Talkin' about heat baby

Baking in the mid-June heat was almost like an annual ritual for Anon, a college student currently in Equestria working for the summer. At first, it was the thought of living in an exotic land and experiencing the culture firsthand that brought him here three years ago as a high school senior under the auspices of the American-Equestrian Cooperation and Friendship Society. His presence was received very well by the campers and staff, and by Princess Twilight in particular, who awarded him with a knighthood for his services. It wasn’t just his looks that drew the females to him, but his personality, his quick wit, and affinity for lending a helping hand.

As the train rumbled down the tracks, its cargo of excited fillies and colts chatted happily amongst themselves, about cool lakes and forest trails, outdoor games they wanted to play and marshmallows that they wanted to roast. Camp Friendship was, for many of them, the highlight of any summer… but this year was different. There was a brand new buzz of gossip amongst the fillies in particular, by the name of Anon. A human, which was already interesting enough, but judging from the pamphlets, he was a particularly cute human to boot.

”I heard he has the singing voice of a siren.” A dreamy-eyed Sweetie Belle told her friends. “I can’t wait to hear it!”

“Well I heard he was as strong as a yak, and can swim like a sea pony!” The feisty Scootaloo retorted. “That’s better than singing, Sweetie Belle.”

“You’re crazy, Scootaloo!” Sweetie responded, making a face. “Who wants a stallion that looks like a yak?”

“I said strong as a yak, dummy!” The two friends were starting to get heated, but the third member of their group, Apple Bloom, stepped in. “Girls, girls! Y’all are missin’ the point! It’s the hands that make ‘em special! Least, that’s what Lyra said.”

The other two seemed to agree with that statement, well enough. None of the Crusaders have ever even seen a human before, and their excitement was getting a bit carried away. Back at the platform, Anon’s quiet reverie was interrupted by the whistle of the train approaching the camp. This was the signal for all the staff to get ready for the campers’ arrival. In his hand was a clipboard with the names of all the campers on it, as well as their cabin assignments. When the doors to the train carriages opened, the excitement among all the foals was palpable.

“Okay! Colts and Fillies!” Anon shouted over the noise. “Once you’re checked in, report to the mess hall for introductions and essential information.”

The foals formed a relatively orderly line as they waited their turns to find out where they would be sleeping, and what ponies they would be lodging with. For the crusaders, the excitement was almost too much - literally. Although none of them had discussed it, something had started happening to the fillies that none of them really understood. Specifically, that special moment that eventually happens to every young filly for the first time, that meant that they were on the cusp of marehood. They were starting to notice colts and stallions a lot more than they used to, and they all felt an uncomfortable, intrusive warmth creeping up from their loins.

Maybe it wasn’t surprising that the three of them were synchronized as they were - after all, they did everything else together. But as they saw the human for the first time, that encroaching warmth started to come to a boil. Oddly enough, it was Sweetie Belle who figured it out first. As she gazed up at the human from her place in line, she felt an ache building in her loins, and a longing that suddenly went beyond anything she had ever felt for Button Mash.

“Um… girls…” Sweetie said, suddenly embarrassed. “I… I think I might have a problem.”
The other two were in a similar position, of course, though neither of them had put the pieces together until Sweetie said it out loud. “I… I think I’m in heat!” All they had to do was look at each other to know it was true… all three of them had started their first estrus. Right here, at the beginning of summer camp.

“Oh, horse apples,” Apple Bloom swore, as the last colt in front of her was sent into the mess hall, and it was her turn to face the unreasonably attractive human. Her mind was racing at the sight of the fit looking human. ‘What a tall glass of cider he is!’

“Hi there,” Anon said, looking at the yellow filly then back to the clipboard. “You’re in cabin 7.”
He also pointed in the direction of Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. “Turns out, you two are in cabin 7 as well. What a surprise…” Right after that, he directed Button Mash, Rumble, Tender Taps, and Featherweight to Cabin 6 next door. It took maybe twenty-five or thirty minutes for cabin assignments; this was normal for about 70 to 80 foals. After getting her number, Apple Bloom just stood there, staring. “Yes? Can I help you?”

