Author's Note

Hey there. CMC chapter this time, so if you're not into action involving foals (though they're at least pubescent in this story) skip over this one and wait for the next. (For those wondering why this is CMC-only, we'll be getting Rainbow Dash telling the other story at the next meeting proper.)

Interlude 3: Trios

Sunlight streaming in through the thin privacy curtains woke Sweetie Belle with the dawn. In truth, none of the fillies had slept much. While their lust kept their traditionally early bedtimes at bay for a while, by the small hours of the morning they'd flagged, and finally passed out, curled up against each other.

Sweetie Belle woke up feeling fresh, much to her surprise. The first morning sunlight was streaming in through the thin white curtains, stretched across the windows for privacy. It fell on Sweetie's white coat, making it shine around her new cutie mark.

Seeing it, she shook off sleep, and the details of the previous evening came back to her in a rush of sensation: lips and tongues everywhere, warm coats pressed close. She blushed, newly aware of Scootaloo and Apple Bloom breathing softly as they slept snuggled up with her and each other. The mark itself filled her with a mix of joy and apprehension - she loved her mark, and loved having it after so long, but still had no idea what she'd tell Rarity or her parents about how she'd gotten it. She was sure Pinkie would have a perfect word for her strange state of mixed joy and fear. For now, though, she had other concerns, and got to her hooves.

"Girls," she whispered, nuzzling Apple Bloom, "girls, wake up!"

Apple Bloom stirred and began gathering herself, but Scootaloo buried her head under her hooves.

"G'way," she moaned, "no school today..."

"Scoots, we're still at Sugarcube Corner! The cakes'll be up soon, we need to go!" Sweetie nuzzled her insistently, and Scootaloo opened her eyes. She blinked twice, looked at Sweetie's flank, then grinned up at her.

"So it wasn't a dream," she said, "sweet. Can I kiss you again?"

"Later," Sweetie said, blushing, "we need to get outta here first."

Scootaloo sprang to her hooves, and Apple Bloom had already risen and stretched. They trotted down the stairs as quietly as they could, listening for sounds of the Cakes in the way. They were in luck, though: they heard them only distantly, talking to Pinkie in the kitchen, and slipped out the back door without incident.

"I can't believe we got away with that," Scootaloo smirked widely as they trotted out into the brisk morning air.

"We haven't yet," Sweetie said, "I still have to tell everypony how I got my cutie mark."

Apple Bloom frowned. "What's the big deal? It's an awesome mark and it's got the Crusader symbol! Everypony knows you love the club. I'm more upset Scoots and I don't have ours yet. We had just as much fun as you did! Not that I'm not happy for you, Sweetie," she finished hastily.

"I know girls, I'm sorry," Sweetie said, "I should be over the moon at getting my mark, and I am! And it's all about you two and what good, uh, friends we are. It's like even my cutie mark wants us to be friends forever! But I need to check in with Rarity and I need a good story. You're right we've been friends forever, but that's the problem! Cutie marks come when you do something new or special, and we've been friends for ages! Everypony's gonna ask what happened."

"You could tell the truth," Apple Bloom said, though she didn't look convinced.

"We'll never get you two your cutie marks if we're all grounded for life for sneaking in to Sugarcube Corner," Sweetie looked at her hooves and kicked a rock. "Besides, if our sisters wanted us doing that, wouldn't they have told us how awesome it is?"

"Applejack talks about sex sometimes," Apple Bloom said. "I mean, not about having it herself I guess but she's never said there's anything wrong with it. I think your sis is just a prude."

"Yeah," Scootaloo said, "Rainbow Dash never told me any details but she's mentioned spending the night at other mares' houses before. I think she expected me to know what it meant. I just...you know, I had nopony to really tell me."

Sweetie leaned against her and sighed.

"You're right, girls, your problems are bigger. I'll figure it out."

"I hope so," Scootaloo said, "isn't that Rarity right over there?"

Sweetie jumped and followed Scootaloo's eyes. Rarity was indeed standing in the road looking towards Savoir Fare's restaurant's outdoor dining area. Sweetie nearly fled, but before the message made it to her legs, Rarity had already noticed them and smiled. The whole thing became muddled, and Sweetie nearly tripped over her own hooves.

"Sweetie dear," Rarity said as she approached, "are you quite all right?"

