Tales of the Cutie Mark Crusaders
03 Crusaders Unite!
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03 Crusaders Unite!
By Honey Moon
The next morning Sweetie Belle rushed down stairs and managed to get to the front door before her father spotted her. “And just where do you think you’re going, Sugar Sweet?”
Sweetie Belle poured on the charm. “Why daddy, I was just going to get your morning paper.” She trotted outside and spotted the newspaper. Knowing she was being watched, she made quite a show of concentrating on her magic until the paper levitated and followed her back into the house. “Here it is, daddy!”
Rondo smiled proudly. “My little filly is getting very strong!”
Cookie glanced in from the kitchen and gave her daughter a wink. “Princess Twilight told me just the other day that Sweetie Belle is making wonderful progress, as are her little friends in their after school tutoring sessions with her. Our little foal is sure growing up!”
“Not too fast.” Hondo muttered.
As she set the table for breakfast, Cookie asked a simple question. “Sweetie dear, does your little club have any colts as members yet?”
Sweetie Belle looked up at her mother, and saw the mare wink. “Why no mom.” She cringed a little at the words, but forced herself to continue in a much younger filly like voice. “Colts are too icky! We don’t let them anywhere near our clubhouse!”
Hondo peeked over the top of his paper. “Honey-Bun, your mother and I have been talking. You say you and your friends have a meeting for today?”
“Yes daddy!” Sweetie Belle said with hope clear in her voice.
“Sugar Sweetie, do you promise not to leave your clubhouse?”
“Yes daddy!”
He sighed. “Honey, perhaps you were a bit too overprotective of our little foal.”
Cookie smiled as her husband struggled to change his mind while saving face. “Yes dear.”
“Sweetie, after breakfast I will walk you to your clubhouse.”
“Thank you daddy!” Sweetie Belle ran over and practically knocked the stallion over as she gave him a hug.
Hondo tried not to inhale, all too aware of his daughter’s enticing scent at this delicate time of her life. “Yes, um, you’re very welcome! You are to stay up in your clubhouse until I, or Applejack walk you back home.” He paused. “She’s a mare with a good head on her shoulders. She’ll make sure no nasty colts come near you! Just pull up that ramp behind you, and don’t let anypony in!”
“I’ll be safe with Scootaloo and Applebloom!” Sweetie Belle announced happily. We’ve a team! We plan on having just a quiet strategy meeting to come up with new ideas to get our Cutie Marks. We’ll be busy all day.”
“Good, than it’s settled.” Hondo glanced at his wife. “See dear, you worried all for nothing. Our little foal will be safe with her friends.” He grinned sheepishly. “Cookie dear, I don’t have to work until later today. When I return, we could, um, discuss that thing in the place we were talking about earlier.”
Cookie knew the strain Sweetie Belle’s season was putting on the poor stallion. She was proud of her husband for keeping such iron control on the feelings their daughter’s scent was undoubtedly putting him through. She also knew her own season was blossoming this morning. Sweetie’s heat was helping to mask her own from her husband.
Although Rarity had as yet made no mention of her condition, a mother always knows. Her eldest daughter’s pregnancy had made Cookie all too aware of the ol’ biological clock ticking. Today was the chance she had been waiting for! If she was very lucky, Hondo would not notice her season had started until it was too late! The poor dear only thought he didn’t want another child. She felt so lonely when he slept in the guest bedroom any time she was in season. That would soon change! When she presented him with a beautiful little foal, she knew in her heart he’d change his mind.
Once he left, she would start a few loafs of his favorite banana nut bread. Filling the house with the masking scent of baking goodies would give her the edge she needed to get a nice bun in her oven! Cookie closed her eyes to slits. She thrashed her tail seductively and gave her husband a wicked little smile. “I was going to do some shopping, but that can wait if Mr. F.L. is planning on a visit”
Sweetie Belle glanced from her mother to her father. They were making goo-goo eyes at each other again! She tried not to giggle. It was so cute the way they thought she didn’t know what they were going to “discuss” once they had the house to themselves! She even knew that F.L. stood for Mr. Five Legs! Mom was sure a lucky mare to be married to a wonderful kind handsome stallion like her daddy!
After breakfast, Sweetie Belle retired to her room to get in a little more reading before it was time for daddy to walk her to Sweet Apple Acres. This time she left her door wide open. She would sit her rump down at her desk, keep both hind hooves firmly on the floor, and keep both front hooves in plain sight on her desk. This wasn’t fun time. This was pure research. Besides, she couldn’t risk daddy trotting in on her and getting all shocked and upset!
