# Out of Boy Stuff?

Archer was unable to tear her eyes away from her own hips. The sight of them didn’t do justice to the visceral feelings evoked as Apple Bloom’s penetration brought intimate awareness to her deepest passage. It looked so innocent, that belly of hers, just a smooth even curve of blue fur that revealed nothing of the intense reaction going on inside of it. She could feel something hot and firm, where only wet emptiness once was. She could feel something inside her stretching and clenching against his penis. She could feel his penis with her insides.

When he first nestled into her lips, her labia just wrapped around him and stretched delightfully. But then he just kept going. His penis should have met the unyielding limit of her pelvic wall, but it just slid deeper, and deeper and deeper. She went from pressing against him to wrapping around him, and she was unable to stop her hips from swallowing him up like some kind of hungry beast. It didn’t seem real that the‒ the colt would be able to put that entire huge thing all the way in, but it just kept going in, and there was no indication inside her that it would hit a limit any time soon.

In fact, the only limit in the end was their pelvises. The male pony ground his against hers so incredibly that it made her fur stand on end. He stilled then, and Archer grunted tensely, her insides shifting trying to adjust to having a... a penis in there. She didn’t even have to look to know what was happening to her, just tilted her head back breathing into the air, and feeling that penis filling her up. It was jerking every now and again, twitching actively inside her, making her insides squirm around it gloriously. And the colt the‒ Apple Bloom, the colt Apple Bloom was saying was– he was saying something to her.

“Archer? Archer? You alright?”

Apple Bloom wasn’t sure why she wasn’t driven to insensate bliss by the feel of a filly’s vagina wrapped around her dick, but she took it as an opportunity to learn better about whether she was doing it right. Penetrating Archer was as pleasant as it had been with Scootaloo, a warm feeling of accomplishment filling her as she hilted in the blue pony, twitching intermittently against her, and inside her. Despite the filly’s overwhelmed reaction at being filled, Apple Bloom got Archer’s attention relatively quickly. “You alright?” she said, pinning Archer’s hips down patiently. Once the pony could focus on her face again, Apple Bloom added,

“How’re you doing?”

The blue filly just gaped at her own hips incredulously. “How is this possible?” she gasped, her hooves braced tight on the crunchy gravel, her pelvis shaking with the effort of just keeping Apple Bloom contained, also with being held still from moving by Bloom’s firm but patient stance. Archer was trying so hard to thrust and she didn’t even know she was supposed to! It was so cute and exciting to see her getting into it this much. Why was this possible? Why was it so fun for a colt to cure a filly’s estrus?

“Ah... Ah dunno,” Apple Bloom confessed, rocking her hips against Archer’s in weak short thrusts. She didn’t want to move yet, but she couldn’t stand still any more than Archer could. Apple Bloom had trained herself well to thrust into a filly, and her body was demanding that she engage in that right away. The ovenlike heat that she was buried in just made her ache to stroke herself on it. She tried to keep the movements short and shallow though, enough to stimulate herself without losing the other pony just yet.

Apple Bloom tried to explain, but she didn’t understand how something like this could be so incredible and mind blowing. “It just... it just feels good, right?” she said, “So that’s what ah’m doing.”

Archer nodded weakly, saying “You were r-right. This is more amazing than your t-tongue.” Her eyes were big and her head was slightly tilted down. She’d reached up to wrap her hooves around Apple Bloom’s sides looking into her eyes with confusion and a growing excitement glimmering in their wide blue depths. The dawning of understanding in them at just how much fun what Apple Bloom was doing to her was. Good gravy but she hadn’t seen nothing yet!

Apple Bloom again paused in her restless hip movements Archer tensing up against her and just a little bit around her. Then Bloom winked craftily, saying “Ah ain’t finished yet.” Archer actually looked a little scared at that, but AB was fairly sure Archer would like this just as much as Apple Bloom needed to do it.

So with minutes to orgasm and 40 minutes left in recess, Apple Bloom started thrusting into Archer, hard.

It wasn’t an hour ago that Archer didn’t even know about boy stuff. She hadn’t even masturbated before, just fallen into estrus completely unprepared for the feelings that came with it. Sure she knew about labia and mons and stychian something tubes, but none of that was a big hot thick dick in her cunt. Even impaled on his dick she didn’t know what was happening, or what Apple Bloom was going to do, embedded in her like that with those teasingly slow shallow thrusts. She had a moment of panic welling up inside her when Bloom implied that there was something even better than this. He held her down with his hips even as she struggled for more of that sliding motion, then...

Archer couldn’t even think with the electric pumping pleasure radiating out from her passage. It immediately made her buck against the earnestly thrusting colt, Apple Bloom. He seemed to love that, doubling his effort, so soon him and Archer were clutching each other thrusting together frantically. Archer’s hips felt like they were moving all on their own, her eyes squinted from the effort and the overwhelming rush this pistoning gave her. She inhaled his scent pressed up right against his chest. They were tightly held together, both in an intense needy hug that only parted by their hips, rolling rhythmically against each other.

Archer didn’t know why she was thrusting. She wasn’t even thinking about estrus anymore. She was just thinking about sliding that penis along the strange clutching inside of her as roughly as she could. It felt so good to squeeze down and have something in there to squeeze down on. It felt so good to stroke that mysterious place that she now knew was less of a flower and more of a chasm. She had never realized how unsatisfying it was before, clenching down on nothing at all. She never realized what a boy’s penis was meant to do to her, or how much she would love it. Her thoughts were racing, but all focused on the phenomenon happening inside her groin. She felt spectacular!

Thinking about the hot fluids sweating out from within her, coating that dick in a glistening sheen, soaking into the gravel beneath her bottom made her shudder with joy. She was thinking about how she could still feel the heat radiating from that penis, despite her already burning loins. Could a penis be even hotter than heat? And if that wasn’t enough, a bubbly, itchy tingle had started to build deep in her cunt, and every thrust the colt made seemed to stoke it higher and higher.

