AppleBloomers

Sweetie Belle sat up in her soft bed and proceeded to squish her cheeks in with both her hooves. That colt yesterday was not a dream! She giggled, and with a yawn she hopped out of her covers to start a new day. She noticed with relief that the smell was non-existent and her head was clear. Maybe the Cutie Mark Crusaders didn't need to save the town after all!

“Sweetie Belle, are you awake? Don’t be late for school!” She heard her mother’s nasally voice from downstairs and made her way down to the kitchen. Her father sat reading the paper while her mother fixed her a meal. Everything seemed to be back to normal, although she caught a few words about the scent on the newspaper headline.

"Heyo Sweetie," her dad greeted with delight, "G'mornin'!"

"G'morning, dad!"

"Remind me again why you were late to dinner last night."

Sweetie Belle's heart skipped as her own father reminded her of yesterday, not knowing that that would spark memories of her time with Sun Drop. When she returned to her home the night before, her parents were very mad with her for missing dinner, and she was sent right to bed after she ate.

"Oh, I- I was... with the Crusaders on an adventure in the fields!" she cracked out a half-truth and nibbled on a piece of toast.

Sweetie's mom walked over and placed a bowl of cereal in front of the filly, "Well, the next time you and the girls need to save Equestria, don't forget to be home at a reasonable hour."

"Yes, mom," she grinned, nervously.

"Especially with this strange thing that's been happening this week. Maybe it's over now, but you know your father and I have been worried about you being alone, wandering the streets."

Sweetie nodded, and said, "I know, mom. I'm sorry. Next time I'll tell you what we're doing, 'kay?"

With all that out of the way, Sweetie rushed through her bowl of oats and soon she was off for school. Her mind dwelled on whispering to Apple Bloom and Scootaloo how yesterday went. She went off into the crisp, clear morning in bliss, quite thankful that everypony was really back to normal. They set up their carts, tended their gardens and farms, and rushed by on their ways to their various jobs. She passed them all on her way to the quiet corner of town where stood Ponyville Elementary. Her classmates gradually trickled into the schoolhouse before the bell rang at eight o’clock.

“Hey Sweetie Belle!” Apple Bloom trotted up to her followed by Scootaloo, both sporting a knowing grin, “So, how’d it go, yesterday?” Apple Bloom asked.

Caught up in her elated state, Sweetie could not keep herself from breaking into a goofy smile, “You. Have. No. Idea!” The crusaders giggled together.

“Yer gonna have to tell us all about it after school!” Bloom said as they turned to enter the schoolhouse.

Cheerilee sat at the front of the classroom in preparation for her lessons. Sweetie Belle, stealing a long glance at her teacher in between chats, couldn’t shake a feeling of doubt that radiated from her elder, despite her smiling face. It was as if behind her clean mane, her eyes had the slightest droop to them. Perhaps it was only weariness from the last few days, but every so often, as her happy eyes shifted between papers, Sweetie was unnerved by a twitch in the mare's eye.

Class started out with a lesson in grammar and punctuation. As the day grew long, however, the teacher’s speech degraded into long pauses between points, and the rare stutter. Everypony became uncomfortable. Concentration was failing the students. The cerise pony continued through her lesson plan as best she could, but soon enough, an involuntarily rub between her hind legs proved to be the last straw.

The class had collective déjà vuas they watched Cheerilee carefully walk to her desk, “Class,” she addressed, her voice weary, yet frustrated, “It seems… I am still not over my illness after all. I'm sorry, you’re all dismissed.”

The children packed up and departed. They conversed amongst themselves in a conspiratorial hush. One pony, a skinny pegasus colt, walked up to poor Cheerilee with a note in his mouth. He deposited the note on his teacher’s desk and turned away with a visible blush on his face. A light-green colt and rosey unicorn filly ran off together in wild abandon. Everypony went into their own cliques and groups, some in duos and trios, with their own purposes for the day. One trio emerged very clear in their purpose, as evident by the way they felt their heads swim through the thick, musky odor they had supposed had been cleared out.

“Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom said firmly, “Git the wagon.”

In due time, the three girls were cruising down the road leading south out of Ponyville, snouts swimming in the breeze of the pungent air and ejecting a plume of dust behind them. Apple Bloom sat with Sweetie Belle holding fast to her middle, while Scootaloo pulled. Soon enough, they passed by the point where they turned around the previous day.