“Uh… hi?” Apple Bloom said, even as the foals behind her friends were already running off to their respective cabins. She could feel herself blushing, and pawed at the ground nervously. “Uh, Ah’m Apple Bloom,” Her accent was somehow thicker than normal.

“He knows, you dork.” Scootaloo said, shoving her towards their cabin. Sweetie Belle just smiled awkwardly at him, and followed her friends. “Come on you…” Once they were alone in their cabin, Apple Bloom started to panic.

“Did I blow it?” Apple Bloom commented, talking back and forth as she was worrying about everything. “I think I blew it.”

“Yeah, you blew it,” Scootaloo confirmed. “Now he thinks we’re weirdos for sure.”

“Good evening everypony!” Called the voice of Anon as he stood in the doorway. “Can I have your attention please?” The fillies in the hall had their undivided attention on him now. At least a dozen of them were already wiggling their hips against the cool wooden benches. “Before I begin, I would just like to begin with a few words from Princess Twilight Sparkle…” He cleared his throat before opening up an official-looking letter.

While Camp Friendship is among Equestria’s most prized traditions and a right of passage for our young, it is also of the utmost importance that campers remain safe. A series of troubling incidents in the past two years, including two pregnancies, a number of gang rapes by counselors, and what turned out to be the starting point of a nationwide outbreak of a rare venereal disease that not even Princess Cadence could cure, have forced the hand of the Equestrian Parliament, in particular health minister Nurse Bonesaw, to issue the following guidelines regarding sexual activity at camp.

ONE: Any sexual activity between colts and fillies, regardless of the sexual orientation, number of partners involved, or any other mitigating factor, must be approved and monitored by a counselor.

TWO: Colts who wish to engage in sexual activity must have been screened for venereal diseases AND have a temporary foal control spell applied to their penis and testes before counselors can allow for sexual activity to occur. For fillies, the spell will be applied to the vagina, uterus, and ovaries, but will not affect their estrus in any significant way.

THREE: Counselors may not engage in any sexual contact whatsoever with campers, with violations to be prosecuted to the fullest extent under Equestrian law. Any filly in estrus, especially if it arrives for the first time, is strongly urged to accept it and to let it flow through them. Furthermore, a filly in heat ought to seek a colt her own age to take in all the wonderful feelings that estrus can provide and use them to enhance the bountiful amounts of love making that foals of camp-going age are eager to do away from the prying eyes of parents and guardians.

FOUR: Heat suppressants are available in the nurse’s office for fillies who wish to partake.
Sincerely,

Princess Twilight Sparkle

The Cutie Mark Crusaders looked at each other and blushed as Anon finished reading the letter. We’re they just given permission by the princess herself to buck? For several moments, none of them said a word. The silence was deafening as Anon looked at the rest of the fillies and colts. It wasn’t until Scootaloo cleared her throat that brought everyone’s attention to her. Her face was flushed with a scarlet blush as whatever she was thinking was making her feel more than a little hot and bothered.

“Ah man,” Scootaloo says, looking slightly glum. “I really wanted that human dick.” Sweetie Bell gasps, but Scootaloo just rolls her eyes. “What? We were all thinking about it.” Apple Bloom and Sweetie share a look, then nod slowly.

“Now… I’m perfectly familiar with the age of consent laws in this country, so you ladies with coltfriends have nothing to worry about. I just have to see you actually doin’ it, as the princess so decrees, perhaps while I masturbate in the corner.” Anon winked across the hall to no one in particular. “Who among you is paired up? This is so we can get cabin arrangements made just in case…”

Luckily for the fillies, they did all have colt-friends. The three made their way over towards Rumble, Button Mash and Taps. Sweetie gave Button a shy smile, and Apple Bloom gave Tender Taps a peck on the cheek, but Scootaloo seemed disappointed. Apple Bloom and Tender Taps cuddled on the bench together, and Sweetie Belle were talking about Minecraft, like usual. Scootaloo just kept staring at Anon, wondering just what those strong looking hands were capable of.

