumble and Scoots taking their seats, Wild Oats grabbed the tea pitcher from the fridge and joined them at the table.
“What’s that?” Scootaloo asked, taking her seat at the table, as her mom pulled a pitcher of dark liquid from the fridge.
“I made cooling tea. It helps with heat. It’s also a contraceptive. And guessing by how calm you all are, you’re each getting a glass. Not that I don’t trust Twilight Sparkle, but better safe than pregnant,” Wild Oats said, sitting the pitcher in front of them. “You have a glass too Rumble, it’s good for you too.”
Wild Oats took her seat at the table between the girls at one end, and Rumble at the other. She could see him relaxing by degrees; a combination of fresh air from the window, and lowering his guard to her presence.
Mindlessly, she began the dinner ritual of passing the food around till all had their share. The girls chatted amongst themselves about feeling better now that it was dark out, and their crusading plans for once their heat had passed. While Rumble politely took one serving from everything offered, and commented on the conversation where he could.
He had manners, no cutie mark yet either. He made a good young stallion for her daughter’s herd. Actually, now that she thought about it, was it her daughter’s herd, or Applebloom’s?
“So which girl asked you into the herd?” she asked Rumble, making a point to smile, and sound as welcoming as possible.
“Herd? Oh, yea, I guess we are, aren’t we,” he answered. Wild Oats snickered to herself. He was more like Granola than Scoots probably realized.
“He’s Scootaloo’s special somepony, but we share,” Sweetie Bell answered, sending Scoots shrinking under the table.
“Were you in a herd once?” Applebloom asked.
“No, Granola was. But he kept wandering onto the property to look at the windmill, so I kept him.” The girls all laughed. Granola’s story about getting his cutie mark suddenly took a very different light.
“What?” Wilds Oats feigned insult at the laughter. “He was better at running that thing than me, he’s cute, and he plays music for me. Why would I let that wander off?” Again the table rolled into laughter.
After they had eaten their fill, Sweetie Belle recounted their day to her, politely leaving out personal details both learned and experienced, and with a little prodding from Wild Oats, Rumble talked about his brother and parents.
“Speaking of my parents,” Rumble interrupted himself. “I better be getting home soon.”
Wild Oats made an excuse of going to the bathroom to give the four a moment of privacy, and walked with heavier than necessary steps when she followed their voices back to the porch.
“Goodnight Mrs. Oats. See you tomorrow girls.” Rumble said, as he hovered off the porch.
“Just call me Wild.”
Rumble nodded, then waved one last time to the girls, before flying off into the darkness.
Wild waited a moment for the sound of Rumble’s wings to fade. “So was he any good?”
“Mom!”
“Stamina’s a little short, but he tries hard.”
“Bloom!”
“What? She asked. Not like I told her about you and Sweetie Belle going at it.”
Applebloom’s realization of what she had said, came just as the other two turned red enough to be seen even in the dark of the evening. Whatever front of maturity Wild Oats had been putting up for their sake collapsed at the scene. With a echoing belly laugh she toppled over laughing.
“Thanks mom... Love you too.” Scootaloo said over her mother’s laughter.
“-And I want you all to read at least one book over the summer and write a two page informal essay on it,” Ms. Cheerilee said as she looked over her notes for the day. There was little written on the day’s ledger, more of an administrative to-do list than proper teacher's notes.
The clock’s ticking drew her attention, it was recess time. She was pretty sure she could hear a few of the students actually chewing on their desks. It was a beautiful day, as well as the last day of school; she couldn’t blame them for being antsy. Thinking for a moment, she cleared her throat. The rustling of foals came to a sudden halt, in anticipation of her next words.
“After recess, clean out your lockers and desks. You are free to go after that,” Cheerilee said, bracing herself for the explosion of pent-up energy. Keeping them here for the last three hours was just cruel; as much to them as her.
“So, what should we do?” Scootaloo asked. The three fillies stood just beyond the hedgerow of the school, the sounds of the playground still loud even at their distance. The Crusaders had decided to clean out their stuff first, and then skipped the playground.