“You just can’t imagine how a colt feels,” Apple Bloom jumped when her wagon-mate suddenly nuzzled up to her ear, the redhead girl fidgeting from the wandering hooves of her cotton-candy-mane friend.

The farmgirl turned her head in suspicion and found Sweetie’s soft expression gazing blankly at the passing trees, “Sweetie Belle, darlin’, you okay?”

The ivory filly wiggled her hips and bit her lips as she was pulled out of her daydream, glancing quickly at Apple Bloom, “Huh? Oh gosh,” Sweetie shut her eyes and tears gushed from the corners. She moaned long.

Apple Bloom shivered as she felt a drop spill around her tail. She decided that she would tend to her friend, “y-Ya can do whatever y-y’all want to me,” she said, humming. She felt Sweetie grind her wet lower lips around the root of her tail.

Sweetie Belle’s body was burning up against Apple Bloom’s back, and those thrusts against her tail aroused her. She pulled her tail away suddenly, causing Sweetie to yelp, and she turned face-to-face in order to put their sexes together. Their stubby hooves latched on to each other and their moans rode with the wind. They became so loud that their moans trailed through the air, all the way into Scootaloo’s ears.

“Oh COME ON!” Scootaloo shouted as she jerked her head around. She pulled the wagon over. In a few motions, she had her gear stripped off and had cantered to the rear of the wagon. She could feel her wings were a bit stiff from exertion, so she was actually thankful for the break.

With her unicorn friend sitting at the end of the wagon, it dawned on her that this would be the perfect opportunity for one of her ideas. She unlatched Sweetie from the lusty girls’ embrace and draped her head over the wagon, letting Apple Bloom keep their squirming hips entwined. Lining up the unicorn horn parallel with the ground, Scootaloo turned her taut, athletic haunches toward it and gingerly scooted backward.

She whimpered cutely, and Sweetie gasped, when Scoots's slender lips touched Sweetie's horn. Scootaloo wiggled her plot up and down against the tip, brushing her lips on it and shuddering. Then she felt Sweetie responding, and she pushed back even more! The spiraled magical focus spread her lips out deliciously, “Sweetie! Sweeetie Belle!” Scootaloo moaned hot and eager as she pushed the stubby horn further inside her hole, “Nnnnnngh!”

The wagon girls both reacted to Scootaloo, but mostly Sweetie. The pegasus leveraged her hind legs and she started moving. Her walls and entrance clenched around the hard horn. The fillies’ voices sang out a cacophony of steamy, squealing, girly moans as Scootaloo pushed them together in synchronization.

Sweetie Belle’s sweat-glistened body squirmed and wiggled while her she strained her neck into thrusting back, her pastel curls bouncing to and fro. Her muscles ached as she urged them harder, faster. She was about to explode! She coiled her body up and sprung it out in her urgent need for release. She felt her stomach and head tighten in an unbelievable pleasure!

Lost in her motions, Sweetie Belle flopped about the wagon, mashing her plump fillyparts against her friend's fillyparts, and pressing as hard as she could into Scootaloo’s splashing, gripping hole, “OH GODS! OH MY GODS!” Her young voice rang, and gripped the sides of the wagon. Her whole body arched as her climax slammed, “Nng! AAAAhhhhhhh!”

Apple Bloom’s nethers burned and slid against Sweetie's nethers. Her lips rubbed, mashed, and rolled with her friend’s, and the friction was beginning to send her over the edge,too! “Aaaaah! Ah cain’t hold it no more!” the girl curled her body up and slammed her plump sex again and again into Sweetie’s quivering, splashing mound. She panted and thrust, mane flying about her face as she rode her body to orgasm. Her sweet, Sweet Apple Acres voice rang out, “NNG! HAAAAaaaaah!”

Scootaloo groaned in heat as her body's fires had been stoked at the same pace. She was spurred on by the tingly feeling of magical unicorn horn ejaculate inside her. She felt the sun warming her back as the horn pierced deeply into that private place, splitting her folds delightfully, “NNNNg! Ah-- FUUUUCK!” she shouted and shouted, “HAAAAAAH! AAAAAAHHHHHnnnnh!” Scootaloo dug the horn as deep as it would go, plumping her ass flush against Sweetie Belle's head. Her fillyhood twitched against the whole length of horn again and again. She shuddered as she felt her filly juices gush out and trickle down her rear legs. Her spasms made her shudder further against that ridged horn tickling her walls. Finally, her wings fluttered, and then drooped as her climax drained away.

