# Sweetie’s Generosity

“Oh... Oh Sweetie, tell me you’re not backing out now,” Apple Bloom begged in a frantic tone. Sweetie Belle felt Apple Bloom buried inside her as deep as she could go. Sweetie felt her weight bear down, felt herself held firmly underneath the now-boy pony, Apple Bloom’s hooves hooked firmly around her upper legs. Even while Apple Bloom’s excited cock kicked in her passage, Sweetie’s own nethers were preparing in their own subtle way, for being ejaculated into. It felt so good, so certain to think about it, that it may as well have already happened.

And yet, somehow Sweetie Belle had found the will to tell Apple Bloom to wait, and somehow Apple Bloom had managed to listen. So Sweetie got to feel that inscrutably teasing feel of a boy holding himself steady in her vagina, while she tried to prepare herself for what she was trying to do.

“I-- I need to do it!” Apple Bloom said anxiously, shivering against the warm white unicorn. It honestly sounded like Apple Bloom was struggling hard not to just... do it, even if Sweetie said no. Sweetie Belle honestly wouldn’t have minded, if that’s just what Apple Bloom did. “You need...” Bloom panted out, “I wanna‒ I, please Sweetie lemme‒”

Sweetie’s squeezed her cunt one more time on that delicious fullness that was Apple Bloom’s penis, then before it made Apple Bloom start again, she enunciated clearly, “Look at Scootaloo.”

It took Apple Bloom a long second to even realize or see what Sweetie was pointing at. “Scootaloo?” she said distantly, then her muscles stiffened against Sweetie, and she exclaimed, “Scootaloo, your estrus!”

The orange pegasus was so aroused she was unable to stand, just crouching there attacking herself with a hoof. Her ragged gasps were punctuated by the wet slippery mess her hoof was making of her groin. She was hunched over absorbed in herself, so aroused she couldn’t even think about the consequences of what orgasm would bring. But at Apple Bloom’s exclamation, Scootaloo stopped masturbating, looking up like a fox caught in the chicken coop.

“I-I-I,” she said shakily, “Uh, I mean yeah I... had it a little and was... just...”

“That isn’t a ‘little’” Sweetie said critically from underneath Apple Bloom. Scootaloo was so wet she was leaving a puddle where she squatted from the copious amounts of drooly girl cum leaking from her vagina.

Apple Bloom looked at Scootaloo one more time, then looked down incredulously at the unicorn she was impaling with her penis.

“A-are you sayin’ what I think you’re sayin’?” Apple Bloom said to Sweetie Belle. Sweetie Belle was saying she wanted to be filled up. Sweetie Belle was saying she loved Bloom’s penis more than anything. Sweetie Belle wanted Apple Bloom so badly right now, but... yes, she was saying ...that.

“You feel really good, Apple Bloom, and I love this so much,” Sweetie gushed, her hips grinding delightedly against Apple Bloom’s crotch, “But...” she pointed a hoof again saying, “Scootaloo needs you more.”

Apple Bloom remained still for one more moment, then without a word just a guttural groan, heaved herself off of, and out of Sweetie Belle, leaving the unicorn standing there like someone just dumped a bucket of ice water over her head in support of eradicating some obscure autoimmune disease whose cure would be a drop in the bucket compared to ponies who starved to death or got run off cliffs in an out-of-control carriage. Sweetie Belle just... gasped and started shaking on the spot, barely aware at first of Apple Bloom walking over to Scootaloo and conversing with her in low tones.

Sweetie regretted her decision instantly, the moment Apple Bloom pulled out of her with that wet sucking sound, and climbed off her back. It was staggering how aroused Sweetie was. Her back felt cold and lonely and her vagina felt like a chasm of emptiness. A hot cold burning icy dripping chasm. She wanted a penis in it. She needed a penis in it. She... she shuddered trying to find some level of calm, while Apple Bloom went over to attend to Scootaloo.

“Scoots, you shoulda said something,” Apple Bloom said, “I didn’t know your estrus was coming back too. Is that normal?”

“Well? It-- I don’t know but, yeah it’s pretty... pretty bad,” Scootaloo admitted, kneeling and squirming her sticky legs together. “I... I need your penis in me,” she huffed, “Again... I needed it ever since I saw you do it to Liza. I I’m sorry I didn’t say anything, just please,”

Apple Bloom backed up a step at what Scootaloo was doing, saying “Alright, alright Scootaloo! You don’t have to hold your hooves in supplication.”

Scootaloo put her hooves down and stood up then, and her head was already half consciously moving toward that penis under Apple Bloom, mouth pursed like the kisses that she just hammered Sweetie with.

“Wait, Scootaloo,” Sweetie suggested despite her better judgement, “Try it the way I was doing it. It feels really good.” Sweetie Belle had managed to calm down enough to comprehend the situation at least, and was just trying to concentrate on her need to help her friend, to distract her from the need for literal fulfillment. “Really...gooood...” she repeated quietly, her voice trailing off into a moan as her hoof reached shakily between her legs.

Scootaloo pulled her head back from Apple Bloom’s captivating pelvis, nodding silently at Sweetie Belle with a smile. Then she turned to present her rear end to Apple Bloom, her tail turning up and her vulval lips just winking away. Was that what Sweetie’s looked like right now? Sweetie knew her vulva sure were writhing actively against her hoof. That must be what it looked like when she did it for a colt! Except probably white, not orange. But still pink on the inside.

