Mentally Advanced Series: HOO

Applebloom headed up towards the clubhouse after her chores, having promised to meet her two best friends there and already a little late. She climbed up the ramp, peeking in the door to find Scootaloo and Thrackerzod talking.

"Baby," Scootaloo was saying, "Love can do anything!"

"Interesting," said Thrackerzod, "So it can be weaponized? Can it kill a pony?"

"I've been knockin' em dead all my life, sweet thing," said Scootaloo, "Hoo-Ah!"

"Interesting..." Thrackerzod pondered, rubbing her chin with one hoof and seriously considering her options, "But I don't want to try it on Twilight and fail, or she will know my plans. Perhaps we need a test victim."

"What are you two conspirin about?" asked Applebloom as she came in and closed the clubhouse door behind her, "Somethin' that'll get us in trouble no doubt."

"Naw no trouble, Bloom," claimed Scootaloo, "We were just waiting on your pretty face to show up."

"And if we were getting into trouble, that is acceptable," added Thrackerzod, "Normal children get into trouble often."

"Yeah well," said Applebloom, "Let's try not ta get in trouble fer today, for once. I think I left some coloring books around here somewhere so..."

"You been gettin into trouble?" asked Scootaloo, "Any more Applecest going on?"

Applebloom signed, "Yer never gonna let me live that down are you."

"Aw comeon, you can tell us!" Scootaloo said.

"Fine! If it'll shut you up about it," Applebloom rolled her eyes, "Look, all that happened is that Applejack acted really awkward around me fer a few days, then finally came to my room and apologized. She said she didn't remember quite what went on, but she was sorry if she made me uncomfy. That's all. Ah really don't think she's gonna do that again."

"Too bad," Scootaloo shook her head, "So you takin' her advice? Remember? She said you're like a shark now! Hoo!"

Applebloom blushed and looked away, "No ah haven't, and ah.. don't really think she'd like it if ah did."

"Perhaps we should get her intoxicated again," suggested Thrackerzod, "But this time film the event. Then we can blackmail her and force her to help us kill Twilight Sparkle."

"Yer not gonna blackmail anypony in my family," Applebloom snapped, "Go blackmail yer own sister!"

"Perhaps," Thrackerzod became quieter again, tapping her chin and once again pondering her options.

"Aw comeon Bloom," Scootaloo leaned over and nudged Applebloom, "Your sis already told you how she really feels. Sure she might not admit she likes it, but inside she'll always be freaky."

"I still really don't know about it," sighed Applebloom as she scooted a bit away from Scootaloo, "I mean really, who would I even do it with?"

"How bout Big Mac?" suggested Scootaloo, "I've been keepin an eye on him..."

"Um, no," Applebloom said, "First ah don't wanna make a habit of 'keepin it in tha family', and second, he'd probably split us in two."

"You'd be surprised what a determined pony can fit," claimed Scootaloo, "But I get your point, you should probably start small, like colts our age! Let's see... Snips and Snails... Rumble... Button Mash... Featherweight... Pipsqueak..."

"I refuse to interact with Snips and Snails," said Thrackerzod, "They creep me out."

"Yeah, last thing ah want is fer them to be jabberin the whole time," said Applebloom, "And really... ah mean ah don't think ah'd know how to ask any of the others."

"The Button one keeps asking me to go to the arcade with him," said Thrackerzod, "Perhaps he would be an appropriate test victim of weaponized love."

"Then you can go get him and lure him to the club house!" Scootaloo agreed, "We'll see what buttons we can mash... Hoo!"

"Excellent," said Thrackerzod, "I will handle body disposal if necessary." It was unclear what Thrackerzod thought they were going to do. Hopefully she would get the idea at some point.

"Say hi to his hot mom if you see her at his house," Scootaloo said, "Give her a swat on that fine flank for me."

"Shouldn't ah get some say in who it is?" Applebloom grumbled.

"You don't need to worry, doll," said Scootaloo, "Just leave it to the experienced ponies to guide you."

"Um, ain't ah more experienced than Thrackerzod?" Applebloom pointed out.