Dazed, Scootaloo guided her shaky body to the side of the road and flopped it down on the grass as she caught her breath. Apple Bloom had collapsed onto Sweetie Belle, their sweaty coats mingling with each other. For a time there was only the sounds of young breathing ponies and the rustle of wind through the foliage.

Scootaloo groaned at the thought of getting back on her scooter, but after a bit of rest, and fewer distractions, she finally heaved herself back up, dusting herself off. The sun beat down, high in the air, as the three crusaders barreled into the headwind, filly passengers contented to snuggle close.

It was hours before anything else happened, during which Apple Bloom sat up to comfort Sweetie Belle. The poor unicorn had curled up in the agony of her induced heat. The farmgirl could make out pathetic little strings of words in her delirium.

"Penis.......Sun-drop......fill... me......please......fill me!..."

Apple Bloom stroked a hoof along Sweetie’s mane comfortingly, “Doncha worry none, Sweetie, we can fix this.”

Over time, the Everfree was reduced to a thin line of trees in the distance, and rolling grassland filled the landscape, dotted by the odd patch of oak trees. Scootaloo perked up as she graced over a hill, spotting a cottage far to the left of the road.

“Hey... HEY!” Scootaloo shouted, “I see something!” Indeed, as Apple Bloom squinted her eyes she saw the building.

“Looks like some kinda plantation!” Apple Bloom estimated, by the looks of the brightly colored fields. Scootaloo zoomed ahead, wings burning from extended use. She turned on to a side road leading towards the farmhouse. She moaned as she took a whiff of the air, “Oooooh, it’s so strong here!” her eyes glazed over, though fought through it and stayed her course.

Apple Bloom studied the stock growing in the fields. All the plants were of a deep red in hue, deeper than roses even, and they reeked of the strong scent that was causing ponies all over Ponyville to lift their tails. The young girl caught herself, almost collapsing forward onto her face as her rear legs reacted of their own accord, her tail whisking to the side.

“Ugh, girls. I think this is the place,” She grunted.

They arrived at the farmhouse, a sweet little thatch-roofed house with a tool-shed on the side and food garden on the other. On approach, they saw an old pony in a straw hat tending the garden who heard their wagon and stopped to look up from his work. The aged stallion dropped his hoe and trotted up to meet the young trio.

“Well weeeeell! Lookee what we have here!” He croaked, utterly dumbfounded by the unexpected guests, “Buncha trouble-makin’ fillies wayo out in the prairie far from town!”

“Please sir,” Scootaloo started, “It’s urgent!”

“Dern straight it’s urgent,” the grey-maned male interrupted, “not been years since we had guests, and longer still since it were pretty little fillies like yerselves,” he cleared his throat and called into the house, “Sugar, come ’n’ meet our guests!”

A round, faded-pink mare, as old as the stallion, trotted down the steps of the house, smiling warmly as she saw the three fillies, whom had since got out of their wagon and stood apart from it.

“Ooh!” Sugar swooned, “Such a cute bunch of bloomin’ flowers! Y’all are so precious!”

The stallion swung his hoof around the mare grinning at the party, “This‘ere is my wife Sugar Cane, and I’m Hoe Down. Why don’t all y’all come inside out of the sun and have some water?”

A clearly exhausted Scootaloo was the first to follow, “Oh, you have no idea how good that sounds right now,” Apple Bloom tended to a tense Sweetie Belle as they followed the others into the homely farmhouse.

The old, quaint house reminded Apple Bloom of her own home, though only one story compared to the two of hers. There was a little sitting area, a corner for the kitchen, a table for eating, and a hall which led off to the rooms. Framed old photographs were placed or hung about the sitting room like patchwork, showing single ponies and families in portraits. Trinkets and mementos lined shelves, and there even hung a cuckoo clock, which chimed the hour as the five ponies entered.

With an exchange of names, the group sat down for conversation. The couple were earth pony farmers, long of life, and happily retired with a brand new plantation of flowers. As the crusaders sipped from glasses of water, the elders reminisced about their lives, offspring, and retirement, often correcting one another. They had seemed to lose themselves to it after a while.

