AppleBloomers

FOOOOOOOOOOOOD!

Scootaloo’s stomach growled at her as she drifted out of slumber. Sunlight streamed into the room. Somewhat restored from last night, what she thought she needed right this minute was a tall bucket of oats, or something to that effect. She pulled the covers from over her head and hopped to the floor, mind fixated on sating her hunger. She dragged her hooves out of the room into the hall.

Her mind fresher since last night, she immediately noticed how much clearer the air was in Rainbow Dash’s home. She went back to the thought of food. She found the kitchen and started rummaging through the drawers and cabinets, pulling out two carrots, a sweet-roll, and a cupcake, followed by some apple juice. As she ate she came to the realization that the most important piece of the picture was missing. Rainbow Dash herself!

“Daaaaash?”

Silence.

Scootaloo put down her sweet-roll and left the kitchen, checking the next room, the bathroom, the landing pad, the balcony... Nowhere could she find the mare, which deeply disturbed her.

“r-Rainbowdash!?” she hollered, nervously.

Nothing.

Her breath quickened. Dash wasn’t home! Where could she be? Scootaloo went back to checking the house, going so far as to check even the closets and under tables and chairs. Where was she?! Scootaloo’s gut and head tightened in panic. She’s not here, she’s not here! How can I get back down? I can’t fly yet! Finally, Scootaloo gave up, and she began to cry.

“RAINBOW DASH!?”

The misfortunate girl hung her head. Something had happened to Rainbow Dash. She said she’d be right back, but that was last night! Scootaloo slumped back into her seat for breakfast and cried while she ate. She was feeling much better now that she had some food and water, even though her soreness lingered. Her mind wandered back. She couldn’t help it! She couldn’t block it out.

...Breath...pain...stabbing...

The little pegasus clenched her body as the rough treatment sprung into her mind out of her memories. She doubled over as the memory of the sensations surfaced.

...Hooves...dirt...stabbing...

She fell out of her seat, flopping bodily to the floor. Her heart was racing! Her belly ached and tears fell. She grunted and choked. She retched, and bile forced up her throat.

She coughed and hacked. Scootaloo’s breakfast, bile, and spit, ended up on the floor to sink through the cloud formation. She tasted acid and oaty carrots. The horrid flavor burned into her gums and tongue. The silence was cut by her piercing, miserable wail.

She lay down on the floor to rest, breathing heavily from the exertion of her heavings. She rested there for quite some time, gaining her strength back, as well as her hunger.

“Rainbow Dash,” she whispered in defeat.

Then, a sequence of puffs punctuated the silence. She heard a muffled pound, like a hoof punching a pillow. She perked up her ears and raised her head, hopeful, but at the same time worried that it might be an intruder. She hid under the table, but then she heard a familiar voice call out her name.

“Scootaloo?” Rainbow Dash called out in an uncharacteristic croak.

“Rainbow Dash!” Scootaloo yelled in elation and she dashed toward the voice she heard coming from the bedroom. She found Rainbow lying on her front on her bed, frazzled and bruised, as if beaten. The mare’s coat was dirtied and matted, and her eyes were baggy with lack of sleep, “Dash, are you okay? What happened?!” Scoots ran up to her, immediately sensing a heavy, sour scent emenating from her.

“Scootaloo,” Rainbow spoke weakly in apology, “I’m sorry I left you alone last night, that was super uncool of me.”

Scoots joined her on the bed and scrunched up her nose at the mare’s awful stench, “But what happened to you last night? You smell super gross!” she begged for answers, water beginning to build in the corners of her eyes, “You didn’t come back, what happened?”

Rainbow paused. Her face twisted into a dark grimace as she recalled, “I- I can’t tell you... It’s just too horrible,” her voice wavered, glancing into Scootaloo’s eyes in evident pain, then quickly dropping her gaze.

Scootaloo looked away, trying to imagine something so bad that could rattle somepony like brave Rainbow Dash. Maybe it was something like what had happened to herself? Maybe it was something even worse, like two times in a row? Imagining only made more water build up in her eyes. She shook the thoughts out of her head and she leaned against her ‘big sister’ mare, nuzzling her head into her shoulder.

“Scootaloo, you're a tough girl, right?”

Scootaloo nodded, “Yeah, I'm tough. I'm tougher than most,” though a little doubtful of her certainty, she was again aware of something that had changed about her since last night, but she was afraid of exploring it.

“Sometimes the world needs tough ponies like us, Scoots.”

They sat for a few minutes in silence.

Dash’s stomach growled.

Scoots chuckled, embarrassed, “Ha, um, I kinda raided your fridge.”

“Awww, kiddo, that’s okay. You must’ve needed it,” Rainbow Dash wrapped her arm around the filly’s neck to give her a noogie, then scooted herself off the bed to trot lopsidedly to her kitchen, “Have as much as you want!”

* * *

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle sat at the thinking station in their clubhouse, fussing over their missing third crusader. They didn’t have much to do since Scootaloo was their main mode of transportation, so they sat and brainstormed what they would do once they confronted the farmers again. As they pondered, they would frequently jerk their hooves away from their nethers, accompanied by a frustrated groan. Apple Bloom had likened it to the feeling of having a mosquito bite.

“I can’t believe how late Scootaloo is,” Apple Bloom said, voicing her thoughts, “I mean what’s a filly to do besides play with her friends on a day off?” she kicked a stool in her frustration, “And we need her help with that flower she nabbed.”

