Scootaloo is a colt. He used to think that was fairly obvious. That was months ago, though, back when his mane was shorty, dirty and boyish, when his voice was raspy and scratchy, when he didn’t do much that could reasonably be construed as girly, save for keeping mainly fillies as company.
But things were different now. Rather than just passively ignoring his perceived gender, letting people believe what they want without bothering to correct them, now Scootaloo actually leaned into it. He didn’t just let ponies think he was a girl, he would intentionally make them believe it. He had changed his hairstyle, curling it and using a fair amount of product until it more closely resembled Sweetie Belle’s, he had begun staying clean and fresh with a selection of special soaps and shampoos (something else he had borrowed from Sweetie), and he even found himself wearing hair bands, makeup, and dresses whenever he could (like the pale pink one he wore now, with an adorable sash around the waist tied up in a little bow). Scootaloo had gone from androgynous tomboy to a perfectly pretty little filly princess.
And it was all thanks to Big Daddy Mac.
“Come on, Mac! It’s been ages!” Scootaloo moved throughout the barn, just on Big Mac’s heels as he worked. The farmer didn’t respond, just kept on tossing hay bales from the floor to the wagon, to be transported into town come morning. “I’ve been waiting all week!”
“Boy, don’t you know I’ve got a family to take care of?” grunted Mac tiredly. “I don’t got time to just stop what I’m doing to play with you.”
“That didn’t stop you before,” pouted Scootaloo. “Come on, when are we ever gonna get a chance like this again? AJ is out doing Friendship Map stuff, Bloom is on her way to Sweetie’s for the night, we’ve got the whole place to ourselves!”
“I got a wife and a son, kid. Fluttershy needs me.”
“You can bring her, too, I don’t care. I just need you now.”
“What has got you so riled up, anyway?” asked Mac. Though his words were firm and unwavering, his tone and body language were a different story. Scootaloo knew that tone, it meant he was convincing Mac. “Been messing around at school or somethin’?”
“Yuh-huh. This boy in my class, Button Mash, he said I looked super pretty today,” said Scootaloo, absolutely glowing with joy. “He promised to give me one of his rarest trading cards if I gave him a kiss behind the school.”
“And?”
“I kissed him like he asked, and he started to get hard, so I sucked him too!” Scootaloo grinned at the way Mac chuckled, his deep, booming voice sending shivers down his spine. “Are you proud of me?”
“Hm. Dirty little filly,” said Mac with a tiny grin. Scootaloo felt his heart soar when Mac approached him. “Fine. I’ll take a go on you, real quick like. If I get in hot water with the missus, then—”
“Hot water?”
Mac paused, glancing over his shoulder to see the love of his life slowly approaching. Fluttershy was visibly tired, the strain of newly becoming a mother taxing her in ways she hadn’t experienced before, but she worked through it all with a smile. Just as everypony thought, she was a natural mom, and even while so tired she had that beautiful, joyous glow to her. She neared Big Mac, nuzzling up against his neck and pecking him on the cheek.
“Hi, honey. I just put Bright Mac down for the night,” purred Fluttershy. “Hello, Scootaloo. Oh, your hair looks different. Have you been using that conditioner I got you?”
“Yep! It’s so good, makes my mane so nice and shiny!” said Scootaloo animatedly. Fluttershy giggled, nodding her head in understanding.
“That’s wonderful to hear. But what were you talking about earlier? Something about me being upset with Mac? What are you two getting into?”
“Mac is gonna fuck me now!”
Fluttershy’s brows went up, tilting her head at Scootaloo, then at her husband, who had decided to avert his eyes for the time being. After a moment, she let out another chuckle, nudging Mac with her hoof.
“Why would I be upset about that?” asked Fluttershy curiously.
“That’s what I said! He said he has to take care of you and Bright Mac, and he was all busy and junk,” said Scootaloo with a shrug. “But he’s never been too busy to fuck me before!”
“Well, he didn’t have a son to take care of before, either. That’s a lot of work, you know.” Fluttershy trotted across the barn, shutting the doors and latching them closed before returning to her stallion’s side. “But… Scootaloo is right, Mac. You’ve always taken out time for him before. You shouldn’t stop now.”
“I was thinking that you and me—” began Mac, stopped by a raised hoof from Fluttershy.
“You and I have all night, and I know you don’t tire out easily. I’m sure you can find the time and energy to see to us both.” Fluttershy giggled again, gently pushing Mac forward. “Besides, it’s been so long since I last got to see you two have fun."
"See? I told you it'd be okay!" Scootaloo wiggled his hips in anticipation, his little cock hard between his legs. "C'mon, c'mon, give it to me!"
"Alright, alright, take it easy," said Big Mac, shaking his head. "Why don't you come get me ready and then we can—"
Mac didn't have a chance to get another word out before Scootaloo was on him, diving between his big, sturdy legs and trying to get at Mac's cock. A bit taken off guard, Mac had to grab the boy by the tail, giving him a firm yanking and pulling him back. Scoot let out a tiny moan, but stood on the ground where Big Mac put him.
