Talkin' about heat baby

The girls spent the day engaging in various camp activities. They all have some pretty varied interests, but this wasn’t their first time at camp together, and they had a system. During the day, they would split up, each engaging in whatever activities they enjoyed the most: for Sweetie, that was mostly arts and crafts. Scootaloo managed to convince Rumble to have a kayak race with her down the river and back, and Apple Bloom just wanted to relax in the water and not have to worry about farm life or apple bucking. As the sun would set, they would convene in their cabin, before heading off to whatever evening activities were happening that day, be it a campfire, or a pillow fight. Tonight, of course, they had the dance to look forward to, and after.

“I can’t believe we have to wait until after the dance!” Scootaloo complained as Sweetie helped her into the dress Rarity had made for her. “Why couldn’t he just buck us right there, in his office?”

“Ain’t it obvious? You heard Twilight‘s letter!” Apple Bloom reasoned. “He doesn’t want to get into any trouble!”

“It’s not like we were gonna tell any pony!” Scootaloo shot back, motioning in a way that made it hard for Sweetie to focus. “And he’s gonna do it anyway, so who cares when? I had to spend the entire day distracting myself and trying not to just clop right out in the open, and it was for no reason!”

“Have you girls considered that just maybe, he recognizes that this is going to be our first time?” Sweetie said, finally getting Scootaloo’ dress right, sighing with relief. “So maybe he doesn’t want to rob us of having it with somepony we care about, instead of some cute stranger we just met?” The other two shared an embarrassed look.

“Ah guess I hadn’t thought about it like that." Apple Bloom said. “He’s just lookin’ out for us, huh?” Even Scootaloo had to agree as they made off to collect their colt friends.

“Well… being in heat still really sucks." she said, and the others agreed. “I just…I really need some good dick!”

The sun was now fully set over the mountains. Anon, in a ripped-up dirty tank top, was leaning against one of the big speakers with a thermos full of wine in his hand, noticing the growing throng of camp-goers in their party dresses and vests and such. All the while, he couldn’t stop thinking about the three girls he met this morning, lust in their eyes and fire burning between their legs when they presented themselves to him. He couldn’t wait for their boyfriends either…
The colts were waiting for the girls in front of the mess hall, all three looking Dapper in their vests and ties which, of course, Rarity had also provided.

Inside, most of the tables and benches had been pushed to the sides, making room for the fillies and colts to dance, and various decorations adorning the ceilings and walls seemed to transform the usually mundane hall into something magical at least in the minds of the foals dancing there. A makeshift stage had been set up, and a DJ-PON3 worked her turn styles with skill, to the delight of the ponies present. Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, along with their colts, made their way to the dance floor just as an upbeat song came on. While Sweetie and Apple Bloom were happy to cut a rug, Scootaloo excused herself to get some punch but really, she was looking for Counselor Anon, and eventually spotted him near the speakers. As subtle as she could, which was not very, she sidled down the snack table, where she “accidentally” bumped into him.

“Oh, hey Anon!” She said, taking a bite out of her cheese and crackers. “Fancy seeing you here!”

“Hi there." Anon said, a bit startled. “Fancy seeing you here too…”

He took another sip of his wine, noticing the same vanilla musky scent from earlier wafting by his nose. Scootaloo was still staring at him expectantly, wanting him to pick up whatever signals she was giving him. She was so desperate, standing there aching for Anon’s touch and attention, legs spread apart, cunny dripping, juices dripping onto the wooden floor through her dress, that nothing else mattered in that moment.

She wanted him. Right. Fucking. Now. Scootaloo bit her lower lip as she looked Anon over, taking in every detail about him, from his casual looking clothing to his shapely muscles and handsome, flat face. Unable to take the burning in her loins for even another moment, she swallowed what remained of her self control, took Anon by the belt, and led him somewhat forcefully behind the stage where nopony could see.

“Look…I know you said you would help us after the dance, and after our coltfriends and all that, and I get it!” Scootaloo commented, her voice being kept as a loud whisper. “But the thing is, being in heat is really really hard, and I’ve been waiting all day! But it burns, and maybe you wouldn’t understand because you’re a stallion or whatever and you’ve never had to deal with it… but I can’t keep waiting!” Her face was becoming more and more scarlet from her lust. “So, I know you want my first time to be with Rumble and I totally get that, you’re a responsible adult and all that, but couldn’t you just, I dunno, so something with your fingers real quick?” Her face twisted into a pleading smile. “I promise I won’t tell anypony, and you won’t even be taking my virginity, technically! Please… I really need help!” The little orange pegasus had to catch her breath after her frantic plea.