Scootaloo was growing impatient, often not caring for the tired old stories of old ponies, “Excuse me, sorry, but we really have to discuss more, uh... important things,” she said, trying to come up with the appropriate words.

Hoe Down flashed an annoyed look her way, “Well, I … what seems to be the problem little filly?”

Apple Bloom looked at both elders and cleared her throat some, “Ya see,” she touched her chin as she pieced it together, “Ponyville’s been in a kind of rut lately--”

“Rut!” Sweetie Belle blurted out to everypony’s surprise. There was a pause, and Apple Bloom filled her lungs with air, continuing.

“Ya see, we’ve been having these problems and it’s makin’ everypony messed up so much that nothin’ gets done and it’s all because of this smell in the air which we tracked to here and we have to do something fast before -- before...!”

“Where did you get those flowers?” Scootaloo interrupted, on point.

Sugar’s face lit up, “Oh those lovely red flowers? Aren’t they gorgeous? I was wanderin’ near Everfree one day a few seasons ago,” the yellow-maned pony sighed in her memories.

Hoe Down picked it up, “Anyway, she come back with this beautiful bouquet of them flowers and we just had to cutlt’vate ‘em. We even planted them on the whole farm! After breeding enough seeds o’ course.”

“The Everfree!?” Apple Bloom shouted in alarm, “But why? Why did you plant a huge field of them?”

“Oh because of their scent, dear, it’s just so magical how they remind us of older, simpler times,” explained Sugar.

Hoe Down nodded in agreement, chuckling and nuzzling his wife, “Much more romantic times, dear. And yes, we cain’t git enough of that smell!” His smile broadened, “‘n fact, that there yield is just our first crop we plan on sellin’!”

“Sellin’?!” Apple Bloom repeated.

“Yes, that's right!” affirmed Sugar, “and how can a couple old farmin’ ponies not see the rich bounty in sellin’ such a unique crop to the highest bidders! We don't wanna stay cooped up, old and decrepit, when we could retire to a mansion or a penthouse somewheres sippin’ a nice lemonade, havin' our needs be tended to.”

The crusaders couldn't believe what they were hearing.

“No ma’am, we're gonna sell ‘em. Perhaps somepony would like to make a potpourri or potion and sell it to old folk like us. Give ‘em a little boost o’ romance,” Hoe Down nodded, then said seriously, “And I don't think any of which concerns sweet li’l belles like yerselves. This is grown-up pony business, and y’all have a few more years yet before ya need to know about it.”

The girls wiggled in their seats with guilt. A tired peep of rebellion sounded from Sweetie Belle as the young filly squirmed non-stop, tormented by the scent.

Hoe Down looked hard at the little unicorn, shifting in his place on his seat, “Young-un, you’ve plumb said nothin’ this entar conversation, somethin’ wrong with ya?”

Sweetie looked up from her slouch to meet his gaze. She forced her lips into a smile, “n-No.. sir...”

Apple Bloom would have been kidding herself if Sweetie didn’t just remind her of Fluttershy if the mare was the same age. She butted in, “Oh Sweetie Belle. She’s just a tad under the weather, so to speak, sir,” she would have admitted so about herself, though it wasn't quite as bad as poor Sweetie Belle.

Hoe Down peered sympathetically at the filly, “Aww, well, ‘tain’t no good to have a vuln’rable young filly wanderin’ so far from home. And that go for all ya fillies.”

“Dear,” Sugar placed a hoof on her husband’s, “They can stay in the spare room for the night, the poor thang looks like shec’d melt away. Why don’t ya three stay for dinner and leave in the morning, it’d do li’l Belle some good.”

Scootaloo's heart skipped a beat, suspecting the other crusaders might actually be tempted by this, “No! I mean, thank you very much for the offer, but we should really get back to our own places by today!” the orange filly said quickly and remembered how tortured Sweetie Belle had become, “Also, we’re reeeeeally going to need you to destroy all those flowers, cuz, well, everyone in town is screwing each other and--”

“Destroy all-?” Hoe Down shouted, rearing up in recoil at the sudden words, “Y’all come out of nowhere and make such demands? A few strangers who cain't know what they're talkin' about!”

Sweetie Belle gasped at both Scootaloo and the angry stallion. Scootaloo doubled down!

