There's something in the air making the town go crazy! It's up to the Cutie Mark Crusaders to investigate.
Something pungent in the air is slowly turning Ponyville into a sex-crazed cumbath. It's up to Apple Bloom and the Cutie Mark Crusaders to save their town before the smell forces everypony to pack up and abandon their home. [FOAL]
Hopping merrily into a puddle, Apple Bloom skipped on her way back home from school. Despite the downpour the pegasi scheduled for the morning, the sun was shining its happy face all over Equestria, and Apple Bloom beamed back at it as she skipped, her mane and tail bobbing.
Spring was in full swing. Not a cloud hung in the sky. With the air freshly scrubbed by the morning rain, the scents of flowers and apples filled the air, and Apple Bloom joyfully took a little break to dip her nose into a friendly flower. Passing by vegetable patches, she neared her home which sat on the top of a hill dotted by several barns of different sizes.
“Hey Applejack!” The young little filly shouted to her older sister, who was tending to the vegetables.
“Howdy, A.B.” The young southern mare greeted, “I fix’d some lunch just inside for ya,” she said, pausing in her work.
Apple Bloom grinned, “Thanks, A.J.! I sure could use somethin’ good,” the yellow filly cantered into the farmhouse in anticipation.
What she found was a regular daffodil sandwich with some apple jam. In several chomps, there was nothing left of the sandwich, and the young filly, after washing the meal down with some water and setting her saddlepack aside, trotted back into the yard. She found Applejack clutching a hoe, hard at work.
“So,” Apple Bloom started, snagging a carrot from a nearby pile and taking a bite, “I s’ppose y’ don’t mind me hangin’ out with the girls today, do ya?” She spoke around the carrot.
The orange mare rounded on her sister, “Apple Bloom, you know you shouldn’t take from the sales stock.” Apple Bloom looked away, “Er... sorry big sis,” she couldn’t help it! She was a growing filly after all! “...but, can I go, sis, can I?”
“Er... yeah...” Applejack shifted her eyes, as if distracted. She rubbed her hind legs together and her eyes glazed over.
The younger pony cocked her head to the side, curious at the sudden change in attitude, “Uh, A.J. ... sumthin’ wrong?”
Applejack didn’t respond for a few seconds, shutting her eyes in a look of annoyance. It was about this time Apple Bloom noticed a faint scent in the air unlike any she had smelled before.
“Applejack?” She sniffed a couple times, getting impatient, “Applejaaaa-”
“Huh? I’m fine! Just dandy!” Applejack seemed to recover, “Yes, now y’all run along and play. Just be back by supper so you can help prepare, y’hear?”
“Alright! Thanks A.J.” Apple Bloom turned to leave, “Hey, do ya’ll smell that?”
Applejack ushered her sister to leave, “Don’t worry about that, now, go on and play with Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo.”
Apple Bloom clopped away from the farm, but looked back at her waving sister to notice her hind legs held oddly close together.
The trot to the clubhouse gave her a lot of time to ponder the strange smell and the odd behavior in her sister at the same time. For some reason, smelling the odor too much made the filly fidgety. She tried to ignore it, trying to think of ways for she and her friends to earn their cutie marks.
Springtime birds chirped away as the young filly went along. Parting some bushes, the remote treehouse came into view, and though she didn’t hear any voices, she knew her friends would be waiting inside.
“Hey girls,” Apple Bloom greeted on her way in, wiping her little hooves on a mat she had scavenged. Her friends were busy scribbling doodles and notes on some scrap paper.
“Hey, Apple Bloom,” Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle lazily chimed back.
“Bored already?”
“Augh! There has to be something cool we can do today!” said Scootaloo, frustrated at Apple Bloom’s remark.
“And safe,” Sweetie Belle happily added, getting a look from her orange pegasus friend.
Apple Bloom walked over with a hmm, not paying much attention. In silence, the filly touched her chin with hoof and started, “Any uh y’all smell that...smell in the air?”
Her friends looked at each other in confusion, then took a few sharp sniffs. Sweetie Belle scrunched her face up, “Yeah, it smells kind of like...crotch?”
“Huh?” Scootaloo exclaimed, “No it doesn’t, it’s more like smelly socks,” the pegasus suddenly got up with her tiny wings spread and a look of concern, “what is it?”
There was something about the pressing question that halted the discussion. It was like the scent had taken over the clubhouse, and the fillies could only swim in its odd but inviting flavor.
After the moment, Apple Bloom shook her head, “What’s wrong with us? Girls, I think we should check on my sis. She was actin’ mighty strange right before I left, so maybe the smell got to her too!”
“Alright! Finally something to do!” Scootaloo piped up, trying to get her mind off of the smell that permeated the air.
The trio trotted outside, and began trip back the the Apple family farm.
“By the way,” Apple Bloom began, “Ya both have it wrong. Sometimes I go into Big Macintosh’s room when I hear some strange noises coming from it, and I smell the ‘xact same thing. Just can’t fathom why it seemed to spread so far all ‘f a sudden.”
“Strange noises?” Scootaloo objected, “what kind of strange noise?”