"Oh, yeah, I uh, tripped on a rock," Sweetie said. She realized she had to at least try to pretend she wasn't nervous about giving Rarity the news, and took a deep breath, then hurried a bit ahead of her friends so she could turn and show her sister her flank.

"We were looking for you," she said. "Look what I got!" She was still giddy enough to have her mark that it didn't take much to force her enthusiasm into her voice, despite the knot in her stomach.

Rarity squealed. "Oh Sweetie, I'm so happy for you! Between this and...well, never mind that, his is a wonderful morning! Oh, look, it's even got your crusader symbol in it! Isn't it just gorgeous! How did you finally get it?"

"Oh," Sweetie said, and couldn't hide her nervousness, "I guess I just got it for being such good friends with Scoots and Bloom! Turns out being a Crusader was my special talent after all!"

Rarity looked at her for a moment, eyebrows raised. "I...see. Sweetie, being a good friend is wonderful, but I'm not sure it's really a special talent." She brightened. "Besides, you fillies have been friends forever. What exciting crusade were you on when you got the mark?"

"Oh, uh," Sweetie desperately searched for a convincing lie, then gave up, and went with understating the truth. "Promise you won't get mad?"

"Mad? Whyever would I be angry at you for getting your mark?"

"Well, to be honest, we were kinda....k-kissing."

Rarity's eyes widened. "Sweetie! Are you telling me you fillies are...in love?"

Sweetie pawed at the ground with her hooves, and her friends looked at her. "Uh, I think so," she said quietly. "It was really nice, anyway."

"Oh," for a moment Sweetie couldn't read Rarity's face, and her stomach clenched. Then her sister's muzzle split into a broad, genuine grin. "Oh Sweetie, I'm so happy for you! And you two, as well, of course! Did you get your marks too?"

"No," Apple Bloom said glumly.

"Yeah and I have no idea why," Scootaloo said, "we really liked, uh, kissing Sweetie, too! It isn't like she cares about us more than we do about her!"

"Hmmm," Rarity said. "Well I'm glad to hear that, of course, but not surprised. Cutie marks know what they're doing, I cannot imagine Sweetie would have gotten your symbol if your love were doomed! But you know, perhaps it just means you haven't found whatever you two bring to the relationship that's unique. Perhaps Sweetie's special talent is kissing, or she'll prove to be the glue that lets you work as a trio. Maybe one of you has a talent for planning dates, or the like?"

"So...you're not mad?" Sweetie asked, somewhat behind on processing the conversation.

"Sweetie, dear, why would I be mad?" Rarity hugged her tight. "You're a bit young, of course, but nopony gets their cutie mark before they're ready to be a grown-up, at least in most ways. And I'll admit a trio isn't the most common romantic group but, well, I could not possibly think these fillies don't make you happy. Do you like your mark?"

"Oh yeah," Sweetie grinned, "I love it."

"And I love you, dear sister," Rarity said, "so I'm very happy for you." She let Sweetie back down. "But come now, we should celebrate! Won't you three join me for breakfast here at the restaurant? My treat!"

Sweetie realized she was hungry after her workout, and looked over at her friends. Scootaloo nodded eagerly, never one to turn down a free meal, and Apple Bloom shrugged.

"Sure, sis," Sweetie said. "Why're you out here anyway?"

"Oh! Well, I happened to see another trio sharing a table this morning," Rarity grinned at them, and gestured with her muzzle.

Sweetie followed her line of sight, and saw Twilight, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack sitting at a table, talking and laughing.

"Wait, why aren't you with them? I'm sure they wouldn't mind," Sweetie said.

"Oh, I'm sure they'd say they wouldn't, but I rather think they're on a date. I suspect you three aren't the only ones who recently found new love."

"Whoa," Apple Bloom said, "you think Rainbow's joining Twi and my sis?"

Rarity nodded and grinned.

"Okay," Scootaloo said, "now I know I have to get my cutie mark for this, if Rainbow Dash is into it too!"