Sweetie Belle hung her head, a dark thought having matured inside, “M..maybe... she... Maybe something happened to her?” she said, scrunching her face in worry.

Apple Bloom huffed, “Don’t say stuff like that, y’hear?”

A new intensity filled the treehouse as they waited. And paced. And waited some more.

In time, the distinct sound of buzzing wings could be heard growing louder toward the treefort. They raced outside and greeted Scootaloo urgently.

“Scootaloo! Where’ve ya been?” Apple Bloom said, but she stopped as she noticed a hard expression on Scootaloo’s face, “You okay? What happened?”

Scootaloo stared at the ground as she dismounted and dropped her helmet to the side, “I... Last night, I...” Scoots hesitated as she thought about the words, faltering as she tried to bury her feelings so she wouldn’t cry, “Somepony... did something...” She paused with meaning. Apple Bloom and Sweetie didn’t need her to say another word. They surrounded their friend, offering hugs and comforting hooves.

“Scootaloo,” Sweetie Belle spoke gently, “We’re here… we’re here for you…”

"I know..." Scootaloo croaked weakly as she held on to her friends. New tears streamed down her cheeks as she broke down. She grabbed Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle and squeezed.

"Ugh! I...I c-c-can't ...sniff...take this anymore!" She yelled, frustrated that even now she could feel her nether regions hot and gushing. She groaned at the confusing signals her body was sending. This wasn’t the time to be feeling this, yet this involuntary reaction of her filly parts to the air, versus the emotional pain of her recent experience was too much to deal with. She buckled down, the reality of the situation having hit her again after being reunited with her fellow crusaders, "I...I'm..."

"You're gonna be okay, Scoots!" Apple Bloom encouraged, "And we're gonna help ya!"

"Yeah! And we're going to get rid of this smell for good!" Sweetie said.

"I..." Scootaloo wobbled to her hooves, "I just...You're right you two. It was just so bad! It was like he turned into a monster. There just could have been...sniff... it could have been different!" She yelled, trying in vain to hold back her tears by massaging her temple with a forehoof.

"Oh yeah! I got it! Don't think of it as a real pony, sugarcube," Apple Bloom realized, "Just imagine it was just like that plant monster at Twilight's."

"y-y-y-You don't understand, Apple Bloom, this pony...this pony was...huge! And… and…” She sputtered, “I ...I…” what? Think WHAT?! I want it again? That’s crazy! I’m going crazy! Not even the sex part, just being chased and -forced-. The thought of that word brought her mind back to the lingering soreness and that horrible stretching.

"FUCK!" she yelled, causing the others to rear back, "We have to stop this craziness! This stupidness! I HATE those flowers! I don't care if we burn them or stomp them! We gotta do something!"

"Yer right, hun" Apple Bloom nodded decisively, "Tah hell with gitt'n permission! I gots some matches we can git back at the house. One way or another, those flowers're dead. Tah hell with the flowers and tah hell with rape!"

"Yeah, to hell!" Sweetie blushed, "That's a bad place, right?"

"It's a very bad place."

Everypony froze. They quickly turned their attention towards the source of the voice. A figure, half the height of an adult, revealed itself from the shadow of the treehouse out from the shrubbery. Sweetie gasped. Then she smiled.

"It's you!" Sweetie said.

"Yep! I said I'd find you, right?" Sun Drop smirked, thinking his entrance to be quite cool. The colt joined the group. His face softened as he glanced at Scootaloo, "Um, hey Sweetie Belle," He blushed, "and Scootaloo, and Apple...uh..."

"Bloom, it's Apple Bloom," she corrected flatly, her face redder than usual, "What brings ya out here, Sun...Drop, was it?"

Sun Drop sat on his haunches and he assumed the same position as when they first met him, his forelegs planted directly in front of his abdomen. He blushed as he sat down, then he explained himself, "Well, uh, I just wanted to, um, help you fillies out. And I kinda wanted to see Sweetie again, so I followed Scootaloo here, since I guess she would find you two. And, um..." He paused.

Scootaloo stiffened as the colt rested his gaze on her. Her expression hardened slightly.

Sun Drop continued, "Well, I really want to say I, uh...I feel bad about what happened to you, Scootaloo. It sounds like...really horrible what you went through," he said, speaking delicately and avoiding eye contact. "A-anyway, if you're going to try to start a fire like that, matches'll be too small. Maybe a torch would be better?"

Apple Bloom blinked, "Torch? Well, yeah, I suppose that's true, but where're we gonna find a torch? Do you have one?" the bow-maned filly stroked her pouting friend Scootaloo, who had ducked behind her in a rare moment of shyness.

"Well, I don't have like, a real one, but we could make one!" Sun suggested, drawing a little circle in the ground with his hoof.

Bloom hmmm'd, and a lightbulb lit up in her head, "I got it! We need a straight stick, a piece of cloth, and some lamp oil. We have all the parts we need on the farm, but we just gotta gather 'em."

Sweetie Belle's face lit up, "We have a good, long pole in the clubhouse and a spare cloth to go with it!" Sweetie offered, "I think it was stuff left over from the talent show," the young, ivory filly giggled, thinking back on the time.

"Perfect! Then all we need is a lamp from the barn to douse the cloth in oil, then we'll have a bonafide torch," Apple Bloom glowed with confidence, "C'mon girls, and uh, colt,” She hesitated, considering her plan, “Well actually, I can just go alone to the barn for the lamp. You three can stay here and figure out about tyin' the cloth to the stick," the filly got onto her hooves, "I'll be back in a jiffy!"