"Sorry, Big Daddy," said Scootaloo, his tail swishing impatiently underneath him. "I just want you so bad!"
"You can't really blame him," giggled Fluttershy, guiding Mac down to a seated position. Now that he had his legs splayed out, his thick, sturdy cock was able to be seen standing proudly. Scootaloo's mouth watered at the sight—and the smell—of Mac’s impressive stallionhood, his big, heavy balls glistening slightly with sweat. It was all he could to stop himself from hopping on Mac’s cock right there. “You’re the one who encouraged him to get in touch with this side of himself. You have to let him satisfy himself from time to time.”
“I know, I know,” said Mac, rolling his eyes. “Jus’ didn’t think he’d be this needy…”
“It serves you right for being so handsome.” Fluttershy nuzzled against her husband, the two sharing a laugh for a moment before she gave Scootaloo a tiny nod of approval. Taking that as his cue, Scootaloo scrambled forward, immediately wrapping his lips around one of Mac’s hot, musky, intoxicating balls. The salty, masculine taste of Mac’s skin drove Scootaloo wild, and he was desperate for more. He slobbered messily on Mac’s sack, taking in as much of his essence as he could before licking up the length of the big, meaty cock and finally wrapping his lips around the flare. “Mmm, poor colt. He’s starving, you’re not giving him the attention he deserves…”
Fluttershy put her hoof on Scootaloo’s head, gently pushing his head down onto Mac’s length. While Scootaloo had become quite practiced at serving his Daddy over these last couple of months, but Big Mac lived up to his name, and there was a lot of ground to cover. Scoot was certain that he could take it all by himself if he had time to get ready, but he didn’t really have an abundance of time to waste at the moment, and as such, he appreciated Fluttershy’s helping hoof. Even if he didn’t need her, it was nice to feel her presence, her gentle, motherly nature contrasting starkly with Mac’s rough, rowdy demeanor. Mac was the sort to pin Scootaloo down and pound his throat raw, but Fluttershy was softer, more tender, stroking her hoof through Scootaloo’s silky, shiny mane encouragingly.
“Wow, you’ve gotten almost half of him already!” cooed Fluttershy, smiling warmly both at the glow of pride from Scootaloo and the groan of pleasure from her husband. “I think you might be better at this than I am…”
“He ain’t better than you, hon,” said Mac, leaning over to kiss his wife. “Jus’... Different.”
“Good different?”
“I’ll show you just how good.” Mac let Scootaloo’s tiny lips make it to his medial ring before grabbing a fistful of his purple mane and yanking the boy back, forcing him to breathe for the first time since he had started. “Get out of that dress, filly boy, and show me that little ass of yours.”
“Yes, sir!” Scootaloo quickly stripped off his dress and folded it as neatly as he could, his hips wiggling and his tail swishing with excitement. When he had his dress squared away, he turned and bowed his head down, pushing his hips and, more importantly, his butt up for easy access. “Please, Mac…”
With a tiny shake of his head, Big Mac approached the colt, grabbing him firmly by the hip and pulling him in close. He prodded at Scootaloo’s tight, inviting hole before slowly forcing his cock forward and spreading him wide with his length. Though Scootaloo had taken Mac’s cock dozens, maybe even hundreds, of times by now, he still hadn’t entirely gotten used to the sensation. It hurt for a bit, but Scootaloo knew he could take it.
A low, shaky moan escaped the boy, his mind awash with pleasure. He felt so good, so full with Mac’s cock. Scootaloo never felt better than he did at times like this, never felt more himself. Even more so than the dresses, the shampoo and makeup, Scootaloo always felt the most feminine when Big Mac was abusing his little body, and he loved every single second of it.
“Heh. Boys.” Fluttershy gave a tiny chuckle at the sight of her husband slamming his hips forward, mercilessly pounding his little buttslut into the dirt. Unable to resist, Fluttershy felt her hooves wander, rubbing her wet, juicy cunt and letting out a tiny moan. “I love seeing my boys spending time with each other.”
Scootaloo’s tongue lolled out of his mouth, his hooves curling with every deep thrust of Mac’s cock. He moaned and whined like a bitch in heat, wordlessly begging for more as if his life depended on it. Mac had no problem in providing more, pinning Scootaloo down with a big, heavy hoof as he fucked him harder. He all but buried Scootaloo’s head in the dirt, his jaw clenched from the wonderfully tight, warm, convulsing hole around his cock. It was amazing just how snug the fit was, even after using Scootaloo’s ass so much over the last few months. Somehow, the boy was still as tight as ever, his coltpussy milking Mac for his cum.
