In the Heat of the Night... No, Sweetie Belle, We Are NOT Having a Siesta! ( >д<)

"I think we should definitely go get somepony," Scootaloo said. It had been five minutes in the club-house since Applebloom disappeared.

"What are we gonna tell them—Applebloom disappeared while we were doing a forbidden magic spell in a book we stole from Twilight's library?" Scootaloo asked.

"Well we have to do something! Applebloom's been gone for like, an hour, and she might never come—"

This time the breeze was felt by everypony present. Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo. And there, now. Applebloom. She looked...

"Applebloom! You're safe!" Sweetie dropped the book she'd been studying for any hint at Applebloom's location and ran over to her friend to hug her. She paused just as she stepped near. "Woah," she said. "Applebloom, you look—"

"Different?" Applebloom finished, smirking. That was an understatement.

First, there were the wings. Not as long and slender and commanding as Desmona's had been, but certainly impressive for a filly of Applebloom's size. They were black too, with a shimmery silver glow along the edges. There was Applebloom's new tail, pointed and sleek and curved, and... were those fangs?

Scootaloo couldn't take her eyes off the new Applebloom. Ponies appearing, disappearing, or reappearing with vampire fangs... it was already a way beyond normal Nightmare Night.

"Did you two miss me?" Applebloom asked with a giggle. She held a hoof up to her new teeth, letting them shine out just from behind under the dim lamplight of the clubhouse.

"Of course we did, dummy! We were super worried about you!" Scootaloo said. "What the heck happened when you said that spell?"

Applebloom's fangs gleamed as a hint of moonlight hit them from the window.

"Let me show you," she said.

The first thing Scootaloo began to notice was the heat. The club-house was normally quite cool and damp, and since Sweetie's failed attempt to install a heating system had almost resulted in a forest fire... why was it so hot all of a sudden? Like the whole room had started heating up...

Then there was the smell. It wasn't anything Scootaloo could put her hoof on, nothing she was sure she'd smelled before, except maybe... she put an awkward hoof between her legs and felt the tiny bit of moisture that had begun to gather there.

"Oh," she said quietly.

The last thing was Applebloom. She was here now. Not just back but—here. In front of Scootaloo's face.

"Hi," Applebloom said.

"Uh... hi," Scootaloo said. She looked around the room, to see if she was the victim of some kind of Nightmare Night prank (Applebloom was definitely cunning enough for the long con), but there didn't appear to be anypony lurking in the shadows... and her heart was beating faster, she could hear it in her ears. What was Applebloom—

"Kiss me," Applebloom said, her breath hot on Scootaloo's face.

"What?"

"What?!" Sweetie Belle squealed from the other side of the room.

Applebloom just leaned forward.

As though she'd been the one practicing, Scootaloo felt herself leaning as well, her lips finding a natural place with Applebloom's, like they fit just there. Applebloom's lips were different too—a deep scarlet, like lipstick—and they were hot, and wet, and smothering, but intoxicating, like a food she couldn't stop eating, she could barely get her next breath in before—

Applebloom ran a hoof along Scootaloo's back, fluffing the feathers of her wings and rubbing softly at the base of her tail.

Sweetie Belle couldn't keep herself away. She wanted to know what was going on.

"Why are you two..."

The second she came within a foot of the lip-tangled pair, Sweetie Belle felt it. The heat. The lightning setting her fur on end. The... funny feeling in her special bits. Her 'cunny' was all... funny.

"Applebloom, what did you..." Sweetie's question trailed off as she took in the sight in front of her. Memories of the soft, squishy play-acting that kissing had seemed like with Applebloom flooded her consciousness, but they seemed stronger now, and she remembered a funny feeling from back then too. She wondered if Scootaloo was feeling a funny feeling like that now. She looked, and could tell almost immediately that Scootaloo was coping with just as much sudden excitment in that area as she was. And now Applebloom's hoof was—

"Ohmigosh, Applebloom!" Sweetie Belle's voice hit it's highest pitch, bouncing off the walls of the clubhouse and drowning her own ears in the sound of her pleasure. She'd never made sounds like those ones before, but she'd heard them sometimes from her sister's room, when she had colt-friends to visit. She always said they were getting excited playing video games... but then would always refuse to let Sweetie play when she asked afterwards. So what was... that was the best feeling ever. Was that what Applebloom had learned on Nightmare Night? Because if so, it seemed like a pretty good deal.