The two fillies and the colt watched her scurry off towards her house.

Sweetie Belle stood and rubbed an itch on her foreleg, "I think I saw that pole off to the side in the clubhouse," she said, and started making her way up the ramp.

Scootaloo stiffened as she was very nearly alone with the colt. Her head swam in a cacophony of contradicting thoughts, between her need to have her dripping, aching folds filled again, and the fear of that painful, ripping feeling. That rush as the stallion mounted her and used her. She reminded herself she needed to help her fellow crusaders in their mission. Besides, Sun Drop would rather do it with Sweetie, right? Scootaloo scowled at herself as she realized that she was jealous of Sweetie getting to have it so happily with this colt. She figured that if she wasn’t there with them, they would probably be doing it at that very moment. She was jealous.

Scoots suddenly straightened her posture and looked at Sun Drop squarely, "Bet you aren't as big as him," She murmured in what she thought was a tough voice.

"Uhhhh... what?" Sun blushed deeply while a bead of sweat rolled down his head. He wasn’t sure if he was really hearing that right. Had she just compared his dick with her assaulters?

"Scootaloo?" Sweetie halted her advance up the ramp, not hearing what was said but still suspicious.

Scootaloo glared, glancing quickly at Sun Drop’s lower body. Her head was numb and mind swimming. What was she doing? She sauntered up to him close, then around turned on her hoof. She arched her back and presented her pink-glazed lips directly in front of him. She backed up her rump towards him, as if daring him to do something. Her silky, gleaming flower quivered in want as she clenched, lewdly baring her most private place to this stranger. Her young, little plot stretched high, and her tail moved to the side instinctively. She shook in anticipation, and she let out a needy sigh.

Sun Drop uttered a groan issued from a mixture of shock and lust he was feeling at this sight. His jaw fell slack as he stared at the plush lips. Those lips had parted to show off the pink, silky flesh, hot and gushing with arousal. He tried to tear his gaze away, but his body kept it locked! The girl’s filly juice gave the downy fur a sheen along trickling streams as it gushed. Sun Drop adjusted the position of his forelegs, struggling to hide his erection, but it was useless. It popped out to the side. Sun sucked in a breath between gritted teeth. There was a glint in the boy’s eye. He was losing the struggle! His mind was going!

"SCOOTALOO!" Sweetie Belle shrieked! She rushed down the ramp and shoved her friend bodily into the dirt. Sun Drop let out a breath, relieved, but then sucked in another as Sweetie shot him a glare.

Scootaloo panted and rose herself into a laying position. She brushed Sweetie aside, "C'mon Sweetie, I was just teasing!"

Sweetie’s face flushed in rage, her voice cracked, “That was teasing?! How could you be like this after what happened?”

Scoots rolled onto her belly, a smirk on her face, "What are you gonna do about it?"

Sweetie Belle gasped! She reared back! She couldn’t help but envision Scootaloo with Sun Drop! "SCOOTALOO!!"

SMACK!

The little pegasus filly felt her head being jerked to the side and her cheek stinging from impact. She brought her hoof up to touch the spot, "Ow!" She jumped up, her blood was boiling. She saw her usually sweet unicorn friend glaring daggers at her, but her own vision was red with her own rage. She raised her hoof back and struck the unicorn, staggering her.

Sun Drop watched in horror as the two friends rose hoof against the other. He watched Sweetie Belle lunge and an all-out war began. Sweetie pinned Scootaloo on her back, pummeling her in the face. Scootaloo shoved back and the unicorn flew back onto her ass. The pegasus got back up and shot toward her opponent, head-butting her squarely in the mouth, causing Sweetie to let out a shrill cry!

"No!" Sun finally found his voice, "Stop!" he got to his hooves in alarm. He gritted his teeth when he heard the agonizing sound of Sweetie screaming out a lung-full in pain, and he saw that Scootaloo had gotten Sweetie’s mane in her teeth and was tugging. Hard! Sun Drop couldn’t stand it!

"STOP!"

Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were separated by two hooves pushing them apart. Sun stood between them, horrified, "Please!" He said, his eyes tearing up, "Stop this, stop this..."

With the colt's hooves in their chests, the girls cooled off. They sat back, panting ragged breaths. Their fur and manes were scuffed and dirtied, faces bruised. Sweetie’s harsh scowl transformed into that of remorse. She dropped her head in shame.

Scootaloo was much the same. She turned aside, "I'm -koff koff- sorry, Sweetie Belle."

Sun looked between the two, sighing in relief, "You...fillies!" he uttered dumbly. His voice cracked in its strain and its youth, "We gotta...we gotta focus. We gotta get the torch ready, and then we gotta get to that place to burn those flowers, right?" Sun Drop looked at both of them, hope in his eyes, "Then we can, just, forget about this whole thing," he said in a bitter tone.

"Forget?" Scootaloo asked, venomously. Sun Drop winced, instantly regretting that he had said that last part, "Forget?" Scootaloo repeated, shouting, "How can I forget?!”

Nopony moved.

"Apple Bloom?" Apple Bloom's neck prickled as she heard the stern, deep voice belonging to her older brother. She was cantering away from their barn where she had found a brass lantern, now hanging from her teeth. The young filly turned around and set the light down.

"Oh, Big Mac! Just need to borrow a light for the clubhouse,” She realized that there already was a back-up lantern there and quickly added, “Another one! Gonna need some more light, eyup!”

The big farmhoof stood, his presence radiating from his giant hooves. He raised an eyebrow.