A sharp, surprised gasp left Scootaloo as Mac suddenly pulled his cock free, stroking up and down his length swiftly. Scootaloo scrambled to his hooves, his shaky, trembling legs barely able to support him, and wrapped his lips around Mac’s fat cock. He moaned in delight at the taste of Mac’s flesh, mingled with his own essence, and slurped up and down the length of Mac’s dick. Scootaloo felt the flare of Mac’s cock swell, and a groan from the bigger stallion signaled that Scootaloo was about to receive his prize; Thick, hot, creamy ropes of cum burst from Mac’s dick, filling Scootaloo’s mouth with salty, bitter, delicious spunk. He did his best to gulp it all down, but it was a herculean task that Scootaloo wasn’t sure anyone could achieve. Cum burst from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin. Finally, when Scoot’s belly was good and full, Big Mac pulled his cock from the boy’s mouth, letting out a contented sigh as Scootaloo licked the last few beads of cum stringing from Mac’s cock.
“There, happy now?” said Mac, grinning in spite of himself. Scootaloo nodded as he slurped up the cum dripping from his lips, his eyes lidded and heavy with lust. “C’mon, now, I know you got better manners than that. What do you say, filly boy?”
“T-thank you, Big Daddy,” said Scootaloo wistfully. It didn’t matter to him right then that he didn’t get to finish, because he got something far more desirable than his cum: his Daddy’s. “Mmm, that felt so good…”
“I’ll be out to finish you off a little later,” said Big Mac, turning his eyes to his wife. Fluttershy bit her lip, still gently hoofing herself at her lover’s weighty gaze. “But right now, I’ve gotta handle my mare. Think you can wait out here for a bit longer?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Good girl. See you soon.” With great strength, Mac hoisted Fluttershy from the ground, tossing her over his back much to her surprise. She giggled, more than a bit impressed by the sudden display of power, and waved goodbye as Mac effortlessly lugged her out of the barn and towards the house. Scootaloo watched them go, only a tinge jealous that it wasn’t him being tossed over Big Mac’s shoulder.
With a satisfied sigh, Scootaloo shimmied back into his dress, laying on his side with his back against a nearby hay bale. He always felt a bit sore and achy after a session with Mac, and tonight was no different. It was a good ache, one that Scootaloo often longed for, but it also meant that he needed a bit of a rest. Maybe a quick nap to recharge while Mac had his way with Fluttershy. Scoot let his eyes flutter closed, his breathes growing longer, slower as he relaxed himself into a gentle half-sleep.
His catnap was quite short-lived, as he felt something wet and rough against his skin, licking up his hooves and finally under his dress. Scootaloo slowly stirred, sitting up slightly to see what was disturbing him. To his pleasant surprise, it was none other than the Apple family dog giving him a licking, with much of Winona’s focus dedicated to the pole between Scootaloo’s legs.
“Hey there, girl,” said Scootaloo, petting Winona gently and giving her a good scratch behind the ears. The collie yapped in appreciation before going right back between Scootaloo’s legs. “Ooh, you wanna play? Do ya, girl? You wanna play with me?” Winona barked excitedly, which was more than enough motivation for Scootaloo, who scooped Winona right up and pulled her closer to his chest.
Ever since Scootaloo’s first “play session” with Winona all those months ago, the two had become closer than ever. Even though she originally seemed to dislike being used in the way that she had been, she quickly warmed up to the idea. Now, it wasn’t unusual for Scootaloo to find a way to sneak off with the dog and have a bit of fun in secret.
With Winona being such a well-trained and obedient dog, it wasn't difficult for Scootaloo to turn and flip her around, turning her back half towards his face while leaving her mouth near his colthood. Scoot leaned forward and gave Winona's cunt a lick, savoring her taste. Not quite Big Daddy Mac, but still very, very good. Scootaloo could tell by the way Winona yapped and wagged her tail that she wanted more than just a tonguing, which was something Scoot would be more than happy to provide. He turned the little collie around, holding Winona tightly and pulling her into position.
“Hey! Get yer hooves off my dog!”
Scootaloo was so focused on getting into Winona that he hadn’t heard the barn door open, nor did he hear the small, quiet hoofsteps of the approaching filly. As soon as Scootaloo heard Apple Bloom’s voice, he let out a tiny yelp, releasing his grasp on Winona and scrambling away. Apple Bloom stomped her way over, the fury on her face almost palpable.
“Who the heck do ya think you are, just comin’ into my barn and grabbin’ my…” Apple Bloom slowed down in her tirade as her eyes adjusted to the dim light, and she could make out exactly who she was looking at. “Wait a sec… Scoot?”
“H-hey, AB.” Luckily for Scootaloo, it appeared that Apple Bloom hadn’t seen much in the dark, aside from somepony holding Winona. That was close. “You scared me!”
“Sorry, Scoot. Didn’t expect ya to be here…” Apple Bloom continued her approach, trying to get a good look at Scootaloo. “I didn’t really recognize you, either. Guess I’m not used to seein’ you dress like that just yet.” She blushed faintly, unable to meet Scootaloo’s gaze. “You look… nice.” Scootaloo couldn’t help but grin when he heard that.