"Yes! Why the fuck do you think Sweetie Belle's doing so bad in the first place?! You have to destroy those flowers!"

"Excuse me, filly?!"

Apple Bloom, in despair, shouted down her friend, “Scootaloo hold up! I’m sorry, sir, please just hear us out? Please? It’s important!” the pink-ribbon girl gazed up at Hoe over the bridge of her nose and puppy-dog-eyed the proud stallion into submission. Hoe Down angrily sat back down.

“Fine.”

“Sir, ma’am, please understand, if this scent keeps blowin’ over Ponyville, ponies will have to leave it and go somewhere else!”

“Really?” Sugar retorted defensively, “And just because there’s a spike in the season? I for one cain’t believe a little field of flowers could cause such a ruckus. If’n I didn’t know any better, you’re just a bunch o’ delinquent little fillies with strange imaginations. If'n I knew your parents, I'd be havin' a word with 'em.”

“Yeh,” Hoe Down nodded, swishing his tail in agitation, “Y’all simply cain’t decide fer us what we do with our land, and I sure’n hell ain’t takin’ no such demands from no foul-mouthed, disrespectin' filly. So, unless you kids come back here with somepony of authority, we ain’t doin’ nothin’ to our land and nothin’ to our fav’rit new crop.”

With those final few words, Apple Bloom lost all hope of persuasion with the folk. She cast her head down in dismay and inwardly cursed Scootaloo’s big mouth. She dropped off her seat to her hooves and walked herself to the door, “C’mon girls, we best start headin’ back.”

Scootaloo glanced back at the two upset elders, annoyed, then joined her friends to the door. She felt angry with herself, the two stubborn oldies, and how it felt like they’d gotten nothing done.

“Y’all best hurry before supper time,” Sugar Cane called after them with a softened tone, “Don’t be out at night.”

Three fillies pushed out into the warm afternoon air, depressed in their failure. Sweetie Belle choked out pitiful sobs. Scootaloo lifted her rump high in the air, stretching her hams and wings in preparation for the ride. She was eager to let the road steal away her worries.

Apple Bloom cast down her gaze, and she thought.

Apple Bloom thought the whole way back. In conclusion, she decided, the whole thing went sour when Scootaloo decided to let her mouth speak before her brain! The farm-pony mulled her bitterness around in her head, staring the pegasus in the back despite the strong winds against her eyes.

With the shadows stretching far and a unicorn clinging to Apple Bloom’s back, the three crusaders cruised into Ponyville and winced at what they saw. The streets were barren. The wagon stuck out like a sore thumb. It reminded Apple Bloom of the times when Zecora was still unwelcome. They cruised down the way, passing empty restaurants, empty stalls. No living creature was in sight.

Sweetie Belle wept into her friend’s back at the dead town, realizing where Scootaloo's direction was taking them. When they arrived, Sweetie squeezed Apple Bloom as if to anchoe herself down.

“I...I... I don’t want to go home, I wanna s-stay here with y-you guys,” the girl sobbed into yellow fur. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo exchanged tired glances and smiled.

“C’mon Sweetie Belle, it’s going to be okay,” Scootaloo encouraged, “We’ll just go back tomorrow with an adult or two and finally end this!”

“Don’t worry, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom soothed, “Don’t you wanna be with your parents at home?”

Sweetie caressed Bloom’s side and chest, sniffling, “I-I guess so,” she mumbled releasing her grip on her friend, she was pretty hungry after all, “I just... don’t want to leave you...” she trailed her voice off into sad little sniffles.

“Sweetie Belle,” Apple Bloom spoke firmly with a smirk, pulling Sweetie’s head to face her, “I promise tomorrow, we will meet back at the clubhouse at sun-up, no exemptions.”

Sweetie Belle gazed back into those big orange eyes, smiling at word choice. She cracked a chuckle and hugged Bloom tightly before letting go, eyes damp, “Okay, Apple Bloom. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she slid off the wagon onto her hooves and walked to Scootaloo, “You're right, Scoots, we’ll do it tomorrow! Together!”

“That’s right,” Scoots smiled, patting the unicorn’s back, “‘Cuz we’re the crusaders! And even if we aren’t trying to get our cutie marks, we can still do something to save Ponyville!”