Apple Bloom cocked her head, “well, it sounded like... a shufflin’ sound, like bed sheets bein’ moved around. Big Mac tells me to leave him alone when he hears me.”
Scootaloo giggled, “Oh yeah? Hehe! You know, there’s only a few things ponies do in bed.”
“Oh, hush,” Apple Bloom blushed, considering that for the first time and knowing next to nothing about those kinds of relationships.
With a break in the conversation, Sweetie Belle chimed in, “We~ll,” a blush starting to break through her own fur, “I still say it smells like crotch.”
The others laughed. Scootaloo said in between giggles, “Whose crotches have you been sniffing, lately?”
“W-well I’m just saying, crotches just smell that way,” the young filly looked away, embarrassed, “Like that’s what they’d smell like if you smelled one.”
Apple Bloom thought about it, “hmmm, well there might be some truth in that,” the filly’s mind spun, and made a connection: pony relationships in bed involve their crotches. However, nothing about the smell being all over made any sense.
One thing was clear, though: seeing if everypony at the farm was okay.
The three fillies came upon the yard to finding no sign of Applejack outside. Apple Bloom noticed the hoe her sister was using was in the same place where she left her.
“Maybe she’s on a break?” Sweetie Belle suggested.
“That’s way too long a break,” Apple Bloom said, “Especially for Applejack.”
They marched inside the house where they heard somepony’s muffled moans from upstairs.
“What is that?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“Sounds like somepony’s hurtin’” Apple Bloom said nervously, “Could be my sister!”
“Well if she needs help, we have go help her!” Sweetie Belle said.
The stairs creaked against the flight of three fillies rushing to the second story. Following the groans coming from Applejack’s room, they rushed the door in panic.
“Applejack!” Apple Bloom yelled, bursting into the room with her two friends. Said pony yelped in surprise, frantically hoofing at the bed sheets to cover herself up, “Are you alright, A.J.?”
“W-Wh-What’s all the commotion about?!” A.J. shouted, confused.
“We heard somepony moaning so we came to see if we could help,” Sweetie Belle explained, “Are you okay, Applejack?”
Stupefied by her situation, the orange farm pony looked between the three young ponies searching for an explanation that would satisfy the foals’ curiosity.
Apple Bloom walked up to her sister with a look of concern, “A.J., if you need us to help with anything, we’re here.”
The pony couldn’t stay quiet forever, with a sigh she got out of bed and looked at each of the fillies, “I’m fine, li’l sis, girls, but y’all shouldn’t bust in on ponies like that. T’aint polite, y’hear?”
“Sorry, Applejack, but we were only trying to help, and it sounded like you were in pain,” Sweetie Belle squeaked.
“Yeah,” Scootaloo said, “and what was with all the moaning?”
“I, uh,” Applejack stuttered, “i-It don’t matter, see? I’m fine,” The three fillies indeed didn’t see anything wrong with the mare, but they all had the feeling that she was hiding something.
“Now, why don’t y’all git along and play?” she continued, with a hint of annoyance to her tone. She herded the fillies out of the house and the three ponies decided not to press her further.
The girls cantered away, questions added to their mystery, soon to be forgotten by the inviting warmth of the sun.
The girls played all afternoon, strange smells abandoned, and afterwards, Apple Bloom had to say goodbye to her friends to get home for dinner. The sun hung low on the horizon coloring the countryside orange with its glow and casting long shadows on the dusty paths. Apple Bloom was starving and couldn’t wait to dig into some carrot stew or salad. She thought back to her barging in on her sister earlier that day, and she was convinced that the scent, which she could still smell, was what had affected her sister. It could still be affecting her, as well as maybe other mares in town!
At dinner, Apple Bloom was distracted by her sister and brother being distracted. Nopony said much besides discussing work in the fields and the prices of produce. She thought about bringing it up, but decided it might not be appropriate. Afterwards, Apple Bloom did some homework, then fell into bed. Lights went off in the house, and soon it was full of four sleeping ponies.
However, two of them could not stay asleep. Apple Bloom awoke hearing voices from down the hall, so she slid out of bed to investigate. The voices grew louder with every step toward Big Macintosh’s room, and nearing the door, the young filly was sure it was her siblings’ voices. They were grunting and moaning loudly together. Apple Bloom was afraid she’d get caught, so she quietly crept up to the door and nudged it open just a hair.
In the moonlight, what she saw made her heart jump into her throat. Her brother had mounted her sister on the bed and was rocking back and forth against her haunches. At her angle, Apple Bloom could tell exactly what Big Macintosh was hammering in and out of Applejack, and the little filly felt butterflies flop around in her stomach. She watched as her sister was mercilessly pounded in seeming eagerness, both ponies’ faces scrunched up.
Apple Bloom became light-headed, and she eased herself to the ground. She continued watching through the door at her panting and heaving siblings, and coupled with the everlasting aroma wafting through the house, Apple Bloom became very aroused. Her eyes hooded, she reached her forehoof to her underside as if to relieve an odd itch. She found her soft, sensitive filly parts and she gasped at the touch. With a twisted face, she started rubbing up and down her tiny slit, glancing at her sister’s and brother’s progress. The copulating equines’ voices as well as their speed had intensified. Apple Bloom felt something wet on her hoof, and reluctantly tore it away from her sex to check. Surprisingly, her hoof was drenched with hot girl-juice, and the girl scrunched up her face in worry because of the strange stuff coming out of her.