"I have experience in things that you would tremble to behold," said Thrackerzod darkly, then immediately lightened up, "Normal things."

"Whatever you say," Applebloom shrugged, "Ah guess if it's two against one, then let's get this over with. Can we at least color while we wait for Thrackerzod to get back?"

Thrackerzod knocked on Button Mash's door, waiting patiently for a response. When the door opened, it was Button's mother, who smiled down at her.

"Well hello there," she said, "You're one of Button's friends, aren't you?"

"Yes," said Thrackerzod, "I am designated a friend by your spawn. I wish for him to come out so that we may engage in normal and safe pony play together."

"Oh um, okay," she said, "I... guess I'll go ask him."

"I was also instructed to tell you 'Hi'," Thrackerzod added before she left, "And to swat your fine flank, but I am going to not do that and just say I did."

".... okay?" she stared a few long moments before heading inside.

Button Mash came to the door a few minutes later, his propeller hat spinning on his head. He smiled when he saw who it was.

"Hey Sweetie Belle!" Button said, "You haven't been around in a long time, did you want to come in and play some games?"

"Thrackerzod," Thrackerzod corrected, "And no, I have obtained a game of my own, which I desire to play with you. However it is not currently in my possession, so we will be required to go to its location."

"Oh um, well Mom doesn't really like me to go too far," said Button, "I should go and ask if it's okay."

"Far is relative," answered Thrackerzod, "It is quite close compared to other journeys I have made in very little time. Besides, if we are to engage in 'dating', it is quite normal for us to sneak off together."

"A date?!" Button's eyes lit up, "With you? Wow! Sure, let's go!"

The innocent colt, having no idea what a date could actually entail, closed the door quietly behind him. They headed off together towards the clubhouse. Button followed her quite obliviously, smiling and jabbering on about games and school for the duration of the trip.

As Thrackerzod and Button arrived at the clubhouse, the colt was becoming a bit confused.

"Where are we going?" asked Button, "We're not going to the arcade or your house or... "

Thrackerzod didn't answer other than to turn down her head and push Button up the ramp of the clubhouse, mane rubbing into his plot as he was pushed in through the front door. There they found Applebloom, quietly sprawled out with a coloring book in one corner, and Scootaloo, who was sitting back in another corner flipping though a magazine entitled "Freaky Fillies Monthly". Both of them looked up.

"Oh um, hi girls? Sweetie said there was a cool game here?" Button said, clearly caught off guard, and turned to Thrackerzod and whispering, "I'm okay with more ponies to play, but I thought a date was supposed to be just the two ponies."

"You will engage in games and dating activities with all three of us," informed Thrackerzod, "Though your survival is not assured."

"Wait what?" Button asked.

"Hey there Butty," Scootaloo dropped her magazine and headed right for Button, grin on her face, "Congratulations, you've just hit the honeypot!"

"Oh hay Button Mash," Applebloom was less enthused, turning to Scootaloo, "So ah am first I guess."

"Already moist with anticipation are you?" Scootaloo grinned, "No problem, I'll get him ready for you." She pressed a forehoof against Button's chest, "Hay there stud, you wanna roll over on your back for us?"

"Yeah you do that," Applebloom sat to the side and blushed a bit as she watched.

"First for what?" asked Button, "I was sorta hoping that Sweetie and I could-"

Thrackerzod casually turned towards Button Mash, leaning her head down and pulling one of his hind legs out from under him. He fell over with a startled squeak, kicking his other hind leg frantically for a moment, first landing on his side and then rolling over onto his back as Sweetie pulled his leg over.

"I have subdued him," announced Thrackerzod as she released his hoof, "You are free to act upon your primal urges."

Scootaloo was right up on him almost as soon as he was rolled over. Button started to speak, but then yelped instead as Scootaloo pushed his hind legs slightly further apart and pushed her muzzle into his crotch. Her tongue slid up his young balls and over his sheath, small but decent sized for his age. She moved her head up, swirling her tongue about the exit of his sheath, then pulled her head back down and sucked one of his testicles into her mouth, bathing it in warm saliva.