Sweetie grinned at her comrade in renewed enthusiasm, then she nuzzled into her lovingly. Scootaloo nuzzled back and embraced. Then, Sweetie waved them both goodbye before turning toward her house, looking forward to a rest from all of this turmoil.

Scoots and Bloom hopped back in the wagon and sped off in the direction of Sweet Apple Acres. Like earlier in the week, every so often they passed a house that sounded exceptionally loud with heated cries of sex. It struck Apple Bloom in the gut how quickly her world had transformed, especially her understanding of sexuality. She guessed this was not the most normal way for a young filly or colt to find out about the workings of such things, perhaps even the least normal. Nevertheless, because of a couple of foolish old ponies, hers and several other kids’ introduction to it was quite sudden. As she pondered the implications, she noticed her hoof feeling wet. She blushed at herself as she realized she was hoofing absent-mindedly, her hoof edge rolling and dipping against her young folds, teasing her outer lips. Just in curiosity, she tasted herself. Her sweet honey licked away onto her tongue, and she smacked her lips together with the fluid’s smooth texture. It was a mostly neutral flavor, with a tiny hint of salty, crisp apple. She grinned as she gave herself a little inward cheer.

Apple Bloom saw that they had arrived, and as Scootaloo stopped, she planted her hooves on solid ground. The rose-maned schoolfilly gave her friend a goodbye hug, and turned for the farmhouse.

Scootaloo watched her go for a few seconds, then shouted, “Apple Bloom, wait!” Bloom turned her head to see Scoots hanging her head in guilt, “Sorry... about how I made the old ponies mad. That was totally uncool of me.”

Apple Bloom trotted up to her and gave her another, tighter hug, “It’s okay, Scootaloo, we’re all really uptight lately and it just came out, right?” turned and faced her friend directly, “We need our strength for tomorrow, so ya gotta get back home to rest. T’morrow the Cutie Mark Crusaders will sort out this crisis,” her ribbon bobbed as she nodded her head in conviction, “Ain’t no silly old folk gonna ruin it for all o’ Ponyville!”

Scootaloo smirked back, soaking up her friend’s confidence, “You’re right, Apple Bloom, we’ll do something about those flowers, but right now, I’m pretty hungry and tired so I’m gonna hit the hay, mkay?”

Apple Bloom smiled, then noticed something tucked into the crook of Scootaloo’s ear. She looked closer to find that Scoots had plucked one of the flowers from Hoe Down’s field, “Is that what I think it is?”

Scootaloo blushed and nodded, “I grabbed it on the way. I thought we could get some help tomorrow if we showed it to somepony.”

“Hey that’s a great idea! Good thinkin’, Scoots! This is just the kind of evidence we can use to convince an adult to come with us. Think we should find the mayor?”

“Nah, not right now, I’m way too pooped to go anywhere.”

“Ah o' course. I was meanin’ tomorrow, anyway. See ya tomorrow morning at the clubhouse?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there! See you then, A.B.!”

The two fillies embraced again in farewell. Scootaloo hopped on her scooter and zoomed off, wings quite sore in all of their use. Questions about everything distracted her: Were they really prepared for this mission? Were her wings up to the job of flying that cargo so many miles again? How are ponies in town even operating without needing to get fucked every few hours?

I wonder if Twilight Sparkle still has that plant of hers? Scootaloo shook her head with a blush, realizing how much she wanted that plant monster inside her again, if only for it being not so big and monstrous as before. The way those vines and knots rubbed around against her inner walls was amazing, and it even made her wet just to think about it. She squeezed her thighs together and narrowed her eyes, bothered by the thought that she might never get to feel that again. Maybe it was just the flower on her ear talking to her. She really wasn’t too excited about having a real stallion, though. She had seen some of them during the week, and she couldn’t imagine how something so huge could possibly feel very good. The filly shuddered as she briefly thought she might just fuck young colts instead. That was probably not the best option. It didn’t matter, though, she knew she had much more growing to do. She would just keep scooting along until that problem came up again.

Speaking of problems, some idiot had just jumped right out into the road from out of some bushes! There was no time to react, only time enough to watch in panic as she careened into the poor pony!

There was a crash and tumble of bodies. Scootaloo and her victim fell to the ground with dust flying up and shouts of alarm. With a groan, Scoots pulled herself together and noticed she hadn’t ended up in the dirt, but sprawled chest to chest on somepony’s body. She lifted her head to looked up into the blue eyes of a brown furred, curly-maned Earth Pony, who looked back in embarrassment.