Sweetie Belle’s resolve to just read was shaken quite a bit within minutes. She had opened the book to a page near the end. Heart pounding, she stared at a lovingly drawn rendering of princess Twilight. Twilight was rearing back, standing tall on her hind legs. Something else was standing tall as well!
Sweetie Belle gulped, feeling warmth spread throughout her body. She stared at the magnificent penis jutting proudly from the loins of Equestria’s newest princess. She could also see the minute details of Twilight’s pretty vagina. “Twilight, Twilight is a futanari?”
Sparks flew from her horn as she frantically tuned pages. “Oh, oh my goodness!” Sweetie Belle gasped as she fidgeted and fought the urge to slip a hoof down between her hind legs. “Twilight got Rarity pregnant! Twilight got a lot of ponies pregnant! Rarity says she even managed to tame the Great and Powerful Trixie while riding in a train!”
Sweetie closed the book, trying to ignore how her body craved attention. “Twilight is a futanari princess! That’s the rarest of the rare! I know she wouldn’t be interested in me, but maybe this is a sign! Maybe I will meet a real live futanari! Button Mash would have to just wait his turn! He would understand. Everypony knows that having a futanari as your first means a lifetime of good luck!”
Sweetie Belle sighed. She knew quite a bit on the subject from a very interesting article in Play-Filly. “There aren’t even that many regular Pegasus futanari in all of Cloudsdale! Finding another one besides Twilight living here in Ponyville would be like winning the Canterlot Sweepstakes on the same day you found tickets to the Grand Galloping Gala while coming in first place at the Running of the Leaves! Still, it’s fun to dream. I guess it’s just as well. I don’t want to be an unwed blank-flank broodmare even if I could somehow get Twilight interested in a filly, when she has a whole stable of beautiful grown up mares to play with!”
Sweetie Belle had decided to barricade her door so she could get in a quick round of pillow bopping to ease her trembling body, but her time ran out! “Sugar Sweetie, get your pack together!” her father called. “It’s time I walked you to your little clubhouse!”
“Oh horse-apples!” The Sweetie Belle swore softly to herself. “Coming daddy!” The frustrated filly did her best to ignore the needs of her body. She slipped her sister’s book into her saddle bag and hurried down stairs.
“Have a nice time dear.” Cookie told her daughter while passing her a small picnic basket. “I’ve fixed lunch for you and your friends.”
“Thanks mom!” Sweetie Belle trotted out the door with the basket balanced comfortably on her back. “Come on daddy!” she called, pretending not to see her parents passionately kissing at the door.
When her father joined her, she couldn’t help noticing that he took the upwind side of the path and moved a few paces ahead of her. A sudden though made Sweetie Belle almost let the basket fall from her back. Was the scent of her heat affecting daddy? Of course it was. He was a healthy normal stallion, after all. Miss Cheerilee had taught the fillies in her class that all healthy normal stallions were affected by the pheromones of a mare in heat. That’s why a wise filly was very careful, even around family members.
Naughty thoughts entered her mind, causing her to flush with embarrassment. Sweetie Belle did her best not to imagine her beloved daddy rearing up to mount her! It would be so exciting, but mom wouldn’t like that at all! She’d never do anything to make her parents so unhappy!
Sweetie Belle dropped back a little more. Now Applebloom telling her how Big Macintosh slept in the barn whenever Applejack was in season didn’t sound quite so funny. “Thank you for walking me to my meeting.” She said sheepishly.
“Think nothing of it, Sugar Sweetie!” Hondo said, trying to look everywhere at once in case a colt was approaching.
The breeze picked up, and Sweetie Belle calmed down. That is until she heard a familiar voice. “Hey Sweetie Belle!” Button Mash called. “What luck! I gotta talk to you about what happened yesterday!” The colt’s brown mane waved in the breeze as he galloped full tilt down the dirt road from the direction of Sweet Apple Acres. The propeller on his beanie was a blur as it spun at top speed.
Sweetie Belle took a deep breath and yelled. “Not now Button. I have important Crusader business to attend to!”
“But Sweetie Belle, I wanted to explain about what happened!” He grinned. “That was my first time! I, I think it means you’re my density! I know it’s not Applebloom because I had a real doozy of a dream about you last night. You were in my bed room, and suddenly you turned into my mom. I’m not sure what that was all about, but this morning I had to buy a watermelon with the last of my allowance!”