Applejack’s and Big Macintosh’s cries called the filly’s attention back to the action, and she noticed Big Mac’s thrusting had become deeper and harder. Shoving her hoof back down to her crotch, Apple Bloom gazed at her big brother and imagined him doing the same to herself, unconsciously intensifying her rubbing.
Forcing an eye open during her cringing pleasure, she watched the red stallion fling himself into the mare while latching onto her back. With one final cry, the ponies relaxed. The stallion rested the side of his head against his lover. Apple Bloom’s hoof rubbed harder and faster, and she couldn’t keep little meeps of ecstasy from escaping her lips. In her head, Applejack and Big Mac were on an endless loop, feeding her foal-slot an itch that just kept getting stronger.
Her gasps and groans kept coming, and soon enough, her body became electrified, her fur prickling up and her pussy convulsing in hot spasms, squeezing out more filly juice. She felt exhausted and sweaty, and she panted heavily on the ground with her hoof still pressed against her sex.
“Apple Bloom?”
Apple Bloom’s eyes shot open at her sister’s voice and her heart skipped a beat. Scrambling, the yellow filly abandoned all thought in a beeline for her bedroom. Under the cover and security of her blankets, the young girl cooled off and collected her thoughts.
Whatever it was going on here was far from normal.
Having masturbated herself to sleep last night, Apple Bloom was worse for wear the next morning. Sharing awkward glances with her sister did not lighten her mood either. After breakfast, she grabbed her saddlepack and began her journey to the schoolhouse. Her demeanor was broken up by the chirping birds that happily flew around, and the early-morning stroll through the light, morning air soothed her nerves. However, the smelly sock/crotch smell was still there, and she guessed there was a connection between it and the lack of the usual ponies going about their usual morning business.
“Hey, Apple Bloom, how’zit going?” Scootaloo called from a distance.
“I’m good, you?”
“Good.”
Apple Bloom and Scootaloo could tell each other was hiding something through their forced smiles. The two kids went on their way toward the school not sure if they should say anything. Apple Bloom almost went through with it when she commented on the persistence of the odor, but she decided she would not. Looking back, the pleasure she got from rubbing truly thrilled her, and she wanted to talk to discuss it somepony.
“Jeez, that smell is really getting annoying, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, you’d think somepony’d do somethin’ about it,” Apple Bloom agreed. The awkward silence after that stifled any more conversation, so they continued on their way to the schoolhouse. Sweetie Belle joined them later on, but her mood matched theirs in the first place, so the three fillies walked together in uncharacteristic silence. Other schoolchildren on the same route as them were also noticeably uneasy or confused, so adding to the fact that the marketplace and roads were emptier than usual, an otherwise normal morning was awfully strange.
Cheerilee quieted the fillies and colts for class. Her demeanor unchanged from yesterday, she launched right into a lesson about fractions. What surprised Apple Bloom the most was how the smell did not appear to affect her teacher. She went on to demonstrate common denominators when the red-maned filly heard her stop abruptly. It was as if she ran into a brick wall. She stared off into space for a solid ten seconds before catching herself. She followed through with the example, but when she was done she took a little break to sit at her desk.
Cheerilee sighed, “Class, I’m afraid we’ll have to take the rest of the day off, I’m not feeling too well,” She smiled forceably at her charge, knowing they would love to spend the day in the sun, rather than sitting around inside, “Featherweight, I’d like to talk to you about the school newspaper, and the rest of you have a wonderful day.”
Apple Bloom’s pencil dropped out of her mouth staring, then she began packing up her things. Just like that, school had ended for the day and everypony was heading home.
“Apple Bloom!” Scootaloo called while she and Sweetie Belle hung out in the yard, “So weird, huh?”
“I know!” Apple Bloom’s face scrunched up in thought, “Ah’m bettin’ it has to do with this darned scent. Scootaloo, you notice anythin’ strange happen in yer house last night?”
The orange filly blushed and looked away, “yyyyeah...”
“And you too, Sweetie Belle?”
The white unicorn thought back, “Well, yeah, Mom ’n’ Dad were making their yelling voices like they do sometime. It kinda makes it hard to get to sleep.”
Apple Bloom and Scootaloo looked at her expectantly. Scootaloo pressed, “Aaand, didn’t you see anything?”
“Of course not. They forbid me to see them when they’re making their noises. They say they’re okay and I should try to get to sleep.”
There was an awkward pause while Sweetie’s friends realized how much she didn’t know. Then, Apple Bloom shook her head in dismissal.
“Okay, so, this smell is everywhere in town and it’s causin’ all the mares to-” she gasped mid-sentence.
“What?!” Sweetie and Scootaloo yelled.
“SHHH!” Apple Bloom motioned for them to follow. Once they were behind the school, safely out of sight of most curious passersby ponies, she spoke in a low voice, “I don’t think Cheerilee only wants to talk to Featherweight about the newspaper.”