"What the hay!?" Button squealed when he finally got his wits about him, "Don't lick that! That's.... that's... um... why would you do that?"

Button squirmed, but he had to admit that what Scootaloo was doing felt quite a bit nicer than he'd expect. He let his legs splay out further as Scootaloo took a moment longer to suckle on his balls, enjoying her warm breath flowing over his sheath. Scootaloo then moved back up to his sheath, massaging his balls gently with one hoof as she cupped her muzzle over his sheath opening. She slipped her tongue inside, waggling it about to lap at his tip just before it emerged, then wrapped her lips around his young shaft and pushed his sheath further back with her muzzle.

"Scoot..a... looooo..." Button panted, "What... is... this..."

Button's hips flexed as he pushed upwards against her face, though his eyes went wishfully to Thrackerzod, who was watching impassively. Scootaloo didn't give him much time for his mind to linger on his possessed crush though. She slid her lips down his hardening shaft, skillfully rolling her tongue against it, pushing it all the way to the back of her throat and swallowing firmly against his tip. She pulled his joy stick straight upward, straightening out her neck as well, then swallowed the tip down fully, not stopping until her nose rested against his belly. She continued to swallow, allowing his shaft to sink slowly deeper as it reached full hardness in her throat.

Button slipped his forehooves down to hold Scootaloo's head, rolling his hips upwards and beginning to thrust into her muzzle. Scootaloo more than wanted to keep going until she got his sticky load shooting into her belly, but she had promised Applebloom that she'd get first dibs, so she reluctantly pulled back, giving him one last slurp before letting his rock hard cock to bounce against his belly and throb in protest at being deprived the warm throat.

"He's all yours," Scootaloo looked over to Applebloom, still drooling, "Go ahead and saddle up cowgirl.. Hoo!"

Applebloom blushed more brightly, looking quietly at Button's primed staff, then stood and slowly walked over to him. She moved to stand over him, looking somewhat apologetically into his wide eyes, then slowly sat herself down on his shaft. Just sitting her warm rump against it at first, she just shifted forward and back, rubbing her softly furred rump against the front of his shaft, keeping him hard.

"Um, this is okay with you, right Button?" Applebloom asked. At least somepony here cared about consent.

Button panted, "Well I... if you're about to do what I think you're gonna do... maybe I could do it with Sweetie Belle first? No offense."

"Thrackerzod," Thrackerzod corrected again, "And I will go last so that you will not be tempted to flee before you are too exhausted to run."

"Oh don't you worry," Scootaloo said, "You'll get us all before the day is up. You'll be the best kind of exhausted, Hoo-ah!" She smacked Applebloom's rump with her tail, "Don't keep us waitin, get that bloom in your apple."

"Yeah yeah," Applebloom blushed more, practically glowing from head to hoof, "Ah'm startin to thank you two are bad influences on me."

As embarrassed as she was, the feel of Button's firm colthood was awfully nice, it was even getting her own fun hole moist and warm. She pulled her hindquarters upwards and reached one hoof down pulling his shaft straight up, just like the dildo had been before, and slowly settled herself down against it. It took her several attempts, pushing his tip against her entrance only to have it slip out and slide against her belly or behind, the colt whining every time it slipped past without going inside. Finally she got the angle right, and felt her firm lips spread slowly about the tip. Her lips finally gave way, sliding over his tip and allowing the throbbing meat to feel the heat of her flesh around him.

It felt different than the dildo; it was more squishable, and much more warm, matching her own heat as he sank deeper. She bit her lip, moving her front hooves to his chest to support herself as her hips started to thrust up and down, sinking more of him inside with each thrust. It didn't take long before he was responding in turn, his forehooves holding her own and his hips pushing upwards in time with her downward thrust. Applebloom and Button moaned almost in sync with each other as their preteen bellies slapped together, his full length now surrounded by her warm grip. Applebloom arched her back and shivered, and Button rolled his eyes back and drooled out of one corner of his muzzle.

"Feels good, don't it?" Scootaloo grinned.