“W-wait‒” Archer panted to Apple Bloom, pushing the colt’s chest to arm’s length, panickedly. It didn’t stop him from thrusting though. She was afraid of the feeling building in her that just would not stop tingling more and more. Was something going wrong? She felt like she was losing control of herself! The more she struggled to steady her feelings and piston devotedly against him the more they built up in her making her thrusts more ragged and spastic.

Apple Bloom did not wait, or even hesitate, and, really Archer’s words were hard to distinguish from her gasps at this point, as she fought to control the feeling and keep steady so she could continue enjoying that dick inside her. There was no keeping it steady though. The more Archer pushed him back, the more intent Apple Bloom seemed to be to thrust in and out of her. Without any way to stop that thrusting, it just built up inside her and she couldn’t stop squeezing around him and, like a dam, she burst.

It was beautiful and terrible. The uncontrollable rhythmic ripples her cunt made around that shaft were each accompanied by a mind shattering wave of pleasure, one that didn’t die off completely before the next one came, and then the next. It was beautiful because it was the most wonderful thing she’d ever felt in her life. She couldn’t be scared by it because she had that penis to cling to and that made her feel like it was alright. It was terrible because she couldn’t feel anything but the pleasure. She was only vaguely aware of her back arching and her hips jerking wildly. She couldn’t even see clearly, sparkles dancing before her eyes. She felt like she was floating, falling through a rushing stream. She couldn’t even tell if she was helping push against Apple Bloom anymore, and she was terrified that he might lose interest or get worried because of this reaction of hers, and pull out of her.

He didn’t though, and as Archer rode the pleasure secure in his embrace without interruption, she felt her fear just draining away. He didn’t mind that she was feeling so good, and he didn’t think she was a bad pony for feeling that way, and that made her own feelings just so incredible she could hardly breathe. She was out of it enough that she didn’t even notice her orgasm coming down later, not until she felt that penis flare inside her.

As a matter of fact, Archer was also out-of-the-know about penises, or about how they flared, but considering the amount of nerve endings being stimulated down there it could probably be said that in less than a second Archer had a better understanding of the flare than a filly who had just looked at diagrams before. Whatever that incredible happening was before that had stolen her senses away, now she was sensing every little thing happening. She gulped and thrashed helplessly as that dick expanded inside her, kissing right up to her soaking inner flesh. She blinked to try and clear her vision, hungering to see the furry adonis who was hunched over her, the pony who was making his penis do that inside her, to look into his eyes as he forced his shaft in and out.

She managed to grip his chest with a shaking hoof when Apple Bloom began to climax. His sudden halt after one powerful thrust shocked her even more to her senses. Her senses more clearly returned to her as the stimulation from that constant thrusting suddenly ceased, the colt heaving against her and swelling inside her one more glorious time. She could see his eyes lost in the distance as some inner sensation consumed him, a strangled moan of pleasure escaping his lips. She looked at Apple Bloom almost worried, as her friend’s friend’s now male face had a tense expression that faded to open eyed drunken relief with a harshly whispered “Oh yeah!” He looked at her–

And, after that if Archer didn’t have a cunt, she would have sworn that was all Apple Bloom did, just leaning against her, holding her tight, staring down into her eyes. Apple Bloom’s mouth was gaping with the effort and the compulsion to do something ...unseen. But not unseen to Archer, because she did have a cunt, and inside that cunt Apple Bloom’s penis was throbbing and jerking all on its own. There was no thrusting anymore, only jerk, jerk, jerk, pulse

A strangled cry escaped her mouth when Archer felt the semen pulse deep inside her. It was something hot in there, something sticky and gooey that chased her tingles away and soaked her parched flesh. It was like his dick had melted, but it couldn’t have melted because it was still as firm as she could possibly squeeze around it. It was just twitching and pumping against her solid clutches, while Archer felt fuller and fuller until there was no inch of her that wasn’t covered in that tingly slimy sensation.

Apple Bloom grunted as the semen topped her out, Archer’s eyes snapping to her crotch as the new feeling revealed itself as a gooey white ooze dribbling and squirting out of her around the tight seal her vaginal entrance made around Apple Bloom’s cock. As her half-conscious cries of relief shook quietly through her, and the colt continued to determinedly pump his seed into her belly, she just watched the semen trickle down her pelvis in tingling rivulets soaking into her fur, and for no explicable reason it made her heart ache with joy.

If Apple Bloom had mentioned boy stuff, Archer had been too nervous to pay attention. So she really didn’t know what it was that was leaking out of her vagina, or what Apple Bloom was doing in there. She sure paid attention to how she felt though. Like a gentle river had washed away the burning ache inside her, like how somehow this gross gooey squishy stuff felt even more tender and welcoming than the nicest of hugs, even more than when that dick had slid inside her neatly and cleanly. Even when Apple Bloom pulled out, Archer still felt full. She felt gooey and fuzzy and happy and warm. She might have giggled girlishly, but neither Bloom nor Scootaloo bothered her about it.

With Apple Bloom free of her crotch, Archer had the freedom to look more closely, once she felt like she could move again. Her whole body was cooling down and relaxing. The stuff that had squirted out of her was thick, white and milky, and it was dribbling out of her vagina every time she felt a lingering twinge in there. She took a glop on her hoof and peered at it, saying, “What is this stuff?”

“It’s boy stuff!” Apple Bloom told her brightly. Apple Bloom had stood up on all fours now, but Archer just... just wanted to lay here for a while. “I-it comes out of me when I orgasm,” Apple Bloom explained, “Down here I guess,” He pointed at the much less turgid looking dick between his legs. “It’s what makes the estrus go away. You don’t feel it anymore, right?”