"Sorry, big bro! We're just gonna have a sleepover in the clubhouse t'night, so we just need to get another lampoi- I mean, another lamp!"

Big Mcintosh raised his eyebrow higher at his stuttering younger sister, all bright eyes and full of secrets. He sighed. "Eeee-yup. Be careful, li'l filly."

"Um," Bloom turned to go, smiling back, "Thanks big brother, love ya!" she grabbed the lantern and ran off. In her mind’s eye, the image of the huge stallion's huge stallionhood dangling below him in a fixed state of semi-arousal stood out. She hadn't imagined that her sympathy for Scootaloo could grow, but Big Mac proved it so. Now she was sure that that image would constantly be there in her head.

Her little filly legs carried her across the farm, through the orchards, and out to the outer limits of the property. Birds chirped incessantly as she went on. She pondered in annoyance about them, wondering if they were also under the spell of the goddess-forsaken scent. She turned a corner and ducked under a giant leaf. What she saw at the bottom of the ramp leading to the clubhouse sent her eyes out of their sockets!

Sun Drop had Sweetie Belle underneath him as he mounted her. Fluids gushed as he pushed again and again into her. Sweetie's mouth was buried in Scootaloo's mound, lapping up some filly nectar. Scootaloo’s mouth was wrapped around Sweetie’s horn, sucking the phallic spiral sharply in retaliation to the licking at her lower lips.

"What in the hay-balls?!" Apple Bloom made a Freibergeran slip as her mind worked out the scene. It instantly turned on, of course, watching and listening to the lustful display before her. She didn’t need a hoof to know that about a gallon of her special apple-honey was making the ground wet underneath her tail. The pleasured groans of the group in mid-sex, all mixing together, made her horniness level skyrocket!

"Goddesses darn it!" She uttered, knowing that there was no use fighting, knowing that it would be impossible to break this up until everypony was satisfied.

She cantered up to them and set the lantern aside. Then, she went straight to the colt-on-filly action, seating her body to the ground and absorbing the sight of the boy's penis entering and re-entering Sweetie's vagina. Sweeie’s lips puffed out as her entrance wrapped around the boy, who’s veiny thing gouged into her. To Apple Bloom, the sloppy concoction that leaked around the connection looked much too thick and white. She reached out with the edge of her hoof and scooped up a bit of it from Sweetie's lips.

"Hehehehe," Sweetie giggled between her moans, tickled by the feeling of her friend’s hoof, "It's cum, Apple Bloom!” She giggled again.

Bloom tasted some on her tongue and made a face, "Y'all call this cum, huh? Strange taste," the filly let the stuff dribble slowly down her hoof, producing a wet trail. She rolled onto her back to tend to herself, using the bit of cum to start. She sighed in ecstasy as her hoof rolled and stroked about her young folds, giving them the attention they wanted. Her vision filled with cock entering pussy, and her ears gobbled up her friends' carnal sighs. She added her own voice, and a brief orgasm rocked her body, "Ooohhhhhhhhhh!" her flower wept in satisfied relief, but that bit would not really be enough.

Apple Bloom rolled back to her front and crawled to Sweetie's side, then scooted her way between Sweetie's legs, head toward the rear, and lay belly up so that she had a clear view of the action. The couple above her moved their legs to give her space. Bloom eyed the colt's flailing sack, the balls bouncing back and forth. S’he reached out and fondled them, getting a cute boyish eep in surprise. She felt up both the ponies' tender inner flanks while she hoofed herself, earning tickled eeps in protest. From Sweetie's high-pitched squeal to Sun Drop's adolescent moans, the two reacted to Bloom’s touch.

"HHnnggh...Sweetie...cumming...again!" Sun Drop, quickened his thrusts, then threw himself against his partner, pressing his legs flush against the girl's plot. Apple Bloom watched in fascination and envy. She blinked as a few strands of white juices forced its way out of the velvety, vice-grip connection, down against her face. The ballsack clenched up as he came. His shaft swelled with and veins popped as it was buried deep inside the tight connection. They breathed and moaned, and Apple Bloom struggled to conceal her own grunts of satisfaction whilst she had another small climax. Sun Drop held his lover in both forelegs.

Scootaloo had not yet finished off Sweetie. With a hoof stroking herself, she sucked off the spiral atop Sweetie's head.

"Ah! AAH! AAH! s-Scoot-aloo my horn!" Sweetie jerked and she gasped. A high squeal told the world of her climax. Her horn shot out streams of sparkling magic. Scootaloo jumped back in surprise and saw the fountain of spurts shooting from the young unicorn's horn. They were an ethereal, glittering rainbow, with tendrils of sparkling glitter falling from the arcs.

Scootaloo shut an eye as the energetic stuff shot toward her face, falling onto her eyelid. She breathed. Shining unicum and saliva dripped from her face.

"Whoa, Sweetie Belle!" Scoots licked the stuff from her lips.

After the moment, Apple Bloom squirmed out from underneath the two entwined bodies. She was frowning at this ugly feeling of emptiness. Her hoof was not enough! The memory of how Twilight's plant monster felt inside her resurfaced, "Oohhhhhh Darnit! Oh Horseapples!" she wiggled and flipped over to her front, springing up to stand. Her face burned with need and embarrassment, and her pussy burned with need. She moved over to Sweetie, "Darnit, Sweetie Belle, I really really need it! Please please please please please?!" She pleaded sing-song for permission to use her friend’s boyfriend.