“We can go swimmin’ at my place,” Applebloom offered. The swimming hole on the Apple property sounded like an excellent retreat from the hot sun, and a proper way to usher in the summer break. Turning their backs on the schoolhouse, the three cantered off towards Sweet Apple Acres.
Applejack slowly walked the rows of saplings they had grafted the month before. She grinned at the little apple trees, almost all of them had survived the process. This time next year they would be dug up from their tightly-packed rows and replanted to their permanent home. Moving deeper into the field, she was examining one of the unsuccessful plants; when a loud whoop, then splash, came from the nearby pond. She followed the sound of giggles, till she found her sister and her friends, neck deep in the water.
“What do you girls think yer doin?” Applejack asked, standing next to the rope they had hung from a large tree. The three froze for a moment, not quite sure if they were in trouble or not. Applejack had a sort-of scowl as she turned away from the pond and disappeared into the brush. Scootaloo was just about to ask if they should leave, when Applejack returned, minus her hat and at a full run. With a deft leap she grabbed the rope and launched herself into the air. The fillies watched in awe as the grown pony cannon-balled over their heads, and squealed when the wave washed over them.
Applejack's head shot up out of the water with a gasp, “Cold!”
“How long you girls been out here” Applejack asked as the four of them stepped out onto the grassy shore, shivering as a gust hit her wet fur. While she had adjusted to the water pretty fast, being back in the air was almost intolerable.
“About two hours” Sweetie Bell answered in between clattering teeth.
Applejack shook out her mane and donned her hat. “Come on girls. Lets go back to the house and warm up. And ya’ll may as well stay for dinner. I’ll see to it that yer folks know where ya’ll are.”
“It was really nice for your sister to let us sleep over,” Scootaloo said, as the three trotted back to town in the morning sun, the farmhouse breakfast still sitting heavy on their stomachs.
“Maybe we could spend a night at my sister's shop?” Sweetie Bell said.
“That’d be fun,” Applebloom commented.
Scootaloo nodded to the idea. “I bet my folks would let us stay over one night too!”
“And then we could camp in the clubhouse!” all three of them said at once.
With plans for a marathon of sleepovers in their minds, the three hurried along; there were parents to sweet-talk and crusades to plan.
Dawn’s light crept into the crusader’s clubhouse. Three sleeping bags each held a play-weary filly. The last few days had been a blur of summer fun. They had taken pride in going inside only when necessary, choosing instead to revel in the warm weather and fresh air. Through wake and sleep, they had spent little time apart.
Their mania had finally caught up to them though. Their sleep was restless, even in the cool dim of first light. As dawn grew into full day, any hope of regaining lost sleep was dashed. With coordinated exacerbation, the three gave up on sleep and roused from their bedding. They were hungry too, but at least that was easily fixed with a trip to the Apple’s breakfast table.
The three fillies dragged themselves into the Apple family kitchen, it had been a long silent walk from the clubhouse. They were all a bit on edge, but none of them knew why. Some sympathetic instinct had told them to give each other space. A sharp contrast to the all-for-one mantra of the past few days.
The early dawn hour found the Apple kitchen alive. The elder siblings had already started eating when the crusaders unceremoniously plopped themselves at the table; their food already waiting for them. They had gotten through most of their meal in uncharacteristic quite, when Big Mac broke the silence "You girls..." His nose flared as confusion riddled his face. He let out a half nicker as breath cleared his nose of what he had smelled. A strong shake of the head was accompanied by a "Nope" as he vanished from the room.
Applejack started to call after her brother, but when she took a breath to call for him, the effort ended in a violent fit of coughing; the smell of musk was overwhelming. Estrus was a smell that could not be mistaken, and she knew it wasn't her, and the smell was far too strong to be coming from one filly. Looking to the group, furrows of agitation were creasing all their brows. "Sweet Celestia, you're all in heat."
The fillies traded confused looks as Applejack stood from her meal and walked behind them. "Come on, girls. We're going to go visit Twilight and she's going to cast the no-foal spell on ya."