Sweetie Belle put a hoof to her face and groaned. Was Button actually trying to get daddy to kill him? “I’ll talk to you at school about it on Monday!” she hissed. “Now go away!”
Hondo looked down at the frazzled young colt staring at his daughter and fought the urge to rear up on his hind legs and trample the youth. “Son, just keep on hoofing.” He said quietly.
“Sir, I just want to speak to Sweetie Belle for a minute, okay?”
Sweetie Belle gasped when Button continued to get closer to her. She scrambled to keep downwind of him, for his own protection. While she would love to see his pretty penis once again, she certainly did not want him to display in front of daddy. That would be a disaster of Olden Pony Days proportions! “Button!” she snapped, trying to warn him by continually glancing at her father. Daddy was growing angrier by the second! “I said we’ll talk in school!”
“But I just wanted to ask if you and me, um, if I could…” He finally seemed to notice the look in her father’s eyes and gulped audibly. “Um, if, if I could look at your homework! Yeah, that’s it! Can I see your homework? I need your help with my homework that I do in my bedroom, where my bed is!”
Sweetie Belle closed her eyes and tried not to whimper. Button had three hooves on thin ice, and the forth was about to step on a banana peel! It was very flattering, but didn’t he know that he was practically telling daddy what he wanted to do to her?
Daddy was being awfully quiet. Was it he quiet before the storm? “No Button, you may not see my homework!” She snapped. Sweetie Belle smiled so he wouldn’t feel hurt. “We’ll talk about that thing you had trouble with on Monday, okay?”
“Uh, um, okay!” Button turned tail and galloped off. He suddenly veered back. “Nice to see you again, sir!” he said while tipping his beanie politely. Then he raced off again.
“That Button drives me crazy sometimes.” Sweetie Belle told her father, trying to look casual after fearing for her friend’s life. “He means well though.”
Hondo sighed. He had been young once, and remembered the terrible time when Cookie’s father had caught him displaying before his giggling cheerleader daughter. His high school’s football coach had seen him galloping for his life, twisting and dodging every attempt his furious future father-in-law made to tackle him. It wasn’t a total loss. He had earned his Cutie mark when the coach begged him to join the team as his star running back!
Hondo decided to hold his temper in check. If Sweetie Belle wasn’t out of her heat on Monday, she was staying home, and that would be final! “The colt has nerve, I’ll grant him that.” He grudgingly admitted.
For some reason Sweetie Belle felt very happy. “Why daddy, I don’t know what you mean!”
Hondo laughed. “Sugar Sweetie, sometimes you sound so much like your sister!”
Sweetie Belle was relieved when they finally reached Sweet Apple Acres. “See you later, daddy!” she announced while heading to the remote private corner of the orchard where the Cutie Mark Crusaders clubhouse was located.
“I’ll walk you to the door.” Hondo said softly, keeping on the alert for Big Mackintosh. It was an open secret all through Ponyville about how the stoic stallion felt about Miss Cheerilee, but the lad was a stallion, after all!
“Oh daddy.” Sweetie Belle couldn’t help smiling. In the proper small dose, it felt really good having her father looking out for her!
Her hooves clippity clopped lightly up the ramp to the clubhouse. Sweetie Belle paused and watched from the Veranda while daddy slowly left and sighed. It's a good thing they were at school when Button had displayed. If she had been alone with Button Mash and had seen what he had to show, things might have gotten a little strange!
Button's was the first “thing” she had ever seen. Judging by the look of jealousy on the faces of some of the other colts, it must be a pretty good one, too! “This is Rarity's fault.” she whispered as her body grew warm. “Why did she have to write EVERY detail in her diary?”
Trying to force thoughts of such a beautiful penis from her mind, Sweetie Belle opened the door and entered the clubhouse. “Hi guys! Did you see the two very special fabric swatches I sort of “borrowed” from Rarity's sample books? I left them on the table. Once we settle on which one is best, I'll tell Rarity we need her to make new curtains for the clubhouse!”
For some reason, Applebloom and Scootaloo seemed almost frightened to see her. The looked at each other and Sweetie Belle almost laughed at the comic look of embarrassment on their faces. That is until her friends chorused “Uh-oh!”
“Uh-oh?” Sweetie Belle repeated as she entered and closed the door behind her. She couldn't help sniffing at the musky almost overpowering smell in the clubhouse. It was something she had smelled once before. She had dropped in to visit her sister just as Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis were leaving Carousel Boutique a few days ago. Even after Rarity had galloped around in a near panic opening all of the windows, her big sister's bedroom had smelled just like this.