“Okay, now that we’re settled on that front.” Anon droned on for some time longer, before the head counselor, an older mare named Coloratura, made another important announcement, this time concerning the first big bonfire and dance of camp. “I’ll explain the new way the camp is preparing meals…”

“Are… you all right, Scoots?” Rumble asked, and Scootaloo seemed to suddenly remember he was there. “You’re looking pretty lonely.”

“Oh… Hi Rumble,” Scootaloo said, almost bored… but then, looking at him, she suddenly remembered that he was a colt. And, technically, her coltfriend. Her aching fillyhood reminded her that she didn’t necessarily need a human cock, even if it would have been nice. “How’s it going?”

As Coloratura took center stage, Anon aimlessly wandered towards where Rumble and Scoots were sitting and caught a whiff of something… really spicy, almost like nutmeg, then flowery, and a vanilla-like musk that flooded his sinuses. He simply cocked his head in their direction, bit his lip and shot off a quick “how ya doing” before strutting to the other end of the hall.
Before he had a chance to clear his head, he walked by Apple Bloom, picking up a strong aroma of apple and cinnamon powerful enough to overwhelm his senses. There ought to be another corner of the humongous mess hall with fresh enough air to breathe. He eventually settled by Sweetie Belle, standing behind her and Button, but there was still a pungent musk in the air that drove him to use the front of his T-shirt as a fan.

Having lived and worked in Equestria for four years now, he knew all too well about this time of year. It was during his first year working at Camp Friendship that he got a hands-on lesson in how to please a mare. It became a turning point in his life, and made him feel whole regardless of whether he was the chaser or the one who was chased. For a brief while, Scootaloo was happy enough with Rumble to keep her company. The two foals got very close and cozy, and they even started to kiss - but when Anon walked by, she found herself distracted again. He smelled her, she knew he did! She could see it on his face - and he liked it, she was sure!

Scootaloo looked over at her friends, and they were in much the same boat. Button was making out with a bored-looking Sweetie Belle, and Apple Bloom was giving Tender Taps a half-hearted hoof-job under the table. The colts didn’t notice, of course - boys were dumb, and never picked up on these things - but fillies, especially best friends, were in tune with each-other, and all it took was a mutual look for the three girls to come to an unspoken consensus: They had to have Anon as their first, and it had to be tonight!

“You know what, Rumble?” Scoots said, climbing down from her fully-erect colt-friend’s lap. “I have to use the little filly’s room.”

He seemed disappointed, but wasn’t about to follow her into the bathroom… especially if she was going with her friends. Everypony knew that fillies got up to some pretty messed up stuff when they went to the bathroom together, and he wanted no part of it. Once the girls convened in the bathroom, Scootaloo took a look around to make sure they were alone, before saying what they were all thinking. The Cutie Mark Crusaders have a mission. They had to corner, seduce, and fuck Anon. And from the looks on their faces, she knew she and her friends were in on this plan.

Anon retreated back into his office for a moment. Pouring himself a cup of coffee, he silently hoped to not be at the center of any major incidents this year. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind was there a cacophony of feminine voices behind his office door. “‘Ah ain’t knocking! This was your idea, you knock!” “What? I can’t knock! I don’t want to sound desperate!” “You are desperate, Scootaloo.” “Yeah, but I don’t want him to know that!” “Arg, you two are useless! I’ll knock.” There was a knock at the door.

“Yes?” Anon bellowed, pretending to not know who was there. “Who’s there?”

“It’s Sweetie Belle! And Apple Bloom! And Scootaloo!” Sweetie called, her voice trembled with nervousness. “Um… can we come in?”

Anon opened the door and stepped out into the lobby. Almost immediately, his nose was assaulted with the same thick musk from earlier, except it was now flooding his head. He noticed the three fillies who were sizing him up earlier looking at him with a hungry look in their eyes. As soon as Anon recognized the three fillies, the white unicorn, Sweetie Belle let out a playful shout, and all three of them pounced on him, driving him into the office before Sweetie closed the door. Then, with a little spell, she locked it too.

“All right, we cornered him!” Apple Bloom said, grinning. “Now what?” The other two shared a look.

“I… didn’t really think that far ahead.” Scootaloo admitted. “Sweetie, what now?”