Scootaloo gave Applebloom another swat to the rump and then walked around the two, getting a good look at how Applebloom's cunt was gripping at Button's shaft, labia sliding over every ridge and curve, leaving him glistening brightly with her secretions. Scootaloo was feeling a bit feisty down below herself, and Button's face wasn't too busy other than moaning, so she decided to make a move of her own. She moved her body over Button, facing Applebloom and straddling his face. Button let out a confused 'eep' sound as suddenly he had Scootaloo's cum trap staring him in the face, already dripping fluid only his lips.

"Get that tongue busy, stud," Scootaloo encouraged, "We're gonna do you in all the right ways."

Button mmphed, but at least knew what she wanted after she had so expertly gone down on him. He tried hard to concentrate enough to even move his tongue, the new feeling around his young cock keeping his mind in a haze. He reluctantly lapped across Scootaloo's sopping wet fun hole, scrunching up his face slightly at the unfamiliar taste. He made another attempt, lapping her up and down, pushing his muzzle against her and literally sucking on her. His movements were random and inexperienced, but Scootaloo had no complaints, taking a deep breath as her own hips started to roll, moving slowly to let him work.

Button moved one hoof to Scootaloo's flank, the other reaching down and feeling against Applebloom's. He felt each of their bodies flexing and moving against him, his mind clouding more and more. He moaned loudly, sending shivers through Scootaloo's nethers as his cock cock throbbed and leaked pre inside Applebloom. The young colt didn't even know how to hold it in, so his peak welled up rapidly inside him. His hips sped up, going out of time with Applebloom's, and he moved both hoofs to grasp Applebloom's behind. At this point he wasn't licking Scootaloo so much as he was just moaning wildly against her pussy as it was rubbed against his face, which she didn't mind one bit.

The inexperienced colt's orgasm slammed into him, literally knocking the breath out of him. His body convulsed beneath the two fillies, writhing in bliss as he fired off his load into his first pussy. Her tunnel milked his shaft, beckoning more and more out of him as he shot strings of sticky goo into her deepest reaches. He practically bellowed, the sound muffled by Scootaloo, who rolled her eyes back and groaned out herself, suddenly pulling Applebloom towards her with her forelegs and kissing her deeply. Applebloom's eyes went wide in shock, but slowly relaxed as she turned her head and played her tongue against her friend's.

Applebloom's own climax was only just starting to swell up inside her though, and she wasn't planning on stopping until it overflowed. Even as her first ever cream filling drooled out the tight penetration and trickled down his balls with the rest of her fluid, Applebloom continued to ride. Button's moans sounded more and more like squeals as his now very sensitive shaft continued to be milked, squirming beneath the two fillies, pulsing inside Applebloom and gagging on a mouth full of Scootaloo's cunt juice, swallowing it down each time it started to puddle in his maw.

Finally Applebloom's body shook and her juices washed over Button's shaft, squeezing and twisting around him, spluttering out from the tight penetration and adding more of her scent to the air around them. She rolled her spasming tunnel around him for a few more moments before her body finally moved to a stop. She leaned forward and laid another deep kiss on Scootaloo, the two slurping at each other's face for another minute before Scootaloo finally ceased her movements as well, wanting to save her own climax for when she had her favorite organ belly deep inside her.

Button mmphed from beneath them, and Scootaloo realized he was probably having trouble breathing, so she slowly moved off from above him. Applebloom pulled herself up as well, pulling his shaft free with a long slurping sound and letting it flop wetly against his belly again. She flopped down to rest, rolling over onto her back and sprawling as she panted. The stunned colt stared at the ceiling for another long moment, and didn't snap out of it until Scootaloo started poking his face with one hoof.

"Up and at it, big guy," said Scootaloo, "You got more fun fillies to fuck full. Hoo!"

"Make him rise and position himself on top," suggested Thrackerzod, who was watching with narrowed eyes, "It will drain his energy faster."

"Again?" Button panted as he rolled himself over, pulling himself slowly to his hooves. His happy bit were still happy though, throbbing still beneath him, "Can't I do it with Sweetie now?"

"No," said Thrackerzod, "If you wish to acquire this body's virginity, you must first do as you are commanded."