"What? Why?" the group complained.
Applejack gave them a tender look, trying to be as supportive as possible. "Because ya'll just started your first heat, and I don't want any of ya to end up pregnant," She could see moments of realization sparking in the fillies eyes. "And regardless of how ya decide to ride this out, I want ya to have one less thing to worry about."
Holding the door open, Applejack ushered the girls out of the house. She regretted not having talked to Applebloom about this before, but she had thought she had another summer. She let the tense silence hang till they had passed the farm gate. “So, what you girls been taught about estrus?”
Sweetie Bell spoke up, “When a mare is sexualy mature she will get one to three heats a summer. The more you’re in the sun the more you'll get. It’s the only time you can get pregnant. And you give off a smell that has drug-like effects on sexually mature stallions.”
Applejack nodded at the answer, they had the biology down. “That smell is why it’s polite to avoid being in a room with stallions while you're in heat. Outside, you just give them a little more space.”
“Why’s that” Scootaloo asked.
“Well...” Applejack drawled. “It clouds their judgment and makes their... body do things against their will. They don’t mean nothin’ by it, it’s just a reflex. But, it’s embarrassin’ all the same.”
“Oh!” Applebloom said. “You mean they might get a boner!”
Applejack sighed. She’d normally have scolded her for yelling something like that, but she couldn’t go giving her a complex. “Yes, girls... a boner .”
Twilight was sipping coffee at her desk when knocking jolted her from her concentration. Surprised to have visitors before opening, she hurried to the door, where she found a smiling Applejack and three haggard looking fillies.
“Mornin, Twi” Applejack greeted. “Sorry to bother you. But, The girls need your help.”
One eye twitched at the thought of the Crusaders needing her help; that never ended well. But it was Applejack asking with a calm smile—so it couldn’t be anything too bad.
“Sure, girls. Come on in, how can I help?” Twilight stepped out of the way and gestured towards some cushions.
“Thanks Twi,” Applejack chimed, walking past her into the room.
Twilight eyed the three fillies as they followed Applejack into the room silently. She sniffed the air and found the scent she was expecting. “So, you’re here for the no-foal spell, right?”
The crusaders halted and looked to their morning's chaperone for the answer. “If you would be so kind. It’s their first heat,” Applejack answered.
“Oh, congratulations!” Twilight said. Passing the group as they sat, Twilight went to a shelf and slid out a book. She glanced over the spell as a habit to double check. She knew it by heart; most unicorns did. “You know, I usually only get one heat a summer and just hide indoors until it passes. Usually only lasts a day.”
“You’re lucky,” Applejack said. “I always get three and they last at least two days, sometimes four.”
“Because you’re outside so much, right?” Scootaloo asked.
Applejack nodded to the question.
“Wait...” Applebloom eyed her sister. “How come I never noticed?”
“Um.. well,” Applejack dug at the floor. “You know when I go and help Caramel plow his fields?”
“You mean you’re not really helping him plow?” Applebloom asked, shocked at the idea of her sister lying to her.
Twilight repressed a snicker, but the effort only made the eventual outburst into full laughter even louder. “I’m sure Caramel's doing lots of plowing !”
“Laugh it up, Twilight!” Applejack tried to look insulted, but the look faltered at her own giggles.
The three fillies were totally lost, somewhere the conversation had gone over their head. Their confused expression brought the two grown mares back to a semblance of being serious. Applejack cleared her throat, “Caramel and I have an, understanding . We’re just friends. Nothing romantic. But, we trust each other. So, when I’m in heat, I stay at his place and he helps me get the natural urges out of my system.”
“So what do the others do during their heats?” Sweetie Belle asked.
Twilight’s horn lit up and a white spark lashed out and popped each of the Crusaders and Applejack in the flank with a static crack. They jumped with surprise but the effect was more sound than sensation. “All set for the year,” Twilight announced.