“What the hell are you doing?” he screamed, knowing all too well how aggressive females in this country can be when it comes to guys they like. “I hardly know any of you!”

“Oh… right! Well… I’m Sweetie Belle!” The one who was obviously Sweetie Belle said. “I like music, and cooking, although I’m not very good at it, and -“
“We heard you like fillies!” Scootaloo said, cutting Sweetie Belle off. “And… well… We’re all kind of… in heat.”

“Smooth,” Apple Bloom said, rolling her eyes. “So, uh, can ya help us?”

“Exactly how do you need my help?” Anon asked, still trying to get the fillies off him. “There are plenty of colts for you three to play with.”

“Really?” Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “Great, even human boys are clueless.”

“Ah think what Scootaloo means is… we were hoping you could…” Apple Bloom motioned towards his crotch, and all three fillies looked at him expectantly. “You know…”

“We promise… we’ll leave you alone if you say no,” Sweetie Belle added. “I only locked the door so you couldn’t immediately throw us out.”

He sniffed the air some more, taking in the intoxicating aroma. He also noticed a rush of blood going towards his face and his cock. He knew he had to make some sort of bargain - at least so he could buy some time to talk with the nurse and some of the counselors as to what he should do. What they wanted was completely against the rules Princess Twilight set forth. And after four years in this land, Anon was well enough versed in Equestrian Law to know what fate awaited him. The dungeons, or worse.

“Tell you what. I’ll come by your cabin after the big dance tonight and relieve your… ehm, urges, so to speak.” Anon commented, nodding his head as he made his suggestion. “On one condition though, you have to bring your boyfriends along. I don’t want to get into legal trouble myself.” Before the fillies could try and get a word in, he raised a hand in front of them, continuing. “I simply want to see your boys be your first, and then you’ll get to see what I’m capable of…”

“Wait, that was a yes, right?” Scootaloo said, being the first to perk up. “As long as we buck our coltfriends first?”

“While. I. Watch.” Anon said, emphasizing the point as he spoke his words. Now he was craving something a little more substantial than coffee and Sugarcube Corner pastries for breakfast. “Now show me your pussies before I go.” The girls exchanged a happy look, before clapping their hooves together. “We don’t have a lot of time.” He commented, looking over to the door, knowing he only had a few minutes at best. “Show me how much you’re wanting it…”

“Oh buck yeah…” Scootaloo muttered, seeing Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle blushing as they prepared themselves. With a mutual nod, the three fillies turned around and lifted their tails - all of them were soaking wet, and all of them were winking at him. “Ya see? We need it, bad!”

“We love our coltfriends, really!” Sweetie added as her little button throbbed. “But they’re inexperienced, and won’t know what they’re doing!”

“Also, you’re like, super hot,” Scootaloo added bluntly. “Like really, really hot!”

“And I’ll bring condoms as well, just to be safe,” Anon said with a wink, gazing upon his coming feast. But not before he delivered his parting shot. “One more thing… if they haven’t learned by the numbers yet, I’ll gladly teach them. Have you had sex with them before?” The girls all shook their heads.

“Ah know Tender wanted to.” Apple Bloom said, looking to to the others. “But ah wasn’t really interested in that stuff… well, until today.” The other two nodded in agreement.

“What about the other two?” Anon asked, his eyes wandering to Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle. “Y’know, Rumble and that dorky one?”

“Button Mash keeps asking, but I keep saying no.” Sweetie giggled. “He’s pretty sweet about it.”

“I gave Rumble a blowjob once.” Scootaloo commented, which only caused The others to stare at her in shock. “What? He asked nicely. It wasn’t all that interesting anyway. I’m not sure how blowing on a colt’s ding dong is supposed to get him off.”

“Well, ladies, they’re gonna be in for one hell of a night.” Anon said, clapping his hands a little to get the fillies’ attention. “Now go get your boys.”

“Well girls,” Scootaloo said as they left the office, “Looks like tonight, the Cutie Mark Crusaders are going to lose their virginities! Twice!”

“That’s not how virginity works, you know.” Sweetie chided as the door closed. Since the first day of camp was rather relaxed, he spent the better part of the day mentally preparing himself…