The Cutie Mark Crusaders all sat together in the clubhouse. Scootaloo lazed about on the floor, humming off-key to herself, while Sweetie Belle was sitting on an ice pack and glowering at the wall. No matter what, she refused to make eye contact with either of the other two fillies. Applebloom refused to sit at all, opting instead to lean against the wall, lost in thought.

Apart from Scootaloo's incessant humming, an unspoken pact of silence fueled a tremulous tension in the air, otherwise broken only by the chirping of birds and occasional flutter of their wings as they nested on the clubhouse roof.

"I think I like colts, now," Sweetie blurted.

Scootaloo's humming came to an abrupt halt. "What?"

Sweetie let out a deep, long-suffering sigh. "I said... I think I like colts."

"But what about us?!" Scootaloo cried. "We're supposed to be together!"

"You wouldn't get off of me when you...!" Sweetie Belle protested, unable to finish her sentence. "I can't even look at you right now!"

Apple Bloom winced like she’d been slapped. She’d refused to look at Sweetie Belle, ashamed to see the state that she'd left her friend in after letting Pinkie Pie get too excited.

Scootaloo rose to her hooves. "I'm sorry, okay, Sweetie? I was really into it. Into you!"

"You turned into an old lady while I was in your..." Sweetie Belle trailed off again, a look of disgust on her face. "And you just think it was awesome because you got to taste yourself."

"Girls," Apple Bloom whispered softly. "Please, don't start this."

"It was your idea in the first place," Scootaloo spat, turning on Apple Bloom.

"I know," she confessed, hanging her head. "And I did a terrible thing. I'm sorry, Sweetie Belle."

"Huh?" Sweetie Belle said, tilting her head.

"You must have been terrified when you woke up this morning, in pain and covered in… the stuff," Apple Bloom explained. "After all that we did..."

"Are you kidding me, Apple Bloom?” Sweetie Belle shook her head. “It's sore, sure, but I haven't ever felt this satisfied before."

"You aren't mad at me?"

"Mad? Why would I be mad?"

"Yeah, she's too busy hating me," Scootaloo grumbled.

Sweetie Belle finally moved to face her friends, hopping awkwardly on her knees with the ice pack to turn around. "No, Scootaloo, I... I don't mean that I'm not in love with you, okay? We can still be together, I just need some time. And, while we wait, I just... I kinda want to know now, what it's like to be with a colt. If it feels this good even the next day, it must be amazing when it first happens."

Apple Bloom stayed silent. It was amazing when it first happened. All five times that she'd orgasmed, and in five different holes. It was hard to believe that Granny hadn't put a stop to it sooner. But she couldn't deny that Sweetie Belle was right - her body felt fulfilled and satisfied in a way she'd never known before.

"So, what are you saying?" Scootaloo asked tremulously.

"I'm saying that I want to try being with a colt," Sweetie replied.

"I want to, too," Apple Bloom said timidly.

Scootaloo frowned. "If you girls say it’s as good as all that, I suppose we could try it. Rumble is kinda handsome, and he's got that Wonderbolt energy."

"I've had my eye on Button Mash for a while now," Sweetie Belle added. "His mom has been teaching me how to bake, so I get to go over there a lot. He... doesn't seem to notice me most of the time, but I'm sure if I just shove my butt in his face and tell him what I want that he'll take the hint."

Apple Bloom pondered for a few moments before coming up with her own answer. "I'll try for Tender Taps."

"Isn't he, like, in a world-class dancing troupe now?" Scootaloo asked.

"Yep!" Apple Bloom said, beaming. "But he's coming to town next week! And I'm pretty sure he's into me."

"So, one experience with a colt each before we make a decision," Sweetie Belle declared. "Crusader's honor?"

"Crusader's Honor!"

"And that's how we ended up here!" Sweetie Belle said cheerfully.

Nurse Redheart stared aghast at the three very pregnant teenaged fillies in the maternity ward - her amazement directed particularly toward Apple Bloom. "You do realize I'm a mandatory reporter, right?"

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