“What?” Sweetie Belle asked, confused.
“The smell is making all the mares to go into heat!” Scootaloo’s hushed voice answered.
“‘Gsactly!” Apple Bloom said.
“Whaat?” Sweetie’s voice squeaked, still confused.
“Heat! It’s like when pets start actin’ all funny and needy,” Apple Bloom tried to explain, “It’s really, really weird when it happens, but it has somethin’ to do with sex.”
“Sex?” Sweetie’s voice cracked again, “like... that adult thing only adults do?”
Scootaloo and Apple Bloom face-hoofed while the country filly continued, “Okay, y’know how sex is where foals come from, right?” Sweetie nodded, “Well y’ gotta, y’know … the colt has to plant the seed, in a manner’a speakin’, for the foal to grow inside the mare...” Apple Bloom nodded, hoping Sweetie Belle would understand, but all she got was a long stare.
“But-”
“OKAY, so!” Scootaloo couldn’t take it any more, “The colt sticks his weiner-I mean-penis into the mare’s cooter-er- vagina, and ejaculates his semen stuff into her and a foal starts growing.”
Sweetie Belle hung her jaw and stared disgustedly at her friend, “wh-wha...”
“Look, Sweetie, it really ain’t-” Apple Bloom started.
“That’s disgusting!” Sweetie Belle blurted out, still trying to keep her voice down, “I mean, that’s where pee comes out!” She folded her forelegs and looked away, “I can’t believe you two,” she shot in a whisper.
Apple Bloom and Scootaloo smiled at each other, but as Apple Bloom started to speak, she was interrupted by a voice coming from the open window above them. Their hearts jumped in their chests and the girls pressed themselves against the wall.
They heard Cheerilee’s voice, “...yes, and another thing about the editorials...”
Scootaloo whispered in Apple Bloom’s ear, “You think Cheerilee’s really gonna try something?” Bloom pressed a hoof to the pegasus’s lips and nodded. Scoot brushed it aside, “But...Cheerilee... She’s not like that.”
Apple Bloom turned back and nodded again. After what she saw last night, though, she wasn’t too sure anymore. The teacher pointed out a few things in the paper, and then she became quiet. She heard the sound of hoofsteps and a very low voice, then for the first time, Featherweight’s own voice.
“M-Miss Cheerilee, that-” the teacher shushed his high, boyish voice. Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle collectively squirmed when they started hearing moans come from their classmate, his cute voice whimpering and whining. It died down after a few minutes, then they heard more hoofsteps.
“Now my little stallion...” Her voice was low and weak, like a pained begging. The three fillies’ eyes went wide when they heard their teacher gasp and cry out Oh, Featherweight!
Sweetie turned to Apple Bloom and whispered, “Are they um, doing it?” Bloom pressed her hoof against the soft lips of her friend and nodded at her sidelong.
“M-Miss Cheerilee, it feels so good!” the young colt cried in his tart voice. The ponies’ moans came faster and faster as Featherweight pumped harder and harder.
“Oh Sweet Celestia, keep going my stallion! Show me how much you’ve bloomed!”
Sweetie Belle’s curiosity got the best of her. The ivory filly got on her back legs and slowly rose herself to the window sill.
“Sweetie Belle!” Apple Bloom whisper-screamed at her friend, piercing through the sound of sex, “You trying to get us caught?”
Sweetie turned back, “Just a quick peek, don’t worry,” she inched her eye over the ledge and peered into the sunlit room in spite of Apple Bloom biting her own lip.
She stifled a gasp when she saw Featherweight on top of Cheerilee, facing away from her thankfully. His haunches slammed back and forth against his teacher, his small ball-sack bouncing against her plot back and forth. She stared at their visible connection, his meat sunk moistly into Cheerilee’s encompassing, plump pussy. He was humping her furiously and using his young wings to help. Sweetie’s voyeurism made her feel a strong tingle in her crotch. The copulation voices rose, and with one final OH Featherweight plunged himself home, letting loose his seed into her, spilling some in the process.
It required a tug of the tail to get Sweetie Belle to pry her eyes away from the scene. The fillies scurried off quietly and tried on their best poker faces for the road, but they couldn’t help feeling a warm dampness between their legs.
Scootaloo grunted in excited agitation, “This is fucking wild!” she profaned under her breath.
“Scootaloo!” Apple Bloom yelled, to which Scoot smiled meekly, then she noticed her wings, “Yer wings’re up.”
“Oops,” she giggled.
“What the heck’s going on here?” Sweetie Belle said, worriedly.
“This smell’s makin’ the whole town crazy,” Apple Bloom stated, “Girls, we gotta get to the bottom of this or else nothin’s gonna get done around here, and since we don’t got as much’a reaction to it, I reckon it’s up to us, the Cutie Mark Crusaders!”
“Alright!” Scootaloo urged her wings to go back down, “But how do we get rid of it?”
Sweetie Belle giggled, “Hehehe, bottom.”
Bloom looked up, “My sis always said that if’n ya got a problem, ya gotta git to the heart o’ the matter, so we need to find out what’s makin’ the smell. Then we gotta stop it,” she put her hoof down in a no-nonsense manner.