"Don't think I forgot about you, Sweetie," Applebloom drolled, her soft, sultry mouth suddenly next to Sweetie's ear. Sweetie felt the tickle of a tongue on her earlobe, and a jolt ran up her whole spine, starting at the epicenter of the touch and running all the way down between her legs.

"Applebloom... are you going to help us get our Nightmare Night cutie marks too?"

That was the last bit that was different. Applebloom's flank, no longer bare. A inverted cross, with bat-wings.

Applebloom gave her a fanged smile. "Do you like it?"

"What does it mean?" Sweetie asked, feeling the heat more intensely than ever.

"It means I can do this."

Applebloom raised her forelegs up and held one hoof out on either side of her head. A veil of dark smoke began to gather out of nowhere, swirling around Applebloom's hindquarters like an intricate dress, spinning ruffles and flourishing fragments beginning to disappear, just like she had, until...

"You're a colt now?" Sweetie squealed, eyes bulging wide.

Applebloom shook her head side to side slowly, still smiling with nefarious fangs. "Uh-uh. I can do this—" she gestured to her new, floppy appendage "—whenever I want." Her grin beamed. "And a lot more too."

"Like what?" Scootaloo asked. She hadn't moved, but the second Applebloom's cock had appeared, her eyes had been glued to it. For no reason she could describe, it looked both cooler than a new skateboard and nicer than a... sweeter than a... it looked hot, okay? It looked frickin' hot! I know everypony thinks I'm a les, a les... a lesbinem, okay, but I don't care, I wanna see what a dick feels like, I wanna see what a cock feels like. I wanna have that horsecock from that Applebloom in these hooves right now or I'm going to stop narrating my thoughts and do something about it. Applebloom are you listening?

"Like this."

Scootaloo felt the 'swoosh'—she would describe it as a 'swoosh', perhaps magical in nature—scoop her up and spin her, not so many times she couldn't keep track of where she was, but just once, so she was facing away from Applebloom. And then it plunked her back on the ground, face forward, backside bent up towards the object of her previous internal paragraph. The swoosh spread her legs for her, giving her free reign to drip girl-juice all over her own pony-pussy and the floor of the club-house. Sweetie Belle had joined the party in the department as well.

"Just relax," Applebloom said, her voice barely above a whisper. A cool mist seemed to float out from her wings, the same color silver as their edges, slipping into the air, permeating it like a fog.

Scootaloo inhaled and felt a mouthful of the fog fill her lungs. She swallowed and all her body and fur began to tingle, like they were sparkling from the inside. Her underage hole was desperately begging for attention, winking furiously as Applebloom pressed the tip of her brand-new Nightmare Night cock-head against it. Scootaloo thrashed and rocked her hips up, but it was no use—Applebloom was in control, and she was taking it slow.

First just the very tip. The first anything Scootaloo had ever had inside her little pussy.

"What does it feel like?" Sweetie blurted out, unable to contain her excitement. Who doesn't love sentences like these where you explain how the character feels after you describe it? Cut it out Applebloom. Sweetie's hoof found its way between her legs, and she began rubbing herself softly, just above the top of her special place. It felt so warm, so good. Why did it feel so...

"Shut up and lemme feel it first!" Scootaloo yelled back. Applebloom had worked in maybe an inch, and Scootaloo was feeling it. She'd never felt anything like this, never imagined something could make you feel this good. She'd never felt the urge to use a list of adjectives to describe how she felt so much. This is what it is. This is better than a cutie mark. I want it. Please. More.

Applebloom was squinting a little bit, like she was balancing something with difficulty on the end of her nose. She concentrated very hard as she slid forward, but the feeling her face was articulating didn't seem to go away. Her grimace of concentration shifted into an 'uh-oh'.

Apparently magick cocks take some getting used to.