The guilty weight of the book in her saddlebag made Sweetie Belle think of the appropriate entry she had read just last night in Rarity’s diary. It couldn't be, could it? What did Rarity title that entry? Oh yeah. Ménage à trois. The included sketch was rather thrilling to see after reading Rarity's account of things. Sweetie Belle felt a sudden warmth centering between her hind legs, but spreading all through her body. “There was a colt here!” she finally announced. “There was a colt here, and he did stuff!” Her eyes flashed. “It better not have been Button Mash!”
“No, no, no, Sweetie Belle.” Applebloom said casually, in a voice that simply brimmed over with dread. “Button wasn’t here.”
“Nope, no colts here!” Scootaloo chimed in, looking strangely elated, yet as nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs.
Sweetie Belle couldn’t help noticing how disheveled her friends were. Applebloom’s mane was in a cascade off of her shoulders, the ribbon that normally held it neat and tidy missing.
Scootaloo seemed to be trying not to look smug. Her coat was matted with perspiration, and her wings were fully extended in that dread of all Pegasi, a “Wingboner”.
Sweetie Belle sniffed again. There was no doubt in her mind. The clubhouse smelled just like Rarity’s room after her visit from Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis!
She watched as Applebloom walked across the clubhouse. She noticed it right off. There was a certain something about Applebloom’s gait. Her rump was swaying just a tiny bit differently. “There was a colt here!” she squealed. “There was a colt here, and he plucked himself a ripe Apple!”
Applebloom froze. “How did you know? I, um, I mean, what are you talking about?”
“Rarity can always tell when a filly or mare does it for the first time, and I guess I inherited the same intuition! Applebloom, what happened? You’re in season!”
“Not any more she isn’t!” Scootaloo quipped.
“Shut up, Scoot!” Applebloom snapped. “Sweetie Belle, there wasn’t a colt here!”
Sweetie Belle’s eyes grew big as saucers. As Applebloom protested, she happened to see a small droplet of pearly white stuff drip from her friend’s neither region to splatter on the floor. “Oh my goodness! Applebloom, you even have a creamy-pie!”
Applebloom couldn’t help looking down under herself. “Cow patties!” she breathed. “I’m still leakin’ a bit!”
“I was right!” Sweetie Belle announced, as she hopped around the room like a happy Twilight proclaiming how wonderful a day it was when she got her Cutie Mark. “Applebloom, you were plucked! You’re a mare now!”
“She’s a pregnant mare.” Scootaloo said with an odd smugness.
“Scoot, don’t keep sayin’ stuff like that!” Applebloom cried. “Sweetie Belle, I, I can explain!” Even as she said the words, she wondered how she ever would.
“Who was the colt?” Sweetie Belle asked. She felt a stirring of anger she tried to ignore. “Was it Button Mash?”
“Heck no!” Applebloom needed to distract Sweetie Belle. If she learned the truth, she would probably end up being scared to death of Scootaloo the futaloo! “Scoot, show her!”
“Applebloom, are you pulling my tail?” Scootaloo screamed.
“Not that!” Applebloom cried hastily. “The other thing! Show her the other thing you can do!”
“Oh yeah, you mean the OTHER thing!”
Sweetie Belle watched as Scootaloo stood tall. She spread her wings wide, and Sweetie Belle was certain that they looked quite a bit larger than they used to. She secretly loved seeing Pegasi struggle with the occasional “wingboner” and felt a bit of heat rush through her just from seeing Scootaloo fully unfurl her wings.
With a cry of pure delight, Scootaloo threw open the window and launched herself through it! “Look at me Sweetie Belle! It’s finally happened!” She zoomed a complete circuit around the clubhouse tree. “I can fly!”
“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Sweetie Belle cried, Button forgotten for the moment. “I knew your wings had grown!”
Charging outside, Sweetie Belle watched Scootaloo as she circled the tree again. The joy on Scootaloo’s face made her look simply beautiful!
When Scootaloo landed, something happened that she should have expected. Sweetie Belle threw her front legs around her, and hugged tightly. “You’re squeezin’ the air outta me!” she groaned, before making a big mistake. She buried her face in Sweetie Belle’s mane, and the heavenly scent of a mare in heat seemed to tickle her brain. “Th-That’s enough hugs!” she shouted, hastily extracting herself from Sweetie Belle’s embrace.
“Uh-oh!” Applebloom could see that Scootaloo was biting her lower lip, but it didn’t seem to be helping! That wonderful penis was coming back out to say hello! Sweetie Belle would be shocked and possibly scarred for life if she saw that! Applebloom charged. She placed herself between Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle. “Eeyup, that there is enough hugs for ol’ Scoot. You know she doesn’t like touchy feely stuff.”