Archer blinked and thought to herself, but not a smidgen of heat was left, not in between her legs, not even in her head. She didn’t have the slightest inclination to swish her tail or that uneasy restlessness in her hooves. She felt amazing. And she said as much, making Apple Bloom blush again and say aw shucks in that adorable tone of voice that he seemed to have now.

“So this came from inside you?” Archer clarified.

“Uh huh,” Apple Bloom nodded.

“And now it’s inside me,” she said thoughtfully, putting a hoof over her opening and pressing it against there. “It’s like... you’re still inside me.”

Apple Bloom crossed a hoof and blushed, but nodded saying, “Left a little bit of me in you ah guess.”

Archer squeezed her legs together, hooves twitching happily. “I want you to stay inside me forever,” she cooed. Apple Bloom didn’t answer that, but after a time he just sat down beside Archer and put a golden hoof across Archer’s belly, resting his chin on top of Archer’s head. It was like a dream come true.

“Hey lovebirds!” Scootaloo’s voice came from outside, “You got quiet. You done yet?”

“We are so done!” Apple Bloom called out cheerfully, hugging Archer against her like Archer was a giant puppy. It was honestly the kindest thing anyone had done for Archer in a long time. In thinking that, Archer wasn’t sure if she was referring to the hug, the rutting, or Scootaloo being so awesome as to tell her about an amazing thing like this. But she felt... more content than she could remember feeling. The whispers from her hips were making her feel like everything’s going to be just fine.

“Wow,” Scootaloo said popping in, “That was fast!”

“Archer was pretty much ready for it the moment she walked in,” Apple Bloom said bashfully, which made Archer blush. She didn’t like being under pressure like that, even when it was her own body pressuring her.

“We still got like a half hour,” Scootaloo said, “You want to go play around the creek or something?”

“What about you, Archer?” Apple Bloom asked. “You want to come play with us?”

With the fires of lust soothed between her legs and the fires of friendship surging in her breast, she said, “Oh, yes! Let’s go!”

Even Scootaloo was a bit stunned by Archer’s attitude the rest of the break period. She wasn’t usually this confident or forward or ready to jump into things. Whatever Apple Bloom was doing to end their estrus it seemed to be doing a lot of good besides just that. Somehow she had her old friend back again, the one who wouldn’t let her let go of life no matter what. It was so easy to lose a filly like that from where they lived.

Apple Bloom on the other hoof was a little bit less cheerful, facing Scootaloo and saying, “Scoots, we need to talk.”

“About what?” Scootaloo asked curiously. She didn’t think she offended her friend recently at least.

“About how you told me to be all quiet like about this, and you even threatened mah nuts,”

“Oh, heh heh I wouldn’t really I mean, you know.”

“Yeah, but I don’t get it. You tell me to never tell another soul, then you go and brag about it to Sweetie and now Archer? What gives, Scootaloo?”

“I didn’t tell them!” Scootaloo said in a hushed tone, “Think of what it would do to my image!”

“Uh, Sweetie up and told me that you told her ah could fix her estrus. You did tell them, and that’s okay, but why didn’t you want me to say anything?”

Scootaloo stared at Apple Bloom uncomprehendingly, the gears turning in her head until she figured out that they weren’t talking about the same thing.

“No, I only meant the‒” she glanced aside at Archer who was looking over at them with a bit of concern. Leaning close to Apple Bloom she whispered, “The kiss.”

“Okay,” Apple Bloom said skeptically, “But what about it?”

“It’s just sort of,” Scootaloo blushed, shifting hooves, “You know, I don’t do that sort of namby pamby lovey dovey stuff, like kissing and hugs and...”

“Everypony needs hugs, Scootaloo.”

“Well not me!” she declared, “I don’t need any of that stuff! I’m tough like Rainbow Dash. Did you ever see her getting all kissy and sappy?”

Apple Bloom glanced up and she could have sworn she could see Rainbow Dash right now laying up there on a cloud making out with Thunderlane. But it was probably just her imagination, and she didn’t want to shatter Scoots’ fragile paradigm, so she nodded and said, “Ah got ya. Your secret is safe with me. Now let’s get Archer over here. Hey Archer!”

The other pegasus perked up and trotted over to them. “Show me more a your water bell things,” Apple Bloom said excitedly. “Think you could teach Scootaloo to do that?”

At the end of break Apple Bloom was more than ready to hit the books again. Doing this penis thing seemed to make her even more confident and relaxed than just being a boy in the first place. But before she could go in, Archer stopped her as Bloom headed in to heed the mid-period bell. Scootaloo ran ahead while Apple Bloom kept back with Archer. Having recovered some of her less exhuberant demeanor, Archer said quietly, “Apple Bloom, can I ask you something?”

Apple Bloom turned to the blue filly who just about looked like she was glowing from contentment. “Sure thing Archer,” Apple Bloom said.

“The white stuff you put in me,” she questioned, “That’ll get rid of my estrus right?”

“Well it sure worked for Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle. Did you see, she wasn’t even drinking her Moon Tea today! I can’t see as it wouldn’t work for you. You look better already!”

Archer blushed at the complement, saying quickly “It’s about my friend,” then scraping a hoof and saying “My study partner really. She’s having estrus too, and it’s making it hard for us.. for her to study. I was hoping you could help with that?”

“It’ll be a might difficult,” Apple Bloom pondered, “My brother doesn’t want me to go out for anything. But maybe if it’s for studying he’ll say yes...”

Archer smiled and closed her eyes saying, “That would be wonderful if you could. She doesn’t have any colt friends... or many friends at all really.”

“Who’re we talking about?” Apple Bloom said skeptically.

“Her name’s Dinky, the purple grey unicorn with the blonde mane.”

“Oh ah know Dinky,” Apple Bloom nodded, “She’s part of Scootaloo’s fan club thing. I didn’t know she didn’t have friends?”