“Thanks, Bloom! Sweetie has been helping me dress and accessorize and whatever. I think I’ve been pulling this whole filly thing off pretty well, huh?” Scootaloo bounced her tightly curled locks with her hoof, smirking at how good it felt to be a pretty little filly. Slowly, it occurred to Scootaloo that Apple Bloom shouldn’t be here. “Wait… I thought you were spending the night at Sweetie’s. What happened?”
“I just… You know, I don’t really wanna talk about it…” Apple Bloom let out a sigh as she ventured deeper into the barn, taking a seat beside Scootaloo. “It’s embarrassin’…”
“Did something happen?” asked Scootaloo. He was starting to get worried. To be this bashful and nervous, it wasn’t like Apple Bloom at all. For her to be this guarded and cagey meant that something had to be wrong. “What’s up? Was it Sweetie?”
“No, Sweetie ain’t do nothin’.” Apple Bloom could sense Scootaloo gearing up to ask more questions, so she made it her business to cut him off at the pass. “Look, I’ll tell ya, ya just have to promise not to tell anypony. Not even Sweetie.” She extended her hoof, which Scootaloo grasped and shook.
“Not even Sweetie, I promise.” Scootaloo shimmied a bit closer to Apple Bloom, until their shoulders were nearly touching. “So… What’s wrong?”
“Nothin’ is wrong. Just… I didn’t know it would feel this way,” muttered Apple Bloom. “Everything feels all crazy, and I just can’t think straight. And then I see you all the time, lookin’ all cute and pretty, and it makes everything even weirder, and I dunno how to deal with it!”
“Bloom?” said Scootaloo gently. He felt his face bloom with heat at the prospect of Apple Bloom finding him cute, but did his best to stay focused. “Are you talking about… Heat?” Slowly, bashfully, shamefully, Apple Bloom nodded. “This is your first one, huh?”
“Yeah. Applejack told me it’d be happening soon, but I thought I could just take it, y’know?” sighed Apple Bloom. “But I can’t. And I can’t… Do something about it, either.”
“Well, why not?”
Apple Bloom looked at her friend as if he had sprouted a second head. She waited for Scootaloo to give some indication that he was joking, but that indication never came. He seemed dead serious, which both confused Apple Bloom and made her just a tiny bit anxious.
“Uh, why not? Cause I can’t just go shackin’ up with some random pony off the streets? Cause I don’t got a clue what I’m doin’?” Apple Bloom shook her head, her cheeks tinged red and her eyes refusing to meet Scootaloo’s. “Cause I don’t even know what I like. I know I’m supposed to like colts, but… I don’t know, Scoot. Nothing makes sense! Why can’t I just—”
“Do you wanna, like, have a practice run?” asked Scootaloo. Apple Bloom tilted her head, confused. “With me, I mean. You trust me, right?” Apple Bloom slowly nodded, biting her lip gently. “So I’m not some random pony, you know me and trust me. I kinda know what to do, and maybe you can figure out what you like from me. Cause, y’know. I’m kinda like both? Besides, I already promised not to tell anypony, so if you don’t like it, we can just pretend this never happened.” Scootaloo paused, letting Apple Bloom mull things over for a bit. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna. Just… I wanna help, if I can.”
For a few seconds, neither Scootaloo nor Apple Bloom made a peep, not even locking eyes with one another. It was awkward, the weight of the situation testing the two’s friendship in a way it had never been tested before. Scootaloo knew that what he suggested was a big deal, and he didn’t want to force Apple Bloom into doing something she didn’t want to. All he wanted was to help Apple Bloom figure herself out, much like how Big Mac had helped him. And, if he could maybe have a secret, special, more intimate relationship with his best friend… Well, to Scootaloo, that would just be a welcome bonus.
“You swear you ain’t messin’ with me?” said Apple Bloom.
“I swear. I wouldn’t do that to you, AB. Promise,” said Scootaloo. He grinned slightly as Apple Bloom scooted even closer, their bodies pressed together at the shoulder.
“F-fine, then. We can… Sweet mother of Celestia, I don’t even know how you start this kinda stuff!” Apple Bloom let out a groan, burying her face in her hooves. “How in the wide world of Equestria do you know how to do this, Scoot?”
“Heh. Just picked some things up here and there.” Scootaloo knew he could trust Apple Bloom with his life, but he wasn’t sure how she’d react to the news that her best friend was her big brother’s fucktoy. “That doesn’t matter, though. Just trust me, stay calm… And kiss me.”
“K-kiss you?” stammered Apple Bloom. Scootaloo nodded, which only served to make Apple Bloom’s heart pound even harder in her chest. It all felt so bizarre to be in this situation, with one of her best friends no less. She never thought of Scootaloo like this before, always seeing him as a friend, family almost. A fellow Crusader. But, ever since Scootaloo had started embracing his feminine side, Apple Bloom couldn’t deny how cute she found him. How pretty he looked in his dress, how gorgeous his hair looked curled and styled like that. Apple Bloom shook herself firmly, squeezed her eyes shut, and gave Scootaloo a lightning-quick peck on his cheek. “There. Now what?”