Rarity smiled at her, and they proceeded to the seating area, waving at the others as they did. They waved back, and Applejack blushed at the sight of Apple Bloom, but they neither invited them over, nor did Rarity ask to be invited. Savoir Fare's was one of Sweetie's favorite breakfast spots, though her family usually went only on special occasions. Scootaloo and Apple Bloom had never been. All three enjoyed stacks of waffles topped with apples, strawberries, whipped cream, and a generous portion of real Ponyville maple syrup. Rarity sipped a coffee and enjoyed an assortment of Prench pastries. She grinned every time she looked over at the fillies, but they said little as they ate. At the table across the way, the other three ponies finished up, then left together, heading in the direction of Rainbow Dash's cloud house. Rarity squealed and grinned.

"What's so exciting, sis?"

"Oh, just that they left together. Their date must have been a success!"

"Why would that make them more likely to leave together?" Scootaloo asked.

"Ah, well, uh, because they want to spend more time together, of course! They must be going back to Rainbow's to talk in private!"

Sweetie suspected talk was not their plan, and that Rarity knew it, but didn't want to risk having to reveal just how far her "kissing" with her friends had gone, so let it slide. Scootaloo was either satisfied with Rarity's claim, or figured it out for herself, because she went back to her waffles without further question.

Before long, they'd finished the breakfast, and Sweetie was eager to head out. Though she hadn't told Rarity the whole truth, her sister's idea had stuck with her, and she was ready to share it with her friends.

"Thanks sis," she said, "for breakfast, and for being the best sister ever! I can't wait to show everypony my new cutie mark. But I think first I wanna try some of your ideas for helping Apple Bloom and Scoots!"

"Of course dear," Rarity said, "go on with you. I have orders to do today anyway. Did you get your allowance yet this week?"

"No," Sweetie sighed. "They forgot before they headed out."

"Well that will not do, how can you discover if anypony is talented at date planning if you can't have a date?" Rarity levitated a pouch of gems over and placed it in Apple Bloom's saddlebag. "Get yourselves a nice dinner when you're done, girls, to celebrate."

"Wow," Apple Bloom said, "thanks Rarity!"

"Think nothing of it, I can think of no better cause than young love. Now be off with you, I'm sure you need time to plan a perfect evening!"

"Wow," Sweetie said as they trotted off, "that went way better than I expected."

"I dunno why," Apple Bloom said, "your sis really cares about you. Why wouldn't she be happy?"

"I dunno," Sweetie said, "there was just so much sneaking around."

"Well, yeah, I guess she wouldn't be happy we spied."

"Do you think she's right we're in love?" Scootaloo said. Sweetie blushed.

"Well, I really care about you girls," she said. "And kissing you made me feel all fuzzy and warm. Both of you. And not just, you know, between my legs. And I never wanna stop being friends. I wanna have you two in my life as much as I want Rarity, or my parents, in it, and I love my family."

"Huh," Scootaloo said. "I guess I didn't think about it like that. You girls have always pretty much been my family, what with, you know. And I'd kiss you again any time."

It seemed appropriate, so Sweetie moved over and kissed her, on the lips. Both of them were self-conscious being outside, and Sweetie wanted to keep going, so it was brief, but it left her warm, and Scootaloo blushing. Apple Bloom caught Scootaloo from the other side and kissed her as well, then broke it and kissed Sweetie.

"Yep," Apple Bloom said, "still nice." She started trotting ahead again. "I thought you had a plan, though Sweetie. Where are we going?"

"Oh," Sweetie shook her head to clear the distracting warmth. "Yeah! Well, Rarity had a good idea. We've tried nearly everything crusading, but I didn't get mine until last night when I, you know, did that thing with my tongue. Well, maybe she's right and you two have talents doing different things!"

"You mean different sexy things," Apple Bloom lowered her voice to ask.

"Exactly!"

"But we did a whole bunch of stuff last night," Scootaloo said. "Not that I don't wanna do it again, but what kind of things are so different we might be missing special talents in them?"

"I dunno," Sweetie said. "We did everything they did that night. But they talked about doing a lot more! Like that spell to give a mare stallion parts. I bet ponies have come up with all sorts of stuff!"

"Sure," Scootaloo said, "but where are we gonna find out about it?"

"What about the castle library?" Apple Bloom brightened. "We just saw Twilight head off with those other two, I bet they'll be busy for a while! We can sneak in and look at the sex books!"

"Hey, yeah," Sweetie said, "great idea, AB! Let's go!"