“Alright Apple Bloom, is this how I–” and Scootaloo oofed, as Apple Bloom reared up and planted on her back.

“Celestia, Scoots, your bottom looks so good when it does that,” Apple Bloom whispered into Scootaloo’s ear. Sweetie held her breath, as Apple Bloom’s hips shifted around testily, the horny little girl unable to see the penis between Bloom and Scootaloo. A moment of awkward prodding, and then Apple Bloom shoved her hips triumphantly forward. She must have entered Scootaloo then, because Scootaloo snapped her head back going “Hol--y...” and that’s as far as she got.

“G-good, huh, Scootaloo?” Sweetie said enviously, more so than she’d ever been in her life. Her loins were burning and aching all at once, and she just couldn’t keep her hoof away, piking it between her legs and stimulating herself needily.

“It--” Scootaloo stuttered, “My clit-- and-- and you’re all over... and... oh buck I need you Apple Bloom.” She ended in a throaty emotional moan.

Apple Bloom started thrusting and only one of the three ponies here had a complaint, a complaint which will never became verbalized, for sake of Scootaloo’s need.

Well, not verbalised in words at least. Sweetie Belle tried to be unobtrusive, but she just couldn’t stand it. Moaning miserably, but so freaking arousedly, Sweetie Belle felt like she was going to orgasm from her hoof alone. Sweetie fell to her side, just focusing on making her needy lips stroked more and more. Her hoof hit a nipple-- oh Celestia! She couldn’t even see straight from the pleasure she was feeling, and it still wasn’t enough.

Scootaloo’s disappointed groan was the only announcement Sweetie Belle had, that Apple Bloom had once again stilled. “Sweetie Belle,” Apple Bloom’s chocolatey colt voice cut across the silence of the room. “You’re lyin’”

“What?!” Sweetie Belle squeaked, seriously not understanding. She just humped against herself uncomprehendingly, and tried to look at Apple Bloom, wondering how she could possibly be lying and how to get that penis up deep in there do it in her. [sic]

“Scootaloo don’t need this more than you do,” Apple Bloom said. Scootaloo panted with her hair flopped over her eyes, but didn’t say anything in protest. Sweetie felt like she must have looked so needy there prone on the floor. She didn’t exactly know how her body looked, splayed out like this, fighting with itself, her soft curls in disarray. She wanted to look like that, though. She didn’t want to orgasm because being like this meant Apple Bloom had to know she needed it. She wanted her entire body to scream “Put a penis in me!” and she bucked against her hoof, desperately driving herself to express that need more, and more.

“I-I need,” Sweetie Belle said, quivering, just managing to whisper huskily, “Your boy stuff...” before her loins erupted into motion and she was lost to the world again.

It was like she was another pony when this happened. Sweetie Belle felt like she was floating, like she was racing across a field. Yet she could still feel her body relax, driven to do so by the pulsing pleasure in her thighs that she could not stop, and would never even try to. She was amazed she could still breathe when this happened. Big panting gasps that came all on their own, and echoed distantly in her ears. When the stars faded from her vision, and her eyes fluttered open, they settled dully on the hooves of her two friends, her two friends who had separated at the hip while she was out of it and come to stand before her, concernedly.

Well, to be fair, Apple Bloom was standing there concernedly, but Scootaloo looked more like she was trying to stand concernedly, while her hips were shaking too much to be convincing about it.

“We’re in trouble,” Apple Bloom said glumly. “You both need boy stuff in you, all the way in you, and I can only do it once!”

“Maybe you can do a little for me and–” Scootaloo finished almost reluctantly, saying, “...then do Sweetie?”

“I’m just worried I won’t be able to stop,” Apple Bloom said honestly. “It comes out all by itself, and it’s just about ready to go!”

“Can you even stop, after you start pumping it out?” Scootaloo asked.

“I dunno, I never even tried,” Apple Bloom said. “But if I can’t, how would I get it from one of you to the other in time?”

“We need to put our cunnies really close together,” Sweetie suggested, in the moment of post-orgasm clarity that was swiftly fading to knee quaking, fiery arousal. “A-and then you can... help” She tried to sound matter-of-fact, but that last word came out more like a desperate plea than anything. They were right. Sweetie Belle needed a penis so bad, and the orgasm just made her insides cry out for it so much worse. She would have masturbated again, if she didn’t have her friends to keep her distracted. And then again, and again... she’d never be able to stop!

Scootaloo lay prone next to Sweetie Belle, the two of them looking up at Apple Bloom as she said, “Is this good?” hopefully.

“Ain’t close enough,” Apple Bloom said critically, “I ain’t gonna let either one of you go back to school like this because I went and missed.”

“Closer...” Sweetie Belle said, looking at Scootaloo, and then Scootaloo’s crotch, and then Scootaloo’s mouth, and her so very kissable lips. Sweetie contemplated her own lips. She wondered if labia counted as lips too. They both started with ‘l’. “Hmm.”