“Thanks Twi,” Applejack said. Looking back to the young mares she addressed the earlier question. “It’s not right to tell others' personal lives. But I’m sure they would be happy to share some details if you go ask them. But first! Before ya’ll go off and figure out how ya want to spend the next few days, I gotta tell you a few things.”
The girls grumbled at being held up. Itchy and uncomfortably warm, none of them had anywhere better to be, but none of them wanted to be still ether.
“Nopony cares what you do, but nopony wants to see it either. So be respectful of other ponies. No means no, girls. If you do approach a young stallion and he says no, just move on,” Applejack said. “Now, go mind your manners, but have fun out there.”
The three girls rolled out of the library. They were hot, sweaty and full of a strange energy.
“I need a shower,” Sweetie Belle said. “Lets go to my sister’s place. We can ask her what she does during her heats after we clean up.”
The three made a quick trot towards the Carousel. Scootaloo buzzed her wings in an effort to cool herself, “I still don’t get what-” Her words cut short as the three of them stopped dead in their tracts. Coming around a corner they had almost collided with Rumble.
Rumble jumped at the near collision, then quickly recognized his friends from school, his eyes lighting a little at seeing Scootaloo. He straightened to greet them, then froze again, like a small animal under a predator's gaze. A mania he had never seen before was brought to bear on him. “Ugh... Hi girls?”
Desire became known to each filly at the colt’s sudden appearance. This new urge screamed out from their very bones. The aching pressure that had been strange and meaningless suddenly found it’s cure. “Hi, Rumble,” three voices droned.
The three fillies took a step towards him, and he took one back. Instinct told him not to run, fear demanded he not stay. “Is... there... something I can do for you?" he asked
The girls shivered, twitched, nodded, and took a small step closer. Rumble held his ground, this time with a dry gulp.
The girls continued the advance. Applebloom stopped, her muzzle inches away from his. While on either side of him the other two brushed passed him with long, slow steps.
“Wanna come back with us to our club house?” Applebloom asked, her hot breath washing over him.
He started to ask what was going on, but the moment he opened his mouth, Sweetie Belle’s flagging tail filled it with hair. Startled by the attack on his face, Rumble gasped. His eyes watered at the smell of the air, it was thick with musk. He would have said it stunk, but it was a strangely enticing smell. His nose burned as the strange drug coursed through his blood. Before he could pull the hair from his face, he realized his penis was moving on it’s own will. Before he could stop it, it had unsheathed, leaving it hanging flaccid from his stomach to the ground.
The three purred: one right in his ear. Then one of them nipped at his wing. He was no longer flaccid.
“Eep!” Rumble cried, vanishing into the sky with a streak.
“Horseapples.”
“Guess we came on a bit strong.”
“So... What now?”
“Shower. A cold shower.”
///
“So what do you do during your heats?” Sweetie Belle asked her sister, she was still drying off from her shower. She felt better, but far from settled.
Rarity filled three cups with steaming tea. “Here, you three drink this, it helps relax you a bit. I... Well, I prefer to take care of that myself. You see, there is a store in town that sells... Things that help a mare. It’s cleaner that way.” Rarity said, opening up a drawer and removing a business card and a small purse.
///
“Well this is the place,” Sweetie Bell said, holding up a business card.
“This is a lot of bits,” Applebloom commented on the bag Rarity had given them earlier
Scootaloo pushed open the wood door to the unmarked store. She had walked past here hundreds of times, but never stopped to ask what was inside the plane little shop. The other two followed her inside, where they found themselves in a small antechamber with two more doors, one marked male and one marked female. The three paused only long enough to see the familiar “girls” marking, before pushing through it into the next room.
“Hello!” a bright, feminine voice called “Welcome to Hockencocks!”
The brightly lit room and the energetic greeting stunned the three young mares. Standing in a stupor they looked around the shop. Colorful boxes lined the walls and filled the shelves, each box covered in art that ranged form erotic to lewd.
“Sorry, didn’t realize this was your first visit,” a manilla unicorn said as she came around a shelf. “My name is Vanilla, feel free to ask me anything. Is this your first heat?”