“... … …” Anon was silent for a moment, but seeing the look on Scootaloo’s face, he could only sigh. Looking around, he sighed again, subtly gesturing with a hand. “Follow me.”
Scootaloo followed him out a back door and past a supply closet, hoping to not run into anyone important. His heartbeat doubled and a blush rose to his face. Sher murmured and cooed a little under her breath as she followed him. She noticed his blush as well, and did a mental little hoof-pump. Boy, were the other girls going to be pissed! Before either of them knew it, they ended up in the woods behind Rumble and Button’s cabin.

Scootaloo’s excitement grew as she was led outside, and by the time they ended up in the woods behind the cabin, the back of her pretty little dress was sopping wet. Estrus was hard for all fillies, especially their first time, but it was worse for some then it was for others, and the young Pegasus was definitely in that “some” category. Swallowing hard, she could only imagine what Anon was going to do to her. Her mind raced with all manner of wants and fantasies, even if she was technically cheating her friends.

Almost immediately, Anon planted a wet sloppy kiss on Scooty’s lips while the filly started to shiver with delight. She felt his hand glide up and down her back, expertly untying the ribbon that held her dress together. On the next pass, he ran his fingers through her mane, which drove her batty. A second later, his other hand made its way up her leg, dangerously close to her dripping wet privates. He could even pick up evidence of her arousal on his fingers. She was fucking LOVING the attention she was getting. Perhaps she would bed the sexy counselor before either of her friends would…

At the same time, though, he was teasing the hell out of her, as though he was demanding some precious thing of hers. Her musk was now burning his nostrils and driving him insane. An all-encompassing desire was slowly consuming him. Scootaloo kissed Anon back enthusiastically, if a bit sloppily. She’d made out with Rumble plenty of times, but this was different, somehow, either because of the dripping heat in her loins, or because Anon was so different from her coltfriend, or maybe both. She tried to grind herself against him, desperate to feel him down there and satisfy that carnal lust. Fingers in her mane, and fingers near her hungry hole… it was almost too much, and she whined into his mouth, wordlessly begging him for more, her desperate clit winking in and out, begging for attention.

“Scootaloo." Anon said between gasps of air, pulling away. “I can tell you really want this.” Scootaloo was disappointed as the kiss broke, but blushed at the praise.

“Me too!” Scootlaoo moaned, gasping for air as she wanted to take in as much of this arousing scent as she could. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you! Let’s just do it, Anon! Right here, nopony has to know! Not even my friends! They would just get jealous anyway!”

Anon leaned in again for another kiss before dashing back inside and leaving her out to dry. He had to refill his thermos before anyone important noticed that he was gone. Once inside, he dug around through his backpack for a bottle of wine that he’d stashed away, and poured himself another glass. He then went out the back door and briskly made his way back towards the mess. He noticed Scootaloo again, mouthing “Rumble” to her. He was going to go after the yellow one or the white one next, whichever was cuter.

Upon his arrival in the mess hall, amidst the fog machine smoke, lights, and thumping music, he scoped out his other two targets for the evening’s festivities. Scootaloo sighed, fixing her dress, having just somewhat recovered from her experience. She was far from satisfied but at least she knew he wanted it. Still tingling something fierce in her back end, she made her way back to her coltfriend who had clearly noticed that she’d been gone. She smiled at him awkwardly, and claimed that she had to use the little filly’s room. He didn’t seem convinced, but he dropped the issue when she stuck her tongue in his mouth. Scootaloo had to direct all that horny energy somewhere.

On the dance floor, Apple Bloom and Tender Taps were dancing up a storm! Tender was clearly the stronger dancer, but the way he guided Apple Bloom across the floor made it hard to tell, and thankfully the farm filly had the stamina to keep up with him. Meanwhile, Sweetie Belle and Button were sitting instead of dancing. Button was talking about some game or another, but Sweetie seemed to only be half-listening as she tried to block out the burning in her groin, smiling and answering only when called to do so. Noticing the little unicorn seemingly disinterested in her boyfriend, Anon approached Sweetie.

“Hey, how are things going?” Anon asked, looking between Sweetie and Button. “If you’re not into dancing, can I interest you two in some punch?”

“Oh… h-hey Anon! Um, yeah, I would love some!” Looking anywhere but his face, she couldn’t help but notice the way his body filled out his clothing, and she swallowed hard. “Button, I’m going to go get some punch.”