On a hunch, Sweetie Belle pulled Scootaloo on top of her. Sweetie wasn’t a large unicorn herself, but Scootaloo was still thinner and more bony, so she needed to be on top. Scootaloo was too horny and desperate to protest just about anything at this point. Only after she was atop Sweetie did Scootaloo jerk in surprise, and start struggling when her vaginal lips mushed up against Sweetie’s own. Sweetie just hugged her and said, “Ssh, ssh,” trying to bring the pegasus to wherever her senses were chasing her, brushing her mouth lips ever so gently against Scootaloo’s, seeking another kiss. Trouble is, with Scootaloo grinding against her, Sweetie was getting lost in the feeling herself. She had just orgasmed after all, and she really needed it.

“I... I get it Sweetie,” Apple Bloom declared. “That’s... that’s ...perfect.”

Sweetie saw Apple Bloom hovering over her, ready to try to do them both and she realized she’d never seen Apple Bloom face-to-face when she was doing it to her. Apple Bloom had such an expression of hungry need in her face looking down at Sweetie Belle it was intoxicating. Scootaloo moaned again, in a more satisfied manner as Apple Bloom sandwiched Scootaloo in between her and Sweetie, bracing over the two of them with wide urgent eyes, and just... bringing that penis to bear.

Sweetie was lost in Apple Bloom’s eyes, even more when Bloom chose Sweetie Belle’s cunny as the one to push into. As the penis slid smoothly inside, filling her desperate emptiness, Sweetie’s eyes grew liquid, reaching her hooves up beyond Scootaloo to stroke lovingly along the chest of this beautiful beautiful colt. His energetic thrusts made her loins sing sweeter than she ever had. She panted and melted and squished around him down there.

She almost didn’t even mind when Apple Bloom pulled out of her, and adjusted her shaft to push into Scootaloo instead. Sweetie couldn’t mind, because of what it did to Scootaloo. With how warmly they were embraced, it was like Sweetie was still getting fucked and she just couldn’t feel it, and the reaction of Scootaloo was well worth the disconnect. The pegasus gasped hotly, rearing up to push her hooves against Sweetie Belle bucking backwards eagerly against the colt she needed in her. Sweetie pulled Scootaloo into another soft and luscious kiss, but right as she did Scootaloo’s pupils narrowed and she moaned into Sweetie Belle’s mouth, her wings lifting at a momentous feeling inside her. The bucking stopped as Apple Bloom gave a good tight, “Nn–ah year!”

Apple Bloom pulled roughly out of Scootaloo then, making the pegasus moan even more hotly, then Apple Bloom stood taller, her dick dangling above both of their groins hungrily. It was the first time Sweetie had ever seen a flare, and as Apple Bloom’s muscles and blood pumped the broad ridged flatness, Sweetie’s heart caught in her throat. She didn’t know Scootaloo had seen a flare before, this thing that had just been inside the pegasus (...somehow), and made a mental note to rectify this. But no sooner had she made that note, than Apple Bloom lowered her dick out of sight and pushed it against Sweetie’s entrance once again.

A filly wasn’t built to take the flare from the surface in, and Apple Bloom’s penis had to squeeze and distend against Sweetie’s inner walls, as Apple Bloom forced her way in. Apple Bloom was being careful and unsure of herself this first time, but it didn’t hurt, so much as it felt like Sweetie had to squeeze that shaft like a tube of toothpaste. Even as it fought back against her compression with hot throbs, she helplessly conformed it to the shape of her vagina, every inch that it slid in, until at last it popped out into the shape it was meant to be. It was an uncomfortable experience, and it did stretch her a bit painfully, but the way their nethers battled with each other was so wonderful it made Sweetie Belle wish Apple Bloom had just jammed it in all at once.

“H-h-here goes,” Apple Bloom stuttered nervously, the penis clearly demanding too much of her to hold it back any longer.

“Do it,” Sweetie Belle whispered. Her head lolled back as the earth pony pulled in and out of her.

“Please...” Scootaloo added, her wings quivering excitedly and needily.

Apple Bloom just had a few more short thrusts in her, and then her glad cries echoed through clubhouse as it started to happen to her. She was inside Sweetie though, not Scootaloo!

“Remember, Apple Bloom,” Sweetie said urgently. Then the first spurt of boy goo poured hotly into her, making it much harder to repeat herself. “Rem--em...ber...” she bit out as pulse after pulse of semen bloomed within her hips. Apple Bloom wouldn’t stop! Celestia that was eight pulses; any more and she’d overflow‒!

Somehow Apple Bloom had heard her, and that turgid penis jerked out of her, ungently... hurriedly. Apple Bloom was looking back at her crotch and concentrating so hard. When it came out of Sweetie Belle, both she and Scootaloo had to squeak at the feel of a hot spurt of cum, spraying against their collective groins. That was the last one Sweetie Belle felt, because Scootaloo threw her head back and screamed, “Yes!” And Sweetie knew, that Apple Bloom must gotten it in her in time, and was pumping Scootaloo full of boy goo right now.

“Ah! Unh! Ugk...hhh...yes,” Scootaloo panted, in more and more of a relieved tone, calling out each spurt as Bloom finished in her. And then all their cries were nothing but a humid silence.