“Umm, yea,” Applebloom answered,
“We don’t really know what we’re even looking for,” Scootaloo said.
“My sister just, sorta sent us here, to find something.”
Vanilla smiled and gestured for them to follow her. Walking the length of the store the vivid scenes of sex that decorated the shelved products erased whatever relief the cold shower had lent.
"I think I would recommend the junior wall-sticker for you as a first buy,” Vanilla said coming to stop at a stack of modest looking boxes. “It’s very popular with your age group.”
The girls watched in hypnotic interest as Vanilla removed a mildly sized rubber penis from the box. It was a cheery pink color with a huge suction cup at the back end.
Vinilla uncearomonesuly jammed the phallus against the wall, demonstrating the function of the suction cup. “And then you just back into it,” she explained. “You’ll need some lube too,” she said, pointing to a shelf near the counter.
Applebloom stared at the dong as it swayed back and forth. “I’ll take one,” she said.
Scootaloo found herself trying to make sense of another product nearby, when a pony talking on far side of the store caught her attention. “You sure this is the one you want?” the unseen pony asked. She hadn't realized there was anypony else in the shop, but what surprised her was that she recognized the voice.
Taking a step towards the familiar voice, Scootaloo froze in place as the pony stepped out from the aisle. “Rainbow Dash?”
Dash jumped at her name being called. “Oh, hay. Didn’t expect you here...” she said, quickly moving a meter-long toy out of Scootaloo’s line of sight.
Scootaloo craned her head to see what sort of device her idol was holding. “Oo, do you use these to get through your heat too?” she asked trotting up to Dash.
Dash fidgeted, trying to hide the toy under her wing, before Scootaloo could see what it was. “Ugh... sort of,” she said sheepishly.
Fluttershy peered around the corner to see who Dash was talking to. She smiled, recognizing Scootaloo. “Oh, hi, Scootaloo. How are you?”
Dash took the moment of distraction to backpedal behind Fluttershy, and disappear into the aisles.
“Hi, Fluttershy. Good, I guess,” Scootaloo shrugged.
Fluttershy frowned and sat next to Scootaloo. It was obvious the young mare was uncomfortable, and the smell of musk answered any questions. “Looking for something to ease your heat?” she asked. She knew the answer, it was just a question to get her talking.
“Yea. What’s wrong with Rainbow Dash?”
“She’s a bit shy about her heats. She normally gets her first of the year by next week. I should start in the next few days. Though, sometimes we get them the same week, it depends.”
“Really? How do you get through them?” Scootaloo asked, looking up to the older mare.
“Well, Dash and I are heat buddies”
“Fluttershy!” Dash hissed, her head suddenly popping up from behind a shelf.
Fluttershy giggled and waved a hoof at Dash. “Oh Dash, relax. It’s her first heat, she needs to know how ponies deal with it.”
“What’s a heat buddy?” Scootaloo asked.
Dash’s cheeks turned lavender as she sunk back out of sight.
“Well, it’s when two mares agree to be sexual with each other, while one or the other is in heat,” Fluttershy said.
A groan punctuated the comment from behind the shelf. Dash fluttered over the top of the aisle and landed next to Fluttershy. “I’m not escaping this conversation, am I?”
“Nope.” Fluttershy chimed.
“How do two mares...” Scootaloo tapped her hooves together.
Rainbow dash looked indignantly into the distance as her wing lifted, allowing the long rubber toy to fall to the ground in front of Scootaloo.
“Toys help,” Fluttershy said, picking up the device and hoofing it over to Scootaloo. It looked like it was made from two of the wall-stickers, stuck back to back. It didn’t take too much imagination to see how it was to be used.
“”What your favorite toy Dash?” Scootaloo asked.
Dash turned violet from nose to tail. Shrinking behind Fluttershy, she answered the question with an incoherent mumble.
“What’d she say?” Scootaloo asked
“She really likes the magic crystal bunnies,” Fluttershy answered, pointing to a large display in the center of the store.