Scootaloo felt like she was still counting breaths between inches forward when she noticed her little cunny getting a lot warmer—and a lot wetter—all at once. Sticky, too, like somepony was dumping a lot of hot sugar, or—

Applebloom's couldn't keep her eyes open—she shut them hard as she tried to pull back and out of her friend. She didn't know what the effect of magick-slash-possibly-demonic-pony-semen might be on her friend, but she had a feeling it could be the start of a whole new mess. With a lot of luck, she managed to pull out all the way before the tingling surge she felt in her balls—and yes, she had a set of those too now—began to overtake her. This was different than a filly's orgasm, it felt, kind of more urgent, like it was a big mallet hitting her in the back of the head all of a sudden, and, whether she liked it or not, she was—

"Cumming," Applebloom mouthed, as though the word would have any importance to her friends. It was a load in proportion to the size of Applebloom's new, and very generously sized cock—that is to say, absurd, for a filly her size. Scootaloo saw Applebloom's cock jerk as it began to spray a huge, sticky load of white cream all over Scootaloo's bare pussy. A lot of it went up and began to drip down her stomach. The rest pooled between her legs, where it began to join her own juices on the wooden floor. And for some reason, she knew she needed to taste it.

Like she was watching her own hoof, possessed, Scootaloo reached out to grab a bit of the white goop. She brought it too her mouth slowly, but without hesitation, opened wide, and licked her hoof clean. Sweat began to gather on her forehead. Her wings fluffed out, like someone had turned the temperature up in a very specific smelling sauna. The feeling between Scootaloo's legs got even worse. And she hadn't even gotten full.

"Can you teach us to do that?" Sweetie Belle asked, staring open-mouthed at the still-twitching black cock between Applebloom's legs. A thick dribble of cum leaked from the tip of the head down to the floor. Splat.

Applebloom, breathing heavily, nodded.

"Uh-huh. All you gotta do is... say this with me."

Sweetie Belle looked to Scootaloo, who looked to Applebloom, who looked back to Sweetie Belle. Cutie Mark Crusaders rule.

"'Cum adolescit vetiti fructus in tenebris'."

"'Cum adolescit vetiti fructus in tenebris'," came the dual echoes back.

The smoke. Like burning of a whole city, enveloping. Coughing, like ash, and still the smoke, it was winding, everywhere, it took up the whole room, everything was evaporating—

No. Just them. Winged. Slender. Desperate for each other.

"Wow," Sweetie Belle said first. She flexed her new wings. She'd never had those before.

"Wow." Scootaloo looked between her legs. She'd never had one of those before.

The room settled for a moment. It reeked of tealight's burning and wet filly-fur and hot sex and the strange silver incense that seemed to seep from all the girls' wings now. Nopony said anything for a moment.

"Do you wanna put it in?" Sweetie Belle finally piped up, laying on her back and gesturing towards Scootaloo's new hanger.

Scootaloo nodded hungrily. "Uh-huh." She made her way toward Sweetie's waiting cunny like a starving wolf, and took a second to stare at her prize before she had her feast.

Sweetie's little pony-pussy was soaked, yes, but seemed a special kind of soft. Her creamy white fur looked a lot like Scootaloo's pussy had after getting covered in a load of Applebloom's jizz. Except, when Scootaloo ran her hoof along Sweetie's slit, there was no thick goop like the kind that had shot out of Applebloom's cock. Instead, Sweetie's silky fur slid under her hoof, and Sweetie squealed and arched her back, letting Scootaloo's hoof slide all the way down her slit. She traced it back up, noticing the way Sweetie shivered every time she seemed to hit a special spot.

"Ooh... that feels so good. If... if it feels this good, then what is that gonna feel like?" Sweetie managed a weak point at Scootaloo's now heavily engorged member.

"I bet it's gonna feel real good," Scootaloo said, lining up her shot. She wasn't as patient as Applebloom. She wanted in.

"Oh, Scootaloo!" Sweetie thought it was cheesy, but she couldn't help her self. She threw her forelegs forward and wrapped them around Scootaloo's surprisingly strong frame as Scootaloo began to, and finished burying her brand new cock inside one of her best friend's pussies.

"Holy cow! This feels way different than usual. It's like... cool!" Scootaloo felt a warm fog pass through her, making her forget only about body movements. Hips back, line it up, press the head there... watch it sliiiide in, parting Sweetie's cute white little lips into bright pink as it went... bury yourself inside that sweet little cunt, and—

"Fuck! That feels so good!"