Sweetie's eyes, closed in post-coital bliss, snapped open in astonishment. A pink hue spread across her cheeks at what was being asked of her. Ultimately, it was the heat of the moment which fueled her agreement. Plus, why would she deny her dear friend such pleasure? “Oh!...okay!"

"Oh thank you! Thank you!" Apple Bloom beamed, and she wiggled her plot in anticipation, waving her tail purposely in front of Sun Drop.

Sun, having just came twice in a row without rest, looked on in worry at the incredibly needy display. His dick jumped, surprising him, but it wasn’t ready yet. He leaned in with his snout, deciding he'd get her warmed up with his tongue. The girl gasped as he breathed on her sweet folds, and she whined as he teased them with some tongue flicks, stroking her inner walls, lapping up her filly juices.

Apple Bloom, though, was more than ready. She was urgent! "P-p-please! Please stick your penis in me, I neeeeed it! I need your penis! I need your cock!" Bloom whined, letting her barriers fall, not even caring at her lewd words.

Sun Drop felt a new rush of blood filling his shaft! A part of his mind reeled at that, given how many times he had just climaxed. The other half took over and made Sun Drop climb up onto Apple Bloom's more robust earth-pony form. He held himself up over her back, and he pressed apart her aroused, ready lips with his tip. He Mmmmmm'd at the tender, lubricated flesh parting against his cock, feeling the now familiar feeling once again, though different this time. He pressed deeper, forcing her open, needing to have more of himself inside her the further he went. Apple Bloom's voice rose as more of the colt's thick, warm meat-pole filled her. She melted as he started thrusting, lolling her tongue out as her cute, girlish grunts of carnal bliss came unabated. This was her first stallion! The feeling of another pony breathing and connecting was so much better than any concoction of magic potions. It felt so so good. It felt so so right! She felt like this should go on forever!

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Sun Drop screwed her hard! His cock was sore, but the faster he moved his tired hips, the better it felt. Apple Bloom’s squeezing, silky inner walls and her encouraging, spirited cries did wonders to help! "nnnngh! Gah! You fillies!" He panted and hammered into her, pounding his thighs against Bloom’s cheeks as he worked his pleasure. Bloom moaned loudly as he sped up, grunting out her animal vocalizations with each thrust, feeling each insertion of the engorged member punching into the inside of her belly like a piston, taking her breath away.

In a crescendo of his moans, Sun Drop shoved his rear hooves to the ground, kicking up dust, plunging his colt cock completely into Apple Bloom's body. He held onto her fast, breathing shakily. In a rush and with a tickled gasp, the colt shot his hot colt seed into her, filling every crevice and corner of his little pony partner’s massaging insides. This time, he was completely spent.

As soon as she could take in air, the redheaded girl moaned long and breathily, finally feeling satisfied. Her strong clenches anchored the flaring tip, milking every last drop that Sun had to offer.

When their orgasms ceased, Apple Bloom and Sun Drop surrendered to gravity. They all lay on top of one another in the cool mid-morning air as their hearts quieted down.

"Girls..." Scootaloo broke the silence, "I think we need to git a move on...today."

After the necessary break and with everypony finally sexed-out, the trio-turned-quadrio made the necessary preparations for their trip. They managed to squeeze their bodies into the wagon, though Sun Drop had to dangle his hind legs off the edge. Scootaloo had not happy about having more weight to carry and she voiced her concern, but Sweetie Belle would not leave Sun Drop behind.

"Just think of how strong your wings'll be after this!" The cotton candy maned filly said, grinning. This inconvenience to her friend secretly gave her more satisfaction after that stunt she pulled in front of Sun.

"Well, when you put it that way, I guess I should just carry you two around town all the time!" Scootaloo retorted, then added with a devious look, "Then you can get all big and fat!"

Sweetie gasped, "No I wouldn't!"

Scootaloo just giggled at her friend's cute pout, then fired up her wings. They built up some momentum, and were soon speeding down the trail away from the clubhouse.

The sun shone down on their dusty path out of and away from Ponyville. The vehicle made good time down the road, despite the extra weight. The company steeled their minds for their day’s task. The several hour journey breezed by and the sun ticked across the sky, during which the four discussed their plan of action. Discussion turned to the aftermath, like, how long would it take before everything went back to normal? The Everfree was again made to look like a thin line on the horizon.

“By the way, sugarcube, what happened to your face? It looks bruised. Same with Scootaloo’s. I didn’t have the mind to ask before.”

Sweetie turned to Apple Bloom with shame, “Well, Scootaloo got in a fight with me. I guess I hit her first, though.”

“What? What in the hay happened?”

Sun Drop’s ears drooped, and spoke for her, “Scootaloo kinda...showed off her… filly parts at me, and Sweetie got mad.”

“Oh my stars!” Apple Bloom tenderly touched her friend’s bruise and Sweetie Belle drew away out of embarrassment, though the wagon made that difficult.

“It’s okay, now, but… but I never want that to happen again,” Sweetie grimaced, fighting back tears. Bloom embraced her tightly. The tears sprang forth and dampened Apple Bloom’s shoulder.

“Agh!” Scoots huffed in irritation, “Yeah, it was a big hairy fight, but we got over it,” she called back at them, “Sweetie Belle. I’m really sorry I did that. I just don’t know what- what came over me.”

“So…” Apple Bloom switched gears, “How did ya’ll even get into each others’ privates when I got back?”

Sweetie blushed a deep red, “You mean like when I said we should just have sex instead of fight?”

Sitting back-to-back, Sun Drop disturbed Apple Bloom as he fidgeted after being still for a long time. The farm-filly heard the boy gulp, and she thought that maybe she shouldn’t have asked. Sweetie Belle continued.