“Okay, I’ll be here.” Button commented, seemingly unaware what was going to happen to his marefriend. “Don’t take too long, I wasn’t finished explaining about-” Whatever he was saying was being tuned out by that point.

“Alright.” Anon commented, gesturing to Sweetie to follow him. “If you’d follow me?”

Walking in the general direction of the punch bowl, he took another swig of wine from his thermos. He had no intention of getting her a glass of punch, though, as he prepared to slip back outside. Sweetie held her breath as she followed Anon. As he led her past the punch bowl and out the door, she knew he must have some kind of naughty intentions for her, and her heart raced in anticipation. Looking over his shoulder to see Sweetie, he smiled as he wandered back towards the wood pile at the back of the mess hall.

He then pounced, planting a juicy kiss on her lips and holding her body tightly to his. A faint thud could still be heard. The smell of dew-kissed leaves hung in the air, along with a difficult-to-describe musk, possibly Sweetie’s aching pussy. Sweetie moaned in ecstasy as their lips crashed together, as she turned all of her pent up frustrations into passion, unconsciously grinding against him and losing herself in the relatively simple act.

“It’s ok baby, I can satisfy that little pussy…” Anon commented, his voice only causing a shiver to run through Sweetie’s body. Too stunned to even talk, she just stared dreamily into his eyes, nodding faintly as a line of saliva still connected them. “Can you go get Button and drag his ass over to our cabin after the dance is over?”

Anon punctuated his request with another deep kiss. When the kiss broke, Sweetie Belle nodded enthusiastically, with stars in her eyes, and she was practically skipping as she headed back to the dance. His next task now was to find the yellow earth pony of the bunch and hope she wasn’t too worn out after all that dancing.

Apple Bloom was sitting down when Anon returned, sweating slightly as Tender Taps tore up the floor. She would still be out there with him, but a particularly bad estrus pang had nearly taken her off her hooves. As she distractedly watched her coltfriend dancing alone, her hoof discreetly rubbed at her filly parts. Anon plopped down beside Apple Bloom and offered to get her a towel or something else to wipe off the sweat. Apple Bloom jerked her hoof away as though it had never been between her legs.

“Oh… hehe, yeah… Thanks.” Apple Bloom said, panting between breaths as she was flushed and blushing hard. “Is it really, really warm in here, or is that just me?”

“Could be…” Anon replied, oblivious to her slicked hoof. The cinnamon apple aroma from that slick stuff was starting to do things to him, driving him to be even more bold. He resisted the urge to pick her up off her hooves and ravage her. “We could go outside for a second, get some fresh air. Wanna come?”

“Do Ah ever…” Apple Bloom said, absently, before remembering she was talking to someone. “Uh… want to go outside, Ah mean. Yeah!”

“Sure thing hun, just follow me.” Anon commented, keeping a calm expression as he gestured the filly to follow him. “I know a little place by the lake…” He picked up his wine thermos once again, so he wouldn’t forget. Apple Bloom followed the counselor out back, honestly not expecting any funny business.

“So… Ah’m sorry for what my friends and I did earlier today.” Apple Bloom said as she walked. “We were just desperate, is all. We ain’t never felt this way before. It’s driving us nuts!”

“I know, sweetheart." Anon said, sipping his wine in transit to the boulder by the lake where he’d occasionally slip away for a smoke or mess around with a staffer. “In fact, I’m quite flattered. Means you’re just growing up.”

“Ah appreciate it!” Apple Bloom said, and then blushed. “That said, I would still like to… you know… if ya still want to.”

Hearing this, he made a beeline for that secret spot, Apple Bloom in tow, wanting to do things to her that he’d probably end up teaching her boyfriend later. Apple Bloom wasn’t the quickest pony on the uptake, but she understood body language well enough to know what “yes I’m still interested” looked like, and she followed just as quickly. After sampling both Scootaloo and Sweetie Bell, Anon was becoming more and more experienced with enjoying the filly and her body.

“Come here honey…” Anon said, his voice was dripping with desire and the effects of the wine he’d been nursing throughout the night. “We don’t have a lot of time.” This time around, his fingers wandered up and down Apple Bloom’s spine while the pair kissed deeply and whispered dirty fantasies to each other.Pleasant chills had Apple Bloom shuddering and shaking with delight as those fingers caressed her; no one had ever felt like that before! “How does that feel?”