Button quirked his ears and looked at Thrackerzod even more wishfully than before, but nodded, "You promise? Definitely you next?" He looked at Scootaloo, "Um, no offense."

"I swear by the true form of D'endrrah," Thrackerzod said, "I mean Celestia. I meant to say by Celestia; it is a normal mistake."

"None taken, studly," Scootaloo winked.

Scootaloo walked past Button, rubbing her side down his own and flicking her tail up against his nose, fanning some of her scent into his wet face. She moved to where Applebloom was still sprawled on her back, positioning herself at Applebloom's well-used nether regions, then hiked her tail up for Button. She flagged it high as she spread her hind legs out, bracing them firmly against the floor. Meanwhile her head sank low, licking her lips as she eyed Applebloom's drooling snatch. Head down and ass up, she was ready on both ends.

Button Mash wasn't completely opposed to having a go at Scootaloo, even if she wasn't his first choice; he was eager to feel that squishy warmth around his bits again. He moved up behind her, awkwardly sizing up her plot as if deciding how to go about things, watching it sway back and forth hypnotically as her juice simmered down her thighs. Carefully placing one hoof upon her back, he pulled himself up, balancing himself with the second and pulling himself up into a more traditional mounting position. Her hips pushed back against him eagerly, and he tried his best to line himself up.

As he was trying to find his target, he could look down over Scootaloo to see her moving her head between Applebloom's hind legs. She pulled Applebloom's rump slightly closer, pushing her legs apart, then pushed her muzzle against her friend's freshly used spunk collector. She lapped deep, scooping out Button's thick goo, slurping a ball of his sperm out of Applebloom and rolling the stringy mass around her maw to savor the taste. She swallowed it down, then pressed her muzzle against it again, lapping deep and trying to suck out all she could. Applebloom took a deep breath, allowing Scootaloo to clean and pleasure her, reaching up one hoof and stoking it over Scootaloo's mane.

As Button continued his awkward poking, Scootaloo pushed one hoof between her hind legs, pushing his shaft gently into proper position. His next thrust hit its mark, and he pushed hard until he popped inside. Scootaloo was easier to get into, but no less firm as her muscles immediately began to squeeze and work over his shaft. He was able to push all the way in on his first movement forward, his belly smacking her behind and his balls swinging forward to smack against her belly. He let out a groan, starting to thrust his hips steadily against her own movements, once again savoring the firm feel of her entrance gripping him as he slid in and out.

"No holdin back now," Scootaloo groaned, "This pegaslut can take it."

Not wanting to seem like she had an abnormal disinterest in their sex games, Sweetie Belle moved up behind Button, looking over the trio and pondering how to be involved. She finally lowered her head, surprising Button with a warm lick up the back of his balls all the way to his tail hole, causing him to flag his own tail upwards and practically squee at the realization that she was touching him. She moved her head with the thrusting, slurping the juice off his balls as it drooled from the soft penetration, then moved her muzzle upwards to cup her lips against his ass and shove her tongue through his sphincter. The taste was rather unpleasant for her, but she persisted all the same.

Button's whole body stiffened at the addition of Thrackerzod, as if Scootaloo's tunnel rolling up and down his shaft wasn't enough. He could feel his muscles tightening up more with each thrust of his hips, already coating Scootaloo's silky insides with a thin layer of pre. He probably would have taken longer to go off still left on his own, but Scootaloo was primed to go after her initial licking. Suddenly her cock pocket was thrashing about his cum cannon, drenching it in gooey cunt sap that splurted out and flowed down both their thighs and Button's balls, giving Thrackerzod more fluid to suckle from his soggy orbs.

Scootaloo gave a muffled screech that sent shockwaves through Applebloom's body. Applebloom had forgotten her previous shame by now and was gripping Scootaloo's head in her hind legs and shoving her own snatch against Scootaloo's face, her nethers producing more juice than Scootaloo could slurp up. As Scootaloo continued to moan and waggled her tongue about inside Applebloom's Apple pie, she felt her own second wave rushing her.