“Okay, okay,” Scootaloo finally got her wings under control, “But how do we find it?”
“We need to do some research. Girls, to the library!”
Sweetie Belle poked her, “Uh, can we get some lunch first?”
“Yeah, I’m starving,” Scootaloo said.
Apple Bloom had to admit she was hungry, herself, “Alright, to Sugarcube Corner, then the library!”
Sweetie Belle couldn’t get her mind off the sight of Featherweight slamming his body against her teacher, plugging her up with his thick boyhood. Whenever she dwelt on it, she could feel a tingle in her crotch tickling the outside and reaching deep into her fillyhood. She didn’t know what to do about it or how to make it go away, and she couldn’t help what she saw. She sipped on her apple-juice with a blank stare as Apple Bloom and Scootaloo discussed what they thought was making the smell.
“I bet it’s somepony trying to mess us up, like a spell,” Scootaloo imagined.
“Maybe it’s a monster that eats ponies by luring them in,” Apple Bloom mused, “or maybe it is somepony casting a spell, and it wasn’t on purpose.”
“Can you even cast a spell without knowing it?”
“I have no idea. Sweetie Belle, does that even happen?” Apple Bloom looked at Sweetie whose head was in the clouds.
“Sweetie Belle!”
“Huh? Sorry,” Sweetie Belle blushed.
“Can a unicorn cast a spell on accident?” Scootaloo asked.
Sweetie Belle cocked her head, “What? I don’t know, I’ve never even used magic.”
The trio fell silent as they took some more bites of sandwich.
“Hey girls, another batch of cookies is done! Keep an eye on the shop, please?” a tissue stuffed Pinkie Pie called out to them, then she was out of sight.
Apple Bloom turned back to her friends, “Are those tissues?”
“Yeah,” Sweetie Belle said, “and how many times has she gone back to get cookies?”
When the fillies finished their sandwiches, they left, leaving behind a happily exhausted looking Pinkie Pie. En route to the library, they heard several lustful cries muffled behind closed windows if they listened close enough, and the roads usually crowded with pony patronage were not so crowded today. They noticed that there were plenty of kids out doing chores and playing with each other, some of which waved as the girls passed, but they could tell that even the most reserved adult was trying to hide their arousal.
They arrived at the library without incident, but when they tried approaching the door, Apple Bloom slammed face-first into a magical barrier.
“What the hay?” The filly brushed a hoof against her tickled snout.
“It must be because of the smell!” her orange pegasus friend assumed.
“Does this mean we can’t get in?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“SPI ~KE! TWILIGHT!” Apple Bloom called, loudly. After a few seconds she tried again, “Spike, it’s Apple Bloom!” she called. Soon enough, the scaly head of their dragon friend popped out the door.
“Can you guys keep it down? Twilight is very busy today, so we can’t have guests, sorry!” Spike’s purply little head disappeared back into the treehouse.
“Wait, Spike! SPIKE! … SPI ~KE!” frustrated, the cream colored pony kicked at the forcefield, “SPIKE-!”
Spike’s head whipped back into view, “I said no visitors today!”
“Spike we’re tryin’ t’ help!” Apple Bloom noticed the green-spined dragon’s expression change at this.
“Yeah, Spike, we wanna help get rid of the smell!” Sweetie Belle yelled.
“Oh, that,” Spike took a moment to consider their offer, “I’ll go talk to Twilight, but I’m not promising anything,” the door shut and the fillies were left alone.
After a few minutes, the air seemed to energize and the purple bubble surrounding the treehouse gradually melted away.
The door clicked open again while they walked up, and Twilight Sparkle herself peeked out. The young mare looked frazzled with exhaustion.
“N-now, hurry, you three, and don’t touch anything,” She beckoned them inside.
The treehouse was in disarray making it hard to actually not touch anything. Notepads, books, chemistry glassware, and all of the like littered the floor and tables. Twilight reflected the state of the treehouse, with her unkempt hair and fur, bags under her eyes, and sweat covering her body. A musky scent, similar to the one outside, permeated the air.
Twilight turned uneasily on them, “Now, girls, I’m sure you’re very confused about what is happening lately, and I assure you it will all be figured out,” the purple pony proudly gestured to her equipment and research, “even now I’m on the verge-er- approaching a … chemical solution to counteract hormonal reactions to this air. I...can’t say for sure when it will be done, but when it is I’m planning on mass producing the solution for distribution across town...” She frowned at herself on realizing she had completely lost the foals, “Basically, I’m making a cure.”
Apple Bloom nodded, “Oh! Well we’re goin’ to find whatever it is that’s makin’ this smell so we can stop it.”
Twilight thought a few seconds, “Well...It is kind of dangerous, I don’t even think you should try it.”
“But we’re the only ones who can!” Scootaloo said, “All of the grown-up ponies are, well, busy, but we aren’t even bothered by the smell, so it makes sense for us to do it.”