In a second, his expression turned sour, “Filly,” his voice matched his skinny build, “you should really look more careful where you’re riding.”

Scootaloo sprang to her feet off of the blue jacketed young stallion, “ME?! YOU’RE the one who jumped right into my way!”

He pushed himself upright and straightened his attire, “Oh, yeah right! I know, you were trying to run into me, weren’t you?”

“What?!” Scoots shrieked, “I was not trying to hit you, I barely even had time to see you!” she stomped at the ground, glaring at what looked like a mail-pony, “What is your problem?”

“What’s my problem? What’s this town’s problem?” He motioned in the general direction of Ponyville, “There’s practically nopony around and there’s this gross stench in the air making me dizzy.”

Scootaloo’s face softened as she thought she ought to trying being more patient. After all, this colt was not from around, “Well, the smell came from some flowers a bit south,” she tried to explain, but she was distracted. The stallion was looking over her body. Scootaloo faultered, but continued, “...and me and my friends went there to figure it out. But those ponies there were so stupid... What are you doing?” she twisted around, away from the nose that had leaned in and poked her blank flank as she was speaking.

He looked back at her dumb-faced. He shook his head violently. Then a strange sequence of expressions flashed across his face, “I- I,” he quietly stammered, whimpering softly while he stepped toward her, “... can’t...I don't...”

Scoots stepped back cautiously, head cocked at the strange behavior, “What’s wrong? Is it the smell?” She admitted she felt moist in the back, especially lugging around this one flower for so long, heavy as it was with its scent. It occurred to her thaf she didn’t know what the smell actually did to colts. She glanced at his undercarriage and she could just make out his package snaking its way down out of its sheath. Her heart did a backflip, “Stop! Stop! Don’t come any closer! I’m warning you!” But looking at the glazed look in his eyes, Scootaloo may as well had been shouting at a brick wall! Something’s wrong with him! Scootaloo backed away. Run! I should run! I gotta get away!

Her panicked wail rang out as she turned to flee. She felt hot tears spring from her eyes. In the light of dusk, the little pegasus screamed as she understood what she was running from. Hearing the gallop of a crazed stallion behind her, she pressed on harder, using her little wings for additional thrust. Her breaths of terror and exhaustion came ragged as she sprinted on pure adrenaline. She chanced a look over her shoulder and screamed again as she saw him closing in on her.

He pounced!

The ground raced up to force the air out of the Scootaloo's lungs. She couldn’t scream as the mad pony forced her up onto her rear hooves. She couldn’t do anything to keep her body from reacting as he hovered above her plot, his male undercarriage tickling her lower back, causing her back legs to spring up and tail to shift aside.

She tried again and again to suck in air, making horrible heaving gasps. She jerked from the sensation of a foreign object brushing up against her plot. She mouthed in futility, “No!” The stallion pressed his warm, blunt tip against her entrance, the young folds straining. Scootaloo grit her teeth as tears flowed freely down her face, Please no! No! Celestia, Luna, please not this! No! No! No! It’s wrong! It’s wrong! Pleeeeeeease!

Splitting! Scootaloo forced in a full breath. She let it out as a scream! Her insides tore with the friction and girth of the nearly-dry penis forcing inside, with forehooves to hold her in place and a snout in her hair blowing hot breath into her mane. It was all she could do to grunt and choke in pain. The colt plunged deep until he hit her cervix, then brought himself back. He didn’t stop this motion. He couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop! He continued to get faster and more furious as the filly’s hole tried to lubricate him.

Scootaloo’s mind was blank. In front of her, the crimson flower lay inches from her snout. It was the only thing in her world, along with the intruder inside her, pummeling her womb, breaking her body. In time, though, the more she breathed the more the pain dulled.

By the time the stallion was moving like a piston, Scootaloo’s vagina was burning and numb. It took all of her strength just to maintain the involuntary reaction in her hind legs. The stallion poured his own strength into his thrusting, emitting ragged breaths of animal pleasure. His mature size barely made half-staff into the little filly. He sped up to an urgent pace, grunting, whining, and panting as he slammed the little gushing hole, its juices attempting to ease the process. He thrusted three final times, ragged moans with each, and his tip flared wide as it shot heavy, lengthy spurts of semen into the filly.

