Boy Stuff

Chapters

Summer Goes Terribly Wrong
Scootaloo in Perspective
The Elements of Hygiene
The Sweetest Night
New Friends and New Worries
Out of Boy Stuff?
It's a Date
Sweet Surprise
Dinky Explodes (Twice)
ADDENDUM: Sex-ed With Twilight Sparkle
End of Study Night, Strange Circumstances
The Hubris of Fillies
Confronting Sweetie's Fears
Sweetie’s Generosity
What am I doing?
Game Over
Out of Colts?
Bottling Heaven
Testing the Injector
Dinky's Dilemma
Splendid Recovery
Land Sakes

Summer Goes Terribly Wrong

The day dawned bright and early one fine summer morning in the third year of Apple Bloom’s schooling. She awoke with the cock’s crow, hearing the rest of her family in the greater part of the farm house also awakening and beginning to move in the cool dawn air. It was time to prepare breakfast and then go on to morning chores, and then school as usual.

Apple Bloom dallied in bed, looking sleepily through her ketchup red curls at her own lemon yellow hooves. She curled them tighter on the cool summer blankets she had herself snuggled under. Her bed was plain but comfortable, with a hay bedframe and a firm cotton stuffed mattress. The dust floated lazily in the sunbeams coming in through her window. It really did feel like she could stay here forever. It felt like she already had.

Such was not to be however, and with a light sigh she rolled over, tilting her legs right out of bed and touching down on the floor, the tips of her toes spreading firmly as they held up her own weight. She walked with a clip clop over to her window, left open to the breeze on the warm summer nights. Rearing up and pulling aside the curtain, she leaned on the windowsill, looking out into the light of dawn. It filtered past her from the east, warming the left side of her head and glowing dimly in the golden color of her spacy, sleepy eyes.

Days had been getting pretty long this year. The summer solstice was a ways away, but it still left the Apple family with plenty of time to do what they needed to get done. Perhaps it was the return of the moon princess, freed from the evil clutches of Nightmare Moon. The sister of the sun herself, reunited after being lost for so long. It was right out of one of her friend’s sister’s romance novels, but it really happened. Apple Bloom had been there! Well, Apple Bloom had been there long enough to see the queen of nightmares, not much more than that.

But it wasn’t just her involved. Apple Bloom’s sister had vanished that one endless night, along with 5 other ponies. And when it finally ended, and the sun rose in the sky, Applejack came back a hero. The whole town looked up to her now. She would always be Apple Bloom’s hero though, because Applejack was just the best sister you could ever ask for.

“Apple Bloom! It’s time to git... oh you’re up good,” Applejack called out behind her. Apple Bloom shoved off the ledge and landed on fours, turning to face her sister with an admiring smile. The orange mare with the blond locks tied up in a secure doubletail to withstand the rigors of apple bucking, that was the mare Apple Bloom was privileged to call her very own sister.

“Come on, we’re gettin ready to fix up some grub!” Applejack said with a kind smile in return, then turned and trotted down the hall. Apple Bloom didn’t follow right away, pausing to stick her hoof into a mane comb on her desk, bringing it to bear against her bouncy tresses. It wasn’t hard to keep her hair neat, as her mane and tail liked to curl up into little round bobs at the end and didn’t leave any loose ends to fray, catch or tangle on anything. She wasn’t entirely happy about her hair though, because as nice as it was it still made her family sad sometimes.

The stairs creaked as she trotted down them. Granny Smith was already in the kitchen and there was the hearty smell of oatmeal already wafting from it. Apple Bloom hastened her steps seeing as preparations already underway. She charged into the kitchen hollering, “Can we have hay bacon today??”

It was a good day it turns out, because they could have hay bacon. There wasn’t a pony who didn’t love that stuff with its crackly texture and burnt parts that still tasted oh so good, sizzled to perfection in sunflower oil. It wasn’t until halfway through her chores that her mood diminished at all, when she paused in dragging a wagon of apples at a dizzy feeling in her head that turned into a throbbing ache as she squinted into the bright sunlight.

“Hope ah’m not comin’ down with somethin,” she said to herself. It wouldn’t do to miss school this late in the year. They were just two weeks away from the glorious freedom of summer, in which she Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle would surely get their cutie marks this time. These last two weeks were important because of the testing week. They’d spent most of the past week in review, and the whole next week was devoted to test preparation. The headache went away as Apple Bloom went about her chores though, leaving her with nothing but a slight sensitivity in her skin. Must’ve just been staring into the sun too long. She itched her hide with a hoof and just carried on with a shrug.

She probably should have been worried though, because the sensitivity didn’t go away even after their entire first period. If anything it was starting to get annoying like she wanted to go rub on a fence or something. Her friends were acting real weird too. When Apple Bloom slipped and kicked the ball into the bushes, Sweetie actually got irritated at her, when she asked the unicorn to go fetch it. It was sort of rude of Apple Bloom though, so it was normal that Sweetie’d be glaring at her and telling her to get her own dumb ball.

Apple Bloom was happy to go fetch it once she figured out she was being rude, because even though it was Sweetie’s turn with the ball, Apple Bloom was the one who kicked it out of bounds, and a filly should always own up to her own mistakes. But Sweetie had still snapped at her, and that itself was odd. Sweetie Belle usually just jumped over herself to help out Apple Bloom, something Bloom constantly tried not to take advantage of, and usually succeeded.

Scootaloo was kind of spacy too, hard to keep her attention. But that was normal, right? It was Scootaloo after all! What she was spacy about would however begin to take a turn for the weird, when they met together to eat for lunch.

Sweetie Belle approached the two of them with her lunchbox in mouth, hopping up to the picnic table Apple Bloom and Scootaloo were sitting at, enjoying the pleasant warmth of a sunny summer day. Scootaloo had a strange lunch of a couple questionable looking hay pastries, but that was normal for her. She’d apparantly been snacking already because there were a few bites out of them when she pulled them out. What wasn’t normal was she kept staring off into space looking at the foals at the other table.

“Got something on your mind, Scootaloo?” Apple Bloom prompted hopefully. That snapped Scootaloo out of it at least, and she shook her head to clear it, saying,

“Who, me? No, no I was just ...thinking about stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” Sweetie asked curiously.

“Well just how weird it is that colts are different from us,” Scootaloo said, chewing on her dried out pastry with gusto. “I mean, why aren’t we just all the same?” she said after ripping a piece off and swallowing it, “Or why aren’t all pegasi colts? Why both fillies and colts in all three kinds?”

Now that topic made Apple Bloom blush, but what surprised her was the intensity of that blush. “Ah sure don’t mind the differences...” she said as a joke. It came out with a lot more genuine emotion than she intended though. Because Apple Bloom didn’t mind the differences. She actually kind of liked the differences. Big long differences.

“Apple Bloom actually saw a colt’s boy thing,” Sweetie Belle said conspiratorially.

“I know,” Scootaloo agreed, “That must have been awesome! What was it like?”

Apple Bloom actually backed up a step as they both loomed forward expectantly. Her friends had never been all that curious about what she saw. It had only been for a few seconds anyway. A few very nice seconds, but... well it didn’t have the greatest of consequences in the end.

“I hear their thing is like a fifth hoof,” Sweetie whispered. Apple Bloom shook her head and leaned closer, saying,

“Naw it ain’t big enough for that. It was more like a... like a handle.”

“For wrapping your hoof around?” Scootaloo asked skeptically.

“I hear that they can only move it up and down,” Sweetie offered.

“Maybe it’s like a lever?” Apple Bloom asked. “I couldn’t exactly ask Rumble to y’know... it was private!”

Scootaloo looked down and to the side.

“Ahm sorry about that, Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom said touching the pegasus’s shoulders.

“No, no it’s good,” Scootaloo said brushing Apple Bloom’s hoof away. “Better that I learned he was gay before asking him...”

“I hear that it’s spongeoform vascular integuement,” Sweetie Belle said excitedly.

“Wasn’t that what they said in that one class last year?” Scootaloo asked. Sweetie Belle nodded. “What does that even mean anyway?”

“I have no idea!” Sweetie cheered. Which was a really weird thing to cheer. “I think... some kind of metaphor about boats? Maybe it soaks stuff up like a sponge?” she said in a less enthusiastic tone.

“How do they even masturbate?” Scootaloo exclaimed in a consternation, then blushed and clammed up right tightly.

“They don’t got labia,” Apple Bloom asserted, “That much ah’m absolutely clear on. It’d have been nice if Twilight explained the male side of that diagram, but at least everything was labeled.”

“Sure you didn’t see labia?” Sweetie Belle said hesitantly. Apple Bloom shook her head.

“Might have missed it in the diagram, but when I crashed in on them, hoo boy,” Apple Bloom wiped a bit of sweat from her brow. Was it getting hot out, or was it just her? “Definitely no labia, just that handle thing, which must’ve been the um...”

She looked both ways leaning forward and whispering, “The penis. And also this hangy sack thing. Might have just been underwear though, ‘cause I don’t recall that in the diagram.”

“I’ve seen the sack thing,” Sweetie said with an oddly worried look in her eyes. “I think it’s just part of them not clothing.”

“I bet their clit’s on their penis,” Scootaloo said eager to jump in on this new forbidden word. “That’s why it comes out, just like how it comes out for um... heh I mean,”

Sweetie fidgeted her hooves together nervously.

“Y-yeah,” Apple Bloom agreed reluctantly, “But there’s a big difference between this,” and she placed her hooves close together wiggling them but not quite touching, “An’ this!” and she spread her hooves to the approximate length of that boy handle.

“So lucky they can get it out that far,” Scootaloo said grumpily, mutilating more of her pastries, “I bet they can touch it all they want and it won’t even go hiding.”

“Can we please,” Sweetie Belle interrupted them, “Just... not? We shouldn’t be thinking about stallions.”

“Why not, Sweetie?” Apple Bloom asked in tactless surprise.

“Because we’re just fillies and we don’t have estrus,” the white unicorn asserted, “We only need to think about them if we’re in estrus.”

Apple Bloom’s expression darkened a touch as she took note in what time of year it is. “Right, this is around when our sisters go into estrus isn’t it.”

“Not Rainbow Dash,” Scootaloo asserted, “She’s way too cool for estrus!”

“I hope you never have to go through that with me,” Sweetie Belle mumbled, nibbling at her sandwich.

“Aw, c’mon Sweetie,” Scootaloo said nuzzling her casually, “How bad could it possibly be? We’ll be O.K.” When Sweetie didn’t respond Scootaloo added, “Grownups handle it all the time. If they can do it then for us it should be a piece of cake!”

Sweetie just kept nibbling her sandwich silently. Both Scootaloo and Apple Bloom knew not to push it when she got like this. She visibly relaxed when Apple Bloom changed the subject saying, “So I got another idea for how we might get our cutie marks!”

The long period after lunch had Apple Bloom starting to reach her wit’s end. Now her head was throbbing again, and she was finding it hard to even put two sentences together. Her thoughts just weren’t making any sense. The skin sensitivity just kept getting worse, and she was still feeling hot and maybe feverish, and for some reason the muscles in her hind legs kept twitching restlessly. She was almost to second break though, and no foal is going to call themselves home sick before recess. Cutie Mark Crusader Gymnastics Team didn’t go so well, but at least it got Apple Bloom a chance to rub up on her friends and allieviate some of this itching. They were all looking haggard by the end of break, and Apple Bloom was rolling on her back trying to scratch herself.

“What’s wrong Apple Bloom?” Sweetie asked as the two watched her squirming around trying to get that spot she couldn’t quite find.

“Ah don’t have a tummy ache,” Apple Bloom clarified, “It’s just this darn itchin’! Ah just caint get comfortable.”

“Want me to try scratching it?” Sweetie offered in an odd tone. Apple Bloom stood beside her, but the unicorn wasn’t quite finding it.

“Lower,” Apple Bloom said, “Little lower. No not there, like... lower!”

“I’m already at your tail, Apple Bloom,” Sweetie said.

Scootaloo started rolling then. “Oh no, not you too!” cried Apple Bloom.

“It does kinda help rolling like this,” Scootaloo said.

“You too, Sweetie?” Apple Bloom asked the unicorn worriedly. Sweetie nodded in confirmation, with an uneasy simper.

Apple Bloom’s pupils narrowed, and she backed up from them exclaiming, “Ah’m contagious!”

“No you’re not,” Scootaloo said from down on the ground. “I felt like this when I woke up today.”

“Maybe I... was... carryin’ it yesterday then!” Apple Bloom fussed, “And it only now just decided to hit us.”

“That could be anyone in the school though, Apple Bloom,” Sweetie said assuringly. “We just all caught it at the same time.

“We gotta warn Miss Cheerilee!” Apple Bloom said, “The whole class could get sick!”

“I don’t feel sick, just,” Scootaloo lay on her side, wiggling her legs irritably, “Wiggly.”

“Let’s just get to the nurse’s,” Sweetie Belle said evenly, “And not touch any other ponies until we do.”

“What? No!” Scootaloo exclaimed. Darnit Scoots.

“You two can go to the nurse’s,” Scootaloo said, picking herself up and striking a calm pose, “But I feel fine. It’s probably nothing.”

“You could infect other ponies, Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom admonished her, “This is no time for bravado.”

“I’ll be fine, Apple Bloom,” Scootaloo said with a confident smile. “I’m real good at avoiding ponies. I’ll just go home and get some rest, while you two warn the school.”

“Ah guess so,”

“Great! Then, I’ll get going. Seeya!” Scootaloo hopped spryly over to her scooter and buzzed away before anypony could complain.

“That Scootaloo really has a problem with authority,” Apple Bloom snorted a breath looking where Scootaloo went. Sweetie just nodded sadly.

The Ponyville hospital was separate from the small clinic in which fillies and colts who got injured at school were supposed to report. It was a squat square building in the cottage style, but with tile floor inside instead of wood. It was strategically placed down the hill from the school, with doors facing the Ponyville playground like silent sentinels.

The nurse’s clinic was especially crowded when Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle got there. They were going at a pretty fast pace through the lineup, but there were a lot of fillies there. As two of the few blank flanks, Apple Bloom and Sweetie were standing together but apart from the group, waiting their turn to see the nurse, so they could get a pass to go home. It looked like whatever this was, it was way too late to try to contain it by sending foals home though.

Apple Bloom was feeling weirder as she waited, if that were even possible. She felt like this goosebumps feeling in her tummy, but like inside her tummy not on the surface of it. Squirming her legs she elbowed Sweetie saying, “Mah tummy is feelin weird,”

“Like how weird?” she murmured back.

“Like I got goosebumps except on the inside,” Apple Bloom said as best as she could describe.

Sweetie looked up thoughtfully, saying, “That’s... hm... woah!” she exclaimed, a shiver going through her entire body where she stood, got a wide eyed look, and went up on the very tips of her hooves. “I just felt it, too!” she urgently whispered to Apple Bloom.

“Just because you thought about it?” Apple Bloom asked disbelievingly. But Sweetie Belle nodded, with no hint of anything but her honest innocence.

“This is weird,” Apple Bloom whined, lowering her head. They stood there for a few more seconds, before Apple Bloom’s fur stood on end, because she could feel something trickling down her leg. She reached her hoof down there and stopped short as she felt some kind of sticky fluid running from her groin. “Ew...” she said disgustedly, pulling her hoof out of there when it clung to her hoof in sticky strands. She wiped it off as best as she could, then turned to Sweetie Belle.

“Sweetie have you–” Apple Bloom caught herself. Her unicorn friend was looking at her very worriedly. “Never mind,” Apple Bloom clarified, just trying to hold her legs together, “I don’t want it to happen because I made you thought about it.”

“Okay...” Sweetie said without sounding convinced.

Less than half a minute later, the unicorn beside Apple Bloom started in place, pushing away from the earth pony in order to lift up her hind leg, trying to see herself down there.

“Dangit, it didn’t work,” Apple Bloom said with a stomp on the tile floor.

“I didn’t mean to!” Sweetie Belle said miserably, shifting from hoof to hoof. Now that Apple Bloom minded it, a lot of fillies in here were doing the same thing. They all had problems with their hindquarters?

“It’ll be okay Sweetie, we just gotta get some bed rest,” Apple Bloom assured her. Sweetie shook her head,

“No way am I getting in a bed if I can’t stop peeing!” Sweetie whispered fearfully. Apple Bloom blinked, then raised an eyebrow.

“Now hold on Sweetie,” Apple Bloom stopped her, “Let me see your bu–uh–your leg.”

“Please no...” she said looking miserably guilty.

“It ain’t pee ah don’t think,” Apple Bloom said to her, “Now let me see your leg.” Lifting Sweetie’s leg and cautiously smelling the stuff revealed no traces of urine, just an extra strong and somewhat tangier scent of Sweetie Belle.

“It ain’t pee,” Apple Bloom repeated. She noticed then that the trickle had stopped for her own hindquarters as mysteriously as it started, and was already starting to evaporate leaving her fur a sticky mess. “It’s... you know when you uh, ah mean, when you... touch yourself?”

“Ohhh,” Sweetie realized, looking under her hind leg with a little less trepidation. “But... I wasn’t touching myself!”

“Neither was ah,” Apple Bloom said, “I don’t know what that was!”

“I hope we’ll be okay,” Sweetie Belle whimpered.

Apple Bloom hugged Sweetie, and boy did it feel good to rub against her. They might have hugged a little longer than necessary. “Ah just hope Scootaloo is okay,” Apple Bloom said when they at last parted, but her voice held a note of fatalism because, if this was how they were feeling, then Scootaloo probably wasn’t okay at all.

Finally it was their turn, and the white and pink nurse mare ...stopped them from walking into the back by blocking the way with a hoof. She just approached them, and immediately wrinkled her nose.

“Ugh,” the mare said with a resigned sneer on her face, but then she relaxed her features and leaned down to them, saying “You fillies are just fine, don’t worry,” in a friendly but somewhat harried voice. “You just go home to your families and they can tell you what’s happening to you.”

“W-we’re not sick?!” Apple Bloom exclaimed in surprise, making the nurse wince, and subsequently feeling guilty about it.

“You’re fine,” she repeated, “It’s perfectly natural.”

“But what about the–”

“Look filly,” the nurse said with aplomb, “If I told you, you’d be embarassed in front of your friend here, and everypony in the waiting room, and you’d be ashamed for not having figured it out yourself, even though you shouldn’t be. It always happens. Every time. Just go to your family, tell them what happened, and they’ll tell you what to do. Now we have many other patients to see, so you fillies get on your way, and don’t worry your parents can tell you just what to do.”

As she said that, she just kind of head-butted Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle, sliding them across the floor and out of the clinic. Then the nurse turned around and gallopped inside again, shouting “Next!”

Feeling completely confused, but with no better answers, and not even a pass, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle just had to part ways, heading home early. Now even walking was unpleasant. After that bizarre experience in the waiting room, Apple Bloom’s nethers were just throbbing achily. Oddly, it didn’t feel as unpleasant to run as it did to walk, so Apple Bloom ended up gallopping the whole way down the path, over the hill and to her farm house.

She actually felt better when she got there. The exercise had left her rosy cheeked and winded, like she felt after a warmup when she was ready to start the game. Pulling open the swinging door she let herself in calling out, “Applejack! Granny! Big Mac! Anypony here?” And as luck would have it, instead of everypony out working the orchard, Apple Bloom heard a weary groan coming from Applejack. Apple Bloom ran into the dining room, where she found Applejack at the table looking like death warmed over. Applejack had a bag of ice clutched in her hooves, looking at it disgustedly.

“Applejack!” Apple Bloom called out for help, running up to stand uncertainly before the blonde maned orange apple mare who, seated at the table, was only a little bit above Apple Bloom’s eye level.

“Apple Bloom? What are y–” Applejack said, turning and then wincing. “What’re you doin’ out of school?” she asked after that pained interruption.

“There’s a bug goin’ around and they called off school early,” Apple Bloom answered readily. She was going to say more but Applejack snapped at her,

“Well that’s just great! First you–”

Then her angry grimace softened and Applejack looked at Apple Bloom apologetically saying, “Ah’m sorry sis, it’s just, well,”

Applejack looked up straight again, putting the bag of ice right into her lap under the table. “It’s that time of year again,” she explained, “Estrus season just hit me hard today. Looks like it’s gonna be a doozy this year.”

“Oh no!” Apple Bloom said looking at her sister with worry and concern.

Then, Apple Bloom stiffened. The room seemed to tilt around her, as her eyes widened, while her pupils shrank to pinpricks, and she repeated, albeit with an entirely different meaning to it, “Oh, no”

Author's Note

Inspired from a great genre called My Little Pony, a great show called Friendship is Magic, and a great character called Apple Bloom, with hopefully something of a unique spin on my take at a basic concept. Enjoy my insanity, I command you!! Ahahaha!

Scootaloo in Perspective

Author's Note

This story might seem somewhat confusing from this point, since you’re not allowed to read chapters 2 through 6 anymore, but I think it’s still worth reading. Any references what happened in those chapters, you can just imagine whatever you want!

Alright, no I have to clarify a few things. The reason Scootaloo is acting that way is because Apple Bloom just fucked her silly. The reason for that is Scootaloo was playing with Apple Bloom's new dick with her ladyparts, because she didn't know what to do with them. The reason for that besides a terrible education system, is Scootaloo snuck in on Apple Bloom playing with her own new dick. The reason for that is that Scootaloo followed Apple Bloom to the clubhouse during recess. The reason for that is that she suspected Apple Bloom was a colt. The reason for that is Apple Bloom woke up this morning as a colt. The reason for that is Discord tricked her by saying he'd make sure a colt would cure her estrus. The reason for that is he a dick. Also Fluttershy asked him to help. Also because Apple Bloom was sitting in the creek pleading to Celestia to save her from estrus, so she was easy to fool. The reason for that is that she masturbated while in estrus, which made it worse. The reason for that is Diamond Tiara said it would help and Apple Bloom was desperate for some relief and control over her life. The reason that none of that is allowed here is because copying ideas is forbidden. (Except when it's not.) (But in this case it is.) (Don't ask me I don't understand it.) Anyone who can figure out a convincing way to get Scootaloo and Apple Bloom into this state, without using any of these ideas at all, I would be most grateful.

If you have Tor, I've tried to make the story available on a Tor Hidden Service as-is without ommissions. There, you'll be able to see what needs to be ...re...somethingified, before it's allowed here, if you have any ideas to help. I'd put the story on a regular website but, well, it'd get banned from pretty much anywhere, and I don't really want my employment history to be associated with writing foalcon, if possible. It's just not a very promising career path. :twilightsheepish:

Scootaloo in Perspective

Rainbow Dash was flying around when she noticed the odd little orange filly who kept calling her a sister had got herself off to the skate park, where Scootaloo was flipping around and well, scooting like she was really enjoying it. Dash probably shouldn’t fly down there and check on the filly since she wasn’t really her sister, but nopony else ever seemed to do it, and Scootaloo’s parents sure weren’t around, and one thing Rainbow Dash wasn’t going to do is leave somepony hanging like that. So once again she ended up suckered into being this kid’s role model and practically running her life.

She lazily drifted around in a circle watching the filly enjoy herself. Weren’t any other ponies at the skate park this time of day. Probably why Scoots picked that time to go there, less ponies to get in the way that way. Dash thought about just going down to say hi to Scootaloo, but darn that filly, she’d probably stop her routine just for the sake of getting a little passing approval.

Dash was almost glad when the filly’s hormonal urges made her chase after that well built pegasus colt and, gave Dash some slack. Almost. As nice as it was not to be on the spot all the time, you can’t really be glad about fillies in estrus. Mares were a different story of course.

Dash’s own burning need had been well and truly sated. Yesterday it was Star Hunter, a local pegasus for once, though he worked in Vanhoover. Taking time off for the Season this year, he’d been quite popular among the mares with his exotic coloring and good endurance, and general approachable demeanor. All Dash really cared about was somepony who knew how to do it mid-flight, but he did talk a lot about some interesting constellations. Apparantly Gemini was on the move now for some reason.

But Dash wasn’t a filly anymore. Fillies were young and uncertain and they didn’t have a lot of options, or freedom really. While Dash’s own loins purred at her pleasantly from this morning’s plowing, the average filly was going to be sitting on ice this time of year. They’re at that strange stage where they’re not ready for sex yet, but they still get the cramps and the weird urges. Dash didn’t really understand it but, and don’t let anyone know this but, she might not have been the brightest pegasus in the flock. Supposedly it helped motivate fillies to make better friendships that would last through adulthood, but it was definitely a pain in the baby maker.

Dash fluttered down at a distance, and stood on a nearby hill, just watching the filly for now. Scootaloo sure seemed to be in a good mood, for being in estrus. Reminded Dash of the year before last, before the onset of puberty started to take its toll. Scootaloo was really small even for a pegasus, but she was still a long way from growing into her full height. Probably always be a bit of a runt compared to other ponies. Then again, Dash had been a late bloomer herself and‒ actually yeah, Rainbow Dash was a bit smaller than most other ponies. But that’s what made her the fastest! Couldn’t complain about that. She wondered how Scootaloo would make use of a smaller build. Dash couldn’t think of any advantage that didn’t involve flying, but even Dash would admit she sort of had flying on the brain. No bird brain jokes. She knew Scootaloo would figure it out, though.

Whether Scootaloo could figure out how to manage her estrus, well maybe Rainbow Dash could give her a little one on one coaching for that. Cook up some Moon Tea, have a real girl chat, be a shoulder for her for Scootaloo to take out her no doubt irritable and absolutely terrible mood. Rainbow Dash didn’t want to interrupt the filly, but she didn’t make herself all that hard to find either. It was high time to show her all the tricks you could do, well short of actual stallions that is.

Scootaloo saw her eventually, and sure enough she left her routine and came zooming up with an enthusiastic, “Hey Rainbow Dash! I mean, hey sis!”

”Hey kid,” Dash said, smiling down at her. “How’ve you been lately?”

”Great!” Scootaloo piped up, “I think my latest trick flip could make the junior Games. Got to get it so I can drift from that into the grind though, but it’s been going really well today. I might even get my cutie mark out of it!”

Rainbow Dash’s smile faltered a bit but she continued confidently saying “So uh, how has your estrus been treating you?”

”What, that old thing? pff” Scootaloo snorted derisively, “I don’t have any problem with that.”

Dash blinked, “Uhh, really?”

”Yeah I can totally handle it,” Scootaloo asserted, kicking the air with her hooves. “I won’t let it get me down! Just like you, Rainbow Dash!” Then she leaned forward and hugged Rainbow Dash tenderly around the chest saying, “You’re the best sister ever.” Then, she trotted bouncily to her scooter, and buzzed off humming pleasantly to herself.

Dash touched her chest, then stared after Scootaloo for a second, before reacting with a quiet “Huh.”

The Elements of Hygiene

”Darn it Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom grumbled, scrubbing at a stubborn spot on the floor. She had a bucket of soapy water next to her and a scrub brush around her hoof. It didn’t quite fit from the last time she put it on, of course because colts are going to be bigger than fillies. Apple Bloom didn’t think she was changing any more, and she still thought of herself as a filly despite... resoundedly proving that wrong earlier, but you don’t magically grow a few inches bigger overnight and not have a few adjustments to make. She was just glad her bow was the only article of clothing she wore, nothing that could end up tight or constricting.

The yellow sort-of-filly was busy trying to clean up the mess they’d made all over the clubhouse floor. Though it still made her heart flutter at the thought of what activity produced these fluids, it sure wasn’t much fun to clean up. It was all protein based which means when it dried it got sticky, and nothing could get it up besides good old elbow grease. The boy stuff Apple Bloom had produced was even thicker than girl stuff and had less water content in it, so it was mostly her mess. She couldn’t berate Scootaloo too much for not staying around to clean up, but what Scoots didn’t have in quality she made up for in quantity. Good gravy, did she get it on the ceiling?

Apple Bloom got on a chair and swiped off the ceiling just in case, but it thankfully turned out the pegasus couldn’t squirt quite that far. Still as soon as Bloom had got up there, she thought she saw another stain below that she could see from the new angle. Climbing down and keeping an eye on it, Apple Bloom leaned closer, trying to see if it was just the color of the floor or if there was anything left to scrub out. As such was her position, facing away from the clubhouse door, the resulting barrage of questions went straight to directly addressing her butt.

”Apple Bloom!” Applejack’s voice announced. Apple Bloom froze. She hadn’t even heard her sister come up the ramp. Applejack was probably so mad she jumped up here all at once.

”Why weren’t you at school? Cheerilee said you were sick? Were you playin hookey? Why does it smell like a colt in here? You been seeing a colt? What’d he do to you? Where is he? I’ll what the buck is between your legs?!”

Apple Bloom didn’t really have words for this kind of situation.

As it turns out Applejack had more than enough words for the situation. At the sight of Apple Bloom’s gently dangling testicles Applejack had backed up so hurriedly that she went right back over the railing, falling painfully to the ground with strong enough curses to kill a sailor on the spot.

”Horsenickety naggone no-good conflated asstrundling..” she stopped her quiet tirade, and holding her head with a pained hiss, when Apple Bloom poked her own head over the railing saying,

”I’m sorry, sis!”

“Apple Bloom! What happened to you?!” Applejack called up to her from below.

“Ah can explain!” Apple Bloom called down.

“Drop down the ramp!” Her sister shouted, stamping demandingly.

“Caint you just jump up again?” Apple Bloom said fearfully

“Caint I‒ I ain’t climbing up there again!” Applejack shouted, swiping her hat off the ground and jamming it on her head. “Drop down the ramp!”

Glumly, Apple Bloom rotated the crank letting the treehouse ramp come to the ground. She tried to go back inside but Applejack was just charging up that ramp. Apple Bloom ended up backed to the wall inside the clubhouse while Applejack faced her down looking, not angry? Nothing was on Applejack’s face but a mask of fear and confusion.

After a moment of stunned silence, Applejack broke the stare first, holding her hat and looking aside saying, “Are you gonna explain to me how in hobgoblin’s bunions you’re suddenly a boy?”

Apple Bloom took a deep breath then explained, “Diamond Tiara said I could get out of my estrus using my hoof but when I did it just got worse because she knew all along and I was taking a soak to cool off my nethers but I couldn’t get home when Discord told me he could fix my problem but he wasn’t really tellin the truth though I thought he was because he was with Fluttershy and then he said he was going to get me a colt but he said it in a weird way and ah didn’t notice and I fell for it then I woke up my estrus was gone and I didn’t notice until I got to school that Discord turned me into a boy!”

Applejack gave Apple Bloom a bewildered look and said, “You wanna try saying that in more than one sentence?”

“Discord turned me into a boy!” Apple Bloom repeated, “An it’s all his fault!”

“What??” Applejack exclaimed, knocking her hat off with the arch of the clubhouse door as she straightened up. “You mean Discord has been sneaking around behind our backs and attacking little fillies who can’t even fight back?”

“Well, not quite, it‒”

“He went and changed you into into this against your will! He’s a monster!”

“No he really‒”

“Who knows who he’ll strike next! Sweetie Belle? Archer? Pinchy? He might turn them into gryphons! Or, or pigs!”

“Ah don’t think that’s quite‒”

“Don’t you worry little sis,” Applejack said frantically tousling her hair like she hated. “We’ll get you back to the way you want to be. He won’t get away with this! We’re gonna turn him right back to stone for a thousand years!”

“What?? But he just‒”

“I’m so sorry,” Applejack told her with the sincerest look into Apple Bloom’s eyes, “We never should have trusted him. To catch you by surprise like that, and take away your maidenhood without even asking. No no don’t try to defend him there’s no excuse for that kind of‒”

“I asked for it!!” Apple Bloom shouted, throwing down the sponge.

Applejack paused, and stuck a hoof in her ear to make sure it didn’t have a cork in it, then said, “Want to run that by me again?”

One slower explanation later, Applejack was a lot calmer. A bit too calm in fact.

“Heh heh, last thing on your mind huh?”

“It ain’t funny, sis!”

The two had reached a neutral position, the larger pony fitting inside the clubhouse with little trouble other than its low ceilings threatening to knock off her hat again. They were both settled on the floor, with a throw pillow for Apple Bloom, and one she had tossed for her sister. Applejack crossed her forehoof, dangling it over the other, and said “Ah know but, you have to admit he’s right, right?”

Apple Bloom had to think about the answer to that one. Truth be told Apple Bloom had been thinking of just about nothing but estrus for the last half day. It just wasn’t her estrus she was thinking about. There was no way in Tartarus she was going to break her promise to Scootaloo, but Apple Bloom knew her big sister well. You don’t lie to Applejack without... consequences.

“...right?” Applejack prompted again with a nervous flick of her tail.

“Oh, right right!” Apple Bloom answered, “Discord was totally right. My estrus ain’t botherin me at all. It was like a ...breath of fresh air this morning. It’s so much easier just to think even. But ah didn’t ever think he meant me.”

Applejack shook her head. “Look Apple Bloom, this is a mighty... mighty weird fix you got yourself in, but I know one mare who can set it right.”

“Yeah?” Apple Bloom perked her ears curiously, “Who?”

“You know my friend Twilight?” Applejack asked with a familiar smile at the memory of her friend.

“Um... the librarian?” Apple Bloom asked more uncertainly.

“She’s a lot more than a librarian,” Applejack corrected her, “She knows all sorts of crazy hocus pocus. And who’s to say there isn’t a solution in one of those fancy books of hers?”

Apple Bloom gave her sister a strained smile, and said, “Applejack, remember the last time the librarian tried to help me?”

Sacre bleu! Plus de marques de cutie?! Qu'est-ce c'est?! Je parle français?!
My sister’s speakin’ in Fancy!
We gotta find somepony to mix up a cure, and fast!
Tut suite!

“As I recall that one was your fault after all.” Applejack said raising an unimpressed eyebrow.

Apple Bloom scraped her hoof on the floor of the clubhouse admitting, “Yeah... but‒”

“No buts missy‒ I mean sonny‒ Ah mean”

“Ahm still a filly,” Apple Bloom insisted sullenly.

“We’re gonna get you to Twilight,” Applejack insisted, standing up and helping Apple Bloom to her feet. She headbutted Apple Bloom out the door, almost losing her hat in the process. “And Twilight’s gonna know just what to do to fix this,” her sister said as they descended the ramp. “You just wait and see.”

“I have absolutely positively no idea how to fix this.”

“Twilight, please!” Applejack exclaimed anxiously.

They had got to the library without incident, and by incident Apple Bloom meant Diamond Tiara catching her like this. Sure enough that purple librarian was all too happy to help, and sure enough she was just as useless as she was the last time. Or the time before that when her sister got all teenyified. Oh, where’s Zecora when you need her? If only that zebra could show up at the most convenient of moments just when her services were needed as condusive to the plot sequence!

Apple Bloom looked behind her, but Zecora hadn’t walked into the library just now. It was a long shot, anyway.

While Apple Bloom stood closer to the swinging door outside, Applejack stood in the library’s central public area, right by that horse head thing, looking up at Twilight who was up above them, halfway up the stairs in the middle of shelving some books that had been checked back in.

“I told you, Applejack,” Twilight Sparkle said patiently. “Gender spells are high level magic. The only one I know of takes at least three unicorns at peak thaumatic output, and even if I could find two other unicorns on short notice who were just as practiced as myself, this is chaos magic we’re talking about! It interacts badly with other spellwork. She could end up with both genders, or no gender at all!”

“Ah’ll take that last one,” Apple Bloom grumbled quietly.

Applejack looked skeptically at Twilight’s wings. The library had expanded a lot recently and there were more books in those additions to the building than even the main library. “You sure there ain’t an answer in one of these new books of yours?”

Twilight fluttered down on her light fluttery hooves, descending from above down the wooden staircase along the wall. Her alicorn was just a bit longer than that of other unicorns, both a sign that she didn’t have it filed on a regular basis, and a subtle if cosmetic way to show everypony her power levels.

“Books are not the answer to everything,” Twilight said, grinding her teeth as if she had a very difficult time forming that sentence. “It’s just a matter of power and control. There’s only one way to safely undo Discord’s magic.”

“The Elements of Harmony!” Applejack exclaimed. “Of course!”

“Two ways,” Twilight facehooved. “There’s only two ways to safely undo Discord’s magic. I was referring to Discord himself, who unlike the Elements, presumably, can be reasoned with. The elements are even less predictable than Discord himself! There is no way to predict what effect they might have. Believe it or not Applejack, Discord really has reformed. I won’t trust him any further than I can telekinese and if anything he’s gotten even more infuriating toeing the line of chaos and harmony like a madpony. Does Apple Bloom look chaotic to you?”

“Well no, but‒”

“Unharmonious? Discordant? Anything the elements would even care about, like a threat to all of Equestria?”

“Ah get it Twilight,” Applejack said irritably. They both were pretty irritable for some reason. Apple Bloom was a little scared by their uncharacteristic reaction. Maybe they were Discorded? Maybe‒oh yeah, estrus.

The two mares fumed at each other as they faced off, one married to her work and the other simply too socially awkward to have any kind of reliable relationship. Both in a terrible mood.

“How about I make us some tea?!” Apple Bloom exclaimed, interrupting their little staring match. Causing both of them to look at her.

“What!” they shouted at her together.

Oops.

They both startled, and looked at each other. Twilight and Applejack both blushed lifting a hoof to their mouth embarassedly.

“Ah, Ahm sorry Twilight,” Applejack said, “It’s the season you know.”

“Tea would be nice, Apple Bloom,” Twilight said raggedly without looking in Apple Bloom’s direction, “I assume you know what kind. Spike! Show Apple Bloom where the tea is!”

“I didn’t do it! I’m innocent!” drifted a high voice from the second story. “Don’t come up, I’m armed!”

Twilight laughed nervously at the others and shrugged, “Typical colt,” she drawled. “You know how it is, uh,” Twilight fidgeted awkwardly saying, “no offense, Apple Bloom.”

“Just tell me where the tea is,” Apple Bloom said, not really liking where this conversation about her not really being a filly and what about a colt was typical, was going.

One tea time later—and that actually took a long time because you don’t want to sip at hot Moon tea. You had to cool it so you could slug it down without having to taste it. But one tea time later and Apple Bloom was once again the full recipient of Twilight’s attention. For whatever that might be worth.

“It’s fascinating really,” Twilight said the tape measure snapping up into its case as she noted down the measurements. “You not only have the anatomy of a colt but the build of one, well developed too.” She wrapped a blood pressure cuff around Apple Bloom’s elbow and started squeezing it shut. “Normally you would have the same build and have to grow into your new gender the old fashioned way so to speak.”

“I dunno Twilight I‒ow!” Twilight took the blood sample to her machine and eyeballed critically at the rainbow emanating from the spectrometry. “Either Discord is more creative than I imagined or he may have had a source for your new physiology. Stand on this scale please.”

Apple Bloom stood on the scale saying, “You mean I have some other colt’s body?”

“Not at all!” Twilight corrected, making note of Apple Bloom’s weight and average density. “It’s just much simpler to alter someone’s form if an existing physiological template exists.”

“Physio-what?”

“Are there any colts in your class with your approximate height and nose bridge width?”

“Can we get back on topic here?” Applejack said, kicking aside the measureomometer which rolled away from them across the room. “Your calculatin measurements are going to have to wait for another time when it isn’t my sister, and when the varmint who did it ain’t getting off scot free.”

“But how are we gonna get Discord?” Apple Bloom protested, pulling off the giant helmet with all the flashing light bulbs on it. Twilight’s ears went flat as the encephalogram cut off but she didn’t push the issue.

“You’re right Applejack,” Twilight said, then to Apple Bloom, “Well, my recommendation would be asking Fluttershy. She is Discord’s closest friend for some reason and she usually has him on a pretty short leash.”

“I talked to her already,” Apple Bloom sighed, “She said he went off to Canterlot and wouldn’t be back for days.”

“Wait a minute, you talked to Fluttershy?” Applejack said raising an eyebrow, “I thought you ran straight to the clubhouse and hid out all day.”

“I kinda did go to her first,” Apple Bloom admitted. “Ah went straight to the clubhouse when she couldn’t help me.”

“Why didn’t you stay with her and go to Twilight?” Applejack asked. “For that matter why didn’t Fluttershy come tell us right away?”

“I couldn’t stay with her because I‒” oh horse apples. Apple Bloom clammed up as fast as she could but it was too late.

“Because you what?” Applejack asked. The filly’s mind spun, trying to find a way to frame this in a positive light. Or in a not wanting Fluttershy as your special somepony light. Or in a not mentioning the penis at all light. Nothing was coming up.

“B-b-because I, you know, it’s part of the whole bein a colt thing,” Apple Bloom confessed miserably. “I mean she’s real pretty f-for a mare and my thing was ah- I started gettin you know excited and”

“Moving on then!” Twilight declared loudly, as Applejack didn’t seem to be able to find words at the moment. “We have a problem,” Twilight stated methodically, “Discord is the problem. We have to find Discord to fix the problem. You might be asking yourself how we will be finding this treacherous being?”

“How will you find this treacherous being?” Apple Bloom gasped, as Twilight exposited proudly.

“I might have just the thing,” Twilight Sparkle said with a sly wink. “C’mon Applejack, let’s gather the rest of the girls!”

“So wait,” Apple Bloom held up a hoof, “You are usin the Elements of Harmony?”

Twilight just smiled cryptically saying, “When we do use them, you’ll probably get a good idea why we shouldn’t use them on you.”

So the three of them set out to find “the girls.” Which referred to Twilight’s and by extension Applejack’s best friends. Apple Bloom only had two best friends, but these grownup ponies had lots more time to slowly develop their relationships together over a period of years before declaring their friendship, so it made sense that they’d have more. Of the remaining 4, Rainbow Dash was easiest to spot, but hardest to track down. You could barely blink before she was halfway across town high up in the sky. So instead, Pinkie Pie was the first pony they picked up. She was easy to find, locate and approach, and honestly, kind of hard to get rid of.

“Ooh does this mean you get a new birthday party or maybe a new body party or I wonder if there’s a cutecinera for boys did you get your cutie mark no that would be silly what would a being a boy cutie mark even look like? Do you still like sweets? I bet you don’t like that mean old Moon tea but who does? or maybe it tastes really good to colts does it huh? Do you have the same favorite color do you still like apples, oh tell me you still like apples! once I was”

Apple Bloom wasn’t a particularly old filly, but she was old enough to know not to try to keep up with a conversation from Pinkie Pie. Enough confusing tirades on topics ranging from parties to rock farms had convinced Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle of that. The pink pony didn’t seem to mind her conversation being one sided, but boy was she annoying to tune out. She had to have that high voice that just pierced whatever thoughts you were thinking about. But she was the first they gathered because, with Pinkie Pie’s spooky intuition they managed to track down Rainbow Dash’s latest napping spot, and while Dash went to get Fluttershy the rest of them went to Carousel Boutique.

Pinkie’s incessant badgering was annoying to Apple Bloom, but it was downright infuriating to Twilight, who eventually just snapped and started yelling at her over and over again to shut up. Of course Pinkie took that as a challenge and started making up silly ways to respond to “Shut up!” Applejack finally just stuffed her hoof in Pinkie’s mouth, and that ended that. But Twilight was still P.O.’d about it. Even if she didn’t admit it, now she was making venemous jabs at Pinkie Pie every other sentence, generally implying things about her mother. Which was downright cold because everypony knew what happened to Pinkie Pie’s mother.

Twilight did know that, right?

That led to Applejack laying into Twilight, and they were bickering at top volume when they walked up to the boutique. Enough so that Rarity shoved the door open looking rather dissheveled saying “Is there something I can help you with?” in a tone implying there was nothing she would help anyone with who walked into her shop with that attitude.

That stopped Applejack and Twilight from bickering long enough for Twilight to smile at Rarity and say, “I’m sorry to bother you Rarity, but we really need the Elements of Harmony. Discord is up to no good and we need to summon him right away.”

Rarity seemed hesitant at that, saying “As in, right away right away, or some time this afternoon right away?”

Twilight pointed at Apple Bloom who was trying to be invisible out there on the, thankfully unbusy streets of Ponyville. It was hard to be invisible when you were bright yellow with a bright red mop of hair on your head and tail. “Apple Bloom has been transformed into a stallion by Discord, and he’s nowhere to be found.”

Rarity stuck her head out the door, taking an uncomfortably long look at Apple Bloom, before turning to Twilight and saying “Sorry, I’m rather busy with a client at the moment. Are you sure this can’t‒”

“Who’s at the door?” came a stallion’s voice from inside the boutique. Rarity’s face immediately turned bright red, an impressive feat for a pearl white unicorn, and she slammed the door in their faces, shouting through it “I’ll be out in a moment! Do not go anywhere!” Then she could be heard running into the back room saying intelligible words but in a very chastising sounding tone.

“Well that wasn’t very friendly,” Twilight grumbled.

“Oh like you’re one to talk,” Applejack shot at her. Shots fired, their argument resumed immediately.

Apple Bloom was trying unsuccessfully to change her colors like a chameleon to the pink and lavender of Carousel Boutique’s walls, when alas and alack, she was at last spotted by one of the fillies from school, coming around the building from behind her.

“Apple Bloom is that‒you?” came a familiar voice behind Apple Bloom. Apple Bloom startled and spun around, goggle eyed. She saw before her, a pinkish white unicorn with a beautifully curled lavender and pink mane and tail, whose light green eyes gave her innocent appearance an eerie sort of otherworldliness. Apple Bloom relaxed with a sigh, “Oh, Sweetie Belle.”

Then she realized it was Sweetie Belle and she started to get nervous again.

“Is it really true?” Sweetie said, leaning toward her, peering fearfully at Apple Bloom, “You’re really a... a colt now?”

“Ahm a filly, and ah always will be,” Apple Bloom stated tensely as if it were the show bible truth. “But uh... Discord kinda... yeah he made me a... a colt.”

“Oh.” Sweetie Belle said, trailing off into silence. Well, as silent a silence as you could call a bunch of arguing grownups yelling at each other distantly, further around the curve of the wall of Carousel Boutike. Couldn’t Pinkie Pie stop arguing at both sides already?

“So...” Apple Bloom prompted, kicking a hoof against the dirt, looking at the soft furred compact unicorn who was her best friend, now having to look down just a bit to look Sweetie Belle in the eyes. Not that Sweetie Belle would look her in the eyes. While they stood there, Sweetie’s blush just deepened until even her knees were blushing. “What’s up?” Apple Bloom asked desperately.

“...” said Sweetie Belle eloquently. She wasn’t doing as convincing a beet impression as Rarity, but it wasn’t far off.

“Aw come on Sweetie Belle, relax!” Apple Bloom said, nudging her shoulder. Sweetie just squeaked and jumped away a little. Apple Bloom backed up from her worriedly saying “Y-you’re actin like I’m some sort of stranger!”

“But you’re a...” Sweetie Belle said, unable to finish her sentence.

“Ahm still me,” Apple Bloom insisted. She was pretty darn sure of it too. Heck Apple Bloom felt more like herself than she had since this stupid estrus thing had started. Sweetie didn’t seem convinced though.

“You mean we’re still...friends?” the little unicorn offered hopefully.

“Sweetie, we’ll always be friends,” Apple Bloom said to her in a level tone, “We made a pact!” It sounded more powerful when Apple Bloom said it with this voice. She just sounded so assertive and confident, but still totally like a colt. “Is it mah voice?” she asked, “I can’t help it it’s just part of the deal.”

“Well...” Sweetie looked Apple Bloom up and down out of the very corner of her eye.

“O.K...” she said at last. Her soft tones were as pleasant as they were melodious, but whatever she was trying to say it just wasn’t reaching Apple Bloom’s understanding. O.K. what? That Sweetie just beside herself in nervous anticipation. Was it her estrus?

“Sweetie, you gotta talk to me,” Apple Bloom pleaded, “Ah know your estrus is makin’ things really hard for you, but you gotta talk about it if you want to fix it. Ah know being a colt makes me look all weird and probably makes your undersides go off like Scootaloo’s but Sweetie, I’m your friend. I need you to talk to me!”

Apple Bloom stood there looking at Sweetie, not knowing what else to say. The exhuberant friend of hers was acting veritably fluttershish. Really, what was Sweetie afraid of? It wasn’t like Apple Bloom could do anything... bad to her. She could do something very good to Sweetie Belle, but Sweetie Belle wouldn’t know that yet. Apple Bloom wanted to tell her but, she promised Scootaloo she’d keep it secret. Scootaloo could tell Sweetie herself later, maybe.

“So you really really do have a p... a thing?” Sweetie Belle said suddenly. “A... a boy thing?”

“It’s called a penis, Sweetie Belle,” Apple Bloom said gently, and she kind of had to admit it now that she said that, “And... y-yeah yeah I got a boy thing. Three boy things really.”

“Boys have three peni‒!” Sweetie’s voice died in a shocked squeak. She didn’t fall over like a fainting goat, but she definitely looked like she wasn’t going to be walking away from leaning against the Boutique wall after a shocker like that.

Apple Bloom laughed tensely and shook her head, “No boys only have one. I mean the dangly things that boys have too. There’s the penis and then there’s two balls in a kind of sack that sorta hang there.” Apple Bloom started to drool at the thought of the good long look she got at Rumble’s three things. Even Featherweights were kind of... well... nah, still creepy.

Sweetie Belle was blushing again and looking down, relaxed but all quiet like and stuff. “C’mon Sweetie, I was just jokin with you,” Apple Bloom pleaded, to no response. “I wasn’t talkin’ about mine. I was talking about when ah saw Rumble’s junk... when I was still a... a filly, before all this happened.”

“So, you’re still Apple Bloom just,” Sweetie paused, struggling with her wording, “Just with boy parts.”

“That’s right,” Apple Bloom said, nuzzling Sweetie Belle’s shoulder again. Sweetie didn’t cringe away this time, thank Celestia. Apple Bloom wouldn’t know what to do if her friend just turned cold on her overnight. It was strange, but maybe they could still be friends even if Apple Bloom was stuck with, well, boy parts.

“Apple Bloom,” Sweetie said suddenly, a little more loudly. She fixed Apple Bloom’s gaze for the first time, a curious intensity burning in her eyes as Apple Bloom found herself captivated by the need that smouldered in those dilated lime rings, “I really,” Sweetie Belle said, “Really really”

“Sweetie Belle!” Rarity shouted galloping up to them. “What are you doing?!”

“We’re... talking?” said Apple Bloom breaking Sweetie Belle’s gaze to look at Rarity, and instantly regretting doing so. When would she get another chance to look into Sweetie Belle’s eyes like that?

“Enough from you,” Rarity huffed at Apple Bloom, then grabbed Sweetie by the ear with her magic. “Come along Sweetie Belle, we need to get you somewhere with less ...trouble.” Rarity left a strong emphasis on that last word.

“Ow, hey, Rarity!” Sweetie protested, digging her hooves in trying to stop herself from being pulled away.

“Rarity, Apple Bloom, come on,” Twilight said before Apple Bloom could react, approaching right behind when Rarity walked around to see them, “Rainbow Dash wants to meet us on the south green to perform the summoning.”

“What are they‒?” Sweetie asked looking at Apple Bloom confusedly.

“Discord did this, and he’s gonna undid this too,” Apple Bloom answered matter-of-factly. “I’ll be a filly again before you can shake your tail.”

“Do you have to?” Sweetie whined.

“Sweetie Belle!” Rarity shouted again in outrage. Apple Bloom couldn’t really process what she just heard. Sweetie wanted her to stay a boy? This time, Rarity managed to lift the young unicorn in the air entirely, leaving Sweetie to wave her hooves below her ineffectively.

“That is exactly what is going to happen,” Rarity said to Sweetie’s face, “And you’re going to your room!”

“What?!” Sweetie protested, swinging helplessly, “But I want to go with Ap‒ I want to go with you!”

“No arguing, sister,” Rarity sniffed, “This is for your own good. You may play with Apple Bloom all you like once she is a filly again. You know the rules. Colts are strictly off limits!”

“Rarity, no!” Sweetie protested, her horn sparking green as she fought with her sister’s magic.

“Twilight,” Rarity snapped, “A little help here?”

Sweetie had a full out tantrum when she saw Twilight’s magic wrap around her too. “Let me go!” she screamed, “Stop it!! Stop it!!”

Twilight smiled apologetically, but said “Rarity’s right. You should stay inside until we get this cleared up.”

“You’re wrong!” Sweetie yelled, “You’re wrong! You just want to hurt me!! I hate you! I just want to be with him! Why can’t you let me go! Why are you hurting me?!”

“I hate you! I hate‒” was the last thing Apple Bloom heard before the door closed on them and Sweetie’s protests drifted further inside. Apple Bloom wanted to... she wanted to run after Sweetie Belle, and ...stop them from hurting her, whatever they were doing. She really felt like they were doing something horrible to Sweetie, but what? Putting her on timeout like a baby? But she was kinda actin like a baby. Why was Sweetie so upset though? She just threw a fit the moment she got pulled away from Apple Bloom. Sure her sister’s being all snooty, but that never made Sweetie Belle flip her lid before, not even that one time when things got real bad.

That was the other reason Apple Bloom didn’t run after Sweetie Belle, because she’d never seen her that angry before. And it came right out of the blue. All blushing and quiet, then just... losing it. And... that scared Apple Bloom.

Apple Bloom couldn’t wait to get back to estrus if this is what Discord’s magic did to her friends.

Rarity and Twilight emerged from the Boutique without Sweetie Belle. You could hear her sobbing from inside though. They actually looked horribly guilty about it, like they had to take away her favorite puppy. Apple Bloom wanted to be mad at them, but they just seemed so concerned, like they were really trying to help Sweetie Belle. Apple Bloom couldn’t stop trembling. It looked like Applejack wanted to comfort her, or hold her gently, but Applejack wouldn’t even let Apple Bloom near her like this. This whole situation was scaring Apple Bloom so much more now. She wanted to be out of this colt body right away, and never have to hear that heart wrenching sound coming from Sweetie Belle ever again.

Not nearly soon enough, they were all on the southern green by the park, and after passing out the element talismans, Twilight joined the 6 of them in a circle, her regalia firmly upon her head. Apple Bloom watched from outside the circle, open mouthed as a brilliant light began to shine from each talisman, and the six began to rise up into the air, pegasus unicorn and earth pony alike. The power in the air was so strong you could taste it. It made your bones vibrate without any sound. The ground was rumbling and a brilliant rainbow was lazily traveling from talisman to talisman, connecting each in a irregular hoop. Then it was all released in a torrentuous crash, a tornado of rainbow light that spun faster than the eye could see. Within it was manifesting...

...

A bathtub?

The light died quickly as the six returned to earth. Apple Bloom shivered in place, just full of a bubbly pleasant lit up feeling, like she could take on the world. But uh... what was up with the bathtub?

“Twilight,” Applejack said in a warning tone.

“That’s just his bathtub!” Rainbow Dash declared. “Wasn’t your spell supposed to summon Discord?”

“Rainbow has a point, darling,” Rarity observed.

“Um, he was in his bathtub last time,” Fluttershy mentioned, but nopony noticed.

Twilight walked up to the bathtub, then squinted at it. Then she walked around the bathtub and squinted at it again.

“I don’t know how he did it,” she hissed disgustedly, “But he managed to shift the summoning from himself to his bathtub.”

“So you mean,” Applejack piped up, “All that power and all we can do now is summon...”

“...his bathtub, yes,” Twilight said. That was Pinkie’s cue to fall over laughing.

“Pinkie...” Twilight said testily, giving the tub a vicious kick. Instead of putting a hole in it though, it appeared to be made out of solid rubber, not ceramic and it smacked her hoof right back. Pinkie didn’t even slightly stop laughing.

“Pinkie!” Twilight snapped a little louder, and it was clear that Pinkie was trying to stop, but all she could gasp out was,

“Can’t... bathtub... summon...” in between belly laughs and snorts.

When Pinkie had calmed down enough to stop laughing, Twilight added in a rather disgruntled tone, “You know for the element of Laughter you sure aren’t making anypony laugh.”

“You’re right Twilight,” Pinkie said sidling up to her slyly, “I’m not making anypony laugh... yet.”

Then she collapsed laughing again.

“Pinkie being Pinkie,” Rainbow admonished, holding a hoof up at Twilight before she could retort.

“It’s all in the set-up!” Pinkie screamed in between laughs.

Twilight rolled her eyes in acquiescence and sighed, “Well this was one collosal waste of time.”

“Is there any other way you could summon him?” Apple Bloom pleaded. “I can’t go to school like this I just can’t!”

“We’ll work something out, Apple Bloom,” her sister Applejack said reassuringly. Apple Bloom heaved a sigh of relief at that. Of course they would work something it. Applejack seemed just extra trustworthy right about now, and Apple Bloom just knew she could trust her with anything. She smiled at the reassuring calm that swept over her, saying,

“Thanks, sis.”

“Um, excuse me,” Fluttershy piped up quietly.

“Yes Fluttershy, what is it?” Twilight asked her pleasantly. “Any ideas?”

“Discord said um, that he was going to Canterlot, on an important mission for the princesses.”

A tick, and then Twilight announced, “A letter! That’s brilliant!”

“Oh um, thank you” Fluttershy said, drowned out by Twilight announcing,

“I’ll just send a letter to the princesses. If he’s not with them then they’ll know where he is for sure.”

Twilight called out loudly, “Spike, take a letter!”

Then she looked around and blushed, laughing nervously, “Eh heh heh, he must still be holed up in the library.” Looking down in shame, Twilight grudgingly admitted, “I may have been a little testy when I woke up this morning.”

Spike was a piece of work that’s for sure. It was Apple Bloom in the end who managed to coax him down from his surprisingly defensible bookshelf fort.

“They’re just ponies Spike,” Apple Bloom assured him, “Even if we get a little irritable this time of year, Twilight would never put you in danger. She loves you.”

“You didn’t see her before her morning coffee...” Spike grumbled sounding unconvinced. He let himself be led down, and Twilight even gave him his Friday sapphire today, promising to double it up when Friday came as an apology for snapping at him this morning.

“Heh... snapping,” was all he said to that.

Twilight wrote out her letter, leaving out Apple Bloom’s precise situation after Apple Bloom got on her knees and prayed to Twilight not to let the princesses of the land know that she had messed up so badly as to lose her very marehood. And after that there was nothing left but to wait.

“I need to work off some of this energy, or I won’t get any sleep tonight” Rainbow Dash announced, limbering herself up. She aileron rolled out through an open window on the west side of the main reading room, and disappeared into the sky.

“I should get back to Sweetie Belle,” Rarity suggested, “I did leave her a bit abruptly there.”

“Yeah. Abruptly.” Apple Bloom parroted sarcastically.

“This does not concern you!” Rarity said angrily to the little colt filly abomination. “If you were a filly you would understand!”

“I am a filly!” Apple Bloom shouted right back. “Why does that even matter? Is this about the estrus? Because I know it stinks!”

Rarity blinked, and then she looked at Applejack, who tried to find somewhere else to look at that very moment.

“You mean you haven’t...” she prompted to Applejack, “You know, you haven’t yet... talked with her?”

“It‒it’s only the first year anyway,” Applejack said nervously, “Better to wait until it’s you know, give her a chance to be a kid.”

“I‒I, you’re right,” Rarity conceded adding quietly that, “I can’t imagine Sweetie Belle would ever...”

“Eyup,” Applejack said, crossing a hoof again.

“What are you two talking about?” Apple Bloom exclaimed in sheer frustration.

“It’s just something for when you’re older, sweetie,” Rarity said, smiling congenially at her.

“Oh, so like a cutecinera?”

Rarity seemed nonplussed.

“Yeah,” Applejack cut in, “It’s... just some dumb thing about cutie marks, nothing worth mentioning really!” leaning back to rub her own cutie mark until it sparkled. “Gotta buff em good you do.” Rarity gave her a wan look.

“Hah, you just wait,” declared Apple Bloom. “I’ll get my cutie mark before you know it, and then you’ll have to tell me!”

“Anyway I really must go,” Rarity said. “Sweetie Belle simply can not wait nor take second priority a moment longer!”

Despite Apple Bloom’s grumbling, Rarity left without another word, in the dramatic fashion that she always left everywhere.

Twilight looked at Spike, who shrugged back. She started to say “I suppose you can go too, Pink...” and then looked around. “Where’s Pinkie Pie?”

“Suppose she left already,” Applejack offered. It was rare that you saw that hot pink ninja, whether she was coming or going.

“How are you doing?” came Fluttershy’s quiet voice next to Apple Bloom. Apple Bloom’s tail immediately went down and she forced a smile at Fluttershy saying,

“Oh, you know, fine.”

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Fluttershy confessed. “I should have known I would have that... I mean, it must be awful what you’re going through.”

“Yeah I’m doin alright though,” Apple Bloom smiled awkwardly, subtly crossing her legs if maybe that would help. Jeez Fluttershy was right there and

“Fluttershy, can we talk?” Twilight butted in. Apple Bloom was at the same time grateful and resentful. Twilight took Fluttershy off into a different room, and when Twilight came back she said, “Fluttershy had to head home too. Her uh, animals were calling.”

That left just Applejack and Apple Bloom.

“Listen, I don’t know if she’s busy or not,” Twilight said apologetically, “She is a princess and all. I could let you know tomorrow if she says anything.”

“Nah, we’ll wait,” Applejack said with a note of finality.

“You sure sis?” Apple Bloom piped up, “There’s that carrot field needs turnin and we gotta slop the pigs before it gets too late.” She couldn’t see outside enough to tell where the sun was, but Apple Bloom had a good sense for time, and it had been a long day already.

“I wanna get this over and done with,” Applejack declared, stomping. And that was that.

The four of them waited in the library. And waited. Applejack was too stubborn and Apple Bloom too terrified to do anything else, and Twilight seemed to want to keep an eye on both of them. Spike belched out the reply eventually, in a fiery blast that scared Apple Bloom half to death. Applejack assured her that it couldn’t burn anything though, and Spike said he was living in something that was a tree and a library, so he probably had a pretty good idea how to control his flame. With that, he opened the message and began to read.

“My faithful protegé, Twilight Sparkle,” Spike’s voice rang out brightly. It was kind of weird to hear the princess’s words being said by a baby dragon. But whatever.

“I am sorry to hear you are having issues that only Discord can solve. You can be rest assured that he is performing very well at his important duties here at the palace. My sister and I both appreciate your concern, but it is very important that he come right here, right now. He will be available to service you within a week of long, hard effort. Until that climactic time, unless it is a powerful and intense emergency that puts all of Equestria in danger without using protection, you will have to understand that I have needs, and the decisions I make are not done lightly. But rather, most gravidly.”

Spike paused here at an unintelligible part of the manuscript, where it looked like some mysterious force had dragged the quill across the page.

“On second thought,” he continued beyond that, “I have decided, that leaving you unaware of what this national treasure is doing for me would be unwise. You have to understand however that this information is top secret and must be heard by you and your friends alone. I have faith in you Twilight that given the truth you will always touch the right places and come through in the end. Discord has been performing the backwards double twist”

“Stop. Reading!” Twilight shouted, an inch away from the purple dragon. “Didn’t you hear what she said? This is big! This is top secret! This could be the end of Equestria as we know it. And you,” she snatched the manuscript out of his claws with her magic, “Don’t need to be reading that.”

She glanced at Apple Bloom adding, “Sorry, you too. This is strict Element business only.”

“You’re gonna have to round everyone up again to tell them,” Applejack said. “And it’s starting to get dark, so afor’n anything I gotta get Apple Bloom here outta town. Can’t just leave a colt wandering around after hours– I mean, you know what I mean.”

“Oh, right right,” Twilight said.

“What’s wrong with bein a colt!” Apple Bloom protested. “I can walk home by myself just fine!”

“Ain’t nothing doing,” Applejack insisted. “There are ponies who go after colts out there, especially this time a year, and you have to be extra careful as long as you’re... like this.”

“This is stupid,” Apple Bloom grumbled, “I’m a colt, not a big baby!”

“Just humor me on this, alright Apple Bloom?”

“...O.K. sis.”

And of course Applejack was worried over nothing. The walk home was completely uneventful. Sure a few mares were looking their way for some reason, but there wasn’t anything to be worried about. As they neared the farmhouse, Apple Bloom leaned against her sister lovingly and was startled when Applejack moved away at her touch. Actually, wasn’t Applejack sweating awfully hard for just a quick walk across town?

“You O.K. sis?” Apple Bloom asked, tilting her head contemplatively.

Applejack kept glancing at her furtively saying, “Oh ahm fine. No problems here.”

“You ain’t gettin sick are you?”

“What? Why? I’m healthy as a horse!”

“Well it’s just you’re not usually sweatin so much unless you’ve been bucking a lot.”

“Heh... buckin... yeah...”

“So?”

Applejack stopped and lifted a hoof thoughtfully, then continued on into the farmhouse. “Let’s just get you some grub Apple Bloom. You can do the chores tomorrow. Big Mac! Granny! You here?”

Well now Apple Bloom was sure there was something wrong with Applejack. This better not be a repeat of the Ergot incident.

Once inside, Applejack left Apple Bloom in the very awkward hooves of her older brother Big Macintosh. He just kind of stared at Apple Bloom with that expressionless face of his, while she stared back, his utter and complete shock betrayed by the fact that he usually didn’t go this long without inaction. But even as well as she knew him, Big Macintosh was a difficult pony to understand what was going on in his head.

“Ahm a boy now,” she said at last, thinking that’s what he wanted to know, maybe.

“Eyup,” he agreed.

“But ahm still a filly,” she added, “I just got magicked like this.”

“Right then,” he said, turned on his hooves and went to work on dinner.

Unfortunately Applejack couldn’t stay for dinner as she had that important Element stuff thing to deal with, and so late in the evening too. She just grabbed some leftover fritters on her nose and tromped out again, promising she’d be back as soon as she can and apologizing for the setbacks. It was hard running a farm with just two ponies, two and a half if you counted Apple Bloom. That’s why Bloom wanted to be a big pony, so that she could help with the bucking and make them a ton of bits and then they would stop worrying about missing a day or close shaves.

With her new colt body, Apple Bloom found herself eager to check her height, and maybe if she wouldn’t be a bit stronger about bucking trees. That sure would be a help!

After an uneventful dinner, and an awkward, monosyllabic conversation with Big Macintosh about any tips for being a boy (“Got any tips for bein a boy?” “Nope.” “Y’sure?” “Eyup.”), Apple Bloom had retired to her bed. She didn’t sleep easy though. There was this weird smell all over everything. The frustration of the events previous had been on her mind, not to mention what she was going to do about school. And Sweetie had acted so weird, like she thought Apple Bloom was an entirely different pony. Well, technically Apple Bloom was pretty different but she was still herself! She just couldn’t piece together why Sweetie Belle was walking on eggshells the whole time they were talking, and why Rarity up and snatched her away like that. Bloom could swear that look Rarity gave Apple Bloom when she took Sweetie Belle away had been almost venemous.

Author's Note

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The Sweetest Night

Author's Note

This chapter got a little... long, so I crammed the first part into the previous one. Search for "The four of them waited" to get the tail end I spliced in there.

The Sweetest Night

It was no wonder Sweetie threw a fit at that. There was nothing about it that made any sense! Apple Bloom really wanted to talk with Sweetie about this, if maybe her sister hadn’t been treating her right again. They had such a strained relationship those two sometimes. Apple Bloom couldn’t bear to see her friend hurt again like she had been that day of the Social.

So Apple Bloom found herself awake in the middle of the night, still troubled by her thoughts, and also by that peculiar, nose tickling smell. It was even stronger under her covers she found, and she pulled the covers over her to smell it more. It wasn’t unpleasant, the opposite of that really. Sort of a sweet buttery smell that made her feel excited for some reason. She reversed to put her butt on the head of the bed and sticking her head down there, trying to find where the smell was coming from. She found one spot on her bed where it was real strong, making her head spin even. And wait, was her penis coming out?

Apple Bloom pulled back the covers to look at herself, and sure enough her penis was extending it’s happy little head to point at her. Something about the smell maybe? It kind of reminded her about Scootaloo, and that sure was a smell Apple Bloom didn’t mind making her penis come out. She breathed the new one in, going back to where she found it, her hips swaying as her penis unconsciously rubbed against the sheets. The spot with the smell was really damp, with dark oily stains. She looked at it curiously–

Then her face flushed so hard she felt it. Apple Bloom snapped back, looking with tiny pupils at the moonlit illuminated evidence. She had a good idea just what she was smelling now. That was... that couldn’t be...

She leaned forward to smell it again.

“Is that really what ah smell like as a filly?” she whispered to the night, as if it would jump up and tell her wrong. It was the girl juice she’d left behind just last night, that hot sticky mess she’d wake up with between her legs. It was that spotty stain that told her she would need to change the sheets again. And it smelled just fantastic.

Apple Bloom moaned as she rubbed her dick on her sheets, not even sure why she was doing that. She brought her hooves down to wrap around the dick, rubbing it like she did before. Apple Bloom could not be blushing more than she was now. Her own scent was turning her on. She covered herself in the blanket again so she could smell it more, imagining that she was standing over herself the way Scootaloo had straddled her before, with Apple Bloom’s own dripping fillyhood ready to swallow up her new dick. Holy buck that was hot.

She wouldn’t just rub the labia against it like Scootaloo did, so eager and inexperienced. No if Apple Bloom were there instead, she’d go right for the gold, putting that dick inside her and squeezing on it like a vice. She imagined her hooves were like a filly’s entrance, like her entrance, sliding them down all the way to thump against her pelvis. She wondered if she’d make boy stuff if she orgasmed outside of a filly. Well, one way to find out. Between the lingering smell of herself as a filly and the tapping on her window and

Wait.

A tapping at her window?

Apple Bloom squeezed her legs together, looking out from under the blanket fearing somebody saw her doing what she did. What would they think if ponies thought she was into herself? Much less inside herself! She rolled out of bed and went over cautiously to her window, hobbling a little at the turgid dick between her legs. When she saw who was outside, she opened it right away exclaiming “Sweetie Belle?” in a quiet whisper. “How are you coming up here?”

“I wanted to apologize,” Sweetie said but still with a timid hesitation in her hooves. “I’m sorry I didn’t‒ I mean, Rarity was totally out of line there. I had to see you! I just wanted... to ask you...”

“No,” Apple Bloom corrected, “Ah mean how did you get here?”

Sweetie Belle gave a sly smile that was so cute on her soft round face. “Rarity had to go to Canterlot,” she said, “It’s easy to sneak out when she’s not there. My parents are so clueless. I came over I just had to‒”

“No!” Apple Bloom corrected, “Ah mean I’m on the second story. How did you get up here?”

“Oh,” Sweetie Belle said looking down behind her. Apple Bloom stuck her head out the window and saw the stairlike stack of hay bales that led right up to her window. The chill night breeze ruffled through her bouncy red mane.

“I don’t even know why we put those there,” Apple Bloom said in a puzzled tone.

“Can I um...” Sweetie Belle’s voice was quiet enough she didn’t even have to whisper, at least when she wasn’t singing that is. “Can I come... inside?”

“Sure thing Sweetie,” Apple Bloom said backing up and helping the unicorn in through the window. “My folks have been giving me a hard time too,” Apple Bloom explained sympathetically to the softly breathing unicorn, “Something about protectin’, like there’s some danger about bein a colt.”

“It smells... really good in here,” Sweetie Belle remarked, gazing at Apple Bloom adoringly.

“It does?!” Apple Bloom yelped glancing nervously at her bed. Could Sweetie smell Apple Bloom’s sheets from all the way over here? Did Apple Bloom’s filly smell, smell that good to everypony but her, and she didn’t even know it? “Ah mean, yeah it... sure does, Sweetie,” she bluffed embarassedly.

It was hard to tell just from the moonlight but it looked like Sweetie’s blush had deepened. There was something familiar about her tense expression and dilated eyes. “Hah,” Apple Bloom declared, “You’re lookin at me just like you look at Button.”

Apple Bloom strutted in front of the unicorn mockingly, saying “Guess I make a pretty good colt then, huh? You think I look handsome?”

“Yes,” came Sweetie Belle’s tight reply. Bloom stopped her teasing, half in shock at such a direct answer, half in embarassment and half out of concern for Sweetie’s frightened tone of voice. They were silent for a moment and Sweetie continued to force herself to speak,

“I mean, I know you. I mean we talk. I mean we’re friends and I’ve never... I mean, I don’t really talk to... colts...”

“It’s O.K. Sweetie,” Apple Bloom said, lifting up the unicorn’s soft pink locks to look at her face, “I’m still me alright? Just... y’know, no estrus.”

“Really??” Sweetie exclaimed.

“Ssh!” Apple Bloom hissed at her sudden squeak, “I don’t want to know what happens if Big Mac catches you sneaking up here.”

Sweetie nodded, gulping dryly and saying, “So... colts don’t feel ...it?”

“Nope!” Apple Bloom announced confidently, adding in a less confident tone, “Well ah mean, it’s... it’s different and all, but for the most part it’s great. I haven’t felt peppier since last summer when my estrus hadn’t even happened yet! It doesn’t burn or anything, and you don’t get all sticky between your legs. No headaches or cramps or unbearable achingly longing feelings of bein empty‒”

“About that,” Sweetie Belle interrupted. Apple Bloom waited for her to continue, but Sweetie Belle just stood there silently. Quivering a little bit. Close as she was to Apple Bloom, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but notice there was a different scent wafting off Sweetie Belle’s body, just as intoxicating as Apple Bloom’s own filly scent. And Scootaloo’s.

Apple Bloom had to figure that colts must be able to smell estrus, because that’s got to be what it was. Sweetie never smelled like this when Bloom was a filly. Apple Bloom had to pull herself back from burying her face in the soft fur of Sweetie’s back just to smell her. It was the nicest sweetest perfume surrounding her friend, that made Apple Bloom want to be close to her just to smell it.

If so, it was a mighty nice thing that it did smell so good. Apple Bloom had always been worried with what was happening between her legs, that ponies thought she stank, even though she washed up on a regular basis. But if this was how it smelled for every filly, well, Apple Bloom had one less reason to hate estrus then. Literal pain in the rear, but even for that, if she could do what she did with Scootaloo, then it ain’t all that bad.

Apple Bloom looked at her bed thoughtfully, and at Sweetie who was unconsciously nosing Apple Bloom’s flank and smelling. And— oh. “Sweetie,” she asked quietly, “Am ah what smells good?”

“Yess,” Sweetie said throatily, leaning against Apple Bloom heavily now. Apple Bloom wrapped a hoof around her and held her tenderly. This colt thing was just amazing. Not only was Apple Bloom enjoying a filly’s smell, but fillies were enjoying hers. And that meant that Apple Bloom got to be closer to Sweetie Belle, in a way she could have only dreamed of before. Because Sweetie came here unannounced in the middle of the night, and because Sweetie Belle wanted her.

The Sweetie Belle, who was her lovable, naive friend with an indomitable compassion and an unquenchable spirit, smelling damply of something lovely that could only be the tell tale signs of estrus and heat. She had come to Apple Bloom in the night, and had stood unsteadily before her on the hay bale, looking lost and scared like any filly would look with that sort of feeling between their legs. And now Sweetie was hugging against her and breathing harder, and down where her hips came together in a neat little V, she was quivering.

How could Apple Bloom help her without spilling Scootaloo’s secret though?

“Is this about your estrus?” Apple Bloom asked concernedly, trying not to sound suave and not too obvious about it. “I can’t just call up Discord. The rat went up and vanished. Some real important business in Canterlot. Ah don’t even know if he can pull the same trick twice. Plus it’s nice and all, but ah mean, it’s really weird like when I...” she paused trying to phrase it without involving Scootaloo, “It just gets real weird sometimes. I mean ah have a dick! You best just stick with Moon Tea than try to make a deal with Discord.”

“It’s just I heard,” Sweetie whispered, “Scootaloo told me you... helped her.”

“What??” Apple Bloom exclaimed in a harsh whisper, “But, but Scoots made me promise not ta tell! And now she’s all braggin about it?”

“She only told me,” Sweetie Belle clarified, “I mean she told me that you did the... slimy goo thing and it helped her a lot. I think she wanted me to... give it a shot.”

“Oh, well,” Apple Bloom said, her thoughts drifting back to the slimy goo thing. That really was something wasn’t it.

“With you!” Sweetie finished urgently, squeezing her eyes shut.

Apple Bloom blinked, “Ohh,” she said teasingly. “Y’ you don’t mean with Button?”

“I can’t even talk to him,” Sweetie protested puffing her cheeks out. “He doesn’t even like me anyway. But you like me, right?”

“S-sure I like you!” Apple Bloom said. She didn’t want to say just how much she liked Sweetie, such as the tail end part of her that had filled Bloom’s fantasies. She was nervous about how Sweetie would feel if Apple Bloom was just like, using her image to masturbate with. Apple Bloom didn’t want her to feel cheapened, and wasn’t sure she could explain how it made Sweetie more valuable to her, not less.

“Do you like me in... that way?” Sweetie pressed urgently.

“What way?” Apple Bloom desperately stalled.

“You know! The... slimy goo way.” Sweetie seemed honestly distressed at this point, her eyes open again and full of hope and hurt, very liquid and captivating. Apple Bloom just couldn’t even look away. She was stuck between telling her and lying about it.

“I... uh... I... yeah...” Apple Bloom said finally. “That’s the... different part about bein’ a colt. Ah mean we don’t have to, it’s fi‒”

“No no, I want to,” Sweetie corrected. She seemed to have to struggle to clarify that statement. “You know, do the... the slimy goo thing? The thing that stops estrus. I can’t stop thinking about it...” She looked at Apple Bloom urgently, saying “I can’t stop thinking about you doing it for... for me!”

Apple Bloom’s heart was beating in her chest. Sweetie had basically just confessed to Bloom just what Apple Bloom had been afraid to say. And Apple Bloom didn’t feel cheap at all. “You were thinkin’ about me?” she said almost wonderingly.

“A-a-about you putting stuff down– down there,” Sweetie Belle continued, “Scootaloo said it felt so good and she wouldn’t say anything else but I wanted to feel it and I’m sorry I just couldn’t stop thinking about you with a... with a boy thing.”

“Oh Sweetie, you’re such a good friend,” Apple Bloom said warmly, hugging her again with a tender longing welling up in her heart. “I caint believe you were thinkin’ about me like that, and you just said it like it was no thing.”

“I’m so–”

“Don’t apologize, Sweetie!” Apple Bloom asserted, holding her shoulders urgently, looking the unicorn in the face saying, “I couldn’t tell you either, but the more ah did this boy thing, ah just couldn’t stop thinking about you and Scootaloo, not just you but... your girl thing. The way your legs come together. What we did when we... when we spit swore. You’re just... just everything about you is amazing.”

“You’re amazing too Apple Bloom,” Sweetie Belle said with a warm nuzzle. She pulled away to press her side to Apple Bloom’s again saying, “You help me so much and we’re best friends, and now you just make me feel so warm and bubbly inside, and you make my butt– I mean I want to... show you...”

Apple Bloom wasn’t too well versed in fancy psychiatrical stuff, but she wasn’t sure at this point she even cared. Just the thought of Sweetie presenting made Apple Bloom’s dick twitch in the night air. Sweetie was just so bucking... adorable and Bloom wanted nothing more than to ...make her feel better. Especially if that involved making her own dick feel like that again. Apple Bloom’s own satisfaction aside, if not for the Moon Tea, it would just be a crying shame to let such a kind, loving pony going through the sort of suffering that estrus turns out to be.

Apple Bloom noticed then that Sweetie Belle had not brought along a certain thermos or lunch box that she’d been carrying with her almost constantly from the start of her heat period.

“What about your Moon Tea?” Apple Bloom asked reluctantly, hoping desperately that Sweetie didn’t bring it, because Apple Bloom wanted to do what her body was demanding she do, as soon as ponily possible. Just shove in there and cut loose. Would it be alright to just... do it though? Sweetie wasn’t tough like Scoots, what if she got hurt? Bloom couldn’t stop from pushing real hard when she did it the last time, after all.

“That stuff only helps a little” Sweetie huffed, almost stomping a hoof before catching herself. “And if I drink too much I feel all icky. Scootaloo said your way was better. Come on, please?” She gazed at Apple Bloom liquidly.

“Okay okay!” Apple Bloom protested. That level of cuteness should be reserved for military applications. “I want it too. I‒ I think about doin it with you. And you smell real nice too.” Sweetie actually smiled when she said that. “It’s even making my thingy come out,” Apple Bloom continued, lifting a leg to glare at it. “So it’s no probl‒WOAH, hey!”

Sweetie Belle was right there at Apple Bloom’s crotch and she was doing anything but glare at it. She seemed fascinated, mesmerised even. Sort of like how Apple Bloom froze up the one time she stumbled‒tumbled‒crashed in on Rumble and Featherweight. So it was like that, huh? Apple Bloom could understand Sweetie’s feelings there. It was kind of awkward for Apple Bloom to keep her leg raised like that, but she knew just how important it was to Sweetie to get a good long look at a boy’s thing.

“Can I touch it?” Sweetie whispered. Oh lord Apple Bloom could feel the breath of her whisper. Just how sensitive was this thing?

“Y-yeah,” Apple Bloom said nervously. “Just be careful you don’t wanna set it off or nothing.”

“Set it off?”

“The uh, slimy goo thing,” Apple Bloom clarified. Seemed enough explanation for Sweetie as she took the utmost care to just give Apple Bloom’s dick the lightest of touches with the softest part of her pastern. Bloom found her lifted leg resting firmly on Sweetie’s shoulder, the other three stiff as boards at the tingling feeling. It was almost as if light touches were even worse than firm ones.

“It’s so warm...” Sweetie Belle said from between Apple Bloom’s legs.

“Yeah i-it is, though I feel it as chilly from my side,” Apple Bloom said uneasily. Her own hips were quivering now, like she was about ready to run a leaf marathon.

“Yeah...” Sweetie Belle said dreamily, sounding a little out of it.

“Okay okay that’s enough!” Apple Bloom tittered in alarm as the pleasure became too much to just sit still. She gesticulated away from Sweetie, almost having to force herself away from the unicorn before Sweetie snapped out of it.

“C’mon Apple Bloom, please?” she said then, giving those eyes again.

“Acglk, don’t‒don’t worry Sweetie Belle,” Apple Bloom said in a consoling tone, caught by those moonlit shining eyes. “We just need to go to the clubhouse.”

“Why’s that?” Sweetie asked, remembering to drop her voice to a whisper.

“It’s not just the noise,” Apple Bloom whispered back, “But it does get awful noisy. But it’s that slimy goo stuff. I can’t get that all over my carpet. AJ would murder me, and then Granny would cook me up an’ serve me for dinner! Trust me there’s a lot of slimy goo. The clubhouse at least has a solid floor I can scrub.”

“Might want to varnish it or something someday,” Apple Bloom added thoughtfully. What was she thinking? She wasn’t going to stay like this long enough to do that! But no, it wasn’t just her being a colt that mattered. When she got back to normal then she could find a colt and bring him over, and if she retrofitted the clubhouse it’d be the perfect place to make all the slimy goo in the world.

Yeah that would be great! Then Apple Bloom would be riding the dick, and she wouldn’t be the one pistoning into Sweetie Belle... no wait, Scootaloo. And, now Sweetie Belle was the one there in Apple Bloom’s imagination, hanging that hot pussy over her dick and drooling all over it. It was so easy to imagine Sweetie Belle doing all that crazy... gooey stuff. That secret trick that ends estrus. You’d think Sweetie Belle was too prim for that sort of thing, yet here she was wanting it as much as Apple Bloom did, even if she didn’t know exactly what.

The two fillies‒colt and filly‒filly-ish colt and‒filly and a half‒dammit Discord. The two climbed out of Apple Bloom’s window and made their way down the stair-step hay bales. Apple Bloom was relieved to see there wasn’t a light on in the farmhouse. It was pretty lucky that nopony heard them. This estrus deal was definitely not the sort of thing you wanted to do in your bedroom, while your grandmother was sleeping across the hall.

They trotted together through the orchard, Sweetie leaning up against Apple Bloom as if Bloom was going to vanish in a blink, if she let her go for even one minute. Considering what Apple Bloom was about to do to her, it was sensible really. Any filly would cling tight to a colt who was gonna do something to end their burning need, terrified that something might call him away. Apple Bloom knew she would never leave Sweetie hanging like that, but she also had a good idea for just how much Sweetie needed it.

On their way over, Apple Bloom started planning what she was going to do with the mystery colt in her head that she was sure to run into some day. How she was gonna end her own estrus so it didn’t bother her one bit. She looked at the little unicorn walking silently alongside her in the moonlight. Was Sweetie thinking about that too? Except right now with a colt who was no mystery? How much did Sweetie know about what they were going to do, and did she even want to know, or did she just want it to happen? Did Apple Bloom dare even ask?

As they climbed the ramp into the clubhouse, Sweetie sounded behind her, disappointment in her light voice, “Oh, it went back in again.” Took Apple Bloom a second to figure what she meant, and then she laughed, reassuring Sweetie Belle,

“Don’t worry it comes out at the drop of a hat. It just doesn’t like to stay out when I’m all walking around. Jerks up and down like crazy.”

As little as Apple Bloom wanted to admit it, just two erections in and she was starting to get used to how her penis worked. It wasn’t half a day ago that she was awkwardly hobbling to the clubhouse with the damn thing refusing to obey. It sure behaved a lot nicer after she put that estrus stuff in Scootaloo. There was only one thing Apple Bloom had not yet experienced as a boy, hadn’t even really thought about it, certainly wasn’t thinking about it now. But as it goes with boys, anticipation of sex with Sweetie Belle triggered her body to remind her of it.

“Oh! Uh,” Apple Bloom stuttered to a halt as Sweetie ran into her butt. Turning around, Apple Bloom said, “Wait in the clubhouse I gotta go take a leak.”

“Woah, woah!” Sweetie said, looking at Apple Bloom with eager eyes, “Can I watch??”

Blinking, Apple Bloom considered that. She supposed she would be curious about the same thing in this situation. But your dick didn’t come out when you were peeing did it? Just like mares, right?

“How are you even gonna see when it’s dark and all?” Apple Bloom asked reluctantly, “I can see your face under these trees an’ that’s about it.”

Sweetie answered by tapping her horn with a hoof demonstrably. Apple Bloom didn’t quite understand, but Sweetie then demonstrated further, concentrating fiercely as she fought to get that aura thing around her horn. Poor Sweetie really needed to work her magic more or something, but she was making progress. Her horn shone brightly finally with a green light that illuminated the area, but didn’t hurt to look at.

“There, see?” Sweetie said tired from the exertion. “It’s even easier than lifting a feather!”

“Well O.K. Sweetie,” Apple Bloom said agreeably, “You can watch, but I don’t expect it’ll be all that”

“This is weird!” Apple Bloom moaned, as her bladder emptied itself, far too slowly for her liking. The darn thing did have to come out, and it was like navigating a freaking labyrinth to get the piss out of her. I mean, there was only one path, but she kept feeling pressure on muscles and sphincters she didn’t even know she had. And Sweetie standing there the whole time on the tips of her hooves with a manic grin of anticipation.

“Ooh, there it goes!” Sweetie announced, like Apple Bloom was some kind of national spectacle. Apple Bloom just barely resisted the urge to facehoof, but only because she didn’t want to make her penis waggle around any more while urine was coming out of it. So much harder to aim and messier when you had a boy thing. And Sweetie was watching the whole time.

At last the stream died to a trickle and stopped‒ no wait, there was a bit more, then it‒ no that... yeah that was the last of it. Apple Bloom would have found it fascinating how the same muscles she was twitching when she was inside Scootaloo were what she needed to use to get the last few drops of pee out, but she was too busy dying of blood loss from the neck down.

“O.K. I’m... I’m done Sweetie.”

“Ooh it’s going back in.”

“Y’all are scarin’ it!” Apple Bloom chided jokingly.

“Oh no!” Sweetie said holding her hooves in front of her mouth sincerely, “I didn’t mean to‒”

“It’s okay Sweetie Belle,” Apple Bloom reassured her, patting her on the back, “Let’s just get to the clubhouse and get your estrus gone.” And so they did. Lighting a candle filled the clubhouse with a pleasant orange glow, revealing the two of them in more clarity than the cool light Sweetie managed to come up with. She canceled it on her own horn with some relief, and pulled Apple Bloom into the center of the room with an excited eagerness. They talked about it briefly in hushed tones, and decided to get right to it while the night was still young.

“You want me to tell you what me and Scootaloo did, or just do it?” Apple Bloom asked her.

“I want to do it,” Sweetie said excitedly, squeezing her hooves together. “You can tell me if you want, but I trust you. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

It was surprisingly tricky to get an erection for some reason, Apple Bloom found. Maybe the peeing had thrown her off. But she managed to get it swelling up in there at least, thinking of that one time she got to see Sweetie Belle’s treasure. She hesitated before imagining Scootaloo. Apple Bloom wasn’t sure if it was a nice thing to do to provoke boy thoughts for your friend, by thinking about the hotness of your other friend. Still, maybe something more direct was called for. Sweetie was right there after all.

“Lemme see your butt,” Apple Bloom suggested, nudging Sweetie to turn around.

“OK is this good?” Sweetie said, facing away from Apple Bloom. Her tail was already in the air from instinctive anticipation. Apple Bloom felt her heart flutter as she reached out with a hoof and spread her friend’s ass-cheeks, that pert little set of lips protruding from them. They weren’t all hot and dripping like Scootaloo’s had been, so probably Sweetie’s estrus wasn’t as bad? That could explain why she was so hesitant about this stuff.

“You shoulda seen Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom said massaging at Sweetie’s bottom trying to get that passageway to wink open for her. “She was burning up down there. You don’t seem nearly as bad.”

“I think it’s the Moon Tea,” Sweetie pondered, “I have been drinking an awful lot lately.” She wasn’t exactly gasping or panting either, so it probably was something like that. “You sure you want me to try it then?” Apple Bloom asked, “You’re doing pretty good already.”

“Yes, but this way I don’t need to drink that awful tea,” Sweetie said matter-of-factly, adding “A-and just because I’m not as hot as Scootaloo doesn’t mean I’m not... hot in there.”

Apple Bloom shrugged and continued. Those lips were pretty responsive, and Sweetie’s breath drew in when Apple Bloom tugged them open with her hooves, the pink flesh within glistening pleasantly. That was the source of Sweetie’s, well of any mare’s scent, but Apple Bloom really found herself drawn to the one in front of her. Maybe Sweetie Belle was right about needing her estrus to end just as much as Scootaloo’s, because her body was just so enticing right now. Between the fleshy pink display Apple Bloom was provoking, and that scent...

Apple Bloom’s new appreciation of a filly’s scent was definitely an odd experience. It didn’t smell any different, is the thing. Apple Bloom already knew Sweetie and Scootaloo’s scent by heart. And Sweetie didn’t smell all that different from how she usually did, but boy was it a lot more exciting as a colt. Made Bloom want to get in there and

And get Sweetie’s estrus gone.

Yeah that did it, Apple Bloom was at full mast now. Just a breath away from Sweetie’s damp nether lips. Apple Bloom could hear Sweetie’s own breath getting ragged as she experienced the fiery tingle where Apple Bloom just barely touched her, and the sheer thrill of having your tail up with all your stuff right where a boy can see it, though Sweetie sure wasn’t dripping the way Scootaloo had been.

Alright, now how to get it in?

“Hold still Sweetie,” Apple Bloom said, trying to manuver her penis into place by lifting her hind leg, then standing on twos, but that didn’t seem to get her boy tool any closer to Sweetie’s labia. At last, Apple Bloom brought a forearm over Sweetie’s butt from the side and sort of tried to get it sideways like that, but she couldn’t hold on that way and had to rotate around, until Apple Bloom’s chest was pressing down against the unicorn’s soft posterior in way that felt surprisingly natural, wiggling to try to get that penis in place. The tail beside her shoulder flicked irritably,

“You got it yet?” Sweetie called back, looking back at Apple Bloom’s awkward yet inexplicably hot position, while Apple Bloom smiled apologetically,

“Yeah I think I,” and sure enough just by moving her hips forward, her penis tilted naturally to press right up into Sweetie Belle’s entrance. “Nnh‒got it,” Apple Bloom added, her breath catching in her throat. The way Sweetie Belle felt down there!

Sweetie was quiet at Apple Bloom’s answer, turning and facing forward when she felt Apple Bloom’s penis nestled into her itchy folds, but not otherwise reacting. Apple Bloom heaved then, pushing herself more deeply inside Sweetie Belle. That got a reaction out of her.

“What are you doing?!” Sweetie exclaimed, her hips bucking up against Bloom’s in protest, but only getting the two of them more enmeshed in coitus.

“Whattya mean?” Apple Bloom asked uncomprehendingly, “We nh‒ we talked about this, it’s your estrus!” It was hard to push in though, and not in the good way like with Scootaloo. Sweetie’s insides were too tense, and the sides were catching dryly on the thin skin of Apple Bloom’s penis. What was Apple Bloom doing wrong here?

“But you’re going inside me!” Sweetie protested again with a pained grimace.

“Uh, yeah,” Apple Bloom said in a chastising tone, rolling her eyes at the silly filly. “That’s how you do it.”

“I thought you just squirted it on!” Sweetie Belle squeaked, squirming the muscles in her rear end trying to adjust to fit around it without much success.

“Huh,” said Apple Bloom, bracing against Sweetie to keep from going deeper for now. “Uh, no I gotta do it pretty far inside, Sweetie Belle. You alright?”

“It kind of hurts,” Sweetie Belle whimpered, “Are you sure it goes in there?”

Apple Bloom didn’t answer right away. She was pretty darn sure, but something about this didn’t seem right. Shoving her hips back with a resigned sigh, her dick popped out of Sweetie’s pussy, twitching hungrily in the air in front of it. It was that spicy wetness Scootaloo had that Apple Bloom was craving though, not this weird sort of awkwardly mundane insertion.

She leaned on top of Sweetie, who didn’t seem to struggle with the extra weight at all. If anything she was enjoying it! “I don’t want to hurt you, Sweetie Belle,” Apple Bloom said, “That ain’t gonna help anything!” Her eyes grew distant then as she murmured, “Ah wonder...”

It occurred to Apple Bloom that Sweetie’s masturbation technique had been a lot different than either Apple Bloom or Scootaloo’s. Maybe that was it. It sure was worth a shot! Apple Bloom climbed all the way off of Sweetie Belle, who then turned to Bloom with... tears in her eyes!

“But you can still do it, right?” Sweetie Belle asked in a frightened tone, “Like you did with Scootaloo?”

Oh Celestia, did Apple Bloom want to do that. She wanted to do that to this sad little unicorn and wipe that sadness right out of her eyes. “I-It’s fine Sweetie,” she said trying to sound confident, “I think you just have to... you remember when we spit swore last year?”

“Yeah,” she said a bit sullenly, turning her eyes aside.

“Believe me I have been,” Apple Bloom said half jokingly. She patted one of their soft cusions and said, “Here, lie on your back now, and brace yourself up against this cushion here.”

Sweetie Belle did so, if reluctantly, looking up at Apple Bloom worriedly. “It’s going to work, right?” she asked, “I mean maybe I’m just... broken...” Saying that, she hid her face behind her hooves in shame. Boy did Apple Bloom want to put a stop to that. She didn’t know how though. All she knew is she had to try!

“One way to find out!” Apple Bloom announced enthusiastically, sitting her butt down right facing Sweetie’s lap with the unicorn’s spread legs on either side of her. She lifted her dick while doing so, so that she could flop down right onto Sweetie’s teats. They were soft as buck. It was like landing on feathers. Sweetie squeaked when Apple Bloom did that, but didn’t move her front hooves away from hiding her face. Hopefully this would convince her differently.

Apple Bloom was nothing if not ingenuous, or was that ingenius, but she was still a bit puzzled by the conundrum of how to get a smooth hot dick to stimulate smooth soft teats. She tried laying a hoof on her dick, and happily found that she could massage Sweetie’s flesh, all the way down through her own dick. And her dick was lots softer than her hoof so Sweetie would like the feel of that a lot. Sweetie gave a shuddering gasp when Apple Bloom did, making Apple Bloom hope it was helping.

“Just lemme know if this feels good for you,” Apple Bloom suggested, continuing to rub her dick against Sweetie’s sensitive mounds. Sweetie’s own hips started to push upwards against Apple Bloom, making the friction between them that much more effective. Bloom was wrong about Sweetie’s teats being cool. When you pressed into them they were very warm, like soft warm fleshy pillows. Her dick naturally fell into the slight valley between them as it slid back and forth, catching a bit when the medial ring passed Sweetie’s narrowest point.

Sweetie was definitely enjoying this, but it also occurred to Bloom that Sweetie’s masturbation technique had paid a lot more attention to those perky nipples than Apple Bloom was doing now. The side of your dick could slide across the whole thing luxuriously, but focusing on a nipple would take a more precision effort. Sweetie gave a pleased murmur when Apple Bloom slid her hoof up to gently stroke Sweetie Belle’s perky nipple. She eased up on her dick sliding thing, a thing which sure was affecting Sweetie lots more than it was with Apple Bloom. The poor unicorn was quivering from the sensation already, and of course the thought of having a boy’s dick rubbing her there.

Apple Bloom shivered as a trickle of fluid trailed down her ballsack hanging where Sweetie’s hips curved down. The fluid must have come from inside Sweetie, so it was working! It weren’t enough though! If only there was some way you could like, make estrus stronger or something.

Wait.

Diamond Tiara, bless your soul.

Apple Bloom started to slide the smooth curve of her hoof against Sweetie Belle’s exposed left nipple, making the unicorn whimper even more needily behind her hooves. “You’re not gonna believe this Sweetie,” Apple Bloom said softly, “But I got an idea from Diamond Tiara.”

“What??” Sweetie exclaimed. That got her peering over her hooves, if disbelievingly.

“Yeah, just uh,” Apple Bloom smiled nervously, “I tried it myself, so it’ll work good I promise. Just pretend that I’m gettin’ rid of your estrus with just mah hooves.”

“Not your penis?” Sweetie said, then her eyes widened and she blushed, hiding behind her hooves at the thought of actually saying that word.

Apple Bloom put a comforting hoof on the unicorn’s chest, saying “Just trust me Sweetie, this’ll be great.”

“O-okay...”

Apple Bloom backed off her dick from Sweetie’s well trammeled mammaries, focusing instead on perking that nipple up with a hoof, and making Sweetie squeak so adorably. That was just one nipple of course, but Apple Bloom wasn’t gonna slouch on this. Although she only had one hoof to use when standing steady on threes, she did what any earth pony would do in such a situation and just used her mouth on the other one.

Apple Bloom quickly learned that once again, mouths are infinitely preferred manipulatory appendages than hooves.

As Apple Bloom caressed Sweetie Belle’s teats with that hot tongue and suckled gently with her dextrous lips around those tiny nibs, Sweetie’s hooves slowly came down from covering her face. Not because she was less embarassed, or she wanted to do it, but just because it felt so good, that she couldn’t stop from just going entirely limp. She wasn’t even paying attention to her hooves at all, as her eyes were lost in the distance from concentrating on the feel of that tongue against her, and her chest was already heaving breathes more hotly than before. Sweetie’s front hooves came to relax at last limply by her side, as she started to shudder uncontrollably with every lick.

Oh Lunacy did Sweetie Belle look hot as buck when she was lost in her own world like that. Just staring off, her presence of mind all the way down in that softness, her thoughts at the sole direction of Apple Bloom, who could capture her attention with just lips and a tongue. The more Apple Bloom nibbled and licked at her, the more Sweetie’s inhibitions melted away, until Sweetie’s hoof lifted as if on its own, and lowered to her other nipple which Apple Bloom had forgotten in her eagerness to lip the one on the right.

Right along with Apple Bloom, Sweetie pressed against herself and stroked gently, biting her lip and watching Apple Bloom’s tongue do a far better job than Sweetie’s hoof could ever hope to accomplish. Sweetie’s thoughts at the moment would run between a deep wordless hunger for pleasure and attention, an unexplainable ache inside her for how Apple Bloom’s penis had felt in there, and something along the lines of (Why oh why can’t fillies lick their own‒!)

Apple Bloom blew Sweetie’s thoughts apart like a party popper when she decided to test Sweetie’s vulva again with her now idle hoof. Sweetie inhaled sharply as Apple Bloom came to discover they were now much hotter and more slippery than they were a minute ago. What before was a pleasant pressure was now a twinging tingle that went deep inside you that Sweetie could hardly even stand it felt so good. Sweetie was ready, far as Apple Bloom could tell, but... Apple Bloom wanted to make it crystal clear, and she knew one way that was going to make any filly more than ready for getting a dick inside them.

It was a lot harder to find Sweetie’s clit than you’d think. Apple Bloom could always find her own by the lightning strike it sent through her senses every time she brushed up against it. She had to watch Sweetie surprisingly closely though to find when Apple Bloom had touched a special spot. Using her hoof to find it like this was just too awkward and imprecise. Apple Bloom had half a mind to‒hey yeah, why not!

“Take care a your nipples, could you?,” Apple Bloom asked, crouching further down to where the filly’s sweet spicy scent was dripping out of her slowly but surely.