Scootaloo's convulsing from both ends sent both Applebloom and Button Mash off almost at the same time. Button gripped his forelegs about Scootaloo's waist so hard that she could barely breath for a moment, his cannon firing off another blast, painting the inside of Scootaloo's cock sock. It wasn't as much as his first no doubt, but all the same it was enough to fill up her tight little tunnel and backwash out her hole with her own orgasmic juice. Meanwhile Applebloom blew against Scootaloo's face, drenching Scootaloo from eyes to neck, fleshy lips tugging against Scootaloo's muzzle in the process.

The group slowly quietened, hips thrusting to a stop, collective heavy breathing filling the room. Applebloom sprawled out once again, closing her eyes and just enjoying her afterglow. Scootaloo let Button remain inside as long as he wanted, still squeezing him after they had stopped moving. Thrackerzod, less worn than the others, pulled her head back from Button's spunk holder, backing away from the group. She settled back, sitting down and then flopping onto her back on a thick rug. Her legs spread out wide, and she didn't have to tell Button what is was time for. He yanked himself unceremoniously from Scootaloo and staggered across the floor towards Thrackerzod, clearly exhausted but determined to continue now that she was offering.

Button panted as he moved to stand over Thrackerzod, legs wobbling and making him fall almost immediately, landing chest to chest with Thrackerzod. Thrackerzod mmphed and gave him a piercing stare, but Button didn't seem to mind. He wrapped all fours about her and pressed his lips against her own, tilting his head and pushing his tongue into her mouth. She poked her disturbingly long tongue back at his, wrapping it around his and licking about his gums. That only drove him on more, and it wasn't long before he was firming up again against her belly. He may have been tired, but he was young too, and his shaft didn't feel like it was going to go down for hours at least.

Thrackerzod wrapped her forelegs around his neck and gripped his hindquarters in her hind legs. She looped her tail with his to pull it closer as well, then rotated her hips smoothly, rubbing her soft body against his sweat-matted fur. He pulled his hips back and pushed randomly, jabbing her in the belly hard several times before finding his mark. Even then her virgin tightness kept him from entering easily, shaft popping back out of her a few more times before he finally got traction.

One thing that Thrackerzod had failed to account for was that, being a virgin, she should probably have encouraged him to go slowly. In her zeal for wearing him out, she didn't, and when he finally popped inside of her, her pushed through her cherry and rammed half of his love muscle inside. The only reason he didn't go further right away was because her sheer tightness didn't allow it, but as soon as he was inside, his hips began to hammer into her as hard as he could, wanting nothing more than to be belly-to-belly with the little girl beneath him.

Thrackerzod yelped, eyes bulging as the initial violence of entry sent shivers of pain up through her body. She gritted her teeth, barely avoiding biting her or his tongue. She drew in a deep breath, and clenched him closer against her. Her hind legs grasped his hindquarters tightly in an effort to slow him down, but he only took that as her wanting it more, too lost in the bliss to recognize her shocked expression. Soon she felt their moist bellies smacking hard together as he fully invaded her.

She had definitely had worse pain however, so she tried to relax and let it pass. It took a while with Button's hips buzzing like a rabbit's, but eventually the sharp pains eased into more pleasurable sensations. She eased her teeth back, allowing him to kiss her once again, and loosened her grip to allow him more freedom of movement while still being able to feel the movement of his hips against her.

"I don't think I've ever seen a colt move like that," Scootaloo slipped up beside them and ran a hoof down Button's hindquarters, "I think I might start callin you Jackhammer. Hoo!" She licked her lips, but didn't get an opportunity to start licking with his hips moving so violently.

Thrackerzod writhed her hips, slowly adjusting her hips for him to jab into her at different angles. Her tight insides suckled his joy stick instinctively and fit him like a glove. She seemed to tighten up more with every passing moment, and even Thrackerzod finally got into it. They held each others heads and continued to make out ferally, bathing each others face in saliva, Thrackerzod's unnaturally long tongue nearly wrapping about his face in the process. When her juice box was sufficiently primed by Button's juicer, she squealed not unlike her old self, high pitched and frantic, as her dam burst and sent a flood of goo to warm down their thighs and his fun sack. She trembled as he continued to ride into her, riding out her orgasm and then groaning from the sensitivity that followed.