“She keeps to herself a lot,” Archer said quietly. “She’s too serious for her own good, I think. Could use a little loosening up.”

Apple Bloom chuckled, “Can’t promise all that much, but I’d be happy to fix your friend’s estrus. Was kind of planning on helping out some other fillies anyways.”

“I’d really appreciate it!” Archer said wiggling her hips happily, “And I’m sure she would too.”

“Well,” Apple Bloom pondered, “Ask her anyway. If she says yes I’ll see if I can come over, and hey! Once her estrus is fixed we can all study together!”

“Good idea! It was making it so hard to study. I hope I’ll be able to do it now.”

Archer ran off then, shouting “Come on!” behind her. So Apple Bloom followed her right back to class. She did see Diamond Tiara coming back but hurried inside before anything could happen. The empty milkshake glass balanced on Diamond’s rump gave Apple Bloom a pretty good idea what she’d been up to during break. Bloom kicked herself for being worried about nothing.

It was as ordinary a rest of the day as it could possibly be for a filly turned colt. Apple Bloom couldn’t help but feel flattered at all the attention she was getting at lunch, though she had a pretty good idea why she was getting it. She tried to extend out her penis again but it didn’t really seem to want to behave, plus it was kind of sore from when she did it with Archer.

“It does make a loooot of boy goo,” Scootaloo said trying to look casual about her assumed wisdom. “Didn’t know you could pack that much into a colt!”

“Maybe you’re out?” said little Noi.

That got a chorus of disappointed awwws from the fillies around. Some even started to walk away, which Apple Bloom didn’t mind one bit. Especially Diamond’s retinue. It wasn’t just Silver Spoon that sided with her. That filly was loaded, and fillies flocked to her because of it. Then Diamond used gifts or blackmail to make sure they stayed with her, or more often gifts as blackmail. It was a bigger problem than Apple Bloom knew how to deal with, and a lot of ponies even seemed to like it, that snobby frou frou better-than-thou attitude she required. She didn’t really want to interfere, but it just made it easier for Diamond to mess with her, and Apple Bloom was treading on dangerous ground if they would risk infuriating Diamond just to fix their estrus.

Diamond had been hovering on the periphery of the table area Apple Bloom was at, all the whole time in fact, glaring hatefully her way. But she wouldn’t come over, not even close. Sure enough after her friends lost interest in “the new colt” and returned to talk with Diamond, that burning rage disappeared from her face and just turned to her usual cruel taunts and nasty statements behind other ponies’ backs. Apple Bloom felt relieved, but also worried. If there was any filly that could be construed as pure evil it was Diamond. She was so mean she acted like it was her duty to be that way, or something.

There were still fillies hanging around Apple Bloom though, still looking curious as a rabbit in a carrot factory. She honestly didn’t know what to do with all this attention now that she had it. Unsure of what to do she just took another slug of milk down and chewed on her hearty sandwich. It was good thick whole milk too. Nice thing about Ponyville is it was right by a dairy commune, and not that Apple Bloom would say this in front of the cows that worked there but they all had udders that put a pony’s to shame, with like six teats on ‘em and just chock full of milk.

She looked down at her own pelvis with a curious thought, but the table angle was a bit too awkward to see anything, plus another filly was speaking up instead of just sorta staring.

“Somepony told me there were three fillies for every colt,” the green maned Aura suggested in her dopey low voice. “Maybe you can only do it three times.”

“I dunno,” Apple Bloom said uncertainly, “Makes sense, I guess?”

She looked over her shoulder, adding “But why don’t you ask the real colts all this stuff? I just got this thing yesterday you know!”

As one, every filly’s head turned towards the colt table. As one, the colts all pulled up their newspapers that they had for some reason up in front of their faces and found something very interesting to read in it.

“Well I can’t get any colt to talk to me,” Aura said frowning, “Ever since this heat started.”

“I didn’t want to talk to them last year,” said a nasal sounding filly whom Apple Bloom didn’t know, “But now all they do is run away!”

Apple Bloom had known about Rumble’s reticence, mostly from the frustrated complaints of Scootaloo, but he was gay. That didn’t explain what other colts were doing. “That is pretty peculiar,” she admitted. “But ah said I’m not the one to ask. Only colt I know in these parts is Spike, and he ain’t even a pony!”

The other thing that was bothering Apple Bloom she didn’t even notice until the end of the day. School was getting out and she walked up to Scootaloo going, “Hey Scoots. You seen Sweetie Belle?”

“Yeah,” Scootaloo said, a bit distracted with the worksheet she hadn’t finished yet. “She’s right‒” and looking around Scootaloo said, “Well she was right here until you came around just now.”

Apple Bloom craned her neck around too, saying “I think I’m gonna go look for her. Haven’t so much as seen her long enough to say hello!”

Peering around the school house, Apple Bloom spotted Sweetie jumping rope with a couple other fillies. But when Sweetie saw her walking over, she just stopped playing and ran off in the other direction.

“Something wrong with Sweetie Belle?” she asked the green and blue fillies, not really knowing them as they were a grade below her, but maybe they knew what was up with Sweetie.

“No,” the green one said. And that’s all she said. The blue one just stayed silent and blushing, staring up at Apple Bloom with dilated eyes. Shrugging, Apple Bloom just gallopped off to try and find her again. But just as she saw Sweetie peeking out from behind a tree a voice came behind Apple Bloom.

“Let’s go.”

“Big Mac?” she said, turning around to see her brother standing there with a serious look on his face.

“Ahm gonna walk you home,” he said.

“What?!”

“It’s just in case,” he insisted, standing beside Apple Bloom possessively.

“Just in case what?!” she protested.

“Not till you’re older,” he droned. “Let’s go.”

“Can’t I even play with my friends a little?”

“No, not till Season’s over.”