“You mean,” Sweetie’s eyes drooped threateningly, “You mean how I stuck up my rump in front of Sunny? And Scootaloo watched… She watched him mount me… She watched him r-r-r-rut me…” Her voice cracked. Apple Bloom remembered how they were already tied together when she showed up. Presently, she could see the stupor of arousal spreading all over Sweetie’s cute face as she described the encounter in her sanguin, cracking voice. Her words came like her fillyhood’s nectar.

“It’s different when somepony’s watching! I saw Scoots lay down on her back in front of me, and she ordered me to lick it, so I did!” Behind her, A.B. felt her wagon-mate jerk and clear his throat. At least, Apple Bloom thought, she was separating the two, otherwise she’d have to watch them going at it against the side of the wagon. See his thick penis entering and…entering and entering and entering and-- The filly shook her head and diverted her attention back to Sweetie Belle, who had a dreamy thing going on about her.

“...and he kept going and going and going and going and… You have no idea how good it is to feel when… when the same time your horn is getting sucked!”

“Stop!” Apple Bloom cried, trying to constrain her own growing heat.

The wagon lurched as Scootaloo braked hard! Everypony hollered in alarm, but they were thankful that the sudden halt cooled mood.

Sweetie cried, “Apple Bloom!” She wailed like a helpless foal and muscles tightened all over her, “When will this be over?”

“Very soon I reckon, darlin’,” Apple Bloom said. Not long later, she felt her stomach do a cart-wheel as she saw the same crimson field on a distant rise.

Scootaloo steered onto the side road. The company gagged as their heads swam through the thick pungency of the flowers. The air was so mind-numbing, that the thought of screwing couldn’t even register.

"Stop here, Scoots!" Apple Bloom ordered, "If they see us coming, they can get to us faster."

The wagon halted just up the driveway and Scootaloo promptly fell off her scooter with her tiny wings flopping to her sides, "Aaaaaaugh!" the filly groaned and she found a little patch of green grass to plop down on.

“You fillies came here and survived? Gah!” Sun Drop choked.

Apple Bloom was helping Sweetie and Sun assemble their torch as Scootaloo started touching herself in secret. All of her exertion, and she still had enough energy to masturbate. It was the flowers speaking, she said to herself, or the exertion. She lay in a fetal position as she rolled the edges of her hoof against her hungry young lips. The electric bolts of sex fed up her spine and she clenched up every-so-often. It felt very good, but it wasn’t enough. She poked at her love-button, engorged and peaking out as it was. She needed that mad stallion again. Did she just think that? A surge of something nice coursed through her body. Butterflies flitted about in her gut. Did she really just hear that in her head? She said it again. I need that mad stallion. Another wave of dizziness. She could feel tears well in her eyes. Tears of confusion. She heard an awed gasp from the group, and a strong heat washed over her.

Scootaloo’s pegasus instincts kicked in as a thought occurred to her. She arched her back as she got to her front hooves, “h-Hey you guys, “she called, “Make sure to start upwind!” She imagined her friends’ manes catching fire. Then she plopped back to the ground.

“Yer not gonna help us?” Apple Bloom asked. The orange blob groaned in response.

“It’s okay, Apple Bloom, she’s had a rough few days,” Sweetie Belle said.

“Ah, I guess yer right, sorry Scoots.”

Sun Drop grunted around the pole in his teeth. He moved to start putting flame to plant, but he stopped as movement caught his eye. He focused on the figure of a pony trotting toward them from further up the road. He grunted louder, “Hey!” The other two stopped what they were doing and stood frozen on the spot, watching the figure approach. Scootaloo stayed lying in her place.

Hoe Down rushed up, greatly animated despite his old age. He charged the colt holding the torch and he successfully snatched it from the terrified boy’s clutch. He tossed the pole aside to the middle of the road, a safe distance from the edge of the field.

“What in sam hill are y’all thinkin’, ya lousy kids!” He screamed.

The kids stood still in the face of this unbridled rage.

“That blaze'o yours nearly cost me a fortune! Y’all were gonna steal me of my retirement! Y’all are just no-good, delinquent, troublemakers. Yeah, that’s what’cha are. All'a ya all are just troublemakin’ foals, playin’ with fire! Why I got me half a mind to-”

Hoe Down stopped suddenly, and the others noticed his eyes fixed on Scootaloo. In the silence, they realized that Scootaloo was moaning lewdly. Her filly voice rose above the sound of the burning torch, riding out across the fields along with the waves of the breeze.

“Aw yeah. Rut me. Rut me!” Scoots had been uttering through Hoe Down's whole speech. The old stallion couldn't believe his own eyes! This blank-flank youngun was hoofing herself in public! She was in full view, her thin plot raised high on her rear hooves. She choked out a needy whimper as she brought herself faster and faster into bliss. Her pleasure was fueled even further by Hoe Down's aggressive, demeaning voice.

Hoe Down stood, shocked. He had to turn away. He had to turn away! Why wasn’t he turning away? Why was she doing that? He lowered himself down to sit on his haunches. He still continued to stare. He felt a stirring in his loins that he thought was never again possible! In self-consciousness, and in the presence of children, he covered up his front. Looking to his side, he saw that the colt in the group was in the same exact position. A funny mixture of emotions flared up simultaneously in his slow, old head.

“p-Please!” Scootaloo whisper-shouted above the sound of her hoofing, “Please! Cocks! I need cocks!”

