Avalanche from a Flurry

Apple Bloom reached Sugarcube corner, where they'd agreed to meet - Scootaloo was there already, Sweetie was not. Perfect. She skidded to a stop. Now what, though? She took the time to register more than Scootaloo's mere presence - still in a funk, probably about Rumble. So this'll be on topic.

"Hey." Scootaloo listlessly said. "You seem… eager."

"Yeah, I… just found something out." She glanced around. "Mrs. Cake, can we talk in the party room for a bit? And if Sweetie shows up, can you send her back? –– Thanks!"

Once they were back, Apple Bloom closed the door. "Princess Twilight found a magical mind control effect that hits certain ponies. And I think it hit…" Better start with the more certain one, and maybe move on to the more important one. "… me."

Scootaloo's eyes widened. "What? What does it do?"

"Makes you think these weird thoughts, and makes it easier to share them. Like… I… uh. Well, do you want to hear this really weird, gross thought that I've had for the past month or so?"

Scootaloo frowned. "Is the effect contagious?"

"No, looks like she figured out where it comes from, and it's one source."

"Then give me your best shot."

"Okay, you asked for it. So, there are a couple versions of this, but it all basically boils down to us over-feeding apples to a stallion and then he pisses out cider. Use his dick like a tap."

Scootaloo blushed and giggled. "That's sick."

"Yeah, and it gets worse. We have a cider day kind of event, only instead of us pressing cider and selling it to ponies who all get in line, we get a bunch of stallions and colts from the town and gorge them all on apples and they line up standing on four bales of hay, two piled in front and two in back with a gap between, and they're all in a line standing next to each other. Then mares walk under like the guys were a roof, with their dicks hanging from the ceiling. The hay bales are set up so there are glasses set on a tray under each one. The mares compare the flavors. Often, umm, drawing directly from the tap."

Scootaloo swallowed. "That's… umm. Seriously?"

"And once I had the idea of doing the process twice. So I over-drink on the 'cider', then I pee into a glass, and Tender Taps comes down from his spot and tries it and says 'nah, it's just regular piss. I'll take a gallon, though.'"

Scootaloo's eyes narrowed. "Are you just saying this to excuse Rumble?"

"It's true. Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye. This has actually been bothering me, along with things like it, ever since Flurry Heart asked me if I had a coltfriend."

"I don't remember her asking that."

"It was when we were at the fire in the snow, the three of us and Flurry and Rumble and Button Mash, and you headed off to the fillies' room and Button went to the colts' room, and you took a long time, and Flurry asked me then. But yeah, Rumble also heard."

They stopped as they heard hooves in the hall. Clop clop clop… the door opened, Sweetie walked in, and closed it behind her. "Why're you're back here?"

Scootaloo held up a hoof, then asked Apple Bloom, "If I understand you right, it ought to have hit Sweetie too."

Apple Bloom nodded.

Scootaloo gathered her thoughts and said, "All right. So, we were at the fire with Button Mash and Rumble and Flurry Heart…"

Sweetie ran up and hugged Scootaloo. "Sweet Celestia, it wasn't just me! I've been so fucking confused!"

Scootaloo blinked. "Ummm. Well, actually, it didn't hit me, but it hit Apple Bloom."

Sweetie backed up and looked Scootaloo in the eyes. "Doesn't matter. It's real, it wasn't just me. Thank you."

"Umm. I'm kind of afraid to ask, but what happened to you?"

"I… well, really, I just keep imagining having a ninesome with the three of us and the elements. Which has been really weird since I'm straight, and even though in real life I figure even odds the princess could give some of us dicks, she never does. Also, it's usually set before she was a princess, and we don't have our cutie marks."

Scootaloo frowned. "Okay. You're not asking to do that, right?"

"Of course not!"

"So you're still better than Rumble."

Apple Bloom cut in, "What did he ask you to do, anyway? You never said. Something over-the-top perverted, though."

"He wanted to hide in a cloud and I'd give him a wingjob and we'd aim at ponies." She gagged.

Sweetie frowned. "He just up and asked you for a wingjob, and on top of that it was one that crazy and wrong? Wow, there really is no defense for that."

Scootaloo blushed. "It didn't happen quite like that. Umm."

Applebloom and Sweetie Belle looked on. Apple Bloom hesitantly suggested, "Did he suggest that while you were giving him a wingjob?"

Scootaloo nodded.

Sweetie gasped. "You never told us!"

"I would have told you all about it but I'd instantly dumped him! So that kind of seemed more important, and yeah, I was embarrassed to have screwed up so badly."

"But if it's a magical mind effect…"

"Then he can get it fixed and then we can date again. I suppose we need to let him know about it, and I can let him know that once he's better we can get together again, maybe."

Apple Bloom nodded. "Seems like a good plan. So, uh, Sweetie, has this impacted your time with Button?"

Sweetie swallowed. "Probably indirectly. He was barely in my fantasies, except that once we did the orgy at his place and he was playing games and kind of ignored everything going on around him. His mom gave us all celery and carrot sticks and drinks, and didn't seem to care what we were all doing."

Apple Bloom mused, "I wonder if that's a comment on how you're doing."

"Pretty sure it isn't. He always pauses when I want to talk, and doesn't seem to mind. He even pauses to start talking, sometimes."

Scootaloo giggled. "Now that's true love."

Sweetie giggled back. "Though, I've sat behind him while he's playing and touched myself a little. Nowhere close to finishing. And I don't think I would have done that without all this."

Apple Bloom more soberly said, "Can we bring what we know to Twilight? She's trying to figure out the extent and effects."

Scootaloo lowered her head. "I think we need to get Rumble, too."

Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle concurred more eagerly, and they set out for his house. Apple Bloom took the lead and knocked. Thunderlane opened the door. "Sorry, Rumble can't play. He's grounded."

Apple Bloom swallowed and took the lead. "Ah. Umm. I don't suppose… shoot. We didn't want to play, we wanted to talk. And maybe take him to Princess Twilight for some magical healing."

Thunderlane stared for a few moments. "Healing?"

"Well, she doesn't have a cure yet, but she's gathering information and she may need to hear what he has to say."

"Why did she send you?"

"She doesn't know that he's affected yet, but we think he is. We were going to bring him."

Thunderlane shut the door; they could hear him shout for Rumble, and a muffled conversation. Momentarily, the door reopened and Rumble came out, his forehooves soaked and somewhat soapy. He didn't quite meet Scootaloo's gaze; though she was more perplexed than upset now, her features did not make this distinction clear. Thunderlane closed and locked the door behind them. The Crusaders shared a confused look at the unexpected level of security. He turned to them and said, somewhat unnecessarily at this point, "All right, we'll go to Princess Twilight."

The five of them walked unenthusiastically to the crystal tree. Just as they came to the door, Twilight came up behind them. "Hello! Are you looking for me?"

Thunderlane said, "These three said Rumble is afflicted with some sort of disease or something and you're investigating it."

Twilight's eyes widened. "Yes. Yes, I am investigating a magical affliction that could very well have affected him. May I interview him privately?"

Thunderlane relaxed, the story verified, and nodded. "Will it be more than a few minutes?" Twilight shrugged, so he continued, "Then send him directly home. If he hasn't finished cleaning by dinner… well, you had better have kept him here until 5 at least." To Rumble - "Got it?"

Rumble nodded. Thunderlane backed away and then took off.

Twilight took a deep breath and guided them in to a smallish side room. "So! Rumble… hmm. Well, I can understand how you might be a bit uncomfortable sharing what I'm about to ask with me."

Apple Bloom laughed out loud. "Yeeeah."

Twilight continued, "Would you prefer to have the girls here, or we talk alone?"

Rumble numbly nodded, then clarified, "Stay?"

Sweetie snickered. "You may end up regretting that."

Twilight sat tall. "Have you, in the past few months, experienced any unusual, unexpected, strange, intrusive, persistent thoughts about…"

"Yes! I can't take it any more!

"Oh. What are they?"

"I want to, umm. Well, I don't want to want it, but I want to anyway…" He glanced at the girls.

Apple Bloom laughed. "Mine is drinking piss and liking it."

Sweetie added, "So the bar for us to consider you depraved is pretty high."

Rumble swallowed. "Spread my sperm on everything. Everypony. Sometimes I imagine that I come like the Smooze on a rampage, engulfing the town. Sometimes I imagine I paint with it. Sometimes it's a flavor. Usually becomes very popular, ponies flocking from all over Equestria to experience it."

Twilight nodded. "Ah. That fits."

Apple Bloom added, "And it explains why you smell like semen."

Everypony stared at her. Scootaloo hesitantly asked, "Why do you know what semen smells like?"

"I live with Sugar Belle and Big Mac. I'm surprised I'm not an aunt to two already, and it's only been seven months. I begin to doubt her fertility. I don't think I've seen her tail clean since they got married. I've slipped on it in the hall."

Twilight coughed. "All right, everypony, while it's wonderful to have way too much information about the habits of a married couple, maybe we could steer things back on track. When did this start, Rumble?"

"Right after Princess Flurry Heart asked Apple Bloom if she had a boyfriend."

"How soon after?"

"Like, five minutes? As soon as I let my mind wander."

"I see."

"Is there something you can do?"

"Have you kissed anypony since then?"

Rumble nodded.

"Romantically?"

Rumble nodded.

Twilight's lips pursed and she growled lightly. After a moment, she realized what she looked like and said, "Sorry, just, there went my best lead on solving this. Or maybe it's a big clue. How old was the one you kissed romantically?" Rumble looked to Scootaloo. "Okay, it was Scootaloo?" They nodded. "So, basically the same age." They nodded.

Twilight took a deep breath. "Try me. No romance, just let's kiss and see if that takes care of it. If you're okay with the experiment."

Rumble swallowed. He looked to Scootaloo, who chuckled. She raised her chin, gesturing him forward. "If this cures you, we're back on."

Rumble nodded, newly fortified, and approached Twilight. She paused. "I can't believe the first time I kiss a colt, it'll… literally be a colt. Oh well. For science."

The crusaders stared intently as they touched lips. Twilight added a little pressure. Rumble pivoted his head as if to go deeper, but Twilight pulled away. "No need for tongue, kid. I've established that much."

He coughed and chuckled. "Okay." They resumed.

After five seconds, Sweetie cut in, "Well?"

Twilight considered. "I'm pretty sure it's weakened?"

Rumble's eyes widened. "It got you too?"

Twilight nodded. "Again. Three times ought to be enough, reportedly. Perhaps less."

Their second kiss was longer, not interrupted by an unwanted move; after a full twenty seconds, Rumble broke it off. He sighed. "I'm free."

A sigh of relief broke out around the room. Scootaloo hugged him. "Great!"

Twilight frowned lightly. "I feel… almost free. Can we have one more? Er… when you two are done…"

Sweetie had approached. "Can I?"

"Uh. Okay."

So Twilight and Sweetie Belle kissed for a good ten seconds, and Sweetie's eyes widened. "It worked."

Apple Bloom snickered. "So now that you've kissed her, you don't want to. Maybe you should have started at the other end." Sweetie gave her a straight kick to the shoulder with her rear leg. "Ow."