“But ah‒”

“Just go,” he said in an angry tone. Apple Bloom fell in line alongside him mostly because she just almost never saw her brother getting angry. Or getting much of anything really. She desperately hoped this wasn’t a repeat of the Gabby Gums fiasco. She thought that one was behind her, but maybe Mac was still sore about it after all. Either way she wasn’t going to do anything to provoke him more than he already was.

That evening at dinner, Apple Bloom brought up the studying thing.

“So ah was wondering,” she said to Granny and Big Macintosh, after finishing her spaghetti, “My friend and her friend wanted to do some studying together.”

She wasn’t surprised when her brother said, “No deal,” but she expected that. With how he was, she had to be extra sure of herself to convince him of anything.

“Well ah haven’t studied enough even though bein’ a boy‒”

“You can study on your own,” Big Mac said.

“Big Mac,” Granny said in a cautionary but worried tone.

“It’s her friend, is the thing,” Apple Bloom said. “She isn’t having any luck studying, and there’s no way she’ll pass at this rate. I just wanted to help her out, y’know? Nothing dangerous.”

“Your friend needs help studying,” Granny asked, “And she doesn’t want anything besides that?”

Apple Bloom nodded hesitantly, “Yeah, apparantly Dinky is the studying sort of pony. We wouldn’t be playing around or lolligaggin, or anything that didn’t help her with her studyin’”

“And she can’t study on her own?” Big Macintosh said in an irritated tone.

“Well she can,” Apple Bloom admitted, “But she won’t get anywhere by herself, not with the way she is.”

“Ah sup...pose it’d be alright,” he said as if he really didn’t want to say it. Granny smiled at him approvingly, and he hastily continued, “But you gotta be careful, and it’s gotta be supervised you hear?”

“I could ask...” Apple Bloom said reluctantly, “I’m sure her parents would be willin to help keep us safe.”

“Keep you safe,” Mac said quietly going after another course of food.

“Say again?” Apple Bloom asked him to qualify, but as often Big Macintosh just went on being silent. The dinner progressed that way, and there just was nothing she could think to his bizarre fixation on her new colthood.

It was halfway through her evening chores that Apple Bloom remembered.

“Oh no!” she uttered, as the hay bale landed safely and precisely on the upper level with a thump. “I forgot, I already used up my boy stuff!”

“How am I gonna help Dinky now?” Apple Bloom moaned. She didn’t get any answers though, She didn’t have any answers, and neither did the pigs, nor the apple trees. Well, the apple trees had the answer of Apple Bloom dropping more apples due to her larger physique and more muscular frame. It felt kinda like cheating though, because really these muscles were Discord’s magic, and not anything Apple Bloom could depend on. Still it was nice that she could help keep up the pace more than usual, what with her sister off saving the world or something the like.

In the end, Apple Bloom just had to go to sleep without any answers. But she got a very loud and very proud answer upon her awakening. She woke up that morning feeling stiff and sore between her legs. Her heart stopped as she thought for a moment that the dreaded estrus had come back. Had Discord’s spell just worn off on its own?

She was relieved and confused on lifting her sheets to find that her penis was sticking out of her, stiff and erect hanging there in the cool moonlight. But she hadn’t even been thinking of pretty fillies. She didn’t recall having any erotic dreams. Yet there it was. She tried touching it, but her hoof just felt kind of like that, a rough hoof that probably could use a trim.

“...I don’t get it.”

Apple Bloom couldn’t figure why it was all stiff when she didn’t even feel like rubbing it, or putting it in a filly. The honest truth is the only thing she really felt was that she needed to pee. That and the feel that it was way too early for waking up. Belatedly she wished she’d remembered to go before she went to bed.

Groaning as she slid out of her bed into the chilly night air she gave the thing a groggy glare before heading down the hall to the toilet room. It was actually hard to aim once she stood over the loo, had to use her hoof to tilt the stiff thing down towards the bowl, and that seemed to make it even stiffer. That didn’t trouble her nearly as much though, as when she let loose and her bladder squeezed down, it ran right up against a wall inside her. It was surprisingly painful; she’d never tried to pee and just had it‒stop like that. If anything it was usually too easy to get it going! But now Apple Bloom started to get more and more alarmed as she couldn’t find any relief. It just would not come out!

“Oh,” she fussed, “Oh no,” walking off the toilet and turning in a circle. She didn’t know there was a trick to peeing. She didn’t know anything about boys! And the worst part is once she tried to pee, now she really had to go. What was she gonna do?

“B-big Mac!” Apple Bloom said desperately. She didn’t want to call louder though he was all the way across the house. Hobbling on her hooves feeling like her bladder was practically sloshing in there, Apple Bloom tried to ignore the jerky bounces of her erect dick while heading to his room. The big red door was latched as always, so she pounded on it with a hoof. “Big Mac!” she said urgently.

There was a thump inside as he got off his bed and walked to the door, opening it and looking down at her with concern. “What is it?” he said worriedly.

“How do ah pee?” she whimpered, dancing on her hooves despite herself.

“Well you just, let go right? Can’t be that different,” he said in a speculatory tone.

“Well it is” she insisted, “Ah woke up and it was all stiff and big like this, and when I tried to pee I couldn’t do it!”

Big Mac shied back when she lifted a hind leg to show him, but recovered his composure quickly, the light of realization dawning in his eyes.

“You got a stiffy,” he said almost wryly.

“It sure is!” she retorted, “Now how do ah pee? I really gotta go! What’s the trick? How do boys do it?”

“Work out your hind legs,” he instructed, “Stretch ‘em real limber and stuff. That should do the trick.”

He started to close the door then and Apple Bloom said “Wait‒!”

“Ahm not gonna watch,” Big Mac said disgustedly, “Just come back if it don’t work. And it will.”