“O.K,” Sweetie said breathlessly, the bend of her hooves pulling at her own tiny soft mounds as she craved the aching tingling stimulation so much stronger than before she had been in estrus.

It was all slimy and gross down there, trickling out of Sweetie in moist beads of something more than perspiration. Her fleshy petals just about spread themselves, the smooth curve of Sweetie’s groin rippled and flushed at that special place, and rosy pink inside. Apple Bloom didn’t even feel the slightest twinge of disgust or reluctance at approaching Sweetie down there though. It was hot and slimy and smelly and it was just Sweetie Belle, in a way that Sweetie Belle was supposed to be, absolutely nothing wrong with it, and everything with it so very right.

“Are you ...gonna put it in...” Sweetie murmured breathlessly, “Not just squirt it on me?”

“Hay yeah, think about just that Sweetie,” Apple Bloom suggested, remembering how she’d done it earlier, albeit without another pony to help her, and with hopefully much, much different consequences this time. “Ah’m gonna put it all the way into you, slide it around,” she teased the unicorn slyly, “You got a good long look at it, you remember that, now imagine it filling you up good while I do ...this.”

And with that she tilted her head forward and kissed Sweetie Belle’s quivering vulva. Sweetie Belle immediately belted out a loud squeal and Bloom pulled back, looking up at her questioningly. The unicorn’s head was tossed back passionately, and she came to face Apple Bloom again, eyes wide with shock, her curls hanging limply sweatily around her head. Apple Bloom just smiled devilishly and went in for another “bottom kiss”.

Amazingly enough it still took a while to push Sweetie Belle over the edge. She must have been guzzling that Moon Tea like nopony’s business. Not that Apple Bloom minded. If the scent had been enticing before, now it was mesmerising, and the taste it was full of salty sweat and a sweetness overlaid with a fierce tang. Apple Bloom’s tongue came out at the taste of it, sliding along those lips and slurping up the liquid dripping out of Sweetie Belle. It was obvious where Sweetie’s clit was now, it practically shoved itself at her, but Apple Bloom was careful to leave it be when Sweetie’s gasps and squeals got too pained.

Bloom’s tongue was delving inside the hot wet cavity in her friend when it happened. Sweetie’s gasps rose in intensity and then she just went ...quiet. Then her canal went nuts, pulsing right there in front of Apple Bloom, gaping, then squeezing on nothingness. The filly’s back arched, and then went limp, and then arched again. Apple Bloom wrapped her mouth around the mound of the orgasming filly and let those tart juices trickle down her throat and along the sides of her cheeks.

And then, it was over. Yup, end of story. Ha ha no, no it was far from over. Apple Bloom backed up from Sweetie Belle slyly, giving the splayed out unicorn a minute to recover.

“That... I didn’t know it would feel so...” Sweetie managed to pant out at last, looking at Apple Bloom gratefully. As Apple Bloom watched, Sweetie Belle’s legs squirmed together and her breath caught as her eyes dawned in a terrifying realization. Her hoof shot down to rub at that wet flesh between her legs as eagerly as Scootaloo ever did, saying in a frightened and incredibly aroused moan, “It’s not going away!”

“Toldja Diamond Tiara taught me this,” Apple Bloom snickered. “Makes it lots worse doesn’t it? I bet you can’t even think about anything else right now. Just want something between your legs?”

“How do you‒” Sweetie Belle said in a betrayed tone, her eyes looking both accusingly and pleadingly if that was even possible. She couldn’t even continue her sentence, hooves piked between her legs, just speechlessly attacking her hot nether lips with the desperation of a filly who knew that she didn’t have any choice.

Apple Bloom sort of got the idea that maybe she was taking this too far. She had gone and done it though, and she was fine! Technically she had been so far from fine that she made unholy bargains with eldritch spirits in order to get it to stop. Which really wasn’t fine at all. In fact that was the opposite of fine. Yeah Apple Bloom bucked up again.

“I’m so sorry, Sweetie!” she exclaimed hastily, grabbing the unicorn as close as possible, in a tight hug, clutching her protectively. “It’ll work, I promise!” Apple Bloom exclaimed, “It just‒ you’re okay, ah know you feel like you’re not, but your estrus is going to go away! It’s just got to get... ready first, that’s it! You’re ready now, and ah can make it gone for good!”

Sweetie paused in trying to stimulate herself despite being tightly hugged by Apple Bloom, her cheek smushed up against Apple Bloom’s own, saying in a skeptical voice, “Are you sure?”

“Ahm positive. No more tricks. Just the good stuff.”

Apple Bloom released Sweetie Belle and stood up next to her. Sweetie stood with difficulty her legs quivering, giving Apple Bloom a surprisingly scathing glare, “O.K. but it better work,” she said poking Apple Bloom in the chest. Most ponies would have been shocked that Sweetie could actually have a temper on her, but again she was Apple Bloom’s best friend. Even outside of her tantrum yesterday, Sweetie well and truly ended any thought that she didn’t have a temper for Apple Bloom, all the way back when she outright disowned her sister that one time. And really that’s one of the reasons Apple Bloom loved Sweetie Belle so much, because underneath that marshmallowy exterior that filly held a fierce fire.

This time Sweetie Belle’s temper only lasted a moment, before her expression broke into a confused urgency, and she said in a desperate tone, taking short breaths, “So, so how does it work already?”

“It’s gotta go in you all the way,” Apple Bloom said with the confidence of filly who thought she knew what she was talking about. “So what Scootaloo did is she sat on it while I laid down. But she was orgasmin’ so she couldn’t sit on it, so she laid back and ah put it in her from above. If you lay down I can do that, or ah’ll lay back and you can get it in by climbin’ on top of me, or I can just try to get it in from behind like we just did, but that means I have to get on top a you and you have to hold up my weight, so I don’t”

“That one,” Sweetie Belle said definitively.

“Sure I’m not too heavy for you?” Apple Bloom suggested uncertainly.

“I I liked it when you did earlier,” Sweetie Belle confessed, turning and presenting her posterior, tail raised as high as it could go. A drop cascaded from her vulva and splattered on the floor. “I just... it felt good I.. I want it...ohhh” her voice fell into a throaty moan as she winked just on accident, her treasure throbbing pinkly like a siren’s call.

Apple Bloom was captivated by the tenderly winking vulva, way down beneath Sweetie’s ass and tail. With what she had seen this night, Apple Bloom wasn’t sure her dick would ever want to get small again, and that wink about clinched it. There weren’t no harder Apple Bloom could get. No ignoring it anymore. Not with Sweetie moving like that down there. Apple Bloom just had to get her penis in there, and she had t-to do it i-in there.

She reared up eagerly and dropped herself down on top of Sweetie Belle, the unicorn moaning even as Apple Bloom rested against her, as if that alone was enough to provoke Sweetie Belle’s lust. Apple Bloom pulled her hips forward then, breathing hard with her tongue out and her eyes half lidded as she earnestly sought out that sweet, hot entrance. She knew it would be like Scootaloo this time. Her dick felt like it was going to explode from the slick heat of Sweetie Belle’s beckoning labia pressed against it. Without a word, she fished around until her dick caught on the quivering lip of Sweetie’s entrance, and with a moan Apple Bloom pushed forward into Sweetie Belle again.

There was no trouble this time. Apple Bloom slid in like a well oiled piston. It was like Scootaloo but not, softer in places and firmer in others, and somehow the fact that it was Sweetie Belle’s soft white posterior beneath Apple Bloom’s hooves made the experience so much different. This was Sweetie Belle, and Apple Bloom was going inside her. This was Sweetie Belle that Apple Bloom was inside!

Sweetie was crying out “Oh! Oh! Oh!” with every bit that went inside her, and Apple Bloom eagerly obliged this with jerks of her hips plumbing into Sweetie’s moist slick depths.. At last, with a satisfied “Nggn,” Apple Bloom felt her hips collide with Sweetie’s, her tight ballsack grinding right up against the unicorn’s heated, stretched entrance. Sweetie dropped her head at this, breathing in thick gasps as she once again tried to adjust to having Apple Bloom inside her. This time it was so easy, she couldn’t not take Apple Bloom in. She had to have her penis as deep as possible, and that–that other stuff far, far away at the surface scrunching up against her and making her legs pike in the air.

Apple Bloom took a few deep breaths herself at this point, holding herself steady as deep into Sweetie Belle as she could muster. She wanted to just start and never stop again, but she didn’t want a repeat of the last time she tried this with Sweetie. “You... you okay Sweetie Belle?” she panted, holding herself still, but firmly against the smaller unicorn. It actually wasn’t entirely hard to brace one hoof against the floor to take some weight off poor Sweetie, while still remaining sheathed in her hips.

Sweetie didn’t answer at first just more ragged breathing so Apple Bloom said, “That’s as deep as... ah don’t have to go any deeper than that, Sweetie Belle. D-do you think you can manage it? You’re so wet in there...”

“Manage it?” Sweetie Belle squeaked, craning to look at Apple Bloom with starry eyes. She seemed at a loss for words, just mouthing breathlessly, before saying, “This is... you are... you are amazingh~”

Sweetie’s eyes turned liquid when Sweetie’s words curled into a lusty moan, and her cunt squeezed around Apple Bloom like a coiling adder. It was so incredible, Apple Bloom didn’t even realize she’d started thrusting at first. She was pistoning in and out of the shuddering unicorn without half a thought, Sweetie’s eyes immediately losing focus as Apple Bloom did. Forcing herself to stop again, Apple Bloom said,

“Th-that the uh, the sliding is what makes it feel good that’s why I was doing it.”

Sweetie Belle whimpered and clutched around Apple Bloom’s penis, facing forward and bracing her hooves from the sheer effort of what she had to do in there. Good gravy could that unicorn squeeze. “I‒I like it... please...”

Reading Sweetie’s expression was difficult with her head turned away like this, but her ears weren’t fallen flat like last time. Apple Bloom would have to make a point to do it face-to-face next time. Oh, the very thought of a next time made her heart flutter, and she bucked once in and out of Sweetie Belle. Then she held that amazing penis still in those hot depths, deep inside, for just one more tantalizing second and then...

Apple Bloom found the pistoning of her hips weirdly automatic. She didn’t even have to think about it to make her hips drive that penis in and out of the unicorn in continuous rolling motions. All Apple Bloom really had to do was hold onto Sweetie’s barrel for dear life while those clutching depths made her senses explode, and her hips went and did the rest. She didn’t have to think about going in and out, but that’s all she could think about. In and out, in and out...

And then she felt it again. The head of her cock flared. There was no mistaking it a second time. With a rush of lust, the shaft inside Sweetie just expanded, pressing intimately on her deepest walls. Sweetie felt it too, gasping out “That was... your... you..”

“That... means... it’s about ta...” Apple Bloom panted, unable to stop the orgasm bubbling up in every frantic thrust she made into her dear friend. “Slimy goo... estrus...” she really couldn’t talk, with her breath coming so hard. She couldn’t even see clearly, just thinking about that penis in Sweetie and making it happen, and how much she wanted it.

“You mean... you mean‒ AAH!” Sweetie Belle gave one short squeal and went silent again, her hips pushing up against Apple Bloom’s like a stretching cat as the formerly infrequent squeezes inside her became a regular rippling motion, Sweetie Belle’s hips jerking every time they convulsed inside around Apple Bloom’s cock.

Apple Bloom felt that lightning strike as her seed pooled within her and all those secret muscles pulled back and tensed. She tried to hold that electric feeling as long as she could, but it wasn’t a second in that thrashing cunt before she had to twitch her penis, then it throbbed, and then she was throbbing helplessly, her hips forcing themselves against the unicorn because Apple Bloom ached for it to go into her deep as possible.

Apple Bloom could hear but not see Sweetie’s reaction to the first pulse of hot, thick boy cum. She was too busy pumping it inside to watch her, leaning her head against Sweetie Belle’s back in loving adoration as it happened in there. Sweetie shrieked in pleasure at first, but her cry caught in her throat when another pulse of cum shot into her, and then another.

For Sweetie Belle, there was no orgasm that could compare to this, this utter satisfaction and passion as that throbbing shaft in her cunt pumped gob after gob of... of something amazing. She had just found out how amazing orgasm is, and what Apple Bloom was doing to her was even better! It made Sweetie want it even as she got it; it made her so happy! Sweetie gave another gasp as it was too much to contain inside her, and she felt it leak out from their mutual connection, spattering and drooling onto the floor as the two ponies shuddered as one in utter coital bliss.

Something about how Sweetie was so forcefully affected by Apple Bloom’s cum made it all the more powerful a feeling within Apple Bloom, that she was the one pumping her friend full of it, that it was her cum that was doing it to Sweetie Belle. Apple Bloom wanted to be in her and around her and on top of her forever, to do this to her, and to make her into this bucking gasping delighted mess that Sweetie Belle had become. Apple Bloom was seeing spots it felt so good to pump it in like this.

At last there was only quivering and stillness, a thick shaft inside a hot satisfied cunt and the two ponies to which they belonged locked in that ancient embrace of stallion atop mare, albeit considerably sized down. The two slid down bonelessly to the floor after that, and Sweetie squirmed as her belly smushed stickily into the rather sizeable puddle of juices the two of them had accumulated. She was the first to recover in fact, lifting her head and saying “Apple Bloom?” Her quiet voice still sounded loud in the silence.

“Apple Bloom, are you asleep?”

New Friends and New Worries

“Apple Bloom!” came Sweetie Belle’s voice, nudging Apple Bloom quite urgently.

“Wha, huh?” Apple Bloom said tiredly, lifting her head up. Why was she on the floor? In the clubhouse?

Oh yeah.

“What happened, Sweetie Belle?” she asked more alertly, looking at her folded forehooves then stretching them out, standing up and checking herself over. “Last I remember I was filling you up, and... then I’m on the floor! Did I hit mah head or something?”

Sweetie was standing next to the sponge, one of many tools they had up here for cleaning off gooey sticky stuff. Funny that it’d be coming out of their own bodies now and not just trees. “I don’t think so,” she said furtively, “You just fell asleep after you finished.” She bit her lip and looked aside for a second before turning back and saying “I’m sorry!”

“Sorry for what?” Bloom asked confused at the sudden shift in her demeanor.

“You were trying to sleep and I just had to see you,” Sweetie said with her ears going down, “I didn’t even think that you’d still be tired. I just wanted you to... I mean, I was only thinking of myself, and making my estrus go away. I should have been more considerate.”

“What, waking me up in the middle of the night?” Apple Bloom asked, to which Sweetie Belle nodded. “Shucks Sweetie, you didn’t wake me up. I wasn’t even sleepy. I didn’t even notice you tappin at first. I was sittin there awake because I was thinking about... the day.” Yeah Apple Bloom wasn’t going to admit what she was really thinking about.

Sweetie Belle smiled relievedly, “I really really didn’t mean to keep you awake,” she asserted, strutting around the clubhouse dropping the sponge off into the empty bucket. “But why did you fall asleep then?”

Apple Bloom tapped a hoof on her chin, “Well I was fillin you up and then sittin’ there with you and then I just must have drifted off. I was feeling mighty comfortable and all.” She laughed at a crazy thought adding, “You must have felt so good to me that I passed out!”

“Did I really feel that good?” Sweetie asked a bit astonishedly.

“Yeah it was... ah mean, it’s hard to describe really. Kinda like a hug I guess? When I put my penis in you it was like your whole body was huggin’ me.”

Sweetie giggled, adding “Your whole body was literally hugging me.”

Apple Bloom laughed too, saying “Guess that’s so, but what I mean is it was like a hug so when you got all squeezy in there it felt even better.” She blushed a little trying to say this without sounding stupid. “And uh, I really liked the part about putting boy stuff in you. I wasn’t just thinkin’ about how you liked it, but it just feels really good when it pumps like that.”

“Well, it felt really good when you did it,” Sweetie gushed. “It was like you were getting bigger inside me.”

“Ah think I was,” Apple Bloom nodded, “I could feel it pushin out against you in there too.”

“I couldn’t stop squeezing like that, and then you were twitching in there, and then,” Sweetie put a hoof over her forehead falling dramatically onto her back. She sat there with her hooves in the air giggling to herself.

“I can see why you had to do it so far inside,” Sweetie added. “The itch went all the way in there and I didn’t even realize it.”

“So, is your estrus gone?” Apple Bloom asked, glancing at the unicorn’s flank, though that didn’t reveal anything. Bloom noticed Sweetie had already cleaned up her own belly, just a pleasantly smooth curve of softest white fur down there.

Sweetie nodded enthusiastically, saying “I feel much better. I don’t even have a headache anymore, and I haven’t had one single cramp.” She looked back too, musing “My insides just feel more... I don’t know... settled? Your boy stuff felt so good.”

“That’s great, Sweetie Belle!” Apple Bloom brightened, butting the unicorn in the chest with a hoof. “You don’t even have to take that tea anymore. This is awesome!”

“I feel so fuzzy inside,” Sweetie said with a smile, snuggling her hooves to herself.

“I’m glad you came,” Apple Bloom said, dipping a nose down to lightly touch the unicorn’s, “I was so worried about you. What was the deal with you and Rarity back there?”

“She’s so mean to me!” Sweetie burst out, “She always gets like this every estrus, so unreasonable! She won’t let me help her out, or spend any time with me, or anything! It’s always sta‒” She stopped, and gave Apple Bloom a long look, and then said, “You saw how mean she was. Isn’t she being totally unreasonable?” throwing her hooves up in the air.

“Well you were gettin pretty loud back there, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom said carefully. She really wanted to know why Sweetie had gotten so mad over such a little thing. Sweetie frowned, standing up and looking to Apple Bloom hesitantly, testily.

“Ah mean, sure she’s bein’ unreasonal,” Apple Bloom continued nervously, “But we got together eventually right? You were actin like it was the end of the world! Ain’t never seen you put up such a fuss because they didn’t want us to hang out for one reason or another.”

“I was just so mad because she wouldn’t even let me be with you!” Sweetie huffed, in front of Apple Bloom. “I wanted‒ I mean it was like‒”

“Shucks Sweetie, what’s so great about hanging out with me all of a sudden?”

Sweetie looked at the ground saying very uncertaintly, “It’s... because... you smelled good.”

Apple Bloom raised an eyebrow. “Ah smelled good?”

Sweetie blushed, saying “I don’t know what it is just something about you was”

“Is this because ahm a colt now?”

“No!” Sweetie said, her face shooting up angrily to glare at Apple Bloom. But then she didn’t look angry just scared. “It’s not!” she said, looking away again, “It’s not...”

Apple Bloom felt like crying now, with how Sweetie looked so lost and sad. “Sweetie Belle...”

“You should get back,” Sweetie Belle said quietly, looking out the clubhouse window.

“Back?” Apple Bloom asked curiously.

“You were asleep for a while,” Sweetie explained, “I cleaned everything up while you were resting.”

“Well, thanks Sweetie!” Apple Bloom said in a cheerier fashion than she was feeling. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” Sweetie said with a little smile, still not meeting Bloom’s eyes though. “I wanted to do something for you for making me feel so good.”

“For makin’ your estrus go away?”

Sweetie shook her head, “Yes,” she said, “But you made me feel good more than just that. You were so patient with me.”

“Well, how about a kiss?” Apple Bloom said half jokingly.

Sweetie actually did look at her then with a bit of a shocked expression, but then she nodded and closed her eyes, parting her lips with just a bit of a purse to them. Apple Bloom didn’t know that Sweetie had been practicing, but she did know she couldn’t say no to that. This time it was Apple Bloom who had to do the kissing though. She was surprised how nervous she felt moving her lips up to meet with Sweetie Belle’s.

It’s a different kind of electricity in the feeling that comes from that, different from the dick in pussy electric feeling, but at the same time somehow similar. She gave just the lightest of touches to Sweetie Belle’s lips, like Scootaloo did. Bloom had a strong urge to do more, but she felt uncertain of herself and if Scoots did it that way, maybe that’s how it’s done.

Sweetie looked as if she wanted to object herself, but instead she said, “You should get back. You slept a while...”

“What time is it?”

“It’s pretty close to dawn.”

“What??” Apple Bloom jumped to the window where sure enough the sky was lightening despite the stars still shining up there in it. “I gotta get back!” she shouted, “Granny will flay me into gryphon food if she thinks I snuck out!”

Sweetie nodded, pushing Bloom out the door, saying “Don’t worry about me. My parents always sleep in anyway. I’ll finish in here, and then ...see you... at school?”

Apple Bloom hesitated but still was dancing on her hooves here. “I’ll... try to make it to school,” she said as confidently as she could. “Don’t worry we’ll figure something out. What’s the worst that could happen?” And with that she gallopped down the ramp and made a beeline for her farmhouse. Thanking whatever spirit of disorganization made them stack their hay bales against the side of the house like this, Apple Bloom jumped right up them and wiggled in through her window.

She had just gotten situated in her bed trying to smooth out the rumples that might have looked like she had gotten out of it when Granny burst in saying “Rise and shine, young’n! Time to wake the rutabagas!”

Bloom sighed in relief, just in time. “I’m up, I’m up,” she tried to say in a scratchy voice like she’d just woken up. Bloom really hoped that the whole colt thing wasn’t going to cut into her sleep schedule too much. After waking the rutabagas and the morning apple song the whole family settled down for a hearty breakfast. There were oat cakes with apple butter and Apple Bloom was just going through roasted walnuts like there weren’t no tomorrow, washing it down with a tall glass of orange juice.

As she chowed down she started to get an idea of the tenseness of the atmosphere around the table. Applejack and her friends hadn’t returned yet, as Apple Bloom knew AJ would never miss a home cooked breafast if she could help it. So it was just her and Big Mac, and Granny Smith. Mac was a bit pale faced like he wasn’t sure how to deal with his little sister suddenly being a little brother. Granny wasn’t as nervous, but was still on edge as though she was waiting for something. Apple Bloom broke the silence, saying casually in that tan voice she’d taken to adopting,

“Ah think I might not go to school until this is‒”

Granny burst out, “As Celestia is My Witness, I ain’t gonna let no confoundin chaos demon keep my grandfilly out of school! You have a solemn duty to fill that brilliant mind o’ yers with solid thoughts, Apple Bloom...” she trailed off, but she does that sometimes. She weren’t really pausing, “So don’t give me no guff about it. You’ll go to school like any colt in town and you won’t let that snakey goat feller beat you!”

“But what will the other fillies and colts think?” Apple Bloom pleaded. “What will they think of me sein me like this?”

“They’ll think you’re a solid Apple who stands in the face of adversity,” Granny countered smoothly, “Who’s havin a hard time at the moment, but she, or he, don’t let it get her down.”

“How do you know that?” Apple Bloom whined. Didn’t sound as convincing whining as a colt.

“Because,” said Granny, putting a hoof on her shoulder, “That’s who you are. You’re the toughest smartest filly I’d ever known, an’ I’m proud to have you as my grandchild. Even if you make mistakes sometimes, you got a solid head on your shoulders.”

“But they’ll laugh at me!”

“Maybe,” Granny muttered, “But they’ll always know the truth, no matter how hard they try to laugh at it.”

“That’s.. um....” Apple Bloom looked pleadingly at Big Mac, who just closed his eyes and said,

“Nope.”

Apple Bloom deflated over her cereal bowl. “Okay,” she said defeated, “I’ll go to school.”

“Not just yet!” Granny Smith stopped her. (Really, Granny?) thought Apple Bloom. (After all that?)

Granny was looking at Big Macintosh sideways saying, “First you gotta yer know, tell her, tell him about the yer know the thing.”

“E-eyup,” agreed Mac, looking rather nonplussed himself. “Come on, Apple Bloom. Next room. Alone.”

Big Macintosh stared down at Apple Bloom, who felt unusually intimidated by the very large pony. A magic induced growth spurt didn’t stop her from being a head smaller than her older brother, and ponies had big heads, and he didn’t look happy. Did she do something wrong? Of course she did something wrong she trusted Discord, but would that make Big Mac mad? Anyone could have been fooled by that creature, Bloom convinced herself. Wasn’t her fault!

“Apple Bloom, I...” Big Mac began, then went silent again. Then he scratched the back of his head, then looked at her again. “Colts have to be careful,” he stated.

“But ahm a filly!” Apple Bloom protested, “Discord just changed me into one an’ it’s temporary!” she hoped.

“You’re a colt now,” Macintosh said unsympathetically, “Doesn’t matter what you feel on the inside. It’s your outsides that are in danger now.”

“Danger...?”

“There’s a lot of dangers out there that fillies don’t have to worry about. Like other fillies for instance.”

“What about other fillies?”

“T-t-t-hat’s not important,” Big Mac said, looking in all directions and scrunching his face up. “The important thing is,” he said more seriously, “Is you gotta be careful now, and don’t get yourself into trouble.”

“When have I ever no wait don’t answer that,” Apple Bloom said hurriedly.

“Ah don’t mean trouble like pine sap. Ah mean real trouble,” Big Macintosh asserted. (Well that rules out what me and Scootaloo did) thought Apple Bloom, but Macintosh was continuing, in an unusually long conversation on his part.

“Colts can get taken advantage of and there are fillies and even mares just waiting to go after them,” he intoned seriously, “Taking them away from the sun’s path, pervertin their desires and makin them degenerates who do reprehensible things. So you gotta listen to me when I tell you that as a colt you gotta be careful out there.”

Apple Bloom was paying total attention by now. She wasn’t sure what Big Mac was talking about, but she sure was listening to what he told her to do. She never even knew fillies could be this bad, but she’d never been a colt before. What would Diamond Tiara do with a colt? Nothing good, she suspected.

“If a strange mare approaches you,” Mac continued, “Even if they’re pretending to be all friendly like you don’t you listen to them. You go straight to an adult you know and tell him who did that to you. Never let mares or fillies get you alone and unsupervised. Make sure there’s always a teacher watching, and go to them as soon as somepony comes after you.”

“Are fillies really all that bad?”

“Eyup,” Macintosh said shuddering, “Even your little friends. Estrus does something to a mare I tell you.”

“Boy do ah know that,” Apple Bloom complained, rolling her eyes. “I’d never have given Discord no mind if I wasn’t burnin up between my legs all the time.”

“E-e-yup,” Macintosh said incredibly uncomfortably, looking like he was standing on a big pile of unbroken eggshells and didn’t want to crack a single one of them. “I-it’s the burnin of shame that pulls them away from the right and true path... is what Pa used to say at any rate.”

Apple Bloom didn’t like remembering Pap. She barely had any memories in the first place, and it just turned awkward and lonely and it made her brother and sister sad. So she went and changed the subject.

“My friends aren’t gonna hurt me,” Apple Bloom said confidently. “They’re the best friends I could have!”

“No deal,” said Macintosh, “Even your friends you gotta turn down, in case they want to do something dangerous with you. Because trust me, they will.”

What could possibly possess Sweetie and Scootaloo to put Apple Bloom in danger? More than they usually did at any rate. Well, Apple Bloom resolved to be careful, but she felt like Macintosh needed some reassurement.

“What about if ahm absolutely sure what they want to do is safe?” she asked.

“I dunno sis,” Big Mac said testily, “How can you be sure they aren’t just lyin to you?”

“But if I’m really really really sure then it’s O.K. right? Ah don’t got to tell the teacher?”

“E...yup, I guess so. I mean, you only need to call her if there’s trouble. Like if they’re tryin to get you to touch you in a way you don’t like, or do something you’re not ready for.”

Apple Bloom was relieved at the sound of that. They hadn’t tried to get her to do anything like that at all. In fact she felt more than ready for what sorts of things they’d been doing since she went colt. Must just be some silly thing that Macintosh is all worried about because he cares about Apple Bloom so much.

“Thanks for lookin’ out for me big bro,” Apple Bloom said, giving him a cheek nuzzle. “I promise I’ll be super careful.”

“I’ll walk you to school.”

“Really?” Apple Bloom’s ears fell, “But ah said I’d be careful!”

“No buts,” Mac said with a note of finality. “Get your tail ready.”

Apple Bloom felt betrayed as Mac walked her to school. He knew he could trust her, didn’t he? What was going on in his big quiet head that had him so alarmed? Why was he treatin her like a baby all of a sudden? All these questions and more she didn’t ask and just sulked alongside him on the way to school. Anxiety started to bubble up in her as the schoolyard approached. They were early like usual so there weren’t many foals around, but Apple Bloom could feel them staring as she walked in accompanied by the larger pony. Were they staring at her because she was a colt? Was it because she had an escort? They must have thought she did something wrong. Why did life have to be so unfair?

They walked into the school house and Miss Cheerilee was already in setting up her chalkboard and easel for the day’s lesson. Two other students there but Apple Bloom didn’t know ‘em very well, and they clearly didn’t know her what with how they were looking all dumbstrucklike.

“O-o-oh, Big Macintosh!” Cheerilee said skittering up to him. Apple Bloom snuck a glance at her brother and he looked kind of pale and tense with how close she was getting to him. “And who is... this?” she asked, looking down at Apple Bloom with a vague flicker of recognition.

“Ahm Apple Bloom,” Apple Bloom piped up.

Cheerilee’s eyes widened at that and she said “B-b-but you’re a colt!”

“Is this true, Big Mac?” she said, lifting her head up to face Bloom’s brother.

“Eyup,” he said.

“But‒ how?!” she exclaimed.

Apple Bloom started to say “Disc‒” but Big Mac talked over her saying,

“It’s private,” giving Apple Bloom a look. Was she not supposed to tell?

“I don’t know,” said Cheerilee uncertainly, “This is highly irregular...”

“Ah swear it’s me!” Apple Bloom declared. Did she really look that different? She was the same color and she thought she had the same expression, roughly at least?

“Nothin’s changed,” Big Mac asserted. “She just needs to get through the last week of school, and her exams.”

“Well of course,” Miss Cheerilee said a bit breathlessly. With the way she was looking at Mac Apple Bloom had to wonder if estrus had to do anything with that love poison she brewed a ways back.

“I’ll figure... something out,” Miss Cheerilee said unsteadily, adding “Please take your seat... Apple Bloom.”

Big Macintosh turned tail and was strutting out of there like he had bees on his tail when Cheerilee shouted after saying “Wait!”

He very slightly paused but didn’t say anything. Not that that was unusual. “As long as you’re here,” Cheerilee said sort of matter-of-factly, “I wanted to ask you if maybe you wanted sometime to‒”

“Nope,” he said cold and hard.

“But I was just‒” she started to say a desperate tone creeping into her voice.

“After Season, we can talk.” Big Macintosh said sternly. Then he continued walking out the door and was gone.

“But‒” Cheerilee said after him. She sank on her hooves and her ears went down when he was gone. Apple Bloom couldn’t believe what she just saw. Weren’t Big Mac and Cheerilee friends? Why’s he treating her like that?

“Ahm sorry, Miss Cheerilee,” she said from where she sat at her desk, trying to adjust it for her slightly bigger frame. Cheerilee focused on her, but seemed tenser at hearing that if anything.

“Ah don’t know what’s got into my brother lately,” Apple Bloom said, “He even had to walk me to school. He’s been in a bad mood all day.”

“That’s... that’s perfectly alright Apple Bloom,” Cheerilee said to her comfortingly. “It’s not him, it’s me. He did the... right thing.”

“Still wasn’t nice to walk out on you like that,” Apple Bloom commented. “Ah wish there was somethin I could do to help.”

Cheerilee’s pupils narrowed a bit and she chewed her lip looking at Apple Bloom in a new light. Her tail twitched just right at the base. But before she could say anything, Scootaloo’s voice came next to Apple Bloom saying “Who walked out on what?”

Some of the other students were starting to toddle in as the lesson period was about to begin. Cheerilee tore her eyes away and went hurriedly writing something on the blackboard, more line integrals it looked like.

“My brother’s just bein’ a grump ah don’t know,” Apple Bloom said to Scootaloo who nodded understandingly. “I think this whole ‘colt’ thing has thrown him for a loop.”

“You’re really Apple Bloom?” said Twist at Apple Bloom’s other side.

She nodded to the peppermint pony saying “Sorry ah didn’t say anything before, it was a surprise ta me too!”

“What’s it like?” said a jade colored earth pony whose name Apple Bloom couldn’t recall.

“Uh, nice, but weird. Colts don’t have estrus, you know?”

“How did you become a colt?” said that sweet voiced golden pony, Apple Bloom recalled her name was Noi or something.

“Playin’ with magic I shouldn’t have,” she said blushing a bit.

“What kind of magic?” and now it was Snips piping up. Apple Bloom was starting to get a bit of a crowd around her. It was embarassing!

“Uh, let’s just say no matter how good it sounds you don’t ever make a deal with Discord,” she mumbled looking at her hooves folded on the desk, and trying not to bristle at all the attention. What’s worse is another part of her was having its own reaction at the close proximity of so many fillies. And Snips and Snails but they didn’t count.

“That’s enough, everypony,” Cheerilee said sternly, “Apple Bloom doesn’t need you all fawning over ...him. He’ll be back to normal I’m sure in um...” she looked at Apple Bloom pleadingly who said,

“Few days I hope?”

“In a few days,” Cheerilee finished. “So take your seats and we’ll begin today’s lesson.” With disappointed protests the fillies stopped jostling for position around Apple Bloom and everyone went to sit at their own desks. Apple Bloom sighed in relief. It was starting to look like she might make it through the day after all.

“Oh my god...” came a hated voice from the doorway. Oh right, them.

“So it is true,” came an even more hated voice, the ringleader of Apple Bloom’s misery squad herself, Diamond Tiara. She and Silver Spoon had sauntered in fashionably‒ oh huh, there was still five minutes to go, so Cheerilee must have started the lesson early for some reason? So not fashionably late but just fashionably. “I always knew you were colty,” Diamond Tiara continued. “But this is ridiculous!”

“Ah ahm not colty!” Apple Bloom shouted at their raucous laughter, looking frantically at Cheerilee who was just quietly staring at the chalkboard. Tiara really had eyes only for Apple Bloom now, didn’t even notice Sweetie skulking in behind her like a white specter of a pony who really didn’t want to be noticed.

“Guess you finally admitted you weren’t a real mare,” Tiara said, tilting her head in that annoying yet elegant fashion, “Think you can get a fillyfriend now? Ha!” Then she just sauntered to her seat like she owned the place, looking not at Apple Bloom, but at Miss Cheerilee challengingly when she said,

“As if any filly would want to do it with a stupid blank‒” And Cheerilee was in Diamond Tiara’s face faster than you could blink shouting, “You will not talk that way in my classroom! Apple Bloom is wonderful and beautiful a pony as anypony else, and I will not have you hurting him! Do you even know what they call a filly who hurts colts?”

Now it doesn’t really convey the gravity of the situation from Cheerilee’s words alone. You’d have to have seen the twisted snarl on her face, just inches away from Tiara’s, the heat radiating from her tense and much larger form than Diamond Tiara, that burning fire glowing in her eyes like unholy embers. You’d have to have known Miss Cheerilee how she never spoke out of turn and treated every side of a situation calmly and fairly, and you’d have to know Diamond Tiara was not a pony used to getting put in a position of vulnerability, where even the slightest move she made felt like it would end in death.

Cheerilee backed up from Diamond Tiara, a guilty look morphing on her face, and then she trotted back to the blackboard and faced it again. Then she turned and smiled beautifully at everyone and said, “I’m sorry that wasn’t very professional of me.” Still, the look she shot Diamond was steely and sharp. “Nevertheless, if you have any disputes you should work them out calmly and honestly without any name calling, and not during the lesson. Am I clear?”

Apple Bloom suspected Diamond said “Crystal” but she seemed to have lost her voice at the moment and Apple Bloom was never all that good at lip reading.

“Good,” Cheerilee said turning to the chalkboard and raising the chalk, “Now two ponies are in an uneven field, and want to find the easiest path between them‒”

“I’m here!” shouted Spike, bursting through the doorway. He had like 15 quills tucked in his spines and a huge backpack overflowing with textbooks and loose papers, and a few scrolls. He even had two lunch boxes. Unless Spike had become a girl overnight and needed ice packs for the literal aspects of heat, it almost looked like Twilight had just packed him a spare lunch for some reason. Cheerilee just groaned and rubbed at her temples.

Apple Bloom was right about one thing, without her estrus to worry about paying attention was easy as pie. They were going over the previous weeks’ lessons in preparation for the final exams. Her notes were nice and neat and not a single dick doodled in the margins. She did find herself thinking back over the past day learning a whole new dimension to her dearest friends, the depth dimension that is, but it wasn’t overwhelming in the sense of being light headed and achy or of hearing the teacher’s voice sounding like a trombone for some reason. This colt face didn’t even mess up her mouth writing. Maybe colts and fillies were more similar than they looked to a pony. Maybe Discord wasn’t entirely reneging on her ill made bargain after all. Didn’t stop him from being a total dick for droppin this on her.

Not much of note happened until the break period. Not to say the lesson wasn’t fascinating, but it was stuff they already covered first off, and second off what happened during break period was so gol darn notable that anything else wouldn’t have seemed of note in comparison. Which is to say Apple Bloom got to exercise her new physique in just the way she was growing to love.

It hadn’t started good of course. Apple Bloom was terrified of break, thinking what DT might try to do in revenge when Cheerilee wasn’t around to ... go after her like a nesting harpy. She darted from tree to play structure, trying to stay out of sight and looking around trying to spot the terrible two as she did so. Worse is they were nowhere to be seen, so Apple Bloom had to keep hiding, with that nagging suspicion that just when she least expected it they’d be right there behind her to... Apple Bloom ducked her tail and crossed her legs in an attempt to protect those testicles dangling between her legs. She had heard about what happens to colts to whom fillies are mean, and she really didn’t want to find out if it was as painful as it looked.

So that’s why she almost jumped out of her skin when she heard a harsh “Psst!” Peeking down from the tree branches she ended up in, she saw it was just Scootaloo, trying to get her attention from the big stone castle slide. Apple Bloom climbed down with a thump and went trotting over to Scootaloo who said, “In here!”

The inside of the chamber underneath the slide might have been cramped for an adult pony, but it was quite spacious for a couple of fillies. Or, a filly and a pony who might possibly have not been sure whether she should call herself a filly or not. Best of all it was empty, with nopony inside to be seen besides Scoots and herself. Apple Bloom peered out the doorway nervously saying,

“Thanks Scoots, I really thought DT was gonna be on the war path after that.”

“Oh, you’re hiding from her?” Scootaloo said cluelessly.

“Yeah I,” Apple Bloom stopped, narrowing her eyes, “Wait, so why’d you hide me in here then?”

“You mean besides Twist and Dinks and Cherry and Cloudy trying to get you first?”

Apple Bloom blinked, “What do you mean?”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes, “Guess you forgot already that the entire school is in estrus?”

“Hah, except us,” Apple Bloom said smugly.

Scootaloo grinned, and said, “But yeah, so they probably want you to fix their estrus too. I thought you were hiding from them, not DT. She doesn’t even have any estrus or something.”

“I still don’t know about that,” Apple Bloom said skeptically, “But hey what’s so wrong about fillies wanting to fix their estrus? I don’t mind helping them out. Heh, opposite of mind really.”

“Because I wanted to get to you first!” Scootaloo declared with a savage grin.

Apple Bloom gave her a wan look and said in a neutral voice, “Scootaloo, I already fixed your estrus.”

“Oh, oh no it’s not for me,” Scootaloo said, reaching out the back of the play structure and dragging in a very nervous looking blue grey pony. “It’s for Archer!”

Archer looked up at Apple Bloom fearfully, and Apple Bloom looked down into those exotic grey eyes. She’d never get used to this looking down at fillies thing; it was weird not being shorter than everyone. Soon as Archer came in, Apple Bloom took a whiff and sure enough Archer’s scent was heavy with that hungry estrus smell. It wasn’t something you could smell even, not so much part of her scent, but just a feeling you got when you smelled it. Like the humidity in the structure just went up a few notches.

“Hey Archer,” Apple Bloom said congenially, trying to snap the other earth pony out of her daze. It was odd how that unruly mop on her head looked like Scootaloo’s. Both of them looked like ponies who cut their mane instead of combing it, and whoever their barbers were they sucked at it big time.

“H-h-hey,” Archer said in a quiet soft tone you might more have heard coming out of Fluttershy’s mouth. It sounded wispier though, but louder, if that made any sense.

“I’ll play lookout,” Scootaloo said ducking outside the play structure. “If I see Tiara’s group I’ll let you know so you can pull out of her before she gets here.”

“Scootaloo!” Apple Bloom protested irritatedly, then looked at Archer and sighed, then said to Scootaloo, “Alright, but we gotta talk about this later.”

Scootaloo gave her a positive salute and ducked out the doorway again. Which left Apple Bloom standing there in the semi-darkness with her friend’s friend, who still had that deer in headlights look. Apple Bloom smiled at her reassuringly and said,

“So, you how this is gonna go, right?”

“Sort of,” she said crossing a hoof over her chest, “Scootaloo said you can help me with my estrus?”

“Ah bet she thought that was all you needed to know, huh?”

Archer looked aside nodding and added, “That’s all I want, really. Anything else doesn’t matter as long as it...” she huffed tensely, “works.”

“Well we only got an hour,” Apple Bloom said, “But I’m gettin pretty good at this so it shouldn’t be a problem. First I need to see your butt.”

Archer blushed, “R-really? I mean, of course you do that’s where the estrus is. I mean, sure you can...” she turned slowly, “...see it.”

“Lift up your tail I can’t see nothing,” Apple Bloom instructed.

“O-ok,” she said semi-evenly. Archer’s cobalt blue tail eased its way out from pressing hard against her hindquarters and dangled in the air. It was still too low so Apple Bloom wrapped a hoof around it and pulled it higher so she could get a look at the filly’s labia. When Archer immediately gasped wetly, Apple Bloom turned her tail loose, apologizing saying, “Sorry, sorry. Your tail just wasn’t high enough. I need to check your labia to make sure they’re ready.”

Archer nodded, then took a deep breath and closed her eyes, tilting her head down and pushing her hindquarters into the air, flagging her tail aside so it dangled over her in a neat backwards arc. Apple Bloom took a look and sure enough the filly looked just as wet and trembly as Scootaloo was. Her vulval lips were just as blue as the rest of her on the surface, but a bit of blushing pink was peeking through from where they joined loosely together to cover her entrance. Apple Bloom found herself caught in fascination by that heated envelope. Even between yet another filly’s legs, it was just so enticing. It certainly was making Apple Bloom’s penis come out, hanging loosely between her legs like a pleasurable fleshy sock.

Apple Bloom’s hoof hesitated and she said, “I’m gonna have to touch you for this to work, uh, a lot. I hope you’re okay with that? I promise it’ll work great.”

“Y-you can touch... touch me,” Archer said, her voice ending in a whimper. The words seemed to provoke a stronger reaction in her hips, and the wetness between her legs started to trickle in sticky drops onto the floor. Delicately, Apple Bloom laid her hooves on the filly’s hindquarters, not on her labia but well away from it, and used those hooves to pull Archer’s labia wide, exposing her passage to the naked air. The entrance was still rumpled and fleshy, but testing it with her tongue, Apple Bloom found it gaped right open, then even tried to close on her tongue. Archer was everything down there Apple Bloom could possibly want in a filly, wet and hot and responsive and fresh as a spring breeze over lemongrass.

Archer pulled away from Apple Bloom then, and Bloom was surprised to see her breathing hard and swallowing, like she had something caught in her throat that she couldn’t quite say.

“Your tongue,” she managed to bite out at last. “You... your tongue down there. I never felt anything like that before.”

“Mah tongue?” Apple Bloom smirked, “That’s nothing. You just wait until I get my penis going.”

“Y-your penis, wow...” Archer’s eyes started to move toward Apple Bloom’s crotch. Apple Bloom posed for her, showing off that stiffening member, which seemed to like the attention enough that that alone would keep it up and erect.

“It’s okay,” Apple Bloom said to the dumbstruck filly, “You can touch it if you want.” She shivered as she felt Archer’s hoof dimpling that hot flesh, the pony’s breath catching just from it being there.

“It’s... beautiful...” Archer said dazedly, her head just about shoved underneath Apple Bloom’s crotch.

“It’s alright Iahhh?!” Apple Bloom’s senses were arrested again at the feel of a hot warm tongue against her penis. It tore away from Archer’s hungry lick to smack against Apple Bloom’s belly, the filly-gone-boy trying to play the mentor here, while her own desires were being sent through the roof. And then Archer did it again.

“Archer,” Apple Bloom wanted to say, “That’s not how you do it,” she wanted to say. But all she could do is stand there quivering while the blue pony’s hot tongue caressed her flesh like a vagina would. Without the squeezing though, and only one side. It still felt incredible. Something Apple Bloom had never felt before. She couldn’t help but twitch her dick at Archer’s attention and her hooves shifted friskily on the earth.

“S‒s’enough,” Apple Bloom gasped, twisting away from Archer, even as she tried to follow Apple Bloom’s hips hungrily like a foal seeking their mother’s teat. “H-hold on Archer,” she said holding the pony’s dazed head in her hooves. “Look at me, focus. We’re gonna get your estrus gone, an’ I can’t do it if it comes out while you’re licking me.”

“Comes out?” Archer asked focusing enough to take her own feet and shake her head.

“Yeah, the boy stuff,” Apple Bloom said. “Comes out from my penis. It’s what makes your estrus go away. You heard of it right?”

“I... maybe? I think it... if that’s how it works? I mean, you did it to Scootaloo and she’s great.”

Apple Bloom just sighed, wondering how many fillies didn’t even know about boy stuff. It was like their parents didn’t even want them to know about these things. Poor Archer was just as bad as Scootaloo. Apple Bloom didn’t think Archer’s vagina needed any revving up at all, certainly not the way Sweetie’s had, and the more they tangled like this the hotter and wetter it got. Well, that made things easier at least.

“Turn around again,” Apple Bloom said, then hesitated, “No wait, you really need to watch this, so’s you got a good idea what it’s all about. Lay down on the ground.” Archer complied quite willingly, but Apple Bloom said, “No no, on your back. With your labia facing up.”

It was admittedly heart catching to see Archer there lying with her hooves tucked to her chest, legs spread and tail swishing along the ground. Archer seemed to like the attention too, looking at Apple Bloom with half lidded eyes, a near constant trickle drooling down the base of her tail.

“Alright, here goes,” Apple Bloom said standing over her, that penis dangling between them without touching at first, before Bloom got to her knees and it made contact with Archer, and they were together just like it was with Scootaloo, well at the end at least. When her penis rubbed Archer’s vulva the blue pony moaned, spreading her front legs to gaze at Apple Bloom’s shaft adoringly. Apple Bloom couldn’t help but smile at Archer’s open eyed amazement. And like she said before, that was nothin’

“Check this out,” Apple Bloom said with a sly smirk, manouvering her penis with her hips and a hoof until it nestled snugly in Archer’s labia. Apple Bloom could tell she had found the entrance right away with how it engulfed and clutched around her tip. And so Apple Bloom started to slide her penis into the earth pony, nice and slowly, watching her carefully to see if it was provoking a good reaction or not.

Out of Boy Stuff?

Archer was unable to tear her eyes away from her own hips. The sight of them didn’t do justice to the visceral feelings evoked as Apple Bloom’s penetration brought intimate awareness to her deepest passage. It looked so innocent, that belly of hers, just a smooth even curve of blue fur that revealed nothing of the intense reaction going on inside of it. She could feel something hot and firm, where only wet emptiness once was. She could feel something inside her stretching and clenching against his penis. She could feel his penis with her insides.

When he first nestled into her lips, her labia just wrapped around him and stretched delightfully. But then he just kept going. His penis should have met the unyielding limit of her pelvic wall, but it just slid deeper, and deeper and deeper. She went from pressing against him to wrapping around him, and she was unable to stop her hips from swallowing him up like some kind of hungry beast. It didn’t seem real that the‒ the colt would be able to put that entire huge thing all the way in, but it just kept going in, and there was no indication inside her that it would hit a limit any time soon.

In fact, the only limit in the end was their pelvises. The male pony ground his against hers so incredibly that it made her fur stand on end. He stilled then, and Archer grunted tensely, her insides shifting trying to adjust to having a... a penis in there. She didn’t even have to look to know what was happening to her, just tilted her head back breathing into the air, and feeling that penis filling her up. It was jerking every now and again, twitching actively inside her, making her insides squirm around it gloriously. And the colt the‒ Apple Bloom, the colt Apple Bloom was saying was– he was saying something to her.

“Archer? Archer? You alright?”

Apple Bloom wasn’t sure why she wasn’t driven to insensate bliss by the feel of a filly’s vagina wrapped around her dick, but she took it as an opportunity to learn better about whether she was doing it right. Penetrating Archer was as pleasant as it had been with Scootaloo, a warm feeling of accomplishment filling her as she hilted in the blue pony, twitching intermittently against her, and inside her. Despite the filly’s overwhelmed reaction at being filled, Apple Bloom got Archer’s attention relatively quickly. “You alright?” she said, pinning Archer’s hips down patiently. Once the pony could focus on her face again, Apple Bloom added,

“How’re you doing?”

The blue filly just gaped at her own hips incredulously. “How is this possible?” she gasped, her hooves braced tight on the crunchy gravel, her pelvis shaking with the effort of just keeping Apple Bloom contained, also with being held still from moving by Bloom’s firm but patient stance. Archer was trying so hard to thrust and she didn’t even know she was supposed to! It was so cute and exciting to see her getting into it this much. Why was this possible? Why was it so fun for a colt to cure a filly’s estrus?

“Ah... Ah dunno,” Apple Bloom confessed, rocking her hips against Archer’s in weak short thrusts. She didn’t want to move yet, but she couldn’t stand still any more than Archer could. Apple Bloom had trained herself well to thrust into a filly, and her body was demanding that she engage in that right away. The ovenlike heat that she was buried in just made her ache to stroke herself on it. She tried to keep the movements short and shallow though, enough to stimulate herself without losing the other pony just yet.

Apple Bloom tried to explain, but she didn’t understand how something like this could be so incredible and mind blowing. “It just... it just feels good, right?” she said, “So that’s what ah’m doing.”

Archer nodded weakly, saying “You were r-right. This is more amazing than your t-tongue.” Her eyes were big and her head was slightly tilted down. She’d reached up to wrap her hooves around Apple Bloom’s sides looking into her eyes with confusion and a growing excitement glimmering in their wide blue depths. The dawning of understanding in them at just how much fun what Apple Bloom was doing to her was. Good gravy but she hadn’t seen nothing yet!

Apple Bloom again paused in her restless hip movements Archer tensing up against her and just a little bit around her. Then Bloom winked craftily, saying “Ah ain’t finished yet.” Archer actually looked a little scared at that, but AB was fairly sure Archer would like this just as much as Apple Bloom needed to do it.

So with minutes to orgasm and 40 minutes left in recess, Apple Bloom started thrusting into Archer, hard.

It wasn’t an hour ago that Archer didn’t even know about boy stuff. She hadn’t even masturbated before, just fallen into estrus completely unprepared for the feelings that came with it. Sure she knew about labia and mons and stychian something tubes, but none of that was a big hot thick dick in her cunt. Even impaled on his dick she didn’t know what was happening, or what Apple Bloom was going to do, embedded in her like that with those teasingly slow shallow thrusts. She had a moment of panic welling up inside her when Bloom implied that there was something even better than this. He held her down with his hips even as she struggled for more of that sliding motion, then...

Archer couldn’t even think with the electric pumping pleasure radiating out from her passage. It immediately made her buck against the earnestly thrusting colt, Apple Bloom. He seemed to love that, doubling his effort, so soon him and Archer were clutching each other thrusting together frantically. Archer’s hips felt like they were moving all on their own, her eyes squinted from the effort and the overwhelming rush this pistoning gave her. She inhaled his scent pressed up right against his chest. They were tightly held together, both in an intense needy hug that only parted by their hips, rolling rhythmically against each other.

Archer didn’t know why she was thrusting. She wasn’t even thinking about estrus anymore. She was just thinking about sliding that penis along the strange clutching inside of her as roughly as she could. It felt so good to squeeze down and have something in there to squeeze down on. It felt so good to stroke that mysterious place that she now knew was less of a flower and more of a chasm. She had never realized how unsatisfying it was before, clenching down on nothing at all. She never realized what a boy’s penis was meant to do to her, or how much she would love it. Her thoughts were racing, but all focused on the phenomenon happening inside her groin. She felt spectacular!

Thinking about the hot fluids sweating out from within her, coating that dick in a glistening sheen, soaking into the gravel beneath her bottom made her shudder with joy. She was thinking about how she could still feel the heat radiating from that penis, despite her already burning loins. Could a penis be even hotter than heat? And if that wasn’t enough, a bubbly, itchy tingle had started to build deep in her cunt, and every thrust the colt made seemed to stoke it higher and higher.

“W-wait‒” Archer panted to Apple Bloom, pushing the colt’s chest to arm’s length, panickedly. It didn’t stop him from thrusting though. She was afraid of the feeling building in her that just would not stop tingling more and more. Was something going wrong? She felt like she was losing control of herself! The more she struggled to steady her feelings and piston devotedly against him the more they built up in her making her thrusts more ragged and spastic.

Apple Bloom did not wait, or even hesitate, and, really Archer’s words were hard to distinguish from her gasps at this point, as she fought to control the feeling and keep steady so she could continue enjoying that dick inside her. There was no keeping it steady though. The more Archer pushed him back, the more intent Apple Bloom seemed to be to thrust in and out of her. Without any way to stop that thrusting, it just built up inside her and she couldn’t stop squeezing around him and, like a dam, she burst.

It was beautiful and terrible. The uncontrollable rhythmic ripples her cunt made around that shaft were each accompanied by a mind shattering wave of pleasure, one that didn’t die off completely before the next one came, and then the next. It was beautiful because it was the most wonderful thing she’d ever felt in her life. She couldn’t be scared by it because she had that penis to cling to and that made her feel like it was alright. It was terrible because she couldn’t feel anything but the pleasure. She was only vaguely aware of her back arching and her hips jerking wildly. She couldn’t even see clearly, sparkles dancing before her eyes. She felt like she was floating, falling through a rushing stream. She couldn’t even tell if she was helping push against Apple Bloom anymore, and she was terrified that he might lose interest or get worried because of this reaction of hers, and pull out of her.

He didn’t though, and as Archer rode the pleasure secure in his embrace without interruption, she felt her fear just draining away. He didn’t mind that she was feeling so good, and he didn’t think she was a bad pony for feeling that way, and that made her own feelings just so incredible she could hardly breathe. She was out of it enough that she didn’t even notice her orgasm coming down later, not until she felt that penis flare inside her.

As a matter of fact, Archer was also out-of-the-know about penises, or about how they flared, but considering the amount of nerve endings being stimulated down there it could probably be said that in less than a second Archer had a better understanding of the flare than a filly who had just looked at diagrams before. Whatever that incredible happening was before that had stolen her senses away, now she was sensing every little thing happening. She gulped and thrashed helplessly as that dick expanded inside her, kissing right up to her soaking inner flesh. She blinked to try and clear her vision, hungering to see the furry adonis who was hunched over her, the pony who was making his penis do that inside her, to look into his eyes as he forced his shaft in and out.

She managed to grip his chest with a shaking hoof when Apple Bloom began to climax inside her. His sudden halt after one powerful thrust shocked her even more to her senses. Her senses more clearly returned to her as the stimulation from that constant thrusting suddenly ceased, the colt heaving against her and swelling inside her one more glorious time. She could see his eyes lost in the distance as some inner sensation consumed him, a strangled moan of pleasure escaping his lips. She looked at Apple Bloom almost worried, as her friend’s friend’s now male face had a tense expression that faded to open eyed drunken relief with a harshly whispered “Oh yeah!” He looked at her–

And, after that if Archer didn’t have a cunt, she would have sworn that was all Apple Bloom did, just leaning against her, holding her tight, staring down into her eyes. Apple Bloom’s mouth was gaping with the effort and the compulsion to do something ...unseen. But not unseen to Archer, because she did have a cunt, and inside that cunt Apple Bloom’s penis was throbbing and jerking all on its own. There was no thrusting anymore, only jerk, jerk, jerk, pulse

A strangled cry escaped her mouth when Archer felt the semen pulse deep inside her. It was something hot in there, something sticky and gooey that chased her tingles away and soaked her parched flesh. It was like his dick had melted, but it couldn’t have melted because it was still as firm as she could possibly squeeze around it. It was just twitching and pumping against her solid clutches, while Archer felt fuller and fuller until there was no inch of her that wasn’t covered in that tingly slimy sensation.

Apple Bloom grunted as the semen topped her out, Archer’s eyes snapping to her crotch as the new feeling revealed itself as a gooey white ooze dribbling and squirting out of her around the tight seal her vaginal entrance made around Apple Bloom’s cock. As her half-conscious cries of relief shook quietly through her, she just watched the semen trickle down her belly in tingling rivulets soaking into her fur, and for no explicable reason it made her heart ache with joy.

If Apple Bloom had mentioned boy stuff, Archer had been too nervous to pay attention. So she really didn’t know what it was that was leaking out of her vagina, or what Apple Bloom was doing in there. She sure paid attention to how she felt though. Like a gentle river had washed away the burning ache inside her, like how somehow this gross gooey squishy stuff felt even more tender and welcoming than the nicest of hugs, even more than when that dick had slid inside her neatly and cleanly. Even when Apple Bloom pulled out, Archer still felt full. She felt gooey and fuzzy and happy and warm. She might have giggled girlishly, but neither Bloom nor Scootaloo bothered her about it.

With Apple Bloom free of her crotch, Archer had the freedom to look more closely, once she felt like she could move again. Her whole body was cooling down and relaxing. The stuff that had squirted out of her was thick, white and milky, and it was dribbling out of her vagina every time she felt a lingering twinge in there. She took a glop on her hoof and peered at it, saying, “What is this stuff?”

“It’s boy stuff!” Apple Bloom told her brightly. Apple Bloom had stood up on all fours now, but Archer just... just wanted to lay here for a while. “I-it comes out of me when I orgasm,” Apple Bloom explained, “Down here I guess,” He pointed at the much less turgid looking dick between his legs. “It’s what makes the estrus go away. You don’t feel it anymore, right?”

Archer blinked and thought to herself, but not a smidgen of heat was left, not in between her legs, not even in her head. She didn’t have the slightest inclination to swish her tail or that uneasy restlessness in her hooves. She felt amazing. And she said as much, making Apple Bloom blush again and say aw shucks in that adorable tone of voice that he seemed to have now.

“So this came from inside you?” Archer clarified.

“Uh huh,” Apple Bloom nodded.

“And now it’s inside me,” she said thoughtfully, putting a hoof over her opening and pressing it against there. “It’s like... you’re still inside me.”

Apple Bloom crossed a hoof and blushed, but nodded saying, “Left a little bit of me in you ah guess.”

Archer squeezed her legs together, hooves twitching happily. “I want you to stay inside me forever,” she cooed. Apple Bloom didn’t answer that, but after a time he just sat down beside Archer and put a golden hoof across Archer’s belly, resting his chin on top of Archer’s head. It was like a dream come true.

“Hey lovebirds!” Scootaloo’s voice came from outside, “You got quiet. You done yet?”

“We are so done!” Apple Bloom called out cheerfully, hugging Archer against her like Archer was a giant puppy. It was honestly the kindest thing anyone had done for Archer in a long time. In thinking that, Archer wasn’t sure if she was referring to the hug, the rutting, or Scootaloo being so awesome as to tell her about an amazing thing like this. But she felt... more content than she could remember feeling. The whispers from her hips were making her feel like everything’s going to be just fine.

“Wow,” Scootaloo said popping in, “That was fast!”

“Archer was pretty much ready for it the moment she walked in,” Apple Bloom said bashfully, which made Archer blush. She didn’t like being under pressure like that, even when it was her own body pressuring her.

“We still got like a half hour,” Scootaloo said, “You want to go play around the creek or something?”

“What about you, Archer?” Apple Bloom asked. “You want to come play with us?”

With the fires of lust soothed between her legs and the fires of friendship surging in her breast, she said, “Oh, yes! Let’s go!”

Even Scootaloo was a bit stunned by Archer’s attitude the rest of the break period. She wasn’t usually this confident or forward or ready to jump into things. Whatever Apple Bloom was doing to end their estrus it seemed to be doing a lot of good besides just that. Somehow she had her old friend back again, the one who wouldn’t let her let go of life no matter what. It was so easy to lose a filly like that from where they lived.

Apple Bloom on the other hoof was a little bit less cheerful, facing Scootaloo and saying, “Scoots, we need to talk.”

“About what?” Scootaloo asked curiously. She didn’t think she offended her friend recently at least.

“About how you told me to be all quiet like about this, and you even threatened mah nuts,”

“Oh, heh heh I wouldn’t really I mean, you know.”

“Yeah, but I don’t get it. You tell me to never tell another soul, then you go and brag about it to Sweetie and now Archer? What gives, Scootaloo?”

“I didn’t tell them!” Scootaloo said in a hushed tone, “Think of what it would do to my image!”

“Uh, Sweetie up and told me that you told her ah could fix her estrus. You did tell them, and that’s okay, but why didn’t you want me to say anything?”

Scootaloo stared at Apple Bloom uncomprehendingly, the gears turning in her head until she figured out that they weren’t talking about the same thing.

“No, I only meant the‒” she glanced aside at Archer who was looking over at them with a bit of concern. Leaning close to Apple Bloom she whispered, “The kiss.”

“Okay,” Apple Bloom said skeptically, “But what about it?”

“It’s just sort of,” Scootaloo blushed, shifting hooves, “You know, I don’t do that sort of namby pamby lovey dovey stuff, like kissing and hugs and...”

“Everypony needs hugs, Scootaloo.”

“Well not me!” she declared, “I don’t need any of that stuff! I’m tough like Rainbow Dash. Did you ever see her getting all kissy and sappy?”

Apple Bloom glanced up and she could have sworn she could see Rainbow Dash right now laying up there on a cloud making out with Thunderlane. But it was probably just her imagination, and she didn’t want to shatter Scoots’ fragile paradigm, so she nodded and said, “Ah got ya. Your secret is safe with me. Now let’s get Archer over here. Hey Archer!”

The other pegasus perked up and trotted over to them. “Show me more a your water bell things,” Apple Bloom said excitedly. “Think you could teach Scootaloo to do that?”

At the end of break Apple Bloom was more than ready to hit the books again. Doing this penis thing seemed to make her even more confident and relaxed than just being a boy in the first place. But before she could go in, Archer stopped her as Bloom headed in to heed the mid-period bell. Scootaloo ran ahead while Apple Bloom kept back with Archer. Having recovered some of her less exhuberant demeanor, Archer said quietly, “Apple Bloom, can I ask you something?”

Apple Bloom turned to the blue filly who just about looked like she was glowing from contentment. “Sure thing Archer,” Apple Bloom said.

“The white stuff you put in me,” she questioned, “That’ll get rid of my estrus right?”

“Well it sure worked for Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle. Did you see, she wasn’t even drinking her Moon Tea today! I can’t see as it wouldn’t work for you. You look better already!”

Archer blushed at the complement, saying quickly “It’s about my friend,” then scraping a hoof and saying “My study partner really. She’s having estrus too, and it’s making it hard for us.. for her to study. I was hoping you could help with that?”

“It’ll be a might difficult,” Apple Bloom pondered, “My brother doesn’t want me to go out for anything. But maybe if it’s for studying he’ll say yes...”

Archer smiled and closed her eyes saying, “That would be wonderful if you could. She doesn’t have any colt friends... or many friends at all really.”

“Who’re we talking about?” Apple Bloom said skeptically.

“Her name’s Dinky, the purple grey unicorn with the blonde mane.”

“Oh ah know Dinky,” Apple Bloom nodded, “She’s part of Scootaloo’s fan club thing. I didn’t know she didn’t have friends?”

“She keeps to herself a lot,” Archer said quietly. “She’s too serious for her own good, I think. Could use a little loosening up.”

Apple Bloom chuckled, “Can’t promise all that much, but I’d be happy to fix your friend’s estrus. Was kind of planning on helping out some other fillies anyways.”

“I’d really appreciate it!” Archer said wiggling her hips happily, “And I’m sure she would too.”

“Well,” Apple Bloom pondered, “Ask her anyway. If she says yes I’ll see if I can come over, and hey! Once her estrus is fixed we can all study together!”

“Good idea! It was making it so hard to study. I hope I’ll be able to do it now.”

Archer ran off then, shouting “Come on!” behind her. So Apple Bloom followed her right back to class. She did see Diamond Tiara coming back but hurried inside before anything could happen. The empty milkshake glass balanced on Diamond’s rump gave Apple Bloom a pretty good idea what she’d been up to during break. Bloom kicked herself for being worried about nothing.

It was as ordinary a rest of the day as it could possibly be for a filly turned colt. Apple Bloom couldn’t help but feel flattered at all the attention she was getting at lunch, though she had a pretty good idea why she was getting it. She tried to extend out her penis again but it didn’t really seem to want to behave, plus it was kind of sore from when she did it with Archer.

“It does make a loooot of boy goo,” Scootaloo said trying to look casual about her assumed wisdom. “Didn’t know you could pack that much into a colt!”

“Maybe you’re out?” said little Noi.

That got a chorus of disappointed awwws from the fillies around. Some even started to walk away, which Apple Bloom didn’t mind one bit. Especially Diamond’s retinue. It wasn’t just Silver Spoon that sided with her. That filly was loaded, and fillies flocked to her because of it. Then Diamond used gifts or blackmail to make sure they stayed with her, or more often gifts as blackmail. It was a bigger problem than Apple Bloom knew how to deal with, and a lot of ponies even seemed to like it, that snobby frou frou better-than-thou attitude she required. She didn’t really want to interfere, but it just made it easier for Diamond to mess with her, and Apple Bloom was treading on dangerous ground if they would risk infuriating Diamond just to fix their estrus.

Diamond had been hovering on the periphery of the table area Apple Bloom was at, all the whole time in fact, glaring hatefully her way. But she wouldn’t come over, not even close. Sure enough after her friends lost interest in “the new colt” and returned to talk with Diamond, that burning rage disappeared from her face and just turned to her usual cruel taunts and nasty statements behind other ponies’ backs. Apple Bloom felt relieved, but also worried. If there was any filly that could be construed as pure evil it was Diamond. She was so mean she acted like it was her duty to be that way, or something.

There were still fillies hanging around Apple Bloom though, still looking curious as a rabbit in a carrot factory. She honestly didn’t know what to do with all this attention now that she had it. Unsure of what to do she just took another slug of milk down and chewed on her hearty sandwich. It was good thick whole milk too. Nice thing about Ponyville is it was right by a dairy commune, and not that Apple Bloom would say this in front of the cows that worked there but they all had udders that put a pony’s to shame, with like six teats on ‘em and just chock full of milk.

She looked down at her own pelvis with a curious thought, but the table angle was a bit too awkward to see anything, plus another filly was speaking up instead of just sorta staring.

“Somepony told me there were three fillies for every colt,” the green maned Aura suggested in her dopey low voice. “Maybe you can only do it three times.”

“I dunno,” Apple Bloom said uncertainly, “Makes sense, I guess?”

She looked over her shoulder, adding “But why don’t you ask the real colts all this stuff? I just got this thing yesterday you know!”

As one, every filly’s head turned towards the colt table. As one, the colts all pulled up their newspapers that they had for some reason up in front of their faces and found something very interesting to read in it.

“Well I can’t get any colt to talk to me,” Aura said frowning, “Ever since this heat started.”

“I didn’t want to talk to them last year,” said a nasal sounding filly whom Apple Bloom didn’t know, “But now all they do is run away!”

Apple Bloom had known about Rumble’s reticence, mostly from the frustrated complaints of Scootaloo, but he was gay. That didn’t explain what other colts were doing. “That is pretty peculiar,” she admitted. “But ah said I’m not the one to ask. Only colt I know in these parts is Spike, and he ain’t even a pony!”

The other thing that was bothering Apple Bloom she didn’t even notice until the end of the day. School was getting out and she walked up to Scootaloo going, “Hey Scoots. You seen Sweetie Belle?”

“Yeah,” Scootaloo said, a bit distracted with the worksheet she hadn’t finished yet. “She’s right‒” and looking around Scootaloo said, “Well she was right here until you came around just now.”

Apple Bloom craned her neck around too, saying “I think I’m gonna go look for her. Haven’t so much as seen her long enough to say hello!”

Peering around the school house, Apple Bloom spotted Sweetie jumping rope with a couple other fillies. But when Sweetie saw her walking over, she just stopped playing and ran off in the other direction.

“Something wrong with Sweetie Belle?” she asked the green and blue fillies, not really knowing them as they were a grade below her, but maybe they knew what was up with Sweetie.

“No,” the green one said. And that’s all she said. The blue one just stayed silent and blushing, staring up at Apple Bloom with dilated eyes. Shrugging, Apple Bloom just gallopped off to try and find her again. But just as she saw Sweetie peeking out from behind a tree a voice came behind Apple Bloom.

“Let’s go.”

“Big Mac?” she said, turning around to see her brother standing there with a serious look on his face.

“Ahm gonna walk you home,” he said.

“What?!”

“It’s just in case,” he insisted, standing beside Apple Bloom possessively.

“Just in case what?!” she protested.

“Not till you’re older,” he droned. “Let’s go.”

“Can’t I even play with my friends a little?”

“No, not till Season’s over.”

“But ah‒”

“Just go,” he said in an angry tone. Apple Bloom fell in line alongside him mostly because she just almost never saw her brother getting angry. Or getting much of anything really. She desperately hoped this wasn’t a repeat of the Gabby Gums fiasco. She thought that one was behind her, but maybe Mac was still sore about it after all. Either way she wasn’t going to do anything to provoke him more than he already was.

That evening at dinner, Apple Bloom brought up the studying thing.

“So ah was wondering,” she said to Granny and Big Macintosh, after finishing her spaghetti, “My friend and her friend wanted to do some studying together.”

She wasn’t surprised when her brother said, “No deal,” but she expected that. With how he was, she had to be extra sure of herself to convince him of anything.

“Well ah haven’t studied enough even though bein’ a boy‒”

“You can study on your own,” Big Mac said.

“Big Mac,” Granny said in a cautionary but worried tone.

“It’s her friend, is the thing,” Apple Bloom said. “She isn’t having any luck studying, and there’s no way she’ll pass at this rate. I just wanted to help her out, y’know? Nothing dangerous.”

“Your friend needs help studying,” Granny asked, “And she doesn’t want anything besides that?”

Apple Bloom nodded hesitantly, “Yeah, apparantly Dinky is the studying sort of pony. We wouldn’t be playing around or lolligaggin, or anything that didn’t help her with her studyin’”

“And she can’t study on her own?” Big Macintosh said in an irritated tone.

“Well she can,” Apple Bloom admitted, “But she won’t get anywhere by herself, not with the way she is.”

“Ah sup...pose it’d be alright,” he said as if he really didn’t want to say it. Granny smiled at him approvingly, and he hastily continued, “But you gotta be careful, and it’s gotta be supervised you hear?”

“I could ask...” Apple Bloom said reluctantly, “I’m sure her parents would be willin to help keep us safe.”

“Keep you safe,” Mac said quietly going after another course of food.

“Say again?” Apple Bloom asked him to qualify, but as often Big Macintosh just went on being silent. The dinner progressed that way, and there just was nothing she could think to his bizarre fixation on her new colthood.

It was halfway through her evening chores that Apple Bloom remembered.

“Oh no!” she uttered, as the hay bale landed safely and precisely on the upper level with a thump. “I forgot, I already used up my boy stuff!”

“How am I gonna help Dinky now?” Apple Bloom moaned. She didn’t get any answers though, She didn’t have any answers, and neither did the pigs, nor the apple trees. Well, the apple trees had the answer of Apple Bloom dropping more apples due to her larger physique and more muscular frame. It felt kinda like cheating though, because really these muscles were Discord’s magic, and not anything Apple Bloom could depend on. Still it was nice that she could help keep up the pace more than usual, what with her sister off saving the world or something the like.

In the end, Apple Bloom just had to go to sleep without any answers. But she got a very loud and very proud answer upon her awakening. She woke up that morning feeling stiff and sore between her legs. Her heart stopped as she thought for a moment that the dreaded estrus had come back. Had Discord’s spell just worn off on its own?

She was relieved and confused on lifting her sheets to find that her penis was sticking out of her, stiff and erect hanging there in the cool moonlight. But she hadn’t even been thinking of pretty fillies. She didn’t recall having any erotic dreams. Yet there it was. She tried touching it, but her hoof just felt kind of like that, a rough hoof that probably could use a trim.

“...I don’t get it.”

Apple Bloom couldn’t figure why it was all stiff when she didn’t even feel like rubbing it, or putting it in a filly. The honest truth is the only thing she really felt was that she needed to pee. That and the feel that it was way too early for waking up. Belatedly she wished she’d remembered to go before she went to bed.

Groaning as she slid out of her bed into the chilly night air she gave the thing a groggy glare before heading down the hall to the toilet room. It was actually hard to aim once she stood over the loo, had to use her hoof to tilt the stiff thing down towards the bowl, and that seemed to make it even stiffer. That didn’t trouble her nearly as much though, as when she let loose and her bladder squeezed down, it ran right up against a wall inside her. It was surprisingly painful; she’d never tried to pee and just had it‒stop like that. If anything it was usually too easy to get it going! But now Apple Bloom started to get more and more alarmed as she couldn’t find any relief. It just would not come out!

“Oh,” she fussed, “Oh no,” walking off the toilet and turning in a circle. She didn’t know there was a trick to peeing. She didn’t know anything about boys! And the worst part is once she tried to pee, now she really had to go. What was she gonna do?

“B-big Mac!” Apple Bloom said desperately. She didn’t want to call louder though he was all the way across the house. Hobbling on her hooves feeling like her bladder was practically sloshing in there, Apple Bloom tried to ignore the jerky bounces of her erect dick while heading to his room. The big red door was latched as always, so she pounded on it with a hoof. “Big Mac!” she said urgently.

There was a thump inside as he got off his bed and walked to the door, opening it and looking down at her with concern. “What is it?” he said worriedly.

“How do ah pee?” she whimpered, dancing on her hooves despite herself.

“Well you just, let go right? Can’t be that different,” he said in a speculatory tone.

“Well it is” she insisted, “Ah woke up and it was all stiff and big like this, and when I tried to pee I couldn’t do it!”

Big Mac shied back when she lifted a hind leg to show him, but recovered his composure quickly, the light of realization dawning in his eyes.

“You got a stiffy,” he said almost wryly.

“It sure is!” she retorted, “Now how do ah pee? I really gotta go! What’s the trick? How do boys do it?”

“Work out your hind legs,” he instructed, “Stretch ‘em real limber and stuff. That should do the trick.”

He started to close the door then and Apple Bloom said “Wait‒!”

“Ahm not gonna watch,” Big Mac said disgustedly, “Just come back if it don’t work. And it will.”

Apple Bloom wasn’t in a mood to argue so she turned before he even latched the door shut and bolted for the toilet room. There she did her usual exercises, stretching her legs out and bracing them on the wall and stuff. It was when she started to get to her inner thighs that she really felt the stretch. She was kinda stiff down there. Oh wait, stiff like her penis! Big Mac must be right, but is it gonna let her pee?

She waited there in the dark, occasionally jigging to the side to stretch her leg out, and was glad to feel a blissful sort of release, not just as the muscles relaxed but as the blood started to drain out of her shaft. She didn’t realize the turgidity could feel so sore, but it was a swelling, and unless you put pressure on it...

She blushed at the thought of just precisely how you “put pressure on it.” Then she had to limber up some more. Finally, when Apple Bloom was dangling limply at half mast the flood gates opened inside her and she gave a muffled groan, the pee rushing strangely through her dick as her bladder emptied itself in short order. She had to stumble to get it into the opening of the toilet it was so sudden. But the stream was unyielding then, and she sighed in relief as it finished up on its own. And after she squeezed out the last few drops, her treacherous dick shrunk up all nice and obediently back to her pelvis.

“Ugh, boys,” she muttered at it, going for the toilet paper to wipe the floor where she’d missed. Why did it even make sense that you pee out of the same place you make boy stuff with? Now that Apple Bloom thought on it, it was actually kind of gross. Why couldn’t there just be a second hole, like with a filly? And why was her dick even bothering her at all? Wasn’t she you know, finished with it?

Apple Bloom preferred her morning chores to school, for once. Almost, maybe, that is. The lesson was fine. They were studying second year color theory, which wasn’t a subject Apple Bloom was particularly sharp on, but most of it was straightforward enough. She couldn’t help but notice that Sweetie wouldn’t make eye contact with her even in class. Something was really up with that unicorn and Apple Bloom had to get to the bottom of it. She went to talk to her right at the beginning of second break, but Sweetie just ran out to the school yard without even looking back. Apple Bloom looked to Scootaloo to get some answers, but Scootaloo was already out the window and way over by the swing set, practicing 360s.

Were they both avoiding her now? Or was it just Scootaloo being Scootaloo? That filly was more active than anypony in their right mind ought to be. With the rest of the foals out of the classroom, Cheerilee was sitting there looking at Apple Bloom with her head resting on folded hooves.

“Something I can do for you, Miss Cheerilee?” Apple Bloom asked brightly.

“Oh! Um...” Cheerilee said sitting up straight and sounding almost guilty, “W-well there is... I mean, well it couldn’t hurt to ask I was just curious what your... experience has been.”

“Bein’ a colt, you mean?”

“Y-yes,” Cheerilee said, then added more confidently, “It is very rare to find someone who has been both a mare and a stallion, and I’m curious what the differences are that you’ve noticed. I know it’s a private matter with your family, but, well, I just wanted to... learn.” She said that last word a bit huskily.

“I thought it would be terrible,” Apple Bloom said, “But everyfilly likes me instead of laughin’ at me. Thanks for the save about Diamond Tiara by the way.”

“Oh that,” she darkened a bit, “I shouldn’t have reacted like that. Believe it or not she’s got a wonderful little filly inside... somewhere, and getting angry like that just validates her self conception and pushes her deeper inside. It’s never a good idea to get angry at bullies, neither for them or for yourself, even if they are going around and ...bullying big colts.”

“It’s O.K. I forgive ya,” Apple Bloom said consolingly.

“I just hope she finds it in her heart to forgive me,” Cheerilee sighed.

“Diamond Tiara?” Apple Bloom deadpanned, “That filly would never forgive you for looking at her wrong!”

Cheerilee laughed at that, a bright juicy laugh. She looked like she wanted to continue, but instead said, “So, what about the... physical differences?”

“Ohh, that,” Apple Bloom nodded, “Yeah that’s real important. Did you know that colts don’t have estrus?”

“You should know that too,” Cheerilee admonished, “If you had paid attention in Developmental Education.”

Apple Bloom shook her head, “Don’t worry I know they don’t, that’s why I did this whole thing in the first place. It’s just you don’t really know until you experienced it firsthand.”

“I would heartily agree with that!” Cheerilee added, leaning more forward as Apple Bloom continued to exposit.

“Imagine you just wake up and there’s no itching or stickiness or aches, and your crotch just feels nice and ordinary, like before estrus even started at all. Well, except for the balls those are a bit weird.”

“O-oh?”

“Yeah, I don’t know why boys have to have them things dangling between their legs. They hurt a heck of a lot when you whack ‘em!”

Cheerilee winced at that. “Internal gonads are admittedly a positive about being a mare,” she admitted. She didn’t show a lack of interest though, so Apple Bloom went on,

“I think the weirdest thing is they feel like vulva. Not the balls, but that ...container sack thing they’re in. Like, exactly the way my labia used to be, the outside ones at least. So it’s like my labia are danglin down between my legs. Weirdest feeling ever. Oh uh, sorry that was a similarity not a difference I think.”

“No, no it’s perfectly alright!” Cheerilee said brightly. “Perfectly... alright,” she said in a lower steadier tone. Apple Bloom shifted a bit nervously.

“I think the biggest uh, well second biggest difference is peeing.”

Cheerilee’s face lost its dreamy look to it for a minute.

“I sure can see why colts take so long to use the toilet!” Apple Bloom asserted definitively. “Thought that was a myth, but it sure ain’t.”

“Oh?” Cheerilee said weakly.

“Yeah it goes like down and then up and... and like around or something, like a big long bendy pipe, and it can even get stuck shut! I thought colts just had a second hole like fillies do.”

“A second hole?” Cheerilee asked, an alarmed look on her face. “Where on earth did you learn‒”

“Yeah you know, the vagina and the uh... urethral... opening or something. Boys don’t have a urethral opening, or any way straight to the bladder, so it’s gotta go all the way through.”

Cheerilee was blushing now and confessed, “I’m sorry, I misunderstood. Most fillies just think of it as one ...hole, since both are beneath the labia.”

Apple Bloom was finding it very hard not to think about labia with all this talk of underparts. That was where all the colt/filly differences were though! All the cool ones at least. “Uh, I’m a lot stronger now,” she ventured, “Like 10% if you count my apple bucking rates. And of course, my voice is ...different.”

“It’s a quite lovely voice,” Cheerilee complimented sweetly, “And it does sound like you, just... lower in pitch and with darker overtones.”

“It’s... I dunno,” Apple Bloom looked down her ears drooping. “It’s a lovely voice but... I miss my old one. I can’t even talk without feeling like I’m hearing some other colt talking. I never realized how much I counted on that voice. Nothing makes me feel more different, really, than every time I have to talk like this, and not like, well, myself.”

“Think of it like a learning experience,” Cheerilee suggested. “See what your new voice can do. You’ll be back to normal in a short time, so just have fun with it!”

Apple Bloom raised her head and nodded saying, “Thanks, Miss Cheerilee. I hadn’t thought of it that way.” Though with how her sister Applejack had rushed out that night, Apple Bloom was worried that this thing keeping Discord away was going to be longer than Cheerilee was suggesting.

“I have to say Apple Bloom, it’s fascinating to learn your experiences in this. I don’t get to ...broach the subject very often among my students, strict um, curriculum you know.”

“It’s O.K. Cheerilee, I don’t mind talking about it,” Apple Bloom said. “It’s a load off to have somepony to talk to about that voice thing alone.”

“That’s the biggest difference you’ve noticed?”

“W-wu-ell no,” Apple Bloom stuttered. Was she really gonna have to embarass herself in front of the teacher? This other boy stuff you couldn’t exactly talk about in a clinical fashion!

“You don’t have to talk about it if you are not comfortable with saying,” Cheerilee said slyly. Darn that mare, now Apple Bloom had to talk about it or she’d look uncomfortable! Apple Bloom wanted to sing the praises of her new dick and describe in lurid color how it got all thick and twitchy and how incredible she felt to put it into a mare‒a filly, a filly. But she just stumbled over her words.

“It’s like... you know, when the... I mean, when I’m around a pretty filly it likes to... my penis that is, I mean this penis which happens to be currently mine likes to you know,”

Cheerilee actually seemed to get something out of that mess, her eyes widening. “Are you saying you have experienced... an erection?”

“Like a barn?” Apple Bloom asked uncomprehendingly. That was a weird tangent even for Cheerilee.

“A b‒ what?” She too seemed taken aback by this turn in conversation, but thankfully figured it out right that moment. “No, no I mean when erectile tissue becomes engorged.”

“I hain’t never seen a barn made outta tissues,” Apple Bloom pondered, “Some kind of miniature barn model? How would it even stand up?”

Cheerilee pounded her head against the desk.

“Has it ever gotten big,” she chewed out disgruntledly.

“Oh! Yeah, it’s gotten real big,” Apple Bloom said a bit proudly.

“Have you ever, um...” Cheerilee seemed to have trouble finding the words.

“Yeah?” Apple Bloom prompted.

“You have?” she said with big eyes.

“I have what?” Apple Bloom responded. She was halfway between being incredibly horny and incredibly confused at the moment. Cheerilee was almost talking about it, but she’d never want to do it with a little filly... a little colt, right? Apple Bloom didn’t even know how exactly she’d climb up there. Even with a height boost, grownups are still big. And this is Miss Cheerilee, she could give Apple Bloom a failing grade if she didn’t do good enough, or worse she could let Apple Bloom pass just because of her penis! That was totally cheating. Nasty, sneaky, dirty filthy cheating. So there’s no way Cheerilee was actually talking about, you know,

“You know,” Cheerilee said waving her hoof, “You know, um, when you, you know,”

“Is everything alright in here?”

Oh, it was Principal Scruffy. Apple Bloom didn’t know why but he kept popping in to check on Cheerilee’s class now and again, a lot more in the past few days. There wasn’t more than a handful of teachers at Ponyville Elementary though, so maybe he just had that much free time? The tired looking stallion had a dark teal coat with a mane colored a dignified grey which was probably fake.

“Fine! Everything is fine in here,” Cheerilee said in a coolly collected tone. It would have been more convincing if Apple Bloom couldn’t hear Cheerilee’s heart hammering from all the way across the desk. “We were just... talking.”

“Shouldn’t you be in recess?” he asked Apple Bloom. Bloom shook her head and said,

“Naw I don’t got anything big I need to attend to until second break. We were just talking that’s all.”

“Still,” the principal insisted, “I need a word with Miss Cheerilee here, so hurry on your way.”

Apple Bloom nodded and dashed out around the principal’s legs trotting out the classroom. She couldn’t help but feel relieved at being let off the hook like that. The thought of Miss Cheerilee’s backside actually swallowing up her dick was incredibly exciting in a way that was making it twitch and slide out limply. Cheerilee’s ass was huge, no it was crazy huge! But not just because Cheerilee had this incredible ass, but because it was wrong, like a secret way to win that you could get away with and nopony would be the wiser. For better or for worse Apple Bloom found a sort of twisted pleasure in being sneaky, and she didn’t need that temptation on her head. Why was she even considering it? Did she have boy stuff to give, or did she not? Dare she find out?

Slowing to a walk, Apple Bloom sighed at the conflicting thoughts in her head. So many hot and arousing and conflicting ideas that were never even a possibility until she got slapped with this curse. It didn’t really feel like a curse though, or even a prank really. It was embarassing at first, but once she got her boy stuff going it was way awesome. Maybe Discord really was reformed? Anyway, the last thing she needed now was more temptation and hard decisions, so she rounded the corner of the building aiming somewhere to be alone for a while and just think.

Only to be faced with no less than six fillies, all with expectant grins on their faces.

The entire first break, Apple Bloom was fending off needy fillies, telling them she’s tapped out, and go ask the other colts to help them. And to make matters worse, when they stuck their butts in her face her penis still kept coming out and feeling all tingly. She couldn’t deny that she wanted to stick it in them again, but she just couldn’t do that to a filly. Apple Bloom had half a mind to just put these fillies underneath her with a good hot dicking, but if she really didn’t have any more boy stuff then it’d just be making their estrus worse if she made them orgasm!

She wanted to ask the other colts why they were avoiding the issue and leaving it all on her to solve everyfilly’s problem, but they were avoiding her just like they avoided the fillies! Now that Aura pointed it out Apple Bloom was starting to get angry with how Rumble kept going to the other side of the playground, and Snips and Snails were AWOL, and that Daze fellow just climbed up the jungle gym when she approached, and jumped down when she climbed up it! And when she jumped down now there were three more fillies surrounding her that she had to dissapoint with the news. Some fillies were even asking again like they forgot. Like Aura for instance.

“I told you,” she told Aura, “If I’m outta boy stuff, then you’ll orgasm, and it’ll be ten times worse.”

“But what if you aren’t outta boy stuff?” she insisted looking miserable and sweaty.

“Ah can’t take that chance,” Apple Bloom said emphatically, “You don’t understand how bad it feels if you orgasm without boy stuff. You want to kick down walls to get it then. Y’all are a lot better off if you just don’t orgasm at all.”

With yet another disappointed aww the next batch of fillies let Apple Bloom go in peace.

“I don’t get it, Scoots,” she said to the one friend who wasn’t bugging her, “I can’t manage to get to the colts no matter what I do. I got a few words for them, and they ain’t lettin’ me say ‘em! They’re not just playin hard to get, they’re being outright senseless. I turned into a colt and I still don’t understand colts. Them and ... and Sweetie Belle.”

Sweetie still wouldn’t hang around or talk with Apple Bloom. It was like night and day seriously. Maybe Apple Bloom had done it wrong that night? Sweetie sure seemed to appreciate being sat on like that though. And with her sister being mean to her, that meant Sweetie was coming dangerously close to isolating herself. That wouldn’t be good for anypony.

“I’ll talk to her,” Scootaloo said sympathetically. “She doesn’t want to tell me, but you’re right she totally needs to work this out.”

And unfortunately that meant Apple Bloom had to leave Scootaloo alone to give Sweetie enough safe space to be willing to approach the pegasus. So Apple Bloom by the end of break was feeling isolated and alone herself, despite the attention of her satellite friends, and wasn’t even paying attention to anything but the ground when Rumble snuck up to her. But then out of the blue comes his voice right nearby, talking to her!

“I see you’re starting to see the true side of fillies.”

He was standing there leaning against a tree with this aloof expression on his face checking out the feathers on his left wing. Which made him look hot as habaneros, but chill as a cucumber. Smarmy bastard was good looking and he knew it. Apple Bloom tried not to blush at the sudden attention.

“Oh, hi Rumble,” she said trying to sound all casual about it. She wasn’t blushing was she? Consarnit Apple Bloom, stop crossing your hoof! The athletic pegasus pushed his hair back with a hoof in that easy movement every filly in school was intimately aware of.

“If you want to know the truth about fillies,” he said in a serious tone, fixing his eyes right on Apple Bloom, “Then meet me out behind the bakery after school.”

“Yeah, why are you‒”

“Not now. After school. Alone.” And then, with a rush of wings he was gone. Apple Bloom’s heart hadn’t even stopped hammering before the bell rang for class.

It wasn’t as easy to pay attention in class this time. Between the feelings leftover from those attentive fillies, and spending the entire recess chasing colts, only to have the hottest colt in school talk to her alone, Apple Bloom’s penis was not even one smidgen less than turgid and ready. She tried to hide it under her desk, ashamed of the fact that she couldn’t even control the darn thing. She just wanted to put it in a filly and squirt stuff out of it, but was she out of stuff? Could she make more? She didn’t know. Frustrating colts, and their secret clubs and meeting places! Worst part is, Cheerilee kept noticing. Apple Bloom could tell by the way she looked at it when Apple Bloom was squirming around trying to find a comfortable way to sit with a... a stiffy. At least the teacher was kind enough not to say anything about it. She sure seemed to have her eye on Apple Bloom a lot though.

Lunch was a little more productive. Focusing on her apple butter sandwich and drink box kept her other bodily urges more subdued. She got to talking with Archer again, and Archer said that Dinky said yes, and that Dinky’s parents loved the idea of another friend coming over to study. She said study with a wink, and Apple Bloom winked back. One thing’s for sure you can sway grownups at the drop of a hat by saying that whatever you’re doing is going to involve studying.

Archer expressed some dismay at the thought that the stuff Apple Bloom left inside her might have been the last one Apple Bloom could produce. But Apple Bloom wasn’t sure of that herself anymore, not with how she was feeling along the course of the day. She could even sort of feel a turgid fluid in her pelvis if she concentrated, though it might have just been her imagination. She didn’t want to commit to anything, but they set a date for tomorrow after school, and Apple Bloom assured Archer she’d work something out.

It was second break after the lunch lesson when Apple Bloom ran into Aura again. Well, more like Aura called to her from a spot behind the hedge at the edge of the playground, where the other fillies wouldn’t see. Apple Bloom followed curiously, only to be arrested by the sight and the smell before her. Aura was practically glowing with heat, breathing huskily, her mop of hair damp along her slender neck. She lifted a hoof almost defensively when Apple Bloom walked up to her in a daze.

“Aura, are you... what have you been doing back here?”

“I-I orgasmed,” she said shakily, squirming in place, “T-twice. So it’s ok you can do it now.”

It's a Date

“Aura!” Apple Bloom exclaimed in alarm, as the aroused filly presented her posterior for Apple Bloom, so far gone she probably couldn’t have stopped her tail from flagging up if she wanted to. Absolutely everything down there was on display. Aura’s tight moan accompanied that amazing pulsing of her vulva in and out, in and out.

Completely captivated, Apple Bloom couldn’t tear her eyes away as she said “I told you not to do this. N-now you feel all,” and, despite herself, Apple Bloom’s shaft was rapidly expanding to turgidity, just as unstoppably as Aura’s raised tail. Apple Bloom swallowed dryly, trying to calm down to talk with this filly, to tell her it wouldn’t do no good and she needed to get another colt instead, to not think about shoving it in that fleshy slit and pumping over and over again. She did not succeed.

“Don’t... care,” Aura, said closing her eyes and making that pink wink out again from between her soft green lips. “You can‒ you can do it now.”

“But I...” Apple Bloom wanted to just... drop everything and go. She stepped forward. She hesitated. She stepped forward. Aura’s cunt was practically begging her. Maybe just her dick would be enough, without boy stuff? But Apple Bloom herself couldn’t help but feel disappointment at the thought of not putting boy goo in there. She couldn’t imagine how disappointed Aura would be, since she was the one who needed boy stuff! “But I’m not s-sure if I can make more... boy stuff,” Apple Bloom mumbled self consciously.

“It doesn’t matter,” Aura said in a defeated tone, “I-I can’t get any worse than this.”

“Oh Aura, what did you do to yourself?” Apple Bloom sighed tensely. Aura just stood there silently shaking, her pussy dripping with need. Apple Bloom had to decide, but really what choice was there? Aura was right, and if Apple Bloom couldn’t help her, then putting it inside wouldn’t make her worse than she was now. And Apple Bloom really needed to put it inside.

“Just‒ just hold still, I’ll,” Apple Bloom looked under Aura’s blue tail and stuck her tongue out. “...I’ll do my best,” she said huskily, but if Aura had already orgasmed it was too late for her and Apple Bloom couldn’t do anything about it. That meant Apple Bloom could get right to what she wanted to do and didn’t have to wait at all. Something about that was terribly exciting, it made Apple Bloom feel free and powerful. With an indulgent grunt she just plain reared up and settled on top of Aura, the memory of her dick hotly and wetly nestled inside Sweetie Belle comforting her with how she was just inches away from doing that right now. Aura reacted the same way as Sweetie Belle when Apple Bloom planted her weight down on top of the blue green filly, with a soft, surprised moan. Apple Bloom really wanted to know what felt so good about it, asides the anticiation of putting it inside, which Apple Bloom herself felt... acutely.

Apple Bloom slid her hips forward and brought her shaft to bear and suddenly she was, her penis was prodding against Aura’s hindquarters. The moment she touched down on Aura an inarticulate moan escaped Apple Bloom’s throat. It was like a cold shock went through her when it touched Aura’s labia. She’d been trying not to touch her penis so much today that feeling Aura’s steaming hot hindquarters with it was like jumping in a pool full of icy water. Steaming hot ice cold water, didn’t make any sense, but it was true. Those incredibly soft lips caressing her dick were hot as an oven, but Apple Bloom was getting chills!

Aura jerked in place when Apple Bloom started to penetrate, but then just stood there gasping and quivering while Apple Bloom went all the way in. Did Aura even know that Apple Bloom was going to put it inside? Did Apple Bloom forget to mention that? It didn’t matter. As soon as her penis even touched Aura’s vulva, there was no way Apple Bloom could stop. The need to put it in Aura was that intense. It was like a physical force driving her to push in. Every inch of her penis that she felt enveloped in that passage was making the rest of her penis ache to join it. The more she delved into the foolish Aura, the more she hungered to feel what the filly’s passage felt like even deeper inside.

Apple Bloom hadn’t orgasmed all day, and boy was she ready to. She couldn’t imagine how she’d put off orgasming so long before this whole boy thing. Just the thought of not doing this to a filly was maddeningly frustrating. Sitting there buried hip-to-hip inside Aura, the thought of calling this off or taking it easy wasn’t just annoying to Apple Bloom. It was terrifying. She wanted to be in there so bad, she didn’t feel like she could pull out for anything, and she absolutely just had to be in there when she orgasmed. Even if her dick just pulsed emptily, Apple Bloom had to feel Aura around her when it did. She guessed that’s the same reason why Aura did this to herself. Aura just wanted it so bad, just like Apple Bloom did right now, and as the other pony’s soft insides caressed Apple Bloom’s turgid flesh, Apple Bloom couldn’t help but feel that she was doing something very, very right.

Apple Bloom wasted little time before she began pistoning in the filly, her mouth dropping open with heavy breaths as she focused on hooking Aura’s hips in her hooves and pulling herself against, and into, those soft hindquarters. Aura was quieter than the other fillies, taking it more passively than even Sweetie Belle had. Apple Bloom had to slow down after a while just to remind Aura,

“Y’gotta push... back too. It feels... better that... wayyyohwoah”

Well now things were getting going. Aura was panting heavily as she rammed her hips backwards obediently and emphatically. Her head was down and her body was slicker than even Scootaloo had been. Apple Bloom was sweating too. It hadn’t been especially hot for a summer day, but with Aura’s moistness filling the air around her and the intense physical activity, Apple Bloom was slick against Aura not just on her labia, but hugging around her too. Strange that something as slight as a small hip thrust would be so heavily exerting, but it made Apple Bloom’s heart race at a mile a minute, and she had to do it so forcefully just from the sheer desire egging her on. It wasn’t hard to hold onto the pony it was just... hot and wet and intense. But nowhere was more hot and wet than inside Aura’s hips, and Apple Bloom was quite happy to feel along every inch of it, plumbing Aura’s depths with her new, but well used colthood.

Apple Bloom was surprised to feel herself swell up so soon, stopping her thrust as her penis flared inside the other pony. She felt like she was going to go over already. Like she’d been sliding her penis in this filly for the past entire day, all through break and all yesterday working up to this moment, and the physical contact with Aura was just the icing on the cake. She shoved in when her dick blossomed outward, making sure that when she did flare, Apple Bloom flared up nice and deep, all the way in where Aura could really feel it. Making sure Aura could feel every goldurn inch of it, and making sure Apple Bloom could feel every hot fold and ridge Aura had to share with her in there. Apple Bloom could feel Aura was like in there, and that simple fact was mind blowingly amazing.

“This is it Aura,” she panted over the pony’s shoulder, “I... I orgasm when that happens, and when I orgasm either I’m gonna fill you to bursting with boy stuff or... or we’re in trouble.”

“Nnh,” Aura moaned wordlessly, managing to say “I really like... the idea of your boy stuff... but it’s okay. Already feel,” Aura scrunched her face up, a contraction rippling around Apple Bloom’s shaft, making Apple Bloom flare up strongly again with a needy moan. “Already filled... to bursting,” Aura sighed happily, pushing back her hips to grind against Apple Bloom’s crotch.

Apple Bloom just started thrusting again without another word. Aura looked so beautiful beneath her, and Apple Bloom couldn’t stand the anticipation. She had to know what would happen. She had to orgasm. She had to piston her thing in again and again until it hit her like an out of control locomotive. A thrust sent a rush of pleasure from her dick to her entire body, and with the next thrust she knew she was there. Each time Apple Bloom pushed in and out, her pleasure reliably racheted up one thrust after the other, until it exploded in her head and her eyes filled with stars. Apple Bloom drove herself deep when she started orgasming, hoping even as she throbbed and swelled inside the pony that she could put it in there. Trying so hard to feel from within her the hot pulse of‒ of‒ a thick spurt of cum erupted out of Apple Bloom’s dick right into Aura. Yes! Apple Bloom moaned in satisfaction as her dick pumped more earnestly now, pushing her ejaculate into the filly with spurt after spurt.

It wasn’t the third spurt that Aura herself orgasmed again. Aura didn’t even make a single sound when that stuff started to fill her, just slowly lifted her head and inhaled, and then her insides went nuts. That must have orgasm been number three for Aura, all in the span of minutes. Apple Bloom could only look down at the pony in wonder as Aura gasped and shuddered, her cunt throbbing rhythmically around Apple Bloom’s dick even as Apple Bloom’s dick throbbed rhythmically in its own way, with pulse after pulse. One more and it should‒ Apple Bloom felt her own semen leak out Aura’s opening down her ballsack. That’d have gotten every inch of her. And Apple Bloom was still going!

Apple Bloom clung tightly as she emptied out into Aura, her compulsive pumping making the excess semen patter and drip from their connection into a thick puddle on the ground. It was hard to count... it happened so fast, but it seemed like an eternity! That had to be seven, no 8 spurts of that stuff. More than enough to fill a filly completely. It made Apple Bloom wonder about why there was so much extra, and it made her wonder why she felt so good for making so much. Something in her just felt proud about how she made so much of it that it bubbled out between them and dripped down their legs.

Apple Bloom felt warm and happy for doing it anyway, and her heart swelled with pride when she realized that she did stop Aura’s estrus after all. Aura was right, and everything was gonna be O.K. It was so amazing to watch all that desperate need just drain out of Aura as the boy stuff cooled her heat. And not just any boy stuff, but Apple Bloom’s boy stuff. Apple Bloom got to be the one to give this relief to her, and Apple Bloom got to be the one leaving a little bit of herself inside Aura for doing it.