About an hour later, it seemed less like a great idea. The problem was that the castle library was both larger than the old Golden Oaks, and confusingly laid out. Several trunk-like pillars split the room, with shelves wrapped around them, and odd crystals bulged between or even inside shelves, breaking up sections in ways that didn't seem to make any sense.

"This place is too big," Sweetie said into one of the endless shelves, "how does anypony find anything here?"

"I liked the old library," Scootaloo said, "at least we knew where to find things there."

"Not the sex books," Apple Bloom pointed out. "I'm not sure it even had those."

"I bet they were in Twilight's room," Scootaloo said.

"That doesn't help us find 'em here."

"Find what?" Sweetie jumped at Spike's unexpected voice, and nearly fell off the small stepladder she was using to examine the higher shelf. She twisted as she caught herself, giving Spike a view of her flank.

"Whoa, Sweetie, you got your cutie mark? Awesome! What's it for?"

The Crusaders looked at each other for a minute, then shrugged.

"Can you keep a secret, Spike?" Sweetie asked.

"What's so secret about how you got your cutie mark?" Spike grumbled, but mimed the Pinkie swear motion.

"I told Rarity I got it for kissing these two," Sweetie said.

"But you didn't? Why would you tell that lie?"

"Because I did! I mean, I did kiss them. But that wasn't all." Spike looked confused, and she sighed. "We snuck in to their weekly secret meeting at Sugarcube Corner to spy on them. They were talking about stuff like kissing, but more grown up-"

"Oh, you mean sex?"

"You know about that?"

"Of course, it's part of the Equestrian core curriculum for ponies my age, so Twilight made sure to teach it to me."

"Oh, yeah, I guess Ms. Cheerilee did a unit on that," Scootaloo said, "I forgot about that."

"Of course you did, it wasn't graded, so you spent the whole time doodling Rainbow Dash" Apple Bloom sighed.

"Anyway, you spied on their secret sex meeting," Spike said. "And then you tried it yourselves, right?"

"How'd you know?"

He just stared at her. "I'm not any younger than you, and I'm not an idiot? So what'd you get your mark for?"

Sweetie turned crimson. "Uh, l-licking 'em both at once, I think," she muttered.

Spike blinked twice. "Wow, nice. So you're looking for the sex books, huh?"

"Yeah! We figure if we try everything, maybe AB and I will get our marks too," Scootaloo said.

"Worth a try," Spike shrugged, "they're over here." He wandered off among the shelves, and the fillies followed.

"Uh, you won't tell Twilight, right?" Sweetie asked.

"I promised, didn't I? Though I dunno what you're worried about. If they have a weekly sex meeting, it's not like they think it's wrong. Does anypony?"

"I dunno," Sweetie said, "when Cheerilee covered it in class she made it seem like ponies shouldn't be doing it until they're a lot older."

"Oh, yeah," Spike rolled his eyes, "Twilight told me about that. A lot of old-fashioned earth ponies think you need to be married first, there was some superstition about fertility magic not being diluted or something. It's all nonsense and most everypony knows it these days, but some of the really traditional farming families still think it's important."

"I know Applejack doesn't," Apple Bloom said, "she and Twilight definitely had sex already."

"Oh I know," Spike sighed, "I woke them up after their first time. It's mostly further from Canterlot, but because it's still a controversy, teachers in earth pony towns like Ponyville need to be careful not to act like they're encouraging it. And earth ponies still don't talk about it as much as unicorns, or especially pegasi. Twilight told me during my lessons I had to be careful not to talk about it in public, just in case they didn't approve."

"That's neat and all," Scootaloo said, "but where are the books already?"

"Geez, I guess you had a good time," Spike said. "We're here."

The section looked indistinguishable from all the rest, but Sweetie examined the spines and saw titles like The Karmare Sutra, The Joy of Sex, Fillyfooling and Colt-Cuddling Through the Ages, and The Herd Before the Fall: Sexual Politics in Imperial Roam.

"Look at all these," Apple Bloom said, "half of 'em are histories though, it'll take forever to get anything good from those."

"Check this out," Scootaloo dragged a mid-sized volume off the shelf in her mouth and put it on the reading table. The cover revealed it to be Intimate Spellcasting.

"Oh, good find," Apple Bloom said, "I bet this has that spell they were talking about last night!"

