Author's Note
This chapter was originally written using coloured text to denote the different speakers, helping break up the very dialogue-heavy writing. This coloured text has been removed on request, and apologies if it makes it a little harder to read. Future chapters will be written without the dependence on coloured text in the first place.
Strategy Meeting
Sweetie Belle stood atop the discarded box that had long been repurposed as a podium for the three fillies' clubhouse, the pastel green of her magic levitating the pointer she was using to emphasise the hastily drawn image that was up on their display board.
"Ah still don't really get it..." Applebloom admitted, brow furrowed as her big golden eyes stared at the picture of a stallion looking sad, three smiling CMC faces drawn around him, sparkling love hearts marking the arrows that connected said faces to the stallion's flank.
"Just look around you! Everypony who can get in a relationship is in one, right?" answered Sweetie.
"Yeah but, what's that got ta do with stallions' flanks?"
"You don't know?" Sweetie Belle tried not to sound too exasperated, and her frustration quickly deflated when both Applebloom and Scootaloo shook their heads. So she continued, "Everypony's trying to get in love so they can make love!"
"Make love?" asked Scootaloo.
"Making love... you know, becoming one, entwining your souls, sharing in the delights of each other's bodies?"
"No idea what you're talking about." Scootaloo wasn't impressed.
Sweetie Belle tapped her pointer right between the stallion's hind lengths, and lowered her voice a little. "The thing grown-ups do... with their privates."
Scootaloo gave a small, but audible gasp. Applebloom took on a healthy blush. The penny had dropped, or at least dropped as far as it could with these innocent young minds. "But, we're not grown-ups," Scootaloo stated bluntly.
"An' Applejack's always told me to keep my privates... private," chimed in Applebloom.
"We are grown-ups!" Sweetie Belle tried. "Well, kinda... we got our cutie marks, didn't we?"
"Yeah...?" Scootaloo agreed hesitantly, not very convinced.
"And we CMC's are all about making other ponies happy, right? Fixing their problems?"
"...yeah...?" Applebloom's reaction was much the same.
"Well there's no bigger problem than loneliness! Can you imagine getting older and never having a special somepony?" asked Sweetie, dramatically.
"Oh!" Scootaloo responded excitedly, as understanding dawned. "Like, All Aboard has been really grumpy lately, and Rainbow Dash actually got annoyed and asked him, and he said something about the stress of not having a mare in one's life."
"See? Exactly!"
"Ah don't know, Sweetie Belle." Applebloom mused out loud. "Ah don't think I'm ready for a special somepony."
"No no no, we wouldn't have to become anypony's special someponies."
"We wouldn't?"
"We wouldn't?"
Both Applebloom and Scootaloo asked in unison, prompting an emphatic shake of the head from Sweetie Belle.
"We're going to Carousel Boutique. I'll show you!" Her magic cut out, and the pointer dropped to the floor as the ivory-furred filly trotted confidently toward the door to their clubhouse.
Applebloom and Scootaloo shared a look, then went after their friend.
"Hi girls!" Rarity greeted the three fillies with a smile, that instantly shifted into a look of suspicion as she considered their faces. "...what are you three up to?"
"Nothing, Rarity!" The girls gave her their most angelic smiles.
"Oh, I'm too busy not to trust you, Sweetie Belle. Just stay out of trouble, okay? And don't make a mess!"
"We won't!"
The three fillies quietly padded their way upstairs, then made a beeline for Rarity's bedroom. As was quite typical, the room was in a state of organised chaos. Half-finished projects up on mannequins were scattered seemingly at random, some that Sweetie Belle knew had been there for at least a year. One corner of the room had been dedicated to laying out strips of fabric for colour matching, then re-dedicated to that purpose with a set of strips lying at right angles to the original set. The large box of spare gemstones in a second corner of the room was well past full, precious stones left scattered about it on the soft carpet.
"And she tells me not to make a mess," grumbled Sweetie Belle, sourly.
"What are we looking for?" Scootaloo dashed over to the bed, and had immediately begun peering under it.
"She hides them. Inside her spare pillow," Sweetie Belle answered.
"Clever!"
"Here."
A gentle press of Sweetie Belle's hoof had triggered the closet to open, and then her magic levitated the pillow from within over toward them. Shimmering in green aura, the pillow rotated and began to shake in the air. Four heavy books fell out, thumping loudly against the floor.