“Everypony likes hugs.” Sweetie Belle said cheerfully. She tried to step around Applebloom, but Applebloom kept herself solidly between her and Scootaloo.
The trio continued their impromptu dosey doe around the Veranda for quite some time. It ended when Sweetie Belle suddenly froze. “W-What’s that?” she whispered, pointing a hoof at Scootaloo’s shadow on the wooden deck.
“What’s what?” Applebloom shouted in near panic. “I don’t see nothin’!”
Sweetie Belle couldn’t lift something as heavy as another pony with her magic, but she could make a pony want to move. “What’s that?” she repeated, while giving Applebloom’s tail a quick magical tug.
Already nervous, Applebloom let out a yip and nearly jumped out of her horse shoes. “What’s what?” she cried as Sweetie Belle outflanked her to get a good look at Scootaloo.
Sweetie Belle stared. “Scootaloo, you, you’re a futanari?” She looked from Scootaloo to Applebloom. “You, in her, a foal?”
Scootaloo flopped down to the deck, trying to hide her erection by lying on top of it. “Sweetie Belle, I can explain!”
Having Rarity as a big sister did have its influence on Sweetie Belle. “Oh my!” she cried dramatically, while lifting a hoof to her forehead. With a moan, she reared up on her hind legs and then toppled over. Her horn flared, and a cushion suddenly zoomed out from the clubhouse to land comfortably under her head as she collapsed to the deck.
“The shock was too much!” Scootaloo cried as she jumped to her hooves. “I killed her!”
“Get a grip, Scoot!” Applebloom shouted. “She ain’t dead! She’s just in a swoon!” She whinnied softly. “Sweetie Belle is too dang pure and innocent! She’s gonna hate us for life now for bein’ such perverts!”
Sweetie Belle opened one eye, and let it feast on the sight of the lovely organ jutting from her friend. “Glorious.” She whispered, sounding so much like her big sister.
“Uh, what the hay did she say?” Sweetie Belle whispered.
Sweetie Belle rose gracefully up on all four legs. “Magnificent!” she said warmly. “Scootaloo, you are simply magnificent!”
“Huh?” Scootaloo cried, backing away from Sweetie Belle.
Caution flew far from Sweetie Belle’s mind. Being unable to masturbate earlier, combined dangerously with her heat. The filly’s body was a raging storm of hormones.
Sweetie Belle gave no thought to Miss Cheerilee’s good advice on avoiding being mounted in your first heat. Surely everything would be fine if she and Scootaloo just did it for a second or two. Poor Applebloom already made the big mistake of going too far. She could benefit from that dreadful mistake!
Sweetie Belle trembled. Her body knew exactly what it wanted. Her tail lifted of its own accord, and she turned her back on Scootaloo. “Why did you two try to hide this from me?” she said in a softy pouty voice as she swayed her rump enticingly. “I thought we were friends!”
“Yikes!” Applebloom whispered. “Scoot, get your flanks outta here! Sweetie Belle ain’t thinkin’ clearly! She’s all goofy from her season!” She tried not to think about how sexy Sweetie looked while holding her tail straight up. “Scootaloo, she’s all mixed up from hormones and stuff! You best go practice flyin’ or somethin’.” Applebloom didn’t even notice that she was licking her lips. “I, I’ll stay put and calm her down a mite.”
Sweetie Belle stomped a hoof. “I am thinking quite clearly!” she insisted. “I’m thinking you want to keep Scootaloo all to herself!”
Scootaloo felt a grin on her face, and couldn’t seem to get rid of it. “Are you two gonna fight over me?” She asked rather hopefully. “That’s kinda cool!”
“Quiet Scoot!” Applebloom scolded while staring at Sweetie Belle’s pretty rump. “I ain’t keepin’ nopony for myself! I’m only tryin’ to protect ya from yerself, Sweetie Belle!”
Sweetie Belle looked over her shoulder and smiled. “That’s silly. Why would you need to protect me from Scootaloo? She’s a filly too, and knows what would happen if she wasn’t careful.” She said softly. “Scootaloo, would you mount me? I’m sure since you already squirted in Applebloom, you can control yourself and keep from going too far and putting a foal in me.”