Apple Bloom didn’t even pull her dick out right away, just leaving it in there as long as she could, luxuriating in the feel of holding Aura tight against her chest, of her own slimy semen surrounding her penis in there. She didn’t want it to shrink but it did, and pulled out of Aura all on its own in its determined return to her sheath. Not that Aura complained when Apple Bloom did come out and climb off of her. Aura just nickered contentedly and let her tail fall to a neutral position. They stood there for a while, the wind blowing the sun dappled shadows dancing across their flanks. Aura seemed to realize what she’d done then, lifting her head up and turning to face Apple Bloom, her ears going guilty low, saying,

“S‒sorr‒” Apple Bloom bopped her on the head.

“That was plum stupid of you!” she said to Aura, then put the hoof on her own chest saying, “But it was plum stupid of me too.”

“I should have known how much this meant to you. You and everypony in school. I let you sit there and stew in your own estrus when I could have tried harder to get ahold of those colts, or found out more about myself and how I could help you, or at least got you to drink some of that gall blasted tea! I was only thinking about my own problems, and not considering how what I did might be hurting other ponies. I got your hopes up and then let you down, and all I was thinking about is how that hurt me, not how it hurt you.”

“I should have been more confident in myself. I should have trusted you more. You did the right thing, Aura, even if you didn’t know it. Your body was tellin’ you that I had more boy stuff to give you and you listened to it and trusted your instincts, while I was sitting there ruminating in my head and worrying about worst case scenarios. It’d be just silly if colts weren’t as good at ending estrus as fillies were at having estrus. Why else would there be estrus at all?”

“It’s okay Apple Bloom,” Aura said putting her hoof on Bloom’s shoulder, “I was being stupid. I did just what you told me not to, and you were right. And that’s okay, because sometimes I just do things that are stupid. It could have gone a lot worse if you were not there to save me,”

She pulled Apple Bloom into a full chest to chest hug, saying, “I can’t believe how much better I feel! I felt like I would never feel good again, and now it’s all gone! Nothing left in there, just you.” Apple Bloom patted her back, finding it curious that the filly’s close scent still tickled at her senses even when the urgent smell of estrus was washed away. Even after they’d separated penis and vagina, Apple Bloom still felt like being close with Aura, and Aura just seemed taken with Apple Bloom, not in a hungry way but in a tender way. Amazing what the span of what couldn’t have been more than 10 minutes can do.

The puddle Aura made from her filly juices was already soaking into the ground. The white boy stuff seemed more reluctant to, but Apple Bloom scuffed some dirt over it and declared it “camp clean.” Apple Bloom tended to Aura hidden back in the bushes there as they were, and nosed at her hindquarters now and again until the thick glops stopped leaking out of there. Then she looked out over to the open hardtop area and, facing Aura, said, “Hey, you wanna go play four square? I see Archer over there.”

“Really?” Aura said rearing up with a big smile. She settled down then and corrected herself in a more level tone, “I mean, yes.”

Way over by the slide, Scootaloo was talking earnestly with Sweetie Belle.

“I just don’t get it!” she said to the grumpy looking unicorn. “Apple Bloom’s your friend! She isn’t even any different as a colt. Well, except for the estrus. She’s still got the same jokes and the same attitude. Why can’t you be around her anymore?”

“I just can’t” Sweetie said emphatically. “Why do you care? I just have to wait until she’s a filly again.”

“It’s been one day and she’s already missing you, Sweetie. Can’t you just ignore whatever you think is wrong with her?”

“She is not the problem!” Sweetie Belle huffed. Then she got an uncertain look on her face, which a pony more observant than Scootaloo might have caught on to.

“Who is the problem then?” Scootaloo demanded. “Diamond Tiara? If she’s been threatening you I’ll‒”

“It’s me, okay?!” Sweetie snapped back. She looked down saying, “I’m the problem...”

“You’re not a problem, Sweetie!” Scootaloo said confused, “You’re her friend! And you’re my friend too!”

“That’s just it,” Sweetie mumbled.

“Just what?” Scootaloo asked.

“Just... just drop it. I don’t want to talk about it,” Sweetie Belle said stomping a hoof for emphasis, with almost enough force to bend straw.

“Well‒ well fine!” Scootaloo said, settling on her haunches in a huff and crossing her hooves. “I didn’t want to hear about it anyway!”

“Can’t we just keep playing cards?” Sweetie Belle begged. Scootaloo hesitated, but gave in pretty easily.

“Alright, fine. ...I’m a famous explorer who first navigated the Neighponian sea.”

“Who is Pole Marker?”

After school, Apple Bloom had a chance to get some much sought after answers. But first, she had to figure out how to dodge Big Mac. He was right there waiting after class, like he thought she was going to try and dodge him or something. Of all the nerve! Still, he could be reasoned with if you did it right.

“Let’s go past the bakery on our way home,” Apple Bloom suggested innocently.

“Why the bakery? Hankering for a treat?”

“I reckon I am,” she said cheerily, skipping towards that part of town. When they got there she casually mentioned,

“So I was wondering if I could meet a... friend out back behind the‒”

“Nope.”

“It ain’t a filly though,” she said craftily, “It’s a colt!”

That gave Big Mac a moment’s pause. Apple Bloom smirked inwardly, wondering what he was going to try next.

“You been seeing colts?” he said suspiciously. Buck!

“No! No. No,” she reassured him, “This is just a friend I made at school. He wanted to meet me behind the corner. Ah think I see him!” She tried waving to Rumble, who was standing there in the shadows. If she could get him to come over here, it’d make things easier!

“He did, huh?” Big Mac said quite aware of a lifetime of Apple Bloom’s wily ways. “Was that before or after you stopped bein a filly?”

“Wha? Bu‒ after,” she said surprised at his question. He sure seemed to care a lot about fillies and colts! “Not that I can see why it’d matter but, he and I were talking today and we just wanted to continue our conversation after school.”

Big Mac was quiet, looked like he was deliberating, but then he said in a surprised tone, “You made friends with other colts already?”

“Ah have colt friends!” she protested, then amended to say, “Friends who are colts ah mean. There’s Pipsqueak and uh,”

Now that she thought on it, Apple Bloom didn’t have many friends at all who were colts. What was up with that? No reason that colts and fillies couldn’t be friends, right? Why were they always separated at school though?

“That ain’t Pipsqueak,” Big Mac noted.

“No his... his name is Rumble,” Apple Bloom said carefully, “And he’s really nice! And uh...” she tried to think what a colt would say, “and cool!” she finished. Big Mac looked down at her wanly, but nodded his head saying,

“Go have fun. I’ll stand watch.”

“Fine,” Apple Bloom grumbled, “But he ain’t gonna do nothing to me.”

“No, I mean for other fillies,” Big Macintosh said, “Or mares.”

Apple Bloom didn’t have words for that, so she just took a few steps, looked back at him, then gallopped after Rumble into the alleyway.

Turns out it wasn’t just Rumble, but also Featherweight for once without his camera, and an earth pony colt with a similar color scheme to Rumble, if bluer. She recognized the third pony as the head editor for the school paper, with a squarer jaw than Rumble and less windswept hair, but couldn’t recall his name. At the sight of the three Apple Bloom almost backed herself right out of the alley again, surprised to see so many colts at once.

“Wait!” said Rumble, in a voice no filly could say no to, “We’re here to help!”

“W-what’s this all about?” she asked uncertainly.

“First, we gotta see how bad it is,” he said, gesturing with a hoof. “Featherweight, if you could?”

She was less intimidated than weirded out by the spindly colt walking over to her. He actually had some muscle on him, but his legs had just grown too long for it. So he walked right up to her, probably gonna take a bunch of pictures of her for some kind of science thing. He squinted at her flank, and then carefully sniffed her. Wait what?

“Aura,” Featherweight announced in a light tenor, “A lot of Aura.” He sniffed again, “Some Scootaloo. Archer’s got to him too.”

Apple Bloom shoved the colt away in a panic going, “You go around smelling fillies? What is wrong with you?”

Featherweight rolled his eyes and just walked back to Rumble, remarking behind himself, “Like I have to. You can smell fillies in estrus half a wingbeat away. Don’t tell me you hadn’t noticed.”

Apple Bloom blushed and she definitely had noticed. Smelling herself was probably the oddest experience in that respect.

“Have you been experiencing any headaches,” the bluer “earth Rumble” listed off in a steady and cute, if somewhat congested voice, “Drowsiness, difficulty concentrating, sweating, aches and pains, heated hindquarters, itching, fever, or hot flashes?”

“Whaat?” Apple Bloom said, completely confused now. “Ahm still a colt, you know that right?”

The two behind Rumble looked at each other and snickered, while Rumble just looked relieved. “Thank Celestia,” he said, “It looks like we got to you in time.”

“You don’t have to lie to us,” Featherweight said in a friendly tone, “We won’t fess you out to the fillies.”

“Seriously. Boys.” Apple Bloom emphasized with a stomp, “What is this all about?”

“I’m Rumble,” Rumble said.

“Ah know‒” Apple Bloom started to mutter when Featherweight added,

“And I’m Featherweight.”

“And I’m Shady, Shady Daze,” the third colt said evenly in a friendly tone. Bloom just stayed quiet at that, and filed his name away in her mental folder of “Colts who are not Snips and Snails.” You know, the mental folder that has a big lovey heart mentally scrawled on top with bright pink mental ink. He wasn’t as athletic as Rumble, but looked a lot stockier, with a lot more power behind his punch so to speak.

“We saw you come to school,” Featherweight explained, “When you came the day before yesterday, you transferred right into a school full of fillies on estrus.”

“You didn’t seem to understand you have to keep away from fillies at a time like that,” Rumble added.

“Why are you avoiding fillies anyway?” Apple Bloom demanded, “It ain’t nice, and they need your help!”

“So we thought we’d try and warn you before it was too late,” Rumble finished, ignoring her.

“Too late?!” Apple Bloom declared. “What are you talking about? Is this some colt thing?”

“More of a filly thing,” Featherweight muttered.

“We had to try and warn you,” Shady said with a note of urgency, “Before you went and caught... it.”

“It?!”

“Haven’t you ever wondered why fillies get estrus?” Rumble said intently.

“Not... really?” Apple Bloom said cautiously, “It has to do with the sunlight and the length of the day. Remember that sex-ed class a while back?”

The boys looked at each other in confusion, then Shady looked to Apple Bloom saying, “Yeah, why?”

“Didn’t you learn all about estrus and pineal glands and stuff?”

Featherweight furrowed his quite prominent brow, saying “They didn’t talk about a pineal gland.”

“You must have had a different class than us,” suggested Shady tapping a hoof under his jaw.

“Well sure,” Apple Bloom admitted, “Ah had the one for fillies, but they can’t be that much different?”

Rumble smirked and said, “You can tell us. It’s a great excuse, but we’re all colts here.”

Apple Bloom just mouthed silently, her temper starting to strain at how weird these boys are being.

“It’s time we warned you of the dangers about fillies,” Shady said in sort of a spooky tone.

“What makes fillies go into estrus is actually something called...” Rumble dipped his head and leaned close to say in a conspiratorial whisper, “...cooties.”

“Cooties?!” Apple Bloom exclaimed, “What in the hay is that?”

“Cooties is what makes fillies go into estrus,” Rumble repeated, as if that answered anything.

“Nopony knows if it’s a disease, or a curse,” Featherweight added his voice warbling uncertainly.

“Why else would your brother lie, about you being Apple Bloom?” Rumble laughed, “He was just trying to scare off the fillies so they wouldn’t get you.”

“We know you’re a transfer student, just like I was, and you need to know about the Cooties,” Featherweight asserted strongly. Apple Bloom tried to get a word in edgewise, but Shady spoke up then, saying,

“Cooties get into a mare, and make them hot in the drawers, and make them act all crazy forcing them to give the cooties to other ponies. That’s why you have to hide during Season, and that’s why you are in danger from hanging around fillies.”

“We just don’t want you to hang around fillies not knowing the truth,” Rumble said concernedly, “If you hang around fillies too much, you’ll catch their estrus!”

There was a long pause, in which Apple Bloom could have put a word in edgewise if she wasn’t completely dumbstruck at what they were saying. Finally she just bust out laughing, imagining those poor colts getting “hot in the drawers” because of the evil possessed fillies. And now she was rolling on the floor from it. Oh mah Celestia, what the buck.

“What’s so funny?!” demanded Featherweight, but Apple Bloom was laughing so hard all she could do was point at him and try, but fail to answer. They were looking totally confused, but patient enough to wait for Apple Bloom to wind down and collect herself.

“He he he, whew!” she said with a merry tail flick, “That’s a good one boys, best I heard in years. You really had me goin’ there for a sec!” They just stared at her. “You’re joking, right?” she said laughing nervously, “You don’t seriously think that”

“My own brother wouldn’t lie to me!” Rumble insisted hotly. “And neither would Featherweight’s dad!”

“Yeah?” Apple Bloom asked with a weak chuckle.

“Yeah!” he responded.

Any trace of a laugh died in her throat as Apple Bloom’s eyes widened. “Oh mah Celestia, you really do think you can get estrus from fillies.”

“This is no joke!” Shady insisted furiously, “It really happened to a colt once! He hung around fillies and didn’t listen, and he really got it!”

“Who is this... colt?” Apple Bloom asked skeptically.

“He transferred away,”
“He’s still in the hospital.”

Shady and Featherweight both said at the same time.

“He might be in the hospital,” Rumble added in a dark tone, “Forever.”

Apple Bloom was once again, dumbstruck.

Very slowly she brought a hoof up to her face, and massaged the frog into her furrowed brow. Then she stomped it down saying urgently, “Alright, I don’t want to bad mouth your brothers,”

“Dad” Featherweight interjected.

“Dad,” agreed Apple Bloom, “But you have got it so gol durn wrong that you actually got it the exact opposite of the way it is!”

“You think you have a better idea?” Rumble said looking offended.

“Ah don’t think, ah know!” Apple Bloom insisted. She stuck a hoof in the sky where the sun was peeking into the alley, saying “Mares get estrus from the sun. When the sun stays in the sky long enough, like in summer for instance, the sunlight stimulates a mare’s pineal gland in their head and that causes a reduction in melotonie, which combined with FSH from the hypothalamiss causes her follicles to generate ovules!”

“I know what a hypothala...mus is,” Shady cut in, “But what are ovules? Follicles? You’re making this up.”

“They’re like eggs,” Apple Bloom explained, “But sort of, lots smaller than chicken eggs? I didn’t really get that part. And follicles are these feathery things inside a mare down by the crotch, which is right where she gets her heat!”

“Mares have feathery things in their crotch?” Featherweight said not quite disbelievingly.

“No like deeper inside like, didn’t you see the diagrams? What’d they teach you in sex-ed?”

“They don’t teach you anything about mares in sex-ed,” Rumble said with a grumble, “They didn’t even explain the diagrams!”

“I know the difference between a vas deferens and an epididymis, but couldn’t even tell you why mares have that second hole,” Shady added somewhat bitterly.

Apple Bloom thought for a minute, at that. Apple Bloom didn’t really know what that epididything was herself, and come to think on it Twilight Sparkle had tried to talk about the male diagram, but got embarassed somewhere around spongiform tissue and ended up turning it into a metaphor about boats or something. Then she went right into gross vaginal disorders that put Apple Bloom off her lunch for a while.

“If ah didn’t know better,” Apple Bloom pondered to the heavens, “I’d say they just conveniently skipped over certain parts so nopony would think to try...”

The boys would never understand why Apple Bloom’s eyes suddenly narrowed.

“Diamond Tiara,” she ground out between her teeth.

“What about her?” Rumble said cluelessly.

“Oh, nothin’ nothin’” Apple Bloom said, bringing herself back to the present. “Look I don’t know how to make you trust me or anything, but what I’m saying is the honest truth, and it’s real important! So listen close okay?”

The three leaned towards her expectantly.

“Colts can’t catch estrus,” Apple Bloom explained, “Because they have way different things between their legs. Without the follicles or the... the ovules it just can’t happen. Why else would I even consider becomin’ a colt? Unless you get yourself turned into a filly, you’re perfectly safe. And even if boys could get estrus, it’s the sun that causes it not a... not a disease, so unless you been hiding like this in the shade for the entire year, then if you could get estrus, then you’d have it. Look, not only can colts not get estrus.”

Apple Bloom stood on twos, spreading her front hooves for maximum emphasis, looking them straight in the eye.

“Colts,” she said, “Can cure a filly’s estrus.”

The three stared at her in stunned silence.

“You done back there?” Big Mac’s voice called from outside the alleyway. So much for silence.

“Not quite! Just gimme a minute!” she shouted back.

“You really think my dad would... lie to me?” Featherweight with just a hint of doubt.

“Well think about it,” Bloom said to the spider colt, “If grownups couldn’t tell you about fillies in school, then why would they be able to do so at home? Maybe he just got distracted, or maybe he was fibbin’ to prank you.”

“Or maybe...” Rumble said ominously, “Maybe the grownups want fillies to stay in estrus.”

“I‒ I didn’t say that,” Apple Bloom stammered, backing up a step despite herself. “But it... I mean if they have a good reason, they sure ain’t tellin it. Ah don’t understand grownups at all, but I’ll tell you one thing.”

She stomped a hoof saying, “I’m gonna cure as many fillies of estrus as I possibly can, and I ain’t gonna let my brother stop me! You can listen to your brothers,”

“Dad,” Featherweight corrected.

“Dad,” Apple Bloom continued aggrivatedly, “But there are a lot of fillies hurtin’ somethin fierce right now, and let me tell you it hurts good, but it still hurts enough to drive you up the wall! I’d feel bad if I was you, for lettin grownups pull you into their crazy ways. This ain’t just playin with scissors or buildin’ trebuchets or any silly thing they don’t want you ta do. You have the power to cure a filly’s estrus; all of you do! And I think you should do it.”

“How do you do it?” Shady asked, entirely wrapt in attention.

“Well first you uh,” Apple Bloom tried to word it right, but it was just so crazy they’d never believe her if she just said it. She blushed and fussed a bit at the difficulty in explaining just how you did it in a way that showed how sweet and awesome it was, but all she could think of sounded just silly and gross. “You put your uh,” come on Apple Bloom, think!

“Hey, why don’t I just show you?” she said, brightening up. “We can meet at my‒” She stopped again then, not sure if she should reveal the secret clubhouse of the three and only Cutie Mark Crusaders. Then again Rumble and Shady didn’t have a cutie mark. But Featherweight did.

“You got any kind of sort of... private place we could all meet?” she said tentatively, “Like ah... clubhouse or something?”

The three conferred, and Rumble said, “It’s... sorta private. We have a strict ‘no fillies’ policy.”

“Well maybe it’s time you relax that requirement.” They still looked reluctant, and Apple Bloom sighed, saying “And maybe it’s time I relaxed that requirement. Listen I got a... if you meet me at the southwest orchard I can show you a little... place I got. I’ll have to ask mah friends of course, but I know they’ll say yes, especially to you, Rumble.”

“Me?” he blinked at that.

Blushing, Apple Bloom went on, “Listen we got like, a day left of school. Plus ah got a studying thing with some friends that afternoon. But after school’s out we got plenty of time, so on ah dunno, Saturday afternoon maybe come by the southwest apple orchard after lunch. If you can get that far, I’ll meet you at the main entrance, and I can show you the truth about fillies.”

Featherweight whispered to Rumble, who whispered to Shady, then the three of them nodded. “It’s a date, then!” Rumble announced cheerfuly.

“A d-d-d-date?” Apple Bloom asked calmly and suavely, totally not going red faced and tiny pupilled at what he said.

“Maybe if you want it to be,” Rumble offered slyly, leaning up close to Apple Bloom.

“Apple Bloom, you done yet?” Big Mac said irritatedly, poking his head around the corner.

“Just fine!” she yelped, “Finished! Just finished. Just, remember what I said!” She shouted to Rumble, then trotted off quickly to where Big Macintosh was waiting. She couldn’t say anything else, because she might tip Mac off that she was about to blow the lid off this petty little conspiracy of the older generation, using a little conspiracy of her own. So she had to leave the boys unanswered, to stew in their thoughts, as Macintosh accompanied her across town to the Apple family farm. While all the while she stewed in her own thoughts.

Rumble was gay. Apple Bloom was a colt now. Put two and two together. Was he gonna ask her out? Did she just ask him out? She kinda did, but on accident, and it would be with fillies and colts and not just the two of them. But he called it a date! What did he mean? Did she really just invite three cute‒ two cute boys to their clubhouse?

Meanwhile back in an alleyway behind the bakery, a lightweight brownish pegasus remarked curiously to an exotic grey pegasus, “Why was he still calling him Apple Bloom?”

Dinner at the Apple family house was less tense then it had been the last two nights. Apple Bloom was pleased as punch that she managed to convince Granny to convince Winona to convince Big Macintosh that it was okay for her to go and study with Dinky. To make the deal even more juicy, sweet Aura had shown Apple Bloom that Apple Bloom could keep helping fillies. Just had to wait a while to recover apparantly, make more of that boy stuff up inside her.

Apple Bloom blushed at the thought that she was probably even now making boy stuff, somewhere inside her pelvis.

The eatin’s was roast mushrooms and hay sticks, with plenty of cider to wash down the hay sticks. It was pretty simple fare, but Apple Bloom was proud to think that she went and harvested all the mushrooms herself. She also got a chance to try some apple bucking, mostly because Applejack was away, and was sure she’d upped her production by at least 10%! She almost had a whole basket of apples by the time she was done. And that from barely being able to buck apples at all from the distractions of estrus. Being a colt gave her a comeback, and then some!

Unbeknownst to Apple Bloom, the evening wasn’t going quite so well for a certain unicorn friend of hers. Sweetie Belle still couldn’t believe the look of horror on Rarity’s face when she innocently asked if you could end your estrus with your hoof. Rarity said she should never ever do that and should not even be thinking of such things, estrus or no, and to just keep drinking her Moon Tea and everything would be perfectly fine.

Well it wasn’t perfectly fine. When Sweetie found how Apple Bloom could do a thing that felt great and fixed her estrus without having to drink that bitter tasting tea, she was so happy at first. It felt great and calmed her down and, it was just like a satisfying meal. But she hadn’t slept that entire morning after having been done by Apple Bloom. She just sat there watching the sun rise, buried in her plush comforter worrying about what she did, and wishing she could be the good little filly she was last year, instead of what estrus was making her become.

She had yelled at Rarity. Why did she do that? She didn’t hate Rarity! How could Sweetie ever say something like that? Her mind kept going back to Apple Bloom the very, very nice colt, and that was really the only reason she could think of. He wasn’t the one who did this to her. He didn’t even know he was doing it, it was just her own feelings being twisted by the estrus. That stupid stinky horrible estrus was what did this to her. Just standing by a colt was enough to make her act like Rarity, and for once in her life Sweetie Belle was absolutely terrified of emulating her sister.

Her parents wouldn’t listen to her when she said she didn’t want any more Moon Tea, and they kept making her carry it all the way to school. It was easy to dispose of it quietly before class, and that meant she was disobeying, and that meant she was bad! But Sweetie didn’t care because, even if she listened to them she would always be bad. Discord had done the worst possible thing. Now she had an evil ugly thing inside her that would come out whenever Apple Bloom was there, and she couldn’t stop it. Not just any old colt now, but her best friend. Just the thought of screaming madly at Scootaloo or Miss Cheerilee, or locking Scootaloo out of the clubhouse so she could be with Apple Bloom, or treating Apple Bloom not like a pony but just a means to an end because he’s a stallion, using him and then throwing him away, Sweetie Belle didn’t want to be like that!

She had to be like that though, because estrus and colts would make her do it, just like they did to Rarity. It was so unfair! Sweetie was just desperate to save her friendship, but every time she was around a colt it made her feel funny, just like Rarity, and that meant she would be a Meanie Belle, not a Sweetie Belle, before she even knew it. That had to be what the funny feeling was. Rarity wouldn’t be like this if it didn’t feel good. One second Sweetie Belle would be happy and huggy and fuzzy inside like the feel of hot chocolate on a cold winter night, and that’s when it would strike. And then she would be yelling at Scootaloo telling her she hated her and to get out of the Boutique this instant, and saying no Scootaloo could not help her with her stallions, and saying how Scootaloo was a dirty little filly with bad thoughts, and shut her out of her life without even explaining why.

It had to be true, because, why else would Rarity act like that? Sweetie Belle loved her sister, and she knew Rarity would never do anything to hurt her on purpose. So it had to be the estrus doing it to Rarity, and making her that way...

And now Sweetie Belle had estrus too.

She felt like a ticking time bomb when she hid from Apple Bloom during breaks. She didn’t know what to do about what was inside her, besides stay away from stallions always, and every time her heart ached to be with Apple Bloom she knew it was just the evil ugly thing trying to tempt her into falling further into its trap. She had to avoid Apple Bloom, and she had to avoid stallions if she wanted to remain herself and not turn into a nasty mean mare in the shadows.

She was currently staring at the door to Rarity’s boutique as the sun crept lower in the sky, trying to get it to open up by sheer force of will alone. Which is actually a sensible strategy for a magical unicorn, but she couldn’t do more than make the locked handle jiggle. Pounding on the door with her hooves didn’t do any good, or elicit any response from inside. Rarity was supposed to be watching her this afternoon! Sweetie had already played with Pinchy and Noi, well played more like listened to them complain about estrus. Her school work was in her saddle bags inside the boutique. It was past time for Sweetie’s going home snack, and her special goodbye hug. And there was nothing she could do about it, besides wish that the door would open.

With a click the door opened, and a weary looking purple stallion with wavy blonde hair walked out of it. He looked down at Sweetie staring up at him like a deer in headlights and said, “Oh boy.”

“Don’t go in there,” he said in a cheerless tone, “She’s in a mood again. You do not want to be around her, just trust me on that.”

Sweetie Belle was too on edge to process his words, but once she had digested the simple fact that the door was open, she sprang into action, scrambling underneath him and squeezing into the door crack he was standing in.

“Don’t‒” he said trying to extricate her before she ran in, but then he just looked inside and sighed, letting the door latch and walking away from that place.

Sweetie Belle had to walk with care to avoid tripping over something. The Boutique got really messy this time of year, and all the lights were out too. She stopped short at a scary pony’s head right in front of her, illuminated in the shadows, but it was just a fallen mannequin. Sweetie Belle first found her saddlebags and then went looking for Rarity. It was easy to find the unicorn. You just had to follow the sounds.

The indirect light was even dimmer in Rarity’s bedroom. She had all the curtains drawn tightly shut. It looked like Rarity had half fallen out of her bed, and was leaning against it in the darkness, just sitting there weeping.

“Rarity,” Sweetie Belle said. Her shaky voice sounded so loud in the darkness. Rarity immediately launched herself at Sweetie Belle from the bed, snarled at her face with an incredible rage and fury,

“You are not supposed to be here, this is my private business! You want to see me like this, breaking into my house like a little thief get out get out get out!!”

Sweetie Belle balked, but bolted by the second “get out,” falling on her way down the stairs (again) and tripping over everything on her way to the front room, but not even slowing down until she was outside in the late afternoon sun. Then she just sat there and sobbed helplessly, her tears hitting the dirt. Just like Rarity.

“Oh honey,” her mom’s voice said, after way too long, long after Sweetie’s tears had all dried up. “Why are you sitting outside?”

Sweetie sniffled and looked up to see her parents, coming to pick her up late, as usual.

“She musta been waiting for us, the little sweetheart,” her dad said warmly.

She shouldn’t, but Sweetie went and gave her mom a big hug. The older pony just pushed her to hoof length and said, “Personal space, honey!” Sweetie looked down, then looked over at her dad who raised his hooves defensively saying,

“Oh no, not this time of year!”

Mom was pounding on the door saying, “Rarity, honey, come out and say hi. We’re here to pick up your little sister!” If Rarity heard, she gave no indication that she had. “Hello, are you in there?” Mom gave the door another pounding and tried the latch. She faltered a bit when the outside latch didn’t budge, but regained her usual cheery smile shouting, “Okay! See you tomorrow! Love you honey!”

The two of them walked off, Dad shouting back to Sweetie, “Well get a move on! We have to make tracks if we’re gonna get home in time for a nice hot dinner.”

Sweetie warmed a bit at the thought of food and started walking after them, saying “S-s‒” but her voice was too unsteady to talk still, so she just silently ran to catch up with them, following in their lengthy strides with her short quick hoofsteps.

Somewhere far across town behind a metal gate inside a fancy mansion, Diamond Tiara was being recognized and lauded for her talent and achievements.

“They were so naive and trusting,” she said cheerily, “It was easy to make them doubt themselves. I bet they went that very night and tried to do it with their hooves!”

“Diamond Tiara,” her father said in a jowely tone, by a sunlit filagreed window from floor to ceiling seated comfortably in his plush armchair, whatever arms are. “You never cease to amaze me with your resourcefulness. Isn’t it sad those poor little ponies don’t know the truth, and they fall for it over and over again.”

“That’s not the best part though,” she cooed to him strutting along the lushly carpeted floor of his reading room. “When the orange one came to school the next morning she didn’t look like she had gotten a wink of sleep last night, but the yellow one? You know, the worst of them all?”

“She has been quite a thorn in your side at times,” her father agreed, tipping his glass at her approvingly. “But you always manage to come through in the end. She can’t compete against a pony in the know.”

“She made a deal with a demon,” Tiara giggled delightedly, “You remember the one who brought Chaos to Ponyville?”

“Wish I could forget,” Filthy grumbled tossing back his drink. He was always nicer after a few of those, and she knew well to take advantage of ponies who thought being nice was a good idea. Always a good opportunity to remind herself of what a superior pony she was.

“Well Ap–” she caught herself, “The yellow one must have done what I told her to do, and her estrus made her so crazy that the demon approached her! And you know what he did? I just learned it today I didn’t believe it at first, but it’s true!” Diamond watched her father pensively as he refilled his glass with the smelly liquid, timing her next words just right, “She like, sold her soul or something, so that the demon would... turn her into a colt!”

Filthy Rich spat his drink out in shock, to Diamond’s delight. Before he could recover she explained herself more clearly. “She or should I say he came to school and was absolutely humiliated!” Diamond exclaimed beaming with praise for herself. “She thought she could make friends with a demon isn’t that stupid?”

Collecting his wits quickly, Filthy nodded saying, “Yes, friendship is sneaky that way. You think you’re doing the right thing, but all you’re doing is being a doormat for somepony to walk all over you. Still, that is rather low to fall, even for one of them.”

“I almost slipped because the teacher was all like, gaga over him and really laid into me but she didn’t do anything except tell me to be good. She thinks I’m going to trust her! So I’m not sure how to um... I’m still considering my options,” Diamond said diplomatically. “I think this could really ruin their friendship though, and then maybe I could get some dirt on the unicorn, and she wouldn’t have any ‘friends’ to help her. And then the unicorn knows the dressmaker you know the one with the gems cutie mark? If I bully her just right, the unicorn filly can steal all the jewelry supplies I could ever need!”

“That’s a very good long term plan,” Filthy agreed, putting down his drink and folding his hooves worryingly. Her smile faltered at that, and perceiving her moment of weakness he said, “On the short term however, I am very concerned with your involvement with that Silver Spoon filly.”

Diamond relaxed waving a hoof at him lazily and looking away. “Oh pfff, don’t worry about that one,” she said easily, “I would never make friends with like, her. I’m just using her, to get what I want!”

“And what is it that you can get from her?” he said seriously. Diamond was glad she had turned her head away that moment, because she didn’t want him to see the twisted rage on her face.

She looked at her father composedly and blandly then, and said, “I’m sure I’ll figure something out. She only thinks we’re friends. Soon I’ll have something to threaten her with, and then she’ll... like... give me connections to get at her family!”

“You do understand that you’re not to have any friendships, right?” he said still serious, but he relaxed unconsciously so Diamond knew she was going in the right direction.

“Not in like, a million years daddy,” she said smugly, “I wouldn’t fall for friendship even if a filly came begging and kissed my hooves.”

“You’re a very smart filly,” Filthy Rich said, settling back in his chair with an amiable smile. Diamond Tiara just about glowed with contentment. She was a smart filly, and he respected, and recognized that! “You understand the truth about friendships more than a normal filly your age,” he continued. “They’re nothing but traps ponies use to exploit your good nature, so you don’t need any of them at all. You have something better than friendship.”

He ended on a leading tone, so Diamond nodded and said agreeably, “Yeah. Money!”

Filthy nodded, saying, “Money is never going to betray you like friendship is, because you can always count how much you have. So you stay away from friendships, and stop treating that Silver Spoon filly so nicely.”

Diamond’s ears twitched but she didn’t let them go down. “Yes, daddy,” she said neutrally.

“Now go on, have some fun,” he said waving a hoof at her dismissively and turning to face the window. “I’m sure you have a lot of planning left to do for tomorrow.”

“Yes, daddy!” she said a little more excitedly, “I will, daddy! Thank–” He shot her a sharp glance. “I will take full advantage of your advice, daddy,” she said more demurely. He relaxed then and nodded, his ignoring her a sign that she was free to leave. She trotted briskly out of his reading room, and safe from his watchful gaze looked around with a dissatisfied feeling in her chest. What she needed was to find some of the household servants to bully.

Author's Note

And then Diamond Tiara was never a relevant part of the plot again.

Sweet Surprise

Apple Bloom was hip deep in Doolots when Scootaloo finally managed to track her down. “There you are, Applebloom!” she said, poking around behind the school’s garden shed to see Apple Bloom mounted up on another filly, going at it energetically. The filly’s ordinary looking bicolored lavender mane hung sweatily on her greyish off-blue head, the horn emerging from it flickering intermittently with a pink glow to the rhythm of their intromission. Her expression was one of wide eyed shock, a clear indication that her rear had only just been introduced to Apple Bloom’s business end.

“Bit... busy, Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom said, slowing in her thrusting enough to look at her friend.

“Heh heh, sorry,” Scootaloo said, waiting for them to finish.

Apple Bloom resumed focusing on the task at hand again when Liza spoke up very shakily, “W-w-wait!”

Apple Bloom gave a disappointed groan, but her hips slowed to a halt and she took another breath and said in a controlled tone that concealed a smouldering desire, “Sure Liza, what is it?”

“It’s... it’s...” With how she was underneath Apple Bloom, Liza couldn’t entirely turn to face Scootaloo, looking at her out of the side of her face. Which, considering they’re horses with huge eyes, isn’t all that much of a problem. “It’s O.K. if she watches?!” Lisa managed to belt out finally. Scootaloo blinked at that, and scratched the back of her head self consciously. She hadn’t thought of whether this might be the sort of thing a pony wouldn’t want others to watch.

But maybe it’d be best to wait until Bloom finished with her to ask Liza what’s up. Scootaloo didn’t say anything else, but walked over beside the two of them so Doolots wouldn’t have to crane her neck so much to see her.

It seems Apple Bloom shared Scootaloo’s confusion, saying “Mmm, why wouldn’t it be?” in a distracted tone, starting up her thrusting again. Liza really seemed intent on this though. You could tell her body wanted her to stop talking and just start taking, but she resisted anxiously.

“Can’t... can’t move and... it’s... safe?” she hissed out.

Apple Bloom slowed up again, and said “Ugh, of course it’s safe. It‒” she humped once eagerly despite her attempts at restraint, “This is mah friend Scootaloo, don’t... don’t worry your... head.”

“I can leave if you want,” Scootaloo offered reluctantly. Surprisingly she really wanted to stay, even though she wasn’t the one getting plowed at all. Her own body was responding pleasantly to this eager action, finding herself drawn to the fascinating join between the two of them, down where Apple Bloom’s shaft rested hidden, or occasionally slid out, gleaming, between them.

“You... you can stay I just...” Liza swallowed, “N-never done this before... just... please don’t laugh.”

Scootaloo did laugh at that, saying, “Are you kidding? You two look amazing! Why would I laugh at that?” Apple Bloom was looking at Scootaloo with a half lidded mask of arousal, her barely controlled hips shoving her dick into the unicorn eratically. That was another thing Scootaloo didn’t understand; it was like Bloom was actually getting turned on by her just being there. Then again, wasn’t Scootaloo feeling the same thing? Maybe not on the same level though. Apple Bloom looked really out of it.

“I-it’s kind of fun to... watch,” Scootaloo admitted feeling a bit apprehensive at saying that. Too often ponies wanted to ruin your fun once they found out you liked it. But Apple Bloom just gritted her teeth and moaned at that, turning to face straight and humping at Liza in earnest. If Liza had any more protests, she sure didn’t voice them. Her voice seemed captured by the same powerful force that was driving her to rock her hips back against the colt wrapped around and inside her.

It really was fascinating how Bloom’s penis just sort of disappeared inside Liza’s grey blue bottom, only to emerge again looking like it could never have fit in there in the first place. Fillies really did have a lot of space in their pelvis, considering. With the physical connection between them, Apple Bloom and Liza almost looked like two parts of one animal, pushing at each other smoothly and in perfect sync. It reminded Scootaloo of a running panther, or a speeding train maybe.

It was also exciting to watch how the two of them subtly changed as they approached climax. Like how Apple Bloom stiffened and her mouth closed tightly. How she stopped watching her hips, and looked into the air, as her thrusts went from deliberate to fluid and automatic. And Liza was no longer just blushing in her cheeks. She had a full body flush that shone on her belly and hindquarters, right through her short blue fur, and the more Apple Bloom went in her, the more she participated in the effort, her hips hiking up and rocking back, working the penis deeper and more firmly inside her. Liza would almost look like she was relaxing, no doubt as the penis shoved the heat out of her mind, were it not for her heavy breathing that turned into wet gasps that were rising in pitch.

Scootaloo found her own hindquarters warming up just at the sight of them doing that, like they had when she listened to the sounds of Apple Bloom and Archer making love. Once again Scootaloo avoided sitting down, trying to ignore it like she had grown reluctantly used to. Scoots still remembered fondly how Apple Bloom’s boy stuff quenched her own burning need... just the other day right? So it’s not like she needed any more or anything. No reason to be greedy after all; the filly known as Scootaloo was already taken care of, and she wasn’t going to let other fillies suffer just because of a little lingering estrus in her. Still, it was making her squirm, not to mention Apple Bloom’s heady scent trickling across her nose, and her interest peaked when Liza’s eyes suddenly opened.

Liza looked back at her own thrusting hips in a frightened wonder, mouthing wordlessly before grunting and throwing her head back, eyes scrunched shut. Apple Bloom moaned and shoved inside her, riding Liza’s rolling hips while Liza’s own thrusting turned into a repetitive jerky stillness, her disarrayed purple tail flopping against the other pony’s side.

“You doing it Apple Bloom?” Scootaloo asked, unable to see what was going on from their hip’s close embrace.

“N‒no she’s jus’...” Apple Bloom slurred with an intense look of concentration as she bit out the word, “Orgasmin’...” Liza could only give a moan in confirmation.

Wow... Scootaloo was actually watching a filly orgasming right in front of her. Not even the most secret affairs of the CMC had managed to reach that stage. Well, Scootaloo had, but she couldn’t exactly watch herself. Sweetie Belle had just massaged her little pillows and occasionally sensually stroked her outer lips. And Apple Bloom had more of an exploratory style, spreading herself and pushing at her depths, a pastern gently touching on her nipples as she sighed happily in pleasure. And that was as far as they’d gotten together.

That was before. Before estrus. Now with this filly quivering and shaking at the drop of a hat, it was clear just how much estrus had awoken them all, changed their bodies over a period of days from wannabes into powerful orgasm machines. Scootaloo remembered herself doing it before estrus, but only after a good deal of determined effort. What once was a challenge to achieve, was now a natural affair that happened so easily you could almost do it by accident. It was even dangerous how easy it was to do, and how hard it was to stop. And something about that was really bucking hot.

What was really hot though, was the moment after that quiet stillness that Scootaloo called orgasm. When the filly Liza’s eyes fluttered open, and her clenching contractions stilled, Apple Bloom started thrusting again. It was just like with Scootaloo. The pegasus imagined, no remembered Apple Bloom driving into her determinedly, Scootaloo’s mind blowing orgasm only egging her friend on. Nothing felt as good as orgasm, but what Apple Bloom was giving Liza now was a continuous sort of stimulation that still felt good enough it kept you from coming to your senses, and that felt wonderful. Scootaloo could only liken her own experience to the thrill of freefall. Liza was totally into it now, shoving her hips back as hard as Apple Bloom was driving hers forward. Liza’s eyes had a droopy lovestruck look to them and she didn’t even care if her tongue lolled out.

When Apple Bloom paused again, groaning and shoving up deep, a realization of something sparked in Liza’s eyes, as her panting turned into a strained moan.

“How about now?” Scootaloo said eagerly. Soon as she did, Apple Bloom started thrusting again though, slowly and with great effort.

“Just... flarin’ up again... almost...” Apple Bloom said hotly, her eyes closed with concentration.

“He got bigger,” Liza gushed, huffing as Bloom swelled up into every inch of her turgid canal.

“Awesome, isn’t it?” Scootaloo grinned at the thought of exactly what Liza was talking about. She had a good idea Apple Bloom wouldn’t last long at this rate. Liza was about to get it good. As if something swelling up big and thick and smooching up against the inside of your cunt wasn’t good enough. Scootaloo shifted uncomfortably on her hoof tips. Her loins were really tickly now. Maybe she shouldn’t be watching this after all, for her own sake. She couldn’t bring her estrus back could she?

“You know I should‒” Scootaloo started just as Apple Bloom gave a strangled shout shoving up deep in Liza and holding there, quivering and straining her hind legs forward. “Are you doing it?” Scootaloo repeated excitedly her earlier doubt forgotten in an instant.

Apple Bloom didn’t answer, but Liza gave a sharp intake of breath and her eyes widened, then turned liquid. “Yes he iiiiiiis,” she announced adoringly. Her cry cut off into a wet gasp when it looked like she lost the fight to contain him. Before Scootaloo’s captivated gaze, the place where their crotches joined squelched and burbled, dripping thickly with Apple Bloom’s trickling seed. If there was any doubt in Scootaloo’s mind, it was gone in an instant before incontrovertible evidence. Though it looked like they were just standing there, Apple Bloom’s seed trickling from Liza’s entrance meant that Apple Bloom had put it into her. Every time a pulse of it squirted out of her, that meant that inside Liza’s unremarkable blue belly, Apple Bloom was pumping it right now.

Scootaloo had to bite back a moan. She thought she was done with this! But in reality she’d been feeling hotter between the legs all day, and she couldn’t deny her body’s reaction to the raw sight of a stallion’s seed. Still, it wasn’t as bad as it was before, so she just had to knuckle through it, right? Whatever a knuckle was. There were so many fillies who hadn’t felt the relief a dick could provide. But Scootaloo imagined wistfully that, if there weren’t so many, then maybe she could get Apple Bloom up against the wall again and‒

“Alright,” said Apple Bloom’s voice as Scootaloo snapped out of her thoughts. Apple Bloom shoved off of Liza, sliding right out of her and causing a pulse of thick fluid to slip out Liza’s vagina as she did. “What’d you need to talk to me about?” Apple Bloom asked Scootaloo brightly, her wet dick dangling prominently between her legs. There was a pregnant pause and Apple Bloom’s eyes widened in shock. She turned to Liza saying guiltily, “Ah’m sorry! Didn’t mean to just... shove off you. Ah mean, you should be all settled now. You don’t need any more, right?”

Liza nodded without turning to face them, waving a hoof and closing her eyes saying, “Sure just... just give me a minute.” She had her hips tilted forward now as if she wanted to keep Apple Bloom’s stuff from trickling out of her by doing some kind of a pony flagon impression. Actually that’s probably exactly what she was doing. But wait, Apple Bloom had said–!

“You can make more??” Scootaloo asked Apple Bloom excitedly.

“Uh, heh, nah I can’t for a while,” Apple Bloom blushed and crossed her hoof saying, “I mean, look at it it’s already gettin’ all small again.” Sure enough, her dick was contracting up into her pelvis with a smooth certainty. “Ah can pump it out uh, 8 or 9 times I think. It’s awful hard to count when I’m doin it. But after that I’m plum tapped out.”

Liza had switched to lying on her back, rocking slightly and making little pleased noises, wiggling her hooves. Apple Bloom smiled at her affectionately and bent her head down to nuzzle at Liza, who pulled herself up on Bloom in a tender hug. It was a sappy sort of gesture that made Scootaloo roll her eyes, but Apple Bloom seemed to like it, and Liza probably wasn’t really thinking all that clearly after that anyway.

And Scootaloo couldn’t deny that when she did it, there had been that kiss...

Apple Bloom was soon sitting with Liza, both of them looking pleased as punch as they leaned against one another. It was so peaceful and endearing a scene that Scootaloo was glad that nopony else came around behind the garden shed here to disturb them. Scootaloo wanted to acknowledge the way it made her heart swell, with a big sappy lovey dovey awwwww, but she valiantly fought the urge down in the name of all that is cool.

“So is that what you wanted to know, Scoots?” Apple Bloom said, looking evenly at Scootaloo. Apple Bloom could look Scootaloo in the eye even sitting down the way she was, with Scootaloo fully standing, once again reminding Scootaloo of how freaking tiny she was. But she didn’t let it faze her, answering quickly.

“No, no I wanted to tell you about Sweetie Belle,” Scootaloo said.

Apple Bloom looked relucantly at Liza then back at Scootaloo again saying, “Is it the sort of thing that can wait a bit?”

“Why’s that?” Scootaloo asked a bit testily.

“Well it’s just,” Apple Bloom looked at Liza again and shifted closer to her, “We gotta talk in private about that, and ah wanted to sit with Liza a bit. When I make the boy stuff it makes me feel so relaxed like and friendly, and I think it does it to a filly too. It’s a great way to make new friends I’d say. So I been taking to sitting together after we finish, just enjoying the feel of it, and being there for her while she’s taking it all in.”

Apple Bloom nuzzled the pony next to her warmly, saying “I really liked being like this here with you, Liza. And I think you like being here with me too.” Liza’s answer was to just silently lean her head against Apple Bloom’s side, a happy sigh going through her relaxed body. Apple Bloom back at Scootaloo apologetically saying, “Y’know?”

“Ugh, gag me with a spoon,” Scootaloo groaned, pantomiming the activity. “You two can have all that sappy huggy stuff to yourself. Just meet me over by the jungle gym when you’re done.” With that she zipped off for the ludicrously elaborate play structure of its namesake.

Apple Bloom lifted her head up and watched Scootaloo leave, somewhat thoughtfully.

“You should go to her,” came Liza’s voice not just in her ears, but radiating from her chest.

“Ah know,” Apple Bloom admitted, laying her head over Liza’s, “But I don’t wanna leave you hangin. I know I helped you, but... you helped me too.” she chuckled, “Emptied me out good.”

Liza giggled in response saying “All I did was stand there, silly.”

“If that’s standin’ then I’m the mare in the moon,” Apple Bloom said wryly, “What I mean to say is, you did good. I really enjoyed doing it with you.”

“Scootaloo helped me too,” Liza remarked.

“Come again?” Apple Bloom asked uncomprehendingly.

“She was there, and she was okay with it and... she made me feel less scared about it. She knew just how I was feeling,” Liza attempted to explain, hesitantly adding, “I had somepony to talk to, when I wanted to say how it was making me feel. I liked that.”

“Guess so,” Apple Bloom said, “I don’t wanna say I’m already old hat though. This is all so new to me too! Twice as much since I wasn’t even a colt a few days ago!”

“You sure are good at being one,” Liza said with a sly smile.

“Maybe ah should try that though,” Apple Bloom pondered. “Find a colt to talk to about how all this is making me feel. I bet he’d understand. I mean I could tell you how good it feels to pump that stuff outta me, or how my penis flaring up feels like a sorta super satisfying stretch, but ...y’know what I mean?”

Liza nodded her cute little round head, saying “I think I kind of get what you’re saying.” She paused and repeated herself, “You should go to her. Scootaloo needs you too.” She paused again and added, “Not just in the penis way.”

Extricating herself from the purple and blue unicorn filly, Apple Bloom stood up tall and looked off to the distance, saying “Ah know, but don’t think for a minute I don’t want to sit with you until your head’s on straight again.”

Liza giggled, “Don’t worry I feel fine. Better than fine, even! Your boy stuff is amazing I haven’t felt this good in... like... ever!”

Apple Bloom smiled at that, looking back at her and saying, “Thanks Liza, I mean for getting my head on straight, I mean, for Scootaloo and all.” She paused a second with a confused expression, then added, “Not just for the penis thing. Are you sure you’re gonna be alright by yourself?”

Liza nodded, standing up herself. She shifted her hips, doing whatever with her passageway in there, but no more of Apple Bloom leaked out of her and that seemed to satisfy her. “I’ll be fine,” she said consolingly, “I need to get back to my friends anyway. I sort of snuck away from them in the um, heat of the moment, and they’re probably worried about me.”

“Alright,” said Apple Bloom, “Just don’t you know, brag about it or nothin’ because like I said ahm tapped out for another I dunno, day or so. Might be able to get more colts involved soon, but they’re a tricky bunch to convince. So, no need to remind your friends of their own estrus problems, for now at any rate.”

“I will try to be discreet,” Liza said in her high fluting voice. “Maybe I’ll wait a few days... see if they notice.”

Apple Bloom laughed, “Well, good luck whatever you do. I’m gonna go find Scootaloo. See you, Liza! Nice meetin’ you!” She gallopped off around the shed then, heading for the jungle gym.

Liza was smiling watching Apple Bloom run off, but her face fell when she heard some familiar words coming from right behind her.

“Well well well. What do we have here?”

The Ponyville Playground Jungle Gym wasn’t exactly the best place to tell your friends to meet at because it was so darned big. You just had to methodically swing on the tire swing up to the first platform, crawl across the net to the west south tower where there was a rattly rope bridge leading to the east platform with the climbing wall, and so on and so forth until you found whoever you were looking for.

As far as places to wait to meet people, it was pretty awesome though. A filly could tire herself out climbing on a tiny bit of the thing and there’d still be more to explore. There was plenty of places to swing on, and plenty of secret forts to defend and just about two ways in and out of everything. Usually more ways out than in because of the liberal application of slides and chutes at every opportunity. Some of them were tricky even. You would think you were crossing solid wood and next thing you know it you’re shooting out to dump on the sand below and you gotta climb up all over again.

Apple Bloom found Scootaloo eventually, busy getting tangled up on the rope netting off in the northeast quadrant. Apple Bloom had spotted Scootaloo from one of the lookout towers, and she climbed inside, then jumped down the two stories one after the other without even hitting the ladders, using her momentum to charge over in that direction, jumping on the ropes head over heels where Scootaloo was with a “Geronimo!”

“Hey Apple Bloom!” Scootaloo said greeting her brightly as the netting bowed and swung crazily underneath them. “That was fast. You didn’t have to hurry I’m fine waiting.”

“Nah it’s OK Scoots,” Apple Bloom said flopping down beside the pegasus, “Liza was real nice about it. I think she knows the value of a true friend.”

“Heh, yeah... we’re um, friends,” Scootaloo said, pulling her hoof out of the netting hole and rolling, which inadvertently, and a complete coincidence mind you, caused her to bump into Apple Bloom. Not that Scootaloo noticed or anything. She was just calm and nonchalant about the warm feel of their markless hips coming in contact with each other.

“So what did you want to talk about?” Apple Bloom asked. She hesitated, and looked around to see if any other foals, such as a gaggle of fillies that she had to take care of, were following or in hearing range. It’d been a good day for her though, and they tended to leave Apple Bloom alone after they saw her going off with a pony, since that meant she wasn’t going to be available for any easy estrus fixings until maybe tomorrow. So they were alone now and could probably talk in private without getting spied on or molested.

“Oh! Um,” Scootaloo’s ear flicked as her smile turned to a frown saying, “It’s about Sweetie Belle.”

Apple Bloom sighed, looking down at her pelvis. It looked so innocuous looking with the dick retracted like that. “She still avoiding me?” Apple Bloom asked unhappily.

“I... yeah,” Scootaloo said listlessly, “I just... I don’t know she’s having... I just really need your advice. I’m no good at this weird relationship problems thing. She’s having a real problem, and I just don’t know what to tell her!”

Apple Bloom looked at Scootaloo worriedly saying, “Did she say anything about what it is?”

“She did a little,” Scootaloo said, “But as soon as she let it slip she clammed up. I don’t think she wants to talk about it.”

“Well she has to talk about it,” Apple Bloom asserted, “Holding somethin in and dwellin on it ain’t a good thing to do. She can’t even tell you though? What did she say?”

“Well I don’t know and maybe I’m saying this wrong but,” Scootaloo fidgeted nervously saying, “She thinks colts are going to make her evil.”

Apple Bloom blinked at Scootaloo unbelievingly before saying, “Yeah, um, you’re gonna have to go into more detail than that.”

“Stallions are making Rarity evil!” Sweetie Belle had said to Scootaloo earlier, while they hid away in their namesake clubhouse.

“Oh no!” Scootaloo yelled, “This is just like that nightmare I had! Quick, we have to find her friends, Princess Luna and Spike’s fire ruby!”

“You had that dream too??” Sweetie Belle asked incredulously. “But no,” she clarified, “I just mean evil, like mean and angry and not being nice to me.”

“Pff,” Scootaloo rolled her eyes, “This is Rarity we’re talking about. That’s nothing unusual.”

“It is so unusual!” Sweetie said in an angry pout, but her face fell into more of a distant fear. “She has stallions come over,” Sweetie said dully, “For her estrus I think. But I thought they were mean to her and made her cry.”

“Which stallions?”

“I don’t know,” Sweetie Belle said uncertainly, “She doesn’t seem to... care? But that’s not it. What it is is that I could help her with those stallions and keep them from being mean, but when I asked she said no!”

“I dunno Sweetie,” Scootaloo said, “What could you possibly do to stop full grown stallions from being mean?”

“Oh lots,” Sweetie said nonchalantly, “I can look at them like this,” and she gave Scootaloo the most heart shattering nose bleeding watery eyed sorrowful look that Scootaloo could possibly imagine. Then Sweetie Belle rubbed her eyes out and smiled saying, “And then they will treat my sister nice.”

“You‒guh, uh, geh,” Scootaloo said, trying to recover from that look.

“So I asked her if I could help her with her stallions,” Sweetie went on undauntedly, “And she just started yelling at me! She said I was just a little filly with a filthy little mouth who is too stupid to know what I’m talking about. And when I asked what I’m supposed to know, she just shut the door in my face. And my horn got stuck!”

“Wow Sweetie,” Scootaloo said, “That‒ that does sound kind of evil.”

“It’s the stallions,” Sweetie Belle insisted. “Rarity is never like this outside of estrus. She’s the best sister I can ever have! But when she started on estrus she wasn’t like this either. She drank her Moon tea and was a good little filly, and played with me and... stuff I don’t really remember, but it was only when she started to be with stallions that she turned into a meanie.”

“Like, what does she do?”

“Well,” Sweetie elaborated, “She’s supposed to be watching me after school and she’s just started locking me outside and making me go play by myself. What kind of sister locks her own sister out of her own Boutique?!”

“Not Rainbow Dash, that’s for sure!” Scootaloo agreed fiercely. Sweetie paused at that, but went on.

“She only spends time with stallions now and never with me, or even her friends. She won’t let anyone help her, and I’m the only one who knows anything is wrong, but everypony just tells me to not worry about such things. And most of the time she won’t be with anypony. She just sits all alone by herself, in the darkness with glowing eyes.”

Sweetie shuddered to herself.

“It’s... not the stallions either,” she said quietly.

“But I thought you said‒”

“I tried to sneak in, but that didn’t work. But I could watch just barely through the window curtains to see what the stallions did, and they don’t do anything mean at all. They just talk with her and then she yells at them, and then they hug for a while and I guess that’s when they put the boy goo in. And a lot of them are nice stallions too I mean,” she blushed thinking of the last, tall, muscular, musky smelling one, who didn’t seem evil or mean, just... tired. “I just think they are... nice...”

“Sweetie...” Scootaloo said uncomfortably, “You have got to be getting something wrong here. Why would Rarity act so mean, when the stallions aren’t even being mean to her?”

“I don’t know,” Sweetie Belle whimpered, “I think maybe... that Rarity might... be broken.”

“Well I can tell something is wrong with her!” Scootaloo announced crossly.

Sweetie continued to explain, “I think there’s something inside her that is evil and bad, and it... comes out when she stays with stallions.”

Scootaloo shook her head, “Nah, that can’t be it. Remember this whole thing about Apple Bloom? I been hanging around her non-stop since she turned into a stallion, and I’ve never felt less like screaming or being mean. You remember how I was when she first did me, right?”

A couple days before that, Scootaloo had zipped back into the classroom, having been dispatched earlier by Cheerilee to find out why Apple Bloom was absent today. It was the strangest day ever for Sweetie Belle. First there was Spike introducing himself, but then there was a real new student just barging in like he owned the place, and it was a colt. He was an amazing colt. He even made Sweetie stop thinking about Button and his boystick I mean joystick I mean joyboy. It looked like the entire class was captivated by him, and Apple Bloom missed it!

Apple Bloom would have loved this colt. He looked like a down to earth farm boy, the kind who bucks apples every day. The kind who would make a filly really happy and would never bring Apple Bloom any harm. He looked like the sunlight that came through the trees on a warm summer day. He‒

“Sweetie, could you get to the part about me already?”

“Hehe sorry.”

After the colt ran out and still no sign of Apple Bloom, Cheerilee had asked the speedy Scootster to go check if she’s alright.

“Scootster?”

“You’re Scooteriffic!”

“Ugh...”

Scootaloo had returned, looking heated and blushing from head to hoof, and she said that Apple Bloom was sick, even though she was lying because Apple Bloom was really a colt, and Scootaloo wanted to give her the special colt hug to make her estrus go away. Sweetie couldn’t really think about that though, because her insides were hot and squirmy, and the Moon tea was making her dizzy so she had to hold back on drinking more for a while. The lesson had been about... something, and she fantasized about asking Button to let her copy his notes, which she never could do because he was a colt and she was in estrus, but she still imagined it.

“This is the weirdest flashback ever.”

“I’m the one having the flashback, so don’t complain!”

“I’m having a flashback too, you know!”

And then after school, Scootaloo had come riding up to Sweetie Belle looking amazing. She wasn’t flushed, and she wasn’t waddling to reduce the stimulation. Sweetie would say she was back to normal, but Scootaloo was even better than normal. She was both energetic and content, like after the time when they went camping. And the reason for this, she was very happy to share with Sweetie.

“Oh, it’s so good to see you!” Scootaloo said hugging Sweetie tightly. “I just found the most super terrific awesome amazing thing! You remember that colt who showed up in class?”

“How could I not?” Sweetie squeaked though she tried not to but it always caught her by surprise.

Scootaloo leaned close and whispered conspiratorially, “It was actually Apple Bloom.”

“What was Apple Bloom?”

“The colt!”

Sweetie’s eyes grew bigger at that, and she started remembering that colt. He didn’t have Apple Bloom’s trademark bow that day, but he had the same lemon yellow coat, and the same bright red curly locks cascading down his shoulders and over his rear. He had looked a lot like Apple Bloom, and even sounded like her if you imagined Apple Bloom as a colt. Sweetie imagined Apple Bloom now as that swarthy, muscular, tall colt, the one who just strutted into class one day without a care in the world. He hadn’t even realized nopony recognized him...

“Nope!” said Pinkie Pie, “One more level and you’re at Inception, and you don’t want to do that!”

“No way,” Sweetie said to Scootaloo unbelievingly, even though the vivid picture in her mind was unmistakable. She couldn’t not see the colt as Apple Bloom anymore. That unbearable tickling in Sweetie’s hips got even stronger thinking about it, just begging her to itch them somehow. She wanted to go find a pole and... and maybe try that for a while.

“Yes way,” Scootaloo said, “And you know what stallions can do about estrus, right?”

Sweetie nodded, then her eyes got even bigger. “You didn’t!” she said, twitching her nose trying to pick up Scootaloo’s hot spicy tang. But it was muted as it had ever been, instead of the way it was with estrus, like shouting into a bull horn. Scootaloo really had done... that! That special hug thing that Sweetie Belle didn’t really understand since the evening hadn’t come yet and Apple Bloom hadn’t done it with her.

“I sure did,” Scootaloo said strutting in front of the small unicorn. “And it was great! She was making my estrus go away even before she used boy stuff on me!”

“How did she do that?” Sweetie asked imploringly.

Scootaloo just winked at her and said, “Well maybe you should stop pining after Button for a second and ask Apple Bloom to show you herself!”

Sweetie looked down at the ground, because it was interesting ground not because she was afraid. “Oh, I could never do that,” she said sadly, “I‒I mean if Apple Bloom really is a colt now I couldn’t just‒I mean...”

“Don’t worry, Sweetie Belle,” Scootaloo said to her, nuzzling her neck encouragingly. “Apple Bloom isn’t any different or colty or anything, she’s just like she used to be before estrus.” Scootaloo added in a whisper, “And she has a boy thing!”

“You’re joshing me,” Sweetie said pertly, whoever Josh is.

“I swear it’s true!” Scootaloo insisted, wings buzzing with excitement. “Here, look!”

“Look at woah woah!” Sweetie said as Scootaloo shoved her butt right in her face. It’s true Scootaloo’s wasn’t quivering or radiating heat or twitching or sticky looking or anything. Sweetie still blushed at how easy it would be to just smush her face into Scootaloo. It wasn’t making her blush though, and any thoughts she had of burying her face in it or licking it were just the estrus making her mind act weird. At last, approximately 2 seconds later, Sweetie was free of her friend’s butt, and Scootaloo said,

“See? No heat!”

“I’ll just, um...” Sweetie lost her voice, pulling her tail in and squeezing her aching thighs together tenderly. And like it had done since estrus started, the squeeze kept going up all the way inside making her feel wobbly. Visions of the new colt were dancing in her head, and the dance was very provocative. “Where... is Apple Bloom?” she asked carefully.

“Um, I last saw her at the clubhouse. But I don’t think‒”

“Gotta go,” Sweetie said tightly, trotting off towards the southwest orchard.

“Wait!” Scootaloo called behind her. “I went to the skate park after that! And then we uh, ate lunch just now. I don’t know if she’s still there.”

“You mean you are telling me about something so wonderful, and now I can’t even do it?” Sweetie said, tearstruck.

Scootaloo’s face fell, and she said, “Oh no Sweetie, I didn’t mean... I mean you can... you just have to ask and...” In another uncharacteristic hug she said, “Don’t worry Sweetie we’ll help you, just you gotta be patient.”

Sweetie sighed. Their conversation had got her so excited that she was feeling hot and wet in there again. She needed more Moon tea. She needed some time to herself. She needed to just... get her wits together.

“I’m going to take a walk before class,” Sweetie said. “Alone,” she added when Scootaloo tried to follow.

“O-okay Sweetie. Sorry again; I know what that does to your body. Just... good luck cooling down.” She turned away and mumbled “Sorry,” again and buzzed off. But really Sweetie was the one who should have felt sorry, because it was the first signs that she was turning into a meanie.

Sometime days later, long after Sweetie’s experience with Apple Bloom, that wonderful night of learning just why the stallions were hugging Rarity on her bottom, it was Scootaloo’s turn to flashback again. Scootaloo was trying to console Sweetie Belle at the time, who had just confessed a terrible story about her older sister Rarity.

“I’m sure it isn’t being close to stallions,” Scootaloo said confidently. “I was so close to Apple Bloom that I think she hit my belly button in there, and all it did for me was make me all sappy and giggly. I don’t think I could get angry at somepony after that if I tried, not even Diamond Tiara.”

The two looked around fearfully for a moment but thankfully invoking her name alone would not cause Diamond Tiara to manifest in the tightly closed clubhouse in which the two fillies were confessing their deepest secrets.

“It’s not you, it’s me,” Sweetie Belle clarified urgently. “Rainbow Dash never yells at you when she’s with stallions. Applejack never yells around Apple Bloom when she... um, if she is with stallions. It’s only Rarity.” Sweetie shuddered and looked down sorrowfully as she remembered her sister in a way she never wanted to.

“She doesn’t have estrus the same way,” Sweetie went on with difficulty, “And it makes her different from other ponies so when she’s with stallions she gets... gets broken and yells at them and hides in the dark and screams at me and calls me a thief and makes me run away,”

Sweetie Belle was crying hotly at this point, and Scootaloo felt paralyzed. She just didn’t know what to do. “A-and since I’m her sister,” Sweetie forced herself to continue, “T-that means I’m the s-same way.”

“No you’re not,” Scootaloo urged, trying to reach her somehow.

“Yes I am,” she just sobbed, her tears hitting the clubhouse floor.

“No you’re not, Sweetie!” Scootaloo said demandingly. How could she even think‒

“Yes I am!” Sweetie shrieked, stopping dead as she looked straight at Scootaloo. There wasn’t a trace of anger on Sweetie Belle’s face. She just looked scared, like there was a monster behind her, or, or closer than behind her. The forgotten tears were running down her cheeks.

Scootaloo looked down darkly, saying, “If you tell anypony about this, I’ll never hear the end of it.” Then she lunged forward and hugged Sweetie Belle right around the chest. Like not even a nuzzle or a one hoof, but a double hoof full upper body bear hug. And that opened the flood gates for the poor unicorn, and they sat there for a while with Sweetie just pouring her heart out without even saying a single word.

...

“So wait a minute,” Apple Bloom said, “Ahm confused.” She adjusted her sore bum on the rope netting of the jungle gym. “Sweetie thinks that Rarity has some kinda evil estrus that makes her mean,”

“Yup, something like that,” Scootaloo said grimly.

“An’ because they’re related then Sweetie Belle has it too?”

“She totally doesn’t, but she wouldn’t listen to me!” Scootaloo said, waving her hooves in the air for emphasis.

“So why wasn’t she crying or anything?” Apple Bloom asked curiously.

“What?”

“This is Sweetie Belle. She cries when she stubs her hoof. If I was scared of gettin’ some evil thing from Applejack attackin me then I’d be cryin. Seems like Sweetie would be bawling her eyes out.”

Scootaloo curled her hooves in front of her, saying “Oh, um, I might have left out a few minor details,” her muzzle scrunching up a bit. “So what do I‒” she added hastily.

“Wait, so she was crying?” Apple Bloom cut her off.

Scootaloo was quiet for a moment, then said, “Maybe a little.”

“And what did you do?” Apple Bloom said, pulling herself up to a sitting position.

Scootaloo remained laying back and said, “Oh I might have uh, hugged her just a little, you know, patted her on the back, all... cool and stuff.” Something about Scootaloo’s cutely prone hoof curled pose, and the bright color in her cheeks indicated that it might have not been as cool and collected as all that.

Apple Bloom stared off distantly into the trees adjacent to the jungle gym, mumbling almost to herself, “She was afraid of that when she did it with me...”

“Wait,” Scootaloo perked her ears, “She actually went and did it with you?”

“Yeah, you know the whole colt thing? Ah got her estrus gone good.” Apple Bloom couldn’t help but feel smug about that. It’d only been her second time even. She was loving the buck out of this hip bucking activity.

Scootaloo sat up in interest saying, “I never thought she’d have the guts to. When did you do it?”

“It was the night after I took care a you,” Apple Bloom recalled, “She snuck all the way up to the farmhouse, just to apologize! It was the least I could do for her.”

“Apologize for what?” Scootaloo said tilting her head.

“Oh, just Sweetie went and threw a huge fit when she couldn’t be around me. She tracked me down after school it turns out, looking to cure her estrus no doubt. I didn’t know it and told her I’d be a filly again and she just‒”

“Flipped her lid?”

“No, she just got sad at that and wanted to know why. In fact she only flipped her lid when her sister... well her sister and Twilight both helped take her away from me.”

“Why’d they do that?” Scootaloo asked, befuddled.

“Ah don’t entirely know, but it’s something about me bein a colt. Maybe they’re worried about the same thing she is. I mean, I ain’t never seen her so mad before, and it was all over nothing but a silly time out.”

“Well she did think you were going to turn back into a filly without curing her estrus,” Scootaloo offered.

Apple Bloom nodded, “Yeah that’s enough to flip your lid I’d say. Still ah don’t want to make her crazy mean, if she’s got some kinda genetic pro-clivity for it. What do you think, Scoots?”

Scootaloo tapped a hoof against her jaw, then said, “Was she getting angry after you put your penis inside her?”

Apple Bloom blushed at the thought of that. A sixth time and she still wasn’t getting used to this putting your penis in fillies thing. “N-no, she‒” Apple Bloom stopped talking as she actually thought about it.

“You know,” Apple Bloom concluded, “She wasn’t gettin angry at all!”

“So your boy stuff didn’t make her mean?”

Apple Bloom laughed relievedly. “She was rollin on the floor she felt so good. It was so adorable! Said she felt ‘fuzzy’ inside. I tell you she’s pretty fuzzy on the outside too.”

Scootaloo laughed at that too. Sweetie was admittedly a perfect little white ball of fuzz if you looked at her in the right light.

“I wonder why she was so afraid of you the next day then,” Scootaloo wondered. “She can’t have forgotten something like that.”

Apple Bloom paled a little and said in a very apologetic tone, “Oh, ah might have uh... brought up the fit she threw, after we were done. How could I have been so stupid?! Acourse that was gonna upset her.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know,” Scootaloo assured her.

“She even cleaned up after me without even askin,” Apple Bloom went on guiltily, “Said she wanted to do something nice for me, for making her feel so good.”

“Wow,” Scootaloo said, “And I thought I felt sappy when you did it to me. If you call that angry, then my reaction was angry as Azuihotl was when Daring Do managed to tie his tail to the Pillar of Woe.”

“Azu-who?”

“Ugh,” Scootaloo said rolling her eyes, “Only the coolest villain ever to match wings with Daring Do.”

“Oh I uh haven’t read that one yet,” Apple Bloom said laconically.

“You totally should,” Scootaloo said, “I thought reading was boring until Rainbow Dash showed me that she reads it!”

“So, what you’re trying to say is, Sweetie Belle...” Apple Bloom said to start, and Scootaloo finished the sentence for her, with a frustrated kick at the netting.

“...has got nothing to worry about!”

The two of them clambered off the jungle gym and headed back to the school yard, ignoring the other ponies for now. Apple Bloom got a few eyes from fillies but she waved ‘em off. She couldn’t help much since she already put her boy stuff in Liza today. Apple Bloom made another mental note to get those other colts in gear as soon as possible. She didn’t want a filly to have to wait even a day to get their estrus dealt with.

“We gotta do something though,” Scootaloo said while they trotted back towards the schoolyard. “Sweetie Belle is killing herself over this! You should have seen her when‒ I mean wow, but she was‒”

"But how to reach her?" Apple Bloom sighed, "She won't even talk to me, and you, well...”

“...well what?”

“Well it’s just you’re kinda uh...”

Scootaloo just eyeballed her dangerously.

“Uh... never mind.”

By the end of the day Apple Bloom was more than ready for next week’s Geology exam. It certainly wasn’t hard to tell a lith crystal from a granite seed. The last year’s exams were much harder than these, if she recalled correctly. As she walked with Big Macintosh she pondered if maybe there was a good reason for this. It was their first heat after all, and the entire class filly population was all synchronized with it. Maybe Cheerilee was going easy on them?

A corner of her mouth turned up smugly as Apple Bloom remembered at least six fillies who wouldn’t have any problem with exams because of her, and counting! She had a bit of a spring in her step on the way down with Big Macintosh to Dinky’s house. Apple Bloom had pumped Liza Doolots full of boy goo this morning, but she made sure to have a big lunch with plenty of milk and avoid any overeager fillies that afternoon, and by the end of the day she felt ready and eager to take on another. She felt sort of full and tickly down there, with just a hint of internal tension. If that wasn’t boy stuff ready to come out then Apple Bloom was a one eyed pickle.

It was with an eagerness that surprised her, Apple Bloom imagined the pleasant act of putting boy stuff in the whole way there. She might really be a filly inside, but this afternoon at least she could think of nothing more appealing than being a colt, and doing with a filly what a colt is supposed to do to a filly’s estrus. The studying seemed almost secondary to the act of pumping stuff right deep into a vagina, like it was a minor bonus to a major act, even though the studying is what she was going there for. Apple Bloom’d probably remember doing it with Dinky far more than whatever they were going to be studying afterwards. She had to bite back a snicker when she realized the boy thing technically was a form of studying. Studying the inside of a filly’s bottom that is.

She wondered what Dinky would be like. They were in different classes, so Apple Bloom had only seen the unicorn in passing before. Just your ordinary magic purple unicorn. The blonde mane was a bit rare, though. Well, it couldn’t be a bad experience at least. Dinky was a filly in heat just like anypony else, with the same two soft buttons and the one hot button. And it’s not like Apple Bloom was going to visit Diamond Tiara or anything. Dinky always looked so cheerful, but Archer had implied maybe she was more serious than she put out in front of her. It’d be interesting, to say the least.

Big Mac didn’t seem nearly as eager to let Apple Bloom go to Dinky’s house as she was. Especially when it was a mare who answered the door. That mare to be specific. But when she was followed by a chipper brown stallion who stood by her supportively, Big Macintosh relaxed. Dinky squeezed between the two and zipped up to see Apple Bloom with a bright, friendly smile. Dinky didn’t say hi or anything though, just kept on smiling. Mac gave Apple Bloom a little nudge then, and the deal was settled, and she followed the Dew family into their house.

It was a two story house they lived in, with a nice basement. Seemed a little big for just three ponies, but apparantly there was a fourth one out on an exploration mission at the time.

“Your friend Archer is still upstairs,” the stallion said in a pleasant tenor, vaguely remniscent of Trottingham, “There’s some cookies and punch if you get hungry. If you need any help, I’ll be in the workroom downstairs.”

“And I will be delivering the mail!” the grey mare said exhuberantly, in a tone that made Apple Bloom think of wrinkly bald rats for some reason. She already had her saddle bags on, and a snazzy looking if a bit oversized delivery cap on her head.

“Thanks for having me, Mr. and Mrs. Dew,” Apple Bloom said congenially before the mare could head off, “I’m really looking forward to helping your daughter out. Sorry to hear she was struggling on her own, but with me and Archer here, she should be all taken care of far as studying goes before the sun goes down!”

“Awwww,” Mrs. Dew said, putting a hoof down and rumpling up Apple Bloom’s hair. “Aren’t you just the gentlest little stallion.” Apple Bloom hadn’t been wearing her bow these past couple of days. It just didn’t fit right with her new colty physique. One look in the mirror was enough to determine that. She needed a scarf or something, or maybe a tail bow.

“Shucks, ma’am” she said, blushing.

“Oh, but we’re not married though,” Mrs..... the mare said. “My last name is Dew though, but a nice colt like you can call me Dipsy!”

“Dinky is my daughter, and he’s my,” Dipsy said zipping right up to Apple Bloom, whispering with barely restrained glee, “Boyfriend!”

“I’d ask for your hoof in marriage my dear,” the stallion said, “But I’m afraid I’m rather fond of the name Turner.”

Dipsy squealed delightedly and danced over to him, planting a kiss on his cheek, which led to a kiss on the lips, which led to a liplocked embrace with their front hooves held together. They pulled back from that and Dipsy waved one more time before flying out the door, barely even cracking the frame as her ass bumped against it. Apple Bloom was watching the mare and stallion with one raised eyebrow, and Dinky was still ...smiling at Apple Bloom. Huh. But if that is how a kiss was done, then Apple Bloom had been doing it wrong this whole time!

“Ahem, yes well,” Turner said, embarassed at Apple Bloom’s attention, “Dinky can show you upstairs, where you can study with Archer. There’s um, cookies and punch if you get hungry. And without further adieu, I will be in my workroom!” With a melodramatic flourish he threw open the basement door and clambered down it letting the door swing shut behind him.

Apple Bloom looked at Dinky for some idea of where to go at this point, but Dinky wasn’t saying... anything. So Apple Bloom just went upstairs on her own, followed by the little unicorn. It was odd now that Apple Bloom thought on it, why would a pegasus and an earth pony have a unicorn foal? Probably a good explanation for it somewhere. Apple Bloom wasn’t exactly sure how ponies were supposed to mix genetically though. They sure didn’t fertilize each other like plants, but the baby ponies still came around somehow. Just, as in Dinky’s case, sometimes it didn’t make a lick of sense.

“Hey!” said Archer, after Apple Bloom found the door, “You’re here!”

“Yeah uh,” Apple Bloom walked herself into the room they were in, a filly’s bedroom it looked like, most likely Dinky’s. There were some papers set up and a pile of newsprint, some hefty textbooks on the bed with pink sheets and a lavender comforter. The smell of estrus was thick in here, made Apple Bloom’s nose twitch, and made her take in a nice long breath. Dinky definitely needed it, if this was her scent. An overhead lamp cast a calm glow over everything.

“I think there’s something wrong with Dinky here,” Apple Bloom said to Archer, walking in through the door. Dinky was still smiling at her and... otherwise completely unresponsive.

Archer just snorted, saying “Yup, this is my friend Apple Bloom.” She laid a hoof casually over Apple Bloom’s shoulder, who smiled at her out of the side of her face awkwardly. “Just another ...study buddy,” she said chipperly, “Guaranteed to make your studying problems go away!”

There was a pause. Archer took her hoof off of Apple Bloom, standing there uncomfortably then saying, “Um, sorry. Was it too much?”

Still no response. Apple Bloom waved a hoof in front of the unicorn’s face. That managed to snap her out of it, but instead of saying hi she just marched past Apple Bloom and straight up to Archer, then hissed loudly into Archer’s ear,

“You didn’t say Apple Bloom was going to be a colt!”

Archer smiled and replied giddily, “I know, isn’t it great?”

Dinky Explodes (Twice)

Apple Bloom just rested her head on her front hooves as the two fillies in front of her whispered back and forth at a volume that wasn’t effectively hiding anything at all.

“What do you mean great?!”

“What do you mean what do you mean?”

“We’re supposed to study with him?”

“Well yeah, eventually.”

“If you didn’t notice we’re both in estrus right now!”

“That’s why I brought him here.”

“That is the worst possible idea!”

“Oh is that so?”

Dinky paused in the whisper tirade to look at Apple Bloom. Well, look being an understatement of what Dinky’s senses were doing. Her nose flared inadvertently, and then her pupils narrowed. Apple Bloom blushed, and crossed her hoof, backing up a step to try to give her some space. Guess Dinky’s smell wasn’t the only one in the room anymore. The two returned to whispering.

“He’s going to set me off!”

“You’re not a bomb, Dinky.”

“Tell that to my bottom!”

“He’s gonna help you, Dinky.”

“How could he possibly help?!”

“He‒”

“You think I can study with a colt in the room?”

“He‒”

“I don’t care how good he is. Now it’ll take the entire afternoon just for me to cool down!”

“Dink‒”

“Oh Celestia I’m already starting to think about his penis.”

Apple Bloom cut through the whispers with a steady, “Uh, excuse me.” Both fillies’ gazes snapped to her. “Ah think Archer is tryin’ to tell you something, miss Dinky,” she suggested, waving an uncomfortably colty forehoof. It was really uncomfortable to be a colt entirely at the current moment, in fact. Apple Bloom was never this boy crazy, was she?

Yeah. Don’t answer that.

Dinky didn’t listen to Archer, but then began to address Apple Bloom directly, standing there squarely with her short legs spread apart, speaking in an ingratiating and absolutely nerve wracked tone. “I’m terribly sorry for the m-mix up, mister A-Apple Bloom, but we’re going to... to have to call this o-off. Archer and m-me are in h-heat r-right now you see so, so we c-can’t study with our uh with uh... between our... terribly sorry, I mean”

“Dinky,” Apple Bloom said, cutting her words off with all the compassion of a mercy killing. “Ah can cure your estrus.”

The room seemed to shrink around Dinky. “...what?” she said at last.

“Your estrus,” Apple Bloom repeated, “I can make it gone.”

She frogmouthed in shock for a second then her face twisted with disbelief, “No you can’t, stop teasing me,” she said in a clear, bell like voice.

“I can,” Apple Bloom insisted, “Any colt can who knows the trick. It’s easy and fun.”

Dinky was silent, if defiant looking, so Apple Bloom asked, “Archer didn’t tell you, did she? That I was a colt, and that I could y’know... help you study.”

Dinky just shook her head dumbly.

Apple Bloom looked right to Archer admonishing the blue pony. “I can’t believe you set her up! Estrus is a serious problem, not something you can joke about.”

“But... but... did you see the look on her face?” Archer said earnestly.

“Ah did and it was freakin’ me out,” Apple Bloom grumped, “She runs up to the door expectin’ to see a filly and right in full on estrus comes face to face with a colt. That’s just mean.”

“It was my only chance!” protested Archer, “My only other friend is Scootaloo and she was the one who did it to me!”

Apple Bloom blinked and said, “Whattya mean by that?”

“She s-sort of surprised me with the... the whole colt thing and... I really enjoyed it...”

“Well just because she did doesn’t mean you have to. Look at Dinky here, she’s practically dripping!” Apple Bloom gestured with a hoof, then winced not meaning to insult the poor pony.

“I... I... I I need some tea,” Dinky said, trotting for the door. Apple Bloom let her go, but then looked at Archer wanly, saying,

“You gotta go after her. She needs your help.”

“But...but what can I do,” Archer said looking a lot more miserable than when she started this whole “prank”.

“She trusts you, Archer,” Apple Bloom emphasized, “You pulled one on her you shouldn’t have and that trust is shaken, but she still trusts you. You gotta tell her to drop that tea and come up here, and that I’m here to help. Go on, you can do it. You’re her friend.”

When Archer crept down the stairs she could hear a clinking in the kitchen already, and the hiss of a tea kettle. She carefully made her way into the kitchen, though if Dinky noticed she made no sign of it. Next to Dinky was a brewing tea kettle and a box of the tea that every filly this time of year comes to be intimately familiar with. The little unicorn was trying to get a tea bag into the cup, but her hoof was shaking too bad and then her magic faltered, dropping the tea bag to the floor.

“Fiddlesticks,” she swore, pushing her front legs off the counter and climbing down from the stool, having to pick up the tea bag in her teeth.

“You would never have agreed if you knew, would you?” Archer asked softly.

Dinky said nothing at first, climbing back onto the stool and reared up onto the counter, then dropped the tea bag into the empty cup.

“It would be stupid to agree if I did,” Dinky admitted, staring at that cup, her tail twitching incessantly.

“I... I’m sorry,” said Archer from below, “I just wanted to help you. I shouldn’t have... have... not said the truth.”

“You’re right though,” Dinky moaned, her head falling forward, “I can’t even be in the same room with a colt without spooking. Maybe I have a problem.”

“You do have a problem and it’s estrus,” Archer said emphatically.

“Well you have estrus,” Dinky said defensively, climbing down from the stool, then shutting off the stovetop. She turned to Archer saying, “Why weren’t you burning up just being in the room with him? Couldn’t you smell him?”

Archer blushed knowing exactly why she didn’t have a problem between her legs right now. She bit her lip, and faced Dinky saying, “Apple Bloom f-fixed my estrus.” Then she blushed even more, saying, “I know he can do that because... he did... and... he’s really nice and... he won’t lie to you or tease you or anything.”

Dinky gave Archer a long look, noting the blue pony’s lack of a strong scent, the missing stickiness between her legs, her relaxed poise and demeanor, her not being constantly covered in a sheen of sweat anymore.

“You really aren’t in estrus,” she realized in wonder. Then her expression dimmed and she looked aside saying, “I probably made him mad.”

Archer glanced down thoughtfully, “Well, he said he still wanted to help. He told me to talk to you, because I’m your friend, and to bring you back and... get you to drop that tea.”

Dinky giggled, “I did kinda drop it didn’t I.” After a pause, she took a deep breath, firmed her resolve, and looked at Archer saying, “So let’s go back and see if he can help me.” She didn’t look nearly as confident as she sounded though.

When the two returned Apple Bloom uncurled from the floor saying, “Dinky, I’m sorry, are you alright? I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“I-I’m fine,” Dinky said nervously, carefully stepping into her room now aflood with the stallion’s musk rising off of Apple Bloom’s flank. Archer followed her in, and Dinky very deliberately shut the door behind her. Then she turned to Apple Bloom saying, “H-how do we um...”

Apple Bloom sighed, her usual strategy of going straight for the groin seeming a bit fast for this unicorn filly here. She looked about ready to jump out of her skin if Apple Bloom so much as touched her. But hey, maybe Apple Bloom didn’t have to be the one doing the touching...

Apple Bloom puffed up her chest, somewhat more prominent now saying, “First you gotta touch me right here,” laying a hoof across her heart. “I ain’t gonna touch you or move or anything. I just want you to touch me. Here or, wherever you want. I don’t mind it’s okay.”

Dinky’s heart was racing as the colt stilled himself, approaching him carefully looking at him from the side. Was it that easy, she could just... touch him all she wanted? Touch whatever she wanted? Carefully she raised a hoof and laid it against Apple Bloom’s chest, almost startled that she could feel the pony’s heartbeat under there right away. His lemon fur was thick there, and warm.

She looked up at him, but Apple Bloom just smiled and nodded. Encouraged, Dinky brought her other hoof up to brace against him. Sitting on her haunches she felt a little silly swirling her hooves around his thick muscular chest, doing something she never thought she would ever have the nerve to do before. She could get lost in just gazing at that body, and here she was feeling it and sharing in Apple Bloom’s warmth.

Apple Bloom found Dinky’s adoring strokes to be surprisingly calming and more pleasant than she’d anticipated. She sort of wanted to lay on her back and receive belly rubs. She promised herself she’d go back to review that sometime, but Apple Bloom had a job now and that job was studying. Apple Bloom could enjoy herself all she wanted after Dinky’s grades were safe. Pulling away, Apple Bloom presented her side saying, “Okay, now do it to my flank.”

When Apple Bloom pulled away, Dinky found herself reaching after the colt longingly. As his broad side presented itself to her, she nodded at his words and dutifully brought her vaguely manipulatory/ambulatory appendages up to contact his flank. The barrel was round and firm, just slightly plush to the touch. Far down past his heartbeat, but still warm with his body heat. A musky scent was calling her achingly to somewhere underneath him. Her hooves started to stray towards his hind legs inadvertently.

Apple Bloom’s penis meanwhile was quite excited enough to come out from the smell of being in a filly’s room. The physical contact, while relaxing, wasn’t relaxing Apple Bloom’s penis at all. It wasn’t conflicting with that particular kind of excitement, leading Bloom to feel both excited and relaxed at the same time. It was just like that first night of being a boy, trying to sleep in her own room, except here everything smelled like Dinky. Not that Apple Bloom was familiar with Dinky’s smell before this, but she didn’t think now she was ever going to forget it. Smelling it was making her want to do it something fierce. Time to kick this up a notch.

“Okay hold up,” Apple Bloom said, readying herself for full presentation. “I’m gonna lift my leg, and show you my uh... my penis. It’s gonna be okay, and I just want you to know you can... be with it and still be okay.”

“W-wait I mean,” Dinky shifted nervously trying desperately not to wake that ache inside her that wouldn’t go away. “I mean, just a little...” she trailed off into a whimper, then Apple Bloom lifted his leg and... she saw it. Apple Bloom’s limp flesh was already long as her hoof and thick as a broomstick. Apple Bloom’s fur coloring seemed to bleed into it at the base, but around the medial ring it became mottled and then fully pink toward the bulbous tip. Dinky didn’t want to stare at it, but it was spellbinding. To her horror, she felt a tell-tale trickle flowing between her legs.

“Oh no I’m getting wet,” Dinky moaned behind Apple Bloom.

“No, that’s good!” Apple Bloom said, “You wanna get as wet as you can.”

“But‒” Dinky chewed out in a frustrated tone, “That makes me‒ I can’t... think and... hot and sticky and... and how could that help me study?”

“We’re studyin’ after,” Apple Bloom explained, “You’re gettin all excited now, but when we’re done you’ll be more relaxed than you ever been before. You don’t have to worry about studying now. This is just to help you study after.”

Apple Bloom put her leg down facing the unicorn again saying in a practical fashion, “It’s like... it’s like a runnin’ race really. You have to go and pound your hooves like you were pullin’ the earth around under you, and flex your muscles and get all sweaty and excited. You can’t study when you’re runnin’ but after the race you’re all relaxed and happy, and your muscles make the little twinges in it that let you know you did a good job. You follow?”

“So... it won’t help me study,” Dinky said unsteadily, “Buut when I stop it’ll... help me study better?”

“The thing is,” Apple Bloom continued. Even Archer was in rapt fascination, listening to them from up on Dinky’s bed, “Your estrus really really wants you to run this race. It’s like... scratchin’ an itch. You can’t scratch it till the race is done, so are you gonna sit there itchin and try to study, or are you gonna race, scratch it, then study better?”

“That’s just like what Diamond Tiara was saying,” Dinky said veeeery skeptically, as squirming her hindquarters just got them stickier and more humid.

Bloom paused at that, then chuckled, “Yeah, Diamond got me too, but it worked out alright so far. Ah don’t mean orgasm. That’s like uh... aha! Got it.”

Apple Bloom reached over and put a hoof right in the small of Dinky’s back. “Say you got an itch here,” she said, “What are you gonna do?”

Dinky stiffened at the touch, but then said thoughtfully, “Use a back scratcher?”

“W-well I mean,” Apple Bloom said flustered, “You aren’t gonna scratch your belly if your back itches, right? That won’t fix it up there. And you aren’t gonna scratch your leg, or your rump. That’s what orgasm is like. It’s nice, but,” she tapped Dinky carefully on her back again, “It isn’t scratchin’ the right spot. What if you didn’t have a scratcher?”

“I’d um... roll on my back?”

“Ugh...” Apple Bloom facehooved. “A’hm tryin to say you would get another pony to scratch you, which is where I come in.”

She backed up a few steps so that it was easy to point with a hoof right at Dinky’s groin, though the filly was trying to hide it beneath her hooves and tail against the floor. “That itch between your legs there won’t go away no matter how much you roll around, and I don’t think there’s a scratcher for it. You need something besides scratchin’. Somethin’ only another pony can provide. Specifically, a colt!”

“W-what is it?” Dinky asked. Archer nodded frantically, clearly wanting to know as well.

“I uh, I actually don’t really know,” Apple Bloom said embarassedly, “Some sorta balm that my body can produce when I orgasm. I just call it boy goo.” Archer’s eyes lit up with realization of course as she remembered the boy stuff going into her. Dinky was still clueless, but in an adorable sort of way; now that Apple Bloom knew she had the power to make the unicorn feel better it was kind of fun to see her get a little worked up over all this.

“Boy goo, huh?” Dinky said forgetting her embarassment for a moment, and even if her crotch wasn’t tingling and twingeing at the very thought, she’d still be curious simply from the interesting ideas Bloom was bringing up. She tried to imagine a balm down there, like a skin cream or something. It was hard to imagine though, because she was already all wet and slimy down there.

“So anyways,” Apple Bloom continued, “What I mean to say is all that annoyin’ getting sticky and hot and light headed and thinkin’ about dicks, and goo goo eyed and achy and empty and...” As Apple Bloom spoke, she saw both Archer and Dinky’s eyes light up in remembrance, but only Dinky seemed to get more and more into doing exactly what Apple Bloom was talking about. One of them was absorbing the knowledge, the other was getting droopy eyed horny over it. It was kinda funny really, such an easy solution that’s so effective, the two of them like night and day one filled with boy goo and the other needing it. Apple Bloom had to... continue speaking, and not staring in captivation, didn’t she?

“...and all that,” she concluded hastily, “Is to make your estrus stop, by makin’ you chase after colts who then can help you,” She gave them a subtle wink, saying “That’s where the trick comes in. See, Diamond Tiara wanted you to orgasm without boy goo. When you do that, you just go right back to square one. Square zero even. But when you orgasm with boy goo, I mean, I ain’t felt it myself but it looks like flipping a switch. I mean, what’s it like Archer?”

Archer blushed at the attention, but thought for a moment, squirming her legs together experimentally. She said, “It’s like... when you’re the tickliest from feathers all over, you jump all of a sudden into a big vat of warm pudding.”

“Boy pudding then?” Apple Bloom said skeptically.

“It’s more gooey than puddingy” Archer said.

“Boy goo it is.”

“So. Um.” Dinky interrupted tightly, her expression pained, “How do you make this boy goo.”

“Why, with this!” Apple Bloom said, flopping on hindquarters and pointing at her own dick. “Ah just make it unconsciously... by bein’ a boy I guess, and when I orgasm it comes out right nice.”

Dinky was staring at Apple Bloom’s dick again, and it was starting to make Apple Bloom stiffen up down there. She was the only one who could feel her dick twitch in the air sensitively, but together with Dinky she watched it do so. So weird, feeling a boy thing from the inside being all stiff and twitchy. It was different from just watching Rumble’s. Apple Bloom could feel the muscles she had to flex to make it slap up lightly against her belly with a fluttery burst of pleasure. Reminded her that it was hers, and made it hard to think of it as some other colt’s dick, which in turn made it hard to think of herself as a filly not a colt.

“Woah,” Dinky said, “You can... you can move it?”

“Sorta,” Apple Bloom said. “Ah can make it do this,” she clenched down and her dick jerked in the air again. “And also thicken up quite a bit, but that takes um... me gettin horny.”

“Could you make some boy goo?” Dinky whimpered, her piked hooves unconsciously rubbing her aching nethers.

“I ah,” Apple Bloom shifted uneasily, “I gotta orgasm to make it come out, sorry. I wish I could make some for you right now, but it takes a lot of rubbin.”

“Why do I have to orgasm though?” Dinky whined, leaning into her hoof. No doubt despite her complaining, she was well on the way to doing just what she was complaining about. And boy nelly, watching that unicorn fight with herself to stop grinding against her own hoof was more than enough to make Apple Bloom grow fully erect. Dinky couldn’t stop staring at Apple Bloom’s penis, and she couldn’t stop touching herself, so it was like Apple Bloom was making her touch herself, and get all heated and half lidded and breathing heavy. Every moment of that unicorn increasing in beauty and allure as she lost herself to lust was something Apple Bloom could do to her, just by the simple act of erecting where Dinky could see it.

“You uh I‒” Apple Bloom gulped, twitching in that weird way that made her irrevocably stiffer and thicker. “I don’t... know why you uh, have to orgasm, but I do know that the more... excited you are, the better it works. Besides, orgasm feels good. Real good! Only reason not to is, it doesn’t make the estrus go away. Ah can fix that problem. So that means you can orgasm now, and you don’t have to worry about hurtin’ for it!”

“I... I can orgasm...” Dinky said quietly, leaning into her hoof wetly. “It’s okay if I orgasm...” She was starting to make a mess of the floor and Archer went and brought the newspapers she spread out over to where Dinky was. Dinky barely even noticed when Archer shoved the newspapers under her butt. It wasn’t a perfect solution, but it was pretty ingenius of Archer and should work in a pinch.

But Apple Bloom’s appreciation of Archer’s ingenuity was nothing compared to what she felt when Dinky lost herself in the need to orgasm. Apple Bloom stood up shakily, her stiff dick swinging in the cool air as she stared captivated at Dinky’s hips which began a familiar rolling motion, just riding her own hoof instead of a dick. It was like she got more beautiful every second, her poise shifting emphasizing her curves and her soft definition, and those mindless rocking motions just making Apple Bloom’s heart jump in her throat. She had get in that unicorn, one way or another. The more Dinky pleasured herself, the more Apple Bloom wanted to pleasure her.

She stood next to the lonely looking unicorn not sure how to start, or what to do, or how to help, her dick smacking her belly every time it twitched. Dinky’s eyes were closed, so Bloom turned her head to face Dinky’s ear and said quietly so as not to disturb her,

“You can touch it, if you want.”

Dinky’s eyes fluttered open, seeing Apple Bloom’s member fully turgid for the first time. It almost seemed like she didn’t know what she was looking at. But then, her hips started just twitching, and the pitch of her hot breaths rose to a point. Then her eyes widened and she just gave this adorable squeak, and fell over on her side, legs kicking convulsively.

Dinky must have been holding out from orgasm a long time, Apple Bloom figured. Maybe not days but... yeah maybe days. That unicorn was orgasming hard. Even Archer seemed bug eyed at the sight of her friend. Apple Bloom remembered darkly what came next, from when she did it as a filly, and when she tricked Sweetie Belle into doing it. That frightened realization when your loins were begging even more to be stuffed, and it just would not let up. Apple Bloom was not going to let Dinky go through that, not after the nervous wreck that Dinky seemed to be when she got here.

“Git some more papers, Archer,” she said, the blue pony hurriedly complying while Apple Bloom took hold of the heedless orgasming Dinky and unfolded her, laying her out on her back as she went limp from the convulsions within her coming to a rest. It would take a while before Dinky came down from the high though, so Apple Bloom still had time to get started. Winking at Archer, Apple Bloom squatted down over Dinky, straddling Dinky’s legs and holding her dick up in the air.

She said to Dinky whether she heard it or not, “Ah’m gonna do you just like I did Archer.” And with that she let her dick lay against Dinky’s hot soaked folds.

It was like the oasis after the desert. So much touching and cajoling and dancing around it like a bowling ball on eggshells. Apple Bloom wanted to be touched so bad she could taste it. Not on her chest, not on her flank. On her dick. Not anything dry or rough, but only those silky wet petals between the unicorn’s plum colored legs. And she was. Apple Bloom needed to touch Dinky with her dick, and it was okay for her to do it because Dinky needed it too! It made her focus on the rousing Dinky and be more aware of the unicorn’s body, Dinky not just seen but felt, and felt so softly. Just the feel of that soft moist center on the underside of her dick was almost too much for Apple Bloom. She couldn’t wait now.

“O-Okay, here we go,” Apple Bloom said, knowing that if she waited for the unicorn’s answer then Dinky would have already started to suffer from the burning need. So she just answered for Dinky, laying her own tip in those glorious folds Dinky had, and gently tilting Dinky’s pelvis up to an angle she could slide her in smoothly. Dinky’s eyes were still dreamy and relaxed and she had a beatific smile on her face, saying, “That was... so... good...” and right then Apple Bloom found the entrance to her passage. Dinky’s words were cut off and she moaned surprisedly and went limp from the physical sensation and also just from the sheer realization that a boy was nestling his penis in her vulva.

“Dinky, you gotta look!” Archer said urgently. Dinky seemed content to lie there staring at the ceiling, but Archer propped the unicorn’s head up. Once Dinky felt Apple Bloom start to penetrate her, Dinky lifted her head herself, coming to full awareness as she felt something beyond her petals get stretched open by him, seeing her voracious purple abdomen swallow up that penis inch by inch.

“Wh- nguh,” the unicorn spluttered for words, her breath picking up again as the heat flared within her. It was pushed back though, by that incredible dick. The cure for estrus. Apple Bloom was putting it inside her! Was it supposed to go inside her?! “What are you doing?” she huffed, grunting from being stretched tightly around his dick.

“I’m doin... boy stuff,” Apple Bloom said huskily, hiking her hips forward to fully hilt inside Dinky. She was in. She did it. She was as deep in that unicorn as she could go. No way Dinky was going to be scared of her now. Apple Bloom could even feel those funny balls she had lightly resting against Dinky’s pelvis.

Dinky wanted to protest. She didn’t like things she didn’t understand. But she actually did like this? She had to like this, even if she didn’t understand it. Because it felt so good. Why did this feel so good? Why was he putting his penis in there?

Fighting for questions that didn’t have answers, “M-my... orgasm..” she managed to say.

Apple Bloom’s answer was to start pulling out. That made Dinky’s insides clutch needily. She hadn’t even realized just how deep in there he was until he pulled back. She could feel everything. Oh, she could even feel that ringlike shape in the middle as it dragged along the texture of her inner walls! What was inside her? Dinky couldn’t think straight. It was like a cave or a... a place that Apple Bloom’s penis just opened up!

“You orgasmed,” Apple Bloom said tensely, hips pushing pressure on her making his dick slide smoothly in again, “N-now it’s... my turn... and when ah do...”

“Boy goo?” Dinky said giddily, almost reverently, her legs tensing as she felt deeper and deeper that sliding shaft.

“Yeah,” he said lowly, contacting her hips. Celestia did it feel good when he did that. Dinky felt her insides were stretched so wide and her toes were curling from the sensation of that velvety yet stiff shaft pulling everything open down there. Even on the surface something underneath him was scrunching against her labia and and... and all the way inside he was inside he was—!

“Y-you mean... inside?” she said frightened, looking up at Apple Bloom for confirmation.

“Ahm gonna put that boy goo,” he said drunkenly, pulling out of her again without regard to her shuddering gasp, “As deep inside you as I can. When I orgasm I’m just gonna shove it in there an’ cut loose.”

His front hooves left her hips to their own devices, planting themselves to either side of her. Now when he pulled back she could see his whole body just surge above her. Dinky whimpered, her heart thudding in her chest. What had she gotten into?

“Don’t worry Dinky,” Archer said with Dinky’s head in her lap, stroking Dinky’s bangs tenderly, “It feels so good when he does.” Dinky wasn’t consoled at those words though. Not with this happening to her. It felt so good that she wanted to just scream! And boy stuff felt more good?

