That Time I conquered Equestria... As A Colt

Applejack didn’t know, what to think anymore. Within just two days had she learned that her sister and Frosty had formed a herd, just after having her taken from her, only to then have them brought back by Frosty. To say that she was conflicted was an understatement.

She set up a meeting with Frosty to face her confliction and as a cover-up she also invited Rainbow Dash and Rarity. Or was it because she also sought guidance from them? She didn’t even know that herself and while she wasn’t entirely comfortable with the setup just yet, she had to accept that Applebloom was growing up.

However, her worries kindled up yet again, when a letter arrived the day after. It was an invitation from Twilight to have some tea and discuss a few things, a normal invitation, really. Except for one sentence, one that made Applejack tense up the moment she read it:

‘Frosty might be dangerous.’

With mixed feelings, she stood in front of twilight’s library later that evening, nervously shifting from hoof to hoof. She was hesitant to knock, as she wasn’t quite sure if she really wanted to know what Twilight had found. That decision was not for her to make, though, as the door opened before she could even lift a hoof.

“Oh, hi Applejack, come in! Everypony is already waiting for you.” Spike greeted from behind the door.

Applejack saw Twilight, Fluttershy, Pinkie, Rainbow and Rarity sitting at a round table in the middle of the library. She walked in slowly, almost hesitantly and that hesitation was made even worse, when she saw the serious look Twilight was wearing.

“Applejack, darling! I’m glad that you could make it.” Rarity greeted.

“Yeah… to be honest with ya, ah can’t believe it mahself.” Applejack replied. “So, Twilight, what did ya mean with Frosty bein’ dangerous?”

“Exactly what I said.” Twilight answered. “I ran a few scans on him after he came back from the forest. The results are… strange, to say the least.”

“That doesn’t surprise me one bit, honestly. We have all seen what this colt is capable of, so being special just makes his story more believable.” Rarity remarked.

“I know and it’s not just him being special that worries me, but the ways how he is special.” Twilight clarified.

“Well, we’re all here. Shoot.” Rainbow urged.

“Okay, well for one, his age seems rather strange. Actually, using the singular here wouldn’t seem to be correct in the first place, as his biological age, his actual bodily age and the age of his soul seem to differ greatly from one another.” Twilight stated. “His biological age seems to be somewhere in his mid-teens, while his soul is actually 22 years old. His body, in turn, seems to only exist for a few days by now.”

A collective ‘WHAT?!’ echoed through the Library shortly thereafter.

“Wait wait wait, you mean that he’s actually 22 years old?” Rainbow asked quickly.

“Yes, that is what I just said.” Twilight confirmed.

Rainbow threw her hooves upward at that and cheered. “Woohoo! I’m not a paedophile!”

This earned her a round full of raised eyebrows.

“What? You gotta admit: He’s pretty awesome for being a unicorn.”

“Excuse me?! Are you saying that unicorns are in some way inferior?!” Rarity fumed.

“That doesn’t matter right now!” Twilight shouted. “I mean, I get it: the mental age can be ahead of the biological age when the subject is intelligent and I don’t doubt in the slightest that Frosty IS very intelligent… but how does his body only exist for a few days by now?! HOW?!”

Everypony went silent, none of them having an answer or even any kind of excuse for that.

“And that’s not the only thing that’s strange about him.” Twilight continued. “In addition to his strange age, I could not detect any mana in him, despite him being a Unicorn.”

“What?! Darling, are you sure that’s correct? You trained him in magic yourself, did you not?” Rarity cut in.

“Yes I did and I ran this scan multiple times for this exact reason, but the results were always the same… however, I think I know where he gets his power from: His soul is roughly 52.49 times as strong as a normal one.”

“’Roughly’? Wow, Twilight, I mean, I’m not an egghead or something, but that sounds pretty precise.” Rainbow remarked.

“I still had to round that though, so it is just ‘rough’.”

“And why is that concerning? Ah mean, Ah don’t know how souls ’re supposed t’ be workin’, but if his soul’s stronger than ours, that ain’t a bad thing, ain’t it?” Applejack asked.

“I’m sorry Applejack, but it… it actually might be a bad thing. Firstly, soul-energy is far more potent than mana is, when used for magic. While by itself that isn’t a problem, soul magic is very taxing on the brain and can make the caster go insane. That is why it has been outlawed thousands of years ago. And that isn’t even the really bad part… You know, that extra energy... it has to come from somewhere.” Twilight implied, letting everypony else get to the answer themselves.

“Wait… you don’t mean…”

“Exactly that, Rainbow Dash. He must’ve killed at least 49 Ponies in order to get to that level… and seeing as we never found a trace of these foalnappers, I think I can imagine, where at least some of that comes from.”

“Well, I mean, if I were him, I probably would’ve done the same thing and—wait, what do you mean with some?” Rainbow asked.