As much as Button was into it, this was still his third go, so it took him a long time before he was ready. In the meantime Thrackerzod stared at the ceiling, eyes looking in a daze at the realization of exactly how incredible it felt. Button gave her one more kiss, lapping at the roof of her muzzle as it hung open, then squealed like a filly himself. His cock fired off almost as much goo as he had with his first go, and he continued to thrust hard to pack his young sperm into what was now his favorite hole in the world. As his hips finally wound to a stop, he was heaving breaths and rolling his eyes back.

"Sweetie Belle!" Button Mash called out as he gave a few more shoves for good measure, instinctively wanting to fill her as deeply as possible, "Oh wow you're the best!"

Thrackerzod didn't bother to correct him this time, instead pulling all fours around Button when he tried to rise off of her, holding him inside her still. It wasn't clear if she was really that far into it or if she was still intent on wearing him out, but she was ready to beg for more.

"Again! I command it!" Thrackerzod boomed.

"A-again?" Button asked, barely able to breath with Thrackerzod holding him so tightly, "I... I think I might hurt myself... but... but if you really want..."

"Never woulda thought you had it in you, Thrackerzod," Applebloom commented.

"Oh she has it in her all right, Hoo!" Scootaloo slid up behind Button Mash, "Don't go for the same hole though, that's boring baby. Do her up nice tight plot hole!"

"I.. what?" Button panted.

"Do me where now?" Thrackerzod snapped out of it just a bit, "It was my understanding that the female rear orifice was exit only."

Scootaloo slid up onto Button's back, sliding her belly against his behind and mounting him just as he had mounted her before. She reached her front hooves around him to reach for his shaft, rubbing across the semi-hardness as he finally extracted it from Thrackerzod, then stroking him lightly as she tried to aim him downward to Thrackerzod's rear entry.

"Come on Thracker," encouraged Scootaloo, "Turn that fine flank upwards so we can get your body rockin, you'll love it."

"Okay, now you guys are just gettin weird," said Applebloom.

Thrackerzod loosened her grip on Button slowly, but did as Scootaloo suggested, turning her bottom upwards and hooking her legs higher around Button's belly to keep herself that way. It took several minutes for Button to both hit his new target and be hard enough to enter, but Scootaloo was determined to get it done. Finally Button's slickened shaft pushed against her tail hole at the right angle, her tight little ring stretching slowly until it finally popped around his shaft, pushing his tip inside and making a fresh moan escape his lips.

Button didn't slam into it like he had her pussy, but all the same Thrackerzod tightened up at the strange new feeling of being entered. It wasn't exactly comfortable at first, though more of a dull ache than a sharp pain this time. She grunted, closed her eyes, and held herself firmly against him. It didn't take Button long to discover the joys of alternate entrances, his hips slowly starting up again, inching further inside with each stroke. As he became more confident, he tried to hammer his hips into her once again. He wasn't able to reach the point he did before, partially because the resistance of her vice grip of an tail hole, but all the same shoved himself ball deep inside her as quickly as he could, his moist belly smacking her freshly plucked pussy as his last load simmered inside her.

Button awkwardly continued to pound her, swaying back and forth from time to time, but Scootaloo making sure he didn't fall off, her own hips flexing to rub her drooling cum catcher against him. Thrackerzod was clenching her teeth when Button went to kiss her, so instead he just ran his tongue across her teeth and then up across her face. The throbbing of his shaft was becoming a bit uncomfortable from over-use, but certainly not enough to keep him from pounding his now second-favorite hole in the world.

He kept chugging for almost twenty more minutes, Scootaloo pushing at his hips with hers each time his thrusting started to slow down. Thrackerzod grew used to it as well, and began to lap his face in return in between fresh kisses. She held him close and squeezed her ass around his rump pump, doing her best to milk him for another load. As he finally felt the now familiar pleasure swell up inside him, he exerted what was left of his energy to speed up his thrusting again, the clubhouse filled with his loud belly slapping. He moaned weakly as he went over, his cock surging and throbbing to fill her, but was sucking at a mostly empty well by that point. His balls were filling sore now, but that didn't stop him from packing a few stringy wads of what he had left into her behind.