“How is this possible?” she whispered huskily.

“That’s what I said!” Archer laughed. She leaned over Dinky and, reaching a hoof in between them she lightly tapped the join where Apple Bloom was entering Dinky. “He’s all ready to fix you,” Archer said with a warm loving gaze down into Dinky’s eyes. “Soon as you’re ready.”

Dinky wanted to say she was ready. She wanted to say she was ready to take on three tigers and a dire wolf if it would fix her estrus. If if it would get him to keep doing this. She wanted to tell him how incredible he was making her feel, so much she couldn’t even think clearly with the stretching and sliding sensations coming from her pelvis so much stronger than anything she’d ever felt. And all she could do is stammer saying “I’m... um... I... I don’t... I don’t know...” because any more of this and she thought she would explode!

Archer pulled back and looked forward at Apple Bloom. Apple Bloom’s gentle pistoning paused as he looked down at Dinky’s frightened form worriedly. He seemed so full of power and need, hunched over her hulklike and coiled. He planted his hooves to the floor on either side of her, surging against her as he struggled with his need. “Ah ah ahm sorry Dinky,” he stammered, revealing an anxiety she hadn’t even known he had until she looked into his apprehensive and somehow frightened eyes, “But I just can’t.. I gotta do this I... I can’t hold back any more I just gotta do it.” Dinky’s heart thumped as her insides contracted urgently around him.

And without another word between them, Apple Bloom’s careful slow strokes turned into a rhythmic animal thrusting.

As for Apple Bloom’s perspectivee, she couldn’t believe how conflicted this unicorn was making her feel after she penetrated her. Dinky still didn’t seem ready, and it seemed that the more aroused Dinky got, the harder it was for her to give Apple Bloom any indication or direction. Dinky went from chatty to downright fluttershish which would make Apple Bloom hesitate, since maybe Dinky doesn’t like it after all, but... Apple Bloom couldn’t stop. Even though Archer was there, consoling Dinky and cradling her head and cooing soothing words at her, Apple Bloom could hardly hear it from the intense desire radiating from her loins. The intense desire that surged up in her breast when she saw that unicorn under her, in whom she was buried hip deep, and then Archer went and touched the very place Apple Bloom was going in, pulling back and giving Apple Bloom a bit of a worried look. Not nearly as much as Dinky though.

When Dinky’s frightened eyes had met hers, Apple Bloom just wanted to gently hug this pony and stroke her mane and tell her she’s gonna be okay, but she also just wanted to shove that dick in so it throws that unicorn’s head back and catches her breath in her throat and shows her that she can take a stuffing, that she isn’t made of glass. She honestly wasn’t sure which one Dinky needed, but as her dick continued to slide through that unicorn’s glorious passage, the latter was starting to appeal to Apple Bloom more and more. She just wanted to orgasm so bad! But she didn’t want to scare Dinky. But she‒she didn’t‒she did want to thrust. She had to do it.

“Ah ahm sorry Dinky but I just can’t,” she begged feeling like she was falling off a cliff, bracing her hooves on the floor in preparation to thrust, “I gotta do this,” she tried to explain, the need surging within her as her body got into position.

“I... I can’t hold back any more,” Apple Bloom insisted. “I just gotta do it.”

If Dinky even could say anything, she didn’t do more than whimper and huff and squeeze in there. So Apple Bloom just started thrusting, stroking her dick shamelessly with Dinky’s canal, in that beautiful way that would bring her and, hopefully them both to orgasm. She was desperately rolling into that unicorn, the stuff within Apple Bloom just about boiling up inside her ready to shoot out, yet somehow always just out of reach until that perfect moment. All that Apple Bloom could dribble out was her own sorta girl cum, quickly lost in the ocean of Dinky’s vagina. She wished it was boy stuff instead. She wanted to make boy stuff so bad. She had make herself orgasm, so that it could be boy stuff. Apple Bloom just thrust stronger and stronger, with only the goal in her mind of reaching orgasm, and pumping her stuff into that unicorn hard as she could.

And whattya know, it was the right decision after all. As Apple Bloom’s thrusting met its instinctive rhythm, Dinky’s whimpers slowed and started to turn to heavy breathing and wet gasps. Both she and Dinky began to feel that immense satisfaction of a job well done. Dinky’s eyes half slid closed, gazing up at Apple Bloom in a confused but somehow adoring light. Then Dinky’s hooves unfolded, pressing up against Apple Bloom’s chest for support, and her hips bucked up against Apple Bloom’s inexpertly.

(She’s tryin’ to do it too!) thought Apple Bloom, and she wanted to help the filly do the bucking that Dinky needed to do too. Somehow Apple Bloom managed to bring herself to a halt, pulling her cock half out of the filly and leaving it to drip Dinky’s juices teasingly onto Dinky’s own groin. Sure enough, deprived of the filling made Dinky arch upwards, doing whatever she could as long as it got Apple Bloom back inside her. Once Dinky’s frantic rocking, bucking thrusts had reached a relatively steady rhythm, Apple Bloom started up again, matching it and meeting Dinky’s hips with every upthrust.

That made Dinky react much more vehemently, fighting carnally with Apple Bloom in a way that was more like a beautiful dance of in an out, with no struggle just slamming together and breathing together. Dinky’s eyes opened wide as she said “It... again‒!” And then just as Apple Bloom flared, Dinky’s orgasm closed down on it like a vice. It was frantic and frenetic, and hot as hell. Apple Bloom couldn’t thrust because she was too stuck in there, because Dinky’s legs locked around behind her and that glorious cunny had her so stuck that when she tried to thrust it just carried Dinky’s hips with her. Dinky couldn’t thrust because she was lost in her own world, her eyes rolling back as she convulsed, squelching wetly around Apple Bloom’s cock.

“Lemme... Lemme go I gotta...” Apple Bloom begged almost under her breath, fighting to pull that flared cock out of Dinky’s abdomen, to slide it along her walls somehow. There was just nothing doing. Apple Bloom was stuck on the edge of orgasm and had to sit there with Dinky’s hips locked against hers, while the unicorn squeezed and rippled helplessly around Apple Bloom’s dick, spasming legs kicking out on either side of Apple Bloom, and moaning in an aroused, but... still fearful tone? Dinky looked so scared of what was happening to her...

Apple Bloom’s front hooves just folded down and she held onto Dinky desperately, hugging her close and riding out the unicorn’s needy contractions. It hit her hard that, more than an orgasm, she just wanted Dinky to feel safe and not afraid. That’s why she wanted to make boy goo so much. Buck the orgasm! She wanted to see it happen to Dinky. That beautiful moment when the body against Apple Bloom drains of tension and the filly finally truly learns how amazing boy goo is. That’s what Apple Bloom craved, more than breathing!

At last, Dinky’s hind legs went limp and she loosened up enough that Apple Bloom could pull in and out of her again. Bloom almost backed up to focus on thrusting those important final thrusts, but then she felt Dinky’s forelegs close around her this time, hugging her right back without impeding the motion of her pelvis. Apple Bloom couldn’t even see Dinky’s face, the unicorn still hiding it in Apple Bloom’s chest fur as if desperate to move one single centimeter away from her. It was less effective to thrust this way, but Apple Bloom couldn’t even think about stopping. She should be able to do it like this, if she tried real hard. And she tried real hard.

So while Dinky held on, Apple Bloom just held onto Dinky too and scrunched her eyes shut, concentrating only on the hip movements and the sliding sensation they produced, stoking a rising tingle in her that would make... make the boy goo come out. She didn’t want to make Dinky wait a second longer than necessary. She didn’t want to make herself wait! Apple Bloom wanted to do it so bad. Her cries became gladder, even grateful when that tingle built up in her. When it finally ‘caught’, she just gave a satisfied “Oohmnn,” and hilted inside Dinky, opening her eyes‒ just in time to see Archer, watching it happen to her.

There was something special about another pony just sitting there watching you while you orgasm, while you and another pony were in that crazy position with your dick shoved inside her and her pussy wrapped around you, and it’s just happening to you. Like, like it was more real that way, like you couldn’t trust your own senses because it was just too amazing to feel that dick pumping load after load of boy goo into those fleshy depths. Dinky was shuddering uncontrollably, but wasn’t making a sound, just clutching Apple Bloom like a lifeline. But Archer was sitting there, fascinated look on her face, and that meant this was really happening. Apple Bloom was really a colt, and her boyhood really was inside Dinky and she really was pulsing forth her hot fluid into that unicorn’s vagina.

And most importantly, Apple Bloom really honestly truly wanted to do it. Every spurt, she pumped inside Dinky eagerly and with as much vigor as she could push behind it. It was so earnest a desire, Archer just had to see that on Apple Bloom’s face. There was no joking about what Apple Bloom was doing; it was the most important thing in the world to her, and she wanted Archer to see that in her. Apple Bloom couldn’t just casually say hi, or smile or crack a joke or do anything while she was doing this. She could only sit there cumming her brains out, pumping her boy goo into Dinky, looking at Archer hopefully for validation, because it just felt too good to do anything else.

And Archer gave that validation with a bright, and gentle approving smile.

With the fourth pulse, Dinky tensed under her and Apple Bloom’s excess cum began to flow out of her vagina, pooling on the unicorn’s crotch fur and trickling down her sides and legs to drip heedlessly to the floor. It didn’t matter. Apple Bloom had to keep pumping it even as it spilled out between them. There could have been newspaper there or not, and Apple Bloom honestly did not care. It wasn’t the incredible orgasm that Sweetie Belle gave Apple Bloom, but by golly it was the most exciting one. As her dick throbbed the last few times, emptily, Apple Bloom realized just how hard she was panting, her whole body feeling like it was flushed red.

She started to let Dinky off from under her, but as soon as she did Dinky just hugged her tighter, and continued to hide her face almost protectively in Apple Bloom’s warm chest fur. Apple Bloom rested her weight against Dinky from above, but that... wasn’t going to work. So she just slightly rolled on her side, holding Dinky to her until the two of them were side by side, still hugging close. Matter of fact, Dinky’s insides were still hugging Apple Bloom irregularly along with her hooves, though that “inside hugging” didn’t make Apple Bloom want to thrust any more, not now that her boy goo was out of her body.

Probably for the best really. Apple Bloom wasn’t sure if this Dinky filly could take any more stimulation of her nethers, with how hard it had been hitting her. Apple Bloom stroked her hoof down the back of Dinky’s head tenderly, the unicorn’s blunted horn making Apple Bloom’s chest tingle where it poked against her while the unicorn buried her face in Apple Bloom’s chest. Dinky was just the picture of adorableness. Apple Bloom felt like she could gaze at that unicorn for hours, whether her dick was in her or not.

Archer came over and sat down beside Dinky, reaching out a hoof and looking at Apple Bloom uncertainly, saying “Um... can I...”

“Sure,” said Apple Bloom, opening her hooves and letting her sandwich Dinky between the two of them, in a much less frantic and more gentle hug than Dinky had had over the past ten minutes or so. Not long after, Apple Bloom’s penis softened up enough where it wouldn’t stay in Dinky anymore, slipping out wetly to dangle between them. Dinky actually gave a quiet, distressed noise at that, her hips moving around briefly before stilling again. Archer looked at Apple Bloom questioningly, who just whispered very quietly (not that it’d be possible for Dinky not to hear) “I think she really likes my penis.”

The very, very female ‘she’ didn’t dispute those words, not one little bit.

Dinky eventually shifted and turned her head to rub her cheek sideways against Apple Bloom’s chest, giving a soft “Mmmm..” and opening her striking golden eyes with a mystified smile.

“How did you... find out about this?” Dinky said at last when she had the words to say again.

“Trial and error, believe it or not,” Apple Bloom answered honestly.

“Really?” Archer said quietly but curiously, still in their three layered embrace.

“Well, ah was just y’know checking this penis out since ah just got it, and Scootaloo found me then. She showed me her estrus to show how bad it was and we just kept feeling like masturbating the closer we got to each other.”

She patted Dinky on the shoulder, who was leaning sideways against Apple Bloom with a contented smile. “Like you saw with Dinky she just had to masturbate, right? So Scoots was rubbin’ on anything to get herself going, and the closest thing was mah penis. Like it was a pole or something. And ah was rubbing back because it made me want to masturbate too, which works like rubbin’ mah penis. We were like, huggin together and rubbin on each other, then I just accidentally slipped in.”

“You accidentally slipped in?” Dinky said astonishedly.

Apple Bloom blushed, turning her head aside a bit saying bashfully, “It wasn’t no problem, since we were already rubbing together. But you gals remember what a penis feels like in you, so soon as Scootaloo felt that she pushed me all the way in.”

“Then you did the boy goo thing?” Archer suggested. Apple Bloom shook her head.

“No,” she said, “We were a bit confused at that point. But soon as we tried to separate we found it’s the sliding that feels good. So Scootaloo was ridin’ me like a scooter, slidin’ me in and out and then she went and orgasmed.”

Both girls ooohed at that.

“I just had to keep sliding mah penis like that, so when she stopped to orgasm I just sort of climbed on top of her and started pushing into her mahself. So it worked like I was doin’ with you two, all on top of you and pushin’ it in. Sweetie showed me another way but, that’s how it went mah first time.”

“You had to?” Archer asked testily.

Apple Bloom nodded, “Yeah it... you girls don’t even know how good you feel in there. Ah can’t even describe it, besides the obvious hot wet and squeezin. It’s like that scratchin’ your back or, no, like how a filly wants to go rubbin’ against a stallion. You know, you can’t even think about anything else, and you don’t even realize what you’re doin’ until the teacher yells at you. That’s sorta how it feels, except for me it’s your insides not a stallion, and it’s not mah whole body just mah penis that needs rubbin’”

“So it’s like you have a little filly coming out of your hips,” Archer mused, “And our insides are like big hunky stallions to her.”

Apple Bloom pfft, couldn’t help but snicker. “That’s surprisingly apt,” she said laughingly to Archer, “But... but it sounds so weird when you say it!”

Bloom paused in thought and added, “Thankfully the boy goo just comes out by itself when I orgasm in a filly, otherwise me and Scootaloo would have been stuck doin that forever.”

“Does it come out when you orgasm outside?” Dinky put in. She didn’t seem offended to be hugged between the two of them. Not that it was possible to be offended considering how happy her loins were. But Archer was nuzzling close to Dinky as tenderly as Apple Bloom could imagine. Apple Bloom was honestly touched by Archer’s affection. Study partner my tail, this was something special.

“I haven’t tried yet,” Apple Bloom admitted. “I don’t want to waste it or nothing. I been focusing on helping fillies, not experamentin so much.”

“You want to try it now?” Dinky asked.

Apple Bloom smiled apologetically at that, saying, “Do you mind if we extricate ourselves for a minute? I wanna show you something.”

Dinky smiled that beautiful smile, saying “No it’s fine. I feel calmer already!”

Dinky found that they separated with more difficulty than expected. Specifically in the groin area. “Ewww,” she said, lifting a leg to look at her crotch. It was a royal mess, for sure.

“Yeah and,” Apple Bloom pointed to the puddle of boy goo that had overflowed and trickled out and landed on the newspaper.

“Woah,” Dinky said. “That’s... that’s really boy goo?”

“And all of it went into your vagina,” Apple Bloom said teasingly. Dinky stood up and twisted around, looking at her own vagina. In the mirror that is. Ponies can’t actually look at their own vagina. Except Blossomforth.

“Well it just looks like a mess,” Dinky said somewhat unhappily, then gave a surprised, “Oh!” as a blob of cum emerged from her vagina, trickling down to the floor.

“Yeah, it kinda drips outta you for a while,” Apple Bloom said blushing. “Best to stay on the newsprint until you’re all clear.” Dinky pulled some newsprint over, but seemed equally fascinated about watching her vagina drip with every little aftershock in there.

“Why do you make so much?” Dinky asked curiously.

“I don’t know,” Apple Bloom said, “It just seems weird to me– woah, Archer!”

The pony in question had crouched down over the puddle Apple Bloom and Dinky left behind and was rubbing her groin against it.

“What?” Archer said, with a devil-may-care laugh, “It feels kinda good.”

“You don’t need any more do ya?” Apple Bloom asked uncertainly.

Archer frowned at that saying, “Well I don’t know. I don’t think so, but just to be sure...” She laid down on her belly and just started rubbing it into her labia with a hoof, a look of satisfaction on her face as she did so.

“Fascinating,” Dinky said with a smile, “I wonder how many times you could reuse it?”

“Won’t do much good without a penis to deliver it, if you have to get it all the way in that is,” mused Apple Bloom.

“All the way in,” Dinky repeated, her insides purring at her happily.

“So anyway,” Apple Bloom recalled, “You’re seein’ every drop of boy goo ah can make. Ain’t got none left in mah hips. Ah can’t stop until it all comes out, and so now I gotta wait until I make more.”

“So when you were um... overflowing me, you couldn’t stop and put it in another filly?” Dinky said speculatively.

Apple Bloom shook her head, “Nope, even when it goes over ah can’t even move, just gotta sit there pumping it into you. It’s like when you’re clenchin’ around me in your orgasm, except for boys it’s a ...pumping action.”

“That’s kind of cool,” Archer said in a heady excited voice flushing in her face. “So we know if you start pumping it in, that you’re going to keep doing it even if you try not to. We can enjoy since it’s a sure thing we’ll get all of it once it starts!”

Apple Bloom blushed too a bit more self consciously saying, “That seems about the sum of it. Ah ain’t exactly tried not to though. Why would I? Ah love givin’ you boy stuff. That goo makes you feel all better, and you look amazing when you do.”

Dinky’s hindquarters stopped the happy wiggle, and she suggested, “Maybe you could try to stop halfway through, then put the rest in a second filly?”

“Well ah don’t think‒” Apple Bloom stopped and nosed her hoof in thought, “You know, I actually hain’t never tried that before. It’d definitely let me get more fillies in one go.”

“Just something to think about I guess,” Dinky said, “I’m very content with you doing all of it in just me. I was just... surprised when I couldn’t hold it all in.”

Apple Bloom nodded then turned to Archer saying, “Hey, you done yet? We gotta clean up. We got some studying to do!”

Dinky visibly brightened at that, saying “Oh that’s right... so you mean I can... I feel, I mean, I can think so clearly again!”

“That’s the plan,” Apple Bloom said. “Still think you got no chance to pass your exams now?”

Dinky gave a thin lipped smile saying, “...let’s get cleaned up so we can study.”

Archer waved a hoof at Apple Bloom saying “Yeah I’m just, messing around.” She picked up a particularly messy newspaper in her hoof and her mouth and carried it over to a trash bag that she obviously had ready for that sort of purpose.

“How do I clean this off?” Dinky asked, looking at her increasingly sticky groin.

“Orange mess works best,” Apple Bloom said, “But that’s mostly for floors. I’d tell you to take a shower but that might clean out your insides too, and you don’t want that.”

“I’ll just try a damp cloth,” Dinky said, carefully hobbling over to the upstairs bathroom. Apple Bloom followed her in there after a thought, and Dinky was most grateful to have some help wiping herself down there. While she did, Archer took to Apple Bloom’s groin with a washcloth, but seemed more intent on just feeling out what Apple Bloom had down there than actually cleaning it. Apple Bloom did her best to get Dinky all smooth and clean, wiping across the entrance with utmost care so as to keep the unicorn nice and full of her boy stuff. When Dinky moaned at the sensation, Apple Bloom backed off, blushing as she realized she might have been making Dinky excited again.

“You alright, Dinky?” she asked testily. “Your heat’s still gone, right?”

Dinky nodded, “It’s just so sensitive down there, even still. It never stopped feeling good, just stopped... feeling bad.”

Apple Bloom rinsed off and wrang out the washcloth, swiping across Dinky’s groin one more time. Archer was just laying on her back with the washcloth she used on Apple Bloom laid over her face, breathing in deeply and going “Boy stuff is so ...awesome.”

“Sure is,” Apple Bloom agreed thoughtfully. “Girl stuff is awesome in its own right though, if you know the trick.”

“We know the trick,” Archer said smugly.

“But what we need to know,” Dinky countered, “Is even one single word of what Mister Tinker or Miss Cheerilee said this past week. So let’s get studying!”

ADDENDUM: Sex-ed With Twilight Sparkle

Author's Note

Don't read this. I wrote it at 2am when I should have been sleeping. I have no idea whether Twilight Sparkle would really teach sex-ed this way. Or why anypony would be dumb enough to assign her as its instructor. I was just rambling with stream-of-thought ideas here that even I think are ludicrous. You can blame Discord, I guess? But people were curious what the fillies were taught, so here you go.

Colt version is about the same except with lots less information in an uncaring droning monotone.

ADDENDUM: Sex-ed With Twilight Sparkle

Welcome everypony, or, everyfilly I guess it would be, to Introductory Developmental Education! Now I know what you’re thinking and we’re going to be talking about some strange stuff but I’m confident you’ll find this a fascinating learning experience. Certainly nothing you’d need therapy to recover from, lengthy lawsuits, complaining to your parents, or any such unnecessary actions because I can assure you that I only have your education in mind, and nothing has to travel beyond this room because you won’t be traumatized or alarmed at all. It’s not like your opinion of what I tell you can make or break my reputation, and my entire career, and forever tarnish the admiration of the Princess Celestia herself. So rest assured you are in good hooves, and you will trot out of this classroom far more educated than you reluctantly walked in.

Now first I would like to explain to you some of the more common chemical interactions involved in hormonal signaling. How many of you are familiar with electron shell diagrams? Anypony? Well I suppose we could do a quick review of that first before we get started...

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...well it looks like we’re out of time for today. I hope you’ve learned the basics of molecular modelling shorthand, because it will be very relevant for your next appointed date to learn all about the beauty of the morphology of adult maturation processes.

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Welcome everypony, or, everyfilly I should say, to Introductory Developmental Education, lesson 2! I would like to begin with a disclaimer that should any pony feel intimidated or frightened by my presentation methods that all you need is to raise a hoof and I will cater the lesson to your particular emotional demands. Additionally, when you report to your parents the events of this lecture, if you could please avoid any unnecessary alarmist rhetoric that would be most appreciated. I am not here to alarm you, but merely to educate!

Now you may recall that the aromatase enzyme can through a process of six distinct oxidations create a phenyl group in what was previously known as an androgen. This is the fundamental method by which androgens are minimized in filly biology, which lends strong evidence to the role of estrogen in maturation of many important tissues specific to a mare. One such tissue is squamous eptheliel...

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...well it looks like we’re out of time for today. I hope you have a good understanding now of the structure of the epthelium and the mechanisms by which excretory glands deliver important communicatory pheremones for all sorts of interactivity and nonverbal communication not limited to the maturation process. Be sure to remember all that, because there will be a quiz on it tomorrow. Isn’t that great?? ...you can go now.

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Welcome everypony, or, everyfilly I should say, to Introductory Developmental Education, lesson 3! To those of you who complained to your parents about the verbosity of these lectures, I assure you I have only your best interests in mind, and every fact on my list is quite relevant to your important pubertal progression. Any discussions about the quality of the lecture may be directed to me after class whereupon I will adjust my modus operandi to suit your individual filly needs.

Now I’ve prepared a little quiz to test your knowledge so far. I’m sure you’re all excited to show me how much you’ve learned in just two lessons! So get out your pencils, and let’s get testing!

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I would like to introduce to you the anatomical diagram! These figures are cross sections respectively of a mare and a stallion, not literally of course as that would be highly inappropriate for purposes of education, but these pencil drawings are most certainly almost accurate enough to teach from! I’ve taken the liberty of re-representing them on the chalkboard, where we will first be focusing on the filly cross section so that you may understand what’s happening in your very own bodies!

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And unfortunately the urinary bladder is also known to form gall stones which may obstruct the bladder and cause some amount of pain and potential infection. The worry is minimal in fillies though because the urinary tract is quite short and urine typically lacks the necessary acidity to crystallize urea. The explaination of why the pH of the vulvular area remains at a low pH is because of the glandular excretions we reviewed in lesson 2.

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T-t-the corpous spongiosum is a pliable tissue resistant to e-engorgement which prevents blockage of the urethral passage allowing for proper passage of fluid during maximum turgidity. If the corpus spongiosum were a ship at sea, the corpus cavernosum would be the storm surrounding it. When a storm reaches... maximum wind strength, the ship needs to be... flexible enough to take down its sails in order to protect the passengers. If the ship is unponied then its mast will break, and it will surely go down in a wreck, but thankfully with dedicated sailors at work even the worst storms may be weathered given a small amount of thought and preparation. Occasionally however a storm comes upon a ship without warning, in which case the mast may still be at risk if the crew cannot...

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I would like to apologize for my actions in the previous lesson. Your parents have informed me of overstepping my bounds and I respect their need to maintain a positive society under the sun. As such, we will no longer discuss the male half of the anatomical diagram, and can instead focus on potential diseases and infections that could plague your interior and exterior epthelium. The trots can be particularly dangerous if the proper direction while cleaning one’s anus is not respected. Bifidiobacterium while natural in the intestine can inflame and irritate the labial region in a manner that can lead to sores and even tissue necrosis in severe cases...

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I’m glad to say that I’ve managed to cover the great variety of afflictions of one’s pereineal area no matter how rare or difficult to acquire including some little known varieties you can only get in tropical areas and the host of conditions that only persist in extreme circumstances such as trench warfare. I trust you’ll use this knowledge to better yourself and learn more about your body, and I hope you’ve enjoyed learning as much as I enjoy teaching it to you!

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Here we examine the comparative anatomy, with abstract pencil sketches of course, between an earth pony mare, a pegasus mare, and a unicorn mare. Here you can see the uterine wall is thicker in the case of the earth pony as this is the case for greater resource development. Yes? Question? Oh, the uterus is for m-making the production process possible, providing a secure environment as well as a constraining one in which development can properly occur. You can think of it like a boat, on which a filly is riding tied to the mast. The boat itself provides the necessary floatation to remain above water, even though the filly has been made completely unable to swim herself. If she breaks free of the mast she can leave the boat, but then she has only open water to swim in, and no hope of land in sight. This could be a very sad scenario were it not for the existence of the boat, which enables her to pilot a course for land. Only if she can manage to get herself untied of course...

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I would like to apologize to the parents who complained. It was not my intention to use such inappropriate language that I will no longer repeat for the duration of this class. I can assure you that the words were used only in the most clinical uninvolved sense, as an attempt to educate you on the changes due to happen one day in your bodies and not any sort of perversion or undue attraction towards intergenerational relationships. For now we’ll refer to this structure in the diagram as abstract letter A, and this structure as letter B. Now A proceeds to B via something known as follicles, whose feathery protrubences prevent A from being lost and discarded in the general abdominal interstitium...

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Today we will be discussing the genetic combinations of various forms of pea plant. The great botanist Grey Mendall originally discovered the basis to genetic combinatorics by his measurements of pea plant characteristics. Here you can see in this corner of the punnet square a pea that is both yellow and wrinkled in texture...

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To those of you who complained about the relevance of the previous lesson I would like to say that it was a very relevant lesson and the reason for that is that ponies are... sort of like peas. You see if you put a bunch of peas onto a boat...

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End of Study Night, Strange Circumstances

Thanks to Archer’s foresight, the carpet wasn’t even spotty. Dinky’s rump cleaned off nicely, and unlike her Apple Bloom didn’t have a place she needed the boy stuff to stay in, so Apple Bloom did end up taking a nice hot satisfying shower. The heady, excited smell of sex in the room dissipated when they opened a window to let the evening air in to cool down their hot bodies. The only evidence of their activity that remained was a slightly fuller garbage bag.

And with that, the three began studying in earnest. Most of it was review, as this whole week Dinky had been too busy thinking of Mr. Tinker’s stallionhood to comprehend anything he was actually saying. She was, well far as Apple Bloom could tell, brilliant though. Her level of vocabulary at times was ridiculous. You only had to tell her something once and she just remembered it just like that, without even practicing. Apple Bloom half suspected Dinky could’ve passed exams even with her estrus driving her batty.

Time Turner came up to check on them and found them in a tight circle, chattering eagerly around the pencils in their mouth. Bloom had forgotten all about the cookies and punch, until that stallion came up with the tray on his back. It wasn’t what you’d call a complete meal, but it gave them the energy to keep going and focus on their work, and also it came with a little something... extra.

Turner was such a nice stallion, if a bit peculiar. With the warm smile he and Dinky shared when he walked into the room Apple Bloom was sure they got along right nicely. She was curious just what he did in that workroom, but didn’t bring it up on account of politeness and studying to be done. The only thing really peculiar about him was his insistence on not wasting the Moon tea.

“Here you girls are, nice and chilly,” he said revealing two of the cups he’d brought down filled with that dirty brown piss dirt stuff.

“Aww,” Dinky said disappointedly as she saw the stuff. “Can’t you throw that out?”

Turner shook his head, pressing the teacup into Dinky’s hooves saying, “Well it’s already made and we wouldn’t want it to go to waste, now. You know that good little fillies always drink their Moon tea!”

“But I don’t need...” Dinky trailed off biting her lip. She glanced nervously at the garbage and looked back at Turner saying, “I mean I... I just don’t feel like I want any right now. My estrus isn’t bothering me, honest!”

“Well, I’m afraid I must insist,” Turner said unflinchingly in that light casual tone he always seemed to use. “You know I have a strict policy of at least one cup of Moon tea every evening during the estrus period. I assure you, you will thank me for this one day!”

“But–” Dinky protested.

“Just...” Turner interrupted, “Humor a foolheaded stallion’s request, please?”

Dinky gave him a long look, but her eyes were ultimately trusting, and she scrunched her muzzle up and hurled the tea into her mouth swallowing it as quickly as possible. Then she grabbed for a cookie, but he was already handing one to her.

Archer was startled when the second cup was pressed to her chest. “You too, Archer,” Turner said calmly. Archer wasn’t as reluctant to take it from him, oddly enough, though she peered at the glass with dinner plates as though the tea were going to jump up and bite her.

“Well go on, drink up,” he encouraged her, “Don’t hesitate just drink it all at once.”

Archer glanced at Turner warily, then back to the tea. She carefully raised her hooves to pull the cup to her lips, then closed her eyes and poured the tea in as fast as she could. She almost turned visibly green at the taste of it, swallowing even after the tea was entirely gone, smacking her lips and saying, “Oh Celestia that was nasty...”

Dinky shoved a cookie into Archer’s mouth and Archer chewed on it gratefully, washing it down with a hearty glass of berry juice.

“What’s so important about Moon tea anyway?” Apple Bloom asked skeptically of Turner. “You do know that stuff tastes terrible, right?”

“All you really need to know is it keeps a filly out of trouble in estrus,” Turner said enigmatically. “It’s really not my place to say more. Your parents are the ones who can tell you more, well legally at least.”

“Lega–”

“Well, enough of that!” Turner said nervously, trotting quickly out the door. “You three get studying, and enjoy the rest of your afternoon!” He closed the door behind him.

“Well great,” Apple Bloom said grumpily, “It’s the law? What do you do when you ain’t got any parents?”

Dinky just shrugged, and Archer just turned her head down. “Papa says a lot of things that sound more serious than they are,” Dinky offered uncertainly. “It’s probably just Papa being Papa again. He once made it sound like ice cream was going to take over Ponyville!”

“Hyeah,” Archer said rolling her eyes, “Those crazy earth ponies, am I right?”

“Guess it makes sense as any of this grownup stuff,” Apple Bloom said gloomily, “Not teachin’ boys about estrus and bein’ all crazy about it.”

“A-a-anyway, let’s compare notes,” Dinky said hurriedly, “We can study the law after exams are over. But right now I really need to–”

“Ah hear you Dinky,” Apple Bloom said nosing through her saddlebags she’d left at the door, tossing a notebook in Dinky’s direction.

They shared notes, of which Apple Bloom’s were the most comprehensive. At least, more comprehensive for the days after Apple Bloom got out of estrus. Archer had the day Apple Bloom had missed, but of course Archer had been craving a cock that entire day so half of them were lovesick poetry referencing Rumble and, oddly, Scootaloo. After the first dumbfounded look from the three of them, Archer had to carefully sort through her notes to figure which ones didn’t have embarassing poetry written on them. There weren’t many. Dinky wasn’t as embarassed to share hers, but they were all just surprisingly detailed diagrams of Mr. Tinker’s stallionhood. Not very accurate either, as she confessed abashedly that she only had speculation on what a penis would look like before Apple Bloom came along.

But after going over flashcards and sharing notes, all that was left was for them to talk about theory and application of the concepts they’d learned over the year. Wasn’t much to catch up on at all. Archer had this crazy theory that there was an equivalence between friendship and cutie marks, until Bloom pointed out the missing variable that you couldn’t eliminate with unit conversions. Besides, what would a friendship cutie mark even look like?

And the whole time Dinky’s demeanor had brightened like night and day. She said it herself, even. She’d always been nervous around colts apparantly, and just terrified of having one over as the estrus got worse, but now that Bloom did her she felt like she could be herself around ‘him’.

“I can’t possibly be weirded out now,” she said cheerfully, “Getting your penis goop in my vagina is as weird as it gets!” Dinky had stopped leaking of that stuff a while ago, but claimed she could still feel it in there. Whether ‘it’ was Apple Bloom’s penis goop, or just the absence of a feeling of estrus wasn’t quite clear even to her. Anyway it was nice both she and Archer could hang with Apple Bloom like she was just one of the fillies again. By the time the three fillies’ studying had devolved into eagerly gossipping about boy things, such as Rumble’s mysterious arrival, and how the colts had actually thought estrus was contagious, Dipsy loudly got back from her route.

“Mail’s here!” the grey pegasus shouted, slamming open the door.

Dinky immediately shot up, shouting “Mama!” and ran down the stairs, hugging her tightly. Bloom and Archer followed down shortly thereafter, until they were both arrested by the hot spicy smell emanating from Dipsy’s hindquarters.

“Muffin! How’re you doing?” Dipsy cooed to her filly warmly, “You feeling any better now?”

“Oh! Um! Better, yes.” Dinky released her mother, stepping off to the side and looking in the other direction, “I’m feeling much better about my... studies. Yes, my studies!”

Both Apple Bloom and Archer drifted enthralled to Dipsy’s rump, nostrils flaring and pupils dilating. They knew what was going on long before Dinky did, but even she in her excitement and devotion could not mistake what her own mother’s firm, round, wide hips carried with them.

“That’s good to hear!” Dipsy said chirpily, drinking in their stares. “I know you kids have been working so hard this afternoon so I thought I’d help with,” she paused wiggling her hips seductively, “Something special today~”

Dinky smiled brightly and announced, “You brought pizza!!”

Golly, Granny would flip if she knew what they did that evening for dinner at the Dew household. The thing is, Apple Bloom loved pizza. She never got it but she sure as buck loved it. The love of pizza might be a constant among every filly and, now every colt apparantly, but the fattening cheesy tomato laden dish on a buttery bubbly crust was something Apple Bloom could really dig into. That was the fun thing about going to stay with friends, is you could eat things you wouldn’t normally be able to. You could really cut loose without disturbing the importance of your family’s lifestyle. Though, Dinky would be a lot pudgier if pizza was a regular meal at this household, so it was probably a special occasion for her too.

Apple Bloom wasn’t complaining though. She enjoyed it so much she near got tangled up in the stringy molten cheese strands. Bloom loved anything related to milk really, whether it was milk or cheese or... or butter. It was such a miraculous thing that there could be cows producing this stuff. Apple Bloom loved every bit of the stuff they made.

She was honestly curious if she’d like pony milk any better. Probably not, in fact! Some of her friends remembered the later parts of their weaning when they could go back to it for a bit of comfort, but of course Apple Bloom just had to be bottle fed. She honestly didn’t know what to think about that, but she was pretty sure that had to have instilled in her a love of cow milk more than the natural stuff.

“Doctor!” Dipsy said to Time Turner when the smell of pizza roused him from his retreat and he emerged from the basement doors.

“You’re a doctor?” Apple Bloom asked, passing a slice to the brown earth stallion.

“Well, not in the way you might think,” the chipper stallion admitted with a curious smile.

“I have an engineering degree from the University of Hoofington.”

“That’s real cool!” Apple Bloom said brightly.

“So you build all sorts of crazy machines?” Archer suggested.

“Um... not in the way you might think,” Turner repeated himself. “I design and repair timepieces for a living.” He gestured at the hourglass on his hindquarters.

“Wow,” Apple Bloom said, “I wanna get a time engineering cutie mark!”

“Or maybe a doctor of time cutie mark!” Dinky put in. Archer didn’t say anything, just stared at her plate self consciously. Hmm.

“You got your cutie mark, Archer,” Apple Bloom said deliberately, “Why don’t you tell us how you got it?” That didn’t seem to do the trick though, as Archer got even more uncomfortable at the suggestion. Eventually she said,

“I... killed something.”

And even the sounds of chewing stopped.

Apple Bloom exclaimed, “What?! No you didn’t! What did you really do?”

“There were some foals who got separated on a ...field trip I was on,” she explained quietly, “When we found them they had ran into a ...puma. I had my bow, so I shot her.”

“Her?” Dinky asked.

“I found out it was a female,” Archer answered. A moment went by and she added, “It was easy.” Then she went back to just eating her food.

Apple Bloom didn’t know what to say to the enigmatic blue pony, who said all that in such a subdued tone. She wasn’t sure whether to console her or caution her, but Apple Bloom realized everypony else had stopped eating, so she did the next best thing she could do to offering words of... consolation or condemnation. She just picked up her piece of pizza and started eating like it weren’t no thing.

That seemed to clue the others in, and they started eating too, which definitely seemed to relax Archer. Apple Bloom didn’t know how a pony could be so calm about doing such a thing, didn’t know a pony could do such a thing, but it was Archer’s special talent, so maybe that was normal.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Dipsy announced after dinner, rummaging in the saddlebags she dumped by the door and trotting back to the table. “Somepony just gave this to me today!” she shouted after dumping it onto the table. It was a simple looking watch, not made of gold like they usually are though.

Turner had picked up the watch on a hoof and was looking at it, saying “Fascinating. This looks like steel.”

“What’s steel?” asked Apple Bloom curiously.

“It’s an alloy of iron,” Turner said offhoofedly, checking the chain to see if it was composed of the same material. “Are you sure they just... gave you this watch?” he asked Dipsy.

That got Apple Bloom’s attention. She leaned more closely to look at the strangely shiny yet dull surface. She never actually had seen iron before. Dipsy just shrugged and said, “They said you needed to have it, and that you’re the only pony who could use it.”

“Why’s it got all those circles engraved into it?” Apple Bloom asked. Dinky was starting to lean forward too, though Archer just looked confused.

“Who exactly gave you this watch?” Turner asked skeptically, ignoring Apple Bloom’s question for now.

“Um...” Dipsy fidgeted saying, “Nopony I recognized. They had on a thick cloak too.”

“In the summer?” Dinky protested.

“Well now I’m really curious,” Turner said, pushing the fob to flip the watch open.

“Huh, broken,” he muttered. When Apple Bloom looked she could see a bright light inside the watch, which came from the candle’s reflection on its much shinier interior. The hands were indeed sitting at 10 and 2 and not moving.

“I’ll take a look at it,” he said, flipping it and catching the chain in his mouth, then trotting towards the basement.

“Wait!” said Dinky, “Can I show my friends your workroom?”

Turner nodded agreeably, saying “Just don’t touch anything. Lots of fragile components lying around, some of them quite sharp!”

Following him down the stairs, Apple Bloom was surprised to see the workshop had a strange blue box in it. Looking closer she realized it was a blue toolbox full of tools, picks and tiny wrenches and such. It was about the size of a breadbasket, and sitting up on the workbench. The rest of the workbench table was covered in gears, springs, sprockets and well, watch parts. There was a half dismantled wall clock too.

Turner tried to unscrew the watch but the screws were stripping the gold screwdriver. A silver screwdriver did the trick, twirling in his lips as the little screws made a neat pile and the back of the watch fell open. It was sort of fun just to watch him work. Apple Bloom wasn’t particularly following any of the gears or springs he was adjusting. It looked like they were made of normal metals though, not the weird iron stuff the case composed.

Dinky drew Apple Bloom’s attention away from the stallion and walked her around the workshop. “And here’s the drawer of gears arranged by size, and this is the oiling station, and this is where he can heat metals if they warp and this is the bucket of old discarded watch cases, and the workbench has drawers here with all sorts of screwdrivers and pokers and this is the clock he is making for the Berrys and this is the helping clip stand he uses to hold parts still while he works on them, and this is the jewelry eyepiece that he uses to look more closely at the‒”

“Dinky?” Turner said interrupting her impromptu tour, “I’m sort of in the middle of something right now.” Dinky seemed to notice then that she had ended up standing entirely on the desk, straddling over the watch he was working on, and that he was actually currently wearing the eyepiece she had her hoof on.

“Heh heh, sorry,” Dinky said jumping down. She looked left and right then struck a nonchalant pose and said, “Let’s... leave him to his work, Apple Bloom.”

“I’m not going to fix this tonight,” Turner said distractedly, “I’ll be right up, and then perhaps you could show me what you’ve successfully studied so far?”

“We could‒”

“That’d be great!” Dinky said jumping in place. She dragged the three of them out of the basement as intently as she dragged them into it. True to his word, Time Turner did emerge soon after, and Dinky was overjoyed to go over the exam preparation checklist point by point. Apple Bloom was kind of envious with how well she knew that stuff. Maybe it was her special talent though?

“What would that cutie mark even look like?” Dinky wondered later.

“Ah dunno, a Smartie Pants doll?” Apple Bloom said. The three of them got a good laugh over that. And meanwhile, nopony ever mentioned Archer’s cutie mark again.

When Big Macintosh came to pick Apple Bloom up at past twilight, Dinky just couldn’t thank her enough for helping her so much and saving her grade. It actually made Mac smile if in a uncomfortable worried sort of fashion. Archer’s parents hadn’t come to pick her up yet, but Archer explained that she was sleeping over with Dinky tonight. And of course on hearing that, Apple Bloom had to turn her eyes on Big Macintosh. And of course he outright absolutely forbade all sleepovers no how no when, not as long as she’s a colt. She probably could have thrown him by suggesting a sleepover with “other” colts, but she didn’t feel it was worth fighting over, and besides she still didn’t feel so good about calling herself a colt. Sure it was great when you were doing it in a filly, but no more sleepovers? Escorted to school and back? And of course... well, that one thing about fillies that being a colt was really making Apple Bloom see just what she’s missing.

Apple Bloom’s gut was feeling heavy by the time they got back, likely from the rich food so she took some extra hay time, but then Applejack came home! It was way late when Applejack came through the door, and Applejack was looking tired and flustered and worn out, but she was bound and determined to get back in time to see them all before bedtime.

“Applejack!” Apple Bloom declared, though it sounded more like “Appmmhmm!” with her mouth full.”

“I’m back y’all!” Applejack announced, hanging her hat up by the door and striding in like she owned the place. Because she did. Literally own the place. Uh, anyways.

Applejack continued boisterously, “Hey Big Mac! Hey Granny! Glad I got here before the lights were out but it was mighty close there for a minute. Hey there, uh...” a nervous smile danced on Applejack’s face as Apple Bloom downed the last of her fodder and ran up to her, giving her sister a big hug, Dinky style. “....... Apple Bloom.”

“Why you pattin’ me on the back, sis?” Apple Bloom said in the strangely awkward hug that Applejack seemed to insist on. Applejack backed up, straightening and saying, “Uh, nothing I uh, just,”

“Bedtime,” came Big Mac’s voice, causing Applejack to sigh relievedly and Apple Bloom to protest.

“Aw come on the moon’s not even‒ Applejack just got back! I just wanna find out everything she did with Discord an’ the princesses.” Applejack started to sweat at the mention of that, but Apple Bloom heedlessly went on, “It took all your friends so it must’ve been important, and you were gone for days!”

“Uh... heh,” Applejack said quietly, reaching unconsciously for her nonpresent hat.

“Was he making trouble? Did you have to fight him at all?”

“Uh, you could say that,” Applejack admitted slowly, with a terrible poker face indicating she wasn’t telling the whole story.

“Did he service you like the letter said he would?”

“That’s enough outta you Apple Bloom,” Granny Smith declared, “Applejack has had a long day...s... and she needs her sleep, and so do yer!”

Apple Bloom stomped her hoof, but Granny was right, and again it wasn’t a battle worth fighting. She turned on her way out of the room though and asked Applejack, “At least before ah go I gotta know, is Discord gonna make me a filly again?” Apple Bloom was surprised to feel a bit of disappointment well up in her chest on saying that. Of course this colt thing was temporary‒ she’d just die if it weren’t, but... she had been hoping she could help more fillies before it ended, make more of that delicious penis goo and all.

Applejack hesitated a long time before answering. “Come on,” she said, “I’ll tell you while we get ready for bed.”

Applejack followed along after Apple Bloom, who looked at Applejack askance as they walked down the hall and in. Apple Bloom said, “Are you sure you wanna follow me like this?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Applejack said gently to her, “It’s not something I can break to you easy.”

“Well it’s just, I gotta go pee,” Apple Bloom retorted critically. Applejack seemed to notice at that point that she’d managed to follow Apple Bloom devotedly and distractedly all the way into the toilet room.

“Uh, p-pee right, pee with your boy‒you‒your uh, I’ll uh, be bathroom. Teeth!”

Apple Bloom tried in vain to decipher what Applejack just said, but guessed she would just have to ask Applejack later, after she was in the bathroom, brushing her teeth. Applejack had rushed off faster than you could say hog’s whistle, not even bothering to turn around as she left, so Apple Bloom just took care of her business and followed more sedately thereafter.

“Discord is... busy,” Applejack answered in the bathroom later, after a good long tooth brushing, longer than she usually did. “Real ...busy. yup. Busy. The princesses both want him to do them‒ their tasks for him for a good long while. They’re princesses you know, ageless and ancient, and they take a... special touch, if you know what I mean. (And I really hope you don’t.)”

“What was that last part?” Apple Bloom asked, turning off the faucet from washing her hooves.

“Nothin’ nothin’. But uh... golly Apple Bloom I don’t know how to break this to you, but... Discord is gonna be a while longer, maybe even a week. It is real important, and he can’t be interrupted, and I hope you can understand he totally dropped this on you at the worst time but... you’re going to have to stay a colt for a while longer now.”

“Alright, thanks sis,” Apple Bloom said giving Applejack a friendly nuzzle, already thinking pleasantly of who she was going to do tomorrow, “You take care, and good night!”

“W-wait‒ you, uh,” Applejack lifted a hoof then looked at it confusingly, lowering it to stand on again. “You ain’t upset?”

“Why would I be upset?”

“You know... for stayin’ a colt and all?”

Apple Bloom chuckled to herself, “Aw, Applejack, it ain’t all that bad. I been enjoying myself a lot actually!”

“Enjoying yourself, huh?” Applejack asked skeptically.

“Yeah, doing all sorts of things only a colt can do!”

“Only a colt can do?” Applejack’s voice faded to a squeak as she brought her hoof nervously across her chest.

“Yeah my friends love it. And I been helping other fillies too.”

“Helping other... fillies, how?”

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes, “Duh. Exams are next week? We got a whole class of fillies who can’t study, and they need my help!”

Applejack bit her lip then said in the dark hallway, “Heh uh... you mean like, studying together right? Not like, you mean like, like studying right?”

“Yeah...?” Apple Bloom said slowly, “I was just over at a unicorn named Dinky’s tonight. She had piz‒ we did like, flashcards and teaching her stuff.”

“Who else you been teaching stuff?” Applejack asked dangerously. Dangerously for which of them she wouldn’t be able to say.

“Well there’s a bunch of colts‒”

“Colts?!” Applejack blurted out eyes bugging out in mental imagery.

Apple Bloom stopped at the outburst then hesitantly said, “Y-yeah, you wouldn’t believe what colts don’t know. Their classes didn’t even begin to cover it!”

“Oh right, right. Studyin’”

The two stood there silently for a moment, before Apple Bloom turned to her bed saying, “I’ll just... go to bed then. Night ‘sis...?”

That seemed to snap Applejack out of it and she nodded, backing off and closing the door fast enough to make a rush of air. It was only then that Apple Bloom paid attention to just how funny Applejack was smelling, more and more as they talked. Funny as in, like a filly funny. As in, strangely enticing. Not even daring to contemplate what that could imply, Apple Bloom just buried herself in her covers which, sadly, were losing the scent of her fillyhood as days went by. It was still comforting though. She had some more time to be a colt now, and resolved to make the best use of it, and now she was confident that in due time she would be stinking up these covers filly style again.

Thankfully Apple Bloom had remembered to go pee before she slept, because although when she woke up she did not have a morning erection, as soon as Apple Bloom realized this and sighed in relief it immediately started to perk up. Soon despite her best efforts, her penis was uncomfortably stiff again. It didn’t last long though, what with walking around and chores and stuff. Was a bit awkward to explain to Applejack and Big Mac though. Especially Applejack. She was just not taking this very well, so hot and bothered all the time. She must have been really upset. Apple Bloom needed to be a filly again, or something, if for no other reason than her sister’s peace of mind.

It wasn’t long after Big Mac left with Apple Bloom for school that Applejack announced to Granny, “...we’re out of Moon Tea,”

“But we just‒” Granny started.

“We’re out. I’m gonna go get more. Don’t wait for me.” So Applejack gallopped off toward town, in a different direction from the school, with Apple Bloom none the wiser.

At the beginning of the day, Apple Bloom was trying to plan out which fillies to take care of, and what to do on the weekend. But what threw her for a loop almost immediately that morning was Sweetie Belle coming in. The candy white unicorn looked tired and upset, like a filly who’s been crying all night, but hopefully it wasn’t that bad. Then Apple Bloom started to get an idea of the reason, because in her left saddlebag was a familiar looking thermos, and a familiar looking second lunchbox was perched firmly on her tail.

Apple Bloom actually lost a good portion of the day’s review of the history of the Eastern Republic, due to worrying about Sweetie Belle. Apple Bloom kept glancing back at her, watching her drinking down that Moon Tea, and trying to see if Sweetie was using any ice packs, and wondering what the buck could have happened. Sweetie’s estrus was as gone as Scootaloo’s, wasn’t it? Apple Bloom certainly hadn’t been ungenerous with her application of boy stuff. But if so, then why would Sweetie be doing that again? Was somepony forcing her to? Did Apple Bloom’s efforts somehow not take?

She couldn’t ask Sweetie Belle directly frustrating as that is, but Apple Bloom did the next best thing. She rushed up immediately to Scootaloo at the beginning of break, before the pegasus could buzz off, finding her off in the hallway outside of class. It sure looked like Scootaloo wanted to buzz off anyway though, for some reason. But this was important, so Scoots could wait a few minutes.

”Uh, h-hey Apple Bloom--” Scootaloo started to say.

”Did you see that?” Apple Bloom said to her urgently, “Sweetie was drinking her Moon tea!”

”Uh... yeah... Sweetie’s in heat again,” Scootaloo said, scratching her head self consciously.

”But how?” Apple Bloom whispered tensely, eye to eye with the pegasus.

“W-uh-well uh-” Scootaloo was just stuttering and blushing hard enough to burst, her tail down protectively between her legs. Apple Bloom blushed herself and backed up then, giving Scootaloo some personal space. That filly sure needed a lot of it.

“Sorry...” Apple Bloom said softly. “But ah mean, I already put boy stuff in Sweetie.”

“B-boy stuff, yeah...” Scootaloo confirmed not thinking about boy stuff at all whatsoever.

“You don’t think it took?” Apple Bloom suggested. “It seemed to work, but it was only my second time, and I did it funny sitting on top of her while she stood in place. Maybe she didn’t like my weight bearing down on her?”

“Bearing down on her...” Scootaloo offered intelligently, her eyes losing focus as her mind went places.

“You okay, Scootaloo?” Apple Bloom asked raising a critical eyebrow.

Scootaloo shook herself, as if to clear her head, saying, “What, me? No I’m fine! Perfectly fine! Better than fine even! No problems here, heh heh.”

“Well that’s good to know,” said Apple Bloom with a smile, “But Sweetie might be a different picture. Has she been avoiding me this whole time because I didn’t cure her estrus at all?”

“No‒ no, you did,” Scootaloo said hesitantly, “You really, really did. It just might have... I dunno... worn off?”

“Dinky was right!” moaned Apple Bloom, covering her face in her hooves, “There’s no way I can satisfy all the fillies if they go back into heat!”

“Well maybe it’s just-- um...” Scootaloo bit her lip, unable to say.

“At least it’s not happening to you Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom said relievedly, “I don’t know what I’d do if both of you had it again. That would be terrible!”

“Terrible! Yeah...” Scootaloo agreed with an uneasy smile. “Good thing we don’t have that to worry about, huh?”

“Still, this makes it even more important,” Apple Bloom said, sitting down and rubbing her chin. “If Sweetie gets no help for her estrus, then that really will make her mean, and that’d just destroy her. I gotta find a way to reach her, get her head straight, put to rest her concerns about colts, and I guess to put more boy stuff in her.”

“More boy stuff,” Scootaloo agreed dreamily.

“I should have known when I found I could make more myself, that it wouldn’t last forever,” Apple Bloom sighed, “At least mah goo is more effective than Moon tea.”

“A lot easier to get too,” Scootaloo grumbled.

“I dunno, my sister gets it pretty easily,” Apple Bloom noted, “Moon tea, that is. I couldn’t get her to stop shoving the stuff at me. You can’t get it yourself?”

“Well, not really,” Scootaloo vacillated, “Fillies aren’t exactly allowed to buy it at the store, not until they get to the big 1-8.”

“Yeah, but your parents just buy it for you until then,” Apple Bloom said.

”Look, can we just keep this about Sweetie?!” Scootaloo snapped at her.

”Okay, okay,” Apple Bloom said, raising her hooves. “So we gotta find some way to help her, and I gotta be with her again and- and that’d show her that she’s alright around colts!”

”What would?”

Apple Bloom spoke thoughtfully, saying ”If I’m puttin’ my boy stuff in, then it’ll be totally obvious to her that colts only make her nice and happy.”

”Didn’t seem to work last time...” Scootaloo grumbled crossing her hooves.

”That’s where you come in, Scoots!” Apple Bloom yelped brightly.

”Me?” Scootaloo looked at Apple Bloom with curiosity.

”Yeah you’ll be the uh, Sweetie Belle, and she’ll be the Rarity, and I’ll be Rarity’s stallion, I mean Sweetie Belle’s stallion, I mean‒”

”I get it,” the orange filly said rolling her eyes.

Apple Bloom blushed, but continued anyway. ”When I put my stuff in her last,” she explained, “We were all alone that time, but Sweetie Belle knows that Rarity’s fine when she’s alone. It only goes south when her sister’s trying to be with her. So it doesn’t help Sweetie Belle if it’s just me, but if you’re there, then Sweetie will know she’s not like Rarity, because ah bet she’ll totally love you!”

”I get it!” Scootaloo chirped eagerly, “So, so it’s like a test. Sweetie Belle puts herself to the test, and then she knows and doesn’t have to cry anymore!”

Apple Bloom looked at Scootaloo askance, saying ”...I thought you said she weren’t cryin’“

Scootaloo blushed and her wings fluttered, looking left and right as she stammered ”Uh, well, you know,”

”Never mind,” Apple Bloom interrupted, shaking her head at the silly filly. “Now, first you gotta tell Sweetie Belle so she can‒”

”Woah, woah!” Scootaloo interrupted. “No way she’d ever agree to this! She’d thinks she would become evil if you’re just near her, much less inside her!”

“But she’s gotta!” Apple Bloom fussed furiously, “It’s the only way she’ll ever learn. Besides, she did it before.”

Scootaloo gave a pained grimace of sympathy saying, “Do you really want to wait for her heat to get so bad that Sweetie Belle can’t stand it anymore?”

“I see your point,” Apple Bloom admitted glumly.

“So here’s what we’re gonna do,” Scootaloo said, pulling Apple Bloom into a huddle.

“We’re gonna stage an intervention.”

“Like a stage play?” Apple Bloom asked uncomprehendingly.

“No no it’s just an expression,” Scootaloo said her nostrils flaring angrily. She looked like she regretted doing that, pulling away from Apple Bloom abruptly to stand separate from the filly gone colt.

“It’s like when Twilight had that drinking problem,” Scootaloo explained. “You get her in a room with all her friends and tell her she needs to cut it out, and then she can’t leave until she at least talks it out,” Scootaloo explained.

“How do you know about that?” Apple Bloom asked.

Scootaloo scrunched her face nervously, saying, “Oh, she um, sort of was holding me ransom to get at Rainbow Dash’s secret Cider supply.”

Apple Bloom nodded sympathetically. “Cider is a helluva drug.”

“So we stage an intervention,” Scootaloo continued, “Which means tricking Sweetie into thinking you’re not going to be there, and then you are. Then she confesses and stuff, and it all works out great.”

“I dunno Scoots, that seems kinda mean.”

“And leaving her like this is not?”

“You’re right... Sweetie Belle needs help,” Apple Bloom agreed decisively. “And so does her sister, it sounds like. I can’t do much about Rarity, but if you and me work together, we might just be able to help Sweetie Belle once and for all.”

“I am totally up for that,” Scootaloo cheered.

“Alright,” Apple Bloom said, dragging Scootaloo into a huddle again, “So here’s the plan...”

(rasarasarasarasarasarasara)

After conspiring together, Apple Bloom asked again, just to be sure, “So let me get this straight. Our plan is that I hide in the clubhouse, and then you bring Sweetie Belle to the clubhouse?”

“That’s about it, yeah,” Scootaloo said.

“So where does the quart of plum pudding come in?”

“Right after the giant eggbeaters.”

“Oh yeah.”

“... you know what,” Scootaloo decided, “Let’s skip that part. Just wait for me at the clubhouse during second break and I’ll bring Sweetie over.”

Apple Bloom nodded solemnly, hoping Sweetie would forgive her for what they had to do, hoping it wouldn’t horribly backfire in some way that would result in Sweetie Belle hating them forever, and delivering all their closest secrets to Diamond Tiara in order to ingratiate herself into the secretive cult of Tiara who would enact their scheme to curse the world with a thousand days of hunger only to be foiled by the amazing intrepid adventurer Daring Do herself. But it would probably be fine.

Scootaloo had to keep herself far apart from Apple Bloom to even talk with Sweetie Belle, so it was a necessary hardship, but Apple Bloom really didn’t appreciate not having her best friends to rely on. That meant Apple Bloom was going to have to dodge fillies all by herself, and when she was totally ready to put it in a filly her penis just liked coming out and teasing both her and the fillies, even when she tried to say no. And when they stick their butts at you it’s just kind of hard to say no to that. You just want to climb on and start going. But Apple Bloom had to, for Sweetie Belle’s sake, as the whole scheme wouldn’t work if Apple Bloom was tapped out this afternoon. Letting Scootaloo uh... distance herself from Apple Bloom’s presence entirely too quickly, Apple Bloom sighed after the pegasus, and turned the corner to the school yard.

Only to be confronted by not a single filly to be seen.

“...wha?”

Rainbow Dash was not having a good day. The featherheads from south Hoofington had diverted a jetstream in the wrong direction pulling in heat and low humidity from the south. This was going to mess up her plans for a nice summer rainstorm to help cool off all those hot bums swinging around town. And the interruption was reminding her of how long she had until work was over, and there were like 3 hours left. A mare has needs, you know! She didn’t want to wait 3 hours. But what can you do? Can’t exactly buck clouds while bucking ponies.

It wasn’t exactly difficult work either, just moving cirrus clouds in to refract the sunlight which cools the air on one side and redirects humidity in from the east. Gave her plenty of time to think, and she had plenty of thoughts to think about trading stallions with Flitter, which could give her a shot at Buddy. And how Star Hunter was going to have to fly north for some fillies he knew in Whinnipeg but Dash was prepared for that with the strapping and healthy Thunderlane ready to chase her across the sky. Among other fillies. But this Sunday he was all hers.

And, having thought about the stallions now Dash didn’t have anything to think about. She dragged another line of netlike clouds in place, wisping out the corners before going to the next row, along with the other three pegasi in parallel behind her. She started thinking about Scootaloo again, and how she was being all flippant about estrus. She was at the same age as all the other fillies with it, so she had to be feeling it. It was like, synchronized or something. Dash just had to guess that Scootaloo found Rainbow Dash to be so awesome that she couldn’t lose face by letting it show at all. That was an admirable amount of control, if so. Dash knew she would never be able to pull something off like that.

Not that she wanted to, as that would make her miss a cornucopia of stallions, but when she was a filly it had been just one horrifically anxiety ridden day after another. Living on Moon tea basically. Like her dad once said, if you save it for marriage than you feel the true magic of love. Poor dad was such a buffoon, but she hadn’t figured that out until way later in life. If anything she deserved to cut loose a little, to catch up from what stallions she missed before. Love was too much trouble anyway, and would seriously cut into her ‘me’ time. But Dash didn’t have to love to get some hot stallion in her, and that made her smile slyly a lot more than romance ever did.

Dash didn’t hate Moon Tea or anything. You still had to drink it or you were going to be getting heavy in the belly, but now that she was a technical adult, it was just so much easier to keep your impulses under control when you just sort of... embraced them. Really, she could never figure out why she hadn’t done that a lot earlier; would have saved a lot of frustrated seasons and lonely nights. Dash wasn’t a very smart pony though, and she wasn’t good at judging things that weren’t right in front of you like cloud positions, trade winds, or speed trails.

It was alright if she had to catch up a little as far as sex goes anyway; that’s what she’d done for everything in her life really. And as long as nopony found out about it, then ponies would continue to love her and help her out and think that she’s awesome. The perfect crime, really. One that left her thanking herself for doing it every day that estrus tried to dive bomb her.

Dash sort of wished she could be like Scootaloo. That filly actually deserved to be loved, and really was awesome. She didn’t have to pretend at all, she just ripped through town without a care in the world for what other ponies thought. And even though this estrus season had finally hit her, somehow Scootaloo was finding the strength to muscle through it. Dash really wanted to know her secret. It was almost like Scootaloo had a whole bunch of stallions to attend to her too. Dash couldn’t figure out how Scootaloo acted like that, without it actually being true, and it really puzzled her. Reminded her of how little she knew about that filly.

“Heh, maybe Discord made her a colt too and I didn’t even notice,” Rainbow Dash muttered. Then the implications of what was possible if Scootaloo was a colt hit her, making her forget her hoof until the cloud had just about torn a corner off. She hastily smoothed out her error, and pretended that this blush was totally intentional. There’s no way Scootaloo was a colt too, that was just crazy estrus thoughts. ...right?

Apple Bloom was grateful that every filly was avoiding her, as she certainly had some serious boy stuff to do to Sweetie Belle, and couldn’t be going and using herself up in the morning break, but why was every filly avoiding her? It was weird. Apple Bloom at a loss just sought out her one remaining friend, and once she saw Sweetie wasn’t nearby, Apple Bloom walked right up to Scootaloo without being accosted once, and nopony’s rear was turned her way. Just a bunch of staring. Angry, hateful staring.

“Ah dunno what’s goin on Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom nervously whispered to her.

“What’s wrong?” Scootaloo asked jumping down from the bars.

“Well it’s just‒” Bloom paused and leaned a little closer, “I’m not surrounded by fillies today.”

“Are you normally surrounded by fillies?” Scootaloo asked skeptically. Apple Bloom nodded.

“This estrus thing has been the talk of the playground ever since Sweetie blabbed about it,” Apple Bloom explained. “Yesterday I couldn’t get them to leave me alone, even though I was already tapped out!”

Scootaloo looked around, and the bars were entirely empty of other foals. “That is kind of weird,” she said. “I could ask around I suppose?”

“If you would I’d appreciate it,” Apple Bloom sighed, “Between the Sweetie Belle thing and this Saturday I don’t need another thing on my mind.”

“What’s this Saturday?” Scootaloo asked curiously.

“Oh! Uh, it’s a surprise,” Apple Bloom winked. “I wanna tell you both about it once we get Sweetie back on good terms again.”

Scootaloo nodded. They didn’t have much to say, so they parted ways. Apple Bloom didn’t have much to do all by herself. She’d counted on having to dodge fillies the whole first break so much that she didn’t have any other option. But at least without a retinue following her around she could approach the boys without them making themselves scarce. It was almost too easy.

“I dunno what you did,” Rumble said approaching Apple Bloom confidently, “But it sure worked. There’s no way you’ll catch it now!”

“I’m tellin you Rumble,” Apple Bloom muttered, “Cooties ain’t real. You don’t need to hide from fillies all the time.”

“It’s noble of you to sacrifice yourself to confirm the legend,” Rumble said, “But I’m not taking any chances. Besides fillies make me... nervous.”

“How so?” Apple Bloom asked curiously. They started to walk along the flower garden path, lovingly maintained by a trio of mares who lived near the school. It was a nice breezy day for summer, wasn’t hot and sticky like yesterday. Kind of like Apple Bloom herself, except it was the weather not her private parts. Most summer days were pleasant in Ponyville. It was only rare that a hot one came along, on account of that crack weather team. Rainbow Dash was pretty well known for revitalising Ponyville’s weather department and it showed, even if she wasn’t exactly a Wonderbolt.

“I don’t know how to explain it, it’s just the way they look at me,” Rumble said, looking around as he walked. “They get this hungry look in their eyes and I know it’s silly but sometimes I feel like they just want to eat me up.”

Apple Bloom snickered, “Well you’re half right, but you got the wrong side,” she joked unthinkingly.

“They can’t eat me, though!” Rumble insisted, “I’m way too big!”

Yep, that was it. Apple Bloom was rolling belly up among the flowers, laughing her head off. She stood up at last and patted Rumble saying, “You are just so funny, you know that?”

Rumble rolled his eyes in assent.

“Listen, I swear it’s not bad if you spend time with a filly,” Apple Bloom asserted to the pegasus, “They’re ponies too, and you could make some good friends I wager... and maybe if you do, you might learn something, from trying things out,” she finished with a smug purr.

“I still don’t see why you can’t just tell me what’s so great about fillies,” Rumble muttered, as they headed back toward the play yard.

“Well three reasons,” Bloom said tapping out a hoof, “First off it’s lots more fun if I show you. Second off I can’t find good words to describe it that do any justice. And third,” she lifted the hoof to cover her smile and said slyly, “It’s a surprise.”

“Well I don’t want to spoil the surprise,” he said reluctantly, “If you promise it’s a good surprise.”

“Cross my heart an’ hope to fly stick a cupcake in my ey‒ow!”

“You know you’re not actually supposed to‒”

“Ah know ah know!”

Author's Note

Sneaky, sneaky.

The Hubris of Fillies

During her unusually unoccupied recess, Apple Bloom even had a chance to play with that Daze fellow, right after Rumble went off with Featherweight. Shady was a real nice colt it turned out. He wasn’t nearly as intent on learning about the ‘surprise,’ and was unexpectedly supportive of her.

“It’s great that you’re so brave with the fillies,” he said admiringly, “I wish I was brave like that. I just hide in the cellar.”

“Shucks Shady,” Apple Bloom said, “It ain’t all that hard. Catch!” She tossed him the ball. He hit it back to her with his forehead and she turned and caught it on her tail. It was a bit hard to play ball down in this storm cellar, but it was a place no filly had thought to look so Shady spent much of his free time hiding down here.

“You just have to be approachable, you know,” Apple Bloom assured him, “Talk to them just like they were one of the colts. They’re ponies too ya know.” She tossed the ball up, and hip checked it at him, and he balanced it on his nose this time, protesting,

“But they’re not colts! They don’t even have a thing!”

“Well yeah,” admitted Apple Bloom, “But you don’t have to worry about that at all. It’ll take care of itself right nicely. Only thing you have to worry about is, confidence!”

“It’s still weird...” he mumbled, unconvinced.

“You’re tellin’ me,” Apple Bloom said uncomfortably, “I barely know what to do with a boy thing. Now toss me that ball.”

Apple Bloom caught the ball in her hooves, but overbalanced, falling onto her back with it wrapped in her forehooves. “Is it true you were a...” Shady’s voice came from beyond her ball blocked vision. “Is it true you’re really Apple Bloom?”

Apple Bloom let the ball roll away and climbed to her feet, which ended in hooves, saying “Of course I am! I just wanna know if you are finally gonna admit it, that I got magicked this way.”

Shady scraped a hoof, looking aside pensively, then said, “So uh, what’s the deal with estrus?”

Apple Bloom laughed and said, “Not even fillies know the answer to that one.”

“I mean,” he said, “Why is every filly so weird all the time? Like with the chasing and the... the wet butts and stuff. If they don’t have the Cooties, then why are they coming after colts all the time? You know what it’s like, so what goes through a filly’s head that makes them act that way?”

Apple Bloom tapped a hoof on the concrete floor, saying after some thought, “Estrus makes you think about colts a lot. Like, how they look and what they smell like. Sort of like a ...catchy jingle. You just can’t get it out of your head. Except instead of catching yourself singing all the time, you catch yourself mooning after colts. And I dunno, but it does ease off more just if there’s a colt nearby, and you don’t just have to imagine what he’s like. I think fillies chase you because they just get upset when you aren’t close by. Estrus makes every filly see every colt as like, like a teddy bear they slept with as a baby, except the feeling comes at you all at once outta the blue.”

Shady walked over to the ball while she explained, putting a forehoof on top of it and rolling it around in place. “You know, mares smell too...” he said in a slightly resentful tone.

“Boy do I know,” Apple Bloom agreed, “It’s weird how as a colt I can smell the mares way more than I can colts. When I was a filly, it was just the opposite!”

Shady perked up a bit, looking at her with a curious head tilt. “So, they smell different to you now?”

Apple Bloom shook her head. “Not different, just, like... stronger. And I dunno, tastier. Hey can you toss me the ball?” He did so, and she caught it on her tail, turning around with a boyish whoop. Once she had the ball, she pontificated further, “You smell fried hay all your life, and then one day it just smells like it would just hit the spot. That’s sorta what it’s like.”

“And the wet butts?” Shady really seemed interested in this stuff. Like, not from a jump up and stick it in perspective, but like it was genuinely eating him up inside not knowing what was going on. Apple Bloom just hoped she had enough knowhow to put him straight. She had already been a filly though, so what could she possibly get mixed up? Nah it’d be fine. She tossed the ball in her tail and he caught it and spun it atop his pastern, hanging onto it and looking at her for an answer.

“I think it’s just to make us all slippery inside,” Apple Bloom speculated, “But there might be another purpose to it.”

Shady frowned, scrunching his brow. “Slippery... inside?”

Apple Bloom laughed then and said, “Gettin’ ahead of yourself there, Romeo. I got a good filly in line to show you all about it tomorrow.”

“Oh alright,” Shady said amiably. He kicked the ball her way, and Apple Bloom balanced it on her posterior, bouncing it repeatedly up in the air like reverse dribbling. Then Shady added in a quickly eager tone, “...what about the ice packs?”

“Well they don’t call it heat for nothin” Apple Bloom smirked wryly.

Shady started to nod, but blinked, and looked at her incredulously. “So it really does get hot uh, down there?” he asked.

Apple Bloom nodded. “In all three senses of the word!”

“Three senses?” Shady asked. Apple Bloom bumped the ball at him and he caught it in his hooves, wobbling a bit as he reared up to wrap them around it. He dropped it to the ground and held it steady with his forehoof again.

“Yeah,” Apple Bloom said, “Temperature, spicy, and touch-me hot.”

“Touch-me hot?”

“W-well it’s like you got an itch,” Apple Bloom said, feeling a little awkward about describing such a vulnerable experience. “And, you want to scratch it. It’s like a burn, if a burn tickled instead of hurt.”

“I sort of feel that way when I jack off sometimes,” Shady confessed honestly.

“Jack...? Well anyway,” Apple Bloom said waving a hoof dismissively, “It’s not anything like the intensity I felt as a filly in estrus. You can hardly walk from it sometimes, and all you can think about is colts, colts colts. It’s enough to drive a filly to‒ well... do what I did.”

Shady rolled the ball her way, asking, “It really is better as a colt, then?”

“It’s a heck of a lot easier,” Apple Bloom tentatively agreed, jumping on the ball and keeping herself on top of it. “But, the hard parts of being a filly are pretty easy to fix if you have a colt around,” she qualified.

“How so?” Shady said with a sly smile.

“Ah ah, tomorrow,” Apple Bloom cautioned him, “Southwest field, north entrance, mid morning after chores.”

“Yeah, okay...” he said a bit unhappily.

“We don’t got time now anyway,” Apple Bloom admitted, jumping off the ball to kick it his way. “Morning break is half over,” she said while she was dealing with it, “And I’m uh, busy at second break. If you’re hankering to help cure a filly’s estrus, then just go find one yourself an’ I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

Apple Bloom made to leave the storm cellar then. She paused at the exit to Shady’s little hiding spot, saying, “I gotta go see Scootaloo about something. So, see you tomorrow?”

Shady nodded, making no move to leave, himself. Apple Bloom was tempted to let some filly know about his hideaway in this storm cellar, just so she could take care of one more filly’s estrus before the day was over, but that didn’t really seem fair to Shady. It’d never happen anyway, if Apple Bloom couldn’t get the fillies to come within 10 feet of her without running away. What was going on there?

It was the last official day of school. Middle and afternoon study were all going to be spent frantically trying to follow Cheerilee, who was trying to cram as much as she could in before the weekend came along. Morning study had already come and gone. Students were having mixed results, depending if they were full of estrus, or full of boy stuff, or a boy. Apple Bloom was kind of sad to see Cheerilee so hurried, and wished that the whole class could follow along with her. But, seven fillies is a pretty good effort for just one colt, she figured. Especially a colt who had only been so for such a short time.

Any thoughts on boy stuff left her head at once when Apple Bloom found Scootaloo being shoved around by the Terrible Two. It was pretty bad this time. Scootaloo looked like she had a few bites on her. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon were circling around and jeering at her. And the monitor was watching, but must not have seen anything because they weren’t coming over to break it up. And the worst part is, Scootaloo wasn’t fighting back. She was just crouched down, eyes bloody wide, babbling on like “What did... that’s not... it can’t be you... you’re lying!”

“Maybe that’s why you’re so small and weak all the time, because of what you did!”

That was the last thing Apple Bloom heard before she jumped into action. Literally jumped. She landed square on four feet right between the three of them, facing off Diamond and Silver shouting, “Leave her alone!”

“Oh,” said Silver Spoon with an exaggerated eye roll. “The prodigal son returns!”

“Yeah, you’re a prodigal!” Diamond Tiara parrotted viciously.

Silver winced and lifted a hoof saying “Uh‒ that’s not‒” in a less confident tone. Promptly ignored as Diamond continued her schpiel.

“I should be thanking you,” Diamond said happily, “I didn’t even have to try to make everypony hate you. You just did it all by yourself!”

“What are you even talkin about?” Apple Bloom shouted, scraping a hoof angrily. “Nopony hates me! Asides you two. What’s your problem?!”

“All those little ponies hurt,” she said petulantly, “And right before exams too. I don’t think they’ll even be able to take them, and all thanks to you!”

“I would never hurt nopony!”

“You probably don’t even know,” Silver smiled, looking AB out of the side of her face. “What you did to all those poor fillies.”

“Is there a problem here?”

Apple Bloom turned and looked up to see the monitor standing over them, putting DT uncomfortably in his shadow. Big, deep blue stallion with a crewcut pink mane, kind of clashy. Snazzy grey button up vest though, a Playground Monitor badge affixed to it.

“No sir,” Diamond Tiara said humbly and smoothly, “We were just thanking him for helping us out in our little ‘pecking order’.”

“That’s all well and good,” he said to her gruffly, “But I don’t want to hear your little ‘pecking order’” he gave air quotes, “Involve any colts, you got me?”

“Absolutely sir,” Silver said with a voice full of enthusiasm.

“Come on, kid,” the monitor said to Apple Bloom, guiding her gently with a hoof, “Let’s leave these three to their thing here and go find you a‒”

“These three?!” Apple Bloom exclaimed unable to even comprehend what he was saying. “What‒ How do‒” she was just fuming. “How can you say that?!”

“Son, I know it upsets you,” the older pony said comfortingly, “But you gotta understand sometimes fillies are just gonna fight. They got to prove themselves, and a stallion has to come to accept them the way they are.”

“Fightin don’t prove nothin!” Apple Bloom retorted angrily to the clearly insane playground monitor. The grownup just smiled as if Apple Bloom said something adorable.

“You know that,” he said, “And I know that, but come on, these are fillies,” he finished in a conspiratorial tone. “You know how they can be.”

“No ah don’t,” she punctuated with a stomp.

“Look,” the stallion said, somewhat perturbed now, “I just don’t want to see any colts getting hurt in this. Why don’t you come with me to safety, and then I’ll see what I can‒”

“I’m not leaving Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom declared, squaring her shoulders and spreading her legs, even as the much, much larger adult came right up to her. Her breath was hot in the air in between them as she stared up at him defiantly.

“You’re a very rude little colt, did you know that?” he said in angrily, “I think you need to take a trip to the schoolhouse for the rest of break, or until you learn to act like a proper gentlecolt.”

“I ain’t‒” Apple Bloom said, smacking his hoof away, but he was so strong even in that. His hesitance became an unstoppable force, once he started pulling his weight. She tried to get away from him, but he had her by the tail, and she kicked him in the pastern, making him curse and go for her right rear leg, and...

That’s when Apple Bloom saw Scootaloo, who wasn’t looking at her with any kind of thanks, or friendliness, or admiration. Tusselling with a grownup is just the sort of thing Scootaloo would think is cool. But no, after what Tiara said, Scootaloo was looking at Apple Bloom with the same fear and loathing Apple Bloom had seen in the eyes of every other filly in school. It was like Scootaloo was trying to say something, but was too tearfully angry to say it.

The shock of that was enough for the older stallion to get a good grip around Apple Bloom’s barrel and hoist her into the air.

“Scootaloo, what’s wrong?!” Apple Bloom cried, struggling, “What’d they say?!”

Scootaloo hesitated terribly before shouting out “Why don’t you ask Liza!” Then she just turned and ran away as fast as she could. From Apple Bloom.

Apple Bloom was still staring in shock, when she heard a juicy, “Ooooooooo!” come from behind and below her, down from below where the stallion was carrying her away. It was funny. When she looked at Diamond and Silver laughing there, at Diamond’s little ‘joke’ noise, Apple Bloom could have sworn there was this red tinge all around them in her vision. Very funny. Peculiar even.

“Diamond Tiara I will buck you until you can’t see no more you nightmare bucking maniac lemme go you bucking lunatic lemme at her I’ll show you a pecking order Diamond I’ll peck you until not even the chickens can find all the pieces get back here you walking bag of horse pies ain’t an apple more rotten than you you, you... worst pony!!”

That was about all Apple Bloom could say before she got carried out of earshot. Then she just hung limply until they got to the school house. Miss Cheerilee was not happy to see her. But she was happy to hear that Apple Bloom hadn’t got into a fight.

“Especially since you’re a... your... condition!” Cheerilee had stated in that bright uncertain tone of hers.

“Just give me the papers to fill out,” Apple Bloom said glumly. She wished she wasn’t so familiar with the school’s disciplinary process, but it just always seemed to catch her at the worst time. She didn’t do anything wrong! She never did! Well, okay maybe that one time. Yeah that other time was totally her fault too. But not this time!

Writing out “I will act like a proper gentlecolt,” repeatedly for the course of the remaining break was humiliating in more ways than one. Apple Bloom hated how every pony seemed so intent on reminding her of her situation, as if being a colt was more important than being who you are, like some kind of special status or something. Apple Bloom felt almost like she got turned into a princess, but with a penis instead of freaky magical powers and the chance to go flying.

As the other students started to trickle in, Cheerilee gracefully let Apple Bloom stop her busywork, and Cheerilee put the papers into a drawer behind her desk. Far as Apple Bloom cared, Cheerilee could shred the darn things. And now Scootaloo was pulling a Sweetie Belle on her, not even looking at her. That meant there was... maybe buckin’ Twist left, who gave her the time of day? Apple Bloom’s friendship with Peppermint Twist had suffered a lot from the fact that Apple Bloom couldn’t stand the taste of peppermint. Also Twist never stopped going on about how great her cutie mark was.

Apple Bloom would take that in a minute though, if it didn’t mean being ostracised by the whole bucking school. She wasn’t feeling very good at all, and felt even less good when Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon strutted into class. They gave Apple Bloom a hard silent look as soon as they walked in, then Diamond said “Hey, Scootaloo! Too bad you had to hide behind your coltfriend,”

“I wasn’t hiding!” Scootaloo spoke up angrily, looking neither them nor Apple Bloom in the eyes. Apple Bloom looked to Cheerilee, who was once again just quietly at the chalkboard. Tiara walked right up to Scootaloo and said,

“Guess you finally admitted you weren’t a real mare.” Diamond seemed to smile at the thought, tilting her head elegantly, “Oh I’m Scootaloo and I’m such a wimp! How will I ever save myself from being a loser!”

“Shut up!” Scootaloo retorted, looking at Diamond Tiara hotly. Apple Bloom wanted to say something because it looked like Cheerilee was going to explode again, and she didn’t want anypony to go through that, not even Diamond Tiara. But she didn’t want to get in any more trouble than she already was. Why couldn’t Cheerilee just break it up right away?

“Think you’re gonna find another coltfriend?” Diamond taunted Scootaloo, “Ha! As if any colt would want to do it with a sick little filly like‒”

“Excuse me class,” Cheerilee announced loudly. She was looking at Diamond somewhat sadly, as she announced, “We’re going to start the lesson soon, and there won’t be any trouble making that could possibly cause a disruption. Am I clear, Scootaloo?”

...wait what?

“Yeah yeah,” Scootaloo said just covering her head in her hooves.

“Am I clear, Diamond Tiara?” Cheerilee repeated.

“Yes Miss Cheerilee,” Diamond said ever so sweetly, her and her partner in crime breaking into acidic giggles.

Needless to say, Apple Bloom managed to miss most of what was being taught that period. She was completely beside herself. Cheerilee barely even raised her voice. Wasn’t she supposed to get real mad? Why was she threatening Scootaloo? Why first? Sure Apple Bloom would have gone hooves first at Diamond after a comment like that, so it’d make sense to address Scootaloo first to stop any violence. But Apple Bloom couldn’t figure, why didn’t Cheerilee do the same thing for her anymore? Was it because she was a colt now? But that would mean

“Oh mah god, grownups like colts more than fillies!” Apple Bloom realized, loudly. Cheerilee’s voice died off, from whatever sentence she was saying. Apple Bloom then realized that she’d realized that loudly enough, for the entire class to turn and look at her. Apple Bloom hunched over and buried her head in her book, pencil wiggling morosely as she hid behind the notebook, taking very important notes on things, and stuff.

“While that is not true at all,” Cheerilee claimed to Apple Bloom, “And every pony is special both colts and fillies, I don’t see what that has to do with the anatomy of Corvus corax.” And now the class was laughing. Apple Bloom wanted to die. But first she had to kill every single grownup just to make sure they wouldn’t embarass any colt like this ever ag‒ and now she was doing it too!

Apple Bloom thought about what Scootaloo said about Liza. Now that Apple Bloom thought about it, it looked like Liza Doolots was absent today. But what could that have to do with... hurting fillies? Was DT suggesting that Apple Bloom hurt Liza? And that was why she was staying home? How could Diamond convince Scootaloo that Bloom’d hurt Liza, much less that Apple Bloom had hurt Scootaloo too? How could Apple Bloom have hurt “so many” fillies? It was just more of Tiara’s lies, and Liza was at the center of it!

Apple Bloom kept sneaking looks at Scootaloo, whom she found was sneaking looks at her in return. Looks that seemed torn between two states of mind: cold and hurt, and hot and... hungry. Every time Apple Bloom so much as glanced at Sweetie Belle, she could swear the unicorn went straight for her tea, totally ignoring her.

The three of them were clearly hurting pretty bad, and Apple Bloom decided she had to put a stop to this, and fast. How DT had gotten under all their hides at once was a mystery. And the first step to solving it, was to get the information she needed from Scootaloo. Scootaloo might be upset at that, but it wasn’t like she could get any more upset. Really, Apple Bloom didn’t have anything to lose.

The grownups seemed to sense that Apple Bloom didn’t have anything to lose, or possibly sense that Apple Bloom’s murderous rage at Diamond Tiara earlier needed some kind of mediation going on, so of course once again Apple Bloom had a bucking escort. That pony would be the first thing she needed to lose, yet it was near impossible to do that because...

“A bridle?!” Apple Bloom exclaimed aghast.

“It’s just to be safe,” explained Cheerilee. “Tempers might still be flaring hot, you know.”

“But‒ but how am I gonna eat?” Apple Bloom pleaded desperately.

“Please Apple Bloom,” Cheerilee chided, “It’s not a prison bridle; it’s just a retainer. There isn’t any bit, it’s just to make sure you stay with the playground monitor.”

So, like it or not, Apple Bloom was stuck during lunch, literally, right close to a big dumb lime green grownup mare, who loved colts so much she didn’t think twice about fillies beating Scootaloo black and blue, while she feasted on live rabbits and plotted the return of Grogar no doubt. Apple Bloom didn’t actually know, because the monitor wasn’t saying much, and of course Apple Bloom wasn’t saying much either, but Apple Bloom figured it must have been something exactly like that.

Funny thing about bridles is, you can slip it off pretty easy, but soon as it goes slack it’ll get the attention of whoever’s holding it. So it really is just to keep you in line, drag you around nose first in a way you can’t resist, but they can’t actually do much harm to you. Apple Bloom still hated it to death. But, it wasn’t impossible. Trying to figure how to slip it off, she got an idea.

It didn’t take much in terms of cajoling and gentle tugs to get the monitor to stand next to Apple Bloom over in front of the fence. Then, Apple Bloom sat there until it looked like the older mare was daydreaming. Scooting backwards with a catlike grace, Apple Bloom lightly flipped over the fence just in time to catch her cheek on the filly high fence post. With the fence, went the bridle, sliding cleanly off Apple Bloom and dangling over the post. Apple Bloom waited a frozen moment, to see if the monitor had noticed, but the monitor was too busy humming a song about smiles or something.

With a devious grin, Apple Bloom tiptoed off until her monitor was entirely out of sight. Time to find where Scootaloo was eating. The pegasus had chosen a picnic table well away from the school house, probably to avoid Diamond and any others... and Apple Bloom of course. But Apple Bloom wasn’t going to stand for that one more minute. Pulling some appropriate attire out of the clothing store, she marched right up to Scootaloo, and said,

“Scootaloo, we need to talk.”

“Gah!” shrieked Scootaloo jumping about three pony heights into the air. Apple Bloom caught Scootaloo’s flying lunch box on a hoof, arranging so the food would fall back into the box semi-neatly. It was all eggplant today, weird. Just like Scootaloo always brought something weird for lunch. Scootaloo looked around wildly, and finally spied Apple Bloom. The pegasus filly stared at Apple Bloom incredulously, asking,

“Is that a trench coat? Aren’t you hot?”

“Ahm in cognito!” Apple Bloom replied assertively, carefully placing down the lunch box on the picnic table. “Now, what on earth happened to Liza?”

Scootaloo’s face fell and she immediately said, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You have to talk about it,” Apple Bloom said, “This is important!”

“No it’s not!” shouted Scootaloo, “Telling you won’t make any difference! It’ll just make you upset and won’t make anypony better at all.”

“I ain’t takin no for an answer!” shouted Apple Bloom, throwing down her coat.

“I ain’t... taking tell you for an answer!” countered Scootaloo.

“That’s it!” Apple Bloom said biting down on Scootaloo’s tail, “We’re goi’ fo a walk!”

“I’m not going anywhere!” Scootaloo yelled back digging her hooves in, “Leave me alone, Apple Bloom!”

“Nerrer!”

Apple Bloom wasn’t surprised when a right hoof kicked her in the cheek. What did surprise her, was when her own punched Scootaloo’s face right back. Scootaloo jumped on top of her, and Apple Bloom reared up, the two getting tangled in a mess of orange and yellow limbs rolling around in a tight scuffle. Apple Bloom would have had a size advantage, but she kept finding herself holding back, and hesitating for some reason. It’s not like she’d normally spare Scootaloo any slack, as there was no way Scoots would ever do the same for her. Apple Bloom wasn’t nearly as mad as she usually got when somepony attacked her either, and found herself defending more than going after the other pony.

They froze the moment a playground monitor’s voice came, shouting, “What’s going on over there?!”

“Cheese it!” Scootaloo shouted, and the two bolted immediately, running full tilt out of the playground before the monitor caught up to them.

“She’s chasing us!” Apple Bloom yelled, as they charged into town proper, pony traffic looking very dangerous at these speeds. Bloom knew Scootaloo could go way faster than this, if she’d engage her wings, but that’d leave Apple Bloom to the mercy of whatever mare had seen them fighting. But it was the only way! “We need to split up!” Apple Bloom yelled.

“I have a better idea!” Scootaloo shouted, “Follow me!” and she ran into one of the alleys between two adorable stucco walled straw roof cottages, which made up the bulk of Ponyville’s architecture. Ponyville’s side streets weren’t exactly twisty or turny, mostly a radial pattern from town hall except particular neighborhoods, but Scootaloo seemed to know what she was doing. And sure enough, as Bloom slid around the corner she saw Scootaloo ducking down into a basement grating, with the grating itself conspicuously absent. It was a bit of a squeeze for Apple Bloom, and for a moment she panicked as her hindquarters got stuck, but Scootaloo gave a heave and Apple Bloom tumbled in. They sat there in the darkness with baited breath, watching until the monitor’s hooves thundered past without pause.

In the quiet, cool darkness, Apple Bloom softly asked “Is this a wine cellar?”

“Yup,” said Scootaloo, “I don’t think any grownups know that I know about it either.”

“How’d you find this place?” Apple Bloom asked nervously. Not just nervous because they were in some strange pony’s house, but because this wine cellar was a very enclosed place, and she already felt Scootaloo’s scent tickling her nose like cinnamon. Apple Bloom hadn’t been able to get her penis out all day, which made it even harder to think about other things at hand, such as saving their friendship.

“Oh, you know, I just know a lot of good hiding places around town,” Scootaloo said bashfully, her head turning aside in shadow.

Apple Bloom paused a second, and said, “Are we gonna keep fighting?”

Scootaloo’s shoulders sagged. “No point. The moment is lost,” she grumbled.

“Alright then,” Apple Bloom said as softly, “What happened to Liza?”

Scootaloo tensed up suddenly, looking around in the darkness with big eyes as if noticing the confining nature of her hiding spot for the first time. “L-L-leave me alone!” she said to Apple Bloom, backing up from her and getting distance apart. “Stay back!” Amazingly enough, that just seemed to make Scootaloo’s smell even stronger.

Apple Bloom stood where she was, confused beyond belief. “What’s wrong, Scootaloo?” she asked “I ain’t gonna in no way hurt you.”

“Y-you’re not gonna put more... boy stuff in me?” Scootaloo quavered. “B-because you can’t! I won’t let you!”

Apple Bloom just stared silently. Had Scootaloo forgotten or something? “I’m saving it for Sweetie Belle,” she said carefully, “This afternoon, remember?”

“Don’t you touch Sweetie Belle!” Scootaloo said angrily, suddenly getting in Apple Bloom’s face. But then Scootaloo blushed and backed away again, the very picture of uncertainty.

“Did an adult put you up to this?” Apple Bloom said, “Because I’m not fallin for it. Sweetie needs mah boy stuff to stop her estrus. And from the looks of it I’d say you‒”

“Liza’s sick!” Scootaloo interrupted tensely.

“She’s...?” Apple Bloom trailed off dumbly.

“Discord,” Scootaloo spat. “You got cursed by Discord, remember?”

“Kinda hard not to remember, every time I swing my legs,” Apple Bloom said grumpily.

“S-so your... your boy stuff got cursed too,” Scootaloo went on. “And it made Liza sick!”

In the following moments, had the cellar flooded with light as the enterprising wine storing pony came down to sample their own wares, Apple Bloom probably wouldn’t have even twitched in response. But it remained entirely quiet, and dark as pitch. Finally, Apple Bloom just shouted, “Whaaat?!”

Scootaloo winced and Apple Bloom went on saying, “It cain’t be! How do you know that? Discord never said anything about a curse! He didn’t even mention boy stuff! He said it was gonna be a totally normal colt in every way, then made me the it!”

Scootaloo remained silent, so Bloom added in a little more level tone, “How is she? Liza, I mean. Is she... hurt real bad?”

“I don’t know,” Scootaloo confessed, “I haven’t seen Liza today. It was just what Bee Bop told me.”

“Bee Bop is Liza’s friend?”

“No, Bee Bop is Bloo’s friend.”

“And Bloo is‒?”

“Bloo is Bolt’s friend.”

“Who’s Bolt?”

“I dunno, but she’s Bloo’s friend. And she heard from Cheery that Liza had gotten some bad boy stuff in her, and that’s why she had to stay home.”

Apple Bloom face hooved, and drew her hoof down the bridge of her somewhat squarer nose before saying, “So let me get this straight, Bee Bop told you that Bloo told her that somepony named Bolt told her that somepony named Cheery told her that Liza was sick?”

“Cheerilee announced it and everything!” Scootaloo insisted, “Didn’t you hear her?”

Apple Bloom’s blush would have gotten lost in the gloom and she said, “No ah, ah sorta wasn’t paying attention. Too worried about Sweetie Belle.” She was starting to get really nervous now. “Miss Cheerilee told you,” she said with a quiver in her voice “That... that my boy stuff m-made Liza sick?”

“No no, that’s what Cheery told Bolt who told Bloo who told Bee Bop who told me. Miss Cheerilee just said she was ‘absent due to illness.’ Miss Cheerilee is too considerate to embarass you in front of the entire class.”

Apple Bloom sighed in relief, but she was too spooked now to feel real confident about herself. “Well uh... right then, I still want to go with my original plan.”

“And that is?” Scootaloo said suspiciously, tail pressing against her legs protectively.

“You and me,” said Apple Bloom. Scootaloo tensed. “Are gonna go pay Liza a visit. And we’re gonna find out the truth, and get this worked out one way or the other.” Apple Bloom said a little more hesitantly, “A-and if I did make... Liza sick then... then I gotta know so I don’t do it to Sweetie Belle, and... I gotta apologize.”

“You’re sure the curse isn’t going to force you to put boy stuff into Sweetie Belle?” Scootaloo said alarmedly.

“There is no curse,” Apple Bloom snapped. Then she added, “Ah mean... no, nothin’ is forcing me to put boy stuff into fillies. Worst that happens is, I think about it when I see their undersides, or catch wind of ‘em, and I feel kind of put out when I don’t get to do it, and my thing starts acting up and moving around. And that’s it. It’s like a tenth as bad as estrus.”

Apple Bloom raised a hoof and solemnly said, “I swear on my word that I will not put one more drop of boy stuff into fillies until I’m sure Liza is O.K. and not suffering from anything I did.”

You couldn’t really see Scootaloo’s blush, but you sure could feel the heat from it from a good ways away. “T-t-that’s... great!” Scootaloo said in a strangely disappointed tone. “Let’s uh, let’s go find Liza and we can get the boy stuff I mean we can see if she’s O.K. and then do more boy stuff.”

“You sure you’re feeling alright, Scootaloo?” Apple Bloom said, walking forward in the darkness and putting a hoof on Scootaloo’s forehead. She felt pretty hot. “Sweetie isn’t the only one I’m worried about here.”

Scootaloo pulled away from Apple Bloom roughly, not even saying a word, and just jumped up right out the grating. Great Goodle but that pegasus was skinny. She could probably use a good Apple family diet to get some meat on them bones. Made it a lot easier to fit through the grating though. Once Apple Bloom had struggled her way out, Scootaloo said, in a more reserved and restrained tone,

“It’s alright, I’ll be fine. You just worry about Sweetie Belle. Once we’re all... friends again, then we can talk about... stuff.”

Apple Bloom nodded, and said, “Alright, so which way to Liza’s house?”

“I thought you knew where it was,” Scootaloo said giving her a worried look. They looked around at the buildings and streets surrounding them.

So it turns out, that ponies are really happy to give you directions to just about anywhere, even the weird grownups. After asking around, and watching out for any school officials, the two fillies made their way to a quiet neigborhood in the southeast part of town. Liza was a unicorn, so it made sense her parents would live in this area. A lot of attention to detail here, like keeping the streets clean and making sure all the pinkwood bannisters are polished. Flowers all neatly in containers, instead of haphazardly placed around.

Liza’s house wasn’t particularly stand-outish in this respect, though it would have looked out of place in the industrial area to the northeast, for instance. It was just another simple two story deal, like Dinky’s. Dinky’s mom wasn’t in a nice part of town like this though, which makes sense considering a mail carrier’s salary. Though between that and the time doctor’s watch sales they oughta been able to snag a better place. Apple Bloom just used the sun to tell time though and didn’t own a watch, so maybe they didn’t sell?

Anyway Apple Bloom stood a few paces back, just in case she’d cause alarm, while Scootaloo knocked at the door. An elderly looking all green plain green unicorn mare answered the door, looking down at Scootaloo and forward at Apple Bloom saying, “Oh hello, little... one. Are you Liza’s friends?”

“Actually we‒”

“We heard she was sick, and we were wondering how she was doing,” Apple Bloom hurriedly interrupted Scootaloo, walking forward before the pegasus could metaphorically put her hoof in mouth.

“Oh thank Celestia,” the mare abruptly gushed, practically pulling the two of them into her house. “I haven’t been able to get her to come out of her room all day! You have to talk to her, and help her my poor dear sweet Liza!”

Apple Bloom was sort of alarmed how the unicorn was managing to slide them both across the floor towards the stairs without them even needing to lift their hooves. “You’re her friends, right? She has friends! She can talk to you and she can tell you what on earth happened to her!”

And now they were being carried up the stairs in, go figure, green magic. Now that Apple Bloom had a second to look back she noticed how frazzled and tear stained the unicorn was. “Uh,” Apple Bloom said.

“She can tell you why she couldn’t come down for breakfast and why she couldn’t go to school and why she feels so sick oh I think my poor baby was crying!”

“Wait‒” said Scootaloo shortly.

“There you go!” the green mare said putting them gently down in front of a closed door. “She’s right in there. You’re her only hope, so go do your friendship stuff!” And she stood there silently then smiling expectantly.

They stood there silently too, watching the green lady uneasily, and then Scootaloo slowly reached up a hoof and rapped on the door. “Uh... hello?” she said, not looking away from Liza’s mom.

“Oh great,” came a muffled dejected voice from inside.

“Grandma, are you bringing my friends again? I can’t see them right now! I’ll make them sick!” Liza called out more loudly. Apple Bloom looked up at the door knob to Liza’s room, and wondered if it was locked.

“These are different friends, sweetie!” her grandma responded in a desperate tone. “How about you tell them your symptoms, and open the door and please let me come in and take care of you!” She got silence as a reply. “I made soup!” the mare declared plaintively.

Liza wouldn’t even eat soup? And wasn’t letting her own grandmother take care of her? That was downright suspicious. Apple Bloom was starting to have an idea what was going on, but she had to get Liza to respond, to be sure.

“Liza, we need to talk,” Apple Bloom said loudly at the door. She received silence as a reply, but if she were Liza, she’d probably have gone from frustrated silence to terrified silence right about now, if Apple Bloom’s hunch was correct.

“No forget that,” Apple Bloom said, “I need to talk. You can just listen. You know your grandma loves you, right?”

“Yes I‒” her grandmother started, but Apple Bloom lifted a hoof hastily whispering,

“No, just me just me.” She paused, until Liza’s mom calmed down.

“How do you think she feels, with you bein terribly ill,” Apple Bloom said to the door, “And she cain’t even see you? Sounds pretty painful to me.”

Apple Bloom chose her next words carefully saying, “A lot of ponies are gettin hurt today. Scootaloo got scared to death when she thought she caught the illness you have. You know, the one that I supposedly gave you?”

“Hey‒” Scootaloo started to shout, but Apple Bloom plugged her mouth whispering, “In a sec. Let me finish.”

“She wasn’t the only one,” Apple Bloom continued smoothly, “Who else could have gotten scared that they caught it from me? Poor Archer, and Aura, and lots of ponies ah was around. It was smart for them to be scared, because you’re sick, right? So why wouldn’t they catch it?”

Apple Bloom leaned closer to the door saying, “And boy have I been hurting today. Nopony would talk to me, because they thought ah hurt you! When you told them I made you sick, it ruined my entire day, and almost ruined my best friendship! Now I’m not blaming you or nothin’ as you’re clearly sick and all, but seein as I already have it, there’s nothing for me to catch, so you can let me in to get a look at you.”

She paused and added, “And if you cain’t then I want you to think long and hard about all the hurtin’ ponies out here, ask yourself if it’s worth all that.”

That was all Apple Bloom could think to say. She scuffed a hoof in frustration, looking down and trying to find better ways to word it that wouldn’t make Liza clam up even tighter than she already was. At last Liza’s voice drifted through the door saying,

“You didn’t make me sick. I never said that.”