The three fillies and Spike clustered around the book. Sweetie was surprised Spike hadn't wandered off, but supposed he might be curious as well. They opened the book, and the first chapter seemed to be what they were looking for.

"Here we go," Apple Bloom said, "studding spells. Used to address a lack of stallions, yadda, yadda. Wow, there are a lot of these. 'Roaman variation', 'Prench variation'...Sweetie, I know you've been doing better at Twilight Time, can you do any of these?"

Sweetie looked closer at the spells, going over the motions and power levels required. "Maybe? I think the 'traditional Equestian variation' is the simplest. I could give it a try. But I already have my cutie mark, I'd have to cast it on one of you."

"I like being a filly," Apple Bloom said, "I don't think my cutie mark is gonna be in having one of these, it sounds icky."

"I like being a filly too!" Scootaloo glared at her. "But mounting one of you girls sounds hot. See if you can put it on me, Sweetie."

"Now?"

"Why not? We don't have to use it now, but it'd be nice to know if it works."

Sweetie shrugged and looked over the spell again. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, channeling mana into her horn as directed. She felt power flowing through her and into Scootaloo, who made a strange noise. She finished the spell and opened her eyes.

Scootaloo was sitting on her rump, legs spread, to let herself look down at her crotch. The spell seemed to have worked - Scootaloo had certainly gained something. Sweetie had never seen a stallion's equipment, save for the occasional glimpse on the street, and her eyes widened. Scootaloo's was black and mottled, less thick and long than one of her legs, but still impressive. The front and rear especially looked strange to Sweetie; she'd expected it to get gradually smaller until it reached a tip, like a branch, so the mostly flat tip surprised her, and the large balls hung lower and looked heavier than those she'd seen on stallions in the streets. She'd been slightly horny all morning, remembering the previous night and thinking about their future plans, but the sight of Scootaloo's new shaft had her dripping. She leaned in to examine it more closely. Scootaloo moaned.

"Sweetie," she said, "you're driving me crazy breathing on this thing like that."

"Is it that sensitive?"

"Not a lot more than my usual, but that spell made me as hot as I was when you were licking me last night," Scootaloo said.

"Of course it did," Spike said, "didn't you read the spell? The whole point is that you use the thing, it'd be a waste if you had to get it ready after casting it."

"I kinda skimmed it," Sweetie admitted. "You haven't gotten your mark yet AB, want to help Scoots out?"

Apple Bloom swallowed. "You can go first if you want," she said, "I dunno how I feel about having that big thing inside me. I'll do it next time."

Sweetie felt like she should argue, but looking at Scootaloo's eager face and ready penis was having a strong effect on her as well, and unlike Apple Bloom she had no doubt she wanted her friend inside her. She turned sideways, facing her rump towards Scootaloo, now in profile to Apple Bloom and Spike.

"You don't have to stay, Spike," she said, "I don't know if baby dragons are into this." She flicked her tail aside and heard Scootaloo's hooves approaching on the hard floor.

"Is it okay if I do? I've never actually seen this before," he said. "And I'm the same age as you!"

Sweetie thought about telling him to go, but decided against it. She'd known Spike long enough to not be bothered by his presence. Besides, she felt a bit bad about leaving Apple Bloom out, and figured Spike might chat with her. Then Scootaloo arrived right behind her.

"You sure you're ready?"

"Y-Yeah," Sweetie Belle was nearly dripping on the floor. "Go slow, though. Ms. Cheerilee said it hurts the first time sometimes, and going slow helps."

Scootaloo nodded, and then Sweetie felt her drape her forelegs across her shoulders. She lowered them, letting Scootaloo's hooves reach the floor, but inadvertently raising her rump and opening her sex. Scootaloo's shaft slid between her legs but below her fillyhood, pressing against her belly and teasing her nipples. She dripped on to it. Both ponies moaned. Scootaloo drew back, trying to line up her tip with Sweetie's entrance, but couldn't easily see what she was doing. Sweetie turned her head to get a clear view, then lit her horn and gently pressed Scootaloo's shaft higher. Scootaloo leaned forward, and the tip pressed against the entrance. She could feel how close her lover was to entering her virgin body, and her breath caught. She badly wanted to kiss Scootaloo, but couldn't figure out how to make it work.

"Apple Bloom," she said, "get over here and kiss us."