Sweetie Belle laid a book and a small box on the counter, besides the dong Applebloom had picked out. “You find something, Scootaloo? We’re checking out.”
“Yea, coming,” Scootaloo answered, plucking a box from the display and running up to the counter, her comment getting a snicker from her two friends. “What?” Scootaloo asked.
Looking over the products the girls were buying, Vanilla added up the total. “I’m giving you a forty percent discount, because it’s your first heat.”
“Wow, thanks!” Sweetie Belle said.
“Just don’t be shy about coming back, okay.” Vanilla said as the till rang. “That comes to fifty-two bits, after discount.”
Sweetie Belle counted out the bits, and laid them on the counter. She was happy to find the purse still had a dozen or so bits left. They could buy lunch and ice cream, and still give some bits back to her sister. Actually, ice cream sounded absolutely amazing right now...
“Here you go,” Vanilla chimed, disrupting Sweetie’s train of thought. Their purchases carefully placed in a large brown bag, and hoofed over to them.
“I’ll carry it,” Applebloom said.
Stepping back outside, the three winced as the summer sun again found them. Its heat and light amplifying the urges within them.
“I get why Twilight hides in the basement,” Scootaloo said.
“Who else wants ice cream?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“Oh, sweet Celestia yes,” Applebloom answered, walking towards the soda shop without looking to see if the others would follow.
Crisp air and sweet scents rolled over the three as their hooves found the chilly marble floor of the ice cream parlor. The mare behind the counter gave them a warm smile as the bell chimed out their entrance. Taking up a scoop she opened cooler’s glass top, and waited patiently for their order.
“Chocolate mint shake please,” Sweetie bell said, placing a few bits on the counter.
“Make that two”
“Make it three”
Nursing her treat, Applebloom surveyed the other patrons. Among the half-dozen other customers, more than a few were mares that carried the same heated expression. The parlor had always struck Applebloom as unnecessarily cold. With ceiling fans and filtered ventilation that made the place unbearable on all but the hottest days. Today however, it was blessing by itself, and the soul nourishing sweetness of the frozen cream; heaven.
They were halfway through their frozen confections when the door chimed open. None of them bothered to look up, even as a voice spoke to them.
“Well...” Diamond Tiara drawled. “If it isn’t-”
“Diamond,” Applebloom interrupted, not taking her eyes off her dessert. “I have four-hundred acres to hide the body.”
Diamond Tiara’s jaw hung slack as a stunned groan rolled out. “I can’t-”
“Buck off,” Scootaloo said, idly stabbing at the frozen bits of her shake with a straw; clipping the indignant rant short.
“Twit,” Sweetie Belle finished Scootaloo’s sentence with the tone of one correcting somepony’s grammar.
Diamond Tiara backed slowly out of the door she had just entered. None of the fillies bothered to watch or acknowledge her leaving.
The ice cream finally consumed, they all leaned back into their seats and soaked in the tranquil moment. Leaning forward, Applebloom lifted the brown bag, and rose to her hooves. “Let’s go back to the clubhouse and see how these work.” Before they could take a step, the door flung open; its bell struggling to chime out the intrusion. Pinkie stood at the counter before the door had time to close itself back.
“I need a Black Jack,” Pinkie blurted to the mare behind the counter.
“What’s a Black Jack?” Sweetie Belle asked. Pinkie turned and smiled at the girls. Her expression was far more intense than they were used to. Scootaloo though she saw steam rolling off Pinkie’s back.
“Two scoops black walnut ice cream, three shots Jackalope bourbon,” the mare behind the counter answered, pulling a bottle the girls had never seen before from under the counter.
Applebloom was looking out the window, dreading their inevitable return to the aggravating sunlight, when she heard Scootaloo speak up.
“Are you ok?” Scootaloo asked.
“Yea,” Pinkie answered, “Just my first heat of the year.”
Out on the street several stallions shivered, then looked behind them, as if searching for a predator.
“How do you deal with your heats,” Sweetie Belle asked.