Apple Bloom wasn’t in a mood to argue so she turned before he even latched the door shut and bolted for the toilet room. There she did her usual exercises, stretching her legs out and bracing them on the wall and stuff. It was when she started to get to her inner thighs that she really felt the stretch. She was kinda stiff down there. Oh wait, stiff like her penis! Big Mac must be right, but is it gonna let her pee?

She waited there in the dark, occasionally jigging to the side to stretch her leg out, and was glad to feel a blissful sort of release, not just as the muscles relaxed but as the blood started to drain out of her shaft. She didn’t realize the turgidity could feel so sore, but it was a swelling, and unless you put pressure on it...

She blushed at the thought of just precisely how you “put pressure on it.” Then she had to limber up some more. Finally, when Apple Bloom was dangling limply at half mast the flood gates opened inside her and she gave a muffled groan, the pee rushing strangely through her dick as her bladder emptied itself in short order. She had to stumble to get it into the opening of the toilet it was so sudden. But the stream was unyielding then, and she sighed in relief as it finished up on its own. And after she squeezed out the last few drops, her treacherous dick shrunk up all nice and obediently back to her pelvis.

“Ugh, boys,” she muttered at it, going for the toilet paper to wipe the floor where she’d missed. Why did it even make sense that you pee out of the same place you make boy stuff with? Now that Apple Bloom thought on it, it was actually kind of gross. Why couldn’t there just be a second hole, like with a filly? And why was her dick even bothering her at all? Wasn’t she you know, finished with it?

Apple Bloom preferred her morning chores to school, for once. Almost, maybe, that is. The lesson was fine. They were studying second year color theory, which wasn’t a subject Apple Bloom was particularly sharp on, but most of it was straightforward enough. She couldn’t help but notice that Sweetie wouldn’t make eye contact with her even in class. Something was really up with that unicorn and Apple Bloom had to get to the bottom of it. She went to talk to her right at the beginning of second break, but Sweetie just ran out to the school yard without even looking back. Apple Bloom looked to Scootaloo to get some answers, but Scootaloo was already out the window and way over by the swing set, practicing 360s.

Were they both avoiding her now? Or was it just Scootaloo being Scootaloo? That filly was more active than anypony in their right mind ought to be. With the rest of the foals out of the classroom, Cheerilee was sitting there looking at Apple Bloom with her head resting on folded hooves.

“Something I can do for you, Miss Cheerilee?” Apple Bloom asked brightly.

“Oh! Um...” Cheerilee said sitting up straight and sounding almost guilty, “W-well there is... I mean, well it couldn’t hurt to ask I was just curious what your... experience has been.”

“Bein’ a colt, you mean?”

“Y-yes,” Cheerilee said, then added more confidently, “It is very rare to find someone who has been both a mare and a stallion, and I’m curious what the differences are that you’ve noticed. I know it’s a private matter with your family, but, well, I just wanted to... learn.” She said that last word a bit huskily.

“I thought it would be terrible,” Apple Bloom said, “But everyfilly likes me instead of laughin’ at me. Thanks for the save about Diamond Tiara by the way.”

“Oh that,” she darkened a bit, “I shouldn’t have reacted like that. Believe it or not she’s got a wonderful little filly inside... somewhere, and getting angry like that just validates her self conception and pushes her deeper inside. It’s never a good idea to get angry at bullies, neither for them or for yourself, even if they are going around and ...bullying big colts.”

“It’s O.K. I forgive ya,” Apple Bloom said consolingly.

“I just hope she finds it in her heart to forgive me,” Cheerilee sighed.

“Diamond Tiara?” Apple Bloom deadpanned, “That filly would never forgive you for looking at her wrong!”

Cheerilee laughed at that, a bright juicy laugh. She looked like she wanted to continue, but instead said, “So, what about the... physical differences?”

“Ohh, that,” Apple Bloom nodded, “Yeah that’s real important. Did you know that colts don’t have estrus?”

“You should know that too,” Cheerilee admonished, “If you had paid attention in Developmental Education.”

Apple Bloom shook her head, “Don’t worry I know they don’t, that’s why I did this whole thing in the first place. It’s just you don’t really know until you experienced it firsthand.”

“I would heartily agree with that!” Cheerilee added, leaning more forward as Apple Bloom continued to exposit.

“Imagine you just wake up and there’s no itching or stickiness or aches, and your crotch just feels nice and ordinary, like before estrus even started at all. Well, except for the balls those are a bit weird.”

“O-oh?”

“Yeah, I don’t know why boys have to have them things dangling between their legs. They hurt a heck of a lot when you whack ‘em!”

Cheerilee winced at that. “Internal gonads are admittedly a positive about being a mare,” she admitted. She didn’t show a lack of interest though, so Apple Bloom went on,

“I think the weirdest thing is they feel like vulva. Not the balls, but that ...container sack thing they’re in. Like, exactly the way my labia used to be, the outside ones at least. So it’s like my labia are danglin down between my legs. Weirdest feeling ever. Oh uh, sorry that was a similarity not a difference I think.”

“No, no it’s perfectly alright!” Cheerilee said brightly. “Perfectly... alright,” she said in a lower steadier tone. Apple Bloom shifted a bit nervously.

“I think the biggest uh, well second biggest difference is peeing.”

Cheerilee’s face lost its dreamy look to it for a minute.

“I sure can see why colts take so long to use the toilet!” Apple Bloom asserted definitively. “Thought that was a myth, but it sure ain’t.”

“Oh?” Cheerilee said weakly.

“Yeah it goes like down and then up and... and like around or something, like a big long bendy pipe, and it can even get stuck shut! I thought colts just had a second hole like fillies do.”

“A second hole?” Cheerilee asked, an alarmed look on her face. “Where on earth did you learn‒”

“Yeah you know, the vagina and the uh... urethral... opening or something. Boys don’t have a urethral opening, or any way straight to the bladder, so it’s gotta go all the way through.”