"Scootaloo! Don't... d-don't swear..." Sweetie Belle protested. She put a hoof to her mouth to try and stop her frantic squeaking as Scootaloo pounded her pussy into next week, but it didn't do much. Either the silver mist was doing a good job muffling, or everypony in a three mile radius was hearing what Sweetie Belle sounded like taking her first big, hard cock.

"Why don't we give her mouth something to do so she can't use it for swearing?" Applebloom asked. With a wave of her hooves, her cock and balls vanished, returning her equipment to its original state—minus the strands of cum dripping from her to the floor, anyway. Yes, having a stallion's tackle felt different, even amazingly different—but Applebloom had done a lot while she was gone that she had yet to tell her friends about. And, more than anything, she wanted Scootaloo's mouth on her pussy. Now.

Scootaloo opened her mouth like a dog as Applebloom took a position over her face. No words were necessary—both ponies knew absolutely what their hearts and bodies wanted. The minds weren't necessarily in on the decision, but they were very happy about it regardless.

"Yessss... that's it," Applebloom said, hissing slightly, like a certain bat-winged pony she had recently met. "Put that mouth to good use."

"Mmmm..." Scootaloo couldn't talk, but she still managed to groan and murmur into Applebloom's cunt as she lapped at it. Her tongue was hungry, tasting between Applebloom's lips for a while before deciding to detour to her clit. It was no longer the first time somepony had touched there, but Scootaloo doing it felt world's better. This was her friend, somepony she knew and trusted and loved. Somepony who was currently railing their other best friend so hard it looked like she might lose consciousness. Wholesome, family-friendly Nightmare Night fun.

Sweetie had given up on containing her noises utterly, and was just grunting them, muffled, into the wood floor over and over again. Scootaloo had both hooves on her hips and was slamming into her mercilessly, apparently too in love with the feeling of the rough impact to stop.

"Scoots... I t-t-think I'm g-gonna..." Sweetie's words stuttered with the timing of Scootaloo's thrusts interrupting. "My... s-special place—"

"Your pussy!" Applebloom yelled at, mashing her pussy even harder into Scootaloo's face. Scootaloo met it with a vigor equal to her pounding, lapping furiously at Applebloom's clit as though possessed. Applebloom ran her hooves through Scootaloo's mane as she moaned, and threw her head back.

"—my p-pussy!" Sweetie shouted, her voice reaching before unheard of volumes. "It f-f-feels, so, s-so, g-good..."

Sweetie couldn't hold out any longer, and neither could her voice. They broke at once, Sweetie squealing higher up until she hit silence. Her legs wrapped around Scootaloo as she came, her special pl—her pussy squeezing like never before, wrapping around Scootaloo's big, brand new, fantastic cock, as it slammed in and out of her.

"Mmmph!" Scootaloo murmured. "Mmghmmna—"

"Me too," Applebloom said, her voice shrinking down to a murmur.

Scootaloo didn't have Applebloom's precautionary instinct, and besides a lot more stamina, opted not to pull out. The visual effect was not entirely different. Scootaloo came so much it looked like a flood, gushing out of Sweetie's still winking pussy as her hips bucked upwards. Scootaloo rocked her hips back and forth, buried as deep as she could get, as she felt the new sensation of her balls unloading load after load of sticky cum inside her friend. Her whole body seemed to seize with the effort. She could barely pull out, but then, did. Her cock twitched, once, and loosed a last spurt of jizz that hit Sweetie on the cheek. Scootaloo fell backwards as Sweetie's legs relaxed their grip.

Applebloom, huffing, stood up from where Scootaloo's face had been, walked slowly to the wall of the clubhouse, and lowered herself carefully onto the floor, sitting on her butt, her hind legs slightly crossed. Her cunt still sticky with her own cum and Scootaloo's girl-juice.

Sweetie who had almost passed out had, actually, passed out. Her eyes had rolled back in her head as she was cumming, and now she was out like a light, snoring sweetly like a little marshmallow with an ice-cream mane.

Somewhere far above the clubhouse, in the last glint of the moon before a swathe of clouds envelopes it, a winged pony gives a knowing, fanged smile.