Pinkie waited till the shake was in her hooves before speaking. “Dick,” she said, before taking a long drink. “Pinkie needs some dick.”
The three young mares blinked at Pinkie. The others had planned ahead for their heats, Pinkie obviously didn’t. “You don’t have anypony that helps you?” Applebloom asked.
Taking a sip of her sunday, Pinkie sat at the table they had just gotten up from. “Pinkie plays hard. Pinkie scares most stallions, hurt some too,” she said wistfully into her glass. “Pinkie feels bad about those, but they all got better.”
Applebloom giggled. “Sound like she needs a stallion like my brother.” The words were still on her tongue when she realized what she had said. Offering up her big brother to Pinkie’s carnal needs struck her as strange and natural at the same time.
Pinkie took a long draw of her drink, the ice cream and booze blend consumed in its entirety when she released her straw. Leaning back with a content smile, Pinkie sighed. “Pinkie feels better now. Thinks she’ll go find Big Mac.” In a puff of smoke she vanished. Scootaloo thought she heard the door ring, but the distorted sound was hard to pinpoint.
“Well, that was different,” Sweetie Belle said.
The three followed suit, though at a much slower pace. The lunchtime-market buzzed with an energy they all subconsciously avoided, opting to take the long way around town. Reaching the edge of the orchard, the girls ducked under the fence, deciding to walk the line of trees, instead of the proper road. Soft grass and thick shade rewarded the decision as they wound their way through the orchard's acreage.
Now out of public sight, Scootaloo’s eyes fell on the heavy bag Applebloom carried. Curiosity about her toy nagged at her, but stopping to look at it only slowed her from getting to the clubhouse and using it. “Hey Sweetie Belle, can you get mine out of the bag? I didn’t get to see what it actually looks like.”
“Umm, okay,” Sweetie Belle answered. Sticking her tounge out for better concentration she focused on the bag till Scootaloo’s package floated out with a green aura around it. The box crumpled till one end opened. What slid out made them all pause.
“You’re going to do what with that?” Applebloom asked.
“There’s a lot of buttons on it,” Sweetie Belle said
“The little thing on the side looks like a bunny, that's kinda creepy. Wonder why Dash likes this one?” Scootaloo asked stepping closer, she looked it over and shrugged: she’d figure that out soon enough. Sweetie Belle floated the device back into the bag as they resumed the journey.
“What’s that sound?” Scootaloo asked, as they stepped into the last field they had to cross before getting to the fallow lot the club occupied.
Applebloom paused. Turning her ear to a faint murmur, she listened to the noise. “What is that?” she asked before walking towards the strange sound. The others followed her a few paces before a bellowing yelp sounded through the trees.. Panic turned to confusion when giggling followed the yelp. With cautious steps the three followed the noise, which had now turned into an otherworldly moaning.
Applebloom craned her head around a tree, only to jerk it back. “Oh geez,” she whined, covering her eyes with a hoof.
“What is it?”
“Are you all right?”
“Yea, just didn’t need to see...” Applebloom waved a hoof towards the tree, “that.”
Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle traded glances before looking around the tree themselves. Across the line of trees they found Big Mac on the ground; his back pressed against a tree with Pinkie in his lap, grinding her hips against his. Mac’s hooves explored her body, while her mouth explored his, giving him little nibbles and outright bites, the latter electing winces and occasional yelps from the stallion. After a moment of this, Pinkie threw Mac to the ground, and the two rolled in the grass in some kind of wrestling play.
Applebloom shook her head as her two friends' tails flagged. The to accidental voyeurs' hips unconsciously rocked with arousal as giggles, moans, and occasional thwacks and yelps sounded from the other side of the tree that blocked her view. “Come on, let's get to the clubhouse,” Applebloom said, tugging at Sweetie’s ear and Scootaloo’s wing to break their trance. The effect wasn’t quite what she was going for: she wanted their attention, but not that much attention. “I ain't got what you need. Snap out of it,” Applebloom said, already walking away from the two.
Author's Note
Co-author: Exelzior