Scootaloo tried very hard to do the right thing. “Sweetie Belle, I, I don’t know about that!” She glanced down at her throbbing cock. She had no idea that it was normal for futanari to have such thoughts, but she was just aching to plant her seed in another lovely filly in heat. She was practically drooling while thinking of pretty Sweetie Belle with a nice round tummy. Still, she tried her best to resist. “Sweetie Belle, it’s way dangerous!”
“Just mount me for a minute.” Sweetie Belle cooed. “I only want to know what its like. I know you’ll be careful.”
Applebloom felt so hot inside. A wicked thought entered her mind. Like Granny Smith always said, a trouble shared was a trouble halved. She took a deep breath. “Yeah Scoot, you just be careful. I, I’ll watch and make sure ya don’t go too far, ‘kay? When Sweetie says that’s enough, I’ll make ya pull out!” She felt her face grow warm. “Ya’ll can finish on up in me, since I’m already in a motherly mess!”
Scootaloo stared at Applebloom. “What?” she cried. “You, you won’t mind?”
“Huh? Is that what you’re worried about?” Applebloom smiled. “We’re the Cutey Mark Crusaders! We do everything together!” She bit her lower lip to keep from adding ‘even having foals’.
“This ain’t a good idea.” Scootaloo muttered as she timidly approached Sweetie Belle. “Okay, just for a second!”
Flapping her newly strengthened wings, Scootaloo reared up over Sweetie Belle. It was telling of her new found control over them, that she could pause long enough for Applebloom to rush up and relieve Sweetie Belle of the lunch basket still on her back, and the saddle bags riding over her flanks.
Sweetie Belle trembled as Applejack’s hoof sort of strayed and caressed her flank. Sudden images of Applejack kissing her sister invaded her mind. “We, we’re all in this together, Applebloom!” she gasped as Scootaloo settled over her.
“And how!” Applebloom cheered as she watched Scootaloo make herself comfortable on Sweetie Belle’s back.
Instinct took over. Scootaloo hunched and shimmied as she tried to line up her penis with her friend’s lovely little opening. “I, I’m going crazy!” she gasped, feeling moist warmth against her hardness.
“Let me help!” Applebloom reached a hoof up under her friends, and gave Scootaloo’s wonderful penis just a slight nudge. “There’s her hoo-ha! Now do your stuff, Scoot!”
With a snort and a whinny, Scootaloo thrust deep into Sweetie Belle. “Oh, Oh Applebloom, she feels just as good as you do!”
Sweetie Belle let out a low moan. “Oh my, that’s much better than a cucumber!” She closed her eyes tight and relished the sensation of something warm and hard filling her up so completely. “Scootaloo, maybe, maybe that’s enough.”
Applebloom hardly had time to think. She needed to distract Sweetie Belle and keep this thing going! She charged forward. “How’s it feel, Sweetie?” she asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. It just seemed so right to press her lips to Sweetie Belle’s!
Kissing Sweetie Belle was different than kissing Scootaloo. Different, but just as delightful! It was like the difference between a luscious Red Delicious, and a scrumptiously sweet Honeycrisp. Applebloom could taste the subtle differences between her friends, and gloried in it.
Sweetie Belle whimpered softly as she boldly thrust her tongue into Applebloom’s mouth. She could swear she could taste Zap Apple butter! Kissing another mare was even better than Rarity wrote about!
Scootaloo watched over Sweetie Belle’s shoulder. Her cock seemed to get even harder as she saw her friends kiss! “Best day ever!” she gasped, as she began thrusting wildly into Sweetie Belle’s heavenly warmth.
Sweetie Belle swayed and rocked under Scootaloo. “This is so good.” She gasped, when she and Applebloom parted. “I, I think we b-better think about this!”
Applebloom remembered a strange comment she once overheard Snails tell Snips about Unicorn horns. “We can think later.” She practically shouted, while using her front hooves to gently tilt Sweetie Belle’s head downward. Without even thinking, she took Sweetie Belle’s horn into her mouth!
“Applebloom!” Sweetie Belle squeaked. “No, not my horn!”
Applebloom thought a horn would feel cool against her tongue. Sweetie’s was nice and warm. She let the tip of her tongue gently slide along the hard spiral of the horn, and thrilled as Sweetie Belle began to tremble even harder.
Scootaloo squeezed Sweetie Belle tighter with her forelegs. “That, that’s a horn job!” she gasped. She felt that wonderful snugness squeeze even tighter. “I, I think she likes it, Applebloom!”