Apple Bloom didn't seem to need more encouragement, and hurried over to press her lips to Sweetie's. They shared a long and tender kiss, and Sweetie savored the feeling of Scootaloo slowly pushing into her. Then she felt a less pleasant tension, and her breath caught. Apple Bloom broke the kiss and looked concerned.

"You okay, Sweetie?" Scootaloo asked.

"Y-yeah, it hurts a little, like Ms. Cheerilee said, but I want to do it, keep going."

She looked at Apple Bloom and gesture upward towards Scootaloo with her eyes and head. Apple Bloom nodded and started kissing Scootaloo, pressing her breast close to Sweetie's muzzle as she did. Sweetie moaned into it and kissed it.

Scootaloo slid further, and the tension between Sweetie's legs built. She kept quiet, not wanting to turn Scootaloo off. Finally Scootaloo leaned in hard, and Sweetie felt a sharp, tearing pain. She let out a brief groan. Scootaloo immediately stopped, but already the pain was fading, and her muzzle parted slightly as she felt her friend's shaft inside her properly. Though only a few inches were in, her nerves were singing at the fullness, and as the pain left it was replaced with a strong desire to feel more inside her.

"You sure you're okay?" Scootaloo broke her kiss to ask.

"Yeah," Sweetie said, and moaned. "It hurt for a bit but it's better now. Oh Scoots, it feels great, keep going."

Scootaloo pressed forward eagerly, and Sweetie couldn't keep back the continuous moan as she felt herself parting for the warm shaft. Every moment she couldn't imagine feeling fuller, and then the next she did, as her friend plunged inside her body. She'd never imagined she could feel so close to another pony, but with Scootaloo's warm belly pressing against her back, and her organ sinking to the core of her, she barely felt like they were separate ponies at all.

"I love you girls so much," she moaned. Apple Bloom leaned down to kiss her again.

"I do too," Scootaloo moaned from above her as she finally bottomed out. Sweetie felt utterly full, and Scootaloo's heavy balls pressed against her sex, making her feel filled and plugged like a bottle. She wriggled her rump, enjoying feeling the long cock shift inside her as she did.

Forgotten by everypony, Spike let out a moan. All three fillies turned to look at him.

"Whoa, Spike, that's funky," Apple Bloom said, staring.

Sweetie agreed. Unlike Scootaloo's pony cock, two pinkish shafts had emerged from Spike's crotch, neither with balls. Both were shorter and less thick than Scootaloo's, though only a little, and were tapered rather than featuring the flat flared head. Despite her delightful fullness, the strange sight made Sweetie focus on it for a moment.

"How come you've got two?" Scootaloo panted, "and why are they out?"

"I dunno why I've got two," Spike said, "nopony knows enough about dragons. But lizards do too, so maybe because we're related? And they're out because watching you two rut is making me hot."

"I thought you were too young for that," Sweetie said.

"I'm still your age!"

Apple Bloom was staring at his two elegant shafts. "Those're smaller than pony ones," she said. "I reckon they don't look to scary. You, uh, wanna put one in me, Spike? To get me ready for Scoots?"

"Are you sure? She's your marefriend, right? I'm just a random dragon."

"Are not, you're my friend! Besides, my first time with Scoots'll be way better if I'm not scared. Don't do it if you don't want to, but if you do, I do."

Apple Bloom flicked her tail aside, and Spike went behind her to look. His shafts stiffened a little at the sight.

"Looking good, Bloom," he muttered, and she blushed. She pressed her lips to Sweetie's again as Spike walked up behind her. Scootaloo began, hesitantly, to move her hips above Sweetie, thrusting with her cock. Sweetie lost track again of what was happening with Spike, her mind swamped in the feeling of Apple Bloom's lips on hers and Scootaloo's shaft moving inside her. She moaned and pressed her rump back, feeling delightfully naughty. She'd never felt so wonderful, but unlike the night before, the rising tide of orgasm still seemed some way off.

Apple Bloom broke their kiss and grunted, much as she had; she suspected Spike was deflowering her friend. Curious, she lowered her head to look. Spike's upper shaft was indeed partway inside Apple Bloom. A small trickle of blood flowed down it, then stopped, and Sweetie realized she'd been right.

"Keep going," Apple Bloom said.