“We can’t be certain that he hasn’t killed anything or anypony else lately… and then there’s still that weird body-age.” Twilight clarified.

“Oh no… Frosty would never kill an innocent pony… right, Applejack?” Fluttershy asked hopefully.

“Ah’m… not sure, Flutters. From all Ah’ve seen from him, no, he wouldn’t… but then again, he never told any of us about this.” Applejack said solemnly. “So, Twi, what do we do now?”

“Nothing for now. I have sent a letter to Princess Celestia, with every detail that I could find out. She will know the right thing to do, I’m sure. In the meantime, we better don’t interact too much with him. He might get suspicious if we spend too much time near him.” Twilight said.

“Alright… but ah don’t like it one bit, jus’ so ya know.”

“Oh, come on, Applejack, are you still miffed that he hooked up with your sister?” Rainbow teased.

“It ain’t just that, Rainbow! If he were a normal pony, then ah’d be fine with it, but now? Ah dunno what Ah’d do if Applebloom was his next victim!”

“You don’t really think that he would do something like that, right? Come on, it’s not like he’s some kind of a serial killer or something. You’ll see: tomorrow we all come back here and Twilight will have a letter from the Princess that says that we don’t have to worry about anything. Don’t worry, everything will be fine!”

Later that day, Frosty went to the CMC Clubhouse alone. Normally, he would do that together with Apple Bloom, however Applejack said that it would be better for her to stay at home for a while. Not that he could blame her, really, looking at the past events.

Still, Frosty was quite surprised to see only Scootaloo in the Clubhouse when he entered and to hear that Sweetie Belle was missing for the exact same reason on top of that.

“Sooo… What do we do?” Scootaloo asked almost sheepishly.

“I don’t know. I mean, we could do some crusading together, without Sweetie and Apple Bloom.” Frosty offered.

“Just the two of us? Heh, sounds awesome.” Scootaloo said.

“… Okay, any ideas?”

Scootaloo seemed to be mentally absent for a moment, before suddenly jumping up and buzzing her little wings. “I know, I know!!” She squeaked, before rushing out of the Clubhouse and down towards the barn.

“Scootaloo, wait!” Frosty shouted after her, but the Filly quickly vanished out of sight.

He quickly got himself together and followed her, but only made it about halfway down the orchard, before he heard the loud clapping of wood on wood. Before he could place the sound in any way, he found himself suddenly enveloped in a strange shade and when he looked up, he saw the shape of a small filly slowly growing larger above him.

‘Oh bollocks…’

This day did not look like it would be a good one… at least that was what Scootaloo first thought when she woke up that morning. The main reason for that was the itch.

She had felt it already a year ago. Back then, her aunts told her that it meant that she was becoming an adult and she was excited because of it. However, then she learned that she would have to go through this for a few weeks every year now and thus her excitement almost immediately vanished.

She got out of bed, already feeling how that infuriating itch started spreading between her hind legs, and went to her cabinet, where her ‘secret weapon’ lay. In truth, it was not so much a ‘secret weapon’, as it was a medicine that Aunt Lofty had given her when she had that itch the first time. She didn’t exactly know, what that medicine was called, but it made the itch go away for a while. She took one pill of that and then another pill that Auntie Holiday had given her a few days ago, saying that it was something against ‘unwelcome surprises’, whatever that meant.

Feeling the itch finally subside, Scootaloo’s mood dramatically increased. She went down, had breakfast with her aunts and then went to school, where she met up with Frosty, Sweetie and Apple Bloom.

Her school day went just about as one might expect it to go, after she had been foalnapped and rescued. The CMC were the centre of attention, second only to Frosty himself, who seemed more than just annoyed at that.

After school, the three went home to drop off their stuff and then met at the Clubhouse… except that, when Scootaloo came to pick up Sweetie Belle, Rarity politely slammed the door on her. More than just slightly confused over the why and – more importantly – the how, Scootaloo thus made her way to the Clubhouse alone. There she found out that Apple Bloom was in a similar predicament, which left only her and Frosty to do the crusading for today.

However, as soon as he entered, she felt that something was wrong. Not with him though, but with herself. She felt as if she was dazed, mesmerized by the white colt in front of her and only barely able to form a coherent thought.

She barely managed to shake the daze out of her head, before awkwardly looking at Frosty and sheepishly asking: “Sooo… what do we do?”

“I don’t know. I mean, we could do some crusading together, without Sweetie and Apple Bloom.” Frosty offered.

“Just the two of us? Heh, sounds awesome.” Scootaloo said, her mind suddenly drifting away to some weird thoughts. What was wrong with her? She suddenly felt a lot lighter than usual, as if she could float away at any moment.

She didn’t even register that Frosty had replied, before her mind already came up with something: she felt so utterly light that even her underdeveloped wings should keep her in the air. All that she needed was a little starting aid… and she knew exactly how she would get that.