They did it. Somehow Apple Bloom had shared her boy goo between them both. Sweetie’s own loins were still throbbing from the experience, but as the shock of having goo inside her started to register, they began to feel so deliciously satisfied. The white stuff wasn’t trickling down the sides of Sweetie’s belly at all; it was... perfect. Sweetie knew she didn’t have a tongue down there, but she loved how Apple Bloom’s cum tasted in her inner passage. It was the only way she could think to describe it. And while that wonderful, full, delicious feeling was busily relaxing her body, Sweetie got to watch Scootaloo’s own aroused tension get quenched, one spurt after another. Sweetie went in for another kiss when the euphoric pegasus sagged against her, closing her lips on Scootaloo with a practiced tenderness.

Seriously, she was so glad she had practiced kissing.

Apple Bloom didn’t pull out of Scootaloo, just settled against both of them, sighing in utter relief as whatever urges drove her colt behaviors were just as quenched as Sweetie, and Scootaloo. Scootaloo didn’t seem to mind the weight, and just gave a satisfied “Ohh yeahhh,” squirming against the dick still impaling her. Sweetie kind of missed it, honestly.

“A-apple Bloom, do you think you could still... be in me a little bit too?” she asked timidly.

“I’ll try, Sweetie, but you know how this thing calms down,” Apple Bloom said.

“Ugh,” said Scootaloo, her brow twisting in concentration as Apple Bloom pulled out of her, standing there in the middle of the clubhouse with the slick girl cum drooling off her dick. She rubbed the penis with a forehoof, which seemed to perk it up, and then laid it almost gently against Sweetie Belle, struggling a bit until Sweetie felt herself spread apart, and the unicorn was filled again.

“Thank you...” she whispered.

“Mmm...” Apple Bloom just answered.

Too unsteady to kiss, Scootaloo just rested against Sweetie, stroking her tenderly, nuzzling her chest fur in a delirious sort of happiness. They lay there just quietly like that, just appreciating each other’s company. Sweetie could actually feel Apple Bloom softening and retracting from within her. It was a weird feeling but, not that bad. She was happy that Apple Bloom had given her one last thrust. After Sweetie finally lost her grasp on that penis, Bloom settled on her side eventually, still cuddling Scootaloo protectively in between them. For once, Scootaloo didn’t object to being babied, or hugged.

Remembering the sight of Apple Bloom’s dick post-Scootaloo, it suddenly occured to Sweetie Belle that both their girl stuff was on it. And it had been way inside Sweetie Belle. That meant it wasn’t just Apple Bloom’s boy stuff up deep inside Sweetie right now. It was also Scootaloo’s girl stuff. And Scootaloo had Sweetie’s girl juices, as far in there as it could go. It was such a tender thought, that the three of them would be so deeply connected. Sweetie wanted both of her best friends to always stay inside her, metaphorically and sort of literally.

Apple Bloom finally spoke up.

“Alright, Crusaders... time to huddle up. I mean, more than we are already. I mean, less than we are already.” That made Sweetie giggle. It felt funny to giggle when you were at the bottom of a pony pile. Apple Bloom pulled away first, her eyes softening as she took in the sight of them hugging against each other just glowing with satisfaction.

“Wow,” said Apple Bloom, “You gals look prettier than a peach.”

“Yeah yeah,” Scootaloo mumbled, heaving up from Sweetie Belle’s chest, “Laugh it up why don’t ya.”

“I ain’t joking,” Apple Bloom said in an irritated tone, “You went from hurtin’ to spectacular, and that’s beautiful.”

Scootaloo didn’t protest that, but she didn’t approve it either, just climbing off Sweetie Belle and lifting her hind leg to assess her nethers with a critical eye.

“Oop, they’re still leaking!” Scootaloo announced, as a drop of boy cum landed on the floor. She immediately piked a hoof down to her groin to cover it up, holding Apple Bloom’s boy stuff in her.

“Git on your back like Sweetie,” Apple Bloom suggested. “Then it’ll be pointing up and you won’t be fightin gravity.” Scootaloo nodded and quickly rolled to her back, taking her hoof away carefully, relieved when no more white goo dribbled out of her.

Apple Bloom didn’t spare much of a thought before flopping down right in between them and pulling them each against her with a front hoof. “So alright,” Apple Bloom said. “First thing I wanna say is, that was way too close. If we’re gonna make it through this estrus with our wits intact, we’re gonna have to stay on good terms, and talk to each other when we feel like we need something.” Scootaloo winced at that last comment. Sweetie Belle just brushed Apple Bloom’s chest fur with a timid hoof. “I coulda done you instead of Liza,” she said to Scootaloo, “And that... actually would have saved a lot of trouble.”

“Pff,” Scootaloo said mockingly, “As if Diamond Tiara wouldn’t just go straight after me.”

“Yeah, but Liza ain’t my best friend like you two are,” Apple Bloom pointed out, “I don’t expect Liza to stand up to bullying, for a pony she barely even knows. We Crusaders have to hold ourselves to higher standards.”

Apple Bloom looked at the ceiling, pondering, “I been trying to cure the estrus of every filly in class, and I shoulda known when my boy goo came back, but if their estrus comes back too, then there’s no way I can do it all on my own. One way or another, we have to get other real colts to help out in this.”

There was a solemn silence as they tried to contemplate just how to do that.

“And secondly,” Apple Bloom said at last, turning to Sweetie Belle. “I hope this rests your concerns about bein just like Rarity?”