Apple Bloom’s expression firmed, and she said, “...whut?”

“I never told anypony about you. I’m just sick, O.K.? Diamond Tiara didn’t tell me to‒” And that was Liza’s cue to clam up again. It didn’t particularly matter though, because Apple Bloom had already heard that name and as soon as she did her thighs clenched, and she had to fight the urge to buck a hole in the wall behind her.

“What exactly did Diamond Tiara tell you to do?” Apple Bloom said evenly. So very evenly.

“I‒I can’t say!” Liza said sounding shrill, “I can’t‒ I’ll get in tr‒ she didn’t say anything!”

Well, she didn’t have to. Apple Bloom had heard enough. Hopefully Scootaloo had too, though Apple Bloom wasn’t going to outright say it in front of Liza’s grandma. Liza’s gran was looking pretty angry herself, glowering at the door and starting to move towards it. Apple Bloom hurriedly put a hoof on her chest, saying,

“Wait, wait, please! Ms. uh... Doolots.” She looked up at the unicorn, trying to be as entreating as possible, her sad pleading eyes probably not looking like what you’d call proper behavior for a colt. “Please don’t get her in trouble,” Apple Bloom said, her chest bubbling with worry, “Liza is‒she didn’t, she didn’t mean to hurt anypony. She just got scared. And she, well she, she just needs your help.” Apple Bloom sighed, looking down and saying more quietly, “And she’s punishin’ herself enough.”

Liza’s grandma paused, but moved forward again saying, “I’m coming inside, Liza.”

“No! Wait!” Liza shouted, but her grandma just pushed on the knob and it clicked agreeably. Huh, guess it wasn’t locked after all.

“Liza!” came her grandma’s distant voice from inside, “Are you‒?”

“Grandma, I...” came Liza’s voice, “I’m‒ I’m sorry...”

The sounds of a desperate sobbing hug were probably from Liza’s grandma. Probably. Apple Bloom was satisfied though, and she wasn’t going to pry. There weren’t nothing more she could do now that wouldn’t make things worse. So she started walking towards the stairs saying, “C’mon, Scootaloo.” Scootaloo looked at the partially open door, but then followed Apple Bloom down the stairs. It wasn’t until they got out of the house that Scootaloo said in a frustrated tone,

“What the buck was that all about?”

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes at Scootaloo, saying, “Liza’s mom was freaking out because Liza couldn’t let her in, or she would see Liza was faking because Diamond Tiara threatened her with something, and somepony started a rumor that I did it. Two guesses as to who, an’ the first one don’t count.”

“She was faking?” Scootaloo exclaimed. “How do you know?”

“It’s pretty obvious,” Apple Bloom admitted, “Ah mean, you’re not sick, and I put plenty of boy stuff in you.”

Scootaloo looked aside and said, “Yeah, but... she’s a unicorn, maybe‒”

“Well, is Sweetie Belle sick? Because I filled her up too,” Apple Bloom cut in.

“Oh right,” Scootaloo said thoughtfully. The two walked away from Liza’s house toward the dreaded school house, where Apple Bloom had to be, but really didn’t want to after what she pulled today. They weren’t gonna let her out of detention all weekend, if they could help it. And she had to get away from them again, if she was going to help Sweetie Belle in second break. How the hay was she going to manage that?

Apple Bloom was so caught in her thoughts that she didn’t notice the cart crossing her path and ran into it full tilt, getting tangled up in the wheel. At walking speeds on both their parts, it was a mildly uncomfortable tragedy. Picking herself up, she looked at the driver, a tan blue-maned earth mare, apologetically saying, “Sorry I didn’t mean to‒ I shoulda watched where I was going.” The driver seemed concerned with something that fell off the cart though. It looked like a cart full of party supplies, yellow and red streamers the color of her mane and...?

“Oh fudgemonkey it’s bent,” the driver said, referring to a...

...

“Is that a... cardboard cutout of me?”

It was indeed the picture of Apple Bloom, perhaps a little crudely drawn to call it true to life. “Where are you deliverin’ this stuff?” Apple Bloom asked excitedly.

The driver looked up from the ugly looking crease on the cutout’s hindquarters saying, “Sugarcube Corner, why‒”

“I’m gettin’ a graduation party!” Apple Bloom squealed to Scootaloo eagerly, ignoring the driver completely.

“Really??” Scootaloo said, looking from Apple Bloom to the cart and then her eyes widening saying “Wow! When is it?”

“I don’t know!” Apple Bloom whispered tensely, “Ah think it’s s’posed to be a surprise!”

“Well I’ll be sure to be there,” Scootaloo said confidently.

“Not gonna let Diamond Tiara scare you away are ya?”

“You’re inviting her?”

Apple Bloom laughed bittersweetly at that. “It ain’t my choice if it’s a surprise, but she wouldn’t be caught dead at one of my family gatherings, not after the bunny suit incident.”

They started to walk away from the cart, when a light dawned in Apple Bloom’s eyes. She left Scootaloo without a word rushing back to the cart, where the driver was about to put the ruined party decoration in a public trash bin.

“Wait ah need that!” she shouted to the mare, flying through the air to grab the cutout in her teeth in passing.

“Why on earth would you want‒” the mare started to say, but Apple Bloom had already made tracks.

With her purloined portrayal securely stashed away, Apple Bloom approached the monitor who was supposed to be monitoring her. The lime green monitor pony was looking around severely, practically turning the playground upside down with her horn trying to find Apple Bloom. It seems like the other monitor who chased Apple Bloom hadn’t told her, or maybe they hadn’t recognized Apple Bloom as a jailbreak, so she never thought Apple Bloom went into town. So, sneaking around behind a tree, and then a pole, and then a conveniently placed beach ball, and something involving albatrosses, Apple Bloom managed to get in the monitor pony’s blind spot and just gently slip the bridle back on her own face.

It took the monitor a while to even realize it, until she noticed the reins weren’t going slack anymore. She looked torn between anger and astonishment. “How did‒ when did you come back?”

“Come back?” Apple Bloom said a little hindered by the straps wrapped around her sensitive nose, “Why I reckon I never left!”

“Yes you did so!” the mare declared, “I have been looking for you all this time!”

“Well I guess I’m in trouble then,” Apple Bloom said sadly, “And I guess you’re in trouble too, since you couldn’t watch me like you’re supposed to. It’d be awful easier though,” she suggested helpfully, “If neither of us got in trouble, because I was here this whole time.”

“And then he tried to blackmail me!” the monitor declared to Cheerilee, while Apple Bloom just grumbled and looked at the bottom corner of the room. She really had thought that would work too.

Author's Note

oh no, two chapters in a row without any yiff! D:

Confronting Sweetie's Fears

Apple Bloom could hardly stand the wait, that entire afternoon period. She’d been the brunt of one of Diamond’s worst jokes, and she didn’t even know just what to do about it. She couldn’t force Liza to come clean about it, and every filly Apple Bloom had done it with, they still looked at Apple Bloom like she wasn’t worth the dirt she stood on. She couldn’t go after Diamond; that’d just confirm in everyone’s eyes that she was guilty. It was a dirty lie, so all Apple Bloom had do is wait for it to blow over, but that meant she had to wait for it to blow over. All she could do was try to pay attention to the lesson, and just hope she can get out of here soon as possible.

Paying attention wasn’t so easy either, because her boy thing was gettin into her head. Apple Bloom had always put it in a filly in first break, the past couple of days, and she was starting to get used to that. But that made waiting until second break even harder, especially with the knowledge of what she was going to do with Sweetie just rattling around in her head. Especially because it was Sweetie Belle, whom Apple Bloom sorely wanted to make up with.

The lack of any filly presenting their butts in her direction didn’t seem to help make her want it any less either. Her entire crotch was just sensitive and tingly on its own. It was like years back, when she was a little...er filly, and stuck on a long carriage ride, and just wanted to bust out of there, and run and run and don’t stop until—until her hooves hurt, and her chest was heaving. Just a sort of antsy feeling, like you wanted to get up and move, and put it in a filly, but more physical than simply looking forward to it. It was hard to ignore how every time Apple Bloom thought about it, she’d start to sort of slide out down there, and would have to stare forward fixedly at the chalkboard diagrams, until it got bored enough to go back in again.

Sneaking glances at Sweetie Belle was weirdly thrilling. Just seeing that unicorn sitting there at her desk writing away, the sunlight gleaming on her soft plush hide... it had been so soft, against Apple Bloom’s legs and chest. It was enough to make Apple Bloom’s heart swell with joy. Apple Bloom knew her friend in a way she’d never been able to know Sweetie Belle before. And that was just Sweetie Belle’s outside. When Apple Bloom imagined, no remembered what Sweetie felt like inside that soft white exterior, she just felt like she was gonna burst. Ponies didn’t know that Sweetie Belle had such a beautiful thing inside her. When they saw her, they saw a little pony. But Apple Bloom knew what she had in her hips, and what it felt like, and it made Sweetie Belle seem like so much more.

Apple Bloom was extra focused on Sweetie Belle because of the anticipation. She loved being inside Scootaloo, and Dinky had been incredible, and Archer and Liza and... well Aura had been all meatily satisfying, and physical. But the inside of none of those ponies were where Apple Bloom was planning on being, right this afternoon. Just Sweetie Belle’s insides. All Apple Bloom had to do was wait this one more period, and put her plan in place, and then she’d be inside that unicorn, all wrapped around her and filling her up with boy stuff. The simple fact that Apple Bloom could do it, even as her dick thumped disconcertingly against the bottom of her desk, was enough to make her want to do it badly. It’d feel so good and she just had to make sure a few things fell into place.

Really, that’s one reason why Apple Bloom didn’t argue too much when Scootaloo remained insistent that they do the intervention this afternoon this afternoon. It might not have been the best timing, and it might have been smarter to wait, or to do some other filly, but some other filly wasn’t Sweetie Belle, and Apple Bloom just really wanted her right now. It was almost painful, the hope in her chest that she could patch up her friendship and then some, help Sweetie feel better and stop all this terrible fear, and Sweetie’d be all wrapped around her cock all aglow in delirious pleasure and gratitude...

“Apple Bloom,” Cheerilee announced right next to her, “While it’s true Sweetie Belle is a dear friend of yours, perhaps you should be taking notes on the lesson instead?”

Apple Bloom looked dumbly down at her notebook which had an idly drawn picture of the unicorn’s head, wearing a bright smile. She even got the eyes close to right. Sweetie Belle wasn’t smiling anymore, not since estrus kicked in, not since that one night with Apple Bloom. Apple Bloom wanted to see that smile again for real. But uh...

“S-sorry Miss Cheerilee I’ll pay closer attention,” Apple Bloom said blushing and rubbing the back of her head embarassedly. At least it had only been Sweetie Belle’s face she’d drawn.

“Participation would be... nice too,” Cheerilee stated, walking back to the front of the class where she could get a good look at everyone, and probably had a good angle to see under Apple Bloom’s desk too. That made Apple Bloom squirm even more, trying to reign in her unruly member from making too much of a scene. “We are covering the medicinal properties of Everfree plantlife after all, something you could ...share with the rest of us, given your experience in that... place.”

“Huh?” Apple Bloom looked at the chalkboard, “Oh hey that’s Calymantia!”

“That’s right!” agreed Cheerilee, then addressing the class at large, “Now as I was saying, the Calymantia shrub bears leaves with astringent and absorbant properties...”

Apple Bloom paid heed to the lesson as best as she could.

After the lesson, Cheerilee said “Apple Bloom, please stay after class,” while the rest of the class scampered out to second break. The teacher watched her the whole time. Apple Bloom had no choice but to stay in her seat. When the classroom emptied out, Cheerilee spoke up again, saying,

“I know you were just trying to help your friend, Apple Bloom. Oh don’t look so surprised, her mother sent in a scroll apologizing for Liza’s behavior. She mentioned you by name, you know.”

Cheerilee’s gentle smile fell a little bit as she stated, “That being said, you were specifically instructed not to leave your chaperone, and you attempted to lie to get out of trouble for doing it.”

She walked up to Apple Bloom, with a glimmer of fire in her eyes, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to keep you in this entire break, Apple Bloom. That was a very naughty thing you’ve done, and you must be... punished for it.” her voice had dropped to a husky whisper as she said, “I need you to make me ...feel confident of your devotion to your ...education. I realize this is... highly unorthodox but‒”

Cheerilee paused... and tilted her head. “Apple Bloom?” she asked, reaching a hoof out to nudge Apple Bloom’s shoulder. A moment of shock crossed Cheerilee’s face, before it scrunched up in disgust.

“You have got to be bucking kidding me.”

Apple Bloom was running for her life and she loved it. She left the school yard and the town behind and gallopped full tilt through the beautiful apple orchards, trees whizzing by her as the greenery sparkled and danced overhead. She was in so much trouble, but it’d all be worth it if she and Scootaloo’s plan worked. She might have seen her sister Applejack distantly, but she didn’t dare call out to her, because Apple Bloom was on an important mission. She could deal with her sister, and her big brother, and Granny after school let out. But for now, Apple Bloom was all for Sweetie Belle, and if anypony had a problem with that well, they could just wait until she was done. Ain’t nothing more important than friendship. Even her sister knew that! School and obedience, and all that, didn’t really jive well with Apple Bloom, though Scootaloo was worse if that was possible. They were all good ponies at heart though, and Apple Bloom knew it would work out alright in the end. She hoped it would work out alright in the end.

The boisterous confidence that filled Apple Bloom during her flight from the wiles of the school system started to drain away as she got to the clubhouse, and had to stop pumping her hooves, and just... wait. It was all up to Scootaloo now. Apple Bloom hoped Scoots could convince Sweetie Belle to at least come over. She wondered if she was doing the right thing in forcing this on Sweetie. What choice did she have though? When your friend is beyond all reason, sometimes you have to set them right, or at least make them understand what the right thing is to do. Apple Bloom paled at the thought of Sweetie screaming at her or running off in a rage, or anything that Sweetie was scared of, but Apple Bloom knew she was wrong to be scared of that. She trusted Sweetie not to do something like that.

Apple Bloom’s trust in Sweetie Belle really made her feel closer to the unicorn, than the other fillies. When the three of them had got together to find their cutie marks, Apple Bloom found a few kindred spirits, in a confusing world that everypony else seemed to fit in with just fine. They had been friends together for so long, that Apple Bloom felt like she really understood Sweetie, and that Sweetie really understood her.

There wasn’t any worry that she was gonna do it wrong, or that Sweetie might get offended, or make trouble. It wasn’t like with those strange fillies that she barely knew. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were... special. The three had a fondness and familiarity for each other that others couldn’t match; they’d already made their mistakes, and worked out the kinks in between them. It was a relaxing feeling that drove Apple Bloom’s anxiety far away. She knew Sweetie Belle, like, really knew her. It made what they were going to do more special somehow. Apple Bloom almost felt guilty how lucky she was, for having such great friends as those two.

So, she settled down on the clubhouse floor, and waited. It wasn’t long before her trust was justified, when the harsh buzz of Scootaloo’s strange use of her wings became audible in the distance. Coming up to the clubhouse, with a wagon bumping along behind her scooter, it sounded like. A wagon, hopefully carrying a unicorn that Apple Bloom would have wanted to see, even more than the celestial princesses themselves. And then, there she was, Sweetie Belle trotting into the clubhouse confidently, at least confidently until she saw ...her.

Sweetie squeaked and backpedalled as soon as she saw Apple Bloom, running right into Scootaloo who was coming up behind her.

“Oh no you don’t,” Scootaloo said blocking her way. Sweetie fought to get past with all the desperate strength of a hooffull of baby ducklings, but Scootaloo just wouldn’t budge.

“Now hold on Sweetie,” Apple Bloom said admonishingly, “You and me gotta have a long, hard talk.”

“Without any flashbacks?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“Not a one,” Apple Bloom asserted, then blinked and said, “Wait, what?”

“Can’t sorry, real busy,” Sweetie said hastily, “Maybe tomorrow? Or maybe next week?”

“Nope, right now,” Apple bloom insisted.

“You mean, right now, right now?” Sweetie said scrabbling on the floor weakly as Scootaloo pushed her sliding further into the clubhouse. “Or maybe, when you’re a filly again?”

“Ok firstly mah sister got back this morning,” Apple Bloom stated flatly, “And she said that Discord won’t be around for a while. And if she says his business with the princesses is important, then it’s gotta be real important.”

“Oh no,” Sweetie groaned, more for herself than for Apple Bloom, looking back at Scootaloo, who went to guard the door again.

“Secondly,” Apple Bloom went on drawing Sweetie’s attention again. “This isn’t about me. You have a problem, Sweetie Belle, and it won’t just go away if I become a filly again.”

“This is an intervention!” Scootaloo piped up.

“I can help you right now,” Apple Bloom continued, “And I promise that I can do it a lot better when I’m a colt, than if I’m a filly again.”

“I don’t want to...” Sweetie whimpered.

“It’ll be okay, Sweetie,” Scootaloo consoled the unicorn, who was jamming her butt into the pegasus’s chest trying to scoot back as much as possible.

“No it won’t!” Sweetie Belle fussed insistently. “You’re a colt Apple Bloom! Don’t you know what that will do to me? I don’t want to hurt you, Apple Bloom. I don’t want to hurt Scootaloo either. I don’t want to be that way...”

“I know you might think you have it all figured out,” Apple Bloom asserted, “But we’re your friends, Sweetie Belle! We can see things from a different perspective, stuff you might not pick up on. So just, please, hear me out. Just give me a chance, and if you don’t like the sounds of it, then we’ll stop bothering you any more, and I’ll leave you alone until I’m a filly again.”

“I... I don’t...” Sweetie vacillated trying to find a way to say no but feeling wrong about saying it. She wanted help. She wanted help so bad!

“Please?” Apple Bloom asked, giving Sweetie a soulful look. Sweetie seemed struck speechless when she caught Apple Bloom’s gaze, mouthing a bit before finally saying very quietly,

“I guess so... i-if you promise that you won’t let me... hurt you”

Scootaloo visibly relaxed as Sweetie finally gave in.

“Cross my heart and hope to uh,” Apple Bloom glanced at Scootaloo uncertainly, and said, “I promise,” instead.

“Please,” Sweetie said looking down at the ground, “If– if you can help me I would– I don’t even know I thought there was no way to help ...me.”

“You have a problem, Sweetie Belle,” Apple Bloom stated, “One big giant problem, and you know what that problem is?”

“That stallions make me–”

“Your problem is that you think you have a problem,” Apple Bloom cut in. “You don’t have a problem with stallions, or a problem with estrus, you just have some mixed up notions, and me and Scootaloo can prove it.”

“I don’t have a problem with stallions?” Sweetie said in a critical shrill.

“Just, hear me out alright?”

“Ok...” Sweetie said in a subdued tone.

“Now I don’t mean to badmouth your sister,” Apple Bloom started out, “She’s the best sister you could ever possibly have. But doesn’t Rarity just freak out over every little thing?”

“Well...” Sweetie said reluctantly.

“How about when you had muddy hooves? Or that one time you made her a nice card. Think, Sweetie Belle. You know Rarity lots better than I do.”

“Sometimes she loses her short ribbons,” Sweetie said uncertaintly, “And... she says it’s the ‘worst possible thing’ and then she finds it just lying on the floor. A-and remember that one time when my hair fell out?”

Apple Bloom laughed, “Yeah I bet you could have heard her all the way from Fillydelphia.”

“Well Ok, so...” Sweetie toed the floor indecisively.

“So maybe,” Apple Bloom said, looking at Sweetie openly and honestly, “Maybe Rarity is just... freaking out about stallions too.”

“It’s more than just freaking out,” Sweetie grumbled glumly, still not making eye contact.

Apple Bloom frowned. “But still,” she said, “I mean, think of yourself. You don’t freak out over muddy hooves, or missing fabric, or the... the hair thing was kind of extreme, but still, you were fine when you knew it would grow back, right? Honestly, Sweetie Belle, you’re pretty darn level headed.”

Sweetie nodded, saying “I think anypony could be more level headed than Rarity.”

Apple Bloom paused, as that was the closest Sweetie Belle had ever come to insulting her sister. But she went on anyway. “So, I think that you don’t have whatever Rarity has, that’s makin her freak out over stallions, and being all mean.”

“But I do,” Sweetie exclaimed sorrowfully, “I yelled at her, and told her I hated her, and it was just my body making me do it, because I was next to you, because you’re a stallion!”

“So, Rarity gets mean by being around stallions,” Scootaloo cut in as they’d gone over beforehand, “And that’s the same thing as being mean when someone takes you away from your stallion?”

“She has a point,” Apple Bloom backed her up, “You are in estrus, and that’s something every filly and mare feels. You know what ah was doing, when I went and made my heat so bad? I was yellin and cursing up a storm, telling everything how much I hated it. I didn’t mean it, I just felt so bad! If some cute boy was talking to me back then, and I knew he could cure my estrus, and my sister tried to just drag me away from him?”

Apple Bloom hefted her hoof demonstratively, saying “Well I can tell you that at least one of us would come away with a black eye.”

“So... every filly gets angry when they can’t be with colts?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“When someone’s draggin’ them away, yeah, and when their loins are on fire from needing a colt. Makes you say some stupid things you don’t mean, and you regret later. But it’s not really your problem, it’s just... you need a colt, you know?”

Sweetie Belle bit her lip and looked aside. Apple Bloom smiled and chose that moment to tell her, “You know, I saw you drinkin Moon tea earlier this morning.”

“Um... yeah I... um...” Sweetie shifted uncomfortably saying, “I don’t think estrus can come back, can it? But I... yeah I was... feeling really hot, and... wanting you again.”

“I still think you should just up and ask Button,” Apple Bloom suggested, “I know he’s got a thing for games, more than fillies but, he probably doesn’t know about the trick. I didn’t figure out how to make boy stuff until a filly showed me how to do it.” She cast a fond glance at Scootaloo, who just blushed and stood up more straightly. “But I can tell you it feels so good to do it, for a boy, that if you went and showed Button, then there’s no way in hay he’d turn you down. He won’t even be able to keep his eyes on that game if you, you know, start playin with his dick.”

“I guess so,” Sweetie acknowledged, “But it’s... I mean he makes me feel all fluttery when I try to talk to him. I’m afraid that I’m going to–”

“Get all mean and freak out like Rarity?”

“...yeah...”

“That’s just what we’re gonna disprove!” Scootaloo announced behind her, “Right here, right now.”

“What do you mean?” Sweetie said looking at Scootaloo uneasily.

“Well, think about it Sweetie. You been talking here with me for a good while, and I’m a colt right now,” said Apple Bloom. “So, what do you feel right now?”

Sweetie looked toward the ceiling in contemplation, shifting around as she inwardly felt herself out. “I’m feeling... scared and... and hot in my... place, and wanting you to be in there again.”

“Well, that’s natural, but, take a good look at Scootaloo.”

“Okay?” Sweetie Belle did, facing the sassy looking pegasus.

“You wanna yell at her? Tell her to get out? Make her go away?”

“What?! No!” Sweetie squeaked, “No I... don’t,” she realized.

Sweetie Belle stood up and walked over to Scootaloo, not trying to escape this time but just approaching the pegasus. Sweetie had her head low, like she was scared of approaching, but Sweetie still did approach, and she put one hoof up on Scootaloo’s shoulder, just testing the waters. Scoots was gonna say something, but then Sweetie Belle just swept her up into a full hug, cheering, “Oh, thank you so much! I... I’m not angry! And I want to be with you! And you’re my friend and” she trailed off into nickers while Scootaloo struggled in place.

“Ack, Sweetie this is, lemme, gah, this is so not cool.” Scootaloo crossed her arms and sat there disconcertedly in the end, unable, or unwilling, to pull herself loose from the unicorn filly. Sweetie let her go eventually, and Apple Bloom stood at a safe distance, waiting for her to get done. When she did, Apple Bloom spoke up,

“So what Scootaloo thought up is,”

“Hey, don’t go blaming this on me!” Scootaloo shot at her hotly.

“I’m not blaming you,” Apple Bloom whined, “Ah’m givin you credit you deserve!”

“Well, okay as long as you aren’t blaming me.” Scootaloo said less than securely, crossing her hooves again and looking away.

“Anyway,” Apple Bloom went on talking to Sweetie Belle, “What ah’m gonna do is, I’m gonna do the most colty boy thing with you that I know. I’m gonna put my boy goo in you, and try to get it to take this time. And Scootaloo is going to be right there with you the whole time, while I do it.”

“What?!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed, “But what about Discord!” Oh... right, that. Sweetie Belle clutched Scootaloo fearfully now, saying “If you put it in me then it’ll make me sick!”

“Sweetie” Scootaloo protested, pushing her hooves against the grabby pony.

“Help Scootaloo I think she’s enchanted! She might do it to both of us!”

“Sweetie...” Apple Bloom said disgruntledly.

“Maybe Apple Bloom’s stuff will do it to us and then we’ll have to do it to colts and they’ll have to and then we’ll all be Discord zombies!” shrieked the unicorn dramatically.

“Sweetie!” Scootaloo shouted right at Sweetie’s face, making the unicorn shut right up, and stare at her fearfully. Scootaloo just looked at Apple Bloom pleadingly.

“Who do you think started the rumor that I made fillies sick?” Apple Bloom asked Sweetie sourly.

“Miss...Cheerilee...?”

“It was Diamond Tiara,” Scootaloo said bitterly. Sweetie Belle gasped at that.

“We went to check on Liza,” Apple Bloom said, “You know, to apologize for doin’ that to her? And it turns out, she wasn’t sick at all, just being bullied by Diamond.”

Sweetie’s face was unreadable as she said, “So... Liza isn’t sick?”

“Nope,” Apple Bloom confirmed, “My boy stuff didn’t do nothing to her, besides make her feel lots better.”

“Heh heh that was kind of adorable actually,” Scootaloo mentioned. With Sweetie no longer clinging to her, Scootaloo just threw herself on her back and waved her hooves dramatically going “He iiiiiiiiis!”

Sweetie Belle looked between them, not comprehending the joke, and Apple Bloom was glad for that because it was embarassing, but the wheels in Sweetie Belle’s brain were turning, and she said, “So... you mean... I can have your boy stuff, and... and it’ll be okay?”

“Better than okay!” Scootaloo attested.

“But what about Rarity’s–” Sweetie started again.

“I’m gonna fix your estrus, just the way the stallions are doing for Rarity,” Apple Bloom interjected seriously, making sure Sweetie was watching her and paying attention, “And if you feel even a little angry, or mean, or upset, or wanting to lock Scootaloo outside or anything, then I’ll let up right away and you can go free. And then you’ll know for sure that you have to avoid colts for ...some reason.”

Apple Bloom stood up from her sitting position on the floor, working out her legs and saying, “But ah know you’ll be perfectly fine, and what will really happen is you’ll know for sure that you don’t have to be afraid of yourself no more.”

“If being stuffed full of Apple Bloom doesn’t do it, then nothing will!” Scootaloo asserted brightly.

“Being stuffed full...” Sweetie murmured somewhat dreamily, “Of Apple Bloom...”

Apple Bloom watched the daydreaming unicorn warily for a few seconds, before asking, “Soo... we’re good?”

Sweetie shook herself, and came to attention saying seriously, “Yes, I’m... I’m good.”

“You’re game?” asked Scootaloo.

“I’m game,” Sweetie said, smiling a little despite her worries.

“Alright then,” Apple Bloom announced, “Cutie Mark Crusader Sweetie Belle ticklers go!”

“Wait what? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”

The tickles didn’t exactly arouse Sweetie, but it was just to give them a chance to start touching her. Apple Bloom quickly made sure to start paying more attention to her mammaries than to tickling her. And Scootaloo eased off, so Sweetie could pay attention to being stimulated. So, Sweetie found herself once again captivated by the warm, soft feelings flowing through her. Apple Bloom started with her tongue pretty early, Sweetie’s sensitive flesh perking up and tingling fiercely with every application of that tongue and those lips. Apple Bloom stopped to ask how Sweetie was doing, and Sweetie took a cautious look at Scootaloo, then smiled and just said,

“All I feel is, I want more.”

Apple Bloom soon had Sweetie moaning and squirming under her lips and tongue. Sweetie smelled absolutely incredible down there, making Apple Bloom come out and twitch between her legs. It seemed easier to override Sweetie Belle’s Moon Tea this time, though maybe it was just because Apple Bloom hadn’t known the first time exactly what would make Sweetie Belle moan with desire.

“H-hey can I have a turn?” Scootaloo asked hesitantly. Bloom looked up at her in confusion and said,

“I guess so? Get on your back then and I’ll start lickin”

Scootaloo blushed crimson orange and mumbled something under her breath. Sweetie Belle’s gasps had turned to steady pants, as she lifted her head and said through her dissheveled soft curls, “Why did you stop...?”

“Sorry, Scootaloo I didn’t hear that just now,” Apple Bloom said undaunted, while Sweetie watched curiously, still prone on the floor, legs parted welcomingly.

“I want to try licking her,” Scootaloo said a bit more audibly. Apple Bloom blushed a bit at that herself. No wonder Scootaloo was embarassed to say it. “Fillies have tongues too!” Scootaloo said a bit defensively. “I just wanted to... I mean it... sort of looked like...fun.”

Apple Bloom was going to ask Sweetie what she thought, but the unicorn answered quite effectively on her own, by scooting her rump in little hops, until her nethers were facing Scootaloo. Sweetie Belle just smiled silently then, and reached down with her hooves, spreading her vulva, looking at the pegasus approvingly. (hopefully?)

Scootaloo actually licked her lips looking at that, and, shifting from hoof-to-hoof nervously, moved her head towards Sweetie’s crotch. Scootaloo really didn’t look confident enough to actually... you know, touch down though, so Apple Bloom spoke up a bit.

“Start with her teats, Scootaloo,” she instructed, getting a curious look from the pegasus. “Y-yeah,” Apple Bloom explained, “Remember when we spit swore, about all... that? Well I was watching, and Sweetie was doing that with her lil’ pillows, not her crotch so much. Just wanted to warn you, if you were gonna go straight for the clit.”

Scootaloo laughed embarassedly “Heh heh, yeah I... sorry. Is that right Sweetie?”

Sweetie blushed and a leg twitched at the thought saying, “Yeah, I... really like it...”

“If you nuzzle those pillows after lickin’, it makes her squeak adorably,” Apple Bloom added.

“Hey!” Sweetie Belle protested. There was little effort behind her protest though. She knew Apple Bloom was just teasing. Well, and also wholly and totally accurate, but still teasing.

With Apple Bloom’s gentle guidance, Scootaloo did touch down, and Sweetie found the pegasus’s tongue just as delightful as Apple Bloom’s had been. She ended up pulling Scootaloo closer to her crotch with her hooves, encouraging Scootaloo to really get in there and not just torment her with hesitant light touches.

“How is it?” asked Apple Bloom, looking a little longingly at what Scootaloo was doing.

“She’s so soft down there,” Scootaloo said a little dazedly when she came up for air, “I don’t know what’s wetter, her vagina or my mouth.”

“Can you smell her down there?”

“Well yeah it’s‒” Scootaloo paused for a glance at a blushing Sweetie Belle, “I mean, it’s no problem. She does smell a lot stronger there, than anywhere else... like I do, I guess. No offense, Sweetie Belle. It doesn’t smell bad it’s no problem at all, really!”

“I guess colt noses are just geared towards smelling fillies,” Apple Bloom speculated. “She smells just incredible to me. Like the best thing I ever smelled.”

“Wow,” Scootaloo and Sweetie both said together.

Sweetie added, “I didn’t know I... smelled that good,” over her timidly folded hooves.

“What’s it like, when a filly smells like that?” Scootaloo asked Apple Bloom. Which probably wasn’t the greatest way to word the question, but Apple Bloom got the gist of it. She pondered a second and then said,

“Well shucks, it’s just the opposite for fillies. I can’t hardly smell anything interesting about colts anymore, but if I have my reasoning right, then I must smell pretty incredible to you two too.”

Scootaloo took in a long satisfied breath saying, “You... you do smell‒”

“Amazing,” Sweetie Belle finished for her, gawping as she just became aware of just how much of a boy Apple Bloom was. Even his scent was filling up her nose. He was just... she was just perfect!

“Hey that gives me an idear,” Apple Bloom said, smiling deviously. Uh oh. “Git back on to licking, Scootaloo, just a little longer, okay?”

“On it!” Scootaloo said, and pounced on Sweetie Belle before Sweetie could so much as squirm. Soon, Sweetie was moaning throatily, bucking up against Scootaloo, holding her head tightly against her. The rippling pleasure emanating from her soft breasts was magnifying the need, a need that seemed to be boring itself right up into her pelvis, where Sweetie was sure her vagina was just clutching emptily in there. She started to feel so good she couldn’t even move, just had to lie there gasping with her tongue laying out, trying to deal with what her best friend was doing to her, even though they were both fillies!

That’s when Apple Bloom’s idea came to Sweetie’s mind. Or, to her head at least. What Apple Bloom did was, she walked around and stood above Sweetie Belle, facing Scootaloo, with her hind legs on either side of Sweetie Belle’s shoulders. As Apple Bloom did, that penis it‒ it swung into view. If Apple Bloom’s scent had been noticeable before, coming from her groin it was an outright musk. The rippling pleasure radiating from her hips ensured that Sweetie couldn’t even think about anything more than wanting that penis, the one that was hovering right above her and twitching eagerly. She reached up with a quivering hoof—her whole body was quivering really— and came in contact with the turgid flesh.

It was so soft.

Apple Bloom was panting too, crouching so her penis was dragging across Sweetie Belle’s chest. Even when Bloom’s penis managed to smack against her horn, it didn’t deter the eager earth pony. Sweetie Belle felt just covered in everything Apple Bloom right now. Every breath Sweetie Belle heaved in was Apple Bloom, Apple Bloom, Apple Bloom and and that hot shaft it was–it was caressing her cheek like, like–! And Scootaloo was going right for her button again! Sweetie Belle couldn’t stand it. Sweetie Belle loved it!

“Go on an’ give it a lick,” Apple Bloom said above her in a heated voice, “Ah want you to... wanna feel you.”

Sweetie Belle’s gentle caress turned into something else entirely, when she heaved up her head to– to nuzzle the the thing the boy thing‒ her legs were squeezing and Scootaloo’s tongue would not stop and her own tongue came out and she just, she just clutched Apple Bloom’s penis in her hooves and slid her tongue all over it. There was a salty sheen to the ballooning dick, and she only vaguely heard Apple Bloom shouting something above her as Sweetie Belle pressed her face desperately against that penis, wanting it, needing it, having it. It was just too much all at once crashing down on her, and with a squeal she arched back, bucking up at Scootaloo’s face, and feeling her entire body explode into stars, as a powerful orgasm ripped through her.

Scootaloo was actually having trouble with the unicorn’s semi-conscious struggles and convulsions, grabbing her legs and riding Sweetie Belle like a stormy ship at sea. But one thing Scootaloo saw as her eager tongue left Sweetie Belle’s orgasming hips, was Apple Bloom’s cock, and not just Apple Bloom’s cock. As Sweetie Belle arched away from it, and cried out in ecstasy, Scootaloo saw that cock expand even more, flattening at the tip and swelling out into more of a cone than a cylinder, throbbing right there before Scootaloo in the air, with a glimmering drip of some clear fluid dribbling out of it, to trickle right onto the insensate Sweetie Belle’s chest.

Then, Apple Bloom took in a deep gulping breath, and that dick ...deflated again. The shaft bowed down a bit even, before straightening up again into full turgidity. “What was that?” Scootaloo gasped, wondering if Apple Bloom could do it again, or how hard it was to do.

“It...” Apple Bloom paused more from emotion than exertion. “I dunno it... just does that, when I’m close to... you remember it gettin all big in you, right?” Apple Bloom said tensely.

Scootaloo could only nod dumbly. Feeling it with her vagina, and seeing it with her own eyes, were two entirely different things. Though both of those entirely different things made her vagina hunger for it like a starving wolf hound. Scootaloo really, really, really needed that inside her.

“Alright, let’s be... that’s enough playin,” Apple Bloom said, “I think she’s ready. Sure as you saw me swellin’ up like that, I’m ready.”

“Yes, I am so ready!” Scootaloo declared, jumping up.

“Ready for what?” Apple Bloom asked unsurely. Scootaloo stopped herself from presenting... just barely.

“R-ready for Sweetie... Belle...to...” try as she might, Scootaloo couldn’t bring herself to say it. She wanted that dick so bad. She hated her body for making her want Apple Bloom so much, that she couldn’t even bring herself to help Sweetie Belle get what she needed.

“Huh, you know,” Apple Bloom said, crouching down and cradling Sweetie’s head in her hoof. “I think Sweetie Belle actually passed out.”

That was enough of a distraction to tear Scootaloo’s attention from her own burning loins.

Sweetie came to slowly, as if rising from a deep slumber. “Where...” she said, her eyes focusing blearily on a pair of blurs standing over her, one red and yellow, the other purple and orange.

“You okay there, Sweetie Belle?” came Apple Bloom’s voice.

“What happened?” Sweetie said, bracing up on her elbows, or front knees if you prefer.

“You passed out!” Scootaloo announced. Sweetie rubbed her eyes to clear them, feeling weak kneed, in all four of them if you prefer.

“You remember when I cured your estrus that night?” Apple Bloom said, “I think it was the same thing what happened to me. You remember what you were doing before you passed out?”

Sweetie shook her head silently.

“How you were slobbering all over mah dick?” Apple Bloom prompted, “While Scootaloo was stickin’ her tongue into you?”

Sweetie’s eyes widened. She remembered. “I didn’t even mean to,” she said dazedly, “I just... felt so good I couldn’t even think, and then‒ then I’m waking up here. It just happened!”

“Sorry about that, Sweetie,” Scootaloo apologized, looking like she wasn’t sure if she did a good job or a bad job. Sweetie’s answer was to hug her.

“Ack, Sweetie, wait‒ what?”

“Never say you’re sorry about that!” Sweetie accosted the pegasus fiercely, “That’s worse than saying sorry for ice cream!”

“It was better than ice cream?” Scootaloo gasped. Sweetie paused, and held Scootaloo at hoof’s length, then nodded. “It totally was,” she said, “I should be sorry for passing out and scaring you.”

Sweetie paused, and added as an afterthought, “Though ice cream is a lot cooler, and really creamy, so... I think they’re both good. But it was better.”

Apple Bloom looked at her a little worriedly, as Sweetie got to her feet, then up on her hooves. “You’re not dyin’ of estrus are you?” Apple Bloom asked testily, “I can get started right away if you are.”

Sweetie pondered, and just as she started thinking about it her bottom throbbed hotly. “Ugh,” she said, her ears going flat, “At least it’s not any worse.”

“Whew,” said Apple Bloom relievedly, “It was about ten minutes, so I guess that was enough for your body to calm down.” Scootaloo nodded in confirmation at that. Sweetie was still concerned about her estrus though, whether Apple Bloom was relieved or not. She felt like she’d never ever drank any Moon Tea, right now. How bad would not being calm have been? Sweetie already felt it, so strongly!

“I usually drink Moon Tea when I’m feeling like this,” said Sweetie, looking straight up at Apple Bloom thoughtfully, tapping a hoof on the floor as she did, “But you have something even better and and...” Sweetie smiled and reared up onto her haunches, curling her hooves to her chest delightedly saying, “And I can have it!”

“You sure can, Sweetie Belle,” Apple Bloom nodded, while Scootaloo swallowed a whimper.

Sweetie jumped up and stuck her bottom at Apple Bloom without further ado, saying, “Okay let’s go!” Her eyes widened a bit as her own nethers throbbed once, needily, just from standing like that.

“Uh...” Apple Bloom said hesitantly, “You look... so beautiful down there, Sweetie Belle but... maybe you could lick me a bit more? It sorta... went back in again, when you were asleep.

Sweetie looked over her shoulder at the embarassed colt Apple Bloom. She remembered the last time she had licked the embarassed colt Apple Bloom. She remembered that penis. “It would be my pleasure,” Sweetie smouldered, swaying as she walked up to Apple Bloom, nosing at his strong smelling lower body like a hungry foal.

“Where’d you learn to move like that Sweetie? You look just like a...” Scootaloo paused thinking about her words and adding, “A fashion model!”

“I dunno,” Sweetie confessed, “It’s like... now that I don’t have to hurt or be scared, being in heat is kinda fun!” When Apple Bloom lifted his‒her leg, Sweetie stuck her nose under there, seeking that shaft. It was completely retracted, amazingly enough, and Sweetie actually hadn’t seen a boy’s crotch up close like this without a penis in the way. It was definitely a boy’s crotch though, the two generous lumps drooping in a sack between the legs were proof of that. Sweetie Belle decided to try licking them.

“Hey Sweetie are youuuu...” Apple Bloom’s eyes crossed. When Sweetie’s hot tongue caressed the soft flesh of that scrotum it provoked a reaction right away. Sweetie Belle was startled by how fast Apple Bloom’s penis slithered out from inside there, flopping limply against Sweetie Belle’s shoulder. It didn’t stiffen at that speed though, and merely waited, gleaming in the moisture of being inside Apple Bloom’s sheath. Sweetie Belle brought a hoof up to gently caress it, and that made Apple Bloom inhale tensely. Sure enough, the penis began to color with blood, the veins standing out against the skin as Apple Bloom’s body pumped its vital fluid in, to thicken the shaft. Sweetie only stared at it in amazement for one second, before she went to lick it again. Every hot salty lick seemed to make that shaft surge thicker, and longer.

It was all the way to Apple Bloom’s belly button when it stopped getting bigger, and just jerked up to smack Bloom’s belly, every time Sweetie’s tongue went in again for the kill. “Tha-that’s good Sweetie! I’m ready!” Apple Bloom shouted, pulling back from Sweetie eagerly, “I‒ I wanna put it in you now!”

“O-okay Apple Bloom,” Sweetie said frantically, walking forward and presenting, her tail near hitting the back of her head in her haste. She also exclaimed, “I need you to do it right now I want it you can it’s okay please–” And, to her delight, Apple Bloom didn’t mince another word, just heaved down upon her back like he was riding her, surrounding Sweetie Belle with that feeling of stallion and protection. And then she felt it... poking her eagerly, hitting her leg, pushing against her thigh, smacking up against her vulva pressing into her groin. She wanted it so bad! She bit her lower lip and tilted her hips. Maybe this time it would‒!

Sweetie Belle gave a long, relieved sigh, as the desire in her was answered, in one smooth stroke. Apple Bloom’s penis slid into her, tensely but smoothly, spreading her insides deeper and deeper. Sweetie shoved her butt back against the colt, trying to get him deep and hard in her as possible. And even as the satisfied sigh escaped her lips, she couldn’t help but notice a similar sigh coming from Apple Bloom. They were both feeling that incredible relief. She was... her vagina was making Apple Bloom feel as good as she was.

“Wow...” came Scootaloo’s awed gasp. “You two really needed that.”

“I... I wanted you so bad Sweetie Belle,” Apple Bloom moaned atop her, sliding that glorious penis in short strokes inside her. “I was so worried about you. Thought you’d hate me, thought we’d... never make it, but we did!” Sweetie Belle almost couldn’t even remember why she had been so scared of Apple Bloom, with the sensuous pleasure of being filled by Apple Bloom.

She did remember though, and her ears went down even as her body quivered in glee at the sensations inside her. “I’m... I’m sorry, Apple Bloom,” she mumbled, trying not to be distracted from her sincere apology.

“Sorry, to just me?” Apple Bloom grunted atop her leadingly. Sweetie blinked, and then she remembered that—oh yeah, there was more to the universe, besides that colt and her vagina.

“I’m sorry, Scootaloo,” Sweetie said bashfully, looking out from beneath Apple Bloom at the wraptly attentive pegasus. Sweetie blushed, not just from arousal, but also at how much she’d cried at the pegasus, and how she’d worried Scootaloo to death over nothing. As if to reward her, once Sweetie Belle apologized, Apple Bloom’s thrusts began to pick up both in speed and length. Sweetie Belle was finding her lips, her front lips softening, the sliding behind stroking her like a well oiled piston, making her hips sing like a songbird. It made Sweetie Belle want to sing too, and it would be a perfect feeling, if only Scootaloo would forgive her for overreacting.

“It’s fine Sweetie,” Scootaloo said dismissively with a crooked grin. “Looks like Apple Bloom is really eager to get started.” To that coarse unsophisticated forgiveness, Sweetie gave a soft sweet cry because... because she had to.

“Ah needed this so bad,” Apple Bloom agreed, punctuating her words with a long thrust.

With Apple Bloom mounted on top of her, and her insides stretched to their limits by that smoothly pistoning penis, Sweetie felt uniquely vulnerable where she stood. She was trapped beneath, and wrapped around the colt who was doing this to her. She found herself short of breath, but still panting hard, her eyes sliding half closed as she stared at nothing, and then fully closed, wholly concentrating on the feelings in her vagina behind her.

“You with me, Sweetie Belle?” Scootaloo said, as Sweetie felt Scootaloo’s hoof cradle her face. She opened her eyes and looked at Scootaloo, but there was no anger, nor fear. All she could feel is that amazing fuzzy adoration welling up from within her. Scootaloo looked amazing. It was just so wonderful that she could be here with Sweetie, in this beautiful moment.

“Oh Scootaloo,” Sweetie purred, hiking her loins up as her tone made Apple Bloom groan and thrust harder. She reached out to the pegasus, pulling her own head towards her. Scootaloo was so hot and flushed and breathing heavy and, doing this all for her because she cared about Sweetie Belle. And Sweetie cared about Scootaloo so much. Sweetie didn’t even realize when her eyes closed, and her lips delicately reached forward, hoping to meet the pegasus’s, if she would only be willing.

Well, Scootaloo was mostly probably willing. At least, she hovered close enough to Sweetie’s mouth to feel her breath. It wasn’t exactly the most planned kiss though, because a certain unicorn was being plowed hard from behind, and her body’s rocking motion inadvertently ended up pushing their lips firmly together. Sweetie thought it was just going to be a light kiss like before, so feeling Scootaloo’s mouth pressed right up against hers, made her snap her eyes open again. But the feelings from her cunny were so wonderful Sweetie couldn’t stay surprised, and just stared forward wetly and moaned into the kiss, her lips parting and locking with the pegasus’s.

Scootaloo pulled away, and Sweetie was helpless to follow, but then Scootaloo surged forward with an even hotter, more passionate kiss, literally taking the unicorn’s breath away, until Sweetie remembered she could breathe through her nostrils. And doing that made Sweetie Belle’s desire spike headily, as Apple Bloom’s thick colt scent flooded through her sinuses again.

Apple Bloom’s penis was eagerly stroking her innermost places, and filling her up so juicily. The meshing of their hips behind her was making her clitoris go wild with every thrust. And the electric tingle of Scootaloo’s lips on hers, on Sweetie’s so very sensitive and dextrous lips, was incredible. Not just because it felt good, but because she was kissing Scootaloo while she was being pounded. Because of that, even though Sweetie couldn’t move freely, neither from the pleasure, nor from the dick literally impaling her, nor even the firm warm body holding her down from above, gripping her hips, it didn’t make her afraid at all.

It was fine that Sweetie was here, and was going to stay here until it was done. She was being held in place, and she wanted to be held in place, and she wanted to pull against a resistant, groping stallion, so that she could be pulled back and filled, over and over again. Scootaloo’s freedom, and wild arousal seemed to hover outside of the inevitability of Sweetie knowing that she was going to be pumped full of goo. It was exciting and exotic, the contrast between satisfying certainty, and electrifying freedom. Sweetie Belle couldn’t pull Apple Bloom out now if she wanted to, and that was wonderful. Scootaloo was there because she chose to, and that was wonderful.

And through it all, Sweetie wasn’t angry or upset. She was completely taken, both by Apple Bloom behind her, and with the pegasus before her.

When Scootaloo pulled away a final time, Sweetie whimpered, almost feeling half complete from how Apple Bloom could only get one side of her at a time. But Scootaloo was so lost in her own arousal, that she couldn’t keep kissing Sweetie Belle. She just had to hunch over and drive her hoof into herself, rubbing that clitoris like her life depended on it. Sweetie Belle’s lips hungered for Scootaloo’s needily, but once she saw the pegasus trapped in what was clearly as hot of a burning estrus as Sweetie Belle had ever felt, she just had to do something.

Sweetie’s body was screaming at her to give into the pleasure, to submit to it and wait until Apple Bloom creamed inside her. It would be so easy. But her body was also screaming at her that her beautiful, wonderful friend was there in front of her, and in trouble. Scootaloo needed something, and in her half conscious state of arousal, Sweetie could only think that she would do anything to give Scootaloo what she needed.

“Wait...” her soft whisper emerged, easily lost in her own grunts and gasps at Apple Bloom’s thrusting. “Wait,” she said again more clearly. Apple Bloom thrust. “Wait!” Sweetie cried out loudly and passionately, her bell like voice pealing through the clubhouse. It still seemed like a miracle, when Apple Bloom shuddered to a stop.

Sweetie’s Generosity

“Oh... Oh Sweetie, tell me you’re not backing out now,” Apple Bloom begged in a frantic tone. Sweetie Belle felt Apple Bloom buried inside her as deep as she could go. Sweetie felt her weight bear down, felt herself held firmly underneath the now-boy pony, Apple Bloom’s hooves hooked firmly around her upper legs. Even while Apple Bloom’s excited cock kicked in her passage, Sweetie’s own nethers were preparing in their own subtle way, for being ejaculated into. It felt so good, so certain to think about it, that it may as well have already happened.

And yet, somehow Sweetie Belle had found the will to tell Apple Bloom to wait, and somehow Apple Bloom had managed to listen. So Sweetie got to feel that inscrutably teasing feel of a boy holding himself steady in her vagina, while she tried to prepare herself for what she was trying to do.

“I-- I need to do it!” Apple Bloom said anxiously, shivering against the warm white unicorn. It honestly sounded like Apple Bloom was struggling hard not to just... do it, even if Sweetie said no. Sweetie Belle honestly wouldn’t have minded, if that’s just what Apple Bloom did. “You need...” Bloom panted out, “I wanna‒ I, please Sweetie lemme‒”

Sweetie’s squeezed her cunt one more time on that delicious fullness that was Apple Bloom’s penis, then before it made Apple Bloom start again, she enunciated clearly, “Look at Scootaloo.”

It took Apple Bloom a long second to even realize or see what Sweetie was pointing at. “Scootaloo?” she said distantly, then her muscles stiffened against Sweetie, and she exclaimed, “Scootaloo, your estrus!”

The orange pegasus was so aroused she was unable to stand, just crouching there attacking herself with a hoof. Her ragged gasps were punctuated by the wet slippery mess her hoof was making of her groin. She was hunched over absorbed in herself, so aroused she couldn’t even think about the consequences of what orgasm would bring. But at Apple Bloom’s exclamation, Scootaloo stopped masturbating, looking up like a fox caught in the chicken coop.

“I-I-I,” she said shakily, “Uh, I mean yeah I... had it a little and was... just...”

“That isn’t a ‘little’” Sweetie said critically from underneath Apple Bloom. Scootaloo was so wet she was leaving a puddle where she squatted from the copious amounts of drooly girl cum leaking from her vagina.

Apple Bloom looked at Scootaloo one more time, then looked down incredulously at the unicorn she was impaling with her penis.

“A-are you sayin’ what I think you’re sayin’?” Apple Bloom said to Sweetie Belle. Sweetie Belle was saying she wanted to be filled up. Sweetie Belle was saying she loved Bloom’s penis more than anything. Sweetie Belle wanted Apple Bloom so badly right now, but... yes, she was saying ...that.

“You feel really good, Apple Bloom, and I love this so much,” Sweetie gushed, her hips grinding delightedly against Apple Bloom’s crotch, “But...” she pointed a hoof again saying, “Scootaloo needs you more.”

Apple Bloom remained still for one more moment, then without a word just a guttural groan, heaved herself off of, and out of Sweetie Belle, leaving the unicorn standing there like someone just dumped a bucket of ice water over her head in support of eradicating some obscure autoimmune disease whose cure would be a drop in the bucket compared to ponies who starved to death or got run off cliffs in an out-of-control carriage. Sweetie Belle just... gasped and started shaking on the spot, barely aware at first of Apple Bloom walking over to Scootaloo and conversing with her in low tones.

Sweetie regretted her decision instantly, the moment Apple Bloom pulled out of her with that wet sucking sound, and climbed off her back. It was staggering how aroused Sweetie was. Her back felt cold and lonely and her vagina felt like a chasm of emptiness. A hot cold burning icy dripping chasm. She wanted a penis in it. She needed a penis in it. She... she shuddered trying to find some level of calm, while Apple Bloom went over to attend to Scootaloo.

“Scoots, you shoulda said something,” Apple Bloom said, “I didn’t know your estrus was coming back too. Is that normal?”

“Well? It-- I don’t know but, yeah it’s pretty... pretty bad,” Scootaloo admitted, kneeling and squirming her sticky legs together. “I... I need your penis in me,” she huffed, “Again... I needed it ever since I saw you do it to Liza. I I’m sorry I didn’t say anything, just please,”

Apple Bloom backed up a step at what Scootaloo was doing, saying “Alright, alright Scootaloo! You don’t have to hold your hooves in supplication.”

Scootaloo put her hooves down and stood up then, and her head was already half consciously moving toward that penis under Apple Bloom, mouth pursed like the kisses that she just hammered Sweetie with.

“Wait, Scootaloo,” Sweetie suggested despite her better judgement, “Try it the way I was doing it. It feels really good.” Sweetie Belle had managed to calm down enough to comprehend the situation at least, and was just trying to concentrate on her need to help her friend, to distract her from the need for literal fulfillment. “Really...gooood...” she repeated quietly, her voice trailing off into a moan as her hoof reached shakily between her legs.

Scootaloo pulled her head back from Apple Bloom’s captivating pelvis, nodding silently at Sweetie Belle with a smile. Then she turned to present her rear end to Apple Bloom, her tail turning up and her vulval lips just winking away. Was that what Sweetie’s looked like right now? Sweetie knew her vulva sure were writhing actively against her hoof. That must be what it looked like when she did it for a colt! Except probably white, not orange. But still pink on the inside.

“Alright Apple Bloom, is this how I–” and Scootaloo oofed, as Apple Bloom reared up and planted on her back.

“Celestia, Scoots, your bottom looks so good when it does that,” Apple Bloom whispered into Scootaloo’s ear. Sweetie held her breath, as Apple Bloom’s hips shifted around testily, the horny little girl unable to see the penis between Bloom and Scootaloo. A moment of awkward prodding, and then Apple Bloom shoved her hips triumphantly forward. She must have entered Scootaloo then, because Scootaloo snapped her head back going “Hol--y...” and that’s as far as she got.

“G-good, huh, Scootaloo?” Sweetie said enviously, more so than she’d ever been in her life. Her loins were burning and aching all at once, and she just couldn’t keep her hoof away, piking it between her legs and stimulating herself needily.

“It--” Scootaloo stuttered, “My clit-- and-- and you’re all over... and... oh buck I need you Apple Bloom.” She ended in a throaty emotional moan.

Apple Bloom started thrusting and only one of the three ponies here had a complaint, a complaint which will never became verbalized, for sake of Scootaloo’s need.

Well, not verbalised in words at least. Sweetie Belle tried to be unobtrusive, but she just couldn’t stand it. Moaning miserably, but so freaking arousedly, Sweetie Belle felt like she was going to orgasm from her hoof alone. Sweetie fell to her side, just focusing on making her needy lips stroked more and more. Her hoof hit a nipple-- oh Celestia! She couldn’t even see straight from the pleasure she was feeling, and it still wasn’t enough.

Scootaloo’s disappointed groan was the only announcement Sweetie Belle had, that Apple Bloom had once again stilled. “Sweetie Belle,” Apple Bloom’s chocolatey colt voice cut across the silence of the room. “You’re lyin’”

“What?!” Sweetie Belle squeaked, seriously not understanding. She just humped against herself uncomprehendingly, and tried to look at Apple Bloom, wondering how she could possibly be lying and how to get that penis up deep in there do it in her. [sic]

“Scootaloo don’t need this more than you do,” Apple Bloom said. Scootaloo panted with her hair flopped over her eyes, but didn’t say anything in protest. Sweetie felt like she must have looked so needy there prone on the floor. She didn’t exactly know how her body looked, splayed out like this, fighting with itself, her soft curls in disarray. She wanted to look like that, though. She didn’t want to orgasm because being like this meant Apple Bloom had to know she needed it. She wanted her entire body to scream “Put a penis in me!” and she bucked against her hoof, desperately driving herself to express that need more, and more.

“I-I need,” Sweetie Belle said, quivering, just managing to whisper huskily, “Your boy stuff...” before her loins erupted into motion and she was lost to the world again.

It was like she was another pony when this happened. Sweetie Belle felt like she was floating, like she was racing across a field. Yet she could still feel her body relax, driven to do so by the pulsing pleasure in her thighs that she could not stop, and would never even try to. She was amazed she could still breathe when this happened. Big panting gasps that came all on their own, and echoed distantly in her ears. When the stars faded from her vision, and her eyes fluttered open, they settled dully on the hooves of her two friends, her two friends who had separated at the hip while she was out of it and come to stand before her, concernedly.

Well, to be fair, Apple Bloom was standing there concernedly, but Scootaloo looked more like she was trying to stand concernedly, while her hips were shaking too much to be convincing about it.

“We’re in trouble,” Apple Bloom said glumly. “You both need boy stuff in you, all the way in you, and I can only do it once!”

“Maybe you can do a little for me and–” Scootaloo finished almost reluctantly, saying, “...then do Sweetie?”

“I’m just worried I won’t be able to stop,” Apple Bloom said honestly. “It comes out all by itself, and it’s just about ready to go!”

“Can you even stop, after you start pumping it out?” Scootaloo asked.

“I dunno, I never even tried,” Apple Bloom said. “But if I can’t, how would I get it from one of you to the other in time?”

“We need to put our cunnies really close together,” Sweetie suggested, in the moment of post-orgasm clarity that was swiftly fading to knee quaking, fiery arousal. “A-and then you can... help” She tried to sound matter-of-fact, but that last word came out more like a desperate plea than anything. They were right. Sweetie Belle needed a penis so bad, and the orgasm just made her insides cry out for it so much worse. She would have masturbated again, if she didn’t have her friends to keep her distracted. And then again, and again... she’d never be able to stop!

Scootaloo lay prone next to Sweetie Belle, the two of them looking up at Apple Bloom as she said, “Is this good?” hopefully.

“Ain’t close enough,” Apple Bloom said critically, “I ain’t gonna let either one of you go back to school like this because I went and missed.”

“Closer...” Sweetie Belle said, looking at Scootaloo, and then Scootaloo’s crotch, and then Scootaloo’s mouth, and her so very kissable lips. Sweetie contemplated her own lips. She wondered if labia counted as lips too. They both started with ‘l’. “Hmm.”

On a hunch, Sweetie Belle pulled Scootaloo on top of her. Sweetie wasn’t a large unicorn herself, but Scootaloo was still thinner and more bony, so she needed to be on top. Scootaloo was too horny and desperate to protest just about anything at this point. Only after she was atop Sweetie did Scootaloo jerk in surprise, and start struggling when her vaginal lips mushed up against Sweetie’s own. Sweetie just hugged her and said, “Ssh, ssh,” trying to bring the pegasus to wherever her senses were chasing her, brushing her mouth lips ever so gently against Scootaloo’s, seeking another kiss. Trouble is, with Scootaloo grinding against her, Sweetie was getting lost in the feeling herself. She had just orgasmed after all, and she really needed it.

“I... I get it Sweetie,” Apple Bloom declared. “That’s... that’s ...perfect.”

Sweetie saw Apple Bloom hovering over her, ready to try to do them both and she realized she’d never seen Apple Bloom face-to-face when she was doing it to her. Apple Bloom had such an expression of hungry need in her face looking down at Sweetie Belle it was intoxicating. Scootaloo moaned again, in a more satisfied manner as Apple Bloom sandwiched Scootaloo in between her and Sweetie, bracing over the two of them with wide urgent eyes, and just... bringing that penis to bear.

Sweetie was lost in Apple Bloom’s eyes, even more when Bloom chose Sweetie Belle’s cunny as the one to push into. As the penis slid smoothly inside, filling her desperate emptiness, Sweetie’s eyes grew liquid, reaching her hooves up beyond Scootaloo to stroke lovingly along the chest of this beautiful beautiful colt. His energetic thrusts made her loins sing sweeter than she ever had. She panted and melted and squished around him down there.

She almost didn’t even mind when Apple Bloom pulled out of her, and adjusted her shaft to push into Scootaloo instead. Sweetie couldn’t mind, because of what it did to Scootaloo. With how warmly they were embraced, it was like Sweetie was still getting fucked and she just couldn’t feel it, and the reaction of Scootaloo was well worth the disconnect. The pegasus gasped hotly, rearing up to push her hooves against Sweetie Belle bucking backwards eagerly against the colt she needed in her. Sweetie pulled Scootaloo into another soft and luscious kiss, but right as she did Scootaloo’s pupils narrowed and she moaned into Sweetie Belle’s mouth, her wings lifting at a momentous feeling inside her. The bucking stopped as Apple Bloom gave a good tight, “Nn–ah year!”

Apple Bloom pulled roughly out of Scootaloo then, making the pegasus moan even more hotly, then Apple Bloom stood taller, her dick dangling above both of their groins hungrily. It was the first time Sweetie had ever seen a flare, and as Apple Bloom’s muscles and blood pumped the broad ridged flatness, Sweetie’s heart caught in her throat. She didn’t know Scootaloo had seen a flare before, this thing that had just been inside the pegasus (...somehow), and made a mental note to rectify this. But no sooner had she made that note, than Apple Bloom lowered her dick out of sight and pushed it against Sweetie’s entrance once again.

A filly wasn’t built to take the flare from the surface in, and Apple Bloom’s penis had to squeeze and distend against Sweetie’s inner walls, as Apple Bloom forced her way in. Apple Bloom was being careful and unsure of herself this first time, but it didn’t hurt, so much as it felt like Sweetie had to squeeze that shaft like a tube of toothpaste. Even as it fought back against her compression with hot throbs, she helplessly conformed it to the shape of her vagina, every inch that it slid in, until at last it popped out into the shape it was meant to be. It was an uncomfortable experience, and it did stretch her a bit painfully, but the way their nethers battled with each other was so wonderful it made Sweetie Belle wish Apple Bloom had just jammed it in all at once.

“H-h-here goes,” Apple Bloom stuttered nervously, the penis clearly demanding too much of her to hold it back any longer.

“Do it,” Sweetie Belle whispered. Her head lolled back as the earth pony pulled in and out of her.

“Please...” Scootaloo added, her wings quivering excitedly and needily.

Apple Bloom just had a few more short thrusts in her, and then her glad cries echoed through clubhouse as it started to happen to her. She was inside Sweetie though, not Scootaloo!

“Remember, Apple Bloom,” Sweetie said urgently. Then the first spurt of boy goo poured hotly into her, making it much harder to repeat herself. “Rem--em...ber...” she bit out as pulse after pulse of semen bloomed within her hips. Apple Bloom wouldn’t stop! Celestia that was eight pulses; any more and she’d overflow‒!

Somehow Apple Bloom had heard her, and that turgid penis jerked out of her, ungently... hurriedly. Apple Bloom was looking back at her crotch and concentrating so hard. When it came out of Sweetie Belle, both she and Scootaloo had to squeak at the feel of a hot spurt of cum, spraying against their collective groins. That was the last one Sweetie Belle felt, because Scootaloo threw her head back and screamed, “Yes!” And Sweetie knew, that Apple Bloom must gotten it in her in time, and was pumping Scootaloo full of boy goo right now.

“Ah! Unh! Ugk...hhh...yes,” Scootaloo panted, in more and more of a relieved tone, calling out each spurt as Bloom finished in her. And then all their cries were nothing but a humid silence.

They did it. Somehow Apple Bloom had shared her boy goo between them both. Sweetie’s own loins were still throbbing from the experience, but as the shock of having goo inside her started to register, they began to feel so deliciously satisfied. The white stuff wasn’t trickling down the sides of Sweetie’s belly at all; it was... perfect. Sweetie knew she didn’t have a tongue down there, but she loved how Apple Bloom’s cum tasted in her inner passage. It was the only way she could think to describe it. And while that wonderful, full, delicious feeling was busily relaxing her body, Sweetie got to watch Scootaloo’s own aroused tension get quenched, one spurt after another. Sweetie went in for another kiss when the euphoric pegasus sagged against her, closing her lips on Scootaloo with a practiced tenderness.

Seriously, she was so glad she had practiced kissing.

Apple Bloom didn’t pull out of Scootaloo, just settled against both of them, sighing in utter relief as whatever urges drove her colt behaviors were just as quenched as Sweetie, and Scootaloo. Scootaloo didn’t seem to mind the weight, and just gave a satisfied “Ohh yeahhh,” squirming against the dick still impaling her. Sweetie kind of missed it, honestly.

“A-apple Bloom, do you think you could still... be in me a little bit too?” she asked timidly.

“I’ll try, Sweetie, but you know how this thing calms down,” Apple Bloom said.

“Ugh,” said Scootaloo, her brow twisting in concentration as Apple Bloom pulled out of her, standing there in the middle of the clubhouse with the slick girl cum drooling off her dick. She rubbed the penis with a forehoof, which seemed to perk it up, and then laid it almost gently against Sweetie Belle, struggling a bit until Sweetie felt herself spread apart, and the unicorn was filled again.

“Thank you...” she whispered.

“Mmm...” Apple Bloom just answered.

Too unsteady to kiss, Scootaloo just rested against Sweetie, stroking her tenderly, nuzzling her chest fur in a delirious sort of happiness. They lay there just quietly like that, just appreciating each other’s company. Sweetie could actually feel Apple Bloom softening and retracting from within her. It was a weird feeling but, not that bad. She was happy that Apple Bloom had given her one last thrust. After Sweetie finally lost her grasp on that penis, Bloom settled on her side eventually, still cuddling Scootaloo protectively in between them. For once, Scootaloo didn’t object to being babied, or hugged.

Remembering the sight of Apple Bloom’s dick post-Scootaloo, it suddenly occured to Sweetie Belle that both their girl stuff was on it. And it had been way inside Sweetie Belle. That meant it wasn’t just Apple Bloom’s boy stuff up deep inside Sweetie right now. It was also Scootaloo’s girl stuff. And Scootaloo had Sweetie’s girl juices, as far in there as it could go. It was such a tender thought, that the three of them would be so deeply connected. Sweetie wanted both of her best friends to always stay inside her, metaphorically and sort of literally.

Apple Bloom finally spoke up.

“Alright, Crusaders... time to huddle up. I mean, more than we are already. I mean, less than we are already.” That made Sweetie giggle. It felt funny to giggle when you were at the bottom of a pony pile. Apple Bloom pulled away first, her eyes softening as she took in the sight of them hugging against each other just glowing with satisfaction.

“Wow,” said Apple Bloom, “You gals look prettier than a peach.”

“Yeah yeah,” Scootaloo mumbled, heaving up from Sweetie Belle’s chest, “Laugh it up why don’t ya.”

“I ain’t joking,” Apple Bloom said in an irritated tone, “You went from hurtin’ to spectacular, and that’s beautiful.”

Scootaloo didn’t protest that, but she didn’t approve it either, just climbing off Sweetie Belle and lifting her hind leg to assess her nethers with a critical eye.

“Oop, they’re still leaking!” Scootaloo announced, as a drop of boy cum landed on the floor. She immediately piked a hoof down to her groin to cover it up, holding Apple Bloom’s boy stuff in her.

“Git on your back like Sweetie,” Apple Bloom suggested. “Then it’ll be pointing up and you won’t be fightin gravity.” Scootaloo nodded and quickly rolled to her back, taking her hoof away carefully, relieved when no more white goo dribbled out of her.

Apple Bloom didn’t spare much of a thought before flopping down right in between them and pulling them each against her with a front hoof. “So alright,” Apple Bloom said. “First thing I wanna say is, that was way too close. If we’re gonna make it through this estrus with our wits intact, we’re gonna have to stay on good terms, and talk to each other when we feel like we need something.” Scootaloo winced at that last comment. Sweetie Belle just brushed Apple Bloom’s chest fur with a timid hoof. “I coulda done you instead of Liza,” she said to Scootaloo, “And that... actually would have saved a lot of trouble.”

“Pff,” Scootaloo said mockingly, “As if Diamond Tiara wouldn’t just go straight after me.”

“Yeah, but Liza ain’t my best friend like you two are,” Apple Bloom pointed out, “I don’t expect Liza to stand up to bullying, for a pony she barely even knows. We Crusaders have to hold ourselves to higher standards.”

Apple Bloom looked at the ceiling, pondering, “I been trying to cure the estrus of every filly in class, and I shoulda known when my boy goo came back, but if their estrus comes back too, then there’s no way I can do it all on my own. One way or another, we have to get other real colts to help out in this.”

There was a solemn silence as they tried to contemplate just how to do that.

“And secondly,” Apple Bloom said at last, turning to Sweetie Belle. “I hope this rests your concerns about bein just like Rarity?”

Scootaloo started to snicker at that, and the snickers just kept getting heavier until Scootaloo was on her side, holding her barrel from outright laughter, enough that it was even making her dribble out more, from her passage. Bloom and Sweetie were staring at her oddly, so Scootaloo just wiped away her tears and managed to explain, “I was just... imagining Rarity giving her... to Sweetie, imagining Rarity giving her stallion to Sweetie, so she could... and right in the middle of doing it...”

Apple Bloom was about to berate her, but then she heard Sweetie Belle trying, and failing to hold back her own giggles. Bloom looked between them both, and chuckled herself, and soon they were all laughing on the floor, just lying together and being friends, Sweetie’s bright bell like laughter dominating over the lower scratchy alto of Scootaloo’s and the deeper tones rumbling out of Apple Bloom’s chest.

When they calmed down though, Apple Bloom said just to be sure, “But seriously, you’ll be my friend again, right?”

“Now and forever,” Sweetie said confidently.

“And you’re not gonna be scared of colts I mean... of yourself around colts anymore?”

Sweetie Belle let out a residual giggle and spread her hooves above her, announcing, “As Celestia is my witness I will never be afraid of colts again!”

“Alright third order of business,” Apple Bloom said, gesturing at the sticky matted girl cum all over the floor. “We gotta clean up this mess!”

After cleaning the floor, and themselves up, Sweetie and Scootaloo were pleased that a period of patient waiting with their crotches pointed upwards meant that they wouldn’t be leaking out any of that precious boy goo. The only thing that came out was runnier, more like girl goo. Not that Apple Bloom was entirely sure that boy stuff wasn’t supposed to leak out, but the more that gets in there the better, right? They were still fully covered by it. They had boy goo all over their crotch fur, which made Apple Bloom blush as she remembered that one hot spurt she had done on accident, outside of both of them.

After they cleaned up, Apple Bloom said reluctantly, “And, fourth order of business is...” throwing her rag in the bucket, “About tomorrow. I said we need to get the other colts involved, as I can’t keep up with all the fillies on my own, and who knows how long I’ll even have a dick to do it with?”

“Matter of fact,” Apple Bloom continued, frowning, “When I get to be a filly again, I’m gonna need a colt. So we need to get real colts involved, or we’ll all be stuck with nothing but Moon Tea and ice packs to comfort our nethers.”

“Do you want to be a filly again?” Scootaloo exclaimed, legitimately unsure of what Apple Bloom’s reasoning was here.

Apple Bloom guffawed at that saying, “Of course I do! It’s who I am! And you seriously think I don’t want to get in on this action?” Sensing she was a bit cryptic she explained,

“I seen so many fillies enjoying getting stuffed full by a colt, that is, me, that I’m just dyin’ to feel it for mahself.” The others got a good chuckle at that.

“So we need real colts, as a source of boy stuff,” Sweetie said.

“That’s kind of a weird way to put it,” Scootaloo said uneasily.

“And that brings me to tomorrow,” Apple Bloom concluded, “I wanna show some colts our secret clubhouse.”

“What?!” Sweetie exclaimed, “But it’s our secret clubhouse!”

“It isn’t that secret,” Scootaloo muttered. “Diamond Tiara already knows about it! Who else would we hide it from?”

Apple Bloom cleared her throat and continued, “So I finally tracked down some... colts, and I sorta invited them here tomorrow. That’s what I need your help with, to make sure it goes smoothly. Real profesional operation, m’I right?”

“...which colts exactly would be coming here?” Scoots asked skeptically.

Apple Bloom smiled sloppily and said, “Oh, just a fellow named Shady Daze, Featherweight and Rumble.”

Scootaloo went so quickly from elated to dismayed you could hear the snapping sound in her brain. “Oh man!” she shouted out frustratedly, buzzing in the air momentarily before dropping down. “If I could have just waited one more day,”

“Now calm down, Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom said, “I didn’t think you needed it but, now that we know that estrus comes back after a few days, think about this. You’re gonna be showing Rumble the greatest thing he ever felt since ice cream tomorrow, even if it’s in another filly. He’s gonna want to return the favor I bet. Say, in a few days maybe, when your nethers start feeling uppity, hm? Besides, this way you get to see if he’s any good at it or not. Though it is... kinda easy to be good at it. It just feels great for everyone involved.”

Apple Bloom went on to say, “You think I would have been able to do you both if I hadn’t put a little thought and practice into it?” She looked at Sweetie Belle, saying, “If you were around the first time Sweetie Belle, I woulda just accidentally splurged it all on Scootaloo, and wouldn’t even know to save a drop for you, Sweetie Belle!”

“Wow,” Sweetie realized, “That would have been... really disappointing.”

“Not that I have any problem with splurging on you,” Apple Bloom said, winking to Scootaloo, “Asides cleaning up the mess, after what comes out between us, it’s pretty amazing to do so. I just love feelin’ it smearing around, while it’s still y’know, comin’ out’a me. But it’s just, if you’re both in need, then I would rather be doing it today, than at the beginning of this week. Since I got a chance to get good, that means this way you all get enough. You did get enough, right?”

Sweetie Belle wiggled her hips testily, and nodded with a smile. That fuzzy feeling had taken away her estrus, and replaced it with nothing but endearment for her friends. Come to think on it, that endearment had fought a rather pitched battle during her entire coitus, emerging triumphant in the end thanks to boy stuff.

“I feel awesome” said Scootaloo striking a pose, “So it totally was enough. I was like ‘Hurry up get it in me!’ and you were like ‘Wabam, zoosh!’ and I was like ‘Woah!’ and you were all splurting in me and hahaha” she ended up on her back again, just wiggling pleasurably against her wings as if scratching an itch. Or, remembering an itch being scratched. Sweetie Belle had to bite her lip to not say anything about how adorable Scootaloo looked.

“And that’s why we’re going to test Rumble out on another filly first, before putting him to the Scootaloo challenge,” Apple Bloom concluded. “Besides, surely you can think of a good filly, who you’d be happy to see get stuffed by that hunk of stallion. Matter of fact, if I recall it’s gettin on time for Archer’s heat to come back, if it goes in the order I did ‘em.”

Scootaloo nodded at that and smiled, if a bit ...too brashly. Just how much did she like the idea of Archer getting colted?

“So,” Apple Bloom said considering carefully, “What I need you to do Sweetie, is find three fillies in estrus, get them to come to the clubhouse. It shouldn’t be hard. And you Scootaloo, will greet the colts at the main entrance to this orchard tomorrow after lunch, and show them to our clubhouse. Your heat’s all taken care of, so you should be able to impress them with your‒ how did that mare put it uh, professionalisms.”

“Awesomeness,” Scootaloo corrected.

Apple Bloom nodded. “Right, that. And I’ll try to be there too, to make sure everything goes smoothly but uh...” she crossed her hoof embarassedly, “I might be in too much trouble to make it out. If I cain’t then you just get the colts doing their colty thing, and it should progress naturally on its own. Oh, while you’re at it Sweetie, could you get some more cleaning supplies, and maybe a protective floor covering? That too much trouble to find, you think?”

“My sister is a fabric designer,” Sweetie Belle deadpanned.

Apple Bloom laughed, “Oh uh, heh, yeah. Thanks! Alright, that’s all I needed you here for, so if nopony has any objections let’s call this meeting to a close and get back to school!”

Sweetie squinted looking out the window saying, “Hmm... what time is it? We’ve been in here a while now.”

Apple Bloom joined her at the window, looking out and doing a few quick calculations according to the angle of the sun and the time of year and exclaimed “WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN IN CLASS AN HOUR AGO!!”

They all scrambled for the door, Apple Bloom shouting the whole time, “We gotta get back! Class is almost over! Our folks will be here to pick us up! Applejack is going to eat me alive! One million years detention!”

Scootaloo sighed sourly, keeping pace with Apple Bloom. Sweetie was falling behind though, and Apple Bloom cried out, “Come on Sweetie, hurry!”

“No, it’s O.K. Apple Bloom,” Sweetie reassured her. “Nobody’s going to pick me up today.”

“What?” Apple Bloom declared coming to a halt.

“Rarity is supposed to pick me up today,” Sweetie explained, looking at the ground. “She never does when it’s estrus.”

Scootaloo looked tensely between Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle before headbutting Apple Bloom pushing her toward the schoolhouse saying, “Just... go! I’ll take care of her. It’ll be fine. You need to hurry!”

Apple Bloom looked long back at Sweetie Belle, but then started running on her own and disappeared down the road.

Scootaloo stood watching her go and turned to Sweetie, who said, “Don’t your parents come to pick you up?”

“My parents,” Scootaloo chuckled bitterly, “Wouldn’t that be something.” She pulled a hoof up perturbedly and said, “Uh, I mean yeah, they totally think I’m too awesome to just pick up after school, so I get to walk home by myself.”

“Wow,” Sweetie Belle said admiringly, “My parents don’t even let me go shopping by myself.”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes, “That’s because the last time you went shopping by yourself you came home with three pounds of butterscotch and a parrot.”

“I still say they should have let me keep him!”

Apple Bloom was running for her life. Or at least her freedom. She didn’t really think that her family secretly raised fillies in a loving environment, only to boil ‘em up in a stew when they were too naughty, but she didn’t want to take any chances. She charged up to the schoolhouse like a bull in a rodeo and burst in the doors, heedless of if anypony noticed her or not. She just had to get there before school was out or there’d be Tartarus to pay! As-is, she was in enough trouble; it scared her what would happen if she wasn’t there to be picked up and... escorted away like a colt.

As soon as she ran through those doors, she came to find her classroom, which was totally empty save for Cheerilee. Oh no, she was too late!

“Oh no!” Apple Bloom exclaimed, “I’m too late!” She looked around frantically for Big Macintosh. Had he come and left already? She was the worst sister ever! Apple Bloom is worst pony! Cheerilee looked up in surprise as Apple Bloom came running in, then her eyes narrowed on recognition of Apple Bloom’s colt noveau form.

“I’m sorry Miss Cheerilee!” Apple Bloom pleaded, “I didn’t know it was this late! I didn’t even think‒ I was bein stupid! I didn’t mean to miss the last period of school! It was my friends they needed‒ no it was me I was being dumb and I didn’t pay attention to the time so now it’s too late and my family hates me and ah‒”

“That’s enough Apple Bloom,” Cheerilee said in a soft tone that immediately arrested anything Apple Bloom dared to say. Cheerilee waited there a second looking at her, then relaxed into a smile.

“You only missed the party,” she explained. “With estrus driving us all... you know, and summer around the corner, I just called off the last period! I know it’s crazy but I was feeling like going a little off the chain, anyways!”

Now that Apple Bloom noticed, she could detect a faint smell of the remains of a whole bunch of cupcakes devoured by a classroom of foals.

“That doesn’t excuse the fact that you skipped school,” Cheerilee said with a more serious frown. “And you didn’t even mean to do it?”

“Ah just lost track of time...” Apple Bloom said miserably.

“That alone is worrisome, Apple Bloom. Is something happening that would make your behavior change so dramati‒” Cheerilee blushed (and if you could actually see that pony blush, she must have blushed hard). “...oh, oh right the... colt thing. But... you miss more school as a colt?”

“Ah was helping my friends... they’re fillies and they missed it just as much as me.”

“Your friends?” Cheerilee asked nervously.

“Yeah, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. They stayed back since they don’t have this colt thing, so they ain’t got family breathing down their necks.”

“Helping them?” Cheerilee observed with a squeak.

Apple Bloom nodded, “Yeah uh, I’m real sorry. We should have just come right away when break ended. I can’t begin to say what got into me!”

“Into you?” Cheerilee would have said, if her imagination wasn’t going into horrible, horrible places and taking her voice with it into a soundless squeak.

“Look just.. just please don’t tell mah brother!” Apple Bloom begged, actually getting on her knees in front of the teacher. She was that desperate. “He’s under a lot of stress and I didn’t cause no harm and I won’t ever ever do it again I promise.”

Cheerilee walked around her desk and put a hoof on Apple Bloom’s shoulder, saying “Oh Apple Bloom, don’t worry. It’ll be fine. But you have to trust your brother. It’s not good to hide from him that you’re skipping school. You need to talk about your problems with him.”

“Please, I’ll do anything just don’t tell him I went truant! He’ll tan my hide!”

Cheerilee’s hoof left Apple Bloom’s shoulder and she pulled back. Her eyes had a funny look in them when she said, “Anything...?”

Of course Big Macintosh chose that instant to walk in the door.

There was a tense moment of silence. Cheerilee closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then she deliberately lowered her tail which had gone up in the air for some reason. Holding her hind legs together she said to Big Macintosh,

“Your... sister has something to tell you.”

Big Macintosh had one thing to say to Apple Bloom’s long tale of woe and misunderstanding that didn’t really go into the specifics on anything.

“Grounded.”

“Grounded?!”

“You been getting out too much,” he said firmly, “Ain’t safe. You need to just stay in your room this weekend and study.”

“But it’s summer!” she whined plaintively.

“You got exams next week. Ain’t letting you bomb them ‘cause some fillies convinced you to play hooky.”

They walked on in stoic and sullen (respectively) silence, and then Apple Bloom said, “But‒”

“No buts. Maybe next time you’ll think before you break a pony’s trust.”

Apple Bloom didn’t even remember what they were having for dinner. She barely ate anything. It wasn’t being grounded she minded so much, though she hated it, but she had made her brother real mad, she’d betrayed his trust, and for what? Scoots could have got her vagina filled tomorrow. It was just them getting all lost in the act, and forgetting about the rest of the world! And now even Granny had to pay for it.

“Playin’ in your clubhouse all school period?” Granny shouted, “You weren’t doing no hanky panky were you now?!”

Hanky...? “Ah wasn’t kissin nopony Granny, I promise,” Apple Bloom said honestly. She supposed putting boy stuff in a filly was kind of like hugging, but there wasn’t any kissing going on or callin each other Schmoopy Doo and other hanky panky stuff like that. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle were totally liplocked of course, practically the whole time, but Apple Bloom herself had been lucky enough not to kiss a single filly at all. Lucky because if she had, then she’d have to admit it now. But this way she could tell the truth, and that’d be fine... and maybe she could even kiss them both later. She just had to deliberately unscrunch her muzzle for now, and stop looking in other directions. It was the perfect crime.

“Just like ye promised not to miss schooool,” Granny said eyeballing Bloom dangerously.

“Ain’t a problem,” said Big Macintosh, “Because she’s gonna stay in her room from now, until she’s a she again.”

“Ah‒” Apple Bloom said choking up furiously. “Uf!” she snorted at a loss for words. “Ahm goin to my room then,” she griped, “Don’t bother comin in.”

It wasn’t until she got to her room and laid down on her bed, her colt smelling bed, that the tears began to flow. Why was she even crying? She wasn’t trying to hurt anyone! She was saving so many fillies the pain of failing their final exam she... wasn’t doing anything to stop herself from failing. She wasn’t supposed to fail though. She was a boy! Boys don’t have burnin estrus to distract them. But they do have the burnin estrus of others. Still, it weren’t no excuse. Maybe Big Mac was right and Apple Bloom just needed to hole up all weekend studying.

But would Discord even be back next week? Would she get escorted as a colt to her exams? Maybe even bridled? She hated being a prisoner even if they were doing it out of love for her. What would Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo do about the clubhouse meeting that she had planned? They could handle it... maybe. But they shouldn’t have to. Apple Bloom just wanted to curl up in the corner and hide until her penis went away, but she also wanted to use it, and help all those colts and fillies cure their estrus. And not just to help them out, but to help her as well, because... because... she didn’t know exactly how it was so helpful to her. It just felt so good to make the boy stuff come out!

Was feeling good not a good idea? Was there something bad about it? If it was dark magic they’d have had her in chains, like that one time Rarity decided to spruce up the town. It was like it was dark magic, but it only helped ponies and felt good, and didn’t make anyone sad or angry at all. Not anyone except... grownups. Was it a spell that cursed grownups whenever she did it to fillies? It just didn’t make any sense. Apple Bloom never even did it near a grownup, so how could they be hurt by it? She couldn’t find out for sure unless she found a grownup who’d ...let her put it in them.

And now Apple Bloom wasn’t crying so much as blushing. The very thought of climbing onto a full grown mare like that was just silly. How would she even thrust, if Apple Bloom’s hooves couldn’t touch the floor? They’d have to do it lying down like with Archer and Dinky, and Scootaloo. Fluttershy would just lie there all splay legged looking at her with those big soulful puppy eyes, with her hot scent radiating from the beautiful flower that her slender hips enclosed. Wait, Fluttershy?

Apple Bloom blushed harder. That was right about when Applejack decided to walk into her room.

Knock knock, “Are y’ decent?”

Well Apple Bloom’s penis was out, and that might be awkward, but she was belly down on her bed so that was pretty decent she supposed. “Yeah, sis!” she called out. Applejack opened the door, and walked in the room, pausing a bit with her eyes looking funny giving a quiet “whoo nelly” around the tray she had in her mouth. Placing the tray on Apple Bloom’s drawer cabinet, she turned to the filly gone colt and gave a soft smile.

“Ah noticed you didn’t eat much at the table,” she said, “Thought you could use a coupla beets in a blanket.”

With a resigned huff Apple Bloom stood up and jumped off her bed. That phallus of hers was still being tricky, but she was awful hungry after all. You couldn’t live on butterflies alone. Of course as soon as Applejack saw that thing swinging below her belly she took a swift intake of breath. Apple Bloom crossed a hoof apologizing,

“Sorry it... it’ll go in on its own if I ignore it. I was just... thinking of things.”

Apple Bloom started to eat, but Applejack didn’t say anything, or leave the room or move other than to place her rump firmly on the floor, forelegs held carefully away from it. Apple Bloom realized then that she could smell her own sister’s heat. It was such a familiar scent, but so exotically different to her colt nose. So strong too, and heavy. Far as Apple Bloom knew, the only thing Applejack had to calm her down was Moon tea. Not a single stallion. Apple Bloom really wondered about that.

“L-listen Apple Bloom,” Applejack managed to stutter at last, “Something you might wanna know about your p-p-p-your h-horn I mean your you know what, is‒”

“Applejack, why don’t you have any stallions over?” Apple Bloom cut in, in the middle of the last wrapped beet. She did it half out of pity for that horrible, stumbling sentence. It was a mercy killing really. Plus Apple Bloom suspected she herself knew far more about a “horn” than even her sister.

“What?” Applejack said shocked.

“Well Sweetie told me that Rarity has all sorts of stallions over, and they help cure her estrus. An’ you see pegasi mares in the clouds sometimes with a stallion, probably doin the same thing. Ah know Rarity has problems but, maybe you could try a stallion or two?”

“Or... two?” Applejack squeaked. Grownups kept squeaking around Apple Bloom. She half wondered if this was all some subtle jibe against Sweetie Belle’s eventual physical maturity. But she nodded at Applejacks er... “question” saying,

“Don’t see why not. I mean, there’s enough if you all share each other. You could ask Rarity‒”

“We are not having this conversation,” Applejack said suddenly in a harsh tone. It sounded not so much angry but more hyperventilating. “You are way too young to understand that sort of thing. A-and ah‒ah’m savin myself for... marriage,” she finished lamely. Apple Bloom gave her a long look, swallowing her mouthful and saying,

“Do... did you know how colts can cure a filly’s estrus? Scootaloo was sayin’‒”

“Ah most certainly don’t!” Applejack said shooting up on all fours. She wasn’t looking at Apple Bloom fearfully, but kept looking at her own rear end while backing stiffly to the door saying “Stay away!” Applejack seemed to realize what she was doing and said more calmly to Apple Bloom, “Just... stay away from fillies right now. That’ll keep you safe from the lunacy, and you can go right back to your old life.”

“I just wanna help you, sis,” Apple Bloom mumbled miserably.

Applejack paused uncomfortably long and then said, “Ah gotta go.” She zipped out the door slamming it closed with a surprising amount of force. Apple Bloom would have followed, but her concern turned to disgust as she heard the lock click in her door. Right, grounded.

The last pig went down her throat with little fanfare, and she kicked the metal tray so hard it banged against the wall before clattering to a stop.

In Apple Bloom’s dreams that night, Scootaloo kept turning into a filly version of her sister Applejack, right as she climaxed. Apple Bloom was pretty sure the meaning behind that dream was just about exactly what was written on the cover.

Author's Note

I imagine boy Apple Bloom as sort of a mini-Braeburn.

What am I doing?

No, seriously.

Apple Bloom stared out her window at the sunny summer skies overhead. The showers planned for afternoon hadn’t even been set up, and the day looked bright and ripe for the taking. But not only was she grounded to her room, but they even cleared out the hay bales beneath her window. Apple Bloom was well and truly stuck, and she couldn’t even find out what was happening to her friends, or get word out to them.

She wasn’t unfamiliar with trouble. The smart little filly had got herself in a lot of scrapes in the past, some of which made her family so mad. It never brought up such conflicting feelings in her before though. As much as she loved and respected her family, just the thought of getting in a vagina made her want to disobey them. Sweetie and Scootaloo had made a sandwich with their pussies. That was‒ it was hotter than Apple Bloom could have ever dreamed! Mac must have a good reason for keeping her in, and Granny for going along with it, and AJ avoiding Apple Bloom like she had the pony pox. It would have been fine if Apple Bloom wanted to disobey, just because they wouldn’t tell her the reason. What scared Apple Bloom is, she wasn’t sure she even cared what the reason is. She’d want to disobey no matter what the reason is!

“Why can’t I do what the grownups say?” Apple Bloom sighed, leaning on the windowsill. “I’m in more trouble than I ever been before. My family loves me, keeps me safe! Don’t I care about that anymore?”

“What am I doing?” she asked the shining green leaves glowing in the sun. “What am I feeling?” she asked as they ruffled gently in the breeze. “I want it so bad it’s got me reeling,” she sighed down to the sussurating fields of grass. “Wondering how to get more, wanting to be free, how much of this is for what they need... and how much of it’s for me?”

Nothing outside had any answer for her. Plants and earth made lovely companions, but bad advisors. Her siblings were off doing double duty, because of the days Applejack had missed, and Granny had to do all of Apple Bloom’s chores since she was grounded. She felt worse about that than just being grounded. Apple Bloom turned from the window and walked inside, kicking a ball out of the way and sitting on the floor looking down at it. She just didn’t understand why she was in trouble. The only pony that objected to anything Apple Bloom done did, was an evil little filly with a crown on her head.

Apple Bloom started thinking fondly about what she did, looking up as the scenes played back in her head, like a parade of fillies one after the other. “Scoots was dripping on my dick,” she gushed, “Sweetie was so soft and slick, Archer didn’t know the trick, and Aura, burnin to the very core!”

“Liza wanted me so bad,” Bloom sang fondly, remembering how the unicorn was so intent on it that she practically dragged Apple Bloom off to a hidden location to do it. Funny that she’d be weirded out by doing it in public, but when Apple Bloom thought on it the other fillies had only ever been private about it, so maybe that was natural.

“Dinky was just so scared and sad,” she laughed, remembering how Dinky’s fear and tension had all melted away with that miraculous boy stuff, how Apple Bloom had helped her so much without even needing to say a single word. It was so easy, felt so good, and seemed to do everyone right. It didn’t last forever, but it swept away estrus better than any tea could.

“And Scoots and Sweetie, they wanted more!” she declared, happily. Thinking about it that way, it didn’t seem so bad that estrus would come back. That meant you could put boy stuff in lots more, which made you feel so good together, and it was kind of thrilling being on the edge of such powerful physiological experiences. That was really the problem though, at least that was the reason Apple Bloom was in so much trouble, and about ready to tear down the house, to just get inside a filly once more.

“But every time I put it in,” she said with a confused frown, “I felt like I never felt before.
Wanted just as much as they, to fill them up just more and more.”

The bow hanging on a hook on the wall seemed to glower down at her, as Apple Bloom sang, “I’m disobeyin’ all my kin, I’m worrying Miss Cheerilee, but I just can’t care what they say. I want this more than they can see.”

“What am I doing, and just what am I feeling?” she repeated, “Don’t know why I want it, but it’s so appealin’!” She stood up, her hips quivering at the thought of just how appealing it was. “Leaves me wondering how to get more,” she said hungrily, “How to get out, to be free. I care about what fillies need, but also what it does to me!”

“I love being with my friends,” she purred, the carpet soft beneath her unshod hooves, “Dick or not, their company is good. But now I want their vaginas too, and I just don’t know if I should.” Scootaloo sinking on her shaft was filling her head, Sweetie orgasming and begging Apple Bloom to do it, but even if she hadn’t asked, wouldn’t Apple Bloom have done it anyway? Felt like it didn’t even matter that it helped fillies, long as Apple Bloom got to pump it into them.

“Friendship’s so much stronger, when you know what’s inside their hips,” she admitted, “But is that being friends with them? Or friends with just their vulval lips? Using them to get what I want, and I admit they’re using me. But why do we all need this so bad?!”

She kicked at her bedpost, snorting, and deflating a bit, singing in a softer voice, “That who we are is low priority? What am I doing? What am I feeling...”

“Apple Bloom!” came Sweetie Belle’s bright peal. Apple Bloom rushed to her window where, incredibly, Sweetie Belle was right there looking at her nose to nose. A second glance revealed a struggling grey pegasus filly with a purple streaked mane holding Sweetie up in the air.

“Sweet‒” Apple Bloom whispered harshly, “I mean, what are you two doing here?”

“We need your help!” Sweetie said.

“I can’t!” Apple Bloom said back, “I’m grounded!” She reached out and pulled Sweetie closer to her, supporting her delicate weight so Tornado didn’t look like she was going to bust a coronary trying to support two ponies on immature wings.

“The colts are scared they don’t believe me!” Sweetie sang unconcerned with what Apple Bloom was doing. “You need to show them how it’s done,” she insisted, “They say it’s just too many fillies.
We need you, not any other one!”

The grey filly cut in with a hearty confident sounding voice, though what she said was as alarmed as her panicked expression, “Featherwight made lots of stuff, but wasted it on Rumble’s mouth! Three fillies left and just two colts. Things are really going south!”

“O.K. O.K.” Apple Bloom said, “Just... put Sweetie down and give me a lift down will ya?”

The grey filly had a heady blush as she reached out her hooves to carry Apple Bloom, her sparkling green eyes filled with longing. “I-I’m Tornado Bolt,” she said almost as if in explanation, then gulped and just hauled Apple Bloom right out the window. “Tornado” soon found just how much more earth pony colts weighed than svelte little unicorn fillies, but thankfully their descent was mostly controlled. Apple Bloom started running after Sweetie soon as she touched ground, saying

“Come on, let’s go!”

“We don’t know what we’re doing,” they sang as they hurried to the clubhouse by hoof, wary of any other ponies in the orchard, “We don’t know that we’re feeling. Want so much it leaves us reeling.” The trees flashed by as the clubhouse came into view. Why they were hurrying didn’t even seem a question. Two colts, three fillies, it was a recipe for disaster. Then again one of the fillies in heat was running alongside Apple Bloom, smart choice for Sweetie to bring her along.

“You can show us so much more,” Tornado sang, “Out of heat, how to be free!”

“But how much of this is all for them,” Apple Bloom sang to herself morosely, “And how much of this is for me?”

Rumble braced against the door, the broomstick between the handles holding it closed. Muted thumps rocked him, Featherweight and Shady, and a number of bizarre odds and ends like a pony sized plush teddy bear, a stack of paint buckets, a rubber chicken, a three gallon sized bottle of mane dye, a bicycle, a box full of dresses, and stuff like that. It all shook along with them in muted thumps as something hit the door from outside the tiny closet in which they huddled together.

“This might for us just be the end,” Rumble claimed despondently.
“What fools we were to come this far,” Shady agreed, a sad look upon his soft blue face.
“I just want you to know you’re my friend,” Rumble sang, drawing Shady into a hug.
“And you I always did admire,” sang Shady, patting him warmly on the back.
“At least we won’t be facing this alone,” Rumble sang in relief.
Sandwiched between them, Featherweight just managed to say, “I’m surrounded by drama queens,” with a grimace of disgust on his face.

Tornado burst in first, mostly because she could immediately fly up to the clubhouse. “What are you doing girls?!” she said alarmedly. The blue gold Archer, and a magenta and pink unicorn Apple Bloom knew as Berry Pinch were in there, hurling themselves against a closet in the side of the clubhouse, while Scootaloo tried futilely to drag them away from it, getting thrown around for her effort. The boys were nowhere to be seen.

“They won’t come out!” the two of them exclaimed, “The closet’s stuck!”

“They’re crazy with the need to buck!” added Scootaloo in aghast terror if that was a possible emotion to have.

“You were supposed to wait!” shouted Tornado.

“I can’t stand straight!” Archer moaned.

“My groin’s so hot!” Berry cried.

“They smell so good...” Archer huffed.

Both of them leaned forward into Tornado’s face at once, saying, “We simply could not wait!”

“Well settle down, you two,” sang Sweetie standing in the door heroically like the sun’s radiance was shining around her, “‘cause you’re in luck!”

That’s when they saw Apple Bloom peek around behind Sweetie, creeping nervously into the clubhouse.

“What are we doing?” Berry sang, looking at the unreleting closet achingly.
“What is this feeling?” Archer said, holding a hoof against her chest.
“We can’t we stand still,” the two of them sang to Apple Bloom, “Our heads are reeling,”

They approached her as one, and Tornado didn’t seem far behind, the three of them clustering around her just like the fillies at the playground.

“Oh please say how we can have more,” Archer begged, her tail whipping agitatedly.
“Make the empty feeling stop!” Berry demanded, her horn looking dangerous, and not just for the irregular magic sparks shooting off it.
“We know you colts don’t need it but...” Tornado sang, addressing Apple Bloom, technically correctly. And all of them finished at once, saying,

“We need you to help us clop!”

Apple Bloom shoved Archer and Tornado away, sideswiping Berry with her hips to get some distance. “I know you girls need help, but look!” she sang in a desperate intensity, “They can’t help if you scare them too!” She pointed a hoof to Archer who was... presenting for her, but it made a good example. “You’re the ones who got a nook,” Apple Bloom explained, “You gotta let them come to you.”

She looked at the closet, singing honestly, “I promise they won’t leave you out. Let me talk to the boys, and show them what it’s all about.”

“But I want‒” Tornado protested. Apple Bloom interrupted her saying,

“Ah know! Ah know!” She ran over to the closet, peering in the slats where you could just barely see a few shadowed bodies huddled within.

“Rumble, Shady, Featherweight!” she announced, beating on the door with a hoof. “I ain’t gonna lie to you, these fillies in a fiery state, but I promise at the end it cools.”

“It’s what they need,” she urged, “It’s what you need! So come on out and don’t be fools.”

“We don’t know what to do,” came their muffled voices from inside the closet. “About this scary feeling. Why do they want it? Our senses are reeling!”

“Once inside them, you will want more,” Apple Bloom declared, half for her own confidence as much as theirs. “It’s lots of fun for them and you,” she sang, “They’re not just using you for greed, because what you do will help you too!”

But for her efforts, all she got were some frightened warbling. She facehooved, ugh, boys are just impossible. She looked at the three fillies in heat, who were trying to reach her now, around Sweetie and Scootaloo who had placed themselves in the way to hold them off. Thank Celestia Apple Bloom had orgasmed in her friends yesterday, or they’d be holding themselves back too!

But O.K. Alright. Apple Bloom could deal with this. “Thanks you two,” she whispered, before charging around all five of them to the opposite end of the clubhouse. Tornado, Archer and Berry turned around together just as Apple Bloom flopped on her back, leaning against the wall with a beanbag underneath her.

“Well fine, stay in there if you’re chicken,” she sang mockingly at the closet, ignoring that look the fillies gave as they walked towards her as if in a trance. “I’ll distract ‘em all myself today,” she bargained desperately, looking the girls in the eye and spreading her legs challengingly.

“Come on all three of you get lickin’” she sang, and amazingly the thought of that made two of them hesitate, so she added “When you get a whiff you’ll wanna stay. The boys can watch until they thicken.”