Hoe Down’s face hardened, but not in the same way his lower parts had. He jerked his gaze again in the direction of the colt, who he was appalled to see was moving towards her, as if in a trance. “Stop! House, now!” Hoe pointed a hoof up the driveway.

Sun Drop shook out of his trance and cowered before the elder. The group obeyed, like siblings in front of their father. Scootaloo remained as she was, but the sharp words did have enough force to stop her from masturbating. Hoe Down drew close to her and stomped on the ground in front of her face, “Go, filly! Now!”

“b...b...But… the flowers…”

“I’ll take care of the flowers, filly, just go!” He whacked her on the rump. She jumped to her hooves and trotted off.

The running took the wind from her sails. Her heat died down, but only a little. She felt like it would hurt for the rest of the day, unless she could get what it needed. Before going much further, Scootaloo looked back in curiosity and saw Hoe Down busy with the torch in his teeth lighting his precious flowers on fire.

“Oh dears! Please come in and make yourselves at home. Hurry now,” Sugar Cane sweetly ushered the four into her home. She turned to a worn Scootaloo plodding into the house, “Darlin’ what’s the matter? You look plain awful! Come in and rest and I’ll get all y’all some water and treats.”

Four adolescent ponies found places in the sitting room, thankful for being out of the sun. Sugar soon reappeared with a pitcher and she went about filling five glasses.

Sugar set a glass in front of each visitor in turn, “There’s miss Apple Bloom, miss Sweetie Belle, miss Scootaloo, and what’s yer name, mister?”

“Uh, thanks ma’am. I’m Sun Drop,” the colt downed a few gulps as soon as he could.

Sugar cube nodded, "It's nice to meet ya, Sun Drop, hun," the old mare sighed, "Poor Hoe Down came back from town this mornin’ and gave me the bad news. Isn't it just the fates that you can’t get what ya want. The ol’ hoot musta scared ya with his shoutn’, but it looks like he finally turned his stubborn head around, seein’ your hard work an’ all.”

Nopony spoke, until Scootaloo cleared her throat.

“I was raped last night.”

Cringes.

Sugar Cane gasped, her expression pure horror. Scootaloo just nodded and Sugar slumped to her haunches, her eyes starting to water.

Apple Bloom turned a look to Scootaloo, disbelieving the orange filly’s bluntness. Sweetie Belle stood up and went to put her hoof on Sugar’s shoulder, trying to comfort the mare, “It's okay, it wasn’t completely your fault.”

Sugar’s head was held in her forehoof as she sat hunched over, “If’n we didn’t,” the mare shook, “If’n we hadn’ planted those ...sniffle...”

“Sugar Cube, ma’am...” Apple Bloom glanced at Scootaloo who looked embarrassed, “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I mean,” Sweetie added, really feeling for Scootaloo. A.B. shot her a disapproving look and Sweetie looked away.

And who's fault was it? Apple Bloom had thought. Surely it was the one who had done the deed, right?

Outside, there was a crackle and rumblefrom the burning field of flowers growing louder and louder. For the moment, it wasn’t just the flowers making the air feel uncomfortable. Everypony looked down, absorbing those five words. Sun Drop grabbed his glass and took a quick gulp of water, feeling a little too much like the odd colt out.

“Choke! Ack!” Sun Drop coughed on his water, drawing everypony’s attention, “cough cough -Ugh!-cough cough -’scuze me-cough cough!” Sun continued to clear his windpipe, taking sips of water as he was able. The interruption was enough to up the mood, and everypony took sips from their own glasses. Outside a great cloud of smoke billowed up from the inferno.

“Ah… I think I better go check on my husband,” Sugar, avoiding eye contact, walked out the front door. Following her were the clip-clops of smaller hooves, the other four deciding to join her.

Hoe Down had been walking back to the house, having spent the lantern fuel and discarded the makeshift torch. His hat was missing, likely because of the heat, leaving his balding head bare, “‘s the matter with ye, sugar?” Hoe Down greeted his wife tenderly, “Yeh look like somepony just kicked th’ bucket!”

“I-I,” Sugar Cane shook her head, “It’s just that there was... I mean,” she stopped as she noticed the children in her presence, “I’ll tell you later, dear.”

The two folk and four younguns stared at the smoke, sorting out that exchange.

A light shone through, growing brighter and brighter. They watched the faint shine just off the horizon.

“What is that?” Apple Bloom spoke. Everypony saw its approach, some squinting, now that Apple Bloom pointed it out.

“I think it’s-”

“By Celestia!” Sugar Cube gasped, interrupting Scootaloo, “Hoe Down, is that really her?”

Everypony watched, awestruck. It was Princess Celestia. The white princess had arrived, cloaked in a shining aura of hope and warmth. It really was her! The patron goddess of the sun, of light and love, of truth and mercy, of family and honor, was here! Sugar Cube and Hoe Down were humbled beyond words for their monarch to personally visit their lowly farm.

The princess alighted like an otherworldly spirit, wings outstretched to slow her descent, and in a trot, her commanding hooves landed down onto the dirt driveway.

“Hello, my little ponies,” She greeted with a pleasant smile.

“y-Your majesty!”

“Your highness!”

"Princess!"

The group returned the greeting, bowing deeply to the ground in reverence.

“I see everything is being taken care of already, isn’t it?”