Sweetie Belle did like it, but she dimly realized she had placed herself in a very perilous predicament. Unicorns rarely let Earth or Pegasus ponies know just how sensitive their horns were. After all, it was an important part of their magic. The root of the horn tied directly into the pleasure centers of a Unicorn’s brain! Rarity wrote of it often in her diary entries, and Princess Twilight once took her aside and shyly warned her of what to expect as her magic grew stronger.
“Applebloom, Scootaloo, we, we, have to, oh my!” She felt that soft tongue tracing over her horn, and it added such a delightful accent to Scootaloo’s penis moving so forcefully within her. She felt the sensual delight of magic building towards discharge, and whinnied. “Cutey Mark Crusaders Ménage à trios!”
Scootaloo buried her face in Sweetie Belle’s mane. “She’s speakin’ Fancy!” she cried, while inhaling the delightful aroma of a mare in heat. She flapped her wings joyfully as she began positively slamming into Sweetie’s welcoming body!
Sweetie Belle knew there was something she really should be worried about, but Scootaloo was so wonderfully forceful! Having her friend’s weight on her back just felt so right as Scootaloo continued to thrust into her! How would she ever go back to cucumbers after knowing this delight? Her tender young body was fast approaching that sensual abyss.
Sweetie Belle had no time for worries! She put all of her concentration into focusing the building magical release. She just had to discharge her magic right as Scootaloo made her climax! No other thought could crowd that need out of her mind!
Applebloom was sucking Sweetie Belle’s horn now. She felt an odd by very pleasant, almost electrical tingling against her tongue. It somehow urged her to suck even harder!
Scootaloo would have thought she was the luckiest filly in Equestria. That is if she could think. Her world contained nothing but her beautiful friends now. Peering through Sweetie Belle’s lovely mane, she thrust like a wild Everfree beast as she watched Applebloom sucking away on Sweetie Belle’s horn.
“Almost there!” Scootaloo cried as her movements grew more urgent. “I, I’m gonna do it!” she warned, hoping against hope that nopony would object and tell her to stop!
Applebloom sucked as hard as she could. She just had to keep Sweetie Belle distracted just a little while longer! She bobbed her head and made nasty slurping sounds as her saliva ran down the horn to dampen Sweetie Belle’s mane.
Sweetie Belle felt it! Scootaloo’s pretty penis gave a sudden jerk as it rammed in just as deep as it could go! The word just came on its own. “Crusaders!” Sweetie Belle screamed as her body succumbed. Just as her orgasm hit, she felt the glorious and sensual discharge of raw magic from her horn. It was all she could do to aim that magic to where it would do the most good!
Applebloom was startled by the sudden heat in her mouth. It burned, but it was a nice burn like touching the tip of your tongue to a pile of freshly ground cinnamon. Then something happened that she never expected. As Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo shook in their release, her loins were invaded!
Applebloom let out a wail of delight as her hoo-ha became the center of a magical firestorm! Somehow that energy seemed to focus itself right into her poor little button! The Earth pony screamed as a sudden and powerful orgasm tore through her with absolutely no warning! She whimpered and moaned through wave after wave of orgasmic bliss, even as her friends did the same.
The three friends lay prone in their clubhouse. The only sound was the panting as they tried to catch their breaths. Sweetie Belle lifted a hind leg and inspected her most private area. “Uh-oh.” She whispered as she watched gooey pearlescent fluid seep from her wonderfully sated body. “I, I knew I was forgetting about something.” She gulped. “I, I guess I’m not in heat any more.”
Applebloom looked over at Sweetie Belle, and suddenly felt very bad. “Um, Sweetie, I, I’m sorry I distracted you.” She whispered.
Scootaloo felt a strange sense of pride and shame over what had happened. “Um, guys, I, I’m sorry, but nopony told me to stop! Why didn’t anypony tell me to stop? I, I could’a pulled out if I heard the words, um, I think.”
Sweetie Belle took a deep breath. “Scootaloo, it’s not your fault.” She smiled at a very nervous Applebloom. “It’s not yours, either. Miss Cheerilee warned all of us about the dangers of out first heat. I was all worked up this morning, but didn’t masturbate. It’s really true what they say about a mare’s first heat. I couldn’t think past that pretty penis going inside of me!” She sighed. “I don’t know what I’ll tell daddy now.”
Applebloom looked thoughtful. “I know what ya mean. Once I saw what Scoot was packin’, I couldn’t think a anything else but tryin’ it out for size!”
Scootaloo felt her face grow warm. “Um, it’s a futa thing guys, but once I smelled your scent, all I wanted to do was put a foal in both of you. I’m so sorry!”