“That’s not exactly what I meant,” chuckled Scootaloo. He tilted Apple Bloom’s face towards his own, smiling at the way she blushed. “Here, just close your eyes and…”
Scootaloo leaned forward, latching his lips onto Apple Bloom’s. While he didn’t have an abundance of practice at this (“making out” was one of the few intimate activities in which Scootaloo hadn’t been able to partake in with Mac), he did understand the general idea. Their kiss was a bit clumsy and awkward, as one could expect from two first timers, but the two slowly came into form. Apple Bloom felt as if something was clicking in her head, her instincts taking over as she kissed her friend. She moaned gently into Scoot’s mouth, her body shuddering at his touch. Slowly, Scootaloo’s hoof drifted down Apple Bloom’s barrel and between her thighs, gently rubbing against her teats. Scootaloo teased at Apple Bloom’s sensitive, developing nipples for a moment before bringing his hoof down a bit lower, brushing against her clit.
“Sweet Celestia…” Apple Bloom jerked away, her breath hitching in her chest. Scootaloo stopped, pulling back to make sure he hadn’t pushed her too hard, too fast.
“You okay?” asked Scootaloo.
“Y-yeah. Sorry. I just… Wow,” sighed Apple Bloom. “That was a lot to take in…”
“Yeah, it can be overwhelming. Do you wanna stop, or…?” After a moment to collect her breath, Apple Bloom shook her head.
“No. We can keep goin’.” Apple Bloom spoke shakily, but with an almost stubborn determination to her voice. Scootaloo cracked a grin, happy to see that Apple Bloom’s headstrong, competitive nature was still going strong in spite of the situation. She wasn’t about to let herself lose to this heat nonsense, because the Apple family didn’t raise quitters. “Just warn me next time, okay?”
“Okay. If you’re ready for more, I could…” Scootaloo craned his head down, bringing his face so close to Apple Bloom’s nethers that he could smell the thick, heavy, cloyingly sweet smell of her arousal. He could almost feel the way Bloom shivered and twitched from the warm breath against her sensitive mare bits. “I’m gonna ‘kiss’ you down here now, okay?” Apple Bloom gave a tiny nod, chewing gently on her lip as she felt Scootaloo inch closer and closer.
She let out a surprised, gasping moan as she felt Scootaloo’s tongue against her flesh, tracing around the border of her most sensitive area. Scootaloo kissed around Apple Bloom’s teats, up and down her inner thigh, slithering his tongue around her tight, sensitive, winking pussy. Apple Bloom buried her face in her hooves, panting with desire from the electric sensation of Scootaloo’s tongue against her cunt.
“Where the heck did you learn this?” asked Apple Bloom with a shaky chuckle, moaning slightly as her legs tensed around Scootaloo’s head. Scoot chuckled to himself, wondering how Apple Bloom would react to the truth. In reality, he had learned by watching, by being tied to a chair while Big Mac ravaged Fluttershy for hours on end before finally giving the fillyboy a turn. With no way to move or even touch himself, Scootaloo had managed to pick up on quite a bit.
Somehow, he didn’t think Apple Bloom would be happy to know that right then.
“Aunt Holiday had some grown-up magazines under her bed,” lied Scootaloo, coming up for air. “I found them one day when she was out with Lofty, and they told me all about this stuff. Had pictures and everything.” Scootaloo didn’t like lying to Apple Bloom, not least of all because she had a knack for sniffing out deceit. Luckily, hormones and lust were very effective at clouding the mind, and Apple Bloom was too distracted to realize that her friend was being dishonest.
“Mmm… What else did it tell you?” asked Apple Bloom. Scootaloo pulled his head up, licking Bloom’s juices from his lips while he pondered what should come next. The throbbing stiffy between his legs made his next step very clear in his mind.
“Okay, I’ve got an idea,” said Scootaloo. He shimmied over a bit and rolled onto her back, pulling his dress up a bit to reveal his stiff cock. “So… What you do now is, like, you kinda… Sit on me.”
“On… That?” Apple Bloom pointed at Scootaloo’s length, clearly a bit daunted by the idea. “I dunno, Scoot…”
“Well, you we can get there eventually, but that’s not what I meant. Not yet.” Apple Bloom tilted her head in confusion. “You know how we sometimes wrestle whenever we have something to prove?”
“Yeah. I always pin you,” said Apple Bloom with a tiny smirk. Slowly, she put two and two together. “Oh. That’s what you mean.” Scootaloo nodded. “And I guess I put my mouth on your… thing?”
“Mh-hm. If we do it this way, then we both get to feel good,” explained Scootaloo. “Is that okay? I don’t wanna…”
Scootaloo didn’t get much more out on account of Apple Bloom slowly rising to her hooves, trotting over and swinging one of her rear legs over his head. From this new position, Scootaloo could see Apple Bloom’s hot, tight, winking pussy above him, dripping sticky marecum down onto his muzzle. She gave Scootaloo a quick glance and, when he gave her an affirmative nod, lowered her hips down to sit on Scootaloo’s face.