Scootaloo started to snicker at that, and the snickers just kept getting heavier until Scootaloo was on her side, holding her barrel from outright laughter, enough that it was even making her dribble out more, from her passage. Bloom and Sweetie were staring at her oddly, so Scootaloo just wiped away her tears and managed to explain, “I was just... imagining Rarity giving her... to Sweetie, imagining Rarity giving her stallion to Sweetie, so she could... and right in the middle of doing it...”

Apple Bloom was about to berate her, but then she heard Sweetie Belle trying, and failing to hold back her own giggles. Bloom looked between them both, and chuckled herself, and soon they were all laughing on the floor, just lying together and being friends, Sweetie’s bright bell like laughter dominating over the lower scratchy alto of Scootaloo’s and the deeper tones rumbling out of Apple Bloom’s chest.

When they calmed down though, Apple Bloom said just to be sure, “But seriously, you’ll be my friend again, right?”

“Now and forever,” Sweetie said confidently.

“And you’re not gonna be scared of colts I mean... of yourself around colts anymore?”

Sweetie Belle let out a residual giggle and spread her hooves above her, announcing, “As Celestia is my witness I will never be afraid of colts again!”

“Alright third order of business,” Apple Bloom said, gesturing at the sticky matted girl cum all over the floor. “We gotta clean up this mess!”

After cleaning the floor, and themselves up, Sweetie and Scootaloo were pleased that a period of patient waiting with their crotches pointed upwards meant that they wouldn’t be leaking out any of that precious boy goo. The only thing that came out was runnier, more like girl goo. Not that Apple Bloom was entirely sure that boy stuff wasn’t supposed to leak out, but the more that gets in there the better, right? They were still fully covered by it. They had boy goo all over their crotch fur, which made Apple Bloom blush as she remembered that one hot spurt she had done on accident, outside of both of them.

After they cleaned up, Apple Bloom said reluctantly, “And, fourth order of business is...” throwing her rag in the bucket, “About tomorrow. I said we need to get the other colts involved, as I can’t keep up with all the fillies on my own, and who knows how long I’ll even have a dick to do it with?”

“Matter of fact,” Apple Bloom continued, frowning, “When I get to be a filly again, I’m gonna need a colt. So we need to get real colts involved, or we’ll all be stuck with nothing but Moon Tea and ice packs to comfort our nethers.”

“Do you want to be a filly again?” Scootaloo exclaimed, legitimately unsure of what Apple Bloom’s reasoning was here.

Apple Bloom guffawed at that saying, “Of course I do! It’s who I am! And you seriously think I don’t want to get in on this action?” Sensing she was a bit cryptic she explained,

“I seen so many fillies enjoying getting stuffed full by a colt, that is, me, that I’m just dyin’ to feel it for mahself.” The others got a good chuckle at that.

“So we need real colts, as a source of boy stuff,” Sweetie said.

“That’s kind of a weird way to put it,” Scootaloo said uneasily.

“And that brings me to tomorrow,” Apple Bloom concluded, “I wanna show some colts our secret clubhouse.”

“What?!” Sweetie exclaimed, “But it’s our secret clubhouse!”

“It isn’t that secret,” Scootaloo muttered. “Diamond Tiara already knows about it! Who else would we hide it from?”

Apple Bloom cleared her throat and continued, “So I finally tracked down some... colts, and I sorta invited them here tomorrow. That’s what I need your help with, to make sure it goes smoothly. Real profesional operation, m’I right?”

“...which colts exactly would be coming here?” Scoots asked skeptically.

Apple Bloom smiled sloppily and said, “Oh, just a fellow named Shady Daze, Featherweight and Rumble.”

Scootaloo went so quickly from elated to dismayed you could hear the snapping sound in her brain. “Oh man!” she shouted out frustratedly, buzzing in the air momentarily before dropping down. “If I could have just waited one more day,”

“Now calm down, Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom said, “I didn’t think you needed it but, now that we know that estrus comes back after a few days, think about this. You’re gonna be showing Rumble the greatest thing he ever felt since ice cream tomorrow, even if it’s in another filly. He’s gonna want to return the favor I bet. Say, in a few days maybe, when your nethers start feeling uppity, hm? Besides, this way you get to see if he’s any good at it or not. Though it is... kinda easy to be good at it. It just feels great for everyone involved.”

Apple Bloom went on to say, “You think I would have been able to do you both if I hadn’t put a little thought and practice into it?” She looked at Sweetie Belle, saying, “If you were around the first time Sweetie Belle, I woulda just accidentally splurged it all on Scootaloo, and wouldn’t even know to save a drop for you, Sweetie Belle!”

“Wow,” Sweetie realized, “That would have been... really disappointing.”

“Not that I have any problem with splurging on you,” Apple Bloom said, winking to Scootaloo, “Asides cleaning up the mess, after what comes out between us, it’s pretty amazing to do so. I just love feelin’ it smearing around, while it’s still y’know, comin’ out’a me. But it’s just, if you’re both in need, then I would rather be doing it today, than at the beginning of this week. Since I got a chance to get good, that means this way you all get enough. You did get enough, right?”