"Wow! So this is what grown-ups read." Scootaloo had one in her hooves before Sweetie Belle could even start to explain. Applebloom padded over slower, her eyes widening as she took in the covers of them.
"These," began Sweetie, her voice demanding attention. "Are all about ponies making love." Her magic pushed one of them towards Applebloom, sliding it along the floor.
"Mine's called The Slaver's Desire!" Scootaloo announced, already having settled into a position with her chest against the ground, hooves out in front of her and her rear end up in the air. She was flipping through the book's pages, lavender-coloured eyes scanning rapidly over the words.
"That one's about an evil criminal pony who kidnaps a princess!" informed Sweetie Belle. "And after they make love, he starts treating her a bit nicer and stops being a criminal in the end!"
"Wow!"
Applebloom was less impressed with her book, still just staring at the image on the cover. It displayed an attractive mare at work in a kitchen, forehooves up on a counter to try to mix ingredients in a bowl. A similarly attractive stallion meanwhile grasping her from behind, one hoof wrapped around her chest while the other was lowered to fondle at her flank from behind. "Mine's uhh... A Taste of Love."
"In that one, a stallion opens up a bakery shop in competition with a mare, the ones on the front. But it turns out he was just trying to get her attention, and they end up in business together! After they make love."
"What if Rarity comes up and catches us?" Applebloom asked.
Sweetie Belle clicked her tongue, revealing just the slightest bit of irritation. "Are you listening?"
"Ah am, but wouldn't we be in trouble if she found us all in her secret books like?"
The white-furred filly paused for perhaps but a second. "Fine, new plan. You two sneak out those books and read them at home. Then bring them to the clubhouse tomorrow."
"Got it!"
"Okay..."
"I'll go distract Rarity."
Rarity proved exceedingly happy to show her little sis what she was working on, and the other two fillies escaped. With the books, and without incident.
The next day, the three fillies again gathered together in their clubhouse after school. They stood in a loose circle, atop the rug long ago set in place to soften the hard wooden floor.
"So, what'd you find?" Sweetie asked, excitement written all over her pretty face.
"My book was awesome!" answered Scootaloo. "But the mare should've been cooler. She hardly even tried to escape, if it was Rainbow Dash she would've busted right on outta there!"
"What about the lovemaking parts?"
"Yeah they were okay I guess. I think I get it. Stallions act out when they get..." Scootaloo scrunched up her face as she put a voice on for the next couple of words. "Overcome with desire."
Sweetie Belle clapped her front hooves together. "Precisely! So if they don't have a special somepony to help them, then we can lend them a hoof, and they wouldn't be so mean or grumpy or sad anymore."
Applebloom frowned. "Ah thought you said we don't need to be nopony's special somepony."
"We don't! We just do the lovemaking part, and that'll cheer the stallion right up!"
"Guess we'd be doing the whole of Ponyville a favour," Scootaloo observed out loud, coming around to the idea a little.
"Uhuh!" Sweetie Belle's eyes closed in a big smile. "I really think this is such a great idea."
"I'll give it a shot," decided Scootaloo. "How 'bout you, Applebloom?"
"Ah umm... Ah don't think ah want a stallion putting his thing in mah filly parts."
"Really? The books make it sound really good..." Sweetie Belle tried.
Applebloom's blush deepend significantly. "Actually, ah liked the part where she used her mouth."
"Her mouth?" Scootaloo tilted her head. Sweetie Belle's eyes had widened, a fresh sort of grin slowly spreading over her filly features.
"Yeah. She puts the stallion's thing in her mouth, and sort of, sucks it, until it shoots out the uhh... seed, and he gets really happy," Applebloom tried to explain.
"Making love is weird!"
Applebloom's cheeks turned redder still. "So if Ah'd be helping out a lonely stallion... doing that... maybe that wouldn't be so bad."
"Then it's settled! Are you with me, CMC's?" Sweetie Belle raised up her front hooves, one offered to each of the other fillies for a hoof bump, which they summarily received.
"Yeah!"
"Yeah!"
"Woohoo! Then let's all keep our eyes peeled. You girls wanna do this as a team?"
"Ah dunno. Even if it was y'all, sounds mighty embarrassing... y'know, being watched doin'... that."
"Okay, then we split up! We meet back here next week, hopefully with a cheered-up stallion to report!"
"Easy as!"
"Ah'll try."