“Princess! y-Yes it is!” Hoe Down said in conviction. A plan had been forming in his mind while he worked. Sugar watched her husband in awe, hearing this dramatic plan for the first time, “I’ve decided we won’t be growing them here. We’ll go far away from civilization. Far away from any towns. We can stock up on food for a few months, tend to the crop, dig a deep well, and from there-”

“No, you will not,” the princess stated. Her gentle smile disappeared as the stallion spoke.

Hoe Down fell off his train of speech as the princess interrupted. He looked up at his highness, dismayed.

“They will be banned from all free trade. Now perhaps this flower has medicinal purposes, I suppose. I will notify my Minister of Agriculture of this flower and she can take appropriate action regarding its regulated medicinal circulation,” she stated, “You will honor this decree, won’t you? All of you?” She looked at each of them with serious intensity.

They all shook their heads up and down. How could they disobey?

“Good.” Princess Celestia folded her wings and approached, “I believe I know each of you three, the ‘Cutie Mark Crusaders’ was it?” Celestia grinned, “I find it important to know all of the ponies close to the Elements of Harmony. Though I’m afraid I’m not familiar with you, or you two,” she looked at Sun Drop and the elderly couple, “What are your names?”

“Sun Drop, p-Princess!” Sun straightened his posture.

“The name’s’r Hoe Down and my wife Sugar Cube.”

Celestia nodded, “Pleased to meet you, and thank you all for agreeing to this unfortunate restriction,” the princess lowered her head, “It comes out of great sadness and disharmony, the cause of which I’ve been led to believe originated from this property, from these very flowers.”

“Yes, but,” Hoe Down started, “How in Celestia’s name- uh, beggin’ yer pardon, ma’am- did the darn scent of ‘em reach Ponyville? Fifteen darn kliks from here?”

Celestia tilted her head, “I do not know. Perhaps you know more about them than I do,” she admitted.

“I found ‘em growin’ on the edge of the Everfree Forest, then I took them back here for us to grow,” Sugar explained.

“Ah,” Celestia smiled in understanding, “That’s the Everfree for you. Places like the Everfree Forest are places I have learned to expect the unexpected. The magic of the flowers must have increased the potency of smell and the scent rode the breezes all the rest of the way.”

“Oh, Princess!” Sugar lamented, hanging her head in shame, her husband mirroring her, “We had no idea it’d cause such harm!”

“Do not worry, Sugar Cube, Hoe Down, everypony. I understand,” Celestia chidded, calmly. There was a moment of silence as everypony collected their thoughts.

Curious, Apple Bloom took a step forward, “But I don’t get it, what were the things that made all the sadness and disharmony like you said? What happened?”

Princess Celestia looked at her and her friends sadly, imagining quite a tale which led them down this road and in this company, “I’ve heard reports,” she began, choosing words, “Of ponies being taken against their wills. This was besides the incapacitation the air caused the town. Ponyville was in serious danger of becoming abandoned. My own student, still young and awkward in her sexuality, and prideful in finding a solution on her own, did not even manage to write to me of the situation. My poor Twilight.”

At hearing ‘taken against their wills,’ Scootaloo’s face fell. To her, Princess Celestia’s words faded out as her mind focused again on last night. In fact, most of her idle thoughts were now directed that way. She was sure what had happened was wrong. She was sure that that pony should be in jail right now. She was pretty sure she wanted to beat him up, too. Why though, when she thought of it, did it make her heart flutter and her rear lips leak? Wouldn’t she feel better after the smell was gone?

Celestia’s sad eyes met with Scootaloo’s for a second. Then, she rose to her hooves and stretched out her legs and wings, preparing to depart, “I have many duties. I believe you may expect some agents to visit sometime next week to collect samples, Hoe Down and Sugar Cube," she said. She turned away and continued as she took her leave, “Now please take care with the blaze. I managed to keep it contained with some of my magic, but beware of airborne sparks. Farewell my dear ponies! And well done, Crusaders!”

With that, the alicorn spread her wings and took off into the sky. She quickly became a faint speck in the distance once again, and everypony watched in awe as she sped away. As suddenly and un-announced as she had arrived, she was gone.

Apple Bloom, after a moment, erupted in exhilaration, and she skipped in front of her friends, “Hah! Crusaders! Crusaders, we did it! Did you hear her? We saved Ponyville! Ah feel like the air’s cleaner already!” The rose-maned filly whooped and jumped! The excitement was infectious as the rest of the young ones cheered and hopped in joy!

“We did it! We did it! We did it!” They hooted in a gleeful clamor, celebrating!

Apple Bloom walked up to both Hoe and Sugar and hugged them, “Thanks for understandin’.” Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and Sun Drop followed her.

“We’re sorry to disrupt everything around here,” Scootaloo apologized, “but, you know you had it coming one way or another.”

Sugar Cube bowed her head, “We sure did, little filly. An’ I feel terrible for it. Y’all should hurry back home before sundown. Go 'n' be with your families, young-uns.”

The little band nodded and hurried into the wagon for the long ride home. They sped off down the road, Scootaloo taking care to stay as far away from the brushfire as she could.

Hoe Down and Sugar Cube smiled at the youthful energy, feeling relieved, but even more than that they felt regret. They walked side-by-side back into their home, and later that night they would marvel at themselves for how they acted, caught up in the spell of simple plants.

With the winds taking longer to reach Ponyville than the four riders, it took a while before the accursed odor finally cleared out. By the next Monday, school would start at the toll of the bell. Farmers, artisans, and artists would fill the streets again. Schoolfillies and colts, surely different than they were at the beginning of the week, went to school and played with their friends. Shaken by the tumultuous activities during the week, a new normalcy emerged. They would not be the same, after all.