Cheerilee was blushing now and confessed, “I’m sorry, I misunderstood. Most fillies just think of it as one ...hole, since both are beneath the labia.”

Apple Bloom was finding it very hard not to think about labia with all this talk of underparts. That was where all the colt/filly differences were though! All the cool ones at least. “Uh, I’m a lot stronger now,” she ventured, “Like 10% if you count my apple bucking rates. And of course, my voice is ...different.”

“It’s a quite lovely voice,” Cheerilee complimented sweetly, “And it does sound like you, just... lower in pitch and with darker overtones.”

“It’s... I dunno,” Apple Bloom looked down her ears drooping. “It’s a lovely voice but... I miss my old one. I can’t even talk without feeling like I’m hearing some other colt talking. I never realized how much I counted on that voice. Nothing makes me feel more different, really, than every time I have to talk like this, and not like, well, myself.”

“Think of it like a learning experience,” Cheerilee suggested. “See what your new voice can do. You’ll be back to normal in a short time, so just have fun with it!”

Apple Bloom raised her head and nodded saying, “Thanks, Miss Cheerilee. I hadn’t thought of it that way.” Though with how her sister Applejack had rushed out that night, Apple Bloom was worried that this thing keeping Discord away was going to be longer than Cheerilee was suggesting.

“I have to say Apple Bloom, it’s fascinating to learn your experiences in this. I don’t get to ...broach the subject very often among my students, strict um, curriculum you know.”

“It’s O.K. Cheerilee, I don’t mind talking about it,” Apple Bloom said. “It’s a load off to have somepony to talk to about that voice thing alone.”

“That’s the biggest difference you’ve noticed?”

“W-wu-ell no,” Apple Bloom stuttered. Was she really gonna have to embarass herself in front of the teacher? This other boy stuff you couldn’t exactly talk about in a clinical fashion!

“You don’t have to talk about it if you are not comfortable with saying,” Cheerilee said slyly. Darn that mare, now Apple Bloom had to talk about it or she’d look uncomfortable! Apple Bloom wanted to sing the praises of her new dick and describe in lurid color how it got all thick and twitchy and how incredible she felt to put it into a mare‒a filly, a filly. But she just stumbled over her words.

“It’s like... you know, when the... I mean, when I’m around a pretty filly it likes to... my penis that is, I mean this penis which happens to be currently mine likes to you know,”

Cheerilee actually seemed to get something out of that mess, her eyes widening. “Are you saying you have experienced... an erection?”

“Like a barn?” Apple Bloom asked uncomprehendingly. That was a weird tangent even for Cheerilee.

“A b‒ what?” She too seemed taken aback by this turn in conversation, but thankfully figured it out right that moment. “No, no I mean when erectile tissue becomes engorged.”

“I hain’t never seen a barn made outta tissues,” Apple Bloom pondered, “Some kind of miniature barn model? How would it even stand up?”

Cheerilee pounded her head against the desk.

“Has it ever gotten big,” she chewed out disgruntledly.

“Oh! Yeah, it’s gotten real big,” Apple Bloom said a bit proudly.

“Have you ever, um...” Cheerilee seemed to have trouble finding the words.

“Yeah?” Apple Bloom prompted.

“You have?” she said with big eyes.

“I have what?” Apple Bloom responded. She was halfway between being incredibly horny and incredibly confused at the moment. Cheerilee was almost talking about it, but she’d never want to do it with a little filly... a little colt, right? Apple Bloom didn’t even know how exactly she’d climb up there. Even with a height boost, grownups are still big. And this is Miss Cheerilee, she could give Apple Bloom a failing grade if she didn’t do good enough, or worse she could let Apple Bloom pass just because of her penis! That was totally cheating. Nasty, sneaky, dirty filthy cheating. So there’s no way Cheerilee was actually talking about, you know,

“You know,” Cheerilee said waving her hoof, “You know, um, when you, you know,”

“Is everything alright in here?”

Oh, it was Principal Scruffy. Apple Bloom didn’t know why but he kept popping in to check on Cheerilee’s class now and again, a lot more in the past few days. There wasn’t more than a handful of teachers at Ponyville Elementary though, so maybe he just had that much free time? The tired looking stallion had a dark teal coat with a mane colored a dignified grey which was probably fake.

“Fine! Everything is fine in here,” Cheerilee said in a coolly collected tone. It would have been more convincing if Apple Bloom couldn’t hear Cheerilee’s heart hammering from all the way across the desk. “We were just... talking.”

“Shouldn’t you be in recess?” he asked Apple Bloom. Bloom shook her head and said,

“Naw I don’t got anything big I need to attend to until second break. We were just talking that’s all.”

“Still,” the principal insisted, “I need a word with Miss Cheerilee here, so hurry on your way.”

Apple Bloom nodded and dashed out around the principal’s legs trotting out the classroom. She couldn’t help but feel relieved at being let off the hook like that. The thought of Miss Cheerilee’s backside actually swallowing up her dick was incredibly exciting in a way that was making it twitch and slide out limply. Cheerilee’s ass was huge, no it was crazy huge! But not just because Cheerilee had this incredible ass, but because it was wrong, like a secret way to win that you could get away with and nopony would be the wiser. For better or for worse Apple Bloom found a sort of twisted pleasure in being sneaky, and she didn’t need that temptation on her head. Why was she even considering it? Did she have boy stuff to give, or did she not? Dare she find out?

Slowing to a walk, Apple Bloom sighed at the conflicting thoughts in her head. So many hot and arousing and conflicting ideas that were never even a possibility until she got slapped with this curse. It didn’t really feel like a curse though, or even a prank really. It was embarassing at first, but once she got her boy stuff going it was way awesome. Maybe Discord really was reformed? Anyway, the last thing she needed now was more temptation and hard decisions, so she rounded the corner of the building aiming somewhere to be alone for a while and just think.