"See what'd I tell you?" Scootaloo finally slid off of Button and smacked his behind one more time.

"Oh Sweetie Belle," Button panted, "You're so incredible, totally worth it... this is totally my new favorite game."

"Good," Thrackerzod gave him one last lick.

She then practically shoved him off of her, easy to do at this point, making him crash onto one side. He didn't seem to mind though, completely starry eyed. Scootaloo prodded his side, then moved a hoof down to his groin and stroked his semi-hard shaft again.

"You must help him achieve an erected state again," said Thrackerzod, "We still collectively possess five holes that he has not yet expended himself into."

"I like the way you think, doll, stir all the honey pots," said Scootaloo, "But I'm not sure he can even stand on four hooves at this point."

"I will assist him," Thrackerzod said, "Assume the position."

"Okay then sweet thing, one more go," Scootaloo didn't want to seem like she was less perverse than her friends; she had a reputation to maintain.

Scootaloo moved over to where Applebloom was sitting on her behind against a wall, pushing her hind legs apart again and laying on her belly on the floor in front of her. Applebloom grunted, but allowed Scootaloo to once again begin lapping at her nethers. Thrackerzod pulled Button over to them by one foreleg, the colt stumbling after her, then allowing him to fall onto Scootaloo, conveniently atop her with his aching shaft at her rear entries. Pulling herself atop Button as Scootaloo had done, she reached around him and tried her best to stroke him back to hardness. It took several minutes before he showed a bit of life again.

It wasn't to be however. The sound of hoofsteps traveled up the ramp outside, and the door swung open.

"Applebloom are you and yer friends here? Button's mother is here lookin fer..." Applejack cut herself off.

There they were, Scootaloo lapping up a storm on Applebloom with Button and Thrackerzoe mounted above her. All three fillies looked wide-eyed at the door to see Applejack walking into it, followed closely by Button's mother. Button shrieked at the realization that his mother was in the room, then gagged from the effort and fell over off of Scootaloo, sending Thrackerzoe tumbling as well.

"I-- what--- BUTTON?!" Button's mom stuttered, then just kind of froze where she was.

"No!" complained Thrackerzod in frustration, "We require at least several more hours before we will know if the weaponized love is effective!"

"What the hay is this?" asked Applejack, "Do you even know what yer doin?" Either she really didn't remember her drunken time with Applebloom, or she was too angry to prevent hypocrisy.

"Aw don't be a hater!" said Scootaloo, "We were just havin a bit of foalish fun!"

"And YOU Scootaloo, I bet you started this, " Applejack almost shouted, "I bet yer folks are gonna be appalled when ah tell em about this behavior."

"Prepare to be surprised," Scootaloo didn't know when to shut up.

"And you Sweetie, what do you have to say for yerself?" Applejack turned to her.

"I regret nothing," Thrackerzod rose to her feet and faced them.

"You were with... three fillies?" Button's mother said, her voice betraying that she was at least a little impressed.

"Ah'm sorry Applejack," Applebloom was more concerned, "Thrackerzod invited Button over and we just... well we got ta playin and one thing led to another."

"Please don't ground me!" Button was more concerned about the potential loss of video game privileges, "I'm really sorry!"

"Let's get you home," Button's mother said sternly, "I'll let you rest up, but you are really gonna get it after that." She turned to Applejack, "I'm sorry Applejack, I should have talked to him about this sort of thing by now."

"It's fine," Applejack sighed, then looked back to Applebloom, "You get yerself back home and go to yer room. I'll be back once I've taken these two home."

Letting Applejack deal with the others, Button's mother tugged at Button's mane to get him walking, but he responded by flopped forward and slumping in exhaustion. She grabbed him by the scruff of his neck instead, lowering herself and tossing him onto her back like a pro. She let him hang over on her as she exited the clubhouse, taking him back towards home. Once outside and away from the others, she glanced back at her son and let a mischievous smile spread over her face.