While Scootaloo was definitely inexperienced in things such as this, studying Mac gave him a good start, and then his instincts took over; he grabbed at Apple Bloom’s hips and pulled her down, wiggling his tongue deep into her pussy, lapping at her core. Apple Bloom’s little body shivered with pleasure, a moan escaping her with every lash of Scootaloo’s tongue. Her whole body felt as if she had been set on fire, her every nerve supercharged with pleasure and desire. Not wanting to leave Scootaloo high and dry, she leaned forward and awkwardly took his cock into her mouth. She slurped up and down Scoot’s length, finding herself surprisingly enthralled by the taste of her friend’s flesh.
Though Scootaloo’s ministrations were amateur at best, that didn’t much matter to Apple Bloom’s hormone-filled body; even these sloppy, awkward, clumsy licks were enough to build that hot, burning pressure in the filly’s core. Scootaloo was certain Apple Bloom was close, so he did what he did whenever her brother was at his peak: Scootaloo went into double time, licking deeper, faster, more ferociously attacking Apple Bloom’s twat, tonguing her until she hit her limit.
Apple Bloom whipped her head back, letting out a low shaky moan as she came. Her entire body quaked and quivered as her cunt convulsed around Scootaloo’s tongue, spraying marecum onto his face. She clearly wasn’t ready for such an intense sensation, and she hopped off of Scootaloo not with relief or satisfaction, but instead with fear.
“Oof, you squirted a ton…” said Scootaloo, wiping his face to better see his friend. When he finally made eye contact with Apple Bloom, he could tell that she wasn’t quite at grips with herself just yet. “Bloom? Are you—”
Before he could finish his thought, Apple Bloom was gone, running out of the barn with her tail between her legs. Scootaloo scrambled to his feet to chase after her, but it was too late. By the time he made it to the door of the barn, Apple Bloom was long gone, running into the Apple’s house and slamming the door behind her.
“Aw, man…” Scootaloo hadn’t meant to make her react like that. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much he could do about it now. It was getting late, and Mac wasn’t out yet, so Scootaloo knew he had to start heading home in order to avoid his aunts’ wrath. He hadn’t even gotten the chance to cum, but that was rather far from his mind at the time. Mostly, he was worried about Apple Bloom.
Scootaloo straightened his dress and hair, then, with a heavy sigh, departed for home, all the while formulating a plan to make Apple Bloom feel better come the morning.
The next morning, Scootaloo got dressed in his favorite frilly yellow skirt and top, leaving home as soon as he could in hopes of catching Apple Bloom before she had to do her chores. Unfortunately, it seemed that the Apple family had a similarly early start, and the house had been cleared out by the time Scootaloo showed up. With a tiny frown, Scootaloo set off for the orchards in search of his friend.
Unfortunately for him, Apple Bloom was nowhere to be found. When Scootaloo checked the barn, he was met with Fluttershy (enjoying her new job of tending to the Apple family’s livestock), who said she had seen Apple Bloom heading for the orchards. After thanking her, Scootaloo set off to the farm’s expansive orchard. He searched for several minutes before bumping into Big Mac, who informed him that Apple Bloom had gone out into town to make a sale. A bit frustrated at being eluded a second time, Scootaloo didn’t even have the time, energy or focus to come onto Mac before heading out to Ponyville market.
Much like before, Scootaloo didn’t have an overabundance of luck there either. He scoured the small town for nearly twenty minutes in search of Apple Bloom, turning up nothing in all his looking. He was starting to feel like Apple Bloom was intentionally avoiding him. He had to find her soon, or who knew what might happen to their friendship?
One last tip from Diamond Tiara, who claimed to have seen Apple Bloom heading for the Crusader’s Clubhouse, set Scootaloo on one last attempt to track down his friend. If she wasn’t there, Scootaloo could only presume that to mean that Apple Bloom was going out of her way to avoid talking to him, and he couldn’t do much about that apart from giving her some space and waiting for things to calm down between them. As he approached the Crusader’s treehouse, Scootaloo hoped that it wouldn’t come to that.
“Maybe I should come clean to her about me and Mac…” mused Scootaloo, pacing in front of the treehouse. Perhaps Apple Bloom could sense that something was off about Scootaloo, that he was hiding something. The truth was bound to change their relationship, that much was certain, but perhaps it would change it for the better. Lying to anypony felt bad to Scootaloo, nevermind lying to his best friend. Still not certain as to what he would do, Scootaloo slowly trotted up the clubhouse’s ramp, slowly pushing the door open and stepping inside.
Laying in the middle of the clubhouse, snoring peacefully on the floor, was Apple Bloom, clearly exhausted from all of her chores. Scootaloo let out a sigh of relief, his fears and worries subsiding significantly. Of course, he should’ve known. Apple Bloom was known to find someplace to take a nap after a particularly hard day of work, work that would no doubt be made even more difficult on account of her condition. It shouldn’t have been surprising to find her here, sprawled out on her back and sleeping like the dead. Scoot closed the door and took a step towards Apple Bloom, intending to rouse her from her slumber.