Only to be faced with no less than six fillies, all with expectant grins on their faces.

The entire first break, Apple Bloom was fending off needy fillies, telling them she’s tapped out, and go ask the other colts to help them. And to make matters worse, when they stuck their butts in her face her penis still kept coming out and feeling all tingly. She couldn’t deny that she wanted to stick it in them again, but she just couldn’t do that to a filly. Apple Bloom had half a mind to just put these fillies underneath her with a good hot dicking, but if she really didn’t have any more boy stuff then it’d just be making their estrus worse if she made them orgasm!

She wanted to ask the other colts why they were avoiding the issue and leaving it all on her to solve everyfilly’s problem, but they were avoiding her just like they avoided the fillies! Now that Aura pointed it out Apple Bloom was starting to get angry with how Rumble kept going to the other side of the playground, and Snips and Snails were AWOL, and that Daze fellow just climbed up the jungle gym when she approached, and jumped down when she climbed up it! And when she jumped down now there were three more fillies surrounding her that she had to dissapoint with the news. Some fillies were even asking again like they forgot. Like Aura for instance.

“I told you,” she told Aura, “If I’m outta boy stuff, then you’ll orgasm, and it’ll be ten times worse.”

“But what if you aren’t outta boy stuff?” she insisted looking miserable and sweaty.

“Ah can’t take that chance,” Apple Bloom said emphatically, “You don’t understand how bad it feels if you orgasm without boy stuff. You want to kick down walls to get it then. Y’all are a lot better off if you just don’t orgasm at all.”

With yet another disappointed aww the next batch of fillies let Apple Bloom go in peace.

“I don’t get it, Scoots,” she said to the one friend who wasn’t bugging her, “I can’t manage to get to the colts no matter what I do. I got a few words for them, and they ain’t lettin’ me say ‘em! They’re not just playin hard to get, they’re being outright senseless. I turned into a colt and I still don’t understand colts. Them and ... and Sweetie Belle.”

Sweetie still wouldn’t hang around or talk with Apple Bloom. It was like night and day seriously. Maybe Apple Bloom had done it wrong that night? Sweetie sure seemed to appreciate being sat on like that though. And with her sister being mean to her, that meant Sweetie was coming dangerously close to isolating herself. That wouldn’t be good for anypony.

“I’ll talk to her,” Scootaloo said sympathetically. “She doesn’t want to tell me, but you’re right she totally needs to work this out.”

And unfortunately that meant Apple Bloom had to leave Scootaloo alone to give Sweetie enough safe space to be willing to approach the pegasus. So Apple Bloom by the end of break was feeling isolated and alone herself, despite the attention of her satellite friends, and wasn’t even paying attention to anything but the ground when Rumble snuck up to her. But then out of the blue comes his voice right nearby, talking to her!

“I see you’re starting to see the true side of fillies.”

He was standing there leaning against a tree with this aloof expression on his face checking out the feathers on his left wing. Which made him look hot as habaneros, but chill as a cucumber. Smarmy bastard was good looking and he knew it. Apple Bloom tried not to blush at the sudden attention.

“Oh, hi Rumble,” she said trying to sound all casual about it. She wasn’t blushing was she? Consarnit Apple Bloom, stop crossing your hoof! The athletic pegasus pushed his hair back with a hoof in that easy movement every filly in school was intimately aware of.

“If you want to know the truth about fillies,” he said in a serious tone, fixing his eyes right on Apple Bloom, “Then meet me out behind the bakery after school.”

“Yeah, why are you‒”

“Not now. After school. Alone.” And then, with a rush of wings he was gone. Apple Bloom’s heart hadn’t even stopped hammering before the bell rang for class.

It wasn’t as easy to pay attention in class this time. Between the feelings leftover from those attentive fillies, and spending the entire recess chasing colts, only to have the hottest colt in school talk to her alone, Apple Bloom’s penis was not even one smidgen less than turgid and ready. She tried to hide it under her desk, ashamed of the fact that she couldn’t even control the darn thing. She just wanted to put it in a filly and squirt stuff out of it, but was she out of stuff? Could she make more? She didn’t know. Frustrating colts, and their secret clubs and meeting places! Worst part is, Cheerilee kept noticing. Apple Bloom could tell by the way she looked at it when Apple Bloom was squirming around trying to find a comfortable way to sit with a... a stiffy. At least the teacher was kind enough not to say anything about it. She sure seemed to have her eye on Apple Bloom a lot though.

Lunch was a little more productive. Focusing on her apple butter sandwich and drink box kept her other bodily urges more subdued. She got to talking with Archer again, and Archer said that Dinky said yes, and that Dinky’s parents loved the idea of another friend coming over to study. She said study with a wink, and Apple Bloom winked back. One thing’s for sure you can sway grownups at the drop of a hat by saying that whatever you’re doing is going to involve studying.

Archer expressed some dismay at the thought that the stuff Apple Bloom left inside her might have been the last one Apple Bloom could produce. But Apple Bloom wasn’t sure of that herself anymore, not with how she was feeling along the course of the day. She could even sort of feel a turgid fluid in her pelvis if she concentrated, though it might have just been her imagination. She didn’t want to commit to anything, but they set a date for tomorrow after school, and Apple Bloom assured Archer she’d work something out.

It was second break after the lunch lesson when Apple Bloom ran into Aura again. Well, more like Aura called to her from a spot behind the hedge at the edge of the playground, where the other fillies wouldn’t see. Apple Bloom followed curiously, only to be arrested by the sight and the smell before her. Aura was practically glowing with heat, breathing huskily, her mop of hair damp along her slender neck. She lifted a hoof almost defensively when Apple Bloom walked up to her in a daze.

“Aura, are you... what have you been doing back here?”

“I-I orgasmed,” she said shakily, squirming in place, “T-twice. So it’s ok you can do it now.”

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