Sweetie Belle smiled. “I’m sure everything will work out for the best. We’re Cutie Mark Crusaders, after all!”
Applebloom looked thoughtful. “Crusaders, maybe we better cut back on all finding our Cutey Mark activities for a while. Maybe we should concentrate on helping others with their Cutie Marks. It’ll be a mite safer, since we’re in a family way. Besides, we can start readin’ up on what to expect when you’re carryin’ a foal.”
Sweetie Belle smiled. “That sounds like a wonderful idea!”
Scootaloo climbed to her hooves and took a deep breath. Thank goodness her penis had withdrawn into her body after all the trouble it caused. “I plan on helping two fillies right now! Guys, I, I love you! I wanna help in any way I can! Will, will you guys marry me, um, if, if your families say it’s okay?”
Applebloom sighed nervously despite her earlier rationalization; she realized she did indeed “LOVE” love both Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle! “I hope I can talk sis in ta acceptin’ me marryin’ a filly and a futaloo. I’ll need her help ta smooth things over with Granny Smith!”
“Futanari.” Scootaloo corrected with a giggle. She thought of catching Rarity kissing Applejack, and smiled knowingly. “I betcha won’t have any trouble at all talking Applejack into it.”
“Rarity’s pregnant.” Sweetie Belle announced abruptly. “Trust me; she’ll know just how to explain me being involved with a filly and a futanari to my mom. Mom will help ease daddy into the idea.” She smiled. “Did you know Twilight is also a futanari? Princess Twilight sired my sister’s foal!”
Scootaloo giggled. “I know, and Fluttershy does too! I bet she’s also pregnant, after what I saw! I should tell you guys that I’m positive Twilight has something to do with me being a futanari too.” She decided not to tell her friends just yet that she suspected she had twice eaten “Twiligoop”.
She smiled and continued. “We’re supposed to be seriously rare, and suddenly two are living in Ponyville. Maybe I should talk to her about it” Scootaloo took a deep breath and just blurted out what was really on her mind. “Does this mean you guys say yes? Please, you guys just gotta say yes!”
“Yes!” Sweetie Belle and Applebloom chorused.
The room filled with swirling pure white light. The three friends rose up from the floor and hung suspended for several seconds as the light coalesced around them. After a moment, they settled back to the floor.
“What the hay just happened?” Applebloom gasped.
Scootaloo’s jaw dropped. “You guys got Cutie Marks!” She looked back at her own flanks. “I did too! We all got the same Cutie Marks!”
Applebloom suddenly looked frightened and closed her eyes tight. “Please tell me it ain’t any kinda sex Cutie Mark!”
“Don’t be silly!” Sweetie Belle said calmly. “They’re wonderful! The background is a heraldic device, tri-colored to represent our manes. That shows we’re inseparable!”
“A herald whatsis?” Applebloom opened her eyes and examined her flank. “Oh, you mean a shield. Oh wow, I got an apple on mine! I’m an Apple to the core!”
“A lightning bolt, like Rainbow Dash has!” Scootaloo said proudly. “It’s outlined by a wing. Maybe it means I’ll be a great flyer like she is! Cool!”
Sweetie Belle looked bashfully at hers. “Um, mine is a music note in a star.”
“That’s ‘because you have such a sweet singing voice!” Scootaloo said and rushed over to give Sweetie a hug.
“Eyup!” Applebloom added, as she joined the embrace. “You’re our number one music star, Sweetie!”
“Guys?” Scootaloo said nervously. The musk and sweat of her friends seemed to invade her soul. “Um, you both still smell really-really good!” She gulped as her penis slowly emerged and grew stiff. “Could, could we do it again?”
Applebloom and Sweetie Belle stepped back from a very agitated Scootaloo. “Would ya look at that?” Applebloom said with a grin. “I think it’s even bigger ‘en before!”
Sweetie Belle giggled. “From what I’ve read, futanari are insatiable. Applebloom, we can’t be jealous if Scootaloo goes astray from time to time.”
“Heck no, I wouldn’t be jealous! Scootaloo is like a royal treasure!” Her eyes closed to slits. “We have to let her spread the wealth.”
“Guys, don’t talk like that!” Scootaloo begged. “I promise I’ll never leave you!”
“Who said you’d leave?” Sweetie Belles asked softly. “We’ll just lend you out like a library book.”
Applebloom sidled up closer to the nervous Scootaloo. “As long as you come home to your wives, ya’ll can have as much fun as ya want, Scoot!” She lifted her tail high and gave her rump a little shake. “Starting right now!”