Spike obliged, plunging steadily inside her, and soon Sweetie could see none of the cock at all, just Spike's belly scales pressed up against Apple Bloom's black pussy lips and his lower cock nudging her belly. At that moment, Scootaloo plunged fully into her again. Realizing she was muzzle to muzzle with her friend (and now lover) Apple Bloom, but stuffed full of hot cock, made her shiver with excitement. She kissed Apple Bloom's foreleg, and watched as Spike began thrusting. She heard Bloom's deep moans from above her. Then Spike pulled back a bit too far, and his cock left her entirely. Both of his cocks sprang upward with his arousal, with the result that the lower was now poised at Apple Bloom's sex, while the upper was level with her pucker. Unaware, Spike leaned forward to enter again. Apple Bloom yelped at the unexpected pressure on her rear. Spike froze, looked down, and saw what had happened.

"Oh Gosh Bloom, I'm sorry! I didn't see they'd moved!"

"It's okay," she said, "I was just surprised. You're all wet from my other hole, and it feels interesting, go slow and see if you can get it in."

"R-really? Okay..."

Slowly Spike pressed forward again, and Sweetie felt Apple Bloom shiver as he sunk into both her openings. Finally he bottomed out, and began thrusting again.

Sweetie was already losing the thread. Watching Spike plunge in and out of Apple Bloom was hypnotic, and Scootaloo's thrusting was delightful. Dimly she remembered Cheerileee saying stallions rarely lasted long the first time, but she already felt as if Scootaloo had been rutting her forever, not that she minded. (If she'd read the spell, she'd have known the magic ensured insemination at the moment of the mare's orgasm.) Instead she slowly felt her pleasure growing with each thrust, and lost herself in the sensations.

Spike was not so lucky. Dimly Sweetie saw his legs twitch, and heard Apple Bloom let out a little eep of surprise. She noticed he wasn't thrusting anymore, instead pressed deeply inside his pony lover. Then he slid down to lie, panting, on the floor, and a trickle of fluid followed, making Sweetie realize what had happened. She gathered enough of herself to realized Apple Bloom hadn't finished.

"Turn around, AB," she moaned, "I'll finish you."

Apple Bloom didn't need to be told twice. She turned, bringing her winking sex to face Sweetie. It smelled delightfully musky, just as it had the night before, and a thin trickle of white fluid dripped from it. Sweetie licked it, recognizing Apple Bloom's taste mixed with something salty and earthy.

She found that pleasuring her friend only increased her own arousal. As Scootaloo pounded her, her moans mixed with Apple Bloom's and, as she had been when she'd earned her cutie mark, Sweetie was overwhelmed with the joy of knowing both of her friends were getting such pleasure from her body and work. Her knees felt weak, and she realized her own orgasm was fast approaching, but she was determined to bring Apple Bloom to hers first.

It was either a near thing, or Apple Bloom's orgasmic moans pushed her over the edge, because as soon as she felt the characteristic surge of fluids and powerful groan from Bloom, she felt her own pleasure break. She screamed into Apple Bloom's pussy and thrust her rump into Scootaloo's shaft, hilting her. Below her, Spike's eyes widened.

"Wait," he said, "didn't you read-"

She lost the rest as she came and, seconds later, Scootaloo did too. The cock flared out inside her, sealing her passage tight, and dimly she realized what that meant. Thank goodness mares can't get other mares pregnant, she thought dimly, and then the first rope of Scootaloo's seed splashed into her newly deflowered womb. Her knees buckled with pleasure and she fell to the floor, but Scootaloo fell with her, staying all the way inside her body as she pumped it full of blast after blast of sperm.

Sweetie felt the spurts taper off, and her own orgasm fading, but then she felt the pooled seed inside her, a reminder of Scootaloo's enthusiastic rutting, and she realized she'd be feeling it for hours, at least. At the thought, a second wave hit her, and she moaned and writhed against Scootaloo. Her magical cock answered, and more heavy surges of cum flooded into her young body.

"Oh wow," she panted as the magical organ, spent, vanished. "Scoots, you sure deserve a cutie mark in that, you were incredible." A little seed trickled from between her legs, but she could feel most of it trapped inside her body. She didn't think she'd stop being horny until it faded, and shivered with the afterglow. She went to kiss Scootaloo, but found the other pony staring at her flank and grinning.