“Yer fingers are amazing’...” Apple Bloom cooed, shivering with delight as she started panting. “Ah can’t wait to feel them inside me…”

“Your pussy smells like apple pie too.” Anon commented with a snicker. “ I can’t wait to taste it…”

Anon’s fingers gently teased her flanks, taking care to not get near her glistening wet honeypot. His mouth soon followed, peppering her body with kisses down her neck, down her sculpted body, her supple flank, down her hind legs. He was practically worshiping this hormone-ravaged young mare. Apple Bloom moaned and squirmed, driven mad by the assault, wishing so badly to feel him right there but knowing he wouldn’t… not yet, not until Tender Taps had tapped her tenderly, first.

“Why don’t you grab your boy and meet us all at my cabin after the dance?” Anon suggested. He held her in his arms, panting, wanting, needing. Both of their hearts were beating out of their chests. “I can do things with my tongue that’ll drive you absolutely wild.”
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“My what…” Apple Bloom said distractedly, before her eyes widened. “Oh my gosh, Tender Taps! Of course! I almost forgot! I’ll bring him, sure I will!”

“Well okay then, let’s head back!” Anon said, fully letting Apple Bloom go. “We don’t want to keep anyone waiting.”

Anon rushed off back towards the mess hall, desperately trying to distract himself from his erect cock now flopping around in his shorts, making it difficult to run straight. He managed to make it back just in time for the next to last dance; thankfully stopping to tuck his dick back into his pants. He finished his wine in one last big gulp and shimmied off towards the restroom to fill up on water. Nothing except for nasty thoughts of the crusaders raced through his head now, almost like a restless puppy. As he made his way towards the bathroom, which thankfully has full plumbing but is still a separate building to itself, Anon could hear a strange, wet sound coming from behind one of the cabins.

As he got closer, the wet noises were joined by the sound of a feminine voice, gasping in pleasure! His heartbeat quickly intensified as the mystery girl’s moans reached his ear. He swigged a thermos full of water as quickly as he could and made his way back behind the cabin where the sound originated. What he saw back there was two fillies one pink and one a silvery gray engaging in a truly lewd display. The silver pony had her mouth between the pink one’s thighs, lapping away hungerly, while the other filly squirmed and moaned as quietly as she could! His eyes widened and his jaw dropped to the ground.

“My my, what do we have here?” Anon asked, looking between the two as he was enjoying the sight of the ponies caught in the act. The silver pony’s head suddenly shoots up, mouth dripping with drool and filly juices, and her glasses slightly askew.

“This uh… this isn’t what it looks like!” She says, but the pink one simply rolls her eyes.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Spoony. This is exactly what it looks like.” The pink one pushes down on “Spoony’s” head, and the silver earth pony slowly returns to what she was doing. “So… like what you see?”

“I don’t know what to say exactly…” Anon pensively replied, secretly hoping he could join them. He almost considered bringing them to the cabin with everybody else when he heard the announcement for the last dance call out in the distance. “Shit! Gotta go!”

“Go? But you just got here!” She said, somewhat sulkily. “I’m sure there’s something else you might be interested in here.”

“... … …” Anon pondered, pausing for a moment, then turned around. “Go on…”

“Ah… hold up a second, Silver.” She said with a grin. “You see… we’re into mares… but this stupid estrus doesn’t care about that, and just normal orgasms don't make it go away… we need cum. That’s the only thing that makes the burning stop so, you picking up what I’m putting down?”

“That’s your plan, D? That’s… pretty smart, actually.” Silver added. “Everything else just kind of makes it worse. And you can’t get us pregnant! Diamond, you’re a genius!”

“I have my moments." Diamond replied. “So…what do you say?”

“Meet me at my cabin after the dance is over. I’ll need a little bit of time since I’m dealing with the Crusaders.” Anon said as he darted back towards the mess hall, hoping that his cover up until this point wasn’t blown. “Toodles!”

“The… crusaders. Of course we’d be stuck getting their sloppy seconds.” Diamond sighed, rubbing the sides of her head. “Well Spoony, we’ve still got time, and my pussy isn’t going to eat itself!”

Amazingly, no other staff members even seemed to have noticed, and Mrs. Cheerilee even smiled and waved at him as he caught the later half of the final song. All three of the girls were slow-dancing with their coldfriends, and all three of them seemed a lot more at peace after a little bit of Anon’s attention. Anon smiled as the last chords of the current song rang out. Mrs Cheerilee approached him. Though he was enjoying himself with the fillies, he couldn’t deny a mature mare like her did have some good features. Maybe the crusaders would be fully figured like that when they got older?