The older pony sat heavily putting her head in her hoof, then grunted, “But you guys just don’t understand! Not only could whatever is creating it be dangerous, but bad ponies, completely overtaken by hormones, not caring who they come upon, maybe even in groups, they could swoop in and violate you,” it was clear Twilight’s overactive imagination, along with the stress of work, had overtaken herself. She sighed, “Especially unsupervised, I just can’t let you all roam around Ponyville in good conscience. I-” she gazed at the young fillies’ innocent, sympathetic eyes, “I can’t bare the thought of you three beautiful fillies getting in that awful situation.”
The three young fillies looked at each other, searching for an answer between them. Sweetie Belle approached the distraught, exhausted Twilight in consolation, “We understand, Twilight, but we still want to help somehow. We don’t want to stand around while our town... well... you know, so we still wanna help,” she smiled, “Like with your work, maybe, around the treehouse? And what's a hormone?”
Twilight Sparkle smiled gratefully, “Thank you, Sweetie, and thank you Apple Bloom, Scootaloo,” the others beamed back, “A hormone is a neurological, I mean, brain chemical that our bodies naturally produce to signal for certain reactions to happen. For instance, um...”
“AAAAAAAAGH!” Spike’s voice screamed from upstairs putting everyone on alert, and his little purple body appeared from the top of the stairway seconds later, “TWILIGHT! The plant is growing!”
Something caught in Twilight’s throat as her pupils shrank in size, “What? Which plant?!” she yelled.
Spike caught his breath, “There’s a little-well, was little-plant by your bed that looked all dead and shriveled, so I watered it and it started growing like crazy!”
“NonononononononononoNO!” Twilight shut her eyes, her brain going into overdrive, “You didn’t use the bucket sitting nearby, did you?” She hopelessly asked.
“Uh, yeah, but it wasn’t really water, it was all drippy.”
“NO, Spike, what’ve you done?!”
"I don't know, what have I done?!"
Twilight gasped at a few crashes from upstairs and she raced toward it followed closely by Spike, “Girls, stay down here!” she warned.
Sitting on their plots, the girls heard strange noise after strange noise with the odd shout by the magical pony. They exchanged glances, then Scootaloo clopped hesitantly to the stairway.
“Scootaloo!” She heard Sweetie Belle’s pleading voice and the young pegasus looked back at her frightened friends.
“C’mon you guys, it’s just a plant, how bad could it be?” She half reassured herself, and continued up the stairs.
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle glanced at each other, the sight of Twilight’s fearful face going through their minds, then Sweetie guessed, “Maybe she’s just really stressed out?” and she followed slowly after Scoot.
With a breath, Bloom steeled herself, “Consarn it,” and she followed Sweetie.
Scootaloo followed the winding staircase toward the bedroom, crashing and thumping noises seeming to have died down. After a few seconds to allow her friends to catch up, she reached out a hoof toward the door handle. Turning it, Scootaloo swung the door open.
What they found took a moment to process. A huge, viney vegetable filled the room, giant claw-like roots clinging to the whole ledge that held Twilight’s bed. The thick vines sprawled with life, knocking books off bookshelves. Most started out fat at the base, ending in bulbed tips, and smaller vines lashed out like whips. The fillies squealed when they saw Twilight, roped up and suspended by the thing’s coils, two of which thrust in and out of her rear holes, dripping viscous fluids everywhere.
Upon seeing them, Twilight yelled, “NO! RUN!” but before they could react, a thin rope whipped forth and caught Scootaloo by the foreleg making her scream. It whipped her back toward the ropey mass and the other girls screamed. When they turned to run, their hind legs were caught, and they were dragged back in like Scootaloo.
The room whirled by in the three ponies’ eyes. They felt vines curl all around them, fixing in place in a snug, firm grip. The slimy, tentacle-like appendages groped and probed, despite the gasps, whines, and whinnies of protest. In all the chaos, Sweetie Belle noticed Spike, strung up like themselves, receiving a pounding to his tail-hole. Soon, the three fillies’ bodies were drenched with the clear, viscous secretions of the monstrous plant, and with each prod from the vines at their pussies and tail-holes, the girth of each vine got smaller.
No! Why are you touching me there? Sweetie Belle shuddered at each lubricated swipe and prod at her dirty parts. With every touch, she could feel a burning feeling increase in her underbelly, and with it, a confusing urge for something more. She hated and feared being tied up and held, but after seeing Cheerilee and Twilight being penetrated, she only had curiosity at what that felt like.
She had her eyes shut tight while being felt up, but she cracked an eye open to check on Apple Bloom and Scootaloo. Surprisingly, her pegasus friend already had a vine thrusting in and out of her, and with each of her breaths came a long, high moan. The young filly squirmed and bucked her hips against the vine’s treatment.
A vine wantonly tickled Sweetie’s slit, and the curly-maned girl gasped at the shocking pleasure, what was that? She wasn’t allowed to ponder it any more, since the shocks kept coming again and again, each followed by her whines. This vine, which was considerably smaller than the first, hadn’t backed off, and Sweetie Belle knew this was it. She gritted teeth as it pushed against her plush folds, spreading them apart. She gasped as it reached her insides, and squealed when it tore into her innermost parts. Every twiggy vein, each leafy bulb rubbed against the ribbed, soft tissue of her fillyhood, and when it moved back and forth inside her, she could not stop her moans. Some unknown force made her feel like humping the air back and forth.