Scootaloo screamed for the world as the flaring tip and gushing fluid split her insides even wider!

I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die! Celestia goddess, I’m gonna die!

She wept from every orifice. She bit her tongue. From underneath all the adrenaline, the force, the suddenness, the fear, something deep inside the terrorized young filly’s mind had just snapped. She wailed as she felt the phallus throb and twitch inside her body. Scootaloo shuddered as she felt weak and her vision blurry.

It was then that Scootaloo heard a scream of terror come from above, quite without cause! Then a second fearful scream came. It was a pair of sounds like somepony had awoken from a nightmare, only to find that the nightmare was real! She soon felt a stream of warm droplets across her mane and back.

Then, the invader violently tugged backward! She grunted and groaned in pain as the thing tried to come free from her as soon as possible, then she screamed as the flared tip forced along her vaginal walls and popped out.

Scootaloo slumped over and curled up. As she lay there, her vision fading, she was aware of the sound of hoof-beats fading into the distance. Soon, her shallow breaths lengthened, and her eyelids drooped down, low.

The flower!

Scootaloo, oh Sweet Celestia, Scootaloo, wake up! Scootaloo!

Scootaloo knew that voice. She was instantly comforted.

“Rainb … Dash?” Someone said.

“s-Scootaloo! Oh g-g-goddess!” the filly felt her mane being caressed, comforting her even more. Warmth returned to her body, and she found that she was resting in her idol’s embrace, the sky-blue pegasus, Rainbow Dash, carrying on in a voice shrill with dread. Scoots rolled her face into the fur to choke out her misery, fresh tears squeezing forth from the girl’s burning eyes. Her body trembled. Her mind vibrated with...something. Was it fear? Disgust? Relief? Pain? There was more than just relief...she felt… She couldn’t describe it. It couldn't be like the feeling of falling, something like riding a rollercoaster. Did she feel satisfied? She shouldn't feel that! It was the damn flower! She didn't want to think anymore, and holding onto Rainbow Dash felt so right.

Rainbow sobbed. She let this happen on her watch! Why couldn’t she save her? Her little Scootaloo! Her tears dropped onto the young filly’s mane. They were both paralyzed in grief, Rainbow rocking her package back and forth. At least I could have gotten the bastard!

“Gods fucking dammit!” She swore, tightly holding Scootaloo’s mane, “I’m so sorry, Scoots.”

They sat hugging for an eternity. When she was ready, Rainbow Dash cradled Scootaloo under her body and took off toward her cloud home.

Wind washed magically over the little filly, washing cool air through her mane and coat. Scoots allowed herself a heavy sigh in relief, happy to be held in her favorite pony’s hooves.

“Rainbow Dash...”

“Don’t worry, kid, I’ll have you at my house and freshened up in no time.”

Quicker than time itself, Dash arrived at her beautiful cloud house and ran the shower, sky darkening as time went on. She sat the pegasus filly on her cloud sofa and patted her head and back comfortingly, “Scootaloo... I know you don’t want to talk about it, but can you tell me about your, uh, attacker?”

Scootaloo sniffed and twitched at the word, “um...” Rainbow almost let the waterworks on again at the sound of the strained little voice, “brown...earth p-....pony... c-curly mane...”

“That’s good, Scootaloo, just rest up and help yourself to the shower. Take as long as you need, mkay? I’m gonna surface and go to the police. They might want to come to ask you questions, okay?”

“kay,” Scootaloo bobbed her head.

Rainbow Dash turned and headed for the door, “You’re safe here, Scoots, you’re safe,” the mare opened the door to her landing pad, “I’ll be right back,” She said before flapping off into the night.

Scootaloo found her way to the shower and stepped inside to have the best shower she ever had. Sweat, stink, and fear drained away as she focused her thoughts on her savior. Why couldn’t more ponies be like Rainbow Dash? Heated rainwater flowed over the filly’s mane and back while she sat there. She didn’t feel like crying anymore, so she just hung her head in silence.

Sleep crept up on her. She jerked her head back to wakefulness and turned off the water. She didn’t want to eat, only to fall over and sleep. The filly dried herself and found her way to a bedroom, perhaps Dash’s, and fell into it, digging her body under the covers. The only thing to keep her company as she drifted off was a dull sting.