Apple Bloom was quickly surrounded by the three fillies. Scoots and Sweetie, not knowing what Apple Bloom was trying to do, were just hovering worriedly. With her gentle guidance, Apple Bloom managed to get Archer to give her balls an experimental lick, and then a confident lick, and that pretty much opened the floodgates, because Tornado and Archer were pushing against themselves fighting to slobber their tongues all over Apple Bloom’s sack, and Apple Bloom had to bite back a moan as Berry went right for the gold tonguing the entrance to Apple Bloom’s sheath, her lips pressing hotly against her. Apple Bloom’s penis slid out almost immediately, drawing the attention of those three like a siren call.

Archer lifted it from Apple Bloom’s groin with a hoof where it dangled, growing fuller and stiffer with every beat of Apple Bloom’s heart. “It’s so awesome!” she declared. Berry was nuzzling it and just started deliriously rubbing her face all over it. “It’s amazing!” she declared. Tornado just looked with huge eyes at what the two of them were doing, her breath hot on Apple Bloom’s dick and her tongue teasing towards it needily as she swallowed, “Never have I wanted more.”

“I want it in me,” Archer declared, backing her head off as the other two engaged their tongues on every inch of Apple Bloom. “When does the heat end?” begged Berry needily, hugging against Apple Bloom and rubbing a hoof between her legs frantically.

“Please,” Tornado sang, her attention captured totally by what had extended from Apple Bloom’s groin, “Tell us what’s in store!”

It was around that time Archer came back into the fray, hind-end first. Her buttcheeks smooshed softly against Apple Bloom’s turgid flesh, as Berry’s tongue came to contest with the slick hotness of Archer’s vulva, eagerly seeking the tip of Apple Bloom’s penis to plunge her inside. If Berry gave any indication she cared, it was lost on the aroused Apple Bloom. It was a monumental effort on Apple Bloom’s part, not to just let Archer get what she wanted, and mess everything up for the rest of them.

“I just gotta hold out till they come,” Apple Bloom sang to herself, biting her lip and straining not to explode from the feelings just from this. She wanted to orgasm‒ she wanted to orgasm outside and see her own penis making the stuff. That would be so bucking hot, but she couldn’t waste it, not with all three of those fillies mind blowingly horny. She spared a glance at the closet, singing, “Surely they can’t ignore this smell. My penis is so hard it hurts. I hope that theirs is hard as well.”

The fillies distracted, the closet door had been just barely cracked open.

“What are they doing?” asked Rumble, his head peeking around the door staring open mouthed at what those fillies were doing to Apple Bloom.

“They’re licking him,” answered Shady, as if he didn’t comprehend what he was seeing either, his head coming out underneath Rumble’s. “Just like Rumble and Featherweight!” he added as Featherweight’s head came around above both of them.

“More than one pony looks great!” Featherweight said enthusiastically.

“It looks amazing,” Rumble said with a bit of drool on his lips.

“Quit kicking me,” Shady cautioned, then added in shock, “The blue one’s using her butt!”

“I don’t think that was Rumble’s hoof,” Featherweight said cryptically, looking away from the girls to between the three of them.

Shady immediately understood what Featherweight meant, as his own penis was ready and twitching. He slid a hoof between his legs to cradle it, suggesting, “Mine is going to hit the roof!”

“Okay boys, I’ll tell you what!” came Apple Bloom’s strangled voice, the beset colt fighting not to buck against the fillies pinning him to the ground. “You’ll just love what I am feeling,” he sang, “See you want it so bad, It’ll leave you totally reeling.”

His eyes were desperate when he sang, “Please, your help, you need to bring. I don’t know how much I can take! I need you to use those dicks!” he shot a hoof at the groin of one of three of them. “These fillies’ appetites, to slake,” he said his hoof trembling and cradling around Tornado’s head while the other hoof braced against Archer’s rear end, shoving her away.

Tornado couldn’t even hold back a little as the colt’s scent invaded her senses, the overpowering smell strongest near his groin just driving her to to do something with that dick, but what little thought she had was concerned. “How much of this is what he needs?” she thought.

And even Archer, timid Archer moaning and insistently shoving her hips back to get her labia to contact that phallus, she was thinking, “How much of this is all for me?”

Despite her best efforts, Apple Bloom’s tip was caught in Archer’s entrance, and the pony tried to push her all the way inside, but with another desperate shove Apple Bloom was free again, shouting, “Alright girls, that’s enough!”

“Come on Archer, before I go inside,” she pleaded, hoping the front side of the pony bombarding her with heady musky cunt could still hear her.

“Back off,” she chided, pushing Berry’s face away from her balls, and shoving Tornado in the chest so forcefully it made the pony stumble back. “No licking!” Apple Bloom said. They looked ready to burst into tears in protest but she added, “Too bad! Tough!” Standing up and shielding her twitching cock underneath her body, Apple Bloom spun her hoof around, pointing behind the three of them, saying “Go lick those penises, behind.”

Featherweight actually stayed in the closet, which was probably a smart idea considering those three girls bowled over the other two colts before you could say gee whillickers, and to keep those two colts from trying once again to flee, Apple Bloom sang,

“They’re gonna come at you, boys. But just close your eyes and think of Prance. Those tongues hit home they’ll change your tune, and that’s when you can really dance.”

Archer oddly didn’t continue to try penetrating herself with them, and just buried her face in the nearest groin, namely Shady’s. Tornado and Berry both went straight for Rumble’s stiffly erect cock, Berry enthusiastically tonguing it as well, and Tornado hesitating before joining in too.

Sweetie Belle started pulling out her sister’s fabric that she so handily pilfered, though it was more like some sort of resin sheeting, with bumps on the bottom that could grip nicely to the wood. Not that it was going to do much good if the boys went and orgasmed now. Apple Bloom still hadn’t confirmed if that would make boy stuff if it was outside of a filly. Nor was she going to, because these three needed it bad, even Archer who’d already had boy stuff was quivering from her belly down, long past time for her to get a refill.

It almost looked painful from here, the expressions those boys were making. But Apple Bloom knew how it felt, and she knew why you’d make that expression without being in pain. It was kinda weird looking though, when you weren’t the one doing it. She looked for an opening in which she could get a word in to get them back on track. All five of them were all in the middle of moaning and panting, and then they all scrambled back in shock as Berry managed to orgasm, shouting out loudly and collapsing against Rumble’s groin, her body jerking there senselessly.

Yeah that was probably the last chance Apple Bloom was going to get to interject. They had to do this right.

“It’s time to stop with all the teasing,” she sang, strutting around them in a critical poise, “Get that estrus good and stilled. These colts have dicks you will be seizing, these hot filly holes to be filled.” There was the sound of a camera. Oh, right. Looks like he brought it with him after all. She had their attention though, so she continued to sing earnestly.

“Estrus is what you’re doing,” she sang, “Heat is what you’re feeling. You want what feels good! You want what leaves you reeling.” Tornado and Archer seemed confused which direction to pounce when Apple Bloom laid hooves on their shoulders. “If you colts and fillies want to be free,” she concluded, “Think of what you both need, and back it up, listen to me.”

Somehow, despite their needs, and their flushed, hot panting faces, Apple Bloom managed to get all the fillies lined up on the wall. Berry was having the hardest time of it, practically shaking from horniness, as she’d gone and orgasmed. So Apple Bloom made her instructions as curt as possible. Pacing in front of them, she felt like some kind of drill instructor, if you could imagine a drill instructor who wasn’t a mare.

“Alright, you got a taste, but here’s the trick. I need each filly to pair off with one colt. It’ll be more than enough to end your heat, I promise. Now Featherweight is uh...” she looked at the closet, where he’d exited. He was still quite flacid though. Seemed more interested in photo opportunities than boy stuff, “...tapped out, so one of you is gonna get saddled with me.”

Three hooves shot up eagerly.

Apple Bloom shook her head, saying “Keep in mind whoever gets me is gonna have to wait, while I make sure the colts‒ the other colts have got the hang of it.”

Two hooves hesitantly lowered.

“Well that adds up right nice,” Apple Bloom said but added in a surprised tone, “You really want me in particular, Archer? Sure you don’t want to try out another colt see how that feels?”

Archer lowered her hoof but said in a husky tone, “I... really want to have you in me. You... you feel special to me...”

“What does she mean ‘In me’?” Berry asked testily. “I don’t want them in my mouth I want to... between my legs is the heat!”

“That’s a great place to start,” Apple Bloom said brightly, “Alright, Archer you sit uh... tight and don’t jump me just yet; I gotta concentrate. Berry and Tornado, first you stand on those mats over there. This is gonna get messy. You point your heat right at those boys, that is to say your butts, and just stand still and hold on. Rumble and Shady, you take a look down there, try to get an idea just what’s going on with those fillies. Licking them feels as good as them licking you, I might add.”

“If you’re not afraid of gettin’ a cunt,” she added jokingly, “You should be able to see how fillies can go into heat down there, in ways a colt will never have to worry about, himself.”

Rumble just squared his jaw and Shady said, “I’m not afraid!”

“I’m not afraid either!” said Featherweight from across the room, in a less convincing manner. But he already orgasmed, so he probably just wasn’t feeling it. Fighting off horny fillies is a lot easier, when you aren’t fighting the urge in yourself to just give into them.

So Berry and Tornado presented their rears, and Rumble and Shady hesitantly, but fascinatedly approached them down there. “Lift your tail Tornado,” Apple Bloom said, “You gotta show off everything you got!” Tornado just bit her lip and hiked her tail up, and Apple Bloom’s heart skipped when that action alone was enough to make Tornado’s vulva pulse in and out the way Sweetie Belle and Aura had done when they were really horny.

“You can touch them anywhere,” instructed Apple Bloom. Archer nestled up right close to Apple Bloom’s side but seemed content to wait for the main course, or at least willing to put up with it until then. She was watching the colts and fillies with an eager fascination. “Especially their teats and labia.” She winked at the girls saying, “And you just get ready to be touched there.”

“Labia?” Shady said dazedly, “That’s the...?”

“The sort of flowery thing there below the tail hole,” Scootaloo clarified, “Like the one where Berry is sort of um... winking in and out, her clitoris and stuff.”

“That’s what I’m doing?” Berry asked surprisedly. Guess it wasn’t obvious to a filly, who couldn’t see her own nethers? Apple Bloom wished she’d paid more attention to hers before, so she’d know what doing that felt like, precisely. Tornado got herself a look of concentration, and also managed to get hers to do it again.

“Yeah, like that Tornady!” Apple Bloom encouraged. Tornado just moaned in response. Mostly because Rumble had laid a soft hoof right on her labia and was massaging it around. It had an immediate effect on the pegasus, making her hips rock back and removing any possibility of her tail lowering at all.

Berry had to bite her lip as Shady began hesitantly nuzzling at her groin. “It’s awfully slimy and wet,” he said hesitantly, “We’re supposed to lick this?”

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes, saying “Shady, your mouth is awfully slimy and wet, so it ain’t a big deal.”

“No, Rumble, first try putting your hoof down here,” Sweetie Belle instructed meanwhile, directing him to Tornado’s underside where her soft small pillowy mammaries nestled. As he felt down there Tornado sank against his hooves, sighing happily as her body rewarded her for being touched down there.

“So soft...” was his answer.

“So mrgbl,” Tornado mumbled happily into the floor.

Shady paused to consider Apple Bloom’s words, and then with a hungry look in his eyes laid his tongue squarely on Berry’s hot dripping petals. He seemed to like that just fine, and Berry? She yelled out again, a wordless cry once he’d touched down, stretching a front hoof forward in shock.

“I’m sorry!” Shady said pulling back and shooting Apple Bloom an outraged glare, “You didn’t said it would hurt the filmmph” He didn’t get any further than that, because Berry had just smashed her hindquarters into his face, moaning hotly.

Rumble caught on quickly, possibly by watching Shady’s example, and didn’t make the mistake of thinking that (of all things) a wet tongue on engorged vulva could ever hurt at all. His tongue flicked, then licked more strongly, and soon he was just about cleaning Tornado like she was a foal, lapping up everything she could produce. And his attempts to stimulate her teats allowed him to support her under his broad arms, holding her up so he could pull her crotch more firmly against his licking.

Berry orgasmed first, with that familiar shaking moan. Her horn actually gave little pulses of light along with the contractions of her vagina. “What’s she doing?” Shady asked alarmedly not sure what the buck he was looking at.

“What, ain’t you ever orgasmed?” Apple Bloom asked bemusedly. Realization dawned, and she said, “Oh, yeah, that’s how fillies orgasm. Just give her a minute and she’ll be able to talk again.” Shady nodded dazedly, his prodding hoof being clutched around by the entrance to Berry’s hungry contractions.

A whimper from Archer revealed that she hadn’t managed to hold out after all. Apple Bloom hadn’t even noticed when she left her side, but Archer was laid out on her back, rubbing her labia like she couldn’t even imagine not doing that. Apple Bloom sighed, just hating to cut Archer off like that, and not just because it made her look gorgeous, but the filly just had to hold out a bit longer. “Hang on Archer,” she said reaching for the pony, “Stop twiddlin your... hey stop using my hoof! Leggo!”

“How do I‒” Tornado gasped needily to any who would listen, caught in Rumble’s firm embrace, “I never orgasmed how‒”

“Hold on,” Scootaloo said, zipping over to Tornado, while Apple Bloom attended to Archer. Giving Rumble’s technique a critical look she said, “You gotta lick her clitoris, Rumble.”

“Her what?” Rumble said as an entire nearby parallel universe of distraught women gave an exasperated scream at men.

“It’s a thing at the bottom of her labia it‒ O.K. move over,” Scootaloo said, shoving Rumble in the shoulder to get at Tornado’s presented ass.

Berry’s contractions stilled in the meantime and her breaths came out more evenly and she opened her eyes. Apple Bloom had finally gotten Archer standing beside her reservedly again. Apple Bloom was about to tell Shady to mount up because she could see Berry’s breaths begin to get heavier as the unicorn realized her arousal just would not calm down, when Shady went in with his tongue again. That made Berry’s eyes roll back in her head as she jerked back against his face slurring out, “So goooood...”

And Apple Bloom was honestly at a loss for words, because she hadn’t considered that if a filly is still aroused as buck after an orgasm, then why not just keep on licking her? Being aroused is great if you have somepony to stimulate you, so maybe Apple Bloom’s determination to get rid of it ASAP wasn’t the best idea after all? She fuddled over whether Berry was in pain or enjoying herself, leaning towards the enjoying part, but it’d be impossible to tell without asking her, and Berry wasn’t exactly capable of saying words now.

Tornado meanwhile was battered with emotions and sensations, when Scootaloo did the most gross, unmarely, exposed, vulnerable thing she could imagine. The orange pegasus placed both hooves on either side of her vulva, and pressing firmly spreading them apart. It was a shock to Tornado to feel the open air on her writhing insides. And Rumble could see everything! The hottest colt ever could see every inch of that gross pink slimy fleshy indentation in between her legs.

“See at the top of the opening here?” Scootaloo demonstrated. “It looks sort of round? Watch this,” and she went in with her nose and booped it lightly right on‒ Tornado yelped loudly, her exposed entrace pulsing as the electric pleasure blasted through her body. She was still quivering when Scootaloo released her, letting Rumble have her again. Not that he’d ever touch her after seeing that. She’d looked at herself in a mirror once and it was so gross! Like she had a weird alien embedded in there. Her crazy imagination would sometimes even sort of see a face in it.

“Lick it,” Scootaloo demanded.

And then Rumble was there and he just grabbed hold and dove in and stuck his face into her gooey center and he found it and he licked it he stuck out his‒ his tongue he‒ he licked‒!

...

Tornado gave a choked gasp as pleasure crested over her, feeling as though every inch of her fur was on edge. And then it came again and again. Each time she had to cry out higher in pitch, and with more urgency. Every touch of his tongue drove her deeper into her need, making her want to feel the next lick so badly, each lick into her consuming her more and more until–

The wave of pleasure inside Tornado finally crested once more, and this time it didn't recede. Her eyes snapped open as a surprised shriek escaped her mouth, her vagina starting to rhythmically contract on itself. Her legs were jerking, and her entire body was pumping with blood. She couldn’t believe what was happening inside her. She couldn’t believe this was... this constant overpowering pleasure was... she was...!

Instead of drifting out of herself, Tornado remained chained to awareness. Every fiber in her body was singing like a harpstring. She heaved forward, her movements uncoordinated and disoriented, barely coherent but somehow amazingly terribly aware. She hunched down like a cornered wolf, looking at‒ at— Rumble and Scootaloo were both staring at her. She couldn’t stop it! It wasn’t stopping! Her pelvis just kept... it wouldn’t stop, she couldn’t‒

Tornado took in more ragged gulps of air, trying to find some anchor in this storm. She called out to someone, Celestia, her mom, she didn’t even know. It wasn’t even words. What was happening to her? How could she ever talk again, feeling like this? Her vagina stopped its uncontrollable contractions then, and... her terror broke, as she realized it wasn’t lasting forever, and was starting, ever so slowly, to fade.

Everypony was staring at Tornado like she was a monster. What did she do? Why couldn’t she control herself? What was that? Did they think she was a freak? Some kind of crazy pony? Did she make them think she was ugly?

“That was so bucking hot,” cut Scootaloo through the silence.

“...what?!” Tornado exclaimed. She lifted a hoof and... and now she could control her voice again? What was that? Celestia her nethers were on fire. She needed more licking. She needed Rumble. She needed the swinging phallus between his legs that caught her attention like a bear to honey.

“Did you mean to do that?” Apple Bloom asked. Tornado squirmed her hips and tore her gaze away from that cock looking at Apple Bloom pleadingly who ohhhh fudge he had a cock too.

“I... I was...” Tornado stomped, “No!” she said. “I didn’t mean to I was just, the tingling got so... big and when everything started squeezing back there, it wouldn’t go away. I’m sorry I just‒ I didn’t mean to ruin...”

“Pretty sure that was an orgasm,” Scootaloo said hesitantly.

“You didn’t enjoy an orgasm?!” Sweetie Belle squeaked immediately.

“What?” Tornado repeated uncomprehendingly.

“You... didn’t enjoy that?” Sweetie Belle repeated in a more level tone of voice.

“What?” Tornado repeated again, “No! That was the best thing I’ve ever felt before! I‒ I just must have looked so stupid I couldn’t even move right and‒”

“You looked,” Rumble interrupted with a distant look in his eyes, “Incredible...”

“Your hips were going crazy!” Scootaloo said brightly, “And you just spun around like a ninja! Or a‒ a wildcat!”

“I can’t even move when I orgasm,” Berry piped up enviously.

“Me neither,” said Sweetie Belle.

“Me neither,” said Scootaloo.

“Me neither,” said Apple Bloom, “Uh, I mean, when I’m a filly that is.”

“Or a tornado!” Scootaloo crowed triumphantly like she solved some mystery. Tornado wondered what‒ oh.

“I guess it’s sort of like taking down tornados,” Tornado said speculatively. More like standing inside a lightning storm.

“You take down tornados?” Rumble said astonishedly. Tornado blushed at that, turning sideways to them and saying,

“Well, once yes and... and maybe twice.” She indicated her cutie mark. “I want to be a hazardous weather specialist!”

“Can we get back on topic please?” Berry cut in. Tornado blinked, and then remembered, giving a groan as her nethers throbbed.

“Did you have to remind me...” she grumbled.

“Berry’s right though,” Apple Bloom said, “You can be reminded all you like after your estrus is gone. You both orgasmed so, I think you’re ready as you’ll ever be. And Sweetie and Scoots here will make sure the boys are ready, right you two?”

“Just like we discussed yesterday?” Scootaloo asked.

“Yeah, but,” Apple Bloom said waving her hoof dismissively, “Maybe without the accompanying soundtrack, and no actual pillows this time.”

Scootaloo saluted. “Roger!” Sweetie said chipperly, whoever Roger was.

“Alright fillies,” Apple Bloom said to Tornado and Berry, “Get your butts showing again. Last time I promise.”

She turned to Archer and said more quietly, “Just hold on a little bit more, okay?”

Archer gulped and nodded, continuing to press against Apple Bloom’s side needily.

Tornado and Berry complied, wincing when they assumed the position, as their nethers throbbed at them urgently.

“And boys, no licking,” Apple Bloom instructed, “Y’all gotta be payin’ close attention, so just stand behind them until Scoots and Sweetie give the go.”

Shady and Rumble did so, and were surprised to see the other two CMC members lay on their backs, on either side of the boys, then duck underneath them. The reason soon became evident when Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo laid their hooves respectively on Shady Daze and Rumble’s penises.

“Fluff ‘em up good!” Apple Bloom said, leading Tornado and Berry looking behind them curiously. Shady’s eyes bugged out and Rumble just lifted his rear leg and groaned needily.

“What are they...?” Berry said, not seeing underneath the colt behind her.

“Just a bit more,” Apple Bloom said cautiously.

“I can’t believe that was an orgasm,” Tornado whispered eagerly to Berry. The little unicorn filly just whimpered in reply, and raised her ass higher into the air. Tornado tried to emulate, and not just for Berry’s sake, but because her body ached to do that, too.

“Holy‒” Rumble’s voice cut off, as he learned the effect a filly’s tongue can have on your dick. Scootaloo was only too happy to demonstrate. It was hard for her to believe she’d gotten this far. Burying her face in Rumble’s crotch, stiffening him up good with long drags of her smooth tongue, it was like a dream come true. Ever since she had the courage to do it with Apple Bloom, Scootaloo felt like she could take on the world.

Sweetie Belle herself, was beside herself with glee, free from all inhibitions thanks to her friends, and now able, and willing, to do everything she ever wanted to do with a boy’s stuff. And Shady certainly wasn’t complaining that Sweetie was licking the underside of his dick, while wearing his balls like a hat. (Sweetie Belle was very careful about her horn.)

“Ready!” shouted Scootaloo, sliding out from under Rumble, making him wince as his dick bounced unsettlingly in the air. Rumble wondered if he and Shady were supposed to jack off now, or something...?

“Mmm, ready,” Sweetie said evenly, crawling out from underneath Shady, and leaving him too dangling proudly before the fillies who... could not see. Their rears were piked high with the unconscious need to be filled, but as amazing as their quivering vulva made him feel, Shady didn’t know why they had that end pointed at him. His stiff, twitching shaft made him feel like showing it to them proudly, yet they couldn’t even see it?

Tapping the top of the butt on each filly, Apple Bloom said, “I want you two colts to rear up and scoot forward, so you rest your chest on top of her hindquarters.”

“Don’t worry,” Sweetie reassured the suddenly nervous Tornado and Berry, “It feels really good when they do that.”

And so, Rumble mounted atop Tornado Bolt, and Shady Daze mounted atop Berry. Apple Bloom backed up so she could see all four of them, the two colts hunched eagerly if awkwardly over the two fillies, who murmured in surprise at the intimacy of being mounted from behind. It was the perfect setup. They were gonna be so surprised.

“An’ now,” Apple Bloom said giddily, “I want y’all to touch your dicks and labia to each other.” That got a gasp from all four of the participants in this exercise. “Not the side of the dick,” Apple Bloom cautioned, “Just the tip. Put ‘em together, and let’s see how you do.”

Shady was the first to touch down, his eyes softening and his hooves clenching tighter around Berry’s bright pink barrel as he felt her soft burning folds slide along his shaft. Berry just closed her eyes, the very thought that a boy’s hot musky thick dick was touching her making the innocent-feeling touches, instead become amazing-feeling touches.

“She’s so soft..” Shady said mimicking Rumble’s comment, though it sure wasn’t about breasts, “And wet!”

Apple Bloom leaned down to the fillies, whispering to them in explanation, “Dicks just love gettin’ wet.” She saw Rumble find his mark, when Tornado’s eyes widened and her hooves stiffened. He wasn’t exactly just rubbing his dick on her now. He was about to find his way up in there. Wouldn’t be long now...

“So... so we lick them with our... labia?” Berry asked, confusedly. She was absolutely in love with the way this colt was pinning her down and the delicious prodding in her nether regions, but she sure didn’t have a tongue down there. Or even lips really. Not lips you could lip with, at any rate.

“I’ll tell you what to do, if you have a problem,” Apple Bloom conceded, “But I think you’re gonna do just fine on your own at this point, so go ahead and do whatever feels right.” Apple Bloom smiled. The non-participants in this were all right in a good position now, to see the looks on their faces. Oh for that matter, “Featherweight!” she shouted out.

That bucking ninja colt was already by Apple Bloom’s side, snapping pictures irregularly. “Take a‒ oh you already are.” Apple Bloom tapped him with a hoof saying, “Hold on Featherweight, and pay attention. This gon’ be good.”

“So we just...?” Shady asked not sure of even what “they just” at this point. Just that he really needed to touch her just like Apple Bloom said, her labia with his dick. He pushed harder against her because he had to.

“Just go on, feel around down there, explore every inch of those fillies’ labia with your dick.” Apple Bloom said happily.

There was a pregnant pause while Rumble wondered how this was going to do anything about estrus. Yet also he found himself wondering just how much “labia” this pony underneath him had. It was so delicious the way it was wrapping around his dick, but the bottom of it didn’t seem to be...

Meanwhile Shady was feeling apprehensive about just what his dick was doing. The pudgy pink unicorn he was sitting on was just cooing pleasantly at his motions. He didn’t want to slip out from her slimy embrace. It felt very important to keep his dick in solid contact with those soft wet lips. His tip found a deep fold and he pushed it aside, or wait was it...

“Now, now Featherweight!”

Of all the damning evidence collected during this ill fated tale, the one Apple Bloom would remember most fondly is a pair of colts mounted on a pair of fillies: a pair of very surprised fillies who had just discovered that their vagina went in a lot farther than it seemed, while the colts on top of them had just discovered that their vagina went in a lot farther than it seemed. Their collective expression of bug-eyed surprise were expertly captured in crystal clarity for future generations to look at and feel less awkward about their budding sexuality.

“H-h-ow deep do you‒” Rumble stammered disbelievingly.

“I-I don’t know!” Tornado said equally flabbergasted.

“You’re... you’re inside me!” Berry moaned, her astonishment fading to lust as she really thought about what that meant to her.

“Are... i-is this sup-posed to happen?” Shady asked distantly. He was finding it hard to form coherent thoughts with, the way his embedded phallus was squishily squeezed on all sides, the further he pushed it in, but he got his answer. He got it in the shit-eating grins that Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Archer had on their faces, Sweetie’s just bore a serene smile. Featherweight just looking as confused as the other boys, but those four? They knew he was doing the right thing. It felt so good, to do the... the thing he was supposed to do, deeper and deeper!

“Archer, you ready?” Apple Bloom said enigmatically in the meantime.

Archer seemed to realize what that meant and said “Oh‒ oh yes!”

Apple Bloom butt-butted Archer over in front of the two pairs of ponies in their first coitus, saying, “Stand over here Archer, and let’s show ‘em how it’s done.” Sweetie Belle once again graciously proferred a mat to catch their drips, laying it right where Apple Bloom pointed

Archer was only too willing to comply, but hestitated uncertainly as she centered her groin over the mat, saying, “Should I‒ I mean, stand like them, or like we did before?”

“Like them, of course!” Apple Bloom said, “We’re the instructors!”

“O-okay,” Archer said nervously, but excitedly, refraining from rolling onto her back and just turning herself to face away from Apple Bloom, tail rolling up and labia quivering between two blue toned ass cheeks. “You’re sure I can take your weight?”

Apple Bloom started to denounce the very idea of overpowering an earth pony’s carrying capacity as silly, but then it occurred to her that Archer was pretty little for her age. Bloom didn’t know how Archer got that way, but she wasn’t quite so sure of getting up on her, like she did with the others, such as the generously posteriored Sweetie Belle.

“Just let me know if it’s too much,” Apple Bloom said, and then as another thought occurred to her, “But you ain’t even had one orgasm yet, so lift your tail more and lemme get you really going.”

Author's Note

Tune is this-land-is-your-land-ish.

Lyrics:
(Apple Bloom)
Why can’t I do what the grownups say? I’m in more trouble than I ever been before.
My family loves me, keeps me safe! Don’t I care about that anymore?”
(chorus)
What am I doing?
What am I feeling?
I want it so bad it’s got me reeling
Wondering how to get more,
Wanting to be free,
How much of this is for what they need...
And how much of it’s for me?

Scoots was dripping on my dick
Sweetie was so soft and slick.
Archer didn’t know the trick.
Aura, burnin to the very core!
[modem sound]
Liza wanted me so bad.
Dinky just so scared and sad.
And Scoots and Sweetie, they wanted more!

But every time I put it in
I felt like I never felt before.
Wanted just as much as they,
to fill them up just more and more.
I’m disobeyin’ all my kin, I’m worrying Miss Cheerilee,
but I just can’t care what they say.
I want this more than they can see.”

(chorus)
What am I doing, and just
What am I feeling?
Don’t know why I want it, but it’s so appealin’!
Leaves me wondering how to get more
How to get out, to be free.
I care about what fillies need,
But also what it does to me!

I love being with my friends
Dick or not, their company is good.
But now I want their vaginas too,
And I just don’t know if I should.

Friendship’s so much stronger when
You know what’s inside their hips.
But is that being friends with them?
Or friends with just their vulval lips?
Using them to get what I want,
And I admit they’re using me.
But why do we all need this so bad?!
That who we are is low priority?

(chorus)
What am I doing?
What am I feeling...

(rhetoric)

(Sweetie Belle)
The colts are scared. They don’t believe me!
You need to show them how it’s done.
They say it’s just too many fillies.
We need you, not any other one!

(Tornado Bolt)
Featherwight made lots of stuff,
But wasted it on Rumble’s mouth!
Three fillies left and just two colts.
Things are really going south!

(rhetoric)

(Sweetie Belle)
Come on, let’s go!”

(Sweetie, Apple Bloom, Tornado)
(chorus)
We don’t know what we’re doing
We don’t know that we’re feeling.
Want so much it leaves us reeling.
(Tornado)
You can show us so much more.
Out of heat, how to be free!
(Apple Bloom, aside)
But how much of this is all for them,
And how much of this is for me?

(Rumble)
This might for us just be the end.
(Shady)
What fools we were to come this far.
(Rumble)
I just want you to know you’re my friend,
(Shady
And you I always did admire.
(Rumble)
At least we won’t face this alone.

(Featherweight rhetoric “Drama queens...”)

(Tornado, speaking)
What are you doing girls?!

(Archer, Pinchy)
They won’t come out! The closet’s stuck!
(Scootaloo)
They’re crazy with the need to buck!
(Tornado)
You were supposed to wait!
(Archer)
I can’t stand straight!
(Pinchy)
My groin’s so hot!
(Archer)
They smell so good...
(Archer, Pinchy)
We simply could not wait!

(Sweetie Belle)
Well settle down you two, ‘cause you’re in luck!

(chorus)
(Pinchy)
What are we doing?
(Archer)
What is this feeling?
(Archer, Pinchy)
We can’t we stand still.
Our heads are reeling!
(Archer)
Oh please say how we can have more!
(Pinchy)
Make the empty feeling stop!
(Tornado)
We know you colts don’t need it but...
(Archer, Pinchy, Tornado)
We need you to help us clop!

(Apple Bloom)
I know you girls need help, but look!
They can’t help if you scare them too!
You’re the ones who got a nook
You gotta let them come to you.

I promise they won’t leave you out.
Let me tell the boys what it’s all about.

(rhetoric)

(Apple Bloom)
Rumble, Shady, Featherweight!
I ain’t gonna lie to you,
These fillies in a fiery state,
But I promise at the end it cools.
It’s what they need.
It’s what you need!
So come on out and don’t be fools.

(chorus)
(Boys)
We don’t know what to do,
About this scary feeling.
Why do they want it?
Our senses are reeling!

(Apple Bloom)
Once you start, you will want more
It’s lots of fun for them and you.
They’re not just using you for greed,
Because what you do will help you too!

(whimpering)

(Apple Bloom)
Well fine, stay in there if you’re chicken.
I’ll distract ‘em all myself today.
Come on all three of you get lickin’!
When you get a whiff you’ll wanna stay.
The boys can watch until they thicken.”

(Archer)
It’s so awesome!
(Pinchy)
It’s amazing!
(Tornado)
Never have I wanted more.
(Archer)
I want it in me.
(Pinchy)
When does the heat end?
(Tornado)
Please, tell us what’s in store!

(Apple Bloom, aside)
I just gotta hold out till they come.
Surely boys can’t ignore that smell.
My penis is so hard it hurts.
I hope that theirs are hard as well.

(Rumble)
What are they doing?
(Shady)
They’re licking him.
Just like Rumble and Featherweight!
(Featherweight)
More than one pony looks great!
(Rumble)
Not just great. It looks amazing!

(Shady)
Quit kicking me. The blue one’s using her butt!
(Featherweight)
I don’t think that was Rumble’s hoof.
(Shady)
Mine is going to hit the roof!
(Apple Bloom)
Okay boys, I’ll tell you what!

(chorus)
(Apple Bloom)
Can you see what I am doing?
You’ll just love what I am feeling.
See you want it so bad,
It’ll leave you totally reeling.

Please, your help, you need to bring.
I don’t know how much I can take!
I need you to use your boy thing!
These fillies’ appetites, to slake.

(Tornado, aside)
How much of this is what he needs?
(Archer, aside, humping)
How much of this is all for me?

(Apple Bloom)
Alright girls, that’s enough!
Come on Archer, before I go inside,
Back off, No licking! Too bad! Tough!
Go lick those penises, behind.

(Apple Bloom)
They’re gonna come at you, boys.
But just close your eyes and think of Prance.
Those tongues hit home they’ll change your tune,
And that’s when you can really dance.

(musical interlude)

It’s time to stop with all the teasing,
Get that estrus good and stilled.
These colts have dicks you will be seizing,
These hot filly holes to be filled.

(chorus)
Estrus is what you’re doing.
Heat is what you’re feeling.
You want what feels good!
You want what leaves you reeling.
If you colts and fillies want to be free,
Think of what you both need,
Then back it up, listen to me.

I wish you could add a click to expand element to fimfiction.

Game Over

Big Macintosh crept up slowly to the sounds of wet moans and lewd noises coming right through the thin walls of a certain little building he was quite familiar with. His teeth were wrapped around the handle of the frying pan, that old heavy one they didn’t cook in anymore. It wouldn’t hurt if it got dented. Nopony was gonna get hurt, oh no, this was just for getting the point home.

He knew fillies don’t have any restraint this time of year, but he still felt disappointed. Disappointed and angry that his little sister would fall to temptation so easily. It all started with that Discord curse. It changed everything. And now the consequences were right on the other side of the door he snuck up to. The sounds of grunts and ecstasy were coming right through it, plain as day. Mac had been a fool to think he could trust someone who couldn’t even control their vulgar urges. Well it was time to pay the piper and set things straight again.

He charged into the building and threw the frying pan, slamming the frying pan on the wall hard enough to knock everything off their hooks. “What’s goin on in here?!” he demanded, knowing full well what he was looking at.

“Big Macintosh?!” his sister gasped, currently—before his very eyes—being rutted like a whore, by that sweet talker Caramel, who was sitting on top of her like he owned the mare. Of course it was a stallion she knew. It always was. This was why Big Macintosh discouraged the practice of fillies and colts befriending one another. Some wily tempter sways his hips and all the mares want to be “friends” with him. Next thing you know they’ve gone and disappointed the princess again, and risked your life and your livelihood with unwanted children.

“Game’s over!” Big Macintosh said threateningly. “Break it up right now.”

“I-I can see stallions if I want!” Applejack yelled at him angrily from where she stood, as if she had any right to talk when she was right in the middle of burying Caramel in sin with her lustful hips. Caramel himself seemed quite paralyzed with fear and stood stock still, which didn’t solve the problem at hoof in the slightest.

“Nope,” said Big Macintosh, demonstrating the first part of his name by bodily lifting Caramel off the floor and swinging him around. Applejack’s hips actually followed Caramel’s at first until she fell off of him and collapsed to the floor in a sobbing heap. Caramel wasn’t the lightest stallion, but Mac managed to get a good 2 paces of air time while tossing him out the door, before Caramel hit the ground. “Get on!” he shouted at the cowering stallion, “And don’t you ever come back!”

That was too much for Caramel. Several tons too much. His eyes brimming with tears, he just bolted, running as fast as he could, not even slowing down until he was entirely out of that cursed acreage.

“It ain’t right!” Applejack yelled at Big Macintosh despite her tears, “It ain’t right,” she told herself. “It ain’t right...” she repeated over and over again, just sitting in a desperately horny, miserable, tear stricken heap on the floor. Big Mac sighed. With the crisis over, his temper cooled quickly. He walked over and sat down by her, giving her a gentle nuzzle. When she’d worn herself out and was just leaning against him for comfort, Big Macintosh spoke up, saying,

“I’m sorry sis, but it is right. You ain’t thinkin correctly. You gotta hold fast to your principles, and be the better mare. The princess gave you a task, to find a husband and be true to him. And that’s what you’re gonna do.”

She stroked his auburn side fondly with a forehoof, saying, “Maybe... maybe you could just–”

“Make you some tea,” Big Macintosh said standing up quickly, before she could get any ideas. When he turned back, Applejack was still lying there. Had a look on her face like he just went and killed Winona.

“Y-yeah, tea,” she agreed dully.

Meanwhile very far away from there, Archer quivered in excitement, her rump piked up in the air as Apple Bloom approached, one thought on her mind: penetration. Her hips ached for Apple Bloom’s penis, the memory of the last time clear as day in her imagination. Archer’s hooves confidently gripped the mat, which itself firmly gripped the floor. She was already starting to drip onto it, little beads of her girl stuff splattering on its surface.

When the colt’s hot tongue caressed her lips so confidently, Archer gave a grateful cry. At last the waiting was over! Her body did that winking thing Apple Bloom was talking about, and Apple Bloom’s gentle lips kissed against her clitoris with a slight sucking sensation. “Ahhh!” she cried out, again and again. Archer’s loins felt like they were an ocean of need and her vagina was the river that fed it. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to feel Apple Bloom’s plush nose smearing messily up against her clit, and then that tongue started to push deeper into her, past the point of just labia, and into the place where that penis was supposed to go.

With Archer’s juices drooling down her chin, and her heady scent flooding her senses, there was only about one thing in Equestria that could make Apple Bloom happier than she was right now. That would be getting her new penis snugly inside Archer good and tight. And as soon as she could make that filly explode into an orgasm, Apple Bloom was prepared to mount up on Archer and have it: Archer’s insides wrapped around her dick.

Apple Bloom did everything she could think of that would have made her go nuts as a filly, lipping that clitoris, tonguing under the ledge of her pelvis, tugging that vulvular mound up like a secret switch in an ancient castle. She realized she had no idea what Archer’s ‘pillows’ were like, only Sweetie’s, but a testing hoof found them plush and soft all the same.

So to find out more, Apple Bloom rolled onto her back, where she could pull Archer’s rump down on her face, and soon the blue earth pony was smashing those labia into her eager mouth. Being down there gave Apple Bloom plenty of space to adjust herself to lick a teat, or nuzzle into the softness there. It was actually taking Archer a while to orgasm, even with this, like she was holding herself back or something. It seemed like Archer had no limit to how long her lips could flutter against Apple Bloom’s tongue, or urgent her shrieks could get.

Half of the impromptu audience was hornier than they’d ever been in their life. Penetrating, or being penetrated, tended to have that effect on a colt or filly, respectively. To make matters hornier, somepony had forgotten to tell them what to do once they got their bodies together that way. Shady moaned and pawed at Berry as Berry Pinch’s insides milked him for all he’s worth. Rumble found himself balls deep in Tornado, her body taking his cock like a burning hot and slimy sheath. Both that, and the sight of that Apple Bloom colt in front of them, who was going all out to devour Archer’s pussy, it was all making Rumble crazy with lust! He didn’t know what to do!

Fortunately, instruction proved unnecessary to the four. Berry was the first to start thrusting, her inward squeezes translating naturally to a rocking motion. Like Scootaloo before her, Berry found by accident that it felt even better when she pulled off of Shady and shoved back onto him again. And pulling off of him made him shove forward, so, soon both of them were thrusting like mad. Neither of them knew why, and neither of them cared.

The catalyst that sparked Berry and Shady’s thrusting still took time before they reached the point of eager copulation, and during that time Rumble found he wanted to jack off so bad he just couldn’t keep it inside the filly. So of course when he pulled out to do it, that felt even more incredible. He couldn’t bring himself to pull out of Tornado entirely, and desperately shoved back deep into her, that delicious sliding motion stoking his senses fiercely. When Tornado cried out wetly at his action, Rumble asked,

“Are you alright?!”

Beside them Berry and Shady were rocking against each other, urgent unfs and grunts coming from them both, as they started to copulate.

“I loved that,” Tornado said in a barely coherent moan. She pushed her rump against him whickering lowly, trying to get him to do it more. “You moved in me– I love it! Do that!” She coughed wetly, pulling herself off his dick, and shoving back to jam him inside, making Rumble’s senses explode into slimy tingles. Her tears were hitting the floor as she whispered, “So... awesome...”

Tornado wasn’t just alright. She loved it. In his state of mind, the revelation that what Rumble was doing wasn’t just jacking off, but was making the filly he was penetrating weep with joy... well, let’s just say that although Berry figured out thrusting first, precisely which pair got to full speed, intense, mind blowing fucking the fastest, wasn’t clear. Rumble just did it again and again, and the faster he got the more Tornado squealed, as she realized this was just the beginning of the pleasure. None of the four knew what they were doing, but that didn’t stop the needy urgency at which they pistoned against each other.

As for Archer, Apple Bloom was having an issue. Even with Apple Bloom’s hoof buried deep in her labia and Apple Bloom tonguing the edge of it where she wrapped around, all Archer did was keep begging to feel ‘him’ inside her. Not a single orgasm! Apple Bloom wanted to make Archer orgasm first, but it was getting tricky, and Apple Bloom wanted to be inside her again, bad!

“You... you gotta... in me! I’m so... oh I need you please just...” Archer’s tense words slowed to rasping pants as Apple Bloom stopped stimulating her. Archer’s eyes were closed with the exertion that stimulation had evoked in her. Her hindquarters were hot, slimy and splotchy all the way from the one bright bow on her hip to the other.

“I will, Archer,” Apple Bloom promised, deciding enough was enough, “I will,” carefully heaving up onto Archer’s back. The filly’s skinny frame fit neatly underneath Apple Bloom like a glove. Archer was going to be a literal glove, if Apple Bloom had anything to do with it. She brought her penis to bear, shivering as she smeared it against Archer’s folds, seeking that hot entrance.

Archer herself couldn’t believe how Apple Bloom was making her feel. She was so sorely horny, that she didn’t know what she’d do if she didn’t feel that penis inside her soon; Archer felt like she was going to die without him! That feeling was rising in her again, and she fought it down as hard as she could, trying not to do that ...weird thing, which might make her collapse or fall over. That might mean he couldn’t put it in her! But it was so hard! She wanted to clench and scream and squeal and buck into the air and he just wouldn’t put it in!

When he finally wrapped his hooves around her barrel, Archer felt so protected and safe, if even more aroused somehow. Her legs were stiff and straight, pushing her ass up against his belly. In her mind’s eye, Archer could feel her tail wrapping around Apple Bloom’s hindquarters as he brought his penis to bear, feeling her empty hips hanging there, wanting. Then... penis! It was touching her! It had to go in! She had to make it go in!

Scootaloo swept forward out of nowhere, and aggressively locked lips with Archer, making Archer’s eyes snap open. The pegasus was holding Archer close, Scootaloo’s own eyes closed as Archer’s eyes filled with the colors of orange and purple, and the feel of those lips meshing with her own. Scootaloo was‒ she was kissing her! Scootaloo wanted her. And then Apple Bloom’s penis sank into her hips.

Archer moaned into the kiss needily, heatedly. Scootaloo let her breathe, but wouldn’t let her go. Scootaloo just hugged her tightly, holding Archer as Archer felt her insides jerk and stretch, that penis just feeling bigger and bigger with every inch it distended within her. If Archer could move her legs, she’d have clung to Scootaloo like a drowning filly.

“Thank... youohhh,” she said in a grateful tone that came out in the end as a lusty moan as Apple Bloom bottomed out in her, and his tight sack was pressing up against her smearing wet clitoris. Her insides felt so much more alive with him in there. Archer had seen that dick go inside her before, but standing like this was something else. This was amazing, her urges both stoked and slaked by that that beautiful colt bearing down on her, pulling her to him and then...

While this was occurring, the other two couples were getting excited enough to finish their intercourse. Rumble had to stop when Tornado orgasmed again and it was almost funny the way they both fought against it.

“S-slide it!” she begged, “Slide it in me!

“Stop d-doing that I can’t‒” he protested, “You’re squeezing down too hard I can’t slide it!”

“I‒I can’t stop it,” moaned Tornado, convulsing around his dick helplessly even as she rocked back in attempts to pull him in and out.

“Y-you have to!” Rumble said now the one in a begging tone, “I need you please..!”

Tornado’s fierce concentration trying to calm the storm in her hips, and in her brain, was truly intense, but even that took precious seconds that left Rumble trembling with need.

It was a tangible sense of relief, when Rumble started once again to slide along Tornado’s slippery insides, and she returned to rocking against him needily, this sliding taking over her thoughts, like it was something she just had to do. She wanted to know why, but she was finding it hard to care about anything but making that feeling spread within her, using the pistoning of his penis inside her. They had gotten to a good pace and Tornado’s second orgasm had finally calmed down, when Tornado’s ear flicked right as Shady took a sudden sharp inhalation of breath.

Berry’s eyes snapped wide again, a quiet “Oh...my...Celestia” escaping her throat. She stretched forward lifting a hoof an open mouthed smile of surprise and delight on her face, before Shady was thrusting again. Berry’s eyes fluttered closed, her breath huffing out at the floor as she hunched there, the stout pink unicorn filly working her hips against Shady’s excitedly. Shady’s thrusting seemed to struggle more after this whatever it was that just happened, slowing and becoming erratic as he lost control of his impulses.

“Berry! Are you...” Tornado said urgently to her comrade in fucking, as the two boys heartily plowed them from behind.

“Soooooo big” Berry moaned wetly, her eyes losing focus as she felt it.

“T-they’re filling us up,” Tornado agreed unsteadily, but Berry shook her head frantically. With her body rocking back and forth from the power of Shady’s thrusts, Berry looked right at Tornado with wide eyes, saying,

“No! He got bigger! Aaall of a sudden he just... big!”

“Bigger?!” Tornado exclaimed, her lust tainting with worry. Rumble was already stretching her entrance. It felt like his entire hoof was in there, like her vagina was wrapped tight around a log. How could he get bigger?! “I‒ I don’t think that‒wait a– please Rumble I can’t–” she said frantically, and then it happened to Rumble too.

“hhhhh,” Tornado continued inarticulately, as that penis ballooned within her, pressing firmly against her inner walls. He got bigger. She couldn’t even stand how wonderful his turgid phallus felt in there. It felt like a kiss, but one in all directions. Gawping upside down between her legs, she couldn’t believe what was happening in there. It just looked like her normal torso, not this incredible throbbing experience Rumble was giving her. It didn’t hurt her strained entrance, but it spread her tense, deep inside. It made her lean forward, tilting her head up in delight. It was amazing. Tornado...

Tornado was really close to Berry Pinch’s lips.

Tornado realized that she was really close to Berry’s lips. Tornado’s insides felt so... so kissed that she wanted‒ she wanted to... her lips pursed almost of their own accord. She wanted to make her ...front be like her rear. Berry was right there. And even as Tornado turned on her front hooves to face the unicorn, it looked like Berry had the same idea, for Berry too turned towards her. Rumble and Shady were giving their all to fill up their fillies, and every thrust just made everything in front of the two fillies look like the most wonderful thing ever. It was in that intense moment that Tornado and Berry’s lips came together. And then they were moaning together, and mashing lips and drowning in each other’s love.

“I‒I need to cum!” Shady cried out with alarm.

“Come where?” Sweetie asked curiously from where she waited behind him.

“No, cum!” he said, his pistoning reaching the urgent point of no return. “My penis... stuff... it’s...”

“Boy stuff??” Sweetie said excitedly.

“I have to pull out!” he exclaimed.

“Don’t you dare!” Sweetie retorted, her mouth dropping open.

“But it’ll go in... inside hhher...” Shady protested as his orgasm swept through him, his penis throbbing thickly inside that filly.

“Oh, no,” Sweetie lectured matter-of-factly, while Berry sucked in a breath at the semen spurting within. “You’re supposed to put it inside her,” Sweetie said, “So you can cure her–oh, there you go.” Sweetie Belle smiled, satisfied once she saw Shady wasn’t listening, because he was already ejaculating inside. “Keep doing that!” she said cheerfully to the climaxing colt, moving on to check on the other two.

Shady felt the ejaculation first, of course, and then Berry felt it inside her. Tornado felt it happen to Berry, when her friend pulled back from kissing and snorted wildly. Berry’s eyes rolled back to stare at something happening inside her hips.

“Berry, what’s wrong??” Tornado exclamed. She noticed Shady had stopped thrusting entirely, unlike Rumble, and Shady was just pinning himself tightly against the unicorn’s rear.

“So‒ wet‒ so full‒ it’s‒ ugh!” was the best Berry could explain it, the last syllable punctuated by Shady’s semen overflowing out her opening. With how the fillies had adjusted to kiss each other, it was a really good angle for Tornado to see. This strange white stuff started burbling and spitting out of where Shady’s cock impaled Berry, dripping down Berry’s belly and Shady’s legs, and splattering on the ground in thick glops. Berry didn’t have words at that point, just shuddering quietly as the excess cum pulsed out of her in regular intervals.

Shady said he had to cum, and that it would go inside her. What did that mean? And why was it so bucking hot? Tornado had thought it impossible to be hornier without turning into an alicorn princess, but after seeing that her own body proved itself totally wrong. It was just like with Featherweight, but... but it was the secret passage in Berry’s girl parts, not Rumble’s mouth. Was that really the stuff the crusaders were saying would cure her heat?

“What happened to you, Berry?” Tornado cried with big eyes, her own insides seeming to alternate between feeling liquid as mud and solid as iron. And always with Rumble in there, being in there and and–sliding in there.

“He...” Berry gasped, sucking in a breath. Her entire body was coming unstiff and filling with such a relaxed ease you could see it. “All the way inside he... melted... something...”

“It’s cum i-it comes out of my the tip of my penis,” Shady said in a stuttering tone, seemingly unsure of whether to hold onto Berry at all anymore. “I... I put it inside her...” he said in almost a reverent tone, his eyes leaving Tornado’s to gaze with adoration at the filly he was penetrating, the filly who did that to him.

As she watched the couple descend into unconditional affection, it occurred to Tornado then, that she herself had a penis inside her right now. She had the same secret passage in her labia that Berry did, and... and what it did to Berry... could that happen to her? That penis was shoving so fully inside Tornado that she felt the bulbous flared tip press against the bottom of her vagina every time. She tried to imagine what it would feel like, to have that stuff that was dripping from Berry up in there. Was Rumble going to do that? Was he? Oh, would he?

Tornado’s hips undulated against Rumble’s with a new sense of purpose and foreboding. “Aaare you going to,” she moaned needily, her cunt fuller of Rumble than she ever thought it would be full of anypony. “I-inside me?”

As those lust soaked words came from deep within her chest, Tornado turned over her shoulder to gaze at him adoringly, plaintively. From the side of her face, she caught his wild eyed, frightened, yet determined look. His words were rhythmic with his pistoning hips. He only said one word though, looking at her with a need so intense it scared her. “I’m... I’m... I’m...!”

Then he shoved against her and stopped thrusting. He might have seen her eyes widen, even as Tornado saw his pupils narrow. Her expression remained anxious and his expression remained fiercely determined. Outside of her they were deadly still. But inside her? His penis was jerking around inside her. It didn’t do that before. Was this what Shady did? Rumble was doing it too! Rumble was doing it inside her. Rumble was doing it, inside her! Tornado panted anxiously, her head snapping forward, not knowing what it was going to feel like. She wasn’t ready! She had the barest chance to meet Berry’s gaze, Berry’s relaxed, satisfied, relieved, serene gaze. Then a strange pulse of hot fluid flooded into Tornado.

“Ahh!” Tornado cried out, forgetting everything she saw in front of her, to only think about the feelings in her vagina. Pressed against her walls, the flesh of his spurting dick smeared it all over her in there. Everywhere the stuff touched just ached with relief, her intense hot sensitive tingling vanishing where it reached her. She was so ready for this! She wanted more! She wanted more!

It would have been like a soothing balm on itchy dry skin, except that everything inside her was the diametric opposite of dry. And then he did it again! She could feel it this time, how the forceful jet struck her flesh in there. “Ahh! AHH!” she cried with each pulse that Rumble pumped into her. It wasn’t just coating her walls it was filling her up! After several thick spurts Tornado managed to stop screaming and just tried to look at own her hips, feeling wet and stretched and full. She remembered the pumping slop pouring out of Berry, and Tornado wanted to feel it pour out of her now!

And then‒ the semen started rushing up the narrow space between Rumble’s penis and her vaginal walls. It was coming out! Tornado was so grateful, a sob practically tore its way out of her chest. It even soothed her swollen labia, as the thick pulses of seed began to spill out from where Rumble was impaling her. Tornado could see just the edge of where it was dripping to the ground, just like it did with Berry. The same thing was coming out of her!

Every pulse that pushed out of Tornado’s sopping entrance was accompanied by Rumble pumping one all the way inside her. There were two pulses, the hot seed flooding her depths, and then the overflow dribbling out her surface. And it was still happening! Again! And Again! It was most certainly the best 8 seconds of Tornado Bolt’s entire life so far. She couldn’t even look anymore, just had to stand straight, grinding her hips against Rumble’s pelvic floor as his last pulses flooded into her, through her, and out.

Tornado moaned as her estrus drained out of her like a rushing river.

The last time Archer had a penis inside her, she had been on her back with a full view of her groin being plumbed. She had to just lie there and take it into her, unable to stop it or even to understand what was happening. She couldn’t see Apple Bloom’s penis now, but that’s what she saw in her mind’s eye, his penis slick with her juices pushing in and out of her blue crotch with every buck of Apple Bloom’s strong hips. That’s what he was doing behind her. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of her depths. Archer knew now she had that amazing place in her body that a penis could so perfectly fill, and she knew that’s just what Apple Bloom was doing.

But he was doing it so differently. She just stood there, and he was leaning on her rear, putting his dick under her tail to get it in her. Her hips tingled, not just with the pistoning within her, but with the firm hooves that were gripping them tightly, with the incredible heat of the colt whose barrel was pressing down solidly on her rump. Archer wasn’t helpless on her back. It felt like she could just walk out from under him. She didn’t, because there was a penis inside her, and she had to stay there to squeeze around it and take it in. While Apple Bloom surrounded her with his presence, Archer had to surround Apple Bloom herself, inside.

Apple Bloom kept up pumping earnestly, even as the toe curling pleasure radiated from the flesh of her own lovingly caressed dick. Archer was so hot and wet, it was enough to make Apple Bloom cry out in joy. Apple Bloom didn’t think she’d ever get tired of feeling this. It was incredible, no matter which filly she put her thing in. Archer wasn’t as sweaty as Aura, but a lot more energetic now than she’d been last time. Liza wasn’t as familiar as Scootaloo, but she’d been as turned on by Scootaloo watching as Apple Bloom had, and nothing was hotter than the mare underneath you getting turned on.

That’s what was so amazing about putting boy stuff in Archer this time. Archer’d been too anxious to give it her all the last time, but now that Apple Bloom was mounted atop her a second time, it was all Bloom could do to keep herself from getting bucked off the enthusiastically moaning, rocking filly. It was true Archer felt a lot more fragile than Aura or Liza, or Sweetie, but she had a wiry strength to her that really came out when she was confident about what was happening in the passage inside her.

It was obvious to Apple Bloom that Archer knew what she wanted, and wasn’t afraid to show it. Didn’t matter that the other four were right there, or that other fillies and colts had needs too, because for once doing what you want, and indulging in your own gratification was exactly the right thing to do. Nopony was being hurt by anything she and Archer were doing, and that was making Archer so enthusiastic to pleasure herself, it was as if she had never felt good about pleasuring herself before, like she had found an oasis in the desert. And captured by that enthusiasm, Apple Bloom lost her senses entirely, consumed by the need to stroke herself to fruition in this unflattering filly who was so very beautiful inside and out.

Didn’t matter that Featherweight was taking photos of their flushed eager faces. Didn’t matter that Sweetie was busy instructing the newly introduced to ejaculate into each other. All that mattered was Archer’s vagina, her need to fill it with Apple Bloom’s goo, and Apple Bloom’s need to feel her orgasm pumping it up deep in there. Didn’t even matter that Scootaloo‒

Hey, where was Scootaloo anyway?

The first sign of the pegasus was when Archer gave an extra loud startled cry. Apple Bloom’s attention snapped to Archer’s animated rump, wondering if she did something to make Archer sound like that, and how to do it again. But focusing on that beautiful blue rump made Apple Bloom notice that Scootaloo was down there. Scoots was sitting there on her back like she had been for the fluffing, with her upper body hidden solidly underneath Archer’s torso. Oh Celestia, Scootaloo could see what Apple Bloom was doing to Archer.

“This is incredible, Apple Bloom!” came her hyperactive reedy voice, “I can see you sliding in and out of Archer! You’re so shiny!” Apple Bloom had to slow down because just the thought of her best friend taken with everything that was happening down there was almost enough to make her flare up on the spot. “You’re so wet, Archer,” Scootaloo continued.

“I‒ I am?!” Archer said more in excitement than alarm, trying to look around to see what she wasn’t in a position to get a good look at. “I... I feel...” but Apple Bloom kept up her steady thrusts bringing Archer’s thoughts inexorably back to her dick and the need to focus on containing it. She turned her head forward and just squeezed her eyes shut, sounding out “Nnnahh!” before going back to her heavy breathing and dutiful pistoning.

“Your vagina is awesome Archer,” Scootaloo said heedlessly. “Her penis is just covered in your juices, and it’s dripping out like crazy! You’re making Apple Bloom feel so good!”

“Apple Blooom~” Archer moaned in such an adoring tone it made Apple Bloom’s heart skip. She didn’t even say anything else or ask a question, just Apple Bloom’s name with so much heart and spirit. Apple Bloom was going to fill this filly up if it was the last thing she did. Her thrusts gained a more animal intent to them, focusing on the deed that must be done and forgetting the sophistications of the world. She was probably splattering Scootaloo with Archer’s girl cum, but Scoots didn’t seem to mind at all.

“Scootaloo!” Archer said then with less adoration and more urgency. “What are you‒ stop if you‒ if you do that I.. again I’m going to...!” her voice dropped to a husky purr as her head tilted down and her rump slammed against Apple Bloom’s heedlessly, saying “I want to... y‒yes... yes! Ahh!” The last three words timed with Apple Bloom’s down strokes. Whatever Scootaloo was doing down there made Archer orgasm hard. Apple Bloom bucked against her and held on, trapped within the undulating motions of Archer’s inner passage. Archer’s cries sounded like tight sobs as she quivered there, but she made no other sound or motion in particular.

“Oh... oh Moon” Scootaloo said in Archer’s stead, in a voice both admiring and curiously urgent. Of what Apple Bloom could see of her, Scootaloo clearly had her own hoof buried in her crotch. But before Apple Bloom could say anything, Berry’s tense words caught her attention. Apple Bloom turned and looked and saw Shady. He‒ he was doing it!

Apple Bloom forgot her thrusting for the incredible sight. Shady was up there on top of Berry Pinch, his face a mask of worry and also concentration, holding his crotch tight against her and twitching regularly, no doubt as he spurted it in. Berry was trying to tell Tornado what was happening to her, not very effectively but that was okay. Berry started to demonstrate what was happening in her whether she liked it or not. Watching Shady’s seed start erupting messily from Berry’s entrance, Apple Bloom realized she had forgot entirely to make sure the others had started thrusting, but it was clear Rumble had that part figured out as he and Tornado were bucking their hips together with abandon. And if Shady hadn’t, then that meant he could somehow orgasm on command, so he probably figured out thrusting too and Apple Bloom just missed seeing his hip movements.

Whatever it was, they were doing it right, and Berry was already seeing the benefits of it.

Apple Bloom looked at Archer, whose orgasm was starting to wind down, then back at the other two couples, where the relief on Berry’s face was almost palpable. While Rumble was lost in his own sensations, Tornado only had eyes for the gooey mess burbling out of where Berry Pinch was wrapped tight around Shady Daze. When Tornado looked behind her and asked Rumble if he was going to do the same, it was pretty clear that’s exactly what Rumble was going to do. Apple Bloom reached forward with a front hoof and gently prodded Archer’s head, quietly saying, “Archer, take a look at Rumble! Scoots!”

Archer looked and gasped, as if she’d forgotten about those other four entirely.

“Is Rumble going to...” Scootaloo said heatedly, scooting out from under Archer and sitting on her elbows. The three of them watched with varying forms of interest as Rumble shoved up deep into Tornado and held there, grimacing. And then Tornado started belting out these surprised and gratified cries, cutting them off to stare at her own hips. Apple Bloom figured she was about to‒yep. She topped out, and Tornado’s entrance was soon gooey and messy as Berry’s, with Rumble’s boy goo pulsing from her passage.

Though Apple Bloom had missed it some minutes ago, Archer had seen when Scootaloo first scooted, er, underneath her. She hadn’t been in a position to protest though. Too busy swallowing fat cock with her cunt. Scootaloo was quiet, but insistent on being there. It made Archer blush, to think that the thrusting she could only imagine was right there for Scootaloo to see. She felt like she was on display, like she was demonstrating the art of ...standing there and getting yourself plowed.

It was exciting to take a penis like this, much more participatory with her body free to buck against Apple Bloom’s as much as his did against hers. She would later debate at length with Sweetie Belle at the passivity of this particular position. For now though, she was loving the everloving love out of it, and almost didn’t want Apple Bloom to hurry up and put boy goo in her, to make it last longer.

But then there was the unmistakable sensation of a brave orange hoof pressing firmly against Archer’s teat. With the sensitivity of her estrus, and the sensitivity brought on from being fucked, it was like a bolt of lightning shot up through her. Her flesh down there wasn’t that pleasant doughy softness she was familiar with. It was a raging tide!

And then... and then Apple Bloom’s thrusts became slow and deep, strumming her cunt like a bow across a cello. And Scootaloo started telling Archer how amazing her vagina was, making Archer imagine it dripping, making Archer hunger to slick that penis with all the girl cum she could muster. And the words seemed to burn into her ears when Scootaloo said,

“You’re making Apple Bloom feel so good!”

It was true. It was so true. This incredible colt, this force of nature filling her with his turgid penis, making her senses sing, and giving her, because he was so kind and compassionate, his boy cum to sooth her estrus. She was making this boy feel good. She had a‒ a power between her legs. The weirdness of estrus, and the sticky heat and the quivering legs, it was all an amazing way to make him feel good. Every time her vagina squeezed down on him and he moaned, it was her making him moan. Apple Bloom had said he had to orgasm to make boy stuff, and Archer felt so beautifully happy about her body because she could feel every inch of her moving just perfectly, drooling around his penis, bucking against his hips, even her soft gasps sounded lewd and uninhibited. It was the perfect way to make him orgasm. She wanted him to cum, and she wanted to be the kind of filly who would make him cum, and she was that filly.

She wanted to thank Apple Bloom, and Scootaloo, for making her feel so much better about herself. Estrus had made her think her body was betraying her, but now she could see it had become her greatest ally to get her what she needed. She tried to find words for the rich round feeling swelling in her chest, but all she said was Apple Bloom’s name, the amazing colt’s name, and then... she could find no words to describe it. She just wanted him to keep thrusting. She turned her head forward, trying to be better somehow to thrust into, to entice that explosion that would make the white stuff spurt out between them, cooling her fires inside.

That’s when Scootaloo started touching her again. Oh not with a hoof, no no. Nuzzling with her nose right in the slight crevice between Archer’s pillowy swellings and then licking a teat and then l-l-l-latching on‒! Scootaloo’s actions just immediately pushed Archer over the edge. She felt that amazing tingle sweeping through her, growing stronger again with each of Apple Bloom’s thrusts. Was this supposed to happen?! Was she going to lose her mind again?? Could she even remain standing if that happened to her again?

“Scootaloo!” she shouted worriedly, vainly attempting to escape the pegasus’s attentive lips and tongue. It felt like her vagina was sparkling with pleasure. She wanted to go over so bad. She needed it to happen! She couldn’t stop it! Her frantic and half formed sentences could barely put two thoughts together. “I’m going to‒” she squeaked. She... she couldn’t stop it. It was going to happen to her. She wanted it to happen to her. This was what she wanted.

“I want to,” she said in an entirely different tone of voice. She just... let it go. She stoked herself with his penis. She made it happen. She‒

She felt an incredible sense of relief as the pleasure exploded within her cunt, and just like last time it was squeezing on Apple Bloom’s penis all on its own, and nothing she could do would stop it. Archer felt like she was going to fall over from the waves of pleasure rewarding her for what she’d done. For taking his penis in. For using it to make her... like this. Archer didn’t fall over amazingly, but she couldn’t control a single muscle in her body. Every twitch and twinge in her was a subtext behind a constant ocean of tingling. She felt like she was drowning. It put stars in her eyes. It made her want to cry from how good she felt.

“Oh Moon” Scootaloo swore underneath her in a reverent tone. Archer couldn’t even turn her head down. Just had to stand there doing this... thing. She knew Scootaloo was watching... she wondered what Scootaloo was seeing. Was Archer dripping again? Dripping with lust? Could Scootaloo see the contractions? These contractions, these beautiful, glorious oh~

She vaguely remembered she had been thinking about someone, but the only thing Archer could think about now was her own body, what it was doing and how it was feeling, that penis inside her so deliciously firm against her helpless convulsions. And that’s where Archer stayed physically and mentally, delighting in the feeling all the way until her body began to calm, and the contractions began to slow down.

Apple Bloom turned Archer’s head to the side with little resistence or will, saying “Archer, take a look at Rumble! Scoots!”

“Nnh...not finished yyet...” Archer slurred under her breath, but tried to focus. She really was calming down and she remembered she was there in front of Shady and Rumble and‒

She inhaled quickly when she realized the other colts had seen her too. (Archer wasn’t in a frame of mind to pay a lot of attention to fillies at this point.) They had seen her do that. Did they think she looked good? Did she look bad? Did it look like anything? Was she glowing? She felt like she was glowing. Maybe it made sparkles come out of her, or stars? If it looked anything on the outside what it felt like on the inside... but with her earlier immobility, Archer had the suspicion that it just looked like she was standing there dumbly not doing anything.

She focused more intently when Tornado started shrieking short passionate cries. Watching Rumble quivering over her, breathing raggedly with his hips pressed close, Archer felt a mysterious power in his stillness, like something momentous was happening that she just couldn’t see. That’s when Rumble started overflowing Tornado’s cunt and Archer’s eyes widened in realization. They’d started after her, of course they would finish first! She looked to Berry, who was nickering pleasantly at Shady, the ooze of their efforts in a puddle beneath their collective groins. She looked at Tornado to whom it was still happening, the pegasus having put her head forward and scrunched her eyes shut, just spreading her wings and whimpering. Then taking big gulps of air as her entire body relaxed, sagging back against the colt who filled her.

Berry looked so serene and Tornado was... getting there. The boys atop them looked relieved as well. Sweetie was gently petting Shady’s back, reassuring him of something. Archer was the only one left. Archer was the only one who still felt needy and tense and stiff and hot and burning and penis filled. No no Tornado was still penis filled, but Archer still needed to be. She was now the horniest filly in the room, and in a good 5 acre radius considering the clubhouse’s location. All it would take is that white flooding sensation, and she could join them. Just a little more and she could have it. Just a little more...

“Apple Bloom, please...” she said in a begging tone. They both had been watching Rumble’s boy stuff, but Archer didn’t want to watch Rumble putting boy stuff in. She wanted to feel Apple Bloom doing it. She convulsed around that sweet cock one more time, starting up her hip movements before he could even react, trying to stroke him to orgasm all on her own. He surely would have joined her, but Scootaloo reacted quicker even than Apple Bloom saying, “Don’t worry Archer, I got this.”

Archer had forgotten Scootaloo was down there entirely. And apparantly Featherweight had joined her too at some point. She heard the sound of a camera flash. She‒ she was going to have a picture of what she looked like down there. She would do just about anything to see that. What a great idea!

Whatever Scootaloo did Archer couldn’t feel it, but Apple Bloom gave a guttural moan, and swung back to brace over Archer’s back. Archer grunted bracing her hooves as Apple Bloom’s hips heaved her forward strongly. Together Archer and Apple Bloom pulled sliding Apple Bloom’s cock deliciously out every inch, and together they pushed driving him in deep and spreading Archer wide again. As Apple Bloom did her over and over and over Archer’s wild eyed expression spotted Scootaloo beneath her, just the pegasus’s lower half. That lower half of Scootaloo was slick with girl cum at this point all over her legs belly and hoof. Scootaloo was... she was rubbing herself because of the way Archer looked. Scootaloo thought what was happening to Archer was hot.

Archer couldn’t stand how good it felt, just the thought of a friend enjoying what she thought would just be an awkward looking pistoning. It wasn’t just about what she wanted, but what she was, and nobody was repulsed or offended no matter how slimy Archer got or how loud she moaned. She and Apple Bloom weren’t awkward, they were beautiful! This union at their hips, it made Archer feel like she could look at her reflection in the mirror, and smile!

Then Apple Bloom decided to kiss the entire inside of her cunt again, like Archer remembered him doing before. “Ahh, yes!!” she screamed, feeling like her belly was swelling up, just as he did inside of her. “I‒ I like that!” she said excitedly, trying to encourage him, trying to slide this bigger member against her deepest walls, though the colt was much more sealed inside her now so it was hard to slide. “Do that!” she cheered. Both she and Apple Bloom were thrusting, but it was more of a pulling motion now than a sliding one, sliding but with much more resistence and firmness.

“That’s Apple Bloom getting bigger in her,” Archer heard Sweetie explaining. The unicorn was remarkably calm with all the sex in the atmosphere. Then again, so were the others, all watching her with curiousity and fascination. It made sense there were extra fillies now, because Sweetie and Scootaloo must have filled themselves before the meeting. Or at least, Sweetie seemed to have. The two new fillies ohhed in understanding at Sweetie’s words, and Rumble gave sort of a sideways smile at that.

“It’s called the flare,” Shady said informatively. Archer would have called it the migglemagoo if it’d get that boy stuff in her right away. She wanted to feel the melting feeling! Her cunt was tired of singing and wanted to sigh instead. Surely soon Apple Bloom could‒

“It means he’s about to cum,” continued Shady distracting Archer for a moment in confusion. Come where?

“Make boy stuff!” Sweetie prompted for Archer helpfully. He was really going to do it! To, to come make boy stuff in her! He was so big, and that meant he was about to make boy stuff. Boy stuff. Yes... white stuff...big glops of melty inside hot yes please please

“Please, I need it...” she begged wetly, not caring what the others thought of her being so weak like that. She could have been penetrated in the middle of Ponyville market square and she’d still do anything she could to get that amazing feeling inside her, the memory strong in her head of the melting feeling and his boy stuff bubbling out all over her; the incredible thing Apple Bloom had done with her.

“Hhhh,” Apple Bloom panted informatively, “Hhh, here it‒” Oh! is he?! “Here it ...goes! Yes!!” Yesss

Archer’s cunt was already filled to bursting by Apple Bloom’s flare. That was such a good word for it. Apple Bloom just flared up deep within her. Maybe a better word would be inside kiss. She remembered that wild throbbing his penis made inside her, and it was doing it again. Archer inhaled and pushed back in her hooves, needing that throbbing to turn into hot melting boy stuff, desperately hoping it would ...come.

Archer’s shriek as a hot spurt from the tip of Apple Bloom’s dick struck her inner passage, quenching her itchy twitchy burning flesh inside, was probably the loudest of all three of them. She knew what it was now. Boy stuff. She didn’t think she could be fuller, but when he started pumping it into her it flowed into all the little crevices she didn’t even know she had up there. She felt her insides expand, she wanted them to expand, to get that delicious boy stuff, as much of it in her as possible. There was so much! It would be just like... just like Berry and Tornado and... and Archer, before.

“Ohh, it’s gonna‒” she tried to forewarn, but she didn’t have to say anything at that point because the boy stuff started flooding out of her. “Nnnnnh,” Archer clenched her teeth as the hot goo dripped down her belly. It felt so gooood. She wanted them all to see it pouring out of her. Her lower body was filled with a singular purpose as that pumping feeling rushed through her, beneath the plain curve of her groin, made so messy by the stuff Apple Bloom was giving her. Even as the waves of relief spread through Archer along the same channels as the pleasure, she felt Apple Bloom go from stiff and powerful to sagging against her. She didn’t mind though. She didn’t mind anything.

“An’ that,” Archer heard Apple Bloom say, “Is how you cure a filly’s estrus.”

The dramatic silence that followed was quickly broken by Scootaloo’s throaty moan as she began thrashing on the floor, her hips arching upward. Archer tried to step aside but she was hung up literally on Apple Bloom. Bloom figured out the right direction though, surely not as fucked witless as Archer, and pulled backwards instead of sideways, sliding out of Archer with a plop. Shady and Berry had separated a while ago and they, Archer, Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom surrounded the orgasming Scootaloo.

“Oh no,” said Apple Bloom worriedly, “We’re outta colts!”

Author's Note

Game over man, game over!

Out of Colts?

Archer didn’t know what Apple Bloom meant about running out of colts, more concerned with what she saw when the colt yanked his penis out of her. In particular she saw his penis and let her tell you it wasn’t just a penis. It was a big flat headed bulbous flaring monster of a penis. Just a few seconds ago, that had been pumping the boy stuff inside her! When Sweetie said he was getting bigger, she wasn’t kidding!

Archer’s insides twinged emptily, not a hungry emptiness anymore, but just feeling like she must have had a huge cavern inside of her hips. It couldn’t have been all that much room though, because every twinge made a little glob of boy stuff ooze out and trickle down her leg, and she could vaguely feel her contracted walls squishing against each other closed. But, but that was inside her! She must have been stretched so wide, it was awesome! Was there something else to be thinking about besides getting wrapped around Apple Bloom’s huge flared cock? Archer certainly wasn’t coming up with anything.

“We have enough boy stuff, though!” Sweetie pointed out, “We just have to get some into her!”

Archer had a distant look in her eyes and a silly smile, as if something was seriously distracting her attention.

“I’ll get a... a cup,” Apple Bloom said, hopping over to a cabinet.

Tornado looked over to where Archer still stood from being fucked silly, curious what the commotion was about. She walked herself right out from under Rumble, feeling her hips pulled back, until his cock slipped out of her wetly, dangling in the air as he lowered to his hooves again. She had to stop at that and regard him admiringly. It felt really good to pull him out, sort of like a note of finality, like she was done and ready to move normally again. Tornado had what her body needed. Rumble didn’t complain either, so she figured he was alright, if looking a bit dazed. She hoped he hadn’t wanted to stay inside her.

Trotting over to Archer and the orgasming Scootaloo, Tornado said worriedly, “What’s going on?” She looked down at Scootaloo, who would have had them all a lot more alarmed, if Scoots didn’t have a huge silly smile on her face, as she quivered and twitched there on the floor.

“Scootaloo needs boy stuff in her vagina,” Sweetie Belle explained.

“Semen,” Shady corrected.

“See what?” Sweetie asked confusedly.

“It’s called semen...al fluid,” Shady clarified.

“Argh!” Across the room, Apple Bloom complained exasperatedly, getting tangled up with the work table on the way back. “Stupid penis!”

“That’s silly,” Sweetie said to Shady, “Semen doesn’t even mean anything. Why not just call it boy stuff?”

Shady shrugged.

“Wow, I feel... really good,” Tornado realized out loud. Nopony had prompted her to say it, but it was just so profound she had to say something about it. She felt so relaxed; she could have just laid herself on a cloud and dozed away. Her cunny hadn’t let her get much sleep since estrus started, what with the constant itching heat and squirming. But now? It was like... a hot bath, down there, but cooled instead of hot. But not a cold bath, because that wasn’t fun at all.

“Alright I got it!” Apple Bloom said, coming up to them with cup in hoof. Sweetie took it in her magic and transferred it to her own hoof.

“Now we just fill it up with boy stuff,” Sweetie explained. She looked contemplatively at the three fillies, each in various states of post coitus. She then hoppled over to Archer, taking her hoof in her hoof.

“Archer,” Sweetie demonstrated pressing Archer’s hoof against Archer’s own groin, “Just hold your hoof like this for a minute, so you don’t leak out any boy stuff.” Archer happily complied, smiling giddily as her hoof pressed tight against her entrance, not letting one bit more of Apple Bloom slip out of there. Then Sweetie ducked under Tornado’s leg. Just, right like that, making Tornado lift her short little hind leg in surprise. She stood there on three legs in a puzzled pause, then Sweetie called out, “You’re doing great Tornado! Can you get it to come out any faster?”

“Get what?” Tornado asked very cluelessly.

“The boy stuff!” Sweetie Belle explained. “I need you to squeeze out all the extra. So squeeze, pretend you have a penis in you or... something.”

"Oh ah get it!" Apple Bloom declared. Both he and Rumble were watching what Sweetie was doing back there. Rumble seemed lost for words at what he was seeing. Tornado certainly had no idea what she was doing, but if it got the boy stuff Scootaloo needed it was fine. Wasn’t all the boy stuff on the floor though? Tornado didn’t really understand, but she brought up the mental image of Rumble’s penis in her head, and tried to remember what it was like squeezing on it in there. A weird gooey feeling melted through her down there and a “woah...” blurted out of her, squirming despite herself.

“That’s great!” Sweetie Belle cheered squeakily, “Do you have any more?”

“I don’t... know?” Tornado said, completely lost at this point. Sweetie struggled out from under her then, and Tornado saw she was holding the cup in hoof with something in the bottom of it. Too thick to be milk it was‒ oh dear Celestia. “Is that...!” Tornado whimpered quietly.

“Good idea, huh?” Apple Bloom remarked cheerily, “That is Rumble’s boy stuff. The extra keeps leakin outta you for a while, so we can use it on Scootaloo instead of just wastin’ it.”

"Now you, Archer," Sweetie instructed, placing the cup between Archer's squat little hind legs, and pushing on her round rump encouragingly.

"O-ok," Archer said, moving her hoof reluctantly away from her entrance. And then, Tornado really got to see what her own girl parts had been doing just now. A brief flood of the white goo followed Archer’s hoof, pouring out of the short little foal right into Sweetie Belle's cup. "Mmnh..." Archer said in response to that, her hindquarters winking as she tried to squeeze out all the extra. What Tornado found most fascinating about that display, was how it mirrored what happened in her own body, except surely Tornado couldn’t have as much boy stuff in her, as what she saw dribble and pulse out of Archer?

"What's goin on?" Scootaloo said dazedly, sitting up, from where she had been surrounded by the rest of them leaping into action.

"We're almost ready, Scootaloo, just hold on!" Sweetie said, fidgeting on her little white hooves, full of worry.

"Ready for what?" Scootaloo asked, standing up. "Man, that was bucking incredible,” she said stretching out. “Didn’t think I could orgasm like that.”

There was a pause.

“Scootaloo, are you... OK?” Apple Bloom asked the big headed pegasus, uncertainly.

“Fine, why?” Scootaloo said casually.

“Your orgasm,” Apple Bloom said slowly, “That didn’t make your heat worse?”

“It does that?!” Berry cut in gaping horrifiedly.

Scootaloo nodded to her, saying, “Yeah, and then you can’t stop masturbating, because it never goes away.”

“Sounds about right,” agreed Apple Bloom, “Or at least, it did that for me and Archer, and Aura... and Dinky... uh... and I did it to Sweetie Belle, here. Made her heat so bad, ah couldn’t get mah stuff inside her fast enough.”

Sweetie Belle blushed shyly at that, but she certainly didn’t deny it. Her round white little unicorn hips looked cool as a cucumber right now though, not a twinge of desperation in her movements.

“We orgasmed all over the place,” Berry asserted snippily, “But I don’t feel even a bit of heat! Why would Scootaloo have any problem?”

“Because she don’t have boy stuff in her,” Apple Bloom explained. “The stuff that comes outta a colt’s penis cures estrus, so you can orgasm all you want, and it’ll still make you feel just as relieved, if not more.”

“W-well,” Scootaloo interrupted in an embarassed tone, “Well I’m not in heat anymore. It goes away when you put your stuff in me. I should be fine for a couple days at least.”

“It’s amazing, I never knew that cum could do that to a filly,” Shady said in some amount of awe. “It felt so good to do it, too.”

“Aww, you enjoyed me?” Berry said tenderly, nudging Shady almost jokingly.

Shady just said to her bemusedly, “You’re so... hot, and wet in there, and every time you squeezed it just... wow. Whatever’s inside your hips is seriously was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”

“Aww, I...” Berry blushed deeply, suddenly shy before his praise, “heh....” Her hips wiggled a bit, as if she was trying to comprehend what she had back there.

“Here you go!” Sweetie said to Scootaloo, popping up cheerily but blithely, presenting Scootaloo with the cup-o-cum. “Now we just need a way to get it in you.”

“I’m fine Sweetie, don’t worry,” Scootaloo said, patting Sweetie’s generous purple and pink curls. “But what’s this stuff?” she asked, looking at the cup curiously.

“Boy stuff,” Sweetie explained, “We need to get it inside you. I hope it’s enough to fix your heat again?”

“I’m fine Sweetie, thanks,” Scootaloo said, waving the cup away. “I didn’t know you guys were so worried about me. You didn’t have to go through crazy amounts of effort!”

“Well, OK if you insist...” Sweetie said reluctantly, “All I did was take all Apple Bloom’s extra boy stuff that came out of Archer, and combined it with Rumble’s extra boy stuff that came out of Tornado.”

Scootaloo looked at Rumble, then stared at the cup with widening eyes. “Mmmaybe just a little wouldn’t hurt,” she said quickly, snatching the cup in her hoof.

“What’s she doing?” Rumble asked Apple Bloom nervously as Scootaloo flopped down, attempting to ‘boy stuff’ herself. Scootaloo gave Rumble a sly leer before pouring from the cup decadently all over her crotch. It was funny because of the way Scootaloo’s gaze of intent drifted out of focus, the moment the cum hit her down there.

“Oh yeahhh, that’s the stuff,” Scootaloo purred to herself, staring off into space and rubbing her labia with a hoof, trying to work the semen deeper into her.

“I think she kinda likes you, Rumble,” Apple Bloom whispered back to Rumble, “Your boy stuff is kinda like ‘you’, so it’s like putting you inside her. Plus boy stuff feels good, I guess.”

“Does it really?” he asked incredulously.

Apple Bloom nodded, qualifying with, “I don’t rightly know as I haven’t had a chance to feel it for myself, but every filly I put it in just went hog wild when they felt it, so it must be pretty great.”

“Can I have a little?” Sweetie Belle asked Scootaloo with a soulful gaze, “I haven’t had any yet.”

“Sure Sweetie, there’s some left,” Scootaloo said amiably, squeezing her legs together and wiggling them to smear the stuff around down there. Sweetie got on her back, and poured what remained in the cup onto her own labia, first a little drop, but then eagerly pouring the rest and smearing it around with a pleased moan.

“It’s so gooey,” Sweetie Belle said gleefully, rubbing it into herself. She paused fretfully, her leg twitched and then she added, “How do you get it inside though?”

“Dunno,” Scootaloo said, “Scootch over here let me see.”

“Sweetie Belle too?” Rumble asked Apple Bloom quietly.

“Ah don’t think she like likes you like Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom whispered, “But she does like that boy stuff. Plus mine is in there too, and I’m her bestie.” Apple Bloom had enough presence of mind to not loudly ask Sweetie Belle or Scootaloo whether they like like Rumble. Considering his status as a colt’s colt, the answer would probably be “yes” and “yes”, and not “maybe” and “yes”. Or more likely squeak and mumble.

Nevertheless, Rumble whispered confidentially to Apple Bloom, “Wait a minute, Scootaloo like likes me?”

“Oh shoot!” Apple Bloom bit out, touching hoof to forehead. “Listen you didn’t hear that from me okay?” she asked Rumble tensely, “She was gonna tell you, really, just that she found out you were... uh... gay.”

Rumble’s muzzle scrunched up.

“You’re not gay at all, are you Rumble?” Apple Bloom said flatly. It wasn’t really a question. Rumble somehow managed to scrunch even more. She grinned at him, and leaned closer saying, “You like fillies, don’t you Rumble?”

“I was just trying to–” he stumbled over his words embarassedly.

“Not get sick, I hear ya,” Apple Bloom finished for him understandingly, patting Rumble on the shoulder. “It’s O.K. ya didn’t know.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Rumble said sheepishly, “The only gay one in here is... uh, never mind.”

“You don’t wanna say?” Apple Bloom asked. “It’s not me, is it? I thought I’d be at first, but one look at a filly’s hindquarters got me going like nothin’.”

“It’s not my place,” Rumble said, “He’s sensitive about it.”

“Well it ain’t Shady,” Apple Bloom figured ,”‘cause Berry made him orgasm just as much as you and Tornado, or me and Archer. In fact the only colt who didn’t put boy stuff in a filly was...”

She turned and looked meaningfully at Featherweight, who was busily setting up for the perfect angle to capture on film the lovely heart shape that Sweetie and Scootaloo were making, the way their crotches were mashed together in the air. That’s one way to share a cup of boy stuff, certainly. They were really enjoying it it looked like, rubbing against each other and breathing harder.

From her liquid half lidded eyes, and increasingly urgent gasps, it looked like Sweetie was even going to orgasm from what they were doing. Apple Bloom thankfully wasn’t worried about orgasm anymore. It was so neat that if a colt squirted in you, apparently you could even orgasm without any problem, until you needed more boy stuff. So Apple Bloom left Sweetie Belle on her way to orgasm, along with Scootaloo from all that slip-sliding, and said to Rumble, “You mean Fea–”

“Please don’t tell him you found out,” Rumble pleaded with big wide liquid eyes.

“Oh gosh,” Apple Bloom whispered, suddenly intrigued, “He was the one they said finished early. Was it because he wanted colts, not fillies? How did he orgasm at all, then?”

“W-well, we were trying to you know, get going,” Rumble said nervously, “And Featherweight couldn’t get it up, so I kind of offered to help. I was just, you know, sucking him until he got hard enough, but we got a little carried away.

“I didn’t even think about saving semen—I mean—his boy stuff,” Rumble said, “I was just... I mean it was just what we were doing before this... filly thing. So when he came, I just–”

“He went and swallowed it all!” the bright pink Berry said in a whining tone, poking her nose, and blunt horn, right in between them.

“You swallowed it?!” Apple Bloom yelped at Rumble with somewhat splayed hooves.

“It’s not all that bad!” Rumble protested, rubbing his grey chest with a pastern. “It’s a lot easier to clean up that way too.”

“Yeah but it’s not like your mouth is getting hot and itchy,” Berry pointed out.

“I-it’s just nice, OK?” Rumble blushed and turned his grey head with its slick back mane away from the gaze of the two.

Apple Bloom pursed her lips, then asked, “Are you sure you arn’t gay?”

“I don’t know,” Rumble squeaked, off guard at having to address that question. “I think, maybe... both?”

“All I know is it was the hottest thing ever,” Tornado said, not in a pleased tone though. It was more accusing than pleased. “I’d never even seen boy stuff before or penises,” she accused Rumble, “And then Featherweight got his penis all big, and started making it! I was dripping down my legs just watching it!”

“And then he didn’t have any to give us,” Archer added softly, coming up out of nowhere. “We may have, kind of, maybe overreacted a little.”

“A little?!” came Featherweight’s voice, as the spindly little colt came sauntering over. “That wasn’t a little!”

“A-and then Tornado and Sweetie went to find you,” Archer concluded to Apple Bloom, “So everything worked out.” She was blushing embarassedly at Featherweight’s wan look, but he didn’t say she was wrong.

“Guess so, yeah,” Apple Bloom said to Archer, “I hate goin’ against my family’s wishes though. Y’all gotta be able to do this stuff without me.” The other ponies all turned their ears down, ashamedly. Apple Bloom shook her head slightly, not wanting this to be a big guilt trip. It was better if they learned what to do right in the future.

“Alright, so Tornado and Berry, I wanna let you know what you have to look forward to,” Apple Bloom said purposefully. “Which is, no estrus for at least the next few days. Boy stuff is like, super moon tea, even more than the Disc– than the regular stuff.” Berry raised a hoof.

“Uh, yeah?” Apple Bloom said. She wasn’t really trying to be a teacher here it just sort of was happening.

“Then why don’t we put the tea in our p-p- in our girl... you know?”

“We’re all friends here,” Apple Bloom cautioned, “It’s alright to call it a vagina. Say it enough times and it starts to feel normal. To answer your question, I have no idea!” she said triumphantly. Then she blinked, looking off for a second, saying, “Wow, I do have absolutely no idea! It don’t make the slightest bit o’ sense to put it in your mouth!”

Berry nodded enthusiastically, “It is weird, isn’t it!”

“Why don’t you give that a try, Berry?” Apple Bloom said. “I mean, don’t hold out on boy stuff it’s too much trouble, but just if you’re feelin’ estrus sometime later, try applyin’ some Moon tea directly.”

“But how do I get it up deep inside?” Berry asked worriedly.

Apple Bloom thought about it, but nothing came to mind. She just shook her head and shrugged, “Can’t say as I know how, sorry. Maybe that’s why they tell you to drink it.”

“How did you learn that it went so deep?” Tornado asked, “And to... to put the boy th-the ... penis” she said with a forbidden thrill in her voice, “in there?” She waved her tail at the thought, her butt behind her so pleasant feeling, together with the excitement of having a colt’s penis do stuff in there, and the boy stuff that continued to sooth her vulva, and that deep secret inside her, a passage that Tornado had never before felt more acutely than today.

“It’s a funny story actually,” Apple Bloom said to Tornado, self consciously reaching to adjust her nonexistent bow. “Believe it or not, Scootaloo kinda just, fell on me on accident. She was rubbin my new penis on her vulva because ‘It’s all softer than mah hoof’ she said, and then she just slipped. Glad she did though, because thanks to Scootaloo you girls are going to be set for exam week.”

They all glanced at Scootaloo, who was flat on her back with her legs still tangled with Sweetie Belle’s. Neither were aroused anymore though, not by a long shot. They were just lying there, giving relieved pants with satisfied smiles on both their faces. Sweetie’s smile was facing away, so you couldn’t see anything besides her upturned nose from this angle. Scootaloo facing them just lifted a hoof agreeably, panting, “No... problem... heh...”

Apple Bloom turned to stand squarely before the boys, saying, “And you three were already fine for exams, so there’s that. You might find it a little harder to study if you’re spending some time filling up fillies, but you’ll be helping them so much, I really hope you can take some time to do it. You can do it easy during first break, and then I think once more in the evening maybe before you need to fill up again. Not sure about that one.” Shady raised a hoof.

Apple Bloom facehooved, waving at him to speak saying, “Yes, Shady?”

“So, every time we uh, jack off, we can do it inside a filly instead?”

“Yeah no I simply have no idea what you’re referring to,” Apple Bloom said a bit unhappily, “Who’s Jack anyway?”

“No, it’s just a saying,” Shady corrected. “It means when you rub your uh, penis until you cum.”

“Come where?”

“...it’s just a saying,” Shady repeated disgustedly, “It means to make cum I mean, boy stuff.”

Apple Bloom nodded a little disappointed, “Alright, sorry I’m just new to this whole colt thing. So uh, y’all already knew about rubbing yourself with a filly before today, huh?”

“I only used my stomach before today,” put in Rumble, “And my hooves.”

Featherweight nudged him. “...and Featherweight,” Rumble added mutedly, blushing.

Yet Apple Bloom leaned forward excitedly. “Wait, so you do make boy stuff, even if you’re not in a filly!” she realized.

Featherweight laughed, not in a mean way, but more like he was caught off guard. “Yeah,” he said, “It’s every time we orgasm. The cum isn’t gonna not come out, just because there’s no filly there!”

Sweetie and Scootaloo had rolled apart and started wandering around, during this question and answer session. This particular question drew Sweetie over like a rabbit to a carrot. “I knew it!” she squeaked triumphantly at Featherweight’s answer. Apple Bloom just blushed deep.

“Ah uh ah’m sorry, ah didn’t know for sure, ah mean,” she uttered heavily to Sweetie, feeling kind of dumb for doubting her about that. And also a little weirded out at the idea of all that boy stuff just coming out of Apple Bloom just straight into the air. Could you even feel it if there wasn’t a vagina smearing it back onto your own dick?

“You just rub it with your hoof, or bedsheets or something,” Shady continued explaining to the blushing Apple Bloom, “When it’s big, you can jerk it up to hit your belly, and that is just about all it takes really.”

“It’s awesome,” Rumble agreed, looking at Shady admiringly as if in a new light, “It gets really messy though.”

“Not if you use a bucket!” Featherweight put in.

“Really?” Rumble said, “I’ll have to try that...”

“Now just one minute,” Sweetie said huffily, “You have to put it in a filly now. You can’t just put it in a bucket!”

“It’s his penis, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom said chidingly to the huffy unicorn, “He gets to decide where he puts it.”

“But the fillies need him!” Sweetie said, surprisingly forcefully, looking at Rumble with pleading eyes. “You’re the only ones who can save them!”

“Don’t worry, don’t—uh—worry, Sweetie Belle?” Rumble said discomfitedly, pointedly looking away from those eyes, and waving a hoof at her, “I won’t let you down... I mean, them down. I was just making a mess because I didn’t know, I thought fillies were um...”

“They told us fillies would make us sick!” Shady said in a hurt tone. Sweetie’s eyes widened at that, and Apple Bloom remembered belatedly, that only she had been privy to the whole “Cooties” story. Far as she knew, no other filly at school knew about it. Just the colts.

“Can’t believe my dad would lie to me,” Featherweight said with a frown.

“Yeah?” Apple Bloom said giving him a sympathetic look.

“Yeah...” he agreed sadly.

“My dad never told me that,” Sweetie said, turning aside and snorting frustratedly. “I just started thinking it all on my own. I’m so stupid!”

“It’s okay, Sweetie!” Apple Bloom appealed, laying a hoof across her back. “You and Rar– your private situation made it seem like it made sense, by yourself. Maybe Featherweight’s dad is just thinkin’ the same thing, and is afraid of his sis-uh, brother havin’ a condition. Maybe his dad told him the same thing!”

Sweetie still looked a bit shaken, but she suggested to Featherweight, “Maybe you should ask your dad. He might just not know that fillies won’t make him angry and crazy.”

“He always gets sort of angry and crazy when I bring it up though,” Featherweight said. “I don’t think he likes me having the same sort of–”

“You should definitely not ask your dad,” Sweetie about-faced abruptly, putting a hoof up on Featherweight’s chest urgently. “Just... trust me on that one,” she added a little disconsolately.

“Please don’t tell anypony’s dad,” Apple Bloom said nervously, “Ah’m in enough trouble already I don’t need your dads tellin’ mah big brother I snuck out.”

Berry chose that moment to jump in, saying, “Let’s make this a kids only club! Even if you have your cutie mark, you can join just as long as you aren’t crazy and sick like adults are.”

“I like that idea,” Sweetie Belle said with a slow nod. Some of the others murmured in agreement, and certainly nopony was against the idea.

“Alright, so here’s what I’m thinking. Boys?,” Apple Bloom said, addressing the colts in the room. “Disc–uh–they say that there’s three fillies for every colt, and your colt stuff can knock out a filly’s estrus for at least a couple days. So, you each pick three fillies to take care of, and do it with each of them in the evening, one after the other, like after dinner maybe. That’ll get them through estrus with minimum effort on your part. And if you feel up to it, you can do more fillies in first break. Whoever looks like she needs it the most. Even if you do, you’ll still have made enough boy stuff for your evening fillies, then.”

“What if two of us pick the same filly?” Shady asked.

Bloom frowned, then answered, “Well you can switch off then, but you still need six fillies total.”

“Who are your three fillies going to be?” Rumble asked Apple Bloom.

Apple Bloom blushed at that, “W-well ah mean I already have Sweetie and Scootaloo, so just one more filly on top of that... Archer probably. But I’m a special case, remember. I can’t stay a colt forever. So if I do Sweetie and Scootaloo and Archer, then turn back into a filly again, then we’ll need at least two more colts between us all.”

She sighed, saying, “That’s why I wanted you to do this so bad, because you’re real colts, and I... I might need your help pretty soon.”

“Hey man,” Shady said clapping Apple Bloom on the shoulder, “...filly,” he added somewhat awkwardly, but continued saying confidently, “Twelve manticores would not stop me from helping you. You’re like the best thing that ever happened to estrus season! Without you, I’d still be hiding in the storm cellar, instead of up here feeling like a million bits.”

“Well I feel like 2 million bits,” Berry said from the other side, leaning against Shady affectionately.

Apple Bloom smiled self consciously saying, “Aw, thanks Shady. But ah also meant that if y’know, you know any other colts, you should get them in on it too. Colts are real important since they’re so... rare...”

Apple Bloom went quiet, walked over to the clubhouse window, then stomped her hoof, “Well that makes sense now, don’t it!” she shouted outside to nopony in particular. Then she walked back to them and continued as if nothing happened, saying,

“So, you got that? You help out the fillies, you show how to do it to any other colts you know, and if any fillies try to jump you, just lick them until they’re squealing and stick it in. Got it?”

“Yes sir!” Shady said.

“This is gonna be so awesome,” Rumble grinned.

Featherweight just... looked the other direction and didn’t say anything, all quiet-like. Apple Bloom would have to talk to him about it later. Hopefully his dad didn’t have the same problem as Rarity. And on that note, she added, “And be discrete!”

Apple Bloom paused and looked aside uncertainly, as she knew her family wasn’t so cruel as to force her or anypony into estrus, and that they did care about her well-being. “Because if those older ponies got word,” she added reluctantly, “Then I’m sure they would find another way to keep fillies in estrus. So, that’s all I got to say.”

She headed for the door, saying, “As I’m technic-ally grounded and currently ‘in my room’ on punishment, can anypony give me a lift to the second story, so nopony figures out I skipped out on it?”

“I will!” Tornado said with a smile, dancing on her hoof tips giddily.

“Well thank you kindly then. Let’s go!” Apple Bloom smiled, ushering the cheery pegasus out the door, calling behind her as she left, “And that don’t mean you can disobey your folks neither! Only if you’re really sure it’s the right thing to do, like with this estrus thing.” Every foal in the clubhouse nodded at least in acknowledgement if not in agreement.

Tornado and Apple Bloom approached the farmhouse from the bushy side, looking left and right for any hardworking farm ponies who might see them. “The coast is clear!” came Apple Bloom’s whisper, and they tiptoed to the edge of the building and zipped around the corner, where Apple Bloom’s room’s window still lay open. It was a difficult, possibly noisy climb to reach, if you weren’t a pegasus. Tornado made it an effortless, silent endeavor though, with only the sounds of a filly’s exertion as she powered Apple Bloom up the short distance, huffing as she heaved Apple Bloom to the window ledge. Apple Bloom caught the window edge on her stubby little legs, tilted over the threshold, and fell in with a soft thump. Apple Bloom stood up and looked forward...

And right there standing in her room, was Apple Bloom, all by herself, with no angry grownups or brothers or sisters anywhere to be seen. The door out to the main hall was still securely closed and locked. Granny could be heard singing something in the first floor kitchen, in that horrible tone deaf voice that she loved so much that nopony ever gave her a hard time for using it. Apple Bloom relievedly zipped back to the window, where Tornado was hovering worriedly, whispering harshly and waving the pegasus foal off like a breezie saying, “Ahm in, now go go!”

Tornado saluted, then descended like a stone and took off on a dead gallop for the bushes. Soon the shuffling bushes were the only evidence that anything had ever been amiss at all. Apple Bloom turned from the window and rushed to her saddlebags, pulling out some textbooks on history and science, laying them out on the floor, placing her little notebook open to some old notes, next to the science book open to the chapter on plasmagorics. She bit out a pencil and let it lay on the paper, releasing it to let it fall naturally.

Then she leapt over and pounded on the door to the main hall, shouting, “Granny! Ah gotta use the loo!”

That was just about perfect, because the bathroom was right near the toilet room, and that let Apple Bloom take a quick shower, scrubbing herself off real quick to hopefully throw off any filly smells that her brother’s more sensitive and easily offended nose could pick up on. Once she took care of cleaning herself off, she just got to studying, for real this time.

As the adrenalin of running across the orchard—and also that other stuff—was wearing off, Apple Bloom was starting to feel pretty crummy about herself. She just kept imagining the look on her brother’s face when he found out she was deceiving him, how hurt he’d look, and how disappointed the others would look at her. Applejack hated dishonest ponies, and Apple Bloom was trying to be as honest as she could, but... some truths she just didn’t feel comfortable talking about.