Sweetie Belle wiggled her hips testily, and nodded with a smile. That fuzzy feeling had taken away her estrus, and replaced it with nothing but endearment for her friends. Come to think on it, that endearment had fought a rather pitched battle during her entire coitus, emerging triumphant in the end thanks to boy stuff.

“I feel awesome” said Scootaloo striking a pose, “So it totally was enough. I was like ‘Hurry up get it in me!’ and you were like ‘Wabam, zoosh!’ and I was like ‘Woah!’ and you were all splurting in me and hahaha” she ended up on her back again, just wiggling pleasurably against her wings as if scratching an itch. Or, remembering an itch being scratched. Sweetie Belle had to bite her lip to not say anything about how adorable Scootaloo looked.

“And that’s why we’re going to test Rumble out on another filly first, before putting him to the Scootaloo challenge,” Apple Bloom concluded. “Besides, surely you can think of a good filly, who you’d be happy to see get stuffed by that hunk of stallion. Matter of fact, if I recall it’s gettin on time for Archer’s heat to come back, if it goes in the order I did ‘em.”

Scootaloo nodded at that and smiled, if a bit ...too brashly. Just how much did she like the idea of Archer getting colted?

“So,” Apple Bloom said considering carefully, “What I need you to do Sweetie, is find three fillies in estrus, get them to come to the clubhouse. It shouldn’t be hard. And you Scootaloo, will greet the colts at the main entrance to this orchard tomorrow after lunch, and show them to our clubhouse. Your heat’s all taken care of, so you should be able to impress them with your‒ how did that mare put it uh, professionalisms.”

“Awesomeness,” Scootaloo corrected.

Apple Bloom nodded. “Right, that. And I’ll try to be there too, to make sure everything goes smoothly but uh...” she crossed her hoof embarassedly, “I might be in too much trouble to make it out. If I cain’t then you just get the colts doing their colty thing, and it should progress naturally on its own. Oh, while you’re at it Sweetie, could you get some more cleaning supplies, and maybe a protective floor covering? That too much trouble to find, you think?”

“My sister is a fabric designer,” Sweetie Belle deadpanned.

Apple Bloom laughed, “Oh uh, heh, yeah. Thanks! Alright, that’s all I needed you here for, so if nopony has any objections let’s call this meeting to a close and get back to school!”

Sweetie squinted looking out the window saying, “Hmm... what time is it? We’ve been in here a while now.”

Apple Bloom joined her at the window, looking out and doing a few quick calculations according to the angle of the sun and the time of year and exclaimed “WE SHOULD HAVE BEEN IN CLASS AN HOUR AGO!!”

They all scrambled for the door, Apple Bloom shouting the whole time, “We gotta get back! Class is almost over! Our folks will be here to pick us up! Applejack is going to eat me alive! One million years detention!”

Scootaloo sighed sourly, keeping pace with Apple Bloom. Sweetie was falling behind though, and Apple Bloom cried out, “Come on Sweetie, hurry!”

“No, it’s O.K. Apple Bloom,” Sweetie reassured her. “Nobody’s going to pick me up today.”

“What?” Apple Bloom declared coming to a halt.

“Rarity is supposed to pick me up today,” Sweetie explained, looking at the ground. “She never does when it’s estrus.”

Scootaloo looked tensely between Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle before headbutting Apple Bloom pushing her toward the schoolhouse saying, “Just... go! I’ll take care of her. It’ll be fine. You need to hurry!”

Apple Bloom looked long back at Sweetie Belle, but then started running on her own and disappeared down the road.

Scootaloo stood watching her go and turned to Sweetie, who said, “Don’t your parents come to pick you up?”

“My parents,” Scootaloo chuckled bitterly, “Wouldn’t that be something.” She pulled a hoof up perturbedly and said, “Uh, I mean yeah, they totally think I’m too awesome to just pick up after school, so I get to walk home by myself.”

“Wow,” Sweetie Belle said admiringly, “My parents don’t even let me go shopping by myself.”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes, “That’s because the last time you went shopping by yourself you came home with three pounds of butterscotch and a parrot.”

“I still say they should have let me keep him!”

Apple Bloom was running for her life. Or at least her freedom. She didn’t really think that her family secretly raised fillies in a loving environment, only to boil ‘em up in a stew when they were too naughty, but she didn’t want to take any chances. She charged up to the schoolhouse like a bull in a rodeo and burst in the doors, heedless of if anypony noticed her or not. She just had to get there before school was out or there’d be Tartarus to pay! As-is, she was in enough trouble; it scared her what would happen if she wasn’t there to be picked up and... escorted away like a colt.

As soon as she ran through those doors, she came to find her classroom, which was totally empty save for Cheerilee. Oh no, she was too late!

“Oh no!” Apple Bloom exclaimed, “I’m too late!” She looked around frantically for Big Macintosh. Had he come and left already? She was the worst sister ever! Apple Bloom is worst pony! Cheerilee looked up in surprise as Apple Bloom came running in, then her eyes narrowed on recognition of Apple Bloom’s colt noveau form.

“I’m sorry Miss Cheerilee!” Apple Bloom pleaded, “I didn’t know it was this late! I didn’t even think‒ I was bein stupid! I didn’t mean to miss the last period of school! It was my friends they needed‒ no it was me I was being dumb and I didn’t pay attention to the time so now it’s too late and my family hates me and ah‒”

“That’s enough Apple Bloom,” Cheerilee said in a soft tone that immediately arrested anything Apple Bloom dared to say. Cheerilee waited there a second looking at her, then relaxed into a smile.