“I know, I know!!” She squeaked, before rushing out of the Clubhouse and down towards the barn, where the Catapult from one of their earlier crusades was stored. Without thinking too much about it, she pushed the Catapult out of the barn, climbed into the bucket and cut the restraining rope.

The very next moment, she found herself flying through the air and buzzing her little wings. At first, it seemed to be working, but soon she noticed that her wings were not responsible for that. She noticed with dismay that she wasn’t actually gaining any speed and past a certain point, found herself rapidly losing altitude.

Only now did it hit her, what a profoundly stupid idea it had been and she asked herself over and over again, what had brought her to do this. After all, she had already tested this method of flight multiple times before!

Her rapid descent was abruptly halted, when she impacted something that was – luckily – a lot softer than the ground. She and her cushion rolled a few meters through the orchard, before they came to a stop, with it landing atop her.

With a slight daze, she opened her eyes slowly, and noticed with a blush that her ‘cushion’ had indeed been Frosty. Her mind became hazy the moment she noticed this and her heart went into overdrive… and the itch returned.

Frosty slowly stirred awake, groggily looking down onto the filly beneath him. At that moment, he noticed a sweet scent that filled the air around them and a weirdly hazy feeling.

Scootaloo met Frosty’s eyes and felt herself drawn towards them. Her body moved as if on autopilot and her lips met Frosty’s in a passionate kiss.

WARNING: PORN SECTION AHEAD!

Her heart banged against her chest, just as Frosty’s did against his… and there was also something else pulsing further down.

“Frosty? There is something pulsing… down there.” Scootaloo said, when they parted lips again.

Frosty recoiled, almost jumping up from her. “Oh, s-sorry, I wasn’t—“

“No, no, it’s… okay.” Scootaloo assured. “I just… Frosty, I feel weird.” She whined, pulling Frosty in again and continuing their kiss. However, this motion caused Frosty to rub his penis along Scootaloo’s clit, sending a sharp impulse into Scoot’s nerves.

“AH!” She gasped. “Frosty, what was… Hng!”

Seeing her reaction, Frosty kept up his ministrations, eliciting moan after moan from the filly beneath him.

“AH! Frosty, I—I feel weird!” she whined. “It feels good, but also… I feel empty, but down there.” She said, blushing heavily. “I… I’m weird, right?”

“Oh no, not at all. You’re perfectly normal and I know what I can do to help you.” Frosty assured her, pulling back one last time, before aligning himself further downward and pressing lightly against her entrance.

Scootaloo gasped when he made contact, looking down in confusion and meeting Frosty’s eyes. “Frosty, I… what are you doing? My aunts told me that place down there is special and that—Ahn!”

“It is a special place. A special place for the one you love… and you love me, right, Scootaloo?” Frosty asked softly and Scootaloo nodded. “And you trust me, right?” Scootaloo nodded again. “That`s good. Then lean back and let me help you feel good, okay?” He said, slowly coming back up and going for another kiss, while simultaneously pressing his dick into her tunnel.

At first, there was a lot of resistance, before suddenly, a third of Frosty’s shaft sank in at once. Scootaloo let out a sudden, loud moan. She felt like she had just been spilt apart, but instead of pain, she felt pleasure rise up from within her.

She felt how Frosty’s shaft sunk further and further into her, before meeting a dead end. Then, they just laid there for a moment, relishing in the bliss of being connected, before Frosty pulled back again.

He began softly pumping in a rhythm, all while keeping their lips connected. Scootaloo moaned into his mouth, while their tongues danced about. She relished the taste of his saliva, the scent of his sweat-soaked fur and the warmth she felt from within. She felt him rubbing her from within, nudging her inner wall whenever he hilted.

His motions slowly increased in frequency, slamming their hips together in quick succession. His breathing became heavy and she could feel his shaft throbbing inside of her and then…

With one last shove, he hilted himself again, letting out a heavy grunt. Scootaloo felt how something hot was pushed inside her, eliciting a pleasured moan with every spurt she felt.

The spurts subsided and Frosty collapsed onto Scootaloo, both panting in the aftermath of their shared bliss.

PORN SECTION END

“Wow…” Scootaloo panted. “That was awesome.”

“Yeah.” Frosty agreed. However, now that the pheromones in the air dissipated and he was freed of his haze, did he slowly come to grasp the repercussions of his actions. “No…” He exhaled. “No no no no!” He panicked, shooting up and getting a good look at what he did.

“Frosty? What’s wrong?” Scootaloo asked in concern, but Frosty didn’t react at first, instead going further down the panic spiral.

“Oh no, this is bad, this is really bad.” He said to himself, while pacing back and forth.

“What’s bad?! Frosty, you’re scaring me!” Scootaloo whined.