“Mmm… Scootaloo…”
Scootaloo froze in place, but, to his surprise, Apple Bloom remained asleep. The filly tossed and turned in her sleep, mumbling and muttering under her breath as she did. Her rear legs twitched from time to time, occasionally baring her hot, winking pussy. Not even in sleep could the poor girl escape the demands of her growing body.
“So cute… Feels… good…” moaned Apple Bloom, still caught in the clutches of sleep. Scootaloo tilted his head curiously, surprised to hear those words come out of Apple Bloom’s mouth, sleeping or not. Maybe things weren’t as bad between the two as Scootaloo thought. It was beginning to seem like Bloom had just been frightened and alarmed by how her body felt, which was understandable. Scootaloo just wished Bloom would’ve stuck around the night before. He might have been able to help her with her heat in a more permanent manner.
“Well… Better late than never…” murmured Scootaloo. He approached Apple Bloom, dropping down onto the ground beside her. He nudged her shoulder gently, to no success. Apple Bloom had always been an incredibly heavy sleeper, so Scootaloo knew waking her up like this was a long shot. Although, given her ability to sleep through, well, anything, maybe Scootaloo could do what he had intended to do last night and help his friend with her condition. Given how she seemed to be moaning his name in her sleep, Scoot didn’t think Bloom would mind.
Gently, so as to not disturb or hurt Apple Bloom, Scootaloo pried the filly's legs apart, diving between her thighs and tracing his tongue up the gentle curve of her lower lips. He tenderly kissed around Bloom's teats, giving her nipples a little lick and suck before turning his attention lower, wiggling his tongue into Apple Bloom's pussy. The sleeping filly let out a tiny moan in her sleep, but didn't seem to be ready to stir just yet. Scootaloo savored the sweet, earthy, tangy taste of his friend's pussy before pulling himself away and hiking up his skirt.
"This is gonna feel awesome, AB. I promise," whispered Scootaloo, sliding up close to Apple Bloom and pressing his cock against her slick filly parts. The heat and softness of Bloom's pussy felt incredible, and it was all Scootaloo could do to stop himself from plunging his length into Apple Bloom right then and there. But, as he had learned from Big Mac and Fluttershy, going in too fast could potentially hurt a mare. While Scootaloo knew that his size paled in comparison to Mac's, it was better safe than sorry.
Careful though he resigned himself to being, Scootaloo couldn’t resist the call of Apple Bloom’s body any longer. He held Apple Bloom by the hip, holding her steady with one hoof and guiding his cock into her with the other. Scootaloo let out a moan as he entered the tight, hot, velvety pussy, absolutely amazed at how truly fantastic it felt. He lost himself, Apple Bloom all but sucking him in deeper, and Scootaloo couldn’t stop himself from rocking his hips slowly, gently piercing his friend and taking her first time.
“Sweet Celestia, you feel so much better than Winona!” moaned Scootaloo. For all his talk the night before about knowing what he was doing, he had never actually been with a mare before. His experiences in being the one to give stopped at his sessions with Winona and his time studying Mac and Shy. “If this is what a mare is like, I guess I can’t blame Mac for wanting Fluttershy so bad…”
Of course, he was still just a tiny bit jealous of Mac’s wife, but Scootaloo had more pressing matters on his mind.
Apple Bloom let out a moan in her sleep, some small, slumbering part of her mind aware of the pleasure arcing through her body. She fidgeted slightly in her sleep, inadvertently wiggling her hips forward and burying more of Scootaloo’s pole inside of her. Scootaloo bit his lip to stifle his moan, bucking his hips faster, deeper, harder. Apple Bloom looked so nice like this. So peaceful and serene, not to mention absolutely adorable. Scootaloo hadn’t given much thought about Apple Bloom romantically before then, but he couldn’t deny that she was a very pretty filly. Her soft, gentle features and big, bright eyes gave off an almost tangible aura of kindness and friendliness.
“Geez, AB… So tight…” Scootaloo fought to maintain a delicate balance, bucking his hips as quickly as he could without hurting or disturbing his partner. While he knew he wasn’t the biggest even by colt standards (he had learned behind the school that Button Mash was quite a bit longer and thicker), he was sure that he was giving Apple Bloom just what she needed; Still held tightly in the clutches of sleep, Apple Bloom moaned in sleep-addled pleasure, her body taking action despite her mind’s slumber. Her body twitched, a burning fire blossoming throughout her center. Scootaloo wasn’t too far behind, his hips jerking violently and with little conscious input on his part.
“I love you, AB…” Scootaloo didn’t even realize the words were leaving his mouth until they were out, and he felt Apple Bloom clench around him, her body jerking as she came in her sleep. Scootaloo let out a long, quiet, subdued moan as he erupted, spraying a few jets of thick, hot cum into Apple Bloom’s hot pussy, filling her fertile womb with his seed. With a tired huff, Scootaloo pulled himself out of Apple Bloom, collapsing in a heap beside her. He breathed deep, ragged breaths, his body entirely spent and covered in sweat.