It just wasn’t entirely right what she did today. Apple Bloom loved the thrill, and the whole making boy stuff thing, and the gratitude every filly felt for what she figured out how to give them. She found the task of avoiding getting caught to be a captivatingly fascinating conundrum for her brain to latch onto. But that same brain was latching onto a different conundrum, one lots more challenging than some easy scheme like how to sneak out of your room when you’re grounded. A conundrum called how to do this right without even needing to break the rules.

Scary thing is, even that second conundrum she figured out. Since all Apple Bloom could do today to stimulate herself mentally was loads of incredibly boring review and exercises, she had plenty of time to lay out plans. As the day went on, and she rolled it over in her head, some possible solutions were starting to present themselves to her consideration. If she played her cards right, Apple Bloom might even be able to change things, for the better! All she had to do was keep them from sussing what she did today, and she could get off on good behavior.

But no, dinner at the Apple Family that evening was somber as a grave. Her family’s gazes were boring holes in the table, and nopony was willing to look at anypony else. Apple Bloom’s well made plans to use her good behavior to get more time to be with fillies, were fraying apart like unstopped rope, because it appeared that no matter how careful she’d been, even with a musical number to boot, Apple Bloom had somehow been ...discovered.

“Hey can ye pass the cheese pertaders?” Granny said, snapping Apple Bloom out of her dread. Apple Bloom slid the hot ceramic plate over with a hoof whereupon Granny congenially took a potato half and proceeded to cause every senior citizen on the planet with false teeth to sympathetically hang their heads in shame. She sure was enthusiastic about eating it. Not that Apple Bloom could blame her. These cheese potatoes were the best.

But besides Granny? Applejack was just sitting there, cutting at her wheat wrapped broccoli, staring down on it and taking far too much care in cutting it into pieces. Big Mac wasn’t much better, looking down at his plate and taking too much time to chew, swirling his bread around to mop up sauce from the plate, just munching silently and resolutely. Apple Bloom figured the jig must be up, because nopony seemed to want to say anything, and they wouldn’t look her in the eye, but it wasn’t fair! Why didn’t they just yell at her and be done with it? This wasn’t anything like how her family should have operated. Apple Bloom felt like she’d done something worse’n terrible, that they couldn’t even talk to her about.

“I’m sorry—” she tried to say.

“Nothin’ to be sorry about,” Applejack spat resentfully without looking up.

“Long as you don’t do things you shouldn’t,” Big Mac cautioned, looking at Applejack.

“Like sneaking up on your siblings,” Applejack offered calmly, cutting up more broccoli.

“Like I had to sneak up,” Big Mac retorted hotly, “You wouldn’t have heard a train approachin’”

“Ah wouldn’t?” Apple Bloom asked confusedly, “Why would ah—”

“You shouldn’t try to run your sibling’s lives,” Applejack muttered darkly to Apple Bloom. “Treatin’ them like little foals,”

“Unless they’re actin’ like little foals,” Big Mac said to Apple Bloom, paying close attention to swirling his bread around on that plate.

“Little foals don’t need a stallion!” Applejack snapped, her knife slipping as she pushed down too hard.

“Why would ah need a stallion?” Apple Bloom protested loudly. “I am a stallion!”

Both Applejack and Big Mac turned to her, Applejack with an a fearful yet longing expression in her narrowed eyes, and Big Mac looking a bit more disinterested as he said dismissively, “You’ll understand when you’re older, Apple Bloom.”

Applejack took in a swift breath at that, and then practically screamed, “As if you could ever understand!” jumping to her hooves and just shaking with barely repressed anger. But she wasn’t talking to Apple Bloom at all. Applejack was staring directly at Big Mac, with an expression that wavered between hot anger, and guilt.

Granny chose that moment to speak up, saying in as gentle a voice as she ever used, “Applejack, it’s just a few more weeks you gotta hold out. We can work something out for next year, maybe some weddin’ bells ringing, ey?”

With everypony looking at her, Applejack took in a sobbing breath and said tensely, but evenly, “I’m gonna get some tea.” Then she turned around, and trotted out of the dining room, disappearing into the kitchen. Apple Bloom’s heart was aching, watching her sister trapped in such distress. Applejack had never had an estrus this bad. What had happened this year that was setting her off? Apple Bloom stood up too, to comfort her sister somehow, but she didn’t get two steps toward the kitchen before Big Mac said sharply,

“Nope!”

Apple Bloom looked back at him disbelievingly, and he closed his eyes and said, “You’re a stallion, Apple Bloom. You’ll just make it even worse for her.”

Apple Bloom gulped. She had totally... no, yes she had totally forgotten about that. She was a stallion now. She could comfort her sister so good that her estrus went away entirely! She could... no she shouldn’t even be thinking of those things. It was Applejack, a big grown pony. A little colt couldn’t— could they? Apple Bloom just didn’t know. Everything she thought about what was proper was called into question by this estrus thing. Maybe she could help after all, and maybe not, but... there was just no conceivable reason that Apple Bloom could think that being a stallion would make her sister worse. Either Apple Bloom just had to put it in and Applejack would feel better, or there wasn’t a problem. And that left only one thing absolutely sure.

Big Macintosh was lying to her.

Apple Bloom’s earlier deception didn’t feel so, bad as she asked Big Macintosh hurtfully, desperate for some explanation behind his strange behavior, “Aren’t stallions what she... needs?”

“Nope,” said Big Mac, “Not until she’s married.”

Apple Bloom scuffed a hoof, turning to Big Mac and saying, “Does she really have to be married? Couldn’t a stallion just—”

“Nope,” Big Mac said.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s wrong.”

“Why is it wrong though?”

“Because it leads to the ruination of society!” Big Mac shouted, his mouth hanging open a second, before he closed it and turned away, standing up and clopping out of the room, in the exact opposite direction from the kitchen.

Apple Bloom just didn’t know what to think anymore. Granny spoke up saying, “Get back to yer room Apple Bloom. I’ll go comfort her, don’t you worry.” Apple Bloom sighed, but lowered her head in submission, turning to head for the stairs, while Granny hurried into the kitchen. If Granny was lucky, she might actually reach the kitchen sometime this evening.

Unlike Apple Bloom, Diamond Tiara was having a very good evening. The beautiful princess walked gracefully through her hallway into her extra room. Because she was such a good girl, her daddy gave her not just one, but two rooms all to herself. One had a stunning four poster bed, covered in the softest downy mattress, and clean crisp sheets expertly folded for her every morning by her servants. The one she strode into regally tonight had a lower set bed, with a sturdier mattress, covered in a ruby red sheet, with a brass frame and bedknobs. Diamond Tiara didn’t know what she would do if she had to make do with only one room, but she didn’t because Daddy had money, and he knew how to fool the stupid ponies, and whoever could get those ponies’ money, got to have anything they wanted. Both of them were perfect rooms for her, and both were hers, and that’s how you knew something was good.

Diamond had a mountain of plush toys in her first room, and she knew all of them by name. Her favorite was a plush deer named Mrs. Miffles. Diamond Tiara liked her best because deer were a mystical creature who lived far away in the woods, who had a noble society that never had to be mean to each other or teach other deeries a lesson. In her second room there were also some plush toys she wasn’t as fond of, mostly bears and such. They were placed tastefully around the room, to give it a certain ambience, but not really used for cuddling.

The wallpaper in this second room was decorated in large pastel letters, the first few of the alphabet, repeated in a pattern. Several of her early foalhood drawings were also presented on the walls, though now that she was a big successful grownup princess she preferred painting on canvas. Diamond placed her tiara up on a thick oak bedstand, on which a lamp was brightly lighting up the entire room with its light bulb. She leaped up on the bed, the springs bouncing lightly under her sensitive hooves.

She rolled on her back then, and curled her hooves daintily to her chest, spreading her legs so her labia could be seen from the door, sparing a smirk at just why she was in such a good mood. It was all those stupid ponies at school, who were so easy to mislead. It made her smile because she was different than those other ponies. She was special, like a princess. She never had to suffer or worry, because all her problems were already taken care of for her. Diamond Tiara was worth money, and that meant she could have whatever she wanted when she needed it. And that led naturally to the other reason she was in a good mood.

Granted, she wanted to laugh at that overstyled greying pompadour he called a mane when he stuck his head in the door. He didn’t even bother knocking, and even though she knew he was on her schedule, it was still rather rude. But that was the way he liked to do it, and the more she made things his way, the easier it was to get his money. She really wished he would keep those sunglasses on, even as he took them off as expected, because the way he looked at her sort of made her feel dirty and not like a princess at all. She certainly wasn’t in a good mood because of him. Grade-A quality douchebag, just like every other pony she ever met, especially the ones who pretended they were nice.

“What are you doing in my room?” Diamond Tiara said in a rising note of alarm. Her legs were spread wide when he had walked in, and she closed them teasingly, writhing to the corner of the bed with the appearance of cringing away fearfully. “How did you get in here?” Oh yes that sparked the fire in his eyes. This pony loved when you made everything about him sound more important than anything else. He said nothing, only climbed heedlessly onto the bed, sliding across it to reach with a hoof confidently, even arrogantly, stroking the fresh twinkling cutie mark on Diamond Tiara’s thigh.

“What a grown up little filly you are,” he said at last, his hoof teasing toward the inner thigh that she somehow managed to summon the willpower to keep closed, resisting him just enough to keep him interested. “Though not so grown up that you know what I’m going to do to you...”

She shivered at his words, using it to put a tremble in her voice, saying, “Are you going to hurt me?” looking straight into his eyes with the widest, fullest most innocent look she could pull off. He smiled indulgently and firmly pried her legs apart, saying,

“Only if you are a bad little filly.”

For a moment actual fear flared in her chest as the larger, more powerful stallion pushed her roughly up against the headboard. But Diamond knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Daddy was right nearby, and he would come and save her if she screamed. If she did scream though it would mean no money, and then she really would be a bad little filly, so Diamond Tiara was not going to scream. Just like everypony said, let the other ponies have what they want and you can take all their money, and then you will have anything you ever wanted. She struggled weakly against his firming grasp, saying,

“Oh please, don’t hurt me! I’ll do anything you want!” making sure to swish her tail just enough to have an effect on him, without him noticing. He spread the treasure between her legs like a gourmet buffet, inhaling delicately as he savored her scent. With his head between her legs, his underside was too far away for her to smell herself, but Diamond wasn’t here for her sake. It wouldn’t be long anyway, before his scent was all over the room, and all over her body.

“You are going to make me feel very good, little filly,” he smirked, “You shouldn’t think of anything else.”

He began to massage her labia, in that careless clumsy way that she wished she could correct. She wished she could yell at him in fact, tell him off, tell him that what he was doing would never make her feel anything but more and more frustrated, tell him how to touch her, and what she had figured out herself that would make her hindquarters squirm with joy. Instead she told him, “Please stop. You are making me feel funny!”

“Your feelings don’t matter,” he said, looming over her with his penis dangling and ready. “Little slut, you are nothing. All you should ever worry about is me.”

She let a tear drip from her eye and turned away from his burning gaze with a sob, saying as if it were the hardest thing in the world for her to say, “Yes... sir.” letting her legs slacken and arching as best as she could—without seeming too aggressive—trying hungrily to line him up with her entrance.

He stroked Diamond Tiara’s cheek gently, trailing underneath her chin while Diamond Tiara wiggled impatiently. Couldn’t he get started already? What was the big holdup? She just wanted to feel it at this point, had to fight to stop losing herself in the very desire that he required her not to have. It’s not like she wanted him but she wanted something! The lack of stimulation on her most sensitive parts, with a penis so close to doing it, was just maddening.

Then Diamond Tiara’s desire sunk abruptly into the pit of her stomach, when he stuck a hoof in her carefully groomed, beautiful mane, and yanked her bodily up, smacking the back of her head against the wall the bed was against. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, filly,” he said in a resentful, almost hateful tone, which brought out an actual honest whimper from Tiara. He didn’t do this last time!

But then there was his dick prodding at her labia, huge between her legs. It was going to be okay after all. Instead of sighing with the relief that flooded her when that turgid flesh finally stroked her drippy petals , Diamond hid her face in her hooves saying in a lost, scared voice, “I-I-I’m sorry...”

“Filly, look at me,” he said, gently cupping her chin again. She hesitated, not because she was scared to, but because she knew what he was going to say next, and she knew he wanted to say it. He wanted to... tell her what to do, and for her to be just bad enough, that he doesn’t have to care about her when he does this.

“You will look at me,” he said disapprovingly, in a commanding voice, “I want to see your face when I take what is mine.”

Diamond Tiara obediently turned her head up and looked into his eyes, with skillfully narrowed pupils and shallow frightened breaths. As he began to penetrate her, Diamond adopted a look of open mouthed shock, instead of the drunken smile she wanted to make, as her insides were finally spread wide. She wished it would stop there, but of course he had to keep going.

She let her eyes relax and her lips purse into an unrequited kiss, instead of the slightly pained grimace she wanted to make, when her passage reached its limit and he heedlessly pushed forward. She struggled to contain him in her hips, but good grief. Why did stallions have to be so... big? The expression on the stallion’s face was just exquisite as he did it, enthusiastically shoving his hips forward to drive himself deeper inside, his mind full of pure pleasure. But Diamond Tiara?

She tried to enjoy it, and she loved the idea of him in there, but it was just too hard to get comfortable around him. He had to be at least twice her size, and his dick was no exception to that. As much as she tried to put on a pleased face, it’s a lot more fun to suck on a popsicle than to suck on a log. He couldn’t push himself all the way in before hitting her vagina bottom thing, painfully and repeatedly. She was so full that he hardly flared at all, when he did flare. Diamond dutifully did her best to squirm around and squeeze on his penis with her sore walls, pretending she was having the time of her life, while still begging him to stop. He really liked it when she begged like that, and that meant this whole thing would be over quicker.

When he started doing it in her, a satisfied moan escaped before Diamond Tiara could hold it back. She cut off in terror, but it didn’t look like he noticed. Too busy doing it in her. Hehe, doing it. The stallion’s penis pumped inside her powerfully, Diamond’s overstuffed cunt quickly overflowing with his seed. It burbled and slimed around the source of his penetration of her, while Diamond kneaded contently at his chest, idly waiting for him to run out. She normally hated dirtying her carefully groomed coat, but when this happened Diamond just wanted to get it all over her. She loved how it trickled down her crotch onto the silk sheets, and even how it got all sticky. Sometimes Diamond didn’t even wash it out from inside like she was supposed to.

And sometimes... she would think of the pregnant mares she had seen in Ponyville. Something about the idea that what this stallion was doing was the key to making her belly huge and gravid just made Diamond want it so much more. When the stallion started ejaculating, Diamond let pleasant thoughts dance through her head of what a lovely pony her foal would be, nestled in her so heavily down there. She wasn’t allowed to do it for real, but it was nice to think about.

When she felt no more spurts jet within her, Diamond removed her hooves from his chest quickly, curling them in an apparantly nervous and hesitant manner, that her stallion would no doubt expect. Her indulgent smile was skillfully replaced with a look of horror before he even thought to look down at her again.

“Oh no!” she exclaimed sounding beside herself with worry, “What did you do?!”

“It’s too late,” he said gleefully, “You’ll never be a filly again. Your purity is mine forever.”

“Please, I was saving myself!” she cried plaintively, grabbing the bedstand and holding on tight. Sure enough, he pulled out of her roughly. It only took him two tries. She felt a hot twinge of pain as he yanked out. She hoped it wasn’t bleeding again. That was so hard to take care of.

“Nopony will ever love you!” he declared dramatically, sweeping on his sunglasses and trying to look suave when he said, “I am the only one who will touch a filthy thing like you.”

She lay on the bed limp and weak, holding a hoof out to him crying pitifully, “Please, stay with me!”

“You will see me later,” the stallion asserted confidently and coldly. Then without another word, he walked out of the room. Diamond Tiara looked after him longingly for a few seconds, until she heard the muted sounds of him and Daddy talking. She let the look of longing on her her face fall to a disgusted grimace then. That one was such a drama queen. She wished she wouldn’t see him later, but he still had money left, and whoever had money got to have anything they wanted. She just had to get all his money from him, then she could shove his attitude right in his smug face.

Diamond Tiara might have mentioned she was in a good mood, and she was, really. No really. Even having to deal with stupid ponies like him. As she lay on her belly, and played with her slimy nether lips covered in stallion cum, she cooed happily, curling her toes at the feel of it inside her. She was in a good mood because estrus made this so much easier.

The other fillies at school were so clueless about estrus, and since she wasn’t friends with any of them, Diamond Tiara could keep the secret all to herself. She wanted to tell somepony sometimes, especially about the jerks who bonked her head on the wall, but daddy said that friendship was a bad idea, and they were all idiots, so it was their fault she never had anypony to talk to. Except Silver, but she was pretty much in the same situation, so there wasn’t anything Diamond could say, that she didn’t already know. Diamond wasn’t supposed to be friends with her anyway, so had to be really careful about getting caught hanging out with her.

But that was other fillies’ problems. Diamond was special because she was glad she had estrus. Thanks to estrus, the stallions couldn’t even hold back anymore, and Diamond Tiara actually started wanting them inside her. Or at least their stallion stuff. Estrus made her body so alive to their touch. The tea to make sure a foal didn’t end up in her belly was totally worth the way estrus made her feel. It made her feel beautiful again, like she could escape to a magical land where she was happy all the time, and never had to deal with all these stupid ponies ever again. Sometimes Diamond fantasized that her real mother wasn’t even a pony, and would come one day to take her away to that place.

Diamond Tiara felt another twinge of hot pain inside her, but ignored it, focusing instead on the deliciously satisfying feeling of playing with her own vaginal lips, the right way. The way she deserved.

Author's Note

Bottling Heaven

Dear Princess Celestia,
I’m sure you know the situation right now, with Discord and Apple Bloom.
I realise estrus is very important, and you can’t make exceptions for just one mare,
But given the special circumstances I feel a small adjustment might

Applejack crumpled up the letter and threw it in the pile in the wastebasket with the others. Biting on the quill in the dark of the early morning she tried again.

Dear Princess Celestia,
I don’t mean to make a fuss, but with two brothers in the house things are getting mighty difficult for me.
Whatever Discord did to Apple Bloom is just making it hard to keep myself to your teachings.
Did he have to make Apple Bloom so ~~handsome~~

Applejack actually crossed out that last word before crumpling up the letter and throwing it in the pile. Her next letter she only got as far as “I promise if you just hold off estrus this one year I’ll get married right away” before throwing it in the pile. Applejack couldn’t think of anything more possibly offensive than the chosen bearer of Honesty itself lying to the Princess, and Applejack just did not have any idea how she was going to find time to fall in love next year, much less get married.

Other letters in the pile had phrases written on them like, “I was wondering if you could maybe turn off estrus a bit,” “It’s wrong of you to make mares suffer like this,” “Could you send my brother to the moon so I can get a nice fat (trailing off into scribbles),” “All I want is to be loved, is that so much to ask??” and “Do you know any hard working available stallions you could introduce me to once marriage is legal again?”

And now she was out of paper.

Applejack let her forehead smack against the writing easel. Her nethers felt so engorged that she couldn’t even practically close her legs together. Not without the need for a hot stallion to mount exploding in her brain. She just couldn’t make herself ask Celestia to do something she didn’t do for any other mare in Equestria. Applejack was quite possibly one of less than a dozen mares with a direct line to the princess’s ear, and she just couldn’t think of what to say.

The apples needed their form of estrus to fertilize their fruits, so she couldn’t just ask her to call off estrus or change the day lengths just to make it more convenient, because it’d kill the harvest. Applejack couldn’t ask her to magic Applejack into being a stallion like Apple Bloom, for a number of reasons. First off because it was ludicrous in the first place, and probably only Discord could do it. Second off, if the princess could do that then there were ponies who needed life saving treatments who took higher priority. There were whole worlds to save that the Princess could help first, and one horny mare just wasn’t worth losing something like that. And, last off, maybe just a little, Applejack couldn’t cotton to becoming a stallion because she was afraid she would never go back, after getting a taste of freedom like that, and that meant she couldn’t have no foals. Just... everything Applejack worked out, didn’t work out.

Applejack just didn’t know what to do. She looked out her door, to where Apple Bloom’s room was down the hall. Maybe if she didn’t wake him up she could–no, no that would be wrong. That would be worse than wrong. But maybe just a little, no no no. Maybe just, maybe she’d just go see if Apple Bloom was awake, you know, just to check on him. Her. Him.

Soon as Applejack walked in Apple Bloom’s room, she knew this was a mistake. This wasn’t no filly’s room anymore. Applejack was crossing her legs from the delicious musky boy stench that seemed to linger over every inch of this place. Her saving grace was Apple Bloom’s window, lifted open in the summer night, the curtains swaying softly in a cool breeze. Applejack stumbled over to it as quiet as she could and looked outside, taking a breath that wasn’t full of colt. The sun hadn’t quite started to come up yet, and it was hard to see anything out there. The stars were still twinkling overhead. Her ear picked up a rustling in the bushes, probably some critter after her root vegetables again. Nothing else broke the silence of the night.

Applejack turned toward Apple Bloom’s bed with a sense of excitement and dread. Was she really going to—no no, of course not. She would never do that. Just checking on him. Seeing if he’s awake. Maybe he got another stiffy. Maybe... no no, she was just going to touch those bedcovers with a hoof and gently nudge them saying,

“...Apple Bloom?”

There was no response so she nudged a bit harder saying, “Apple Bloom?”

Apple Bloom turned over in his bed looking at Applejack blinking his eyes tiredly, going “Huh? Sis?” in that that colt voice of his.

“Uh ah–ah–ah–ah was just–” Applejack backed up fidgeting on her hooves struggling mightily not to make a huge mistake. “Ah gotta go,” she said, retreating out of the room and returning to her bed, then just burying herself under the covers.

It was only when she started to feel calmer and more relaxed, that Applejack realized that she had her own hoof jammed right up against her swollen nethers, rubbing that tender flesh like a dying mare crawling through a parched wasteland seeks water. She tore her hoof away, and bit down on her soft pastern hard. The pain always helped clear her head. She wasn’t going to make the mistake of orgasming this year, not with what it did to her head during estrus, and to her girl place.

She felt a burning need to prepare her lady parts for somepony, but the only colt she could present for was–and, she wasn’t like that. She would just... she would just find a nice non-related older stallion, and take care of herself that way, and Big Mac would be none the wiser, and that would be the end of that. Applejack refused to believe that she wanted or even needed that... thing Apple Bloom had, that she wasn’t going to think about.

It’d all work out fine. It had to. But until it did, for all night and the rest of the morning until the cock crowed, Applejack didn’t get one single lick of sleep.

Apple Bloom, on the other hand, slept really well. Sweetie Belle smiled at that, and wondered why she was thinking about how Apple Bloom slept last night, but that’s okay because she just had strange thoughts sometimes. She was being pulled along by the ever so fast Scootaloo, whose wings propelled both of them so fast it made Sweetie Belle’s heart skip. She trusted her friend though, and Scootaloo had never made a bad decision about where to go, just scary ones sometimes.

Their quest was simple: find a better way to share boy goo besides a cup. The solution had proven surprisingly unobvious though. The initial idea of the hospital seemed like a good one, since that’s where Sweetie Belle went to have her girl parts looked at, but after spending all afternoon searching through every drawer for a syringe, every one they found was far too tiny to contain enough. Then they got caught, and they called in the police ponies again, and it was really scary. Scootaloo managed to escape, but Sweetie Belle was sent home to think about what she’d done, and her parents were very disappointed in her. Though to be fair, that’s about all they ever were in her, so she didn’t even get punished when she was honestly truly sorry for trespassing on hospital property, and endangering herself just to “get a cutie mark.”

She wanted to tell them why it really was important to her, but they didn’t really care very much anyway, as long as she wasn’t “robbing a bank.” Boy stuff was so important, she and Scootaloo had put off cutie mark acquisition to take care of estrus, and that was pretty gosh darn important. Before her bottom had started to tickle so insistently, Sweetie Belle could think of nothing she wanted more than a pretty picture on her thigh. She wanted to make sure estrus was taken care of, so she could enjoy such simple pleasures again. So, Sweetie set out the next morning, determined to find a solution, and her pearly white hooves took her all the way to the school house before she found Scootaloo.

Onto Scootaloo’s wagon she jumped, and down the road the two of them zoomed, the wind ruffling Sweetie’s mane as she held on with every bump and rut in the road. Their first destination today was the odds-and-ends shop. It didn’t have anything that looked like they could use, but it was just to check. The hardware store might have something more, but for now they were going to the dairy.

The long building that the cows leased on Ponyville land was where they sold their milk and cheese, and hopefully sold their ways to carry and deliver that milk and cheese. The barn was decorated like the other houses, but with only one story, and not a single staircase or ladder to be seen, and a brightly highlighted twin set of crossed milk bottles on the sign on their front door. Scootaloo slid her scootar and wagon sideways to halt precisely at that door and jumped off, removing her helmet and facing Sweetie Belle jauntily.

“Ah don’t get it,” Apple Bloom said quite some time later, “What did you expect to find at a cow shop, that was gonna work better than a cup?”

“Look!” Sweetie said brightly to Scootaloo, pointing up at the illustration on the dairy barn’s sign, “Milk bottles!”

While Scootaloo stayed outside, Sweetie Belle went into the front, which was set up like a store front for selling milk. There was a cow standing there who had splotches all over her in two colors, brown and white. Sweetie asked the nice splotchy cow, “Excuse me, madam. I wish to contain something that is a lot like milk.”

“Oh hello there dearie,” the cow lady behind the counter said said in a Cownadian accent, “Would you like to buy some milk for your growing bones?”

“No thank you,” Sweetie Belle said politely. “I just want the container.”

“Oooh,” said the cow pensively, “We don’t sell those.”

Sweetie stared questioningly, saying “But then how do ponies get the milk bottles?”

“We deliver them, of course,” said the cow offhoovedly.

“But how, if you don’t sell them?”

“We can give them to the ponies and pick them up later,” the cow explained. “We re-use them! Replacing a bottle costs more than the milk inside. So no, we don’t sell those.”

“I guess that makes sense...” Sweetie said unhappily, turning to leave. “Thank you for your time.”

“Any time dearie. Good day to you!”

Sweetie Belle walked out of the dairy disgruntledly, but when she got to the wagon Scootaloo was standing there and there were milk bottles inside!

“How did you get those?” Sweetie Belle exclaimed peeking under the tarp.

“Well while you were asking at the front I went around and uh, asked at the back, and I managed to be pretty uh, convincing!” Scootaloo stammered out confidently.

“Oh, thank you, Scootaloo!” Sweetie said giving her friend a hug, and to her surprise Scootaloo didn’t push her away like she usually did. Just smiled at her when they were done hugging, with a peaceful look in her eyes.

“I like hugging, okay?” Scootaloo would say later. “Yeah yeah I know, but it’s not namby pamby if it’s Sweetie Belle!”

Their next stop was going to be the hardware store, but they had their containers now, so instead Sweetie decided that they were going to go spend her allowance on something tasty, instead of something important. Scootaloo heartily agreed, and they made a beeline, along with a beelike noise, for Sugarcube Corner.

Pinkie Pie appeared to be challenging herself, by serving treats using solely cartwheels for locomotion. She was really good at it too, so she must have been practicing a long time. It was really funny too, and made both Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo laugh with how silly she looked. Sweetie treated Scootaloo to a milkshake, and Scootaloo picked her usual favorite, a hearty barley rye cream, one with a vitamin booster, while Sweetie took her usual favorite which is a sweet vanilla cream with the little cherry on the top if they have them. It was then that Scootaloo made an incredible discovery.

“It wasn’t that incredible,” Scootaloo said later that afternoon looking at Apple Bloom embarassedly. “It’s just sort of obvious, you know?”

“It was so!” protested Sweetie Belle, “You solved all our problems in one fell swoop!”

“Weren’t we done with the flashbacks?” Apple Bloom remarked hesitantly.

“Of course, silly,” Sweetie Belle chided her, “This is a flashforward.”

So Sweetie was enjoying her sweet vanilla cream together with Scootaloo in Sugarcube Corner, when Scootaloo spat out what she was drinking, saying excitedly, “Sweetie Belle, look!”

Sweetie looked and saw Pinkie Pie preparing tarts with buttery frosting swirls on top. She didn’t really see the significance though, as the pony alternated between which of her four legs was holding the dessert decorator, so she could continue a sort of cartwheel motion, still somehow managing to put a neat swirl of frosting on each tart.

“I don’t see it,” she said disappointedly, looking to Scootaloo for more information, but Scootaloo was already running across the eatery towards Pinkie Pie shouting,

“Pinkie Pie!”

The pink pony stopped as her name was called but, happened to be upside down at the time. “Who’s there?” came her shout from the floor behind the counter.

“It’s me, Scootaloo!” Scootaloo said, fluttering to try to see over the counter. Her wings needed a spa trip though, so she couldn’t make it very high.

“I do not need a,” Scootaloo later said, sticking out her tongue, “Spa trip. Don’t make me hurl!”

“They’re fun though! I like it when Rarity takes me,” Sweetie Belle would soon say, but faltered a bit saying, “Maybe she can take me again, when her estrus is over.”

“Can we just get this flash...whatever thing over with?” Apple Bloom said cuttingly. “Get to the point already!”

When Scootaloo cried out her own name to the pony across the counter, Pinkie righted herself, though it sort of looked like she was refolding through her own body instead of just dropping on all fours and standing up straight. Most ponies told you not to look directly at Pinkie Pie for long periods of time, but Sweetie Belle never had a problem with it, and just found the party pony pleasantly silly. At any rate, once Pinkie righted herself, Scootaloo pointed at......

And later during the flash forward, Sweetie and Scootaloo would both demonstrate, spreading their forelegs dramatically at what lay displayed between them, shouting........

“What is that?” Scootaloo said captivatedly.

“Oh this thing?” Pinkie said, looking at the thing in her left hoof for finishing the tarts. “It’s called a dessert decorator. You push the plunger here and the buttery cream squirts out the other end and covers whatever you point it at. It’s great for filling things. It’s better than a frosting bag, because you can control the flow easier, and ensure that every little bit of delicious frosty goodness gets exactly where it needs to be!”

“Can we borrow it?” Scootaloo asked eagerly.

“Oh, don’t be silly,” Pinkie laughed, “I need it to... wait”

Pinkie Pie can be really strange sometimes. Because... she squinted and looked at both Sweetie and Scootaloo, and then her eyes got really big, and then she just started laughing. Not a mean laugh like, laughing at them, and they weren’t even doing anything funny, or anything at all! Pinkie just... couldn’t hold it in, and she was laughing so hard she was gasping for breath, and rolling on the floor, pounding the tile with her forehoof desperately.

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo exchanged a very justifiably nervous glance and Sweetie said, “Sorry... Pinkie... we’ll just be going then...”

“No wait!” Pinkie Pie shrieked, there on her back, stretching a hoof out toward them as she made the herculean effort to stand. “Just... I... wait right there!” and then Pinkie ran to the kitchen, abandoning any idea of cartwheels for sheer blinding speed. There was a crashing sound as some things fell out of a cabinet and bounced on the hard floor, and then Pinkie rushed back out again, except this time she had a pot on her head, and a spatula tangled in her tail and a bunch of dessert decorators wrapped in her right hoof.

“I have like four spares,” Pinkie said indulgently, shoving the bulky contraptions at the fillies. Scootaloo just took them, but Sweetie was hesitant, wishing she hadn’t bought those milkshakes after all. She didn’t have much leftover after that.

“How... much?” Sweetie asked looking at her little hip purse with trepidation.

“Welllll,” Pinkie said, looking up and doing a few quick hoof calculations, “It was pretty top quality, so I’d say 10 seconds should cover the cost, so that means you still have 37 seconds of store credit.”

Sweetie just stared blankly.

“You made me laugh, silly!” Pinkie said to Sweetie with a smile. “I love laughing! The (snerk) decorators are on me.”

“But how... did we make you... laugh?” Sweetie asked haltingly.

“It’s best not to question it,” both Scootaloo and Pinkie Pie said in a simultaneous deadpan.

There was a pause.

“Hey!” Scootaloo and Pinkie Pie both said.

“Stop it!” they said in unison, except Scootaloo was shouting at Pinkie. Scootaloo gave a frustrated look and fussed about for a second before exclaiming,

“Tyrannosaurus!”

at the same time Pinkie said,

“Blarnoflamphawitz! Oh no! You got me.....” And then Pinkie clutched her heart and started to lose her hooves, falling one way, then another, groaning in a way that didn’t really sound very painful. She finally decided to die on top of Scootaloo, who pushed Pinkie Pie away as the dying pony leaned heavily against the filly, and Scootaloo was the one now who couldn’t stop laughing. Where Pinkie Pie got a fresh lily wasn’t clear, but by the time she was laid out peaceful and serene, Scootaloo was dancing in triumphant, hyperactive glee and actually jumped on Pinkie Pie’s chest and snarfed up the lily, then gallopped out of Sugarcube corner when Pinkie sat up suddenly, clutching her bitten off lily stalk going, “Hey!!”

Scootaloo didn’t return then, which was kind of odd, but Pinkie Pie didn’t seem surprised, just sort of sad looking. “Don’t forget these,” she said to Sweetie, pointing at the fallen decorators. “And tell your friend that she’s not in trouble I promise, and I would really really reeeeeally be happy if she would come back in and finish her shake with you.”

So Sweetie nosed the decorators to roll across the floor out Sugarcube Corner and to where Scootaloo was waiting by her wagon. They loaded them up, and Sweetie explained to Scootaloo what a sensitive pony Pinkie is, and how she needs Scootaloo to not run away from her, even if Scootaloo is in trouble, which she’s not. It sounded better in Sweetie Belle’s head. Scootaloo agreed though, all too happy to when she remembered her half eaten shake.

The two of them were fed and happy on their way back to the CMC clubhouse. Pinkie was a very smart pony, because Sweetie Belle couldn’t pull the wagon this fast, only Scootaloo could, and that meant Scootaloo had to eat a lot of food and always make sure to finish it. Once in the clubhouse, they deliberated on what to do about Apple Bloom.

“She wants to obey her family!” Scootaloo asserted unusually supportive of, well, obedience in any shape or form. “We can’t just tell her to run away.”

“She’s going to be totally stir crazy!” Sweetie countered, “She’s been in that room all day! And we need her help.”

“Can’t we get another colt?”

“Well, um,” Sweetie said disappointedly, “I sort of... wanted her to be the one we could try it on. I want to see what her... flare looks like.”

“Oh,” Scootaloo said with an unreadable expression on her face, “Yeah, yeah I want her to be the one too.”

“We can do it with Rumble later,” Sweetie asserted, “He needs to have all his boy stuff for the last of the fillies in class. But for now, we need to find a way to get—Apple Bloom!!”

Scootaloo lifted her head up at the change in Sweetie’s tone of voice, when she said Apple Bloom’s name. Sweetie was already gallopping for the clubhouse door, where a surprised looking Apple Bloom, in all that dreamy colty goodness, had just trotted up. The three of them were soon together, with Sweetie and Scootaloo on either side of Apple Bloom, nuzzling her warmly and walking with her into the club.

“How did you get away?” Scootaloo asked admiringly.

“Are you in trouble?” Sweetie asked worriedly.

“No, no, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom corrected, “Everything is fine. This is how it went.”

“So mah sister and Big Mac are kinda... fightin’” Apple Bloom pondered, sitting there on the clubhouse floor, “And it’s... about me, ah think. Maybe. And about my sister’s estrus. You know, I never noticed until this season, but she’s been getting real upset about it, this time, and every time I see her trying to walk normal it just makes me wince thinking about what she’s going through.”

“Is she getting... mean?” Sweetie asked worriedly.

“No, no,” Apple Bloom waved a hoof dismissively, “She’s gettin’ like... sad, or somethin’. And my big dumb brother is just makin’ it worse, so they’re fightin’. Anyway, they were fightin’ like I said, and must’ve been arguing about me or something, because Big Mac comes stompin’ up to mah room where I’m going off the wall trying to find somethin’ to do, and he just says I can go play, just like that.”

Apple Bloom looked aside then, saying, “Applejack was right nearby, and she said she didn’t believe Big Mac had the uh... balls to do it. And Big Macintosh just said there was no problem, and that my sis was wrong about him, and that I had to be home for evenin’ chores. Then he told me to be real careful and watch out for mares and... then Applejack gave him a look and he clammed up and just walked out into the orchard to buck trees.”

Apple Bloom lifted a leg to look underneath her, adding, “Ah never understood why ponies who are brave have balls. These things make me lots more worried than brave. You gotta be careful with them!”

Scootaloo looked like she wanted to comment, but Apple Bloom stood straight again, saying, “And that’s mah story. Now what are you two doin here, and what’s with all that junk?”

One short antirecap later, the two fillies triumphantly exclaimed, “Dessert decorators!”

Apple Bloom was still thoroughly confused. “But why decorators?” she repeated, “You gonna decorate mah penis or something?”

Sweetie Belle burst into helpless giggles at that, so Scootaloo took over for her saying, “No, we’re gonna use it for your boy stuff!”

Apple Bloom boggled. “Boy stuff?!”

Scootaloo nodded, “Sure, here, lemme show you.” She paused, and then added, “And get on your back so we can all see you, down ...there.”

Apple Bloom did so amiably, not exactly sure what Scootaloo was going to do that involved her penis and a dessert decorator, that didn’t involve decorating her penis. Scootaloo didn’t even use it at first, just lay the decorator down and walked up to Apple Bloom. She stopped short staring, when she realized she was just casually walking right up to Apple Bloom’s boy parts.

Apple Bloom smiled nervously, looking down at her own boy parts saying, “It’s... pretty hot, huh?”

“Still can’t believe you have those... things...” Scootaloo said tenuously, “I mean, balls! You have balls! What does it feel like to have those things?”

“It’s not all that different, actually,” Apple Bloom said, “The penis is, I mean, way way different, but the balls are uh... well you know how your labia have two kinds of lips?”

“Major and minor, right?” Scootaloo asked.

Sweetie Belle piped up, reciting as best as she could, “The labia majora mostly cover and protect the mons pubis from losing moisture, while the labia minora protect the inner structures from damage such as the urethral... I forget the rest, and also the clitoris.”

“So, imagine your outermost lips, right?” Apple Bloom said, carefully poking her scrotum with a hooftip as she thought about it. “But instead they’re like, sealed together, so they make a bag and don’t sit on both sides of an opening.” Both Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle felt underneath them, not so much to masturbate but just try to feel their outermost vulva and imagine what Apple Bloom was talking about.

“So, now imagine that this bag is lower and looser, like bigger, and there are these two hard round things in them, with a sorta squishy part on one side,” Apple Bloom continued.

“Yeah, this is really weird...” Scootaloo said, imagining as best as she could. Just, sealing up like that and plumping out with two... hard round things...

“Those hard big round things are your balls then,” Sweetie Belle said in fascination, reaching out a hoof towards Apple Bloom’s crotch.

“Hold it!” Apple Bloom cautioned her. “They’re real fragile-like. You best not use your hooves, because I whacked them too hard once and ah felt like I was gonna throw up.”

“What do we use then...?” Sweetie said, tilting her head in confusion. When she realized, she straightened up real quick, and her face lit up red.

“I-if you want, I mean,” Apple Bloom smiled accedingly, “I just don’t want hooves gettin’ near the things.”

“I really really want to feel your hard round... your balls,” Sweetie said intensely, her chest rising and falling with her excited breaths, “With my mouth.” Even as she said it, her little white furred lips pursed slightly as if in anticipation.

“Oh man, you’re gonna do that?” Scootaloo said excitedly, jostling next to Sweetie, to watch the progress of her lips to Bloom’s balls. Apple Bloom was watching both fillies with interest, and thinking about her own balls, and feeling her penis within beginning to stir from the attention.

“We have to get her penis out,” Sweetie Belle said practically, “Plus I already almost did it with Shady and the fluffing. Pluss they smell really good and I... I want to feel what Apple Bloom has.”

“...do y’all need my penis in you?” Apple Bloom asked her warily.

Sweetie Belle wasn’t so much paying attention, so Scootaloo answered for both of them, “We’re gonna make you make boy stuff this time,” she pumped a hoof, “Outside!”

“R-really?” Apple Bloom uttered surprisedly. “But I caint just waste it. You two might be feelin estrus again!

“I’m O.K.” Sweetie said unconvincingly, nosing at Apple Bloom’s ballsack and sniffing headily. “The Moon tea does help me for a little at least. And what we were thinking is to have your boy stuff going into Scootaloo later, after it has come out of your penis so we can see it.”

Apple Bloom leaned back on her elbows more, as Sweetie’s hesitance gave way before her urges, and she tentatively lipped at her scrotum. Sweetie pulled at the wrinkly vulva-like but boy smelling skin, and sure enough there were clearly two generous globes in there, sliding loosely against each other inside the fleshy sack. When Sweetie captured one of Apple Bloom’s testicles gently in her lips and extended her tongue to press on it, well... Apple Bloom’s erection was pretty much a done deal at that point.

The strange feel of this slippery orb excited Sweetie, even more than the fact that Scootaloo was watching Sweetie’s scrotal explorations with fascination. Sweetie noticed something then with a shock, losing her grip on the testicle so it dangled down loose again. Then she stuck her nose right in between the testes, burying it in Apple Bloom’s scrotal sack, despite Apple Bloom’s surprised squawk.

Apple Bloom’s shaft was soon all out on display, and already starting to swell, and it was already making her think about putting it in a filly. That’s just what she felt like doing, with a craving for the caressing moisture of Sweetie Belle’s vagina, or the amazing tingling heat of being within Scootaloo. Just having her hips pressed up against them, remembering them urging her to fill them with boy stuff.

She remembered the tense fear when she thought she couldn’t fit, back the first time. She remembered not minutes later just pushing in and out so enthusiastically that when she orgasmed it was easy to make sure she shoved up to Scootaloo’s core in order to deposit it in there. And she remembered not even knowing what the heck she was depositing, only that it kept coming out of her in powerful bursts of hot wetness.

Sweetie pulled her nose back, saying passionately, “I could feel your penis move underneath there, when it was coming out!”

Apple Bloom gaped distractedly at Sweetie Belle. “A-ah guess you could. That’s really cool!” She was already remembering doing it in Sweetie though, that rough time they were having until Apple Bloom caused her to orgasm, and then Sweetie was as easy to penetrate as a greased pig, but so tight she just hung on to Apple Bloom in there. Apple Bloom remembered how amazing it felt to have Sweetie Belle all around her, while her dick was pulsing out boy stuff.

“C-c-can I?” Scootaloo said, looking at Sweetie imploringly, “With my lips I-I mean, it’s okay right?”

Sweetie looked at Apple Bloom, who just nodded, then Sweetie backed up from Apple Bloom’s groin. Scootaloo squeezed her little orange figure in place, and just inhaled from Apple Bloom’s crotch heavily, her lips gripping and pinching wetly on Apple Bloom’s scrotum as she discovered just how fun that was. Seeking out his balls, Scootaloo said, “Wowl,” when she found just what they felt like, exploring them with her lips, mouth and tongue. It made Apple Bloom ache to be touched, and almost unconsciously put a hoof on her stiffening penis, stroking it with the soft fur of her pastern, every touch making it stiffen further.

Sweetie left Apple Bloom’s balls and joined Apple Bloom’s hoof in its effort, nosing at her shaft in that exciting alien fashion you feel when someone manipulates your penis who isn’t you. “Oh Sweetie Belle,” Apple Bloom said lovingly, as Sweetie’s tongue came out and began to caress Apple Bloom’s turgid flesh. “Oh Celestia, Scootaloo you’re... you’re so careful...”

She didn’t really know if she was making sense, as a lot of her blood was going to ensure her member’s turgidity. “I think it’s workin’” she said to the two breathily, “I feel like... I really wanna put it in you and just go, make it all squirt into you.”

“Unh...” Scootaloo murmured, her hoof already having sought out her labia behind her.

“I want you in me too,” Sweetie Belle said seriously, “In and all over, with your boy goo just pumping and pumping. We have to put our needs aside, for this experiment you must make your boy stuff... outside.”

“I want it in me,” Scootaloo said almost offhandedly, adding more intensely, “I want it in me. I feel empty already. I-I hope I can hold out because... I also want to see it.”

“I... I wanna see it too,” Apple Bloom huffed. “Y’all feel so amazing, squeezing around it all wetly when ah’m pumping out boy stuff, but ah ain’t never done it without it in you before. Shady said ah could, an’... it won’t waste anything on account of it’s goin’ in you later.”

Scootaloo went to stroking Apple Bloom’s penis with her slick tongue, while Sweetie alternated with her gentle hoof, saying, “You got big inside me all three times, Apple Bloom. You flared. That would be so cool to see I think. When I saw you when you... pulled out and you were hanging there all big and stuff, it was amazing.” Sweetie Belle started planting kisses one after the other from the base of Apple Bloom’s shaft to its bulbous tip.

“I think that’s about right,” Scootaloo said suddenly, her licking turning to a firm stroking of Apple Bloom’s shaft as her other hoof brought to bear the dessert decorator. The pegasus closed one eye, lining it up with Apple Bloom’s dick critically, before exclaiming, “See? They’re like exactly the same size!”

Apple Bloom was panting pretty hard, but she still managed to understand what Scootaloo was getting at. “That... so...?” she said hotly, jerking her dick against those gripping hooves.

Scootaloo went back to nuzzling Apple Bloom’s penis with her face, saying excitedly, “So when I stick that inside me, it’s going to be full of your boy stuff. Mmm, and when I orgasm with it up deep inside, I can just put your boy stuff where it’s meant to go. That means I can orgasm however much I want, and I’ll have... something big to squeeze on...” Scootaloo lost hold of the decorator, the penis that was making Apple Bloom shiver and groan taking up her entire attention.

Sweetie Belle started tonguing the preputial ring, almost curiously, like she could figure out its purpose with her tongue alone. Scootaloo was nuzzling the tip, and even sliding her hot wet mouth over it just tentatively. And Apple Bloom just couldn’t believe how lucky she was. Her two best friends were so into her that they would lick her all over down there, making her twitching jerking length feel so amazing. She felt loved and wanted and so gosh darn horny.

Just watching Scootaloo with her eyes rolling back as she humped against the floor, hungrily running her tongue—hungrily. Running her tongue, not because she was trying to make Apple Bloom feel good, but because she needed Apple Bloom so bad. Apple Bloom knew that she could, and she would help her friends, and she loved that they knew it too. She loved feeling needed, that they needed her so much; they needed what she had within her to give to them.

Boy stuff.

“A-a-ah think–” Apple Bloom stammered, feeling like she was going to explode, like her penis was going to... to get big. She wanted to get big. She stared at her own cock, with her friends stroking and rubbing it, the irregular trickles of fluid from its tip lubricating their efforts, making her nerves tingle and her muscles twitch. She tried to will it to do just what she felt it was going to do. There was no filly she was inside, just the warm summer air with only the lightest pressure and stroking on her dick, none of that firm squeezing that a filly’s vagina did to her. And yet... and yet she wanted to... she was going to, if she could just... just a little...!

“Ahh!” the hot cry of arousal and relief, and somehow triumph escaped Apple Bloom’s chest, as the blood surged in her penis. Right there before her, with Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle seeing every inch of every second that it happened to her... her penis got bigger. Her penis got way bigger. Apple Bloom’s hips bucked up as the tip swelled and flattened before her eyes, just like it did inside the filly, just like it did every time, yet now she was seeing it. Seeing that flat cylinder balloon outward like an obscene cone, seeing her shaft go from fully erect, to... to something else. Her friends couldn’t even continue their stimulation, just gaping at the majesty that was emerged from Apple Bloom’s crotch, their own passages clenching sympathetically as they imagined that swelling ballooning that they saw happening instead inside them.

Wild horses couldn’t have kept them from tackling Apple Bloom’s flared penis then, fighting each other to taste and feel it with their ~~second~~most sensitive body parts. And the amazing thing then, as they hugged her throbbing penis between them, Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle started kissing each other, locking lips and breathing through their nose, just tonguing each other and hotly pushing faces together.

Apple Bloom was honestly feeling kind of... left out. She hungered to be in there, buried nose deep in cock, and kissing Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo passionately. Just the thought of her lips touching Sweetie’s made Apple Bloom’s dick smack against her belly, and holy Peanut Butter Celery did that feel good.

Apple Bloom tilted back and spread her legs, trying to make herself as accessible as possible, so they would keep stroking her and licking her and maybe even put it in. She had to sit back away from them like that, to make sure it worked, but Apple Bloom promised herself that next time she was going to do it in them face to face, and kiss them on the lips as much as she desired. Scootaloo was nosing at the top when she noticed the trickle of lubricant escaping Apple Bloom. Scootaloo looked closer, saying excitedly, “Is this where it comes out?” Y-you’re gonna make it come out from here?”

“Y-yeah I holy–!” Apple Bloom said in agreement as Scootaloo poked her tongue right against the opening flicking over it, even as Apple Bloom helplessly supplied more sweet pre to excite Scootaloo and slide along her tongue. “G-gotta... do it...” Apple Bloom bit out, the rushing tingle building within her.

“Wait wait!” Sweetie cried, letting off and running for the milk bottles. She held the bottle in her two hooves balancing carefully and trying to line it up with the hole that she had seen the pee come out from. None of them knew whether that was the hole, but well, it was the only hole. As it drooled fluid from the very tip of her penis, right where it would get deepest inside a filly, it was pretty obvious. Trouble is, Scootaloo didn’t want to leave it alone, mumbling and lipping at the pulsingly slimming and swelling head of Apple Bloom’s penis.

Sweetie had to gently push her aside, but soon the opening of the milk bottle was in a position to catch what might emit from Apple Bloom down there. Once Scootaloo had been nudged down to stroking her tongue along Apple Bloom’s long broadening shaft, “Okay!” Sweetie exclaimed eagerly, “Go go!”

“Ahm... tryin...~!” Apple Bloom champed urgently, watching the unicorn preparing that bottle for... for whatever was going to happen, watching her own penis and wondering what it would look like. She kept feeling that tingle, and just not quite making it over the edge. It was driving her crazy! “You gotta rub more-oahh!” she urged, the shaft in the grasp of the two fillies jerking against their hooves with an uncontrollable almost orgasm.

“Rubbing... yes!” Scootaloo crowed, scrambling forward to splay her legs out and push her hot drooling nether lips right against the side of that shaft. “Nmmh Sweetie Belle come on, do this,” she urged holding Apple Bloom’s penis and rubbing her groin up and down it like a pole. It would have been enough to work, just that alone, but when Sweetie Belle tangled her hind hooves in Scootaloo’s, and Apple Bloom felt both of them squishing against her on either side. Those soft wet luscious lips Sweetie had where her own legs came together, those hot tangy powerful lips Scootaloo had. Apple Bloom could... she could tell them apart just by what was touching her penis. They were both so unique, and she was surrounded in... in... Apple Bloom felt her orgasm coming, and fast.

“Milk...bottle...” she bit out urgently, her breathing deepening as the waves of pleasure began to crest higher and higher. She had been inside those labia. She remembered their familiar touch, that soft but sure stroke that– it was– she had to! Apple Bloom just cried out as she tilted over into orgasm, saying “Milk bottle! Hurry!”

Sweetie missed the initial throbbing pulsing reaching for the bottle, but Apple Bloom and Scootaloo saw every second of it. Scootaloo felt it before turning around, pumping against her labia, jerking regularly in that incredible wonderful rippling pulse that Apple Bloom could not stop! Apple Bloom’s amazing dick let out a hot thick spurt of white goo so powerfully that it overshot the bottle, and splattered over Sweetie’s shoulder onto Apple Bloom’s chest.

The wide eyed unicorn tilted the bottle to a better angle then, and Scootaloo held Apple Bloom’s penis steady all three of them staring in utter fascination as Apple Bloom pumped pulse after pulse of white semen from her penis’s tip into the bottle. Apple Bloom couldn’t believe she was doing it. It just looked too awesome to be a thing her body could even do. How was she getting so amazing and big, and rocking in ecstasy and pumping so hard spurt after spurt? It was too much! A greater wonder than Apple Bloom could ever ask to lie between her legs.

Her penis kept pumping even after the spurts died to a trickle. The throbbing tingle that rushed through her with every pumping motion started to let off. Soon Apple Bloom and her two friends were surrounding that turgid dick of hers with both anticipation and relief. Apple Bloom exhaled loudly, tilting her head back and letting her rump slump back flat against the ground. “That was–!” she panted at a loss for words. “–something else!” She felt chills going down her spine from the incredible feeling of doing that. Licking her lips dryly, she looked down at Sweetie who was still holding the bottle against her dick uncertainly.

“That’s... that’s it, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom concluded. “Ah gave you every drop I had in me.”

“Every bucking drop,” Scootaloo said indulgently, resting her cheek agaist Apple Bloom’s softening penis and stroking it lovingly. Sweetie went to cap the bottle, but gaped when she looked at it.

“Wow...” Sweetie said holding it up wonderingly, “Look how much there is!”

Apple Bloom looked closer, and sure enough she’d squirted out enough boy stuff to almost fill the darn thing, all the way up to the point where the bottle started to taper. “Dang,” she said, “Didn’t know it was that much.”

Scootaloo grinned at the sight of the bottle, visions of greater things dancing in her head. “That’s awesome! That’ll be plenty to fill me up!”

Apple Bloom nodded relaxedly, watching her dick going limp against her lemon yellow belly. “Are you going to get started then?” she asked amiably. Scootaloo shook her head. Wha?

“No, we have to be careful,” Sweetie Belle said, “We need a colt nearby with boy stuff in case it doesn’t work. So Scootaloo and I well, we were talking with Rumble while we were cleaning up, and...”

“He totally said he’d do me!” Scootaloo said in an excited squeak pushing on her cheeks like a silly fangirl.

“Alright then, that sounds pretty nice!” Apple Bloom said with a smile. “When’s he coming over?”

“Oh, um,” Scootaloo looked down, saying, “T-tuesday.”

“He said he had to do something today with his brother,” Sweetie explained, “And exams are starting tomorrow, so Scootaloo was going to do Rumble on Tuesday.”

“It’s almost exam time,” Scootaloo admitted, “And if he can cut out the estrus of Bee Bop and Key Lime, then that’s two more fillies who can concentrate. I get him on Tuesday though, and on Thursday Shady said I can have him.

“You’re smellin’ pretty sharp though, Scoots,” Apple Bloom said looking at the pegasus’s nethers with concern. “You don’t need anything until Tuesday?”

“Nah, here’s the thing see,” Scootaloo hefted the milk bottle with Apple Bloom’s boy stuff in it, saying, “If I test this stuff I should be fine, and only Sweetie will need help, but in case it doesn’t work we need a colt who knows how to do... both of us.”

Apple Bloom paused, then gasped, “Oh you mean me! But I just did it I ain’t gonna be ready for a while.”

“You’ll be ready before Tuesday though,” Scootaloo countered, “And then I get to have you and Rumble.”

“And Shady,” Sweetie prompted.

Scootaloo nodded. “It’s gonna be totally awesome. I want to know if it feels different with different boys.”

“And you, Sweetie?” Apple Bloom looked to the unicorn filly.

She smiled and said, “If all goes according to plan, you will put it in me directly, after Scootaloo uses your stuff that you saved. And tomorrow I am going to do exams, and then... I want to show Button...” She blushed and fidgeted adding, “By myself. I want to show him all by myself, then surprise him by saying you taught me it, and then I can introduce you to him.”

“When are you going to be ready to squirt out more stuff?” Scootaloo asked. “Will you be ready by this evening?”

Apple Bloom nodded, “I’ll make sure to have a good lunch, and hold off until then. How are we meetin’?”

“Let’s meet here,” Sweetie said, “We can meet before dinner. I can just tell my parents I’m going for a walk, and Scootaloo can tell her parents that too, right Scootaloo?”

Scootaloo twitched, saying, “Oh, right, right. Totally easy to sneak away from them.”

“Might not be that easy for me,” Apple Bloom said, “Mah brother doesn’t know what to think about the whole colt thing. But he did an about face today, so maybe if I’m on mah best behavior I can get out without too much trouble. Before dinner, you say?”

“That’ll be the easiest,” Sweetie Belle nodded, “We can’t do it too late because we want to be alert for our exams tomorrow!”

Scootaloo just rolled her eyes.

“What are you going to do with the ...boy stuff in the meantime?” Apple Bloom asked, lifting a hoof and swishing her tail a little unsettledly. “I don’t know how long it can keep if it’s warm, as it’s sort of like milk.”

Sweetie Belle simply closed her eyes and pulled from across the room her lunchbox. Her special lunchbox. Oh. Ohhh.

“You are a genius, Sweetie Belle!” Apple Bloom exclaimed approvingly as Sweetie opened up her magically chilled lunchbox, completely emptied of ice packs, and placed the milk bottle in there, alongside five other empty ones. They fit just perfectly.

With that problem decidedly solved, and great plans for the future, the three friends left the clubhouse to see if they could find themselves an adventure.

Author's Note

Testing the Injector

Big Macintosh honestly did not know what to think. When he found Apple Bloom during the day, she–he was playing with his old friends, just like when they were fillies, like they didn’t have a care in the world. It went against everything Mac knew about the estrus season. That Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo should have been crawling all over him with their estrus perverted ways. Mac watched quietly from a distance, as they left the clubhouse to go into town for a treat and a game. Not a single tail flag between the two of them.

Soon enough Apple Bloom hit the playground, and every filly started gravitating towards him, but then Mac was impressed when Apple Bloom just calmly shook his head, waved off any attention and stood his ground. He didn’t let the fillies bully him around at all, and certainly didn’t seem tempted by any overeager but uncomprehending fillies sticking their posterior in his direction. He wasn’t even getting mad or frustrated, just smoothly dealing with them, and treating them with what looked like honest respect, if a bit pitying.

Is it possible Discord’s curse didn’t make Apple Bloom a real colt? He had all the actions and signs of one, and it sure convinced the fillies, boy did it, but maybe Apple Bloom just wasn’t feeling it? Maybe it just got rid of her estrus, and didn’t do anything besides that? Big Mac shook his head at his own foolishness, jumping to such harebrained conclusions. The obvious answer was that Apple Bloom is just a good pony at heart, and the fil–the colt was being a perfect lord, because it was Apple Bloom in there. Even when he got a stiffy, Apple Bloom didn’t go beat one out, like any colt with less restraint and tact would have done right away. Even Big Macintosh had to struggle not to let his hooves stray south this time of year. Maybe Apple Bloom was just a good pony, and Big Macintosh should trust her—his judgement and grace.

That’s why when Apple Bloom said, “So, my friends and I are havin’ a meeting after my chores. We’re gonna be at the clubhouse, but it won’t take long and ah’ll be back before dinner. I even got a alarm clock there to set and make sure of it. So can I please please please please please–”

“Yup,” said Big Macintosh, munching serenely on his sprout sandwich. Apple Bloom had chosen a hearty cream and mushroom lunch with, a satisfying helping of dark green spinach and a cup of cinnamon applesauce. It looked good, if a bit rich for Apple Bloom’s usual tastes. She–he was so active in the summer, and growing fil–colts needed all the oomph they could get.

Apple Bloom continued, “But I really promise I’ll be really– wait, did you say eyup?”

“Yup.”

“Thank you Big Mac!” the colt cheered, jumping up and prancing in a circle around the table, “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“Just promise me, no funny stuff.”

“Anything we do will be the di-a-metric opposite of funny stuff,” Apple Bloom said, tearing at his bread roll with gusto.

“And no dirty, nasty things, alright?”

Apple Bloom just looked at him like he couldn’t believe what Big Mac was saying. And Big Mac couldn’t believe it either. He hadn’t in a million years thought he’d have to be dealing with a little colt in the middle of a heavy estrus season. Big Macintosh still didn’t know what to do about his sister Applejack, and her suffering.

Truth be told, that orange mare terrified Mac, with how her body was taking her over, and making her do things that she’d never want. He knew she was just a slave to estrus like any other filly, but to see it happening in front of him every year was just... it made him feel like Applejack was drowning in the ocean, and try as he might, Big Macintosh could not throw that life preserver far enough to reach her.

“We’ll be in the clubhouse the whole time,” Apple Bloom said, “It’s a meeting, not an adventure, so how would there be anything dirty or nasty? There ain’t no tree sap in there. And we’re not painting anything, I swear!”

Big Macintosh shook his head, saying, “No no, ah mean...” Celestia above how could he ruin a child’s innocence like this, just to satisfy his own paranoia. She–he knew about estrus, just like any other filly. There had been a class even!

“Remember that s-sex ed class you took?” he asked hesitantly.

“Uh huh?” Apple Bloom said neutrally, tilting his head.

“Well, that stuff,” Big Mac concluded, “Don’t do that.”

“What stuff?” the colt asked testily.

“Anything in that class,” Big Mac said looking aside uncomfortably. He didn’t want to even think about this subject, much less tempt his own groin into betraying his intentions to any mares who might see him. “What they taught you in it.”

Big Macintosh absolutely refused to believe that such a class would skip out on the basic consequences of sex out of wedlock. How it’s a one way trip to Tartarus and there ain’t no chances to get off the ride. He remembered the lessons his Ma and Pa—may they rest in peace—taught him about being true, and persevering even though your base instincts want to make you turn astray. They had been so blissfully married during the entire life in which he knew them, and Ma never had a problem with estrus, or got crazy about it one bit. Though things did get awfully noisy at night. But they knew the right way to live, and Big Macintosh was bound and determined to make sure his sister got to feel that kind of happiness.

His... sister, Applejack. Way, way, way too early to think about Apple Bloom getting married.

“Well, okay...” Apple Bloom said uncertaintly. Mac smiled at him and gave him an approving nod. Then Apple Bloom headed out for an early start to afternoon chores, so as to have more time with his friends. Big Macintosh got himself a nice chilly thermos full of a certain invaluable substance for a mare in estrus, as well as a bag out of the icebox, and a bucket.

With those articles born on his harness, Big Macintosh started to head into town after a certain orange mare, who he saw slinking off like a thief in the night. Slinking like a thief in the night, in the middle of the day, isn’t a very effective strategy, but Applejack wasn’t much of a mind to think about strategy this time of year. Or to think about anything at all. He knew she would hate him for this but, it didn’t mean nothing. It was just the estrus making her feel that way. She’d be thanking Big Mac after her estrus was over, and she was herself again, and hadn’t ruined her purity or gotten herself knocked up.

Chores for Apple Bloom were as natural as apple pie. It was just something she’d lived with her whole life, and she loved how she could help her family and make everypony smile with the things she did to help out. She rotated out some more of the spring crops for summer ones, going down the rows and tearing out pea stalks to dump ‘em in the threshing bag, leaving the dark brown soil afterwards with little tomato seeds scattered in it. The zucchini were starting to look ready too. The thought that she might see her friends this afternoon buoyed her spirit. She was even starting to feel that maybe this boy thing wouldn’t be one big long prison sentence. She really appreciated being able to enjoy herself, before Discord got back from his... thing.

As natural as her chores were, they weren’t as fun as what Apple Bloom had been getting into in her spare time. Curing estrus was pretty much the funnest thing ever. So she hurried through her chores, then gallopped up to the clubhouse most eagerly. She’d been holding out for the day, having more than prepared her nethers for boy stuff delivery. She even had to remind herself as she walked in, that this wasn’t about shoving a penis into a filly this time.

Well, not right away at least.

It was win/win for Apple Bloom, though. Either Scootaloo needed her help, when the boy stuff didn’t work, or Sweetie Belle could take Apple Bloom in, and not have to worry about Moon tea again. One way or another, Apple Bloom was getting inside a filly, and that suited her just fine.

On an intellectual level she was maddeningly curious if it would work. Did grownup ponies do this, to help carry over estrus more effectively? Could you do it with the extra that came out? Was Scootaloo going to like it? Or was it going to go like, her face was just going to fall sadly, before she yanked it out, and presented eagerly for Apple Bloom to do her right? As much as Apple Bloom wanted to see Scootaloo lifting her tail for her, she’d hate to see her disappointed, and the former result would be pretty amazing too.

Scootaloo was there at the clubhouse when Apple Bloom arrived, but Apple Bloom was still a bit over-eager because they both got there early, and had to wait for Sweetie Belle, then.

“So...” Scootaloo said casually, scraping a hoof on the floor.

“Yeah?” Apple Bloom prompted her.

“It’s gonna be so awesome,” Scootaloo gushed. “I’ve been thinking about it all day. I wonder how I’m gonna do it? We could be the first ponies ever to do this! Maybe I’ll get my cutie mark! In science vagina... boy stuff something.”

Apple Bloom laughed, “Ah don’t know what kinda mark that would be, but it does sound pretty awesome. If’n I still had a vagina I’d totally be sitting on a thing full of boy stuff. How are you doin’ anyway?”

Scootaloo grimaced, squeezing her legs together. “It’s been a while,” she said speculatively, “I’m definitely ready for some boy stuff. It’s stupid hot and wet back there, and every time I do that winking thing I ... remember you.”

Apple Bloom blushed a bit, saying, “Yeah, those memories get me going too. Ah may not have a vagina no more, but I have been looking forward to getting inside one. Sweetie Belle’s, or both of you if the decorator doesn’t work out.”

Scootaloo blushed too, saying, “You really like that, huh...”

Apple Bloom nodded emphatically, saying, “There’s just somethin’ so satisfying having my hips snug up against a filly, knowing that my penis is inside her. And putting boy stuff in, hoowee is that great.” She felt herself start to unsheath just from thinking about it, and also the amazing scent wafting off of Scootaloo’s hindquarters.

“Better than doing it outside?” Scootaloo said curiously, with a shiver in her rear.

Apple Bloom nodded, looking at Scootaloo thoughtfully, saying “Puttin’ it in the bottle was great, but when somepony is snug around me, and ah can feel her heat and wetness while it’s squirtin’ out of me, it just makes me wanna put it deeper and deeper.”

Scootaloo just whimpered in response, at a loss for words. There was a noticeable trickle running down her leg. Apple Bloom looked aside, then said quietly, “Hey, you wanna do it a little?”

Scootaloo started to nod, but then she said, “You can’t though,” in a sorely disappointed tone. “We’ll mess up the experiment, and then Sweetie won’t have any boy stuff when she gets here.”

Apple Bloom smiled confidently, saying, “Naw ah think I can gauge it right. It’s real obvious when ah’m about to go over. We should be fine if we’re careful. Sweetie should be here in a couple minutes anyway, so go ahead and stick your butt at me, an’ we can have some fun while we wait.”

Scootaloo only licked her lips once in hesitation, before getting a big grin that matched Apple Bloom’s. Spinning around, she presented her ass, her tail flopping up and aside. She whimpered as her hindquarters winked for Apple Bloom, making Apple Bloom’s shaft twitch in anticipation. “Here ah go!” Apple Bloom said cheerily, rearing up and planting on Scootaloo’s hindquarters. “Mmm, gosh,” she added sensuously, as she felt her penis mashing up against Scootaloo’s slick groin.

“Little higher,” Scootaloo said, fidgeting under Apple Bloom impatiently.

“Ah know,” Apple Bloom said, “Was just enjoyin ya. Hold on, ah’ll just...”

“Ngh–got it!” Scootaloo crowed quietly when Apple Bloom started to sink into her. Soon as it happened, Scootaloo started to push backward, in forceful rocking motions, until her groin was grinding up against Apple Bloom’s balls. “Deeper and deeper...” she smiled distantly, rocking her body to slide Apple Bloom in and out.

“Mmn... mah gosh...” Apple Bloom murmured, hooking her hooves around Scootaloo’s hips and pulling them firmly to hers. She could feel Scootaloo all around her penis, that moist oven caressing her sensitive flesh. She felt like she was going to do it right now, though past experience indicated she’d need a lot of thrusting still.

“Feels... good, huh?” Scootaloo panted, her sideways smile not visible from where Apple Bloom had mounted the little orange pegasus from behind.

“You feel so wet in there, Scoots,” Apple Bloom said a bit sappily, hugging the pegasus’s crotch to her own. “Makin’ me want to make all sortsa boy stuff.”

“All that boy stuff, in there...” Scootaloo said dreamily. Her vagina convulsed around Apple Bloom’s penis, and Apple Bloom was thrusting before she even realized it, Scootaloo giving little hot cries, almost coughs with every thrust. Dragging herself to a halt so as not to actually start doing it, Apple Bloom leaned against Scootaloo saying, “Can ya feel me in there?”

Scootaloo actually paused at that instead of answering right away. “You feel incredible,” Scootaloo said hesitantly, her thighs twinging as she tried to pinpoint the feeling. So without moving any more, Apple Bloom just twitched her penis in there, like she was trying to slap her belly except she couldn’t with it stuck inside Scootaloo. Scootaloo’s response was, “I think I can–yes yes I can feel you ohmygosh you’re in there you’re really in there!” You can probably tell the point in which Apple Bloom started doing her little penis trick.

Apple Bloom pulled her hips back, sliding smoothly out of Scootaloo’s vagina, and Scootaloo pushed back herself, sliding Apple Bloom back inside. Then Apple Bloom pushed forward, forcing the pegasus’s straining hips back forward and burying it deep inside her. They kept up smooth slow strokes like that, both of them unable to really make words at this point. Apple Bloom just loved the feel of Scootaloo, and likewise Scootaloo, Apple Bloom.

They didn’t even notice when Sweetie Belle came in, at least not until she exclaimed, “Hey!” in a bright angry soprano.

Apple Bloom actually didn’t even stop thrusting, just turned to face Sweetie and said, “Oh, hey Sweetie. We were just havin’ some fun before you got here... as you can... see.”

“Well knock it off,” Sweetie Belle said irritably, sliding her magically enhanced lunchbox across the floor. “You’re gonna make boy stuff in her, and it will ruin everything!”

“Okay, okay,” Apple Bloom said, stopping thrusting. It was unexpectedly difficult to do so.

Scootaloo’s shoulders were hunched as she panted out sheepishly, “Yeah... guess we kinda... I wouldn’t mind if you did boy stuff in me now, but it’s Sweetie Belle’s turn.

“You’re gonna be just like me,” Scootaloo whimpered hotly to Sweetie Belle, her hips spread wide by Apple Bloom’s shaft, “Apple Bloom is gonna be inside you just like this, and putting all sorts of boy stuff in you... it’ll all come out and be messy...”

Sweetie blushed at that and her own tail twitched up. “Y-yeah,” she agreed quietly. “But um...” she nosed in between their groins, making Scootaloo squeak by poking insistently, and a little curiously at Scootaloo’s distended entrance. “Not if you keep doing that,” Sweetie said critically.

Scootaloo murmured unhappily, and grumbled, “Okay, fine.” Apple Bloom reared up again when Scootaloo’s legs tensed, and she stood there breathing hard while Scootaloo walked off of her shaft, both of them dropping down and gasping when Apple Bloom’s penis swung free.

“Ohhh man,” Scootaloo moaned, sinking down onto the clubhouse floor, “I forgot how so freaking crazy that feels.”

“You forgot what a penis feels like?” Sweetie Belle squeaked. Scootaloo shook her head, and said, “No, I mean, when it comes out. I just want to jump on her and get something in there right away and it’s just it’s like jumping into a cold pool and and I don’t want to be empty!”

Sweetie nodded in understanding, and Apple Bloom nodded in ...less understanding, and Sweetie Belle put a hoof on her lunchbox, saying, “Well you’re in luck because that’s just what we’re going to do!”

Once the three of them were together and, relatively coherent, Apple Bloom set the alarm clock at about 10 minutes before they had to worry about leaving, so they wouldn’t be too late. Sweetie quickly took out a milk bottle, full of its precious cargo of experimental Grade A Apple Bloom boy stuff. Apple Bloom held the cake decorator, with its plunger removed and open container facing upward. Into it, Sweetie poured the boy stuff.

Sweetie had to get on twos to tilt the milk bottle, patting the bottom as the stuff came out thick and gloppy. Thicker than Apple Bloom remembered, but then it had been chilled. The little enchantment on a lunchbox wasn’t good enough to freeze anything for sure, though very effective at keeping already frozen ice packs cold, but it could definitely make something milky a bit thicker and colder. She snickered a bit at the thought of Scootaloo being more than hot enough to warm this thing up.

“What’s funny?” Scootaloo asked, dancing on her hoof tips as she watched the two prepare her special treat.

“Oh, just thinking about how much you’re gonna squeal when you stick this thing up your vagina,” Apple Bloom snarked, “Like sticking your hoof in cold water, except opposite.”

“I am not squealing!” Scootaloo protested, “It’s gonna be totally awesome, and besides I’m so freaking hot down there. We sit on ice packs so if anything, I bet it’ll be nothing but refreshing.” She tossed her mane while saying so, giving a confident smug smile.

“Alright, how are we gonna do this?” Apple Bloom asked, balancing the sealed syringe on her upturned hoof.

“Give it to me,” Scootaloo said, reaching her hoof out, “I want to see if I can do it, totally solo.”

“Good idea,” Apple Bloom nodded, “We’ll just sit and watch, in case you can use any assistance.”

Sweetie Belle ummmed, and said, “We could do that, or we could get ready for... for my turn.”

Apple Bloom looked at her, but said, “Sure. Ah can lick you, and maybe a little goin’ inside. I can’t exactly orgasm in you until our little experiment’s done though.” Sweetie nodded sadly, turning to look at her own heated hindquarters. Apple Bloom tossed the syringe at Scootaloo, who caught it easily. “So hop to it, Scoots!” Apple Bloom cheered, “Sweetie’s butt is counting on you.”

Sweetie blushed and looked forward, while Scootaloo grinned sloppily, more at the dessert decorator than at Apple Bloom. As the two of them watched hopefully, Scootaloo lay back against the wall, with her legs spread to allow her labia open to the warm summer air. She had been ejaculated inside twice now this season, and her body was already ready for more. And Scootaloo was ready to give it just what it wanted. Well, almost what it wanted. This decorator she held was a lot stiffer than a penis, and couldn’t exactly flare so she’d just have to do all the flaring inside on her own.

“When are you going to push the plunger?” Sweetie asked curiously, before Scootaloo even had so much as touched her own vulva.

Scootaloo just stared thoughtfully for a second, then a smile crept on her face and she said indulgently to Sweetie, “I’m going to do it... right when I orgasm. Put the boy stuff in me...”

Scootaloo started stroking her labia with her hoof at those words, feeling them awaken so quickly and eagerly in this estrus induced state of hers. She heard herself giving lustful, satisfied moans without even trying, because of estrus. She found herself shifting so her friends could see what she was doing better. She wanted them to see her sliding her nail up and down the edges of the fleshy cushion that marked her inside place. She didn’t just have labia there; she had an entrance, a gateway leading deep inside her.

The liquid smearing over her hoof only made the job easier. It was like getting goosebumps, and then every inch of you in there was just dripping with wetness. Scootaloo loved how it trickled out and smeared all over. It wouldn’t be long before she could–

wink

–get at her clitoris yessss. Scootaloo humped her hips up when her innermost vulva lifted and spread, making her clit press so deliciously against her frog. She gave a loud moan at the pressure her loins made on her hoof’s surface as she strained to press them against her strongly. She could practically feel herself just opening up inside her tummy, expanding in there, as if her body were preparing itself to take things inside of it. Her friends were watching her, but Scootaloo didn’t need to care how loud she moaned. They loved it when she did that, and she knew it.

“Mmm, Just about ready,” Scootaloo murmured huskily, letting her hoof slip away, revealing her burning wet petals with little care or restraint. Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom both seemed to be captivated by that thing between her legs, and Scootaloo arched up, pulling her tail away with her own hoof so they could see her better down there. So they could see everything that she was feeling. It wasn’t just Apple Bloom who was enchanted by her, but Sweetie Belle too, blushing hotly as she gazed into Scootaloo’s aroused display. Reaching for the decorator almost lazily, Scootaloo felt an eagerness bubble up in her as she realized it was really going to happen. She could put this whole big thing in her, and nobody would judge her or call her bad, and it made her feel so awesome that she could do it.

So without further ado, she nestled the decorator, nozzle-first, into her folds. They’d of course removed any sort of sharp cake decorating attachments, so hopefully it would still work without an unpleasant pokey thing catching her in there. There was just the broad flat tip smushing against her... broad and flat like Apple Bloom got, albeit even in diameter. Gripping it with her hooves, Scootaloo said, “Okay, here goes...” a little nervousness creeping into her voice. But Scootaloo was not one to be a nervous pony. She didn’t hesitate, and just started jamming it up into her labia, trying to get herself to wrap around it, so she could push it inside. She grunted and wiggled, her edges, the edges of the entrance in her body catching deliciously. Yet it was difficult to surround the whole tube in the circumference of her entrance all the way around. It would catch in one side, but slip out on the other side.

She finally figured it out by stretching her labia apart with a hoof, then using the other to wedge the decorator in there, then stretching on the other side. If she got it around the edge, and it felt so good to stretch that, then she could—boy it really did feel good. Just got to catch it around, a little bit more, push more firmly...

“Got it!” Scootaloo exclaimed, as the decorator slid just enough into her slippery canal. She stopped pushing then, and just bubbled with a laugh, looking at the cylindrical thing jutting out of her, and then to her friends, smiling cockily at them. “And now, I will make this dessert decorator... disappear!” Scootaloo announced theatrically. Nobody really laughed, but Scootaloo didn’t care. Her labia felt too good to stretch, for anything to upset her at all.

Scootaloo gripped the edge of the cannister with her hooves, definitely avoiding the plunger for now, and pulled strongly. To her delight, the dessert decorator slowly descended into her. It was... it was way bigger than Apple Bloom’s penis, now that Scootaloo could feel its girth. It hadn’t looked bigger, but it was... it was stiffer, and that was stretching her more. Scootaloo had to pull as hard as she could to get it into her, and she did it enthusiastically. She winced at the feeling of her canal stretching breathlessly, even maybe a little teeny bit painfully. But she loved it, and she wanted that little pained stretchy ache, and the deeper she felt it the deeper she wanted it. Just like when Apple Bloom went into there.

Scootaloo inhaled suddenly as she bottomed out. She couldn’t believe it at first. There was almost no decorator left coming out of her, besides the very end, and the plunger. Wiggling around the decorator to feel herself in there, it felt sort of like she had a cup in there, and the back of it stretched just like the sides did, but allowed no further passage deeper within. It wasn’t quite just simple uniform flesh in there; sometimes when she wiggled right, she’d hit something really sensitive. She couldn’t get it any deeper though.

But man, that was more than deep enough. Scootaloo’s whole feet were braced to spread her thighs wide. Her body was slick with sweat, and another laugh was bubbling up in her. She just couldn’t believe how good she felt. “This is so amazing!” Scootaloo shouted heartily, leaning back on her elbows and tilting her head back, arching in front of her friends with her labia distended obscenely, hot and flushed and red, and wrapped tightly around this this thing.

“Feels better than a penis?” Apple Bloom said, with no small amount of surprise in her voice.

Scootaloo paused, and shook her head, “N-no it’s not the thing it’s... I mean... look at me!” she said waving a hoof over herself, “Look at this!” she said pointing at her groin. “I I I can put things into me~” she moaned, “And it changes m-me into... into wanting it and... and you can see me and I’m not even hiding and I love how you can see it.”

Apple Bloom nodded understandingly, saying in a husky tone, “You bet, Scoots. You look so... amazing, I don’t think I could hold back, if you didn’t already have a big tube full of boy stuff in you.” That made Scootaloo moan, as a convulsion went through her vagina. When her insides squirmed around it as if to grab ahold of it, the geometry of that cylinder in there stood out in stark detail in her mind’s eye. She had no control over the contractions when she was this stretched out; all she had to do was sit there and enjoy it, as every little wiggle made her vagina writhe with joy.

Sweetie Belle started to move forward hungrily, her eyes fixed on what was happening to Scootaloo down there, and Sweetie’s own soft vulva dripping with unconcealed arousal, but Scootaloo held up a hoof, gasping out, “No–! No, I have to do it without any help. That’s the...” she let her hoof slip to her clitoris. With her entrance so gloriously stretched, it smooshed Scootaloo’s clitoris up, and presented it right for her to mess with. Scootaloo couldn’t have winked if she wanted to! “Experiment...” she managed to finish, hot breath after hot breath filling her lungs as she pressed her hoof on the side of the cylinder, stretching herself with it while offering her frog perfect access to press slimily against her clitoris.

“I-it’s not just your labia, Scootaloo,” Sweetie Belle said in a captivated tone. “Your whole body it’s... you look so ...alive!” She shivered with restraint, just as much as Apple Bloom, leaving Scootaloo with no idea whether the actual colt, or the filly watching her was more glad to see Scootaloo in this state.

“Want to touch you so bad...” Apple Bloom said distantly, just looking at Scootaloo with an expression of open longing. Sweetie Belle began stroking Apple Bloom’s side in response, leaning into her. Neither were willing to stop watching Scootaloo though, so they couldn’t even kiss, or get heavier into each other. All that was secondary in priority to the moaning bucking writhing pegasus in front of them, that Scootaloo was. Scootaloo teased her orgasm forth with a singleminded determination, every flex and twist around that cylinder just making her feel so full and open and stuffed. She couldn’t even close her legs. She didn’t want to close her legs. She wanted to show them, wanted to show herself when she took Apple Bloom’s boy stuff into her.

With her soaked lips wrapped around the thick cylinder, Scootaloo leaned back with an intense look on her face, frogging her slippery clit as the heat induced estrus rushed her climax upon her like a speeding train. Her lust soaked mind could only think how she had it in her. She had the stuff, the secret boy stuff, it was already in her. She just had to push the plunger, and just– just thinking about it was making her hips explode. Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom were still watching her hopefully. Scootaloo moaned as she thought about how Apple Bloom was watching her. Scootaloo had Apple Bloom’s boy stuff inside her, just waiting to squirt into Scootaloo any time she ever wanted, and Apple Bloom would see her do it.

Scootaloo tried to grasp the plunger clumsily, as the tube jerked back and forth in her convulsing cunt. It was happening it was–! She just–. She just stared helplessly at the cake syringe embedded in her hips, watching herself orgasm, unable to do anything besides shudder there hunched forward, clutching the mat underneath her and throbbing, deep inside her inconspicuous belly, all around that hot, stiff, wet cylinder. Scootaloo loved that cylinder. She loved Apple Bloom’s... oh Celestia she loved her cunt so much! It was doing it to her! She couldn’t stop it! She swam in pleasure, and her cunt was giving that to her again and again. Why had she been blessed with this beautiful thing inside her! She loved and she squeezed and she loved it for squeezing so amazingly.

When Scootaloo could think clearly again, she gasped raggedly, lifting her head up to look at her friends saying sadly, “I–I tried but I couldn’t move. I just... it felt so good.”

“It’s not too late!” Sweetie Belle said, “Remember the boys did it after you orgasmed too!”

“Yeah,” said Apple Bloom, “Go on, give it a shot! I’m ready for you if it don’t work.”

More compelling to Scootaloo than their encouragement though, was the hungry itch radiating from her vagina, making her fur stand on end. She was so tense. It made her want a penis there, just like this cylinder, but hot and fleshy and smooshy yet firm and flared. But before she could have that, Scootaloo had to at least give this a shot. Fillies were counting on her! So Scootaloo almost reluctantly laid a hoof on the plunger and depressed it hesitantly, making a little bit squirt in her just to feel it.

Her cunt rippled, and her wings snapped up with the need to fly as the stuff changed her in there. It was working! It felt amazing, smearing and sliming in there, warmed by the time it spent in her hot passage. Scootaloo was so thirsty, her cunt needed it so bad her hind toes were curling. Almost as soon as she tested it with the plunger, her other hoof shot down, using both hooves and bearing down gravidly on the tube, squirting it inside her as fast as she could. Scootaloo couldn’t have stopped if she wanted. She ached to make sure every female inch of her in there was covered in it. It was an entire colt’s ejaculate, so it had to be enough to top her out! She writhed around it, trying to squeeze so tight that it squirted out of her, pumping herself full as she could possibly be.

Scootaloo cried out wetly, as the contents of the syringe she was so forcefully pumping into herself started to spurt out the edges. She arched up, tilting her hips back so that the fluid ran down her groin in all directions from there, all directions from her cunt. Her bucking cunt felt so good it was all over her she–

She felt the plunger hit the bottom of the syringe, with a twinge of almost disappointment. “Almost” because, although she couldn’t keep pumping her vagina overfull of the stuff forever and ever... it got her. It worked. She didn’t feel even a twinge of the hot need that followed her orgasm so dreadfully. Scootaloo just felt gentle warmth between her thighs, her insides fluttering around the cylinder, no longer needy but simply exquisite. The relief was radiating from her groin, just like when Apple Bloom really did it. Scootaloo cracked her eyes open with a smile, leaning back on her elbows, the messy syringe still embedded in her hips, her legs spread wide to show them the incredible thing it had done. It worked!

“It worked!” she tried to crow to the heavens, but it only came out as an immensely relieved sigh. She just sat there, a fuzzy feeling welling up in her chest, smiling coyly at her friends who cantered forward and expressed their gladness, welcoming her for what she did to her own wet, messy, stretched, dribbling beautiful cunt.

Scootaloo lifted her head at a curious prodding on her abdomen. Sweetie Belle was there, her well groomed, delicate, white hoof depressing into Scootaloo’s belly. “Having fun there?” Scootaloo quipped.

“I can feel it!” Sweetie said in a shocked tone, pressing more firmly against Scootaloo. She could... wait, her prodding did feel like it was pushing against Scootaloo’s insides still wrapped around that cylinder.

“Really?” Scootaloo squawked, sticking a hoof forward and pushing at her own abdomen. It was true! You could totally feel a place where Scootaloo’s belly wasn’t soft underneath, and conformed to a stiff cylindrical shape. “Apple Bloom, check this out!”

“Woah!” Apple Bloom said when her own hoof found she shape hidden in Scootaloo’s abdomen. It was silly they were all feeling Scootaloo’s abdomen and it was the weirdest situation ever, but for some reason Scootaloo was just... totally okay with it! She had boy goo inside her, and that’s what mattered. Everything else didn’t seem worrying or alarming or scary, as long as she was goo’d in there.

“Can you feel mah hoof from in there with yer vagina?” Apple Bloom said curiously, depressing experimentally.

“Sorta,” Scootaloo said in an explanatory manner, “I can feel it getting pushed against the decorator, but I can only tell it’s your hoof by looking.”

“You realize what this means?!” Sweetie exclaimed suddenly.

Both looked at her. Scootaloo offered hesitantly, “That... there’s actually a vagina in me, and not an extradimensional portal to Elsewhere?”

Both looked at Scootaloo. She shrugged helplessly, still laying there belly up. Couldn’t really maneuver very flexibly with your cunt stuffed full of a stiff tube after all.

Sweetie turned to Apple Bloom intensely and said, “It means that I can get your boy stuff,” in a luscious tone, half lidding her eyes and stretching her neck up to Apple Bloom’s face. She turned her posterior to face Apple Bloom, and lifted up her tail, wiggling her butt like she was teasing Apple Bloom, saying “Alllll in here!”

“Woah, Sweetie!” Apple Bloom said in surprise backing up a step.

Sweetie just scooted her butt forward, well backward, saying in an exaggerated voice, “Arrrr I’m going to swallow you up.” She wiggled her butt like it was talking saying, “I am the labia monster! Give me all your boy goo! Arrrr!”

Scootaloo found laughing wasn’t exactly comfortable with something jammed up so deep it practically hit your diaphragm.

Sweetie Belle giggled and rolled on her back, wiggling her hooves in the air like she already had boy stuff inside her. “I’m just so happy!” she cried sweetly, “It worked for Scootaloo and now we both get to overflow and get all gooey, and whose penis is going to do it both times? It’s Apple Bloom!”

Apple Bloom laughed too, saying “Sweetie you really have a way with words, you know?”

Sweetie gave no response, simply rolled to her feet strutting around happily and stuck her butt up in the air again expectantly.

After Scootaloo’s little show, Apple Bloom had no trouble getting inside Sweetie, not even hesitating to mount up and stick it in her. “Ohh yes!” Sweetie squealed, rocking back eagerly as Apple Bloom came down on her and she got filled in a single stroke all at once. After Scootaloo’s little show, was no way Sweetie Belle wasn’t more than ready to be filled. But as the two eagerly began bucking against each other, Scootaloo raised a hoof.

“Hey, wait! Wait a sec, girls. Could you uh... hello? Could use some help here? Pull off a sec and help me get this thing out! Girls?”

Scootaloo had to figure, she was going to get no response for the next ten minutes at least, if she just sat there. They were just that into it. So Scootaloo fiddled with her own groin, hooking the edge of the tube. There was no grip to pull it out though, not the way there had been an edge to push it in. When she realized it was going to take about as much force to get it out as put it in, Scootaloo started getting worried. There was no way she could get her own teeth down there. Man, who designed these things?

Scootaloo swiveled her legs around, wincing at the stiffness where she expected fleshy flexibility. She managed to roll stiffly to her feet, waddling over to the two, then rearing up and leaning an elbow all casually on the back of the rocking unicorn, looking up at the thrusting earth pony wryly.

“Hey Romeo!” Scootaloo said loudly, “I need some help here!”

Apple Bloom tilted her head down to look at the pegasus uncomprehendingly. Then Apple Bloom’s eyes widened and she shuddered a gasp, dragging to a halt, causing Sweetie to give a needy animal whine. “Did ah just...” Apple Bloom said, looking at the unicorn she was penetrating in astonishment, “Ah didn’t even mean to I just didn’t even think and... wow, Sweetie.”

“Thinking is overrated,” Sweetie said grumpily, grinding up against Apple Bloom’s pelvis.

“Still Sweetie,” Apple Bloom said, just rocking in and out of her shallowly to maintain their arousal. “Scootaloo needs something.”

“Yeah, I uh...” Scootaloo’s ears went down abashedly, “I need somepony to bite this darn decorator and pull it out. I can’t get a good grip with my hooves.”

“Oh gosh Scootaloo, I’m so sorry!” Sweetie exclaimed in surprise, turning her head to the pegasus, who’d lowered from Sweetie Belle’s back to stand, stiffly, beside them. “I was just... thinking it was my turn,” Sweetie said apologetically, “A-and I didn’t even think you’d need,”

“It’s okay, Sweetie,” Scootaloo said, patting her on the head. “Just pull this thing outta me and you two can get going again.” Sweetie nodded vaguely, and her eyes went distant, her face filling with emotion as apparantly her insides contracted around Apple Bloom.

“H...hurry it up, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom said tensely, holding tight to her hindquarters, “I wanna get started so I can squirt in you already.”

“I bet you want to feel her heat and wetness around you, while it’s squirting out of you, huh?” Scootaloo said teasingly. Apple Bloom didn’t blush though, just moaned and rocked shallowly against the increasingly panting unicorn, who seemed to feel Apple Bloom more, the longer she was inside her. Scootaloo hurried around though, before her friends got lost in bucking again.

With the plunger fully depressed, it was a simple matter for Sweetie to bite down on the rim of the decorator’s container. Then Scootaloo just walked forward from there. She stumbled the first step because it was really in there. She had to brace on the floor and walk forward to get that slimy cylinder to slide out of her stretched passage. It was actually... kind of cool how hard Scootaloo’s vagina was clinging to the thing. It just felt good to stretch everything down there, every which way. But at last it, and a good amount of Apple Bloom’s seed plopped out of her, while Scootaloo heaved a surprised gasp at the feeling.

“Wow, I feel empty,” Scootaloo said, looking at her hips somewhat bemusedly. “Am I still ...open down there?”

“Yeah you...” Sweetie said dully, her attention on not much else besides thrusting and lust, “You could see all the... really deep...” and then her tongue was on Scootaloo’s labia.

That squeezed Scootaloo up real fast, her hips hiking in the air as the unicorn’s tongue caressed her loosened labia. “You taste like Apple Bloom,” Sweetie said dreamily, continuing to suckle at the third teat, so to speak. Scootaloo loved that unicorn’s tongue, and was soon bucking into her lips, as much as Sweetie was being bucked into hers.

Sweetie stopped licking and cried out loudly, and just leaned on Scootaloo’s butt when she started to orgasm. Apple Bloom grimaced as Sweetie Belle did it in there, but Scootaloo was in a position to face Sweetie Belle. She cradled the unicorn’s head gently, while Sweetie stood there, helpless in her orgasm. So quiet on the outside, but Scootaloo knew from her unfocused expression that Sweetie felt a storm within. It felt good to be close to Sweetie when she was orgasming. Sweetie just felt so vulnerable, and precious in Scootaloo’s hooves. When Sweetie’s hoof came up shakily, clumsily, uncoordinatedly, to try and hug Scootaloo back, it made Scootaloo feel like an anchor for Sweetie Belle, or a lifeline, and she liked that feeling.

The pause was enough for Apple Bloom to come to her senses, to a degree. Watching the two cuddling, from her vantage point atop Sweetie’s back, she felt a twinge of envy penetrate her cloud of lust. Apple Bloom pulled out of Sweetie in a smooth stroke, dripping and jerking and pink, though not flared.

“H-hey you two ah was wondering,” Apple Bloom said almost in a whimper, her twitching penis making her look oddly vulnerable the way she had to hunch over it sensitively. “I don’t suppose we could do it so... so ah could kiss too?”

Sweetie’s immediate wink was more of an answer, than the unicorn could probably have given with words. But then, she probably would have agreed to anything if it meant getting a penis inside her at this point. It was kind of hard to tell how much of it was your tender feelings for your friend, and how much of it was just a raw, animal need that your friend could provide for.

Sweetie was unsurprisingly amiable to doing it “The Scootaloo Way.” Apple Bloom lay against the pillow, well the protective mat on the pillow, pressed up against the wall. Sweetie climbed atop the colt laying there, and eagerly slid Apple Bloom inside her again, the penis vanishing in the unicorn’s soft hips as Sweetie’s wet heat surrounded it once more.

Apple Bloom didn’t even fully perceive how lonely her lips were, until the penetrated Sweetie Belle leaned down and brought her lips to kiss against hers. Apple Bloom moaned into the kiss, surprised at the feeling it evoked, and without even breaking it, Sweetie’s hips gyrated, sliding her penis in and out of that fleshy pocket. Apple Bloom felt connected on both ends, like there was a circuit of pleasure between her and Sweetie. Not even able to think, she pushed hungrily against Sweetie’s lips, breathing through her nose and thrusting back against the unicorn, filling that Sweetie up deep with the penis she was given.

Sweetie’s hips joined with Apple Bloom’s in a steady rhythm, stroking Apple Bloom’s senses wild. Sweetie didn’t have any problem at all pistoning that way, since she was really gosh darn horny: enough that her hips moved all on their own, in that instinctive humping motion, singlemindedly aimed to fill themselves with seed. Sweetie did have some trouble kissing while thrusting though, since Sweetie had to breathe through her nose, and needed to pull back gasping occasionally from the stimulation exciting her body. She ended up alternating between sliding that cock back and forth in her passage, and jamming her hips still against Apple Bloom’s, kissing Apple Bloom with a ferocity the earth pony clearly hadn’t expected, but certainly wasn’t complaining about.

They were enjoying themselves so much, and Scootalooe’s insides were just fine, but she was watching Apple Bloom’s penis gleaming in the air, for the moments before it vanished inside Sweetie Belle again, and Scootaloo was just... well it probably wasn’t an unreasonable request, was it? But she had to hurry and ask it, because with the gasps Apple Bloom was giving, Scootaloo’s window of opportunity was closing.

“Hey, I uh, hey guys, hold on a second!” Scootaloo nudged Sweetie Belle who reluctantly stopped the reckless pistoning that was making her close her eyes, and gasp, and toss her curls around heedlessly.

“I know this is kind of weird but,” Scootaloo said hesitantly, crossing a hoof in a way she so rarely did. “I did get your boy stuff Apple Bloom, and I feel amazing, but I didn’t get to feel your boy penis.”

“You sure got that tube stuck in you though,” Apple Bloom said somewhat grumpily, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, but I was hoping that before you orgasmed in Sweetie Belle, that you could...” Scootaloo huffed, trying to find the words, “Put it in me a little more? N-not to orgasm or anything, I mean. I just want to feel you in there, just a few times, and then you can put it in Sweetie Belle, and put all your boy stuff all in her, and spilling out and stuff.”

“...maybe there’s a basis to this,” Sweetie said contemplatively, calmly straddling Apple Bloom’s crotch with nary a penis in sight between them. “Maybe to cure estrus you need boy stuff, and a boy penis.”

“Aw, I hope not!” Apple Bloom said, squirming stiffly against the wall Sweetie pressed her up against. “After all that effort. Is your estrus still bothering you, Scoots?”

Scootaloo looked back where her groin was all messy with the white goo that Apple Bloom made, and most of it was way deep up inside her. She shook her head, saying, “No, it’s not! It’s just like when you really did it. I feel great. I just... I dunno maybe I just ... maybe I just like your... penis?”

Scootaloo turned and presented without even thinking about it, saying, “Sure that decorator was fun and all, but it wasn’t a penis. It felt way different, and I just... kind of... miss it.” She shivered in place, not really sure if she came off as a weirdo, or was just being rude.

Sweetie walked next to Scootaloo then, and smiled, caressing her cheek with a hoof, just like Scootaloo had done to her while Sweetie orgasmed earlier. Wait, when did she–! “Go ahead Scootaloo,” Sweetie said in that voice so full of love. “I know you’ll stop before it happens, because you know I need it, so you can enjoy yourself.”

Scootaloo turned, and saw Apple Bloom lying there with a semi-confused expression on her face. Apple Bloom’s naked penis was just hanging there out in the open air, while the pony beneath it with those ruby red locks and lemon yellow fur gave her an uncertain smile and saluted jauntily. Sweetie Belle was standing beside Scootaloo, just heaving with lust, a steady trickle running down her leg, and yet in all that she was still looking at Scootaloo encouragingly.

“Thanks, girls,” Scootaloo said, her chest shaking with more emotion than she’d thought she was feeling. Scoots climbed atop Apple Bloom and straddled her hips, trapping that cock in between them. It was so warm against her vulva. It pulsed, not the pumping pulses, but just the gentle beat of Apple Bloom’s heart. Wasting no time, Scootaloo stilted her hind legs up, maneuvering the penis with her hoof until it lined up, and then sank down on it with a satisfied sigh as her insides hugged around it.

Scootaloo didn’t even bounce. She just sat there and felt Apple Bloom in there. She stroked Apple Bloom’s chest fur, the delight in her stirring her emotions like a cauldron. She didn’t even realize she was crying until the tears started to hit Apple Bloom’s chest.

“Are you okay, Scootaloo?” Apple Bloom said worriedly. She said worriedly. She had a penis and it was stuffed up into Scootaloo, and she wasn’t just trying to use it. She was still saying things worriedly, with actual concern.

“I’m fine I just,” Scootaloo mouthed, trying to figure out why it was so hard to breathe evenly, “You are the best friends I ever–” and she just choked back a sob then. Why was she crying? This was the most wonderful thing that ever happened to her!

Scootaloo stood up, Apple Bloom’s penis extending from her well worked vagina like a smooth piston, then walked forward the last bit, and climbed off of Apple Bloom, saying, “Y-you can finish now Sweetie.” She couldn’t look at them or they might see her. She felt like she was going to fall off the shelf and shatter into a million pieces. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her head and looked at Sweetie Belle giving the unicorn a genuine smile. “I’m satisfied.”

Yeah, there was no way Sweetie Belle was going to so much as twitch after a breakdown like that. “C’mon Sweetie,” Scootaloo quipped, “Who’s the one in heat here, you or me?” She rubbed at her eyes saying, “I I don’t know why I’m crying I’m not sad it must just be the estrus messing with me.”

“Scootaloo...” Sweetie said wistfully.

Scootaloo smiled again, holding her head straight and walking up to Sweetie. “I’m fine, Sweetie. But you’re not. Don’t you remember?”

Sweetie opened her mouth to retort, but Scootaloo reared up onto Sweetie’s back from the side, curling her hooves over Sweetie’s thigh shouting, “Your labia monster must be fed!” Sweetie squealed and tried to buck Scootaloo off reflexively, but Scootaloo had a hoof wrapped around her tail, and used the other to tickle Sweetie’s vulva shouting, “Arrr, a sacrifice it demands! Boy stuff in every corner!”

The alarm clock went off.

Author's Note

Big Mac clearly has his priorities straight.

Dinky's Dilemma

She couldn’t buck Scootaloo off, and neither did Sweetie Belle want to, because as much as Scootaloo was teasing her, Sweetie Belle must have been really aroused, because she didn’t feel tickled at all by Scootaloo’s tickling. The tickling just made her stop bucking, and she groaned exasperatedly at the pegasus messing with her folds. Except it came out as a lustful, needy groan, instead. She really didn’t want to stop feeling this way.