“You only missed the party,” she explained. “With estrus driving us all... you know, and summer around the corner, I just called off the last period! I know it’s crazy but I was feeling like going a little off the chain, anyways!”

Now that Apple Bloom noticed, she could detect a faint smell of the remains of a whole bunch of cupcakes devoured by a classroom of foals.

“That doesn’t excuse the fact that you skipped school,” Cheerilee said with a more serious frown. “And you didn’t even mean to do it?”

“Ah just lost track of time...” Apple Bloom said miserably.

“That alone is worrisome, Apple Bloom. Is something happening that would make your behavior change so dramati‒” Cheerilee blushed (and if you could actually see that pony blush, she must have blushed hard). “...oh, oh right the... colt thing. But... you miss more school as a colt?”

“Ah was helping my friends... they’re fillies and they missed it just as much as me.”

“Your friends?” Cheerilee asked nervously.

“Yeah, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. They stayed back since they don’t have this colt thing, so they ain’t got family breathing down their necks.”

“Helping them?” Cheerilee observed with a squeak.

Apple Bloom nodded, “Yeah uh, I’m real sorry. We should have just come right away when break ended. I can’t begin to say what got into me!”

“Into you?” Cheerilee would have said, if her imagination wasn’t going into horrible, horrible places and taking her voice with it into a soundless squeak.

“Look just.. just please don’t tell mah brother!” Apple Bloom begged, actually getting on her knees in front of the teacher. She was that desperate. “He’s under a lot of stress and I didn’t cause no harm and I won’t ever ever do it again I promise.”

Cheerilee walked around her desk and put a hoof on Apple Bloom’s shoulder, saying “Oh Apple Bloom, don’t worry. It’ll be fine. But you have to trust your brother. It’s not good to hide from him that you’re skipping school. You need to talk about your problems with him.”

“Please, I’ll do anything just don’t tell him I went truant! He’ll tan my hide!”

Cheerilee’s hoof left Apple Bloom’s shoulder and she pulled back. Her eyes had a funny look in them when she said, “Anything...?”

Of course Big Macintosh chose that instant to walk in the door.

There was a tense moment of silence. Cheerilee closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then she deliberately lowered her tail which had gone up in the air for some reason. Holding her hind legs together she said to Big Macintosh,

“Your... sister has something to tell you.”

Big Macintosh had one thing to say to Apple Bloom’s long tale of woe and misunderstanding that didn’t really go into the specifics on anything.

“Grounded.”

“Grounded?!”

“You been getting out too much,” he said firmly, “Ain’t safe. You need to just stay in your room this weekend and study.”

“But it’s summer!” she whined plaintively.

“You got exams next week. Ain’t letting you bomb them ‘cause some fillies convinced you to play hooky.”

They walked on in stoic and sullen (respectively) silence, and then Apple Bloom said, “But‒”

“No buts. Maybe next time you’ll think before you break a pony’s trust.”

Apple Bloom didn’t even remember what they were having for dinner. She barely ate anything. It wasn’t being grounded she minded so much, though she hated it, but she had made her brother real mad, she’d betrayed his trust, and for what? Scoots could have got her vagina filled tomorrow. It was just them getting all lost in the act, and forgetting about the rest of the world! And now even Granny had to pay for it.

“Playin’ in your clubhouse all school period?” Granny shouted, “You weren’t doing no hanky panky were you now?!”

Hanky...? “Ah wasn’t kissin nopony Granny, I promise,” Apple Bloom said honestly. She supposed putting boy stuff in a filly was kind of like hugging, but there wasn’t any kissing going on or callin each other Schmoopy Doo and other hanky panky stuff like that. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle were totally liplocked of course, practically the whole time, but Apple Bloom herself had been lucky enough not to kiss a single filly at all. Lucky because if she had, then she’d have to admit it now. But this way she could tell the truth, and that’d be fine... and maybe she could even kiss them both later. She just had to deliberately unscrunch her muzzle for now, and stop looking in other directions. It was the perfect crime.

“Just like ye promised not to miss schooool,” Granny said eyeballing Bloom dangerously.

“Ain’t a problem,” said Big Macintosh, “Because she’s gonna stay in her room from now, until she’s a she again.”

“Ah‒” Apple Bloom said choking up furiously. “Uf!” she snorted at a loss for words. “Ahm goin to my room then,” she griped, “Don’t bother comin in.”

It wasn’t until she got to her room and laid down on her bed, her colt smelling bed, that the tears began to flow. Why was she even crying? She wasn’t trying to hurt anyone! She was saving so many fillies the pain of failing their final exam she... wasn’t doing anything to stop herself from failing. She wasn’t supposed to fail though. She was a boy! Boys don’t have burnin estrus to distract them. But they do have the burnin estrus of others. Still, it weren’t no excuse. Maybe Big Mac was right and Apple Bloom just needed to hole up all weekend studying.