Before long, the warm, phallic vine shoved into her suddenly, and a hot, thick fluid shot forth, filling her hole. The sensation of it made her lose her mind, panting and moaning. It receded, with a lot of spilling liquid, and shot more of the stuff all over her, coating her belly and tail-hole. A similar vine threaded itself along her backside and groin, snaking the tip from her belly, past her slit, to press against her anus.
No! Sweetie Belle clenched herself around the tip, but the lubricated probe stretched its way inside and the poor filly’s plot-hole was painfully filled, making her drain her lungs in a prolonged moan. It reached up a ways, then started its piston motion again. It made her feel strange, like she had a huge poop, but it gave a different sort of pleasure. She couldn’t make sense of it, but it was there, making her feel so good, despite the sting around her anus.
Another vine, perhaps the first one, or a fresh one, approached her girl-slit and Sweetie’s heart skipped in anticipation. It crammed deep inside her front hole with no reservation and it alternated its thrusting with its brother. In her foalish sexual mania, Sweetie Belle didn’t care about anything else anymore, only that she hoped and guessed that the thing would squirt inside her plot-hole and fill it up as well. The filly arched her back when the feelings intensified. She bit her lip, and a heat-wave of sharp pleasure racked her body, clenching repeatedly at the intrusions. She let out a high, heavy moan. More liquid poured into her at an astonishing rate while her orgasm subsided.
In a matter of seconds, Sweetie Belle’s insides were so full that she could feel every pint that leaked out her holes. A lull in the activity gave her the chance to see how the others were doing. The other crusaders looked to be in the same condition as her, drenched in a white, sticky lubrication and getting their plots and pussies stretched and filled. The sight of them shocked the white filly back to reality, and she assumed that she must have looked the same, getting pounded so thoroughly.
How long will this go for? She questioned in fear, How much more can I take?
As the vines continued caressing and violating her, she focused on them again, sensing a calmer behavior. The vines dove into her again, this time a little slower. The difference in pace was new and welcoming now that she could feel all of the features of the cylindrical invaders. She sighed.
Without warning, one of the vines slithered between her lips, causing a squeak in surprise. She pressed her tongue against it, while it continued to the back of her mouth. It started back out then shoved in again, and she realized it wanted to use her mouth as another hole. She didn’t really care. After a few more minutes, it issued forth a hot stream of strongly bitter, gooeyness down her throat, and she coughed as the gagging vine retreated and she felt her watery eyes leak tears down her face.
Mere minutes felt like hours. The cycle continued, getting everypony covered and their sensitive parts rubbed raw. The crusaders were becoming fatigued at all the treatment, even hungry, and just wanted to be let down to be free. Although the young ponies were exhausted beyond speech, Apple Bloom managed a plea to Twilight.
“Twilight, do somethin’!”
The lavender pony looked her way and nodded with determination, unable to speak with her mouth full. Searching the room, Twilight reached out with her magic, producing what appeared to be a kitchen knife. With some concentration, she sliced hard and fast through the vine that stuck into her mouth, and the monster reacted with a violent spasm. The appendage slipped out of her onto the floor, and she groaned sickly.
“I … I’m so sorry, girls,” Twilight apologized for them to have gotten caught by the monster. If only she had kept the plant hidden better.
After Twilight sliced through more vines, her creature lost its liveliness, setting its captives to the floor and ceasing to move most of its limbs. The girls lay in a puddle of fluid and exhaustion, tentacle vines flopping out of their sore holes. They were a mess. Sweetie Belle felt like she could take a nap for hours, but would never get to sleep when feeling so gross.
“I need a bath,” She said, simply.
Apple Bloom and Scootaloo groaned in agreement, testing out their limbs against gravity. After taking five to catch their breaths, the four ponies and dragon slowly picked themselves up. First, Twilight walked over to the three violated schoolfillies she was in charge of, stricken by guilt.
“Oh girls, I can’t believe this,” she spoke regretfully, “Are you alright?”
“Mostly,” Said Apple Bloom.
“Only my pride hurts,” said Scootaloo.
"Twi, what's this thing doing in here?" asked Apple Bloom.
Twilight hesitated to answer.
“I need a bath,” Sweetie Belle repeated.
Twilight smiled in relief, quickly replacing it with worry, “I’ll go draw some hot water,” she cantered off in a stiff gait, like she had something stuck between her legs.
“Well, Sweetie Belle,” Scootaloo said, “There’s your crash course.”
As its engine, Scootaloo was in charge of the Cutie Mark Crusader wagon. Having recuperated a little since yesterday’s event, the filly just could not pass up a joyride, and with school cancelled and the streets clear, the little filly knew there was no better day, especially to vent some steam and clear her mind.
She took off in a blur, whizzing past the buildings along the cobblestone road. Scootaloo was an experienced scooter rider and a thrill seeker, so it came as no surprise to her when she felt bored that there were no carts or ponies to dodge during her ride. Never-the-less, the wind flying by and the g-forces as she turned gave her just the thrill she needed.