“Well, Anon, I see you’re behaving yourself this year.” Mrs. Cheerilee commented, smiling at Anon. From the smell of her, something like musk and lilacs, clearly even Cheerilee wasn’t immune to the effects of estrus, but she was clearly better composed then the fillies. “Not that I blame you for your… interests, but I would hate to see you getting into trouble after Twilight’s decree. Are you going to be okay supervising? I see you got cabin three.”

“I’ve got cabin six or seven I think.” Anon replied. “My stuff’s in one of them.” Anon let out a faint giggle. “You didn’t miss me at all, did you?”

“Oh Anon, you know I’m always happy to see you." Mrs Cheerilee said, flirtatiously swatting his legs with her tail. “Even if you are a troublemaker.” He reached out to embrace her, giving her a quick peck on the forehead in doing so.

“Come to think of it, you’re the sixth girl who’s propositioned me tonight.” Anon commented, chuckling a little to himself as he looked at the blushing mare. “I know it’s their ovaries doing the talking for them, but there’s still the worry. I haven’t been intimate with more than two girls in one go, even since high school.”

“Sixth! My my… you’re getting more popular every year! Well… I’ll tell you what. I’ll stay out of your hair tonight.” Mrs Cheerliee said, rubbing her hoof along Anon’s chest. “I’m a big girl, I can handle a little heat. Just… be careful. Oh… and come see me tomorrow, hmm? Assuming you’ve recovered by then!”

“Alright sugar.” He leaned in for one last embrace. “Before I go… Do you have anything for stamina, like a potion or anything?” Cheerilee took a moment to look through her pure, before pulling out a small purple vial.

“This cost me fifteen bits." Mrs Cheerilee said with an apparent sigh. "But I guess you need it more than I do. This should give you extra stamina, and reduce your refractory time to almost nothing. You’re welcome. As are those lucky fillies.” She winked as she gave you the potion. Anon made a mental note to pay her back for her generosity later.

“Thanks a lot. I might make another trip into Ponyville to get more supplies… or perhaps foal control.” Anon said, chuckling a little as he took the vial. This was more assistance than he expected, but wasn’t going to turn her down. He was getting ready to walk out the door when he noticed the Crusaders winking at him and waving to him. Apple Bloom even raised her tail to give Anon a peek at what was to come. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, I promise.”

Once the six foals caught up with Anon, Rumble took one good look at him and sighed. It was clear the three colts had somewhat caught onto what had happened. Though they didn’t seem upset by anything. If anything, Anon could tell Tender and Button didn’t seem overall bothered. Rumble was the only one with any major expression across his face he had to be careful around. As for the fillies, they were only blushing as they giggled amongst themselves. It was clear they were exchanging stories, and were all raring to go with the human.

“Oh, I suddenly get it.” Rumble commented, looking between his marefriend and Anon. “You’re the reason Scoot’s been acting strange.” The other two colts share a look, and the girls all look slightly guilty.

“Hey, yeah, Apple Bloom’s been acting all distracted tonight." Tender Taps says. Anon took a big breath in and braced himself for what he was about to say. “She said she was fine, but the way she danced was way different when she came back.”

“Look… I don’t know how else to say it, but… your filly friends are all in heat for the very first time. That is, all on the precipice of becoming mares.” Anon proposed, looking at the colts with a stoic look on his face, heart still beating out of his chest, still sweating in anticipation. “Turns out, they need a little bit of hired help to take care of the burning feeling under their tails. That would be where you come in. Are you up for this, gentlecolts?” The colts looked at him with their jaws slack.

“Woah… that was blunt." Tender Taps said, but Rumble and Button Mash tapped hooves, grinning like idiots. “Guys, what do you-”

"Hell yeah we’re ready!” Rumble began. Um… as long as the girls are rea-"

"Yeah, we’re bucking ready!” Scootaloo screamed, cutting her coltfriend off. “Let’s get going before I explode!”

“Really? Are you sure you’re ready?” Anon asked, looking more at the colts, while gesturing a hand over the fillies. “Because they’ve been raring to go all fucking day.”

All three colts were already at half mast…except for Rumble, who was still fully hard from a taxing make-out session with Scootaloo. He only nervously nodded, making Anon chuckle to himself. He fixed his face to regain his composure, then turned to head back towards the cabin. En route, he uncorked the stamina potion that Cheerilee gave him and downed the strange purple liquid in one go. To his surprise, it tasted almost like cotton candy, not like the weird tasting ones that Zecora often made. The potion re-energized him almost immediately. He approached the door to the cabin, the three colts in tow. Anon knocked on the door and took a deep breath. It was about to begin.