“You... are shameless, Scootaloo!” Sweetie tried to admonish, but it was hard to sound effective when Scootaloo was touching her so nicely. Her burning nethers welcomed the hoof strokes, in tingles that made her entire bottom shiver. Apple Bloom was just laying there on her back on one of their prepared protective mats, looking at Sweetie and Scootaloo with amusement, her hooves folded and her gleaming cock dangling above her. Sweetie looked at Apple Bloom’s cock, still dripping wetly with–wait, Scootaloo had just been on that penis. If she hurried, Sweetie could have Scootaloo’s girl stuff inside her again!

“Okay okay I’ll do it!” Sweetie gasped heartily. Scootaloo let off of her then, and true to her word, Sweetie went to climb back on Apple Bloom. Sweetie Belle didn’t have the emotional reaction Scootaloo did though, just a singular burning need. The excitement of being so intimately close to Scootaloo, having Scootaloo indirectly inside her, was secondary to Sweetie Belle’s surging need to breed with this pony she straddled, to perform an act she understood on every level, except perhaps the consequences of it. Once she’d centered that wonderful penis on target, Sweetie Belle resolved to never let it go until she was bursting full of boy goo.

Yet Sweetie almost leapt right off Apple Bloom’s penis, when it did slide inside her, her flesh parting around the cock with that smooth slippery motion of a filly in heat. It felt somehow more electric, every place it touched. She couldn’t even inhale, just gape at Apple Bloom dumbly. He was doing boy stu– no he wasn’t she felt–no she– what was with his–her penis?! It felt so different! It was making Sweetie tingle so much more, and...

Sweetie Belle inhaled at last, then groaned so deeply that her voice shook with passion. It felt like he was doing it, but just a little, just enough to quench her like a spray bottle on hot cobblestone. “What did you do?” she asked looking down at Apple Bloom with big eyes.

“Wh-whut?” Apple Bloom said hazily, looking back at her with a dumb confused expression.

“You did it! But you didn’t!” Sweetie almost shrieked, her hooves braced on Apple Bloom’s chest. “You made boy stuff you... you did...” she lay her head against Apple Bloom, Sweetie’s hips surging strongly to slide that colthood along her tingling walls. And that made it better/worse! “I can feel it!” Sweetie begged, and just started bucking against Apple Bloom mindlessly, lowly moaning out, “Ohhhh... mmmnh...” as she pistoned him in her again and again and again!

When Apple Bloom began surging against her, Sweetie pushed Apple Bloom’s chest away, making absolutely sure that she never ever stopped thrusting her hips down on her penis. With her hips churning, Sweetie braced against him, gazing down into his eyes. She didn’t know how she looked, rocking on top of him like that, but the way he was looking at her. Apple Bloom had his eyes half closed, and his mouth was hanging open and huffing out harsh breaths. Sweetie could tell that he couldn’t even think, he was so aroused. Something was making Apple Bloom so eager, that it was making his head spin.

That something was Sweetie Belle.

And seeing that was making her eyes dip closed and her breath huff out as Sweetie hunched over him. She was making him that way, and that was making her that way, and that was making him that way! Back and forth, their arousal was resonating, like a swelling orchestra, stroking inside her like the bow across a violin. Surely now they both looked like Scootaloo had, when she had squirmed so sexily above Sweetie Belle with need. Not just the incredibly sexy Apple Bloom, but both of them. Both Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle must look that good, because of how good it feels!

They were doing it together. Sweetie almost felt like they were one pony, like she was the one controlling Apple Bloom’s bucking hips with her vagina’s squeezing stroking, and Apple Bloom’s penis was making Sweetie bounce up and down on it, like it wasn’t Sweetie even doing it. The pleasure that penis was giving her was making her do it, over and over again. Apple Bloom’s hooves had wrapped around behind Sweetie, and he was pulling her against him, even as Sweetie was pushing him away from her, in a perfect balance only disturbed by their writhing hips, determined to slide that penis until it–

The flare made both of them moan as one, the hips beneath Sweetie arching upward against hers as Sweetie trapped him as deep inside her tummy as she could. She felt his swelling member kissing her in there, and kissed it back with the juiciest squeezes she could muster. She was losing control of her squeezes though, and that meant only one thing. Sweetie Belle was about to orgasm.

It would be a crime not to orgasm with that glorious penis inside her. She imagined it ballooning outward, just like she’d seen beneath her hooves, expanding hugely before her very eyes. She looked at her broad hips where only the base of Apple Bloom’s penis revealed what was embedded in her. She couldn’t pull Apple Bloom out of her very much anymore. She was just too full inside. Inside her belly, his penis was doing that.

She didn’t–she couldn’t have that much room inside her! Not for that flare! Yet her jerking, excited bucking against him was only getting him more ensconced in her moist depths. They were hardly even thrusting anymore, just pulling back and forth against each other needily. The tingle was building in her tummy fiercely. Just a little more, and Sweetie could explode and ripple on him and scream and buck and–

And then a jet of semen burst inside her.

Sweetie Belle came like Marvin K. Mooney

Author’s Note: what is wrong with me

Sweetie Belle couldn’t even feel her legs when it was happening. She couldn’t feel her lower torso, only her delirious pleasure at the convulsing vagina within her. The stretching gooey sticky spurts of boy stuff. More! More! Her channel was turning from tight and hot to thick and gooey. She was a jelly donut and he was filling her with jelly. She may have fallen against Apple Bloom, pressed her soft white belly against his squirming yellow belly, she couldn’t even tell. Sweetie Belle was only made aware there existed a world outside her cunny at all, when that goo started to splurt thickly out of it, trapped in-between their bodies.

It made Sweetie Belle cough-gasp wetly. It made Sweetie Belle smear it on her needy labia, on her whole belly, on every inch of fur she could reach. It made her sob with joy. It made her– just like Scootaloo! She was shuddering and sobbing incoherently, unable to come to her senses as every nerve was singing to her, writhing on Apple Bloom’s belly. She was so melty inside she felt like she was boy stuff, just going to melt into a gooey white puddle from the waist down. And then–!

Apple Bloom in the meantime was seriously reconsidering whether she wanted to become a girl again. Because she just did that to Sweetie. What colt could make Sweetie do that besides Apple Bloom? Apple Bloom wanted to feel what Sweetie was feeling so bad, but if she was the only one who could make Sweetie feel that way, what right did she have to make Sweetie give that up? Could she put up with being a colt forever? Could she resign herself to the less than mind blowing, yet heady, powerful, and pleasurable feeling of pumping semen into a filly, as she did it again and again and again?

Not that she was seriously complaining about feeling like this.

With her dick throbbing, pulsing, pumping, with her cum rushing through every inch of Sweetie Belle’s cunt to smear out between both of them, Apple Bloom was feeling more like a colt than she’d ever been. It just felt so right to do this, just hug her tight and arch up and let the eager pumping fill this unicorn. And as every spurt made Sweetie scream louder, bucking insensate against Apple Bloom’s chest, the heart aching delight at seeing that happen to Sweetie Belle made Apple Bloom wonder just how much she cared whether she felt like a filly at all. And then–!

Scootaloo remained right there watching the whole thing happen. She just felt a huge sense of awe and relief. Awe at what Apple Bloom’s semen did to her best friend, and relief that the two of them would be lucky to remember their own names after an orgasm like that, much less any stupid sappy pegasi who were being totally dumb and uncool, not that there were any like that in this room. Nope. Not a one. Never happened.

Walking behind them, Scootaloo got front row seats when Apple Bloom started doing Sweetie Belle. It was impossible not to understand why Sweetie Belle’s rump mashed so heavily against Apple Bloom’s, because behind them curving out of the unicorn’s soft white vulva, seamlessly into Apple Bloom’s torso, was that thick penis, framed by a tight ball sack. A tight yellow fuzzy ball sack that was part of Apple Bloom now. Sweetie Belle’s orgasm was so beautiful and apparent. Scootaloo could easily tell as Sweetie went limp and crazy up there; her convulsing vagina was right there, flexing powerfully around Apple Bloom’s cock. Scootaloo’s own twinged sympathetically at that display, not in a needy, but in a hearty, boy stuff filled, sympathetic way.

The base of Apple Bloom’s penis started flexing and relaxing in a rippling motion. Scootaloo could see it, even before the boy stuff started coming out. Just pumping that goo into the quivering unicorn so deeply that—at first—not even a drop came out of Sweetie’s tight bottom. It just all kept going inside. When semen did begin to drool out around that penis, it pulsed out in the same rhythm of the way that penis was flexing, and of Apple Bloom’s eagerly jerking tail. Sweetie’s flesh was quivering wherever the stuff touched. Scootaloo couldn’t help it. She just had to reach forward and smear it around, making Sweetie squeal when Scootaloo’s hoof rubbed that semen along her sensitive soft pelvis, making Apple Bloom groan as Scootaloo’s touch started the penis spasms going strong again. Scootaloo couldn’t help it she had to... to...

She licked Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom. It was so sticky and slimy and hot. It was wonderful! It was a filly and a colt, it was both! They fit so perfectly together. Apple Bloom calmed down despite her attentions, but Scootaloo didn’t care. She just wanted to taste her, the sweaty ball sack, to explore the bizarre penetration filling up her friend, the curve of penis that was so Apple Bloom inch after inch, until suddenly it was Sweetie Belle’s flesh, and her pinkish white, blushing crotch’s soft curve. Sweetie Belle cried out softly as Scootaloo’s tongue transferred from hot penis to soft unicorn pelvis, and her entrance started to spasm again. Scootaloo just petted the unicorn softly above her tail and hugged both their slimy groins to her face.

Sweetie roused presently, full to bursting of Apple Bloom’s penis and semen, a pleased coo escaping her chest as she realized where she was again, and what state she was in. There had even been a tongue at the end: even with Apple Bloom’s penis in her too she had still felt a tongue sliding along her distended labia. It must have been Scootaloo licking them. Sweetie lifted up from Apple Bloom again, looking down at her— at his dazed expression, with a warm friendly feeling swelling in her chest. Then she lifted his head up and closed her eyes, pulling their lips together into the softest, gentlest, fullest kiss. Apple Bloom tasted like Apple Bloom. It was perfect.

She broke the kiss then, turning on her side from the waist up. She held her crotch down tight to keep ahold of Apple Bloom’s softening penis as long as possible, but she did manage to tilt to her side, leaning her head lazily on her forehoof and looking at Scootaloo saying, “Those licks you did were really nice.”

Scootaloo smiled nervously, saying, “N-not too weird then? I wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with me y’know, because you already had the penis?”

“I don’t think licking ever felt better, than when Apple Bloom’s penis was already in me,” Sweetie said admiringly.

“Really?” Scootaloo said brightening, “We’ll have to try that more then!”

“About that,” Apple Bloom said ominously. “Now that you got your boy stuff, I was hoping we could talk. About... us.”

“You are my best friend, Apple Bloom” Sweetie said happily, nuzzling Apple Bloom in the chest. Her smile faltered when Apple Bloom slipped out of her at last, but she continued nuzzling and cuddling close.

“And what about me?” Scootaloo snarked.

“You too,” Sweetie said without looking up. “You’re both my best friends.”

“How many best friends do ya got?” Apple Bloom asked the dissheveled looking unicorn. She looked silly when she tried to be all serious and contemplative with her sweaty mane hanging around her face like that.

“Hmm,” Sweetie said, “There’s Rarity, and there’s you and Scootaloo. And... that’s it.”

Something about what Sweetie Belle said was terribly sad. Apple Bloom sighed. “That’s kinda what I want to talk about. I love what we been doing, but... hey c’mon Scoots, lay with me and Sweetie.”

Scootaloo did so without hesitation, the gentle feeling in her cunt making her just ache to be stroked and touched. She got so huggy with boy stuff in her; it was weird, but it was kinda fun to be like this, without feeling vulnerable or skittish. She and Sweetie were hugging each other over Apple Bloom’s chest, each sitting on one side of the she-colt. Apple Bloom wrapped her forearms around their shoulders and held them close, continuing.

“You two are mah best friends too,” she said, “And maybe Archer. I wanna find more about Archer’s friend Dinky too. And Rumble and Shady seem pretty cool. But they ain’t been with me through thick and thin for a whole year like you two. Ah’ve never been more glad to have friends than you. But,” she tightened her hug on them, “We could be the best friends in the whole wide world, and that won’t stop you from needin’ boy stuff.”

“Not really following, Apple Bloom,” Scootaloo said honestly, luxuriate in the feel of her warm close friends touching right against her, but still pretty clueless about what Apple Bloom is trying to say.

“Ahm not gonna be a colt much longer,”

“Oh,” Scootaloo said mutedly, looking down at the boy chest she leaned against.

“Y’see the problem then,” Apple Bloom continued more confidently. “Just like Discord to sow discord among us. When ah trade up this dick of mine for a vagina again, it’ll be hard on us. I won’t be able to give you two boy stuff anymore, and ah’ll need it mahself.”

“Do you have to?” Sweetie said unhappily, clinging to Apple Bloom’s chest protectively. “I mean, maybe you could just... not ask him?”

Apple Bloom sighed, and both of them could feel it. “Sweetie,” she said somberly, “You remember that orgasm you just had?”

“Do I ever!” she smiled, squirming her legs together.

“Are you okay with me goin’ mah whole life without ever feeling something like that?”

Sweetie stilled and got quiet.

“But you orgasm too!” Scootaloo protested. “I mean, I’m totally okay with you being a filly, but being a colt is fine too!”

“Heh, well it’s something alright,” Apple Bloom agreed. “I won’t deny it feels real good, and I never felt quite as, I dunno, smug in mah tummy when I pumped that stuff into you. But ah think my orgasm is only like a quarter as long as when ah was a filly. It’s I dunno, less excitin’. You see me doin’ it I just sit there pumping away for a bit, and soon as the last squirt gets out of me my orgasm is over and done.”

Sweetie actually lifted up off of Apple Bloom’s chest to stare at her astonishedly. “You mean you don’t keep orgasming after you’re done pumping?!” she exclaimed squeakily.

Apple Bloom shook her head. “It’s weird, I know! I just can’t keep it up it’s like tryin’ to hold onto a bunch of wet noodles. And then ah can’t even do it again!”

Bloom sat up straighter, prodding at her sticky groin with little to no effect. “The way ah feel right now this thing might as well just be an elbow. It’s just I dunno, boring!”

“Then why don’t colts have a problem with it?” Scootaloo said almost defensively. She sat up too, the three of them facing each other now, making more of a circle of sitting ~~fillies~~foals than a hot dog shape. “They must get something out of it.”

“No estrus for one,” Apple Bloom said with a laugh.

“But you said it!” Scootaloo pointed out, “That’s boring!”

“Lots of folks like boring,” Apple Bloom said, “You know how hard ah had to try to convince those colts, before they’d even so much as stand next to a filly without freaking out? Ah think colts are just that way. Plus there’s less of ‘em, so even if only a few ponies like boring, then that’s enough for them all to be colts.”

“Plus it’s not like they have any choice,” Sweetie added lightly, “There’s not supposed to be magic to change you from a colt into a filly.”

“Mah situation is like a million on one ah think,” Apple Bloom agreed, “I could’ve just as well ended up as a chicken than a colt tryin to deal with that particular individual.”

“Still, it doesn’t sound so bad being a colt,” Scootaloo put in thoughtfully. Apple Bloom looked at her curiously, and was going to say more but then the alarm clock started ringing.

Apple Bloom hit the ringer, thanking every pony god (even Discord) that they’d thought to put it there. She couldn’t imagine how bad she’d feel if she lost her family’s trust again.

“Okay, quick we got any spills?” she said, looking around the clubhouse floor. It was pretty messy and smeared around, but they kept it mostly to the mats at least. “Scoots, you get the mats clean. Sweetie you get a sponge for our hips. Ah’ll get any spots that the missed the mats.” They did so and Apple Bloom didn’t even have to ask Sweetie to go to town on their crotches. The enthusiasm didn’t really surprised her, but Sweetie still had the gentlest touch of the three of them, and a good attention to detail that made sure they weren’t going to wake up in the morning with dried sticky fur. Scootaloo was the fastest, and really efficient at swiping off the mats and mopping everything up with soapy water. As the saying goes pegasi take to water like a duck to water. The three of them finished and were about to leave, but before they did,

“So to make it quick,” Apple Bloom said hastily, “Ah like bein’ a colt just fine, but I want to be a filly again, and ah’m going to be a filly again, and what we need to do is get all three of us a nice colt to take care of, so he can help us with our estrus in return. So all this puttin’ mah boy stuff in you has got to stop.”

Their ears wilted a little at the thought of it.

“You had enough of me anyway,” Apple Bloom insisted, “And I wanna take a satellite role so I don’t make any filly too terribly coltless when ah do get Discord’s shindig dispelled. You two need to put other colts inside you from now, and try to find one you like, and uh...” she blushed adding, “If you could scout ‘em out for me, ahm gonna need a lotta help at first as a filly, because I caint put a boy in me now, so there’s no way to prepare.”

“You really thought this through,” Sweetie said admiringly, if concernedly.

“I totally see your point too,” Scootaloo added. “I don’t want to get stuck in estrus again, and we haven’t even tried any other colts yet.”

“I wonder if they feel different,” Sweetie said with an indulgent grin, her ears perking up again. The three of them shared an eager conspiratorial smile.

Apple Bloom slapped them on the back, Sweetie a bit too hard making her stumble and squeak. Oops. Actually that was kinda adorable.

“Well okay then,” Apple Bloom said, “We’re done here and that’s all I have to say. You two get back to your families too before it gets dark. None of us wanna be late for dinner or worse, in trouble, so, so long, crusaders!”

“Seeya, Apple Bloom!” they both said in unison.

Apple Bloom was the first out the clubhouse, and she turned back to hear Sweetie calling “Bye Scootaloo!” in the distance. Then Apple Bloom sped up to a brisk trot, the acres whizzing away as she saw the lantern lit windows of her farm house approaching.

It was hard to find Scootaloo all weekend. That filly was always so busy with something. You’d think she’d just be hanging around the playground or the jungle gym, but she always seemed to have something to do on the weekends. Rainbow Dash was glad to catch Scootaloo by Sunday afternoon. Dash was heading for some important business, when she saw the filly far below, pulling along a load of paint buckets and rollers in her wagon. Correcting her course, Rainbow Dash swooped down.

“Hey squirt!” she shouted fluttering up beside the scooting pony. “Whatcha up to?”

“Hey sis!” Scootaloo said excitedly, “Me and Archer are getting 30 bits to whitewash the Second Chance soup kitchen!”

“Wow, 30 bits a-piece?” Dash asked surprised.

“No, 30 bits total,” Scootaloo said somewhat mollified.

“Well still,” Dash continued, “15 bits is a lot of money for a filly! What are you going to do with it, buy a new scooter maybe? No offense but your old one is getting a bit shabby.”

Scootaloo kept riding a while, then said, “Yeah, totally! I have one already picked out.” She flashed Dash a cheeky smile.

“Hey, could you hold up just a sec?” Rainbow asked, and Scootaloo eagerly pulled up to a halt in front of the pegasus. She looked up at her while Rainbow Dash tried to find the guts to say it. “Yeah uh, so,” she fidgeted looking away, “So, you remember how I promised you flying lessons soon as the summer kicked in?”

Scootaloo was silent, so Rainbow Dash risked a glance, and the filly wasn’t looking at her anymore, just looking down at the ground. “Y-yeah?” she asked at last unenthusiastically.

“Well it’s just–” Dash bit her lip hesitantly, cringing inwardly at the shabby state of Scootaloo’s wings. “I mean, I–” Dash felt so cold inside then, because Scootaloo looked up at her and her eyes were just... empty.

“It’s okay Rainbow Dash,” she said apathetically, “I know you’re real busy. Maybe some other time.”

She turned to scoot along, and Dash said quickly, “B–busy?! No, what? No that’s not what I meant at all!” Scootaloo paused, and Rainbow Dash went on, “It’s just, I mean I have to, um, talk to you about your wwwwyour estrus! I just wanted to say, you didn’t have to make it, if it’s too bad! I hear estrus came real early this year, and so if you’re not up to flying lessons I will totally understand.” Rainbow Dash smiled. Nailed it.

Scootaloo turned to her with life in her eyes again, but a look of outrageous shock! “Are you kidding?!” she squeaked. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world! You you think I’m gonna let some big dumb estrus stop me?” She smiled again, a real, genuine smile this time. “Don’t worry I’m totally still up for it,” she said with passion, “Tomorrow, right? After the exam! Just like you said!”

“Er, right!” Dash said confidently. “I’ll give you a week of assessment, and then maybe once a week workouts, with exercises for you in between, and we’ll get you up in the ...air in no time!” Assuming Scootaloo wanted to spend even one day on this, after Rainbow Dash said what she thought about her wings, that is.

Scootaloo actually hopped off her scooter to give Rainbow Dash a hug. “This is so great, Rainbow Dash! I mean, sis!” She didn’t even hug other ponies usually, so it was weird that she was getting all up close to Rainbow now. Not that it was a bad thing or anything, but Dash didn’t really know what to do in this situation. She wasn’t sure it was healthy for the kid to be ignoring her real family for sake of her perfunctory sister.

So, Rainbow Dash just awkwardly put a hoof around the kid instead of hugging her tight and said, “So, meet you at the uh, skate park after exams.”

“I am so there,” Scootaloo agreed cheerily, pulling back and jumping on her scooter. “I really gotta get going though, Miss Charity doesn’t like to wait.”

“It’s really nice what you’re doing for all those homeless ponies,” Rainbow Dash said fluffing her wings out to take off herself, and also stall. “I didn’t take you for a charitable pony.”

Scootaloo laughed, “Yeah, all those homeless ponies you know.” There was an edge to her laugh that worried Rainbow.

“Is it a school assignment?” Dash asked cautiously.

“Yeah, yeah it’s a school assignment,” Scootaloo said, “Lots of extra credit, so I’ll see you later, sister!” She buzzed off without another word, leaving Dash standing there a moment, feeling strangely unsettled with their conversation.

“...huh,” she murmured softly, then took off into the air, heading along to her original destination, which was totally not a cloud to nap in. Her unsettled thoughts followed her along the way.

Meanwhile unhappily alone, a little unicorn filly aptly named Dinky trod aimlessly down Oak street in Ponyville. Every step she took compressed her labia together and made them slide along each other, like a devilish creature were back there stimulating her. It was better than standing still though. The weekend was almost over, and Dinky had thought she’d be ready for exams tomorrow, but as the days passed and her incredible experience with that yellow colt grew further away, her nethers began to reawaken with a vengeance. Every time she closed her eyes she could feel that incredible pistoning that had taken her breath away. Every time she so much as glanced at her crotch she could see crotch back then, prone, helpless, spread out and penetrated that penis going deeper and deeper inside her. It was amazing that she had a place down there that a penis could do that to, but somehow she had ended up at a loss to find the yellow colt to do it with again.

School was out, so asking Archer was out of the question. Dinky would ask other ponies, but she was so awkward around them that it just took too much willpower for her to so much as introduce herself, never mind asking for directions. Dinky had been filled in her own bedroom too, and she had no idea where the colt went afterwards. Now that she knew she had a place in her like that, she wanted to fill it over and over again, and she couldn’t, so all she could do was wander around town, a lost filly in a sea of strangers, searching through legs and behind moving carts for those few familiar colors that she could recognize.

At this point she would take any colt. Dinky wondered if they would mind if she just ran up and put them in her. Probably. It was sort of like hugging, and that certainly wasn’t something Dinky could just walk up, and do to somepony. They’d get mad at her or think she’s being weird or, or like her mother. Maybe she was like her mother in a way, but unlike mom, Dinky knew better than to trust her own instincts. The only trouble is, that left her without any pony to hug, and without any colt to hug with her inside place.

Looking at her, you wouldn’t know a filly in distress. Dinky smiled easily, probably the only emotion she really could express. When other ponies smiled at her as they passed, she smiled brightly back, because that’s what they want to see from you, before returning to a blandly neutral expression. She’d gotten really good at smiling and even laughing with practice, but struggled with other things like anger or fear, emotions that didn’t have good instructions on how to express. There certainly were no instructions on how to express this heated burning between her legs, that made her hunch forward slightly, and kept her tail pretty much perpetually in a curved up position. She knew not to expose herself totally of course, because that’s something stupid ponies did who didn’t know anything about how to interact in polite company. She hated those stupid ponies, who didn’t care about others’ feelings, and she didn’t want to be like them.

The eager twitches she felt inside, just aching to wrap around a penis again, made her legs wobbly and it was hard to hold her hips steady. So she swayed as she walked, and she walked instead of standing still. Her face felt flushed even though she wasn’t embarassed at all. Her butt felt flushed. She hated that butt. It was making her go look for a colt she had no idea how to find, because she couldn’t stand the urge enough to leave it alone. Now that she knew she could put a colt in there, it was so much more intense, like her disoriented painful confusion had suddenly become very clear in focus. It was such a simple formula, and it was one she was about willing to break walls down in order to accomplish. But breaking walls wouldn’t help anything since she didn’t have the one thing she did need, which was a colt.

There were a noticeable lack of colts walking around on the street ever since this estrus thing started. Or stallions for that matter to a lesser degree, but just the thought of a stallion made her tremble in fear and disgust. Disgust because she could imagine all the horrible ways she could screw it up. She’d be too happy for him and he’d look at her like they looked at mom and run away. Or she’d try to say hello and just find herself unable to so much as squeak seeing his unfamiliar face looking at her critically. Or he would smile at her like her newest daddy, and tell her that she needed to drink more of that stupid tea, like she was a little filly who was too dumb to understand what she wanted.

And then there was the thought that if he tried, stallions were so much bigger than colts, and Dinky was so short even for foals of her own age. He’d probably try to put it in and she couldn’t stretch herself big enough, so he’d just push her forward without penetrating. And then he’d just roll his eyes and tell her she has to wait until she got to be big and strong.

This hypothetical stallion that she would be too shy to approach.

Dinky found herself walking up the hill to school, even though there would be nopony there on a Sunday. Trying the doors, she found them securely shuttered. She sighed, leaning the blunt tip of her horn against the wood, as if that would somehow ease the tension she felt. From the schoolhouse, Dinky came to gaze down the hill, trying with her limited vision to spot a colt of some sort. They were harder to find than ever it seemed, not Rumble, nor Shady nor any she could think of, as if they were all off hidden somewhere doing something private with somepony else.

“Oh, I just don’t know...” she said fretfully to nopony in particular. She would not finish that sentence. “I need to find a colt,” she said, “But how?” No logical answers were presenting themselves. She closed her eyes and said “I just wish... I wish I could find somepony who could make me feel like that again. I wish... huh?”

Dinky opened her eyes and lifted them up, and of course she couldn’t see it, but she was pretty sure her horn was lighting up again. It was that unmistakable sparkly feeling flowing up her spine and out her forehead. Nothing unusual for a unicorn her age, but unlike most unicorns of her age, she didn’t have the resources, or the parenting to know what she was doing. Dinky only knew it was lighting up at all, because the last time she felt this way in her head, she’d gone and looked at her reflection and seen a whitish golden aura around her horn. Just like the instruction book had said, Dinky’s aura was the same color as her eyes, those rare colored eyes her mother had mysteriously gotten, just as mysteriously as her mother had given birth to a unicorn. It was something of a source of pride for Dinky, that she could make such an unusual light. It was a color that, before she existed, her mother could never share with anypony who wouldn’t look her in the eyes.

Dinky closed her eyes again and thought back to the exercises she’d read about. Calm your thoughts and find your center, it said. The book didn’t say anything about just how difficult that was to do in estrus though. She felt like she was being pulled back into her own vagina. Her ‘center’ as far as she could tell had moved from the center of her chest right back to the place in between her legs. At least she knew that twinging feeling was her vagina now. That it was muscles in her bottom trying to clench around a penis that wasn’t there. It was a hot aching tension that she couldn’t relieve by stretching out her legs or thighs or stomach muscles. No, only something in there could stretch it out, a fact that yellow colt had demonstrated for her beyond her wildest dreams.

The more she closed her eyes and calmed herself, the more worked up she seemed to get. It was such a contrary feeling. Every bit she relaxed was readying herself, preparing for the moment that a colt would push into there and burst inside her with that soothing cream. The more she relaxed and loosened up, the more she was ready to close down on something like a vice. She... she wanted to hug somepony, wanted him to hug her while he was doing it, so she could hug him back with her special insides. She felt a hot drop of fluid trickle down her leg.

Dinky opened her eyes, huffing in frustration. This wasn’t working at all. It would have been great if she had a colt, but all she was trying to do was focus her magic to figure out what it was doing, and her desire to satisfy her butt was making it just impossible to even think. She looked down the hill toward Ponyville where her home lay, where she would find bitter tasting soothing tea and kind hugs waiting for her. But they weren’t special hugs. Something about having a colt inside her turned hugging from merely pleasant, to absolutely mind blowing. Whatever triggered her in there had made every touch all over her body so much more pleasurable and, more important somehow.

If only it had lasted. But almost three days later, Dinky was feeling as hot and shaky as ever. It’d still been spectacular and it sure beat a remedy that only lasted a few hours not entire whole days. But Dinky needed more. And to get more she had to find that colt, or, find a colt who was willing to give her more.

In a rare display of emotion that wasn’t smiling or fear, Dinky stomped her hind hoof against the packed dirt and shouted, “Errrgh, where are you, stupid boys?!”

Her horn surged, and her anger fled before concern. Her magic seemed to be feeding back on itself somehow, and she wasn’t sure it was supposed to do that. Of more concern, it seemed to be getting stronger, and quickly. Thinking fast, she tried to dislodge whatever it was in her horn with a good whack of her hoof. The book didn’t say anything about that, but it was how her daddy got machines to stop whirring sometimes, so she figured it would work for her. She was surpised as a bright flash erupted from her horn and threw her back into the dirt. The um, spell thing hovered in front of her in golden filigree, coalescing as it drifted towards the ground curling around as if searching like it were some kind of sinewy creature made entirely out of light.

Then it leapt into the ground entirely and a trail of light emerged from that spot heading along the ground not into town, but towards the west wood. Dinky looked over that way thoughtfully, as she had heard it was a place that foals liked to hide in to get away from the prying eyes of adults. Well, ‘heard’ in the literal fashion; Dinky had just been standing around the corner, listening to some fillies talking with each other about it. Would the colts be literally hiding in there? She looked down again and the trail at her hooves was already fading, so Dinky hastily stood up and booked her tail in gear, following it at a gallop hoping against hope that she had somehow cast a spell that would give her what she needed.

It was difficult to follow once she reached the woods. It didn’t follow a particular hiking trail, or travel around trees or bushes but just kept on going straight underneath, making her have to dodge left and right to get back on track. Worse still, it was dimming as the magic within it ran out, and she didn’t feel confident that she could bolster its power without disrupting it entirely. However, it soon became apparant that Dinky was not going to have to follow her spell anymore, as her ears perked at distant sounds. What sounded like very excited colts.

Dinky’s heart pounded as she realized it had actually worked somehow. She had never read of a spell like that. Simple levitation was easy enough and the book had a very nice introductory light spell that let her both practice her magic and keep reading after dark. That thing had been something else though. She shook her head and tried to focus, creeping forward at a more sedate pace, her hoofsteps making soft crunches in the leaves as she came closer to the colts.

What if it was Featherweight? Oh she couldn’t say a thing to him without his acidic wit tearing into her and sending her running for solitude again. Colts were so intimidating, and her quivering heated insides just made it even worse. She was always afraid of saying something dumb or acting out of place, or ruining her chances by putting off someone who would otherwise have been her friend. The last time she spoke to that adorable Shady, she had started talking about the use of leftover hoof clippings to make adhesive and he just sort of tuned her out, and it wasn’t until half a day later that she realized she’d screwed up. The only other colt in her class Green had said something about Dinky’s mother, and really he was right, but it made her afraid that he’d think the same way about her, so she just walked away stiffly when he said it.

What she really wanted was a colt who she could approach without fear of screwing up or looking bad in front of him. Somepony she could make mistakes with and he wouldn’t hold it against her, and nopony would give her a bad time for saying something wrong to him or accidentally making him feel bad. Not that dreamboat Rumble! She couldn’t even say hi to him without tripping over her own hooves. Somepony less popular maybe, just a nice colt who would—

That was when Dinky got close enough to make out just who was making noise. (Them?!) Dinky thought. (Why would my spell lead me to them?!) She cast her ears around but she didn’t hear any other noise. Just those two. They had to be the dumbest most foolhardy colts in school. Everypony knew about them, and their half witten antics to gain attention. They were so careless of how others thought of them. There was one time they even threatened the entire town with death by bear. Pretty much nopony liked them after that.

She was all ready to turn around and give up, when the gears in her head started turning. They were like professional screwups. Compared to them, Dinky was practically a saint! Nopony liked them, and they were all gross and dumb, and there was no way she would care if she ever screwed up around them. No way she would care if she ever screwed up around them. She could say the stupidest thing in the world, and they could reject her for it and tell her how stupid she was, and she could just say that they were stupid right back, and she’d be right! These two were...

They were...

Perfect...

She began trotting forward again, wincing as she crunched on a leaf and going slower. She didn’t want to scare them away after all, but her groin would feel better faster if she hurried, but she didn’t want to screw this up. She fought her way through bushes and came upon a clearing presently, led to from a trail opposite to her, that Dinky hadn’t been fortunate enough to find. There, she saw two familiar colts by the name of Snips and Snails. The ones who loved the Great and Powerful Trixie, and brought strange things in for show and tell. But what made her gape in astonishment is what they were doing.

Snails had a beatific look on his face, with his hooves up on the shoulders of the shorter, squatter Snips. And from Snails’ pelvis was jutting a truly impressive manhood. He was grunting and moaning with feeling because that penis coming from him was going right into the other pony’s... mouth. Moving in and out of it in a sliding motion, just like that colt had done inside Dinky.

If Dinky had been aroused before, now she was burning up. Her heat flared so hotly that her knees crossed, and she couldn’t choke back the lustful moan that emerged from deep within her chest. She slid her hoof underneath herself there, so desperate to be stroked where her dampness was increasing. She then cut out a gasp and forced herself to stop, because the colts in front of her had stopped doing their... mouth thing and Snails was turning his gaze around nervously. They had heard her! Of– of course they had heard her. She wanted them to hear her, because she needed them to help her. She needed their help inside her so bad.

Dinky walked forward into the clearing unthinkingly, if purposefully. “Hi! Sorry!” she said brightly, not even caring if she sounded stupid or weren’t respecting their unspoken boundaries. “I couldn’t help but see you!” Her smile came easily. She felt unbearable inside, but the answer was staring her right in the face and that alone was enough to make her want to laugh giddily. She didn’t though. She didn’t want to scare them away with her weird fillyness and oddity.

“Ha,” Snails said turning to face forward again away from Dinky. “It’s just a filly!” he uttered slowly, his hips resuming that irresistable rhythmic rocking motion.

“Hmm mmm mmm?” Snips said around Snail’s cock, his head tilting ever so slightly to get a better look at Dinky. Oh Celestia his penis was out too. She could see the tip of it below his squat belly, the flat head where the boy stuff comes out. If that tip was pressed against the bottom of her insides, then he could– again! She could almost feel it in her already.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Snips,” Snails cautioned gently. Then he said somewhat less gently over his shoulder to Dinky, “You don’t scare us! You can use your estrus thing to make our penises come out all you want, and we figured out the trick!” He got more excited as his words got more excited, humping into Snips’ mouth enthusiastically.

“No, please, wait–!” Dinky said desperately, not sure how to approach the situation. What was Snails accusing her of? Somepony must have lied to him, lied so that he wouldn’t put it in her! “What did I do?” she begged unhappily.

Snips gave this exasperated sigh, halting his thrusts and turning his head to face Dinky again. “You used your estrus to make our penises come out,” he explained slowly and patiently, “But you can’t make us feel bad anymore because we can use our mouths.”

“I–I’m not making you feel bad!” she protested, shifting on her hooves uneasily.

Snails rolled his eyes, and just started thrusting very slowly and smoothly, “You are because,” he insisted, “Your smell and lifting your tail and sticking your butt at us makes our penises come out and makes us want to put it in something. But there isn’t something to put it in! So you’re just being mean to us. We (huff) we beat your lil filly game!”

Dinky caught herself half turning her butt around to do just that, and a cold shock went through her as she realized what she was doing. She hadn’t even wanted to do that; she just automatically started lifting her tail and pointing it at them, as soon as the thought crossed her mind. Was doing that hurting colts? She forced her tail down and squirmed her hips miserably. “No,” she denied, “I wont do that I promise I just I need your help please!”

“You’re just saying that to trick us into stopping from doing this,” Snails insisted. “Well, you can’t fool me! I don’t care if you don’t like it, because I’m going to do it, and then so is my friend!”

Something about this wasn’t adding up. Dinky shook her head fiercely, trying to shake some sense into it. How could she get that thing inside her? Was she hurting colts? She wasn’t! That colt said it felt good! Why did they think she hated them? This gorgeous combination of man meat was just impossible to hate she just needed a little... a little something...

“I do like it!” she asserted, “I– I love seeing you and c-colts make me feel good! I want you to feel good, and I want you to do that just– just...”

She walked right up to them with her shoulders hunched shamefully. She was so close she could just reach out and touch them. Should she? Could she? She just wanted...

“I want you to do that,” she repeated more evenly, “But c-could I get in the middle there?”

Author's Note

DinkyxSnailsxSnips OTP bff4evr

Splendid Recovery

Dinky stood there quivering with arousal and anxiety. She couldn’t get rejected by Snails, that would just kill her! Why was he being so mean? Was he even capable of being mean? She just wanted her bottom where Snips’ mouth was; Snails was already putting it in Snips’ mouth so why not her bottom?

Snips bodily shoved himself out from under Snails then with a slight pop, then said, “Aw c’mon Snails look at her she just wants to help!”

Snails stood there silently, looking dully in Dinky’s direction, his thick shaft twitching under him. Oh, the twitching! Dinky just couldn’t stand it. How could these colts be so clueless what an incredible thing they had?

“You really... want me inside of you?” Snails asked with a skeptical look in his eyes. Even a hurt look.

Dinky nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes I do, I promise!” she said quickly.

“And you’re not just gonna make fun of me?” he continued asking.

Dinky shook her head fiercely, “No, no no way am I going to—” she had to pause then, and blushed admitting, “Well, maybe if you put a cap on your baking soda volcano again I would...”

Snails looked at Snips and said, “She’s got us there.”

Snips gave an embarassed smile back.

“All right,” Snails said reluctantly, turning to face the little purple unicorn. “I’ll give her a chance.” Dinky’s heart leapt for joy. She couldn’t hardly even move as he strode towards her, his member swaying in the breeze. She started to bend down to lay on her back, but she had to straighten again when to her surprise Snails put his hooves up on her shoulders and loomed over her, then brought his pelvis forward, to bear his penis against her... muzzle.

Dinky’s mind went blank.

She was... her nose was pressing against a-a penis. She could see the opening in it, the beautiful spongy pad she wanted to feel on her deepest parts. She didn’t want to breathe because she knew she would smell it. Her hind legs were shaking and everything under her tail just felt somehow both drenched and parched at the same time. He thought she... he thought she was talking about her mouth!

“I think she’s chickening out,” Snips said eyeing the paralyzed unicorn critically.

“N-no I gluh,” Dinky said getting a solid whiff of Snails’ scent a hot musky man odor that she just wanted to roll in. “I’m not I promise Immph”

Snails just kind of shoved it into her mouth. Once again, Dinky’s mind went blank. She felt like she was dying from the waist down. That glorious, hot, soft, firm flesh was filling her mouth and pressing against her lips, and the worst part is she could only breathe through her nose. Every breath of his sweaty musk, as that colt started to thrust his cock against the back of her throat, was like a miniature orgasm, not because of the pleasure but because it made her want it more and more.

Dinky just couldn’t take it anymore. Railing against, yet obeying her every instinct, she pulled backwards, coming off of Snails’ cock with a slick pop. Snails fell forward on his hooves as she backed up, looking at her with disappointment and betrayal. Snips just seemed worried about her.

“Please I n-need your... help...” she begged to the respectively disappointed looking and concerned looking unicorn colts. “Not my mouth, I need...” Dinky turned around and lowered her head sticking her rear end as high as it would go, her tail flagging overhead. “Down here...” she whimpered.

“I told you bro,” came Snails’ disapproving voice, “She’s doing it.”

“I guess you’re right, bro,” Snips said in disappointment. What? What had she done? What was she—

Oh Celestia.

Dinky shoved her tail down as fast as it would go, covering up her labia and her need. “I’m sorry!” she said shrilly turning to face them with tears in her eyes, “I wasn’t trying to—I didn’t mean to do that!”

“You just accidentally turned around and showed us your private parts?” Snails said skeptically.

Dinky nodded, and then blinked, and then she nodded. “I– I know it sounds crazy but, I... yeah. I just do that around colts a-and it’s hard not to. I didn’t know it was hurting you.”

“Maybe it’s like when we get boners,” Snips said speculatively. “You can’t stop it when your thing wants to come out, Snails.”

“Yeah,” Snails said abashedly, his head drooping.

“Oh, but I like it when it comes out!” Dinky declared, “But yes, it... seems like the same thing I guess. I just, sort of, can’t help doing it because I want you to see me down there, so that you’ll put it in.”

“Put it in?” Snips asked confusedly.

“Yeah,” Dinky said tenuously, patting her own hindquarters with a hoof, “Put your p-penis in there.”

“Now I know she’s making fun of us,” Snails said disagreeably. “How are we supposed to put it in there, if you don’t have a mouth down there?”

“Pff yeah,” Snips agreed elbowing Snails. “What, she’s got two mouths?”

“No, I do!” Dinky shot out. Then she blushed and mouthed silently, not sure why her words came out that way. The two colts were looking at her very skeptically, so she tried to explain. “I-it’s not exactly a mouth, but it’s like a mouth. A second mouth, I mean. It’s called a vagina. It’s a little space inside me down there t-that gets really big when a colt puts his penis in. I think.”

“Yeah right,” Snails countered, “Then why don’t you ever talk with it? Or eat with it?”

Dinky sat on her heated nethers tenderly, saying in an uncertain tone, “I can’t talk with it I mean it’s not really a mouth. It’s only for putting a penis in, I think, not for eating or talking or holding things.” She paused at that, not really sure if the last one was entirely true. Could she possibly use her vagina to hold things with? Nevertheless the boys didn’t seem convinced.

“I really honestly do,” Dinky insisted, “I could– I could show you it, but I don’t want to if it hurts you.”

“Nah, it’s okay,” Snips said casual in his flippancy. “Our dicks are already out, and you’re not making fun of us. I’ll be happy to check you out!”

Dinky meant to respond more reservedly, but her body just smoothly lifted into the presentation position faster than she intended. “Sorry!” she squeaked, tilting her tail slightly down. “If it’s too much let me know!” They didn’t say anything, and next thing she knew there were two boys sticking their noses into her privates. She was blushing so hard, yet she was loving the fact that they were back there, poking at her curiously and she didn’t have to hide herself from them.

“Why’s it keep popping out like that?” Snails asked curiously, after a particularly lustful throb in her bottom.

“Dunno, um h-hold on,” Dinky said reaching back to lay a hoof against her buttock, pulling to spread herself back there. “Can you see the opening~?” she said breathlessly, her groin again giving her that weird sensation that she didn’t yet know was winking outward.

“All I see is sort of a slot,” Snails said poking a hoof– yes, there, right there!

“That’s it!” Dinky said rocking needily. “That’s where I need your penis...”

“It’d never fit,” Snails said unhappily, as if he really wanted it to. “Can you open your uh, other mouth wider? I can’t see how big it would get.”

Dinky wasn’t sure if they could see her shaking her head, with her ass in the way of their vision. “No, I can only squeeze with it,” Dinky said, “And um...” she managed to wink again. “Wh-hahh-whatever that is. Your penis has to stretch it open.”

“What about my hoof?” Snips said thoughtfully.

Dinky was going to formulate a response, really she was, but then he actually started trying to jam his hoof in there. Her breaths became heavy pants as he stretched her entrance so deliciously left and right and up, and then– then all around. Stretched her all around. He was actually doing it! She couldn’t even talk, just whimper as his solid hoof stuck inside her passage and spread her flesh painfully wide around it.

“Think I almost got it!” Snips said brightly, hauling at Dinky’s hips to push his hoof deeper.

“Wow, it is really stretching a lot,” Snails said in shock and admiration.

Dinky wanted to tell him to stop, that it was way too much, but even the pain felt so good, after needing to be stretched so much, that all she could verbalize was another inarticulate, “Gluh...”

“Doesn’t this hurt?” Snips asked, tilting his head to look around at Dinky, and she could only tell he was tilting his head, because it made his hoof twist in her vagina oh Celestia! “I-it OHH!” she moaned. She just physically couldn’t tell him how it felt so painfully, painfully good. But she seriously was going to pull something, if they kept this up. How could she verbalize that? It feels awesome, so please stop? “St–st...gluh,” was as close as she could come.

“I think it’s hurting her a lot, Snips,” Snails’ voice came guiltily. “She can’t even speak anymore.”

“Oh no!” Snips said pulling out—trying to pull out. Dinky impulsively grabbed him with her vagina, as hard as she could. She wanted him to leave but she wanted to pull on him, and writhe around him and and she was so empty inside. His insistent tugs were driving her absolutely wild, but at the same time they were sadly effective. Soon Snips was once more the sole owner of his glorious and terrible hoof, and Dinky was just trying to catch her breath, shaking from head to tail.

“I-it just got really tight around it,” Snips said in a frightened tone, “A-and it was really hard to pull out. I’m sorry!”

Dinky just took in ragged breaths, saying once she was able, “It... it was too big, sorry. I’m ...okay I think. But... that’s what your penis needs to do. Your penis can fit I-I promise.”

“How much of it?” Snails asked uncertainly.

Dinky laid down on her back as she had before, blushing as she looked up at the silly looking Snails helplessly. She had no way to get what she needed, besides wait for him to come to her. “J-just push it in as far as you can go,” Dinky urged, squirming as if she could call him down to her. “When the other colt did, he went all the way in, b-but you’re bigger so I don’t know... but it’s the deepest part of me that really needs it, so just get as much as you can in. Please...”

But Snails put a hoof on her thigh saying, “Hold on, you aren’t even gonna stand while I put it in your mouth? I mean, your other mouth?”

Dinky looked back at him dumbly. Snails stood over her, his dick swinging above her. Oh that dick, he just had to, and he could put it in and she needed him to—!

“See? I can’t reach you when I’m standing,” Snails said, using his penis as a demonstration device, unable to so much as touch her vulva without crouching down. “So it’s easier if you stand too, like Snips does.” Snails’s penis twitched, and a trickle of precum emanated from the tip, dripping down onto Dinky’s belly as she watched, tantalizing her with those hot milky drops. “Oops, sorry,” Snails said at her sudden hiss.

Dinky immediately shook her head saying, “No, it’s okay. I like how it feels... a lot.” Snails remained silent, just watching her idly rub the sticky lubricant into her vulva with a hoof.

Dinky herself thought back to when she discovered the two boys, and she recalled that back then, Snips had been standing on his four hooves, while Snails’ penis just naturally fit into his mouth at that height. Snips hadn’t been laying down. And Dinky had been standing there just earlier, when Snails’ penis just naturally fit into her mouth. So she could do the same with her vagina, right? Just standing like that, but in reverse?

“A-alright, sorry I’m still new at this,” Dinky said abashedly, standing up underneath Snails. Her rump actually knocked his penis sideways as she did so, and she skittered out of the way afraid of hurting him. He sure didn’t look hurt. Big goofy grin on his face.

“That’s okay,” he said amiably, “All you have to do is stand there and I’ll get up and go into your mouth. Like last time, but your other mouth instead.”

Dinky nodded understandingly, then stood, turning so that he could put his penis in while standing. Woah, she was presenting herself! This was just the same as what she did on accident in front of colts! It must have be her body telling her all along, telling her how to get in the proper position. No wonder she wanted to do it so much! After some nervous fidgeting, Dinky took a few steps backward, until she was in the very same spot in the clearing Snips had been standing, except with her rump facing Snails instead of her face. “OK,” Dinky chirped, wiggling her rump excitedly, tail swishing aside. “Ready when you are!”

Snails’s hooves came down on top of her, and pushed down against Dinky’s rump in a strangely deeply satisfying manner, the effect of it pulling his pelvis towards her own. She couldn’t see it this time, but she remembered what that looming penis had looked like just a little earlier, when he shoved it in her face. Dinky rocked back with a husky purr in her throat, as at last, Snails’ penis pressed against her labia. The force of his reaction to that actually pushed her off her hind hooves, before his first eager thrust ended. “Oh golly Snips,” Snails said, “She’s all hot and soft down there!”

“I-in me please~” Dinky said shuddering at the tantalizing feel of his penis rubbing on her labia.

“Oh sure,” Snails said agreeably, eagerly pushing forward. Then he hesitated. He was fishing around with his penis but not pushing it into her! “Hey uh, Snips?” he asked his friend who was watching their imminent coitus with interest. “Could you help me get it in?”

Dinky didn’t think she could blush harder, as Snips looked at her groin and maneuvered Snails’ fine penis around with a hoof, to try and find that way into her. She was embarassed but, she was also surging with compassion in her heart for what a good friend Snips was being. She hadn’t known much about these colts, aside from their outrageous show and tell... shows. They were pretty dumb even for colts, but they had the kind of friendship between each other that Dinky had never even come close to experiencing before. They understood each other, which was the kind of friendship she herself hungered for but could never find.

But there was something she hungered for more right now. Her moodiness evaporated into a pleased “Mmmmm,” as Snips finally guided Snails home, and the thick bulbous tip of his cock slid into her snatch.

Dinky was squeezing on him before he even got all the way in, just begging him to come deeper. That’s why Snail’s reaction was “Got it, I... woah...” followed by another strong, instinctive shove of his hips. This time he couldn’t lift her off her hooves, because she had so much room in there for him. She felt like she was spreading apart faster than he was stretching her, as he plunged deeper and deeper into her. And then with a satisfying thump in her abdomen he touched down. Her hooves dragged in the dirt as he pushed her forward, and she stuttered out,

“T-t-that’s as deep as it gets!”

“It’s a lot deeper than your mouth,” Snails said in utter bliss.

“Woah,” Snips said looking at Dinky with amazed realization, “You can totally talk while he’s in your other mouth! That’s so cool!”

“H-hard to talk, because... feels so good...” Dinky admitted, as Snails was already thrusting, that glorious sliding motion forever burned into her senses as the best feeling ever. His dick churned her girl juices and gloriously stretched her inner walls.

“It feels good?” Snips asked uncertainly. Snails didn’t seem to feel a need to contribute verbally. The colt was taking his good sweet time to put boy stuff in her, but that was fine, because Dinky was safe with a boy thing in her, and it wouldn’t go away until she was full of boy stuff again. She nodded to Snips against the almost gentle rocking, saying as clearly as she could,

“He’s going to... the sliding in there makes me orgasm and then he’s going t’ end my estrus.”

“Y-you can orgasm?” Snips asked surprisedly, “But you don’t have a dick! How do you cum?”

“B-but I’m already here?” Dinky asked confusedly.

Snips shook his head raising a hoof, “No no no, cum. It’s when the white stuff comes out and you swallow it.”

Dinky ohhd, both in realization and in the rising tingle within her groin. “’s different...” she panted, “I don’t make nnf... don’t... make stuff... but I start... s-squeezing differently... can’t move, and he’s sliding inside me and it makes it happen and it feels so good~”

She gasped, bucking back against Snails needily. That got Snails thrusting faster, now more eager than ever to slide inside her, just like she wanted him to.

“is s-still... orgasm,” Dinky told Snips urgently, having trouble focusing on him at all with the stiff jerky movements behind her making her whole body throb with stars. “But he orgasms,” Dinky added in an uncharacteristically loving tone, tilting her head up to look at the masterful colt who was doing this to her, “Then it ends— no more estrus, my estrus... so incredible,” she couldn’t help but squeeze on him in there.

“What about your estrus?” Snips asked, with a husky overtone to his voice, just watching them... watching Snails do it to her. Dinky was embarassed, but she was also... she had to tell him about this amazing thing that was happening to her!

“I’m so hot, and achy and wet,” Dinky moaned, “And... hungry ’s like a m-mouth. My o-ooh, other mouth... need his boy stuff. He’s going to—in me and... it’s going to drip out and tingle all over, and it’ll feel so good. Snails is going to do it, oh yes I can feel him!”

It was just too much for the poor girl. Her breath caught in her throat and Dinky looked at Snips with scared eyes, saying, “I can’t— I can’t hold it anymore I’m... I’m...!”

“Orgasming...” Dinky managed to whisper out as her eyes slid half closed, and the electric pleasure rushed through her, making her back arch luxuriously. Then that incredible squeezing that she simply could not stop took over her every thought. She felt so full and swollen, contracting on his shaft again and again. She just had to stand there silently, her legs locked in place as her short breaths came in time with her contractions, each one making the incredible pleasure within her bursting again into a greater and greater satisfaction. She was clamping down on Snails as hard as she could, not just because she had to, but because she wanted to. Because she was so glad he was inside her, for her to hold onto and stretch around and for her to be so much of a filly that he couldn’t stop from putting boy stuff in her. And she didn’t fall over, not even once.

“Holy...” Snips’s very strident voice snapped Dinky out of her delirious buzz, and she found herself in the middle of heavy motion, being rocked back and forth as Snails hurled himself against her and into her with abandon. Snips was staring right at her flexibly arched rocking, bucking body, with a purely mesmerized expression.

“She feels real good, Snips!” Snails said excitedly, “She just started swallowing on me all over! I think I’m gonna have a real good one, this time!”

Snips was looking not at Snails but at Dinky, as Dinky had to heave back against that boy snake embedded in her, unable to hold back even as she gazed into the eyes of the colt in front of her. Snips was blushing heavily, and still breathing hard, and he shouted, “H-hey wait!” to her. Dinky gaped back at him incredulously. Then Snips looked up at Snails, and said, “Hey! Snails!”

Dinky felt this indescribable sense of displeasure rise in her, when she couldn’t keep Snails thrusting into her, no matter how hard she tried. He hauled himself to a halt and a needy whine escaped the back of her throat. Rationally, she knew there was nothing wrong. She trusted that Snails was going to give it to her, just as soon as he talked with Snips, but she felt like she was going to pop from the tension inside her, and she felt like she failed somehow. She couldn’t keep him going, so she had no control over what he did to her. She needed to feel him doing it in there, just like that other colt, making her estrus wash away like salt into the sea.

Dinky couldn’t even think. The moment he stopped moving, she just immediately braced her hooves and started rocking her own body to thrust him in and out like he was a stationary pole embedded in her. “Hey, hey!” he said grabbing her thighs and holding her tight to his crotch, “Hold on a sec!”

Dinky felt like crying, but she managed to drag herself to a halt saying wretchedly, “Okay...”. The immense satisfaction of her insides being filled and stretched, warred with her burning heat demanding satisfaction. For just one moment it was pure torture to stand still there. Then, to her relief, the need started to lessen, and as she stood there still, she could feel a pleasant warmth emanating from her abdomen, a subtle sensation she never would have noticed otherwise. Snail’s penis was warming her from within. It became easier to just have him inside her. She still wanted to move again, but she could at least comprehend what Snips was saying.

“Hey uh... I kind of have a stiffy now,” Snips said embarassedly, “And... because you two look real good doing it. I was just thinking, since you have two mouths, maybe you could... y’know.”

Dinky looked at him like he was crazy.

“Uh-uh-uh I mean if it’s too weird y-yeah of course it is I mean I never was really going to–” Snips laughed nervously and looked down.

“You even have to ask?!” Dinky exclaimed with a squeak, leaning into Snips’s face as much as she was physically able. She braced herself against Snails’ wonderful groin, stretching her head forward, declaring “I want to smell you!”

A second to process that... that wasn’t exactly clear, so she pulled back her head and added meekly, “When Snails was in my mouth, I could only breathe through my nose, and he smelled so good.”

“He does smell pretty good,” Snips said with a sympathetic smile, “I dunno if I do though, but I really really would appreciate it.”

Dinky just opened her mouth, letting her tongue hang out slightly. If that didn’t convince him then nothing would.

It convinced him.

“Oh boy Snips, this is such a good idea,” Dinky heard Snails saying, as Snips eagerly climbed on top of her and pulled his hips forward, so the two boys were facing each other above Dinky’s—well—dinky form. His penis looked so different from Snails: not as long, but a lot wider, the green mottling turning to pink at its tip. Kind of like his own body, really. Snails started thrusting inside Dinky again, and it made her desire ratchet up more and more. She felt like she was glowing, it felt so good. Every breath she took was full of Snips’s humid groin.

“You said it br–...woah,” Snips trailed off, as Dinky lipped the head of his penis like a hungry foal. He pulled on her shoulders, and she opened her mouth wide, the both of them eager to join together. When she inhaled, it was like she was in heaven. Her eyes rolled up as a contraction within her rump made Snails shove her forward so hard, that her whole body lurched forward and Snips bottomed out in her throat. His shaft in her mouth was so warm and velvety soft, yet stiff, like a balloon filled with clay. Her mouth felt harsh in comparison, not that Snips was complaining.

Dinky found that Snips pulled out of her mouth a lot slower than Snail’s invigorating thrusts, and she tightened her lips around the shorter, squat pony, the odd ridge on his dick practically popping as it passed out of her. Snips pushed back in again, and soon he and Snails were going at it almost the same rate. Dinky just hung on, thrown in between them, as the pleasure radiated from the thrusting penis inside her. Snips had a more musty smell than Snails, sort of like a barber shop. And Snails was bucking her right into it with his boy shaft. It was absolutely glorious. Her vagina felt like it was rippling with the wavelike thrusts shoving her back and forth, the force of the motion of the two colts shocking through her entire body. She moaned around Snips’ penis, as another orgasm began to rise up inside her. Just how long could Snails go?

That’s when she heard the giggling. Two ponies giggling and laughing together, cantering up from the distance. Dinky felt the others take notice too and screamed mutedly in frustration, as the colts stopped doing her again, to turn their heads to the side. Contrarily Dinky desperately tried to stop herself, and pull off of their penises before anypony could see her. Dinky couldn’t break physics though (as teleportation was a high level spell), so until one of the colts pulled away, Dkny couldn’t move forward or backward enough to pull off either of them. She was totally stuck! She tried to look to see who it was, but all she could see around Snips’ leg was a flash of color. She got her answer quickly enough though.

“Oh mah stars! Dinky, is that you?” came a very familiar chocolatey warm colt’s voice.

Dinky had screwed up again.

How did she even get into these situations? One second she’s just doing what comes naturally, and the next she’s just been making a fool of herself all this time by being weird and awkward, and doing the exact opposite of what was supposed to come naturally. It was none other than Apple Bloom, that colt who had cured her estrus. That amazing colt who had penetrated her defenses and anxieties, and body, and showed her what a wonderful thing estrus could be. And as much as she loved every instant of being shoved in between these two colts, there was no way this could be what you’re supposed to do.

She was standing up not lying down, first off. You weren’t supposed to do that! Were you? Plus there were two colts. She didn’t even have estrus in her mouth, so why was she enjoying it so much? No way you were supposed to do that. And they were just making her feel so good, but was she even helping them at all? Snips and Snails must be taking so long, because it isn’t fun at all, and they’re just doing it because they feel sorry for her! She moaned desperately, trying to push off of Snips to no avail. She just felt so weak-kneed and light-headed from what they were doing to her. It was too late anyway. That gorgeous colt Apple Bloom had got a good look at Dinky’s folly by now, and nothing she could do would ever make him treat her with anything but derision.

Dinky whined with resignation and planted her hooves, starting to rock back and forth again, the colts sliding in her like a dual pair of pistons. She was determined to get something out of this debacle. The mood had been killed though, and she somehow, somehow didn’t feel good about it anymore. But Dinky still needed boy stuff, so she didn’t care if she was embarassing herself in front of the Apple colt. It was far too late to save face at this point, so she just went for the only thing she could get: boy stuff. Yet it seemed to elude her more with every second that went by.

“Hey, what are you doin’?!” came Apple Bloom’s voice angry now. “Why are you shovin’ that into her mouth?!”

“It feels good?” Snips’s voice came with a note of exasperation in it.

“Oh boy, here we go,” Snails said drolly.

“She caint move like that! You’re keepin’ her from gettin’ away, aren’t ya!”

“What?” Snips said in angry confusion, “No we’re not!”

“Uh, well technically he is kinda right,” Snails said, shifting above and inside Dinky, as he turned to look her over. “I don’t think she could get away if she wanted to.”

Wait, Apple Bloom was blaming them? Maybe he thought this wasn’t Dinky’s idea! She could still save face if she pretended to—

“But she asked us to,” Snips said plaintively. Well, so much for that idea.

“She did not!” Apple Bloom’s voice denied hotly.

“She did!” Snips repeated defensively.

“Ah don’t trust you two!” that colt shot back.

“Just ask her!” Snips declared.

“An’ how am ah supposed to do that?!” Apple Bloom said with a stomp.

“Well, you just–” Snips stiffened in realization, “Oh! Heh heh,” he said bashfully. Then he stepped back, pushing off Dinky’s shoulders and sliding out of her mouth with a lewd pop. Dinky didn’t want him to leave, because now that her mouth was free, she was going to have to explain herself. Also she felt a lonely feeling, when Snips wasn’t in there anymore, despite still being filled by Snails.

Dinky tried to think of how to explain, but then Snails started to pull out of her. “No, wait!” she exclaimed reactively at the colt. Then she blushed, and looked at Apple Bloom self consciously. “I mean...” Dinky said trying to phrase it politely, “Please stay... in me?” Snails flopped right out of her then, leaving her keening in need.

“No can do, filly,” Snails said determinedly. “I can’t talk good when I am doing that, and we all need to talk with um, Apple Bloom here.”

Dinky just flopped over onto her side, facing away from all of them in shame. She didn’t have boy stuff, and she’d made a total fool of herself. All her muscles were still twitching from how close she came to orgasm a second time. Her ears were down and she just closed her eyes, readying herself to ignore any humiliation the Apple Bloom colt said to her. He wasn’t her boss. She hadn’t done anything wrong! She was just trying things out. It had just happened! She thought up excuses like a mantra. Surprisingly the colt didn’t say anything, and it was Snails who addressed Dinky, saying emphatically,

“We all need to talk. That means you too.” The strange thing is he wasn’t admonishing her. It sounded more like Snails honestly thought Dinky hadn’t figured out that “we all” meant her too. “So, turn around or something,” he suggested waving a hoof, “And don’t be so sad!”

“Seriously Dinky,” Apple Bloom’s voice came behind her, “What the buck was that?”

“I didn’t mean to!” Dinky lied shrilly, swivelling her head around to look at the ...four of them. It wasn’t just Snips, Snails and Apple Bloom. There was a fourth filly there, looking like a deer in headlights. Earth pony, butter yellow with a darker yellow mane, and no cutie mark. She looked familiar... Dinky wasn’t good at remembering ponies though. “I didn’t...” Dinky stammered softly, “I mean, I was just...”

Dinky couldn’t even sit up straight with her labia so hot and achy, so she just stood up and hung her head. “I screwed up,” she said woefully.

“Are you kidding?!” a loud, brash voice exclamed.

Dinky blinked, and raised her head to look at the new filly, who accused her quite vivaciously.

“How did you screw up?” the filly interrogated, marching toward Dinky. “You’re Dinky, right?” she said, throwing up her hooves and exclaiming, “That was incredible! I didn’t know Snips and Snails could look that good! How did you do that? I mean Snips’s boy thing was just going into your mouth or something, but where were you hiding Snails? Did you see that monster of a boy thing he has? Did you use some kind of magic to make it disappear? I know it wasn’t going under you!” This butter colored filly had a rough voice, sort of like Scootaloo or Rainbow D– oh right, that’s where Dinky had seen her before. They met in the Rainbow Dash fan club.

Wow, Dinky actually recognized somepony. And it didn’t even take an act of Celestia. She thought joining the Rainbow Dash fan club was just another one of her own shallow attempts at socializing, but maybe she’d have to rethink that, maybe go back to it sometime. She tried to memorize the fortunately bland features of the filly in front of her, thinking maybe she’d see her again. The filly snapped Dinky out of her thoughts, getting in her face with this urgent look and saying, “Well?”

“O-oh right, yeah, sorry,” Dinky smiled forward at the filly. “It was j-just going into my vagina,” she said trying not to sound too bland.

That actually prompted the filly to glance behind herself at her own nethers, then looking at Dinky in disbelief saying, “That little thing? There’s no room! Did you shrink his thing or something?”

“Oh, no!” Dinky exclaimed, “I would never shrink that. I can only do light and levitation and um... well mostly just that.”

“So how did you do it?” the filly pressed, “C’mon! It looked so cool!”

Dinky shook her head bemusedly, “There really is no trick I don’t think. It’s just when boys try to put it in there it just keeps... getting bigger? I mean, you know how it squeezes down, right?”

“Oh, is that what it’s doing?” the filly said, squirming her rear.

“Yeah, um, especially when you orgasm,” Dinky offered. She realized she was doing something dumb again and recited, “Oh, but where are my manners? My name is Dinky Dew!”

The filly kind of looked at her askance. “Yeah?” she said, “I just said that a few minutes ago.”

Dinky smiled abashedly and said, “Oh, well, um, yeah I uh, I mean, what’s your name?”

“Noi,” she said easily. “You remember me from the Rainbow club, right?”

Dinky nodded, “Yes, sorry it’s just I’m really bad with names.”

“Oh, man, I know how you feel,” the filly said rolling her eyes at herself and waving a hoof. “I am totally bad with names too!”

“Okay,” Dinky said, a little irritably, “What’s my name then?”

“Uh, Dinky?” the filly answered uncertainly.

“And what’s your name?”

“I just told you!”

“Yes it–” Dinky felt a moment of panic as her worst fears were confirmed, yet again. Thankfully her worst fears weren’t really bad as far as fears go. But it was still embarassing. She’d love to be able to prove herself wrong once and a while. “Sorry, I know it sounds crazy,” she said, “But I’m really bad with names.”

“Pssh, yeah me too,” the filly said, “It–” she blinked. “Ohh,” she said eyeballing Dinky concernedly. “Name’s Noi,” she added slightly less animatedly, sticking out a hoof.

“Thanks... Noi,” Dinky said, taking her hoof with a gentle smile. “I really will try to remember it now.”

“Maybe if you came to the club more often, then you’d know everypony better,” Noi suggested with a bit of a lip curl. “Why did you stop coming, anyway?”

“Oh, um,” Dinky had to pause to think about it, finally saying, “I just... I mean I was only doing it to get friends, but it was a club about Rainbow Dash, so nopony was going to care about me. Just seemed like too much trouble, not getting anywhere.”

“Filly, you have problems,” Noi said laying a hoof on Dinky’s chest. “Don’t you know that everypony cares about you?”

“No I...” Dinky looked down at Noi’s warm hoof, fussing internally, “How would I know that?” she asked somewhat bitterly.

“How would you know that nopony cares about you, then?” Noi countered smoothly.

Dinky felt fragile beneath this filly’s strong gaze. “I–” She blinked. She couldn’t deny it, or explain it. How did she know if nopony cared about her? Wasn’t that terribly presumptuous of her? What if somepony missed her? She’d never know, because she never showed up! “You’re right...” she said despairingly.

“No,” Noi said taking her hoof back. “It doesn’t matter if I’m right. What matters is that everypony cares about you.”

Dinky just looked at her speechlessly.

“You need to come back to the club sometime,” Noi said with a wink, “You were pretty fun.”

“I... I will!” Dinky said with a conviction that surprised her. “I mean,” she clarified, “Thank you...”

“You can thank me” Noi said elbowing Dinky in the shoulder, “If you share your vagina trick.”

“There really is no trick,” Dinky said honestly. “When your vagina squeezes down, it gets little, and when something pushes into it the ...other way, it gets big. I just sort of... stand there, or lay there, and he gets on top of me and pokes at my bottom with his p-p- his boy thing, and if he finds my vagina then he pushes it in there and it just keeps going in. I don’t know why it does; I don’t even have to do anything.” Noi was paying a disturbing amount of attention to Dinky by the end of that. Dinky was sure she wasn’t saying it right somehow.

“And you’re doing this when you’re in heat?!” Noi exclaimed loudly. “How do you not orgasm if he’s doing something like that?”

“Oh, I do orgasm!” Dinky said with a fond smile, “I almost did, twice...”

Noi was looking at her askance again. Uh oh. “You... do know what happens when you orgasm on estrus, right?” Noi said uneasily.

Dinky’s eyes widened. “Oh, no no it’s not like that!” she said holding hooves up to Noi in dismissal. “You see, that’s when–”

“Ah talked things over with Snips and Snails,” the colt... Apple Bloom said, walking up to both of them. “Everything seems to be alright, if it’s alright with you. I had feared they were bullying you or something.”

Dinky smiled shyly saying, “Yes, it’s alright with me Apple Bloom... I was afraid I was doing something wrong.”

“Excuse me Apple Bloom,” the filly said admonishingly, “But Dinky here was just telling me why it’s okay to orgasm with a colt in you.”

Apple Bloom snickered at that. “Heh heh. Well how about I show you, instead? I can promise you won’t be disappointed!”

“Why can’t she just tell me?” the filly named... Dinky forgot her name again. The yellow filly squinted skeptically while saying that.

“It’s a lot more fun as a surprise ah think,” Apple Bloom said happily. “It’s fun either way I mean, but you only get one chance to be surprised, ya know?”

“Can’t help but think you’re pulling a fast one on me,” the filly said, eyeballing the colt Apple Bloom suspiciously. “You promise this will take care of my heat?”

Apple Bloom nodded, “It’s great for estrus! You’ll be cool as a cucumber for at least a couple days. All you gotta do is get a boy in you and then just enjoy yourself until you feel your estrus go away.”

“In my vagina?” the filly said smugly, flicking her tail under Apple Bloom’s nose.

Apple Bloom blushed possibly not entirely from embarassment and said, “You got it in one. Now, don’t worry, ah promise it fits.”

“Yeah I,” the filly quickly glanced toward Dinky. “I saw.”

“You ready to get started then?” Apple Bloom said puffing up his chest. That filly nodded eagerly and just stuck her butt in his face. Dinky blushed at that, because now that she thought about it, it really did look kind of rude to do that, if you didn’t know what was going on in a filly’s head. But Apple Bloom wasn’t upset, and just went right in there and started... licking? The filly’s reaction was... pretty stark. First she yelped in surprise but after the second lick she just moaned, her eyes growing liquid, and shoved her crotch into Apple Bloom’s face.

Dinky tried to imagine what a tongue would feel like down there, and... it was like fanning the embers buried underneath a lot of dry kindling. She really wanted to feel that now. All over her down there. “Um U-um um, sorry, what was your name again?” she asked the deliriously happy filly. It actually took her a second to focus on Dinky.

“Noi,” she said breathlessly, “You... you have got to try this.”

Dinky nodded tightly. “It’s okay if we do it here too, Noi?” she asked just to clarify, throwing a glance at Snips and Snails standing aside.

“M-mmhm,” Noi said her legs quivering at Apple Bloom’s attentions. “S-shoot I can–” she shot Dinky a desperate look saying, “I can orgasm now, right?”

Dinky smiled and said, “You can orgasm all you want now, and it’ll be fine.”

Noi closed her eyes, concentrating on doing just that. It was adorable, watching that embrace of Noi butt, hugging Apple face, which was so weird, because it should have been totally gross. But somehow it looked attractive. Dinky so wanted to try that. She was dancing on her hooves as she hurried over to Snips and Snails, who were standing there at a distance, looking a little sulky.

“Good news!” she said brightly, “Nothing was wrong! We can keep doing it!”

“Sorry for squishing you,” Snails said remorsefully.

“Yeah, our bad, totally,” Snips said. “B-because you have two mouths and all. We didn’t think you’d get stuck.”

Dinky paused, before asking with an eager smile, “Can we do it again?”

“You really liked that?” Snails said in plain surprise.

Dinky nodded equally plainly. “It felt good going in there, right?” she asserted.

“Oh man, yeah,” Snails said dreamily. Snips nodded thoughtfully.

“Well when I ...slide around somepony in there, then I feel just as good as you do when you go in somepony,” Dinky explained matter-of-factly, “So I liked it and I really really need you to give me your boy stuff.” She presented for them her tail twitching up, “S-see? It’s all hot and sore and and -wink- thirsty...”

“I can still do your mouth too, right?” Snips said worriedly.

“Oh! Yes,” Dinky clarified, “I don’t mind! It’s like being twice as full that way! I mean... it... my mouth doesn’t make me orgasm, but my vag– my other mouth sort of makes my regular mouth feel like having a penis in it too. It’s... I don’t even know it’s... I just sort of, want it okay?”

“Oh no,” Snails said insistently, making Dinky’s heart sink.

“I’ll take her regular mouth,” Snails continued. “You have got to try her other one, Snips. It’s awesome. It doesn’t even have any teeth!” Dinky whewed in relief. She was afraid for a second there he was going to call it off, or something. Wait.

“Are teeth bad?” Dinky asked, licking her chompers.

Snips swallowed nervously, and said, “Yeah. You really really really really don’t want to use your teeth. He can get a scrape, and it’s like...” he put a hoof under his chin, “It’s like if you got a scrape in your other mouth,” he decided at last. Dinky crossed her legs and winced.

“You were doing good with Snips,” Snails said warmly.

“Yeah!” exclaimed Snips, “Just keep doing that and it’s great.”

“Okay,” Dinky nodded. She looked over at Apple Bloom who– “OH, one more thing,” she said. “Look at what Apple Bloom is doing to N-Noi.”

The other two looked over there and Snips said, “He’s... sniffing her butt?”

“Oh!” Snails cheered, “He’s kissing her other mouth!”

“No, come on take a closer look,” Dinky said, walking back to Apple Bloom.

After approaching, Snails whispered to her, “He’s licking her other mouth!”

Dinky nodded, turning to Snips and whispering, “Y-yeah like when I was licking you, Snips.”

“You want me to lick you?” Snips said, fumbling with puzzle pieces in his head.

“Yeah,” Dinky whispered starry eyed. “It looks really fun. Look, see she’s... I think she’s orgasming!” Apple Bloom was having to hold Noi steady in fact. For a little filly like Dinky, Noi sure was jerking powerfully in her hips. Noi was bucking mindlessly on Apple Bloom’s tongue, a desperate breath bleating out of her as her body shook with pleasure.

“J-just a little,” Dinky pleaded with Snips, “Just to see if you like it and then you can get up and... use my other mouth for your penis.”

Snips smiled at her and said all dorkily, “As milady commands!” then walked around behind her. She didn’t even have to present to him. He was just going to her. Dinky shivered with anticipation, and then his nose bumped under her tail and her tail just about shot up into the air. His tongue was hesitant at first, just barely touching her, but then he gave a pleased noise and started licking strongly.

“Wooah,” Dinky said as the feeling made her wobbly right away, like falling through a trap door in the stage. It wasn’t a stretchy or hot feeling at all; it was sort of cooling in a way. Her eyes dilated with pleasure, as an adorable bubbly feeling filled her up. This was way different than a penis! It was so soft, and wet, and it licked up her juices with every stroke of that tongue. Her eyes were half closed as she was vaguely aware of leaning back against Snips strongly. Then, a penis smacked her in the face. Dinky’s eyes snapped open, to realize that Snails was actually tall enough to stand over her, with his penis pressing right up against her nose.

“Hey, could you lick a little too?” he asked hopefully.

Author's Note

Spoilers: Noi and Dinky are actually the same pony.

I only have one more chapter written after this. You can probably guess what it’s about. Have been trying to avoid writing more, even though the story's only about two thirds finished, since people get thrown way off by the missing chapters on this site, and I haven’t been able or really inclined to rewrite those chapters so they’d be allowed. I'd really rather write some erotic foalcon that wasn't tied up with the mess this story caused, if I could think of another good gimmick.

Land Sakes

Dinky was about to collapse from the quivering pleasure spreading from her groin, as a now eager Snips held his nose to her hips and slid his tongue all over her in there, like she was a scoop of ice cream and he wanted to catch all the drips. She loved being a scoop of ice cream. But this was no time to just sit there idly, being eaten out by a randy colt with his face smashed against her groin. Before her, there was an immense shaft twitching in the air. Dinky found herself staring face to face with the pride of Ponyville, the penis Snails used for more than just peeing. Snails would have been face to face if he wasn’t reared up on top of her too. Dinky’s head was bent down under his belly, and her nose just about pressed right up against the colt’s twitching, eager horse cock.

Snips was stroking his tongue all up and down Dinky’s nether lips, and just... pressed his lips up against her labia, like he was kissing them, and and—Dinky just crooked her hoof over that penis in front of her and lovingly kissed the kissably soft pink tip. Snails’ penis jerked up, but Dinky’s hoof held it steady, down where it was stiffer and more tan in color. Dinky didn’t just licked him because he asked her to. She needed to make Snails feel what she was feeling. This licking, it was incredible! She felt like she was melting from the waist down. She had to share this feeling somehow, if she could only lick him enough to feel~

Dinky’s kisses against the colt’s cock grew wetter as her tongue came out. It wasn’t long before she just dove in, licking and sucking on Snails, like an ice cream cone made of hot, salty man flesh. It was working. She was making him into as much of an ice cream cone, as Snips was making her! She could feel the soft texture of Snails’ spongy tip underneath her tongue. She could lip along the ridge of the head, that defined his penis as a vaguely cylinder shape. Those stiff, shining cylindrical walls. And all the while, Snips was there teasing her throbbing quivering flesh with his lips. Face full of cock, she still just couldn’t ignore him. Her hips were flexing helplessly to the beck and call of that colt’s attentive tongue. Snails’s cock was so long, Dinky couldn’t reach the ring that terminated his... second sheath, or something, no matter how she stretched her neck, so Dinky stumbled forward trying to reach it, and Snips followed right along behind her, not letting up even for a second.

Dinky was shivering from Snips’ attention. She felt herself winking uncontrollably against his lips and tongue, her body craving to be full, and he just kept licking her there. He just kept licking, making her whole body fill with a familiar electric tingle. It was like when Apple Bloom was inside her, but it was all concentrated at the surface. Like there was a special spot on the surface that delivered waves of pleasure, and contractions deep into her mysterious interior. Dinky was hugging Snails’s penis while feeling that, licking it for dear life, and Snails was— he was actually stepping back. He wanted the tip licked more. She would give him anything he wanted. She mouthed his penis eagerly, flicking her tongue into that soft pad, catching it on the opening in there. Some sweet fluid was dribbling out of it, the same opening that had been dribbling deep inside her for her study session. When Apple Bloom went off inside her, his penis was just like this, and out of this hole... came...!

Snips gave a squeak of alarm as his lips lost purchase and Dinky felt herself fall over, with no more than a quiet thump as the waves of pleasure accosted her twitching legs. She hated when she did this. She couldn’t move a muscle from the inner convulsions paralyzing her with pleasure throughout her body. She was breathing frantically, her left leg twitching rhythmically in the air. She wanted to lick, wanted to... his penis... she couldn’t even... oh Celestia she felt incredible! She couldn’t even cry out, only gasp wetly. The pleasure just curled within her so tightly and filled her nerves with fire. Eventually, her bottom’s throbbing had terribly, blessedly stopped, but it still took her a long time for her to come down. Little by little, she remembered each of her legs and her body and her tail and her head. Wearily she lifted her head saying, “Ohhhh my gosh”

And... like the street mare had hinted at, Dinky couldn’t even close her legs now. She was so sensitive and drooling, and hot down there. She felt like she was on the edge of an orgasm, another orgasm, like just one stroke would make her lose herself in convulsions again, but no, her stroking hoof couldn’t make it happen that fast. Dinky had to build up from there to an even higher place before she would feel another release.

She couldn’t stop rubbing herself with her hoof, her pad quickly becoming soaked with her own juices. She felt like she was dying here. She had to do something! She had to—yes! Snips! Dinky struggled to her hooves, even her tail unsteady as it flagged up in the air. She didn’t even know where Snips and Snails were, relative to her at this point, and she didn’t even care as long as she got this thing in her butt filled, and quenched.

“Snips,” she cried out incoherently, “Snips, I need you! H-hurry, please!” Apple Bloom was shouting something and Snips was answering and Dinky couldn’t even think clearly enough to process words. She moaned with passion when his portly belly came down on her rump, and he pushed his penis into place. Dinky was still rubbing herself when his penis bumped against her hoof. She immediately went to four hooves, shoving back against him, that fat cock smashing into her vulva. She had to get him inside, right away! She winked and– and she winked and hooked on him and—he pushed against her and then he caught in there.

An immense relief flooded through her, as Dinky felt her entrance distending around Snips’ fat cock. Dinky couldn’t believe how good it felt, how hungry her deepest parts were for him. His penis was so big! He was– he felt as big as a hoof, but but softer, but still firm. She eagerly swallowed Snips up, with as strong shoves of her hips as she could manage. He was all too eager to return the favor. Then he bottomed out in her. And Dinky winked. Her stretched button mashed up agaist his sweaty wrinkled sack, and she screamed she—she may have screamed, as an orgasm ripped through her right then.

Why didn’t she fall down this time? His hooves were holding her so strongly. That penis inside her, it was like a lifeline. She clung to Snips with her depths, and the fierce jerking of her hips failed to overturn her, impaled as she was on Snips’s pride. Deep in those ripples of pleasure that tossed her about like driftwood on the ocean, was something firm, hot, and pistoning, and she felt so sure of herself with it to squeeze around.

Then came a moment of clarity. That moment being Snails’s penis. Snails was again presenting it for Dinky, walking over her and pressing it against her nose. This time, Dinky opened her mouth and stretched her neck forward, engulfing the tip like she had with Snips. Even as Snails surged forward to slide it into her mouth and down the back of her throat, Dinky inhaled. She smelled.

Dinky didn’t know how, but somehow after the orgasm, she was feeling so much more pleasure than during it. She could pay attention now, and that’s what’s important. She could feel every inch of that thick penis Snips was thrusting into her frantically, and she could curl her tongue against that turgid length of Snails filling her entire mouth. She couldn’t see over Snails’s legs, but what was important wasn’t what she saw, but what she felt. The immense security of feeling a boy’s thing inside you, and knowing that your estrus ending is only a step away. She felt so shielded by them. There was nothing besides her, and their penises and the grunts and the gasps and the thrusting. She didn’t even know if Apple Bloom was still going. All she knew is she had what she needed, and that was all she would ever ask for. She would give up the world for fat cocks in her snatch. Yes, Dinky was fairly certain that’s exactly what she would do, were she not getting Snips to do this to her for free.

Snips flared first. Snails just had the endurance of a tank. Dinky moaned and gulped against the penis invading her mouth as Snips surged within her and expanded, swelling and stretching to reach her innermost depths. The deepest, stretchedest part inside Dinky, that Snails had been bashing on like Vikings at the gates, it–it was actually a bit sore from that, but she didn’t carrrrrre. Snips was inside her, and he was huge, and he wasn’t even thrusting anymore, just bucking against her furiously. She hugged Snips with her vagina, tenderly, needily. She wanted to caress every beautiful inch of that cock inside her. It was Snails who flared next, trapping Dinky around his shaft. Now he wasn’t just in her mouth, but filling it! She gulped again as his shaft curved down the entrance to her throat.

Behind Dinky, Snips shouted out tensely, “Here I go! Get ready to swallow!” Swallow? What? What did he... why was Snips shoving against her, and not moving? Snips was clinging to her, holding in there deep? Behind Dinky, Snips had stopped thrusting and was totally still, but for his regular grunts in time with his penis jerking up and down rhythmically inside her. That meant he was going to do it, right? Dinky was going to feel his boy stuff, right? Oh please let that mean he’s doing it!

The bucking shaft inside Dinky’s vagina started jetting out semen in thick pulses, splattering against her deepest parts, and pooling where it struck. She tried to scream again, but her mouth was too full of Snails. She was shaking, this time not with the convulsions of orgasm, but with the sobs of relief. This day had been so very stressful and– just—whenever she thought she would get boy stuff, Dinky had been denied it.

But now it pulsed into her in a hot slimy squirt. And it did again. And again! She was getting it! It was smearing and squirming and trickling into her little crannies and edges. It was pumping into her strongly, like a throbbing dynamo that delivered gobs of blessed relief to her inflamed tissues. Then it ran up the sides of Snips’ penis, just like it had with Apple Bloom, and Dinky gave one more delighted grunt as it burst out from where she was wrapped around Snips, dribbling out of her in bursts timed to the spurts he fired deep inside her.

And then Snails’ thrusting picked up pace. He was pushing into her mouth eagerly and the thought flashed into Dinky’s head that he was going to put his boy stuff in there too. She wondered... she wondered what it would taste like.

“Here I go—too!” Snails grunted out, shoving against her one more time, Dinky’s surprised muzzle wrapped as far around his penis as he was willing to put in her. Then his penis was jerking inside her mouth, just like Snips had been jerking inside her other mouth. Snails was orgasming. He was feeling what she felt. Dinky reached up with a hoof to tenderly caress the part of his length that couldn’t fit inside her. The penis that was feeling like she did. Her sliding hoof had just reached his balls, when Snails erupted with seed. His penis sent jerk after jerk of seed into her mouth, and Dinky hadn’t even realized she had started swallowing it. It was just reflexive, that far back, pouring right down her throat. With a budding excitement, Dinky felt her belly swelling, knowing that there was no way she was going to lose a single drop from Snails. She would get all his boy stuff and she could– keep it inside her!

She couldn’t even taste his boy stuff until afterward, just suckled on Snails’ penis hungrily, every part of her that could swallow surrounding hot penis flesh, while his seed continued to pour down her throat. Dinky wanted it all. She wanted every drop he had in there. She wanted... she felt a strange sense of pride flitter through her, as Snails’s jerking stopped producing semen. Not so much pride, but ...security. Dinky’s bottom mouth might be all messy and delicious and drooling boy stuff all over the ground, but her regular mouth had all of Snails’s boy stuff, and Dinky never had to let one drop leak out of her regular mouth.

With one more shudder, Snails was done, and both boys were drooping over her wearily. Snails was the first to pull out. Dinky hadn’t realized how short of breath she was, just from breathing through her nose. He stepped back and smiled at her warmly, while his shaft curled down and softened. She smiled through her gulps of air, and gave him a hoof’s up.

Dinky took a look back at Snips, who was resting heavily against her and hugging her bottom tenderly. His penis was still inside her, but softening like Snails’ had done. Like it was supposed to do, because he was finished. He’d cured her estrus. Dinky had everything she needed. But he was hugging her bottom going, “Oh man Dinky your butt is so freaking awesome you don’t even know!”

She giggled at that, but her words were serious when she said, “Thank you so much. Your stuff feels wonderful in there.”

Snips blushed, and said “Aww, shucks.”

“Hey, I think they’re almost finished!” Snails announced. Dinky followed his attention and saw Apple Bloom and that... filly. Nor? Nerp? Fudge muffins. Saw the two of them mating furiously. The filly had her eyes closed, with a tense expression on her flushed face. Apple Bloom was looking down on her and bucking against her, but his thrusts weren’t particularly effective. Did that mean, yes it probably did mean he got bigger in there. Just like Snips and Snails did right before they orgasmed. Just like Dinky had felt Apple Bloom do in her, right before he orgasmed!

“Oh, Noi...” Apple Bloom moaned quietly in the process, but with such powerful emotion. Right, that was her name. Got it. Noi.

Dinky actually walked out from under Snips eagerly, before turning and saying, “Oops, ehe,” when the colt slid out of her, and his hooves clopped to the ground. Snips just blushed, so Dinky turned again, and walked the few paces over to Apple Bloom and the yellow—and Noi.

So... a surprise, huh? Dinky stood there and waited. Snips’s boy stuff dribbled out slowly behind her down to the ground, but Dinky tried to focus on keeping as much of him inside as possible, while facing the intense coupling happening before her, with marked interest. The other colts joined Dinky, but they probably didn’t have what Dinky had in mind to say, to the now surprisingly quiet Noi.

Dinky waited until the moment that Apple Bloom stopped thrusting and he shoved against the yellow filly urgently. What he was about to do was telegraphed in every fiber of his being. “Psst,” Dinky said to Noi, and the filly’s eyes flickered open. “You ready?” Dinky said to her with a sly smile.

“Ready for what...?” Noi said gazing distantly at Dinky.

Apple Bloom’s tail had begun flagging behind him, as he put his all into that lustful pumping. Dinky knew was happening inside that filly. She got to see the moment it hit Noi, right about as soon as Noi focused on her face. Noi’s eyes widened and her pupils narrowed, and she jerked her head around looking behind her going, “What—aah!” And then her whole body arched back to push herself against Apple Bloom’s groin. She threw her head back and shouted at the sky, “Aah! Aah! aaa—!” and just like that, her voice was lost again, the filly turning her head down and shuddering powerfully. Apple Bloom’s seed began spilling out from her vagina, dripping down her legs and groin.

“What’s... happening...” Noi begged in a low moan, almost a growl.

“It’s okay, Noi. Apple Bloom’s putting his boy stuff in you,” Dinky whispered to her, putting a hoof on her quivering shoulder. “It makes your estrus go away.”

Dinky felt gratified at having been able to see that. She felt... she didn’t know what she felt. She felt like hugging Noi right now, for some reason. She was surprised when her timid outstretched hoof was grabbed, and Noi herself pulled Dinky into a tight embrace. Noi hugged Dinky chest to chest as, behind Noi, Apple Bloom’s penile contractions began to taper off.

It was so nice to hug somepony. Dinky felt like hugging everypony right now. She didn’t normally feel so bold or calm, but now she just couldn’t get enough of a warm pony pressed against her skin. Was Noi feeling this too? Did boy stuff do that to every filly?

“Hey, don’t feel bad Dinky,” Snails said in a consoling tone, from over behind Noi and Apple Bloom, “It looks like she didn’t swallow either.”

Dinky and Noi separated, and looked at each other uncomprehendingly, then Noi turned behind herself again and exclaimed to Snails, “What are you talking about?” Apple Bloom was also looking backward at the oddly proportioned Snails. Bloom hadn’t even unmounted yet, still on top of, and no doubt inside of Noi.

“If you don’t swallow, then it spits out,” Snails said as if—ironically—to lecture a small child. “It makes a mess everywhere, which is why you should swallow.” Noi looked pleadingly at Dinky again, still at arm’s length, with a total lack of comprehension. Dinky peered at her thoughtfully, then Snails, then Dinky’s eyes twinkled with realization. Then Dinky’s eyes rolled back, in sarcastick...y...ion.

“You can’t swallow with a vagina,” Dinky said chidingly turning to Snails. “There’s no throat back there, or a stomach!”

“So it doesn’t go to your stomach?” Snips asked cluelessly. “Why do you even have it then?”

Dinky turned to Snips to answer, and then closed her mouth and just frowned. “You know,” she pondered, “I... I really don’t know.”

“Alright Noi, ah’m gonna pull outta ya,” Apple Bloom said bracing against her butt. “It might feel a lil’ weird.”

“Oh, it’s over?” Noi said somewhat disappointedly. Apple Bloom laughed at that, leaning an elbow on the filly’s back.

“Gosh Noi, you like me sitting on you, huh? Most fillies are pretty much tuckered out by now. Afraid so, though. Ah can’t stay big once I got all that boy stuff outta me. Ah could stay in you a little longer, but it’ll pull outta you on its own in another minute or so.”

“Oh if you would, that’d be fine,” Noi said as sweetly as she could, pressing her rump back lovingly, showing absolutely no concern about his weight on top of her. With how Snips had felt pressing down on Dinky, she could understand the sentiment, though Apple Bloom was a lot bigger than the short, squat colt who had been riding Dinky. Apple Bloom looked at the others, and just relaxed there on Noi, smiling apologetically.

“Sorry it’s just a lil—” Apple Bloom started to say, but Dinky shook her head, smiling back.

“No, it’s good that you’re doing that for Noi,” she asserted. “I think she really likes you.”

“I really like everypony,” Noi said enthusiastically, eyes half closed in satisfaction. “I haven’t felt this good since like, ever.” Apple Bloom chuckled and leaned against her, stroking Noi’s side tenderly.

While they were waiting for the two to finish, Snips whispered in Dinky’s ear, “Sorry for uh, pulling out of you right away. Didn’t think it felt that good.”

Dinky shook her head saying quietly, “No, no, it’s okay. Remember? I pulled out of you! Uh, I mean, I pulled... you out? I wanted to hurry over, since Apple Bloom wasn’t finished yet.” Dinky paused, scraping a hoof on the ground, and added, “I wouldn’t say no to a hug though.”

Snips blushed looking aside. “Um...” he said bashfully, “I-if you want to that is.” He put an awkward hoof on her shoulder and Dinky on his, and when he touched her he seemed to realize it felt good, pulling closer to her and nuzzling noses together. Dinky opened her mouth and somehow that led to a kiss, a... really, really nice kiss, with their lips locking together and their eyes slipping closed.

“Yaay, hugs!” Snails cheered, clapping a hoof around both of their shoulders and jolting them out of the kiss. They both blushed hotly, but then Dinky smiled and tenderly nuzzled Snails in his shoulder too, once again thoroughly embraced by the two colts, albeit in a very different sense than before.

Noi gave a disappointed whine then, and Apple Bloom shifted, stammering as he tried to hold steady, “Ye–uh–aww, yep that’s as long as ah can keep it in.” He climbed off of her, and walked around beside her, brushing flanks together. “Doesn’t feel too bad though huh?”

Noi giggled, and shook her rump saying, “No it feels pretty good. It felt like you were squirting your stuff into me!”

“Ah was!” Apple Bloom said, “That’s the stuff that cures estrus!”

Noi walked in circles trying to get a look at herself and Apple Bloom pointed Dinky’s way saying, “Go check how Dinky looks back there. Snips put the same stuff in her just a little while ago.”

“That stuff really cured your estrus?” Snails asked disbelievingly.

Dinky smiled and leaned her head against him. “Yes,” she said, “I feel so good, and I don’t have to point my butt at colts or be careful about sitting down. I feel like me again! And it’s all thanks to you two.”

“You don’t mind pointing it at me, do you?” Noi asked her.

Dinky shook her head cordially, and said, “Oh no, it’s fine.” Turning about face and sticking her butt perkily in the air for Noi, Dinky said cheerfully, “Knock yourself out!”

“Wow,” Noi said in morbid fascination, “What a mess!”

That made Dinky blush deeply and regret her decision, yet again. Apple Bloom laughed then, and allayed Dinky’s insecurity saying, “It’s an awesome mess though!” Dinky wasn’t sure whether to blush with embarassment or with pride.

“It totally is,” Noi agreed behind her.

“I’ve been trying to hold Snips’s boy stuff inside,” Dinky added, concentrating on her lower body. “I might be able to show you, if I just...” her insides squirmed as a dollop of Snips’ cum slid out of her.

“Oh, wow...” Noi said this time in genuine wonder. “You did that to me?” she said in another direction, prompting Dinky to lower her butt and turn and look, at Noi who was facing Apple Bloom now.

Apple Bloom nodded, rubbing a hoof with another, saying “Yup, ah reckon.”

Noi was dancing on her hooves excited squeeing “I have something from a boy inside me right now! It’s so weird, and slimy but I like it! That was awesome. You’re the best, Apple Bloom!” Noi was too excited to notice, but Dinky did. It was odd, as soon as Noi said boy, the light left Apple Bloom’s eyes and he looked off in another direction, with a sort of downcast expression. He didn’t say anything about it though, and Dinky wasn’t sure if it was rude to say anything, so she didn’t either. She’d have to talk with him aside later though, maybe.

“C’mon Noi,” Apple Bloom said in an appeasing tone, “There’s a brook near here where we can get cleaned up.” She looked at Dinky and the other two saying, “Guess that’s what you had in mind too, coming here?”

Snips and Snails nodded, but Dinky blushed. She hadn’t had much of anything in mind, besides getting a colt to do that to her again. Luckily, she didn’t have to be the one making wise decisions, because the others were well on top of it. Wait, did Dinky just admit that Snips and Snails made a wise decision? To that train of thought lies madness, so she just ambled along behind them without another word. They all sat in the warm river sand by the brook, carefully wiping the clean water along their groins, to get the stickiness out without disturbing any of that delicious boy stuff within. Dinky couldn’t help but feel a bit smug as she realized that, while her bottom might lose Snips’ boy stuff in drips and drops, Snails put boy stuff in her stomach, and Dinky didn’t need to lose a single drop of that. It was actually kind of... filling. Sure it wasn’t as mind blowing as having boy stuff squirt in your vagina, but... it was still a very secure feeling.

Apple Bloom was lying beside Snails, with Snips and Snails on either side of Dinky. Noi was on the other side of Apple Bloom. After getting cleaned up, they all just lay cuddled together out of sheer affection. Dinky felt impossibly, like she’d known these ponies all her life. She liked this feeling, a lot.

“Say Dinky,” Apple Bloom asked curiously, “Was mah boy stuff any different than Snips?”

Dinky remained lying on her back, drying fuzzily in the sun. She looked down at her satisfied belly thoughtfully, saying, “No, I don’t think so. Why do you ask?”

“Because,” Apple Bloom continued, “Ah don’t know any fillies yet who had two boys done went in them. Ah was curious if it was any different.”

“Three boys, you mean,” Snails corrected her slowly.

Apple Bloom huffed redfaced. “Ah meant your vagina, specifically,” she said.

“Still three boys,” Snips insisted.

Dinky blushed saying, “You remember, Apple Bloom? Snails was in there when you first saw us. He only finished in my mouth.”

“Yeah, what was that like?” Noi called over to Dinky.

Dinky wasn’t sure she liked being the center of attention, but she had sort of been the literal center of much of these activities, so she said hesitantly, “Well, my mouth doesn’t tickle or stretch or... orgasm like my privates do, but it was... nice. I could smell Snails, the whole time Snips was doing it to me!”

“Ah still think it’s kinda a waste,” Apple Bloom said fussily. “Snails coulda finished inside a filly’s privates and ended somepony’s estrus instead of doin’ it in your mouth.”

Dinky folded her hooves unrepentantly, saying, “It was the least I could do. They were already going to do it in their mouths, and they just let me get in between.”

“Apple Bloom’s kinda right though,” Snails spoke up. “If estrus is really that bad, then I can wait to finish in somepony’s other mouth.”

“We kind of messed up,” Snips added, “Because we thought fillies were just teasing us, not asking for help!”

“Well, thanks for helping me,” Dinky said, giving Snips a gentle hug beside her. “And trusting me.”

“Aw, shucks,” Snips blushed, but he hugged back a little.

“The penises were a lot different,” Dinky said speculatively, after their cuddly moment. “Snips was bigger around than Apple Bloom, and Snails was longer and dribbled a lot more. I um... didn’t get as good a look at Apple Bloom’s, since it just went right inside me.” She patted her vulva tranquilly, adding “But if you asked me whose boy stuff this is, I don’t think I could say. I hope every colt makes this stuff!”

“Ah did notice the difference in penis,” Apple Bloom said contemplatively, “Snails sure is longer, about as much around, and Snips is a lot fatter. Ah mean, uh, in a good way.” He added the last part hastily glancing at a blushing Snips.

Dinky was quick to confirm saying, “Yes, the fatter, the more it stretches! It wasn’t as big as his hoof, but it–”

“You put his hoof in there?!” Apple Bloom exclaimed sitting up and looking at Dinky with astonishment.

Dinky blushed, “Ah, uh, it um, yeah... it was too big, though. Too stiff, I mean. I could squeeze Snips’s penis, if it was too big for me.”

“Land sakes filly,” Apple Bloom declared with a belly laugh, “You three sure have been busy!”

That led to laughs all around.

“Looks like it’s a couple hours to noon,” Apple Bloom said sometime later, squinting upward and shading her eyes with a hoof. “Ah gotta get a couple rows harvested before lunch so ah’m gonna have to get going.”

“Yeah we’re supposed to be doing chores too,” Snails said reluctantly. “Just needed a few minutes to take care of each other. It sort of turned into a lot of minutes, when Dinky came around.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you late...” Dinky said guiltily.

“Hey, we got to go inside your girl thing!” Snips said easily. “I think that’s worth being a little late.”

“Well, my ...girl thing,” Dinky said with a flattered blush, “Enjoyed you a lot too, so I think we’re even. But I don’t want you to get late any more than you have to!”

Everypony then went their separate ways, then, Noi going with Snips and Snails towards the town, but Dinky chased along behind Apple Bloom for a moment as he headed towards his family farm.

“Apple Bloom,” Dinky said, “Could I follow you on your way? I wanted to ask you something...”

Author's Note

Well, that's it. I managed to stop writing this story. Still trying to find that magic story premise to take its place. Few ideas, nothing really catching me though. I'm better at using other people's ideas than making my own.

”Land Sakes” is phoenomically comparable to “Wild Sex” which gives new meaning to this scene...

Dinky is just going to ask if AB is a pre-op MtF, no biggie.