Skidding to a stop at the front of her house, the orange furred filly couldn’t fight the encounter with the plant monster from popping back into her mind. She also felt guilty about leading her friends into the room, despite Twilight Sparkle’s warning. In the end, Twilight felt so guilty and paranoid, that she personally escorted each filly to their homes, forbidding them from crusading any more until this whole thing was solved. Naturally, they ignored her commands.
Scootaloo sighed while hooking up the wagon to her scooter. She could still feel those wet things wriggling in and out of her, stretching and penetrating her core. She was sure as hay that day would be forever etched into her memory. She darted away in the direction of the clubhouse.
Kicking up dust, she arrived. Setting aside her helmet and scooter, she trotted up the ramps to the door, shoved the little door open, and recoiled at the sight of one of her filly friend’s face buried in between the other’s flanks.
Apple Bloom lurched away, face dripping with filly juice, while Sweetie Belle sat right on her haunches immediately after. They each sported bright red cheeks and the most unbelievable expressions Scootaloo had ever seen.
“We-” Bloom started.
“We got bored waiting,” Sweetie winced from a hoof in the shoulder.
Scootaloo laughed and Apple Bloom wiped her muzzle.
“Well -hehe- you guys could’ve waited for me before starting that!” She covered her mouth in shock at what she had said, feeling all the more aroused.
Sweetie Belle looked between her friends and smiled, “Well, we don’t have to stop,” with her adrenaline lowered, her heat had returned full force, “b-besides, it just might lead to our cutie marks!”
“Aw shoot, I want my cutie mark, but that kinda cutie mark don’t seem much appropriate, I think.”
“Well, I wanna try it.”
Sweetie and Apple Bloom looked at their friend quizzically.
“The face thing,” She continued, “What you guys were doing.”
“Oh that,” Sweetie Belle clarified, “I was just saying how I wished I could reach my tongue back there, so Apple Bloom offered to try it on me and... it feels really good,” she shut her eyes, dwelling on the sensations her friend was giving her a few moments ago.
Now that she realized how willing she and her friends were about experimenting, Apple Bloom began to feel hot. She shot up with fervour, “So uh, who goes first?”
Scoot ventured closer to the rose-maned filly, “I wanna lick you, Apple Bloom.”
The girl blushed at her friend’s forwardness, “So should I turn around?”
“Try laying down,” Apple Bloom sat back down, then lay down on her side. She shivered when Scootaloo placed a hoof on her back leg to prop it up. Hesitating, Scootaloo lowered her mouth to Apple Bloom’s flower. She offered a testing lick, surprised and invigorated by how soft and pliable the area was. Apple Bloom gasped at Scootaloo’s warm, soft tongue firmly sliding against her filly parts. Scootaloo lifted her head back up to see Apple Bloom’s jaw hanging in pleasure. Bloom urged her friend not to stop, so Scoot went down again.
The young farm-filly cooed in pleasure. The softness of Scootaloo’s tongue contrasted the roughness of the vines from yesterday, but felt so much more intimate than her own hoof, “Lick harder,” she urged, and she moaned deeply when she felt the tongue reach far into her puffy foal folds. The farm-girl bucked her groin into her friend’s face, trying to get more of that feeling.
“Whoa!” Scootaloo grunted in surprise.
“Sorry,” Applebloom ignored her for the most part, and instead she put the side of her hoof to her fillyhood in the tongue’s absence, stroking roughly.
Scootaloo tilted her head to see Sweetie in a sitting position with a foreleg wiggling between her flanks, her face flushed and erotic. She considered her own growing need and Apple Bloom’s unused tongue, “Oh!” the girls jumped out of their sexual reverie, “I got it! Sweetie, you lick me, and Apple Bloom can lick you!”
Sweetie Belle was skeptical, “At the same time?”
“Yeah, we all lay on our sides facing the center!”
“Oh oh oh! It’ll be like a love triangle!” Sweetie Belle suggested, giggling excitedly.
"Triangle," Apple Bloom said, "I reckon it does look like a triangle. Ah!" her thoughts interrupted by Scoot's quick, deep lick up her slit.
With Scootaloo laying on her side, face dug in between Apple Bloom's hind legs, Sweetie Belle positioned herself in the same way at the pegasus's back end. The unicorn filly grabbed her friend's flanks and forced her face between them. She was delighted by Scootaloo's surprise, and even moreso after hearing the filly's moans to her tongue. In turn, Apple Bloom reached her hooves around Sweetie's flanks, and parted the white pony's hind legs to deliver her own treatment. By then, the only sounds heard inside the clubhouse were of foalish, filly-moans, some stronger than the rest when one of them got aggressive. Though they didn't get too loud since it was all through their noses.
Apple Bloom's arousal came to a high when the burning feeling in her crotch intensified, "Faster, Scootaloo! Harder!" To which her friend obliged, finding the necessary strength her tongue required by the sound of Apple Bloom's pleasure. Bloom decided, then, that her hoof would be needed to finish herself off, so she removed herself from the wonderful tongue for the violent pounding