“Hm… Scoot…?” Apple Bloom yawned lazily, slowly rising from her slumber. She pushed herself up on her elbow, glancing around tiredly. “What’re you doin’ here? I… I didn’t think you wanted to see me after last night.”
“Huh? Why wouldn’t I wanna see you?” Scootaloo turned over on his side to face Apple Bloom. “I’ve been looking for you all day.”
“Cause you said I… Er… squirted. A lot,” said Apple Bloom, her face blooming red. “I thought that meant… Well, I dunno what I thought it meant, but I thought I mighta did something bad. That you didn’t like me anymore, cause of my heat…”
“Heh. Funny you should say that… That’s actually why I’m here,” chuckled Scootaloo nervously.
“Hm? Whatcha mean?”
“Um… Promise not to be mad?” Scootaloo pointed at Apple Bloom, to her cum-stuffed pussy. Apple Bloom caught sight of the sight of her first creampie and cocked her brow. “I… I kinda fixed that already.”
“Ya couldn’t wait til I woke up?” asked Apple Bloom flatly.
“Hey, do you feel better or not?” said Scootaloo, pouting slightly. His pout cracked into a tiny grin as Apple Bloom wiggled her way over to him, leaning her head on his shoulder.
“Yeah. Way better. Thanks, Scoot.” Apple Bloom blushed slightly, then dove in to give Scootaloo a quick peck on the cheek. “Means a lot that you’d do this for me. Just… Can I actually be awake next time?”
“Next time?”
“Applejack said that heat lasts for like a week. I was hoping you’d, y’know. Stick around to help me out.” Apple Bloom nudged Scootaloo’s shoulder, smirking deviously. “Unless you’re too chicken to do me again.”
“You’re on,” said Scootaloo, matching Bloom’s grin. Slowly, awkwardly, he reached his hoof for Apple Bloom’s, clutching her hoof gently. “So… What now?”
“Hm… It must be gettin’ late. Mac is probably lookin’ for me,” sighed Apple Bloom. “Guess I gotta figure out what to tell him about… Well, this.”
Scootaloo smirked at the prospect of Big Mac discovering what he’d been up to with Apple Bloom. Now it seemed as if Mac wasn’t the only one with a mare to pay attention to.
“Oh, I think it’ll be okay.”
A few months later…
“C’mon, Bloom! They probably got started without us!” exclaimed Scootaloo, although he spoke mostly just to tease his fillyfriend. He had expected Apple Bloom to lag a bit behind on account of the extra cargo she now carried, and, to her credit, Bloom managed to keep up pretty well, considering.
“I’m comin, I’m comin…” Apple Bloom moved as quickly as she could, following Scootaloo down the little dirt path leading to the Apple family’s barn. She trotted a bit awkwardly, still not entirely used to the weight and size of her new baby bump. “Golly, I don’t know how Fluttershy managed to do this the first time ‘round, nevermind another…”
“If you’d just hurry up, you could ask her.” Scootaloo flashed Apple Bloom a grin, which she responded to with a gentle shove. She kissed him on the cheek as they followed the sound of moans and grunts as they neared the barn’s door. “See? Told you they’d start without us.”
“Just open the door, filly boy,” said Apple Bloom, rolling her eyes. Scootaloo nodded and, after a quick courtesy knock, pushed the door open.
“About damn time,” grunted Mac, glancing over his shoulder as the foals entered the barn. He was balancing on his rear legs, leaning against the wall for balance. Barely visible underneath him was the moaning, quaking, trembling form of Fluttershy. “They’re here, hon.”
“H-hello, Scootaloo, Apple Bloom,” moaned Fluttershy, barely able to think on account of how hard and deep Mac was currently reaming her. “How are you? Oh, sweet Celestia, yes…”
“Horny,” said Scootaloo. Apple Bloom elbowed him in the ribs. “But we’re good. Bloom is tired as all heck, though, so we came here to relax before she went down to rest.”
“Hm. By ‘relax’ did you mean ‘fuck until Mac is done with Shy’?” asked Mac with a raised brow. Scootaloo chuckled nervously, unable to stop his tail from swishing anxiously whenever he was around Big Mac.
“Mmmmaybe,” he said. “I bet you’ll have a round or two for me when the girls are all tuckered out, right?”
“Get in line, filly boy. Shy has me here for at least two more. She gets mighty hot and bothered when she’s pregnant.”
“Me too,” said Apple Bloom with a tiny grin. She bumped Scootaloo with her shoulder, nearly knocking him over in surprise. “So, how bout it, filly boy? Feel like helpin’ me out one more time?” Scootaloo grinned, amazed at how perfectly things had worked out. Now, he had a big, strong stallion to pound him silly, as well as a pretty filly to empty himself out into when he needed. On top of that, he had a nice family coming together. Things couldn’t be much better for Scootaloo, and he could hardly believe that this all happened because ponies kept thinking he was a girl.
“You’re on, AB!”