“Scootaloo, do you know, how foals are made?” He asked suddenly.

“I-what? Euh, no? Why?”

“Well, because that’s exactly what we just did.”

Scootaloo’s eyes went wide and she looked down at her belly. For a moment, she actually felt a bit happy, but that was quickly replaced by dread. She knew she was far too young to properly care for a foal, nevermind actually giving birth!

“What?! Frosty, I—I don’t know if I can—“

“No, you can’t and I know that full well. Oh no, this can’t be happening, this—“ He cut himself off, stomping a hoof to steady himself and then told himself: “Stay calm, Frozen Blood, stay calm, there is still hope!” He then turned to Scootaloo and asked her: “Are you on birth control?”

“Birth what? I-I don’t know what that is!” Scootaloo answered anxiously.

“Did you take any pills today?” Frosty clarified.

“I—Yes, I took those pills that Aunt Lofty gave me when I first got that heat-thing.” Scootaloo said.

“What kind of pills? Do you know that?” Frosty pressed.

“N-no, I just… it makes the itch go away, that`s all I know!”

“So they’re heat suppressants, huh?” Frosty concluded, letting out a groan and starting to pace again.

“W-Well, there are also those t-that Auntie Holiday gave me.”

Frosty’s attention was immediately restored, as he whipped around and pressed his snout into Scootaloo’s. “And what do those do?”

“I don’t know! She just said that they were ‘against unwelcome surprises’ or something!”

Frosty immediately relaxed a lot and even seemed to smile a bit. “That sounds… promising. Do you know, what these pills do exactly?”

“Uh… no, but I still have the packaging. I can have a look.” Scootaloo said.

“Then we will do that!” Frosty said, helping Scootaloo up and pushing her ahead. “Go on, lead the way!”

They arrived at Scootaloo`s house a few minutes later. Auntie Holiday opened the door for them and Scootaloo immediately sped past her, up into her room, leaving Frosty alone for a very awkward greeting.

“Uh… hello, it’s, ummm, good to see you again?” He said sheepishly.

“Yes… it is good to—“ Holiday started to say, before she started to sniff around.

‘Oh bollocks.’ Frosty thought, as he remembered what happened to a mare’s pheromones after sex.

He tried to keep a straight face, but failed miserably, while Auntie Holiday continued her sniffing. When she stopped and pulled back, she looked down at him with a knowing smirk and called over her shoulder: “Loooftyyyy~ You owe me twenty Bihiiiiiiiits~”

“What, they really did it?! Holy Celestia, the foals these days sure grow up fast.” Frosty heard Aunt Lofty call back.

He let out a small sigh of relief. “So I assume, that pill really was a birth control pill?” He asked hopefully.

“Oh, it seems somepony was careless for a moment there, huh?” She asked, leaning down to him with a teasing grin.

“Uhh, yes, you could say that…” Frosty admitted sheepishly.

“Ohohoho, don’t worry. Auntie Holiday saw that coming. You are perfectly safe.” Holiday assured.

Frosty let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding and wiped his forehead clean of sweat. Right at that moment, Scootaloo re-emerged from her room and came hopping down the stairs.

“Frosty! I found the pills and their name, but I don’t know what that means!” She said.

“Don’t worry, Scoots. Your aunt already confirmed that they’re birth control pills.” Frosty assured.

Only now did Scootaloo notice her aunt standing beside Frosty. She looked up at her with a sheepish smile and her ears pressed to the back of her head. “Ehehehe, hello, Auntie Holiday.”

“Hello, Scootaloo. I heard you had a little ‘adventure’ today?” Holiday greeted back, with the same knowing smirk she had used on Frosty.

“Uhh, yeah, we, uh…”

“Oh, the foals these days, everything has to come as soon as possible. Oh dear, well, it all turned out okay this time, but be a bit more careful the next time around, you hear?” She said with a wink.

“I… Uh… yes, ma’am!” Frosty said with a thick blush.

Celestia sat in her throne like every day, spending her time between court hearings doing paperwork, when her work was suddenly interrupted by a letter appearing above her. A quick look over the seal revealed it to be one sent by her most faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.

She smiled when she read her name. Celestia loved receiving letters from her student, not only because they gave her an excuse to make a pause, but also because she loved seeing her progress.

However, this letter was different. Its contents held secrets that she had thought she had banned long ago. The further she read, the more dread-filled her expression became. She had a suspicion before, but now that Twilight had sent her this report, there was no longer any doubt. This ‘Frosty’, as he was seemingly called, had delved into the forbidden arts of soul magic!

The letter slipped from her magic, as she momentarily felt dread overtake her senses. However, she quickly regained control over herself. After all, there was no time to be wasted! She had to do something! And do something, she would indeed.

“Guards! Get me a chariot to Ponyville this instant!”