But would Discord even be back next week? Would she get escorted as a colt to her exams? Maybe even bridled? She hated being a prisoner even if they were doing it out of love for her. What would Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo do about the clubhouse meeting that she had planned? They could handle it... maybe. But they shouldn’t have to. Apple Bloom just wanted to curl up in the corner and hide until her penis went away, but she also wanted to use it, and help all those colts and fillies cure their estrus. And not just to help them out, but to help her as well, because... because... she didn’t know exactly how it was so helpful to her. It just felt so good to make the boy stuff come out!

Was feeling good not a good idea? Was there something bad about it? If it was dark magic they’d have had her in chains, like that one time Rarity decided to spruce up the town. It was like it was dark magic, but it only helped ponies and felt good, and didn’t make anyone sad or angry at all. Not anyone except... grownups. Was it a spell that cursed grownups whenever she did it to fillies? It just didn’t make any sense. Apple Bloom never even did it near a grownup, so how could they be hurt by it? She couldn’t find out for sure unless she found a grownup who’d ...let her put it in them.

And now Apple Bloom wasn’t crying so much as blushing. The very thought of climbing onto a full grown mare like that was just silly. How would she even thrust, if Apple Bloom’s hooves couldn’t touch the floor? They’d have to do it lying down like with Archer and Dinky, and Scootaloo. Fluttershy would just lie there all splay legged looking at her with those big soulful puppy eyes, with her hot scent radiating from the beautiful flower that her slender hips enclosed. Wait, Fluttershy?

Apple Bloom blushed harder. That was right about when Applejack decided to walk into her room.

Knock knock, “Are y’ decent?”

Well Apple Bloom’s penis was out, and that might be awkward, but she was belly down on her bed so that was pretty decent she supposed. “Yeah, sis!” she called out. Applejack opened the door, and walked in the room, pausing a bit with her eyes looking funny giving a quiet “whoo nelly” around the tray she had in her mouth. Placing the tray on Apple Bloom’s drawer cabinet, she turned to the filly gone colt and gave a soft smile.

“Ah noticed you didn’t eat much at the table,” she said, “Thought you could use a coupla beets in a blanket.”

With a resigned huff Apple Bloom stood up and jumped off her bed. That phallus of hers was still being tricky, but she was awful hungry after all. You couldn’t live on butterflies alone. Of course as soon as Applejack saw that thing swinging below her belly she took a swift intake of breath. Apple Bloom crossed a hoof apologizing,

“Sorry it... it’ll go in on its own if I ignore it. I was just... thinking of things.”

Apple Bloom started to eat, but Applejack didn’t say anything, or leave the room or move other than to place her rump firmly on the floor, forelegs held carefully away from it. Apple Bloom realized then that she could smell her own sister’s heat. It was such a familiar scent, but so exotically different to her colt nose. So strong too, and heavy. Far as Apple Bloom knew, the only thing Applejack had to calm her down was Moon tea. Not a single stallion. Apple Bloom really wondered about that.

“L-listen Apple Bloom,” Applejack managed to stutter at last, “Something you might wanna know about your p-p-p-your h-horn I mean your you know what, is‒”

“Applejack, why don’t you have any stallions over?” Apple Bloom cut in, in the middle of the last wrapped beet. She did it half out of pity for that horrible, stumbling sentence. It was a mercy killing really. Plus Apple Bloom suspected she herself knew far more about a “horn” than even her sister.

“What?” Applejack said shocked.

“Well Sweetie told me that Rarity has all sorts of stallions over, and they help cure her estrus. An’ you see pegasi mares in the clouds sometimes with a stallion, probably doin the same thing. Ah know Rarity has problems but, maybe you could try a stallion or two?”

“Or... two?” Applejack squeaked. Grownups kept squeaking around Apple Bloom. She half wondered if this was all some subtle jibe against Sweetie Belle’s eventual physical maturity. But she nodded at Applejacks er... “question” saying,

“Don’t see why not. I mean, there’s enough if you all share each other. You could ask Rarity‒”

“We are not having this conversation,” Applejack said suddenly in a harsh tone. It sounded not so much angry but more hyperventilating. “You are way too young to understand that sort of thing. A-and ah‒ah’m savin myself for... marriage,” she finished lamely. Apple Bloom gave her a long look, swallowing her mouthful and saying,

“Do... did you know how colts can cure a filly’s estrus? Scootaloo was sayin’‒”

“Ah most certainly don’t!” Applejack said shooting up on all fours. She wasn’t looking at Apple Bloom fearfully, but kept looking at her own rear end while backing stiffly to the door saying “Stay away!” Applejack seemed to realize what she was doing and said more calmly to Apple Bloom, “Just... stay away from fillies right now. That’ll keep you safe from the lunacy, and you can go right back to your old life.”

“I just wanna help you, sis,” Apple Bloom mumbled miserably.

Applejack paused uncomfortably long and then said, “Ah gotta go.” She zipped out the door slamming it closed with a surprising amount of force. Apple Bloom would have followed, but her concern turned to disgust as she heard the lock click in her door. Right, grounded.

The last pig went down her throat with little fanfare, and she kicked the metal tray so hard it banged against the wall before clattering to a stop.

In Apple Bloom’s dreams that night, Scootaloo kept turning into a filly version of her sister Applejack, right as she climaxed. Apple Bloom was pretty sure the meaning behind that dream was just about exactly what was written on the cover.

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