"You're right, Sweetie," she said. Sweetie followed her gaze and saw a mark like hers, except that behind the crusader outline was not a heart, but a scepter.

"Could be worse," she said, "could have been an actual penis."

Scootaloo laughed. "Yeah, this rules, it makes me look like royalty or something!"

"Sweetie Belle! Why are you so calm? You didn't read the spell, did you?" Spike seemed to have recovered, and was glaring at her.

"I skimmed it. What's the big deal?"

"What's the big deal? Scootaloo just put her sperm inside you! You could be pregnant!"

"What do you mean? Mares can't get mares pregnant."

"That's the whole point of the spell! They can't because they don't have penises! But you just gave Scootaloo one. It's a spell made to let mares have foals with other mares!"

"Wait, does that mean I might be pregnant?" Apple Bloom said. "You put your stuff in me!"

"We're different species, we can't have foals. That'd just be weird."

"Buck," Sweetie said. "I guess I should have read the whole spell. Girls, what are we gonna do?"

Scootaloo was lying on the floor, eyes wide, but said nothing.

"Twilight seems like she uses the spell all the time, but she's not pregnant," Apple Bloom said, "we could ask her."

"But then we'd have to admit we fibbed to Rarity," Sweetie said.

"You'd rather have a foal?"

Unseen, Spike had gone over to the bookshelves. Now he returned with a large volume titled Potions of the Bedchamber.

"Twilight uses a potion," he said. "She didn't tell me exactly what it was for, but she had me help her brew it. This one is a prophylactic - you take it before you have sex - but maybe there's one for after?"

They hunted desperately through the book, and found an appropriate potion.

"Thank Celestia," Apple Bloom said, "this looks like something I can make. Let's read the whole thing firs, though, and make sure it won't do anything nasty to us."

They did, but the only listed side effect was potential nausea for a few hours.

"Okay, we'll be okay, if I can pull this potion off. Spike, can we use the lab here?"

Spike nodded, and led them to the lab, where Apple Bloom rushed around, throwing ingredients in the pot. Then, with apologies, he left, saying he had to do chores before Twilight came back.

Sweetie and Scootaloo kept looking at each other, alternately frowning and grinning. While they agreed they didn't want a foal, every time she felt Scootaloo's seed inside her, Sweetie couldn't help but grin at the naughty feeling. She hoped Apple Bloom would be able to make the other potion as well, because she didn't want to have to stop.

Finally Apple Bloom relaxed. A thin green smoke was issuing from the cauldron.

"The book says that means it's gonna be right," she said. "We should be in the clear, it'll just take an hour to finish brewing, but I can leave it alone for that."

"Good job, Bloom," Sweetie said. "I can't believe I didn't read that stupid spell. Still, that felt great. I'm glad we did it. I can still feel all that stuff inside me, it's awesome."

"The spell must have made a bunch," Apple Bloom said, "Spike didn't give me enough to feel."

Scootaloo and Sweetie looked at each other and grinned.

"You're making plenty of the potion, right?" Scootaloo said. "We could have sex while we wait."

Apple Bloom stared at her, swallowed, then grinned.

"Well, since we know the potion's gonna work, why not? Can you do the spell again, Sweetie?"

She did, and Apple Bloom lay on her back while Scootaloo rutted her, letting Sweetie settle her own pussy over her face. Apple Bloom licked her while she kissed Scootaloo. They went fast, aroused by their near miss and by being in the lab where they normally had their Twilight Time lessons. But thanks to the magic, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom brought each other off, and Apple Bloom managed to keep enough focus even while Scootaloo was pumping her full of cum to finish Sweetie off. Afterwards, they collapsed against each other and cuddled while the potion finished brewing.

"Hey, look," Scootaloo said as Apple Bloom rose to get the finished potion. Sweetie turned, and saw the Crusader pony on Apple Bloom's flank, superimposed over a potion.

She grinned. After all that time looking for their cutie marks, she'd expected to leap for the roof when all three of them got their marks. But after a night and day of rutting, and the discovery of how much more her friends could be to her, she mostly just felt...right.

"Well, I guess we're the Cutie Mark Crusaded now, girls," she said. "What now?"

Scootaloo shrugged. "We've got these bits from Rarity. How about a date to celebrate?"

"Sounds great," Scootaloo said, and kissed her. Then they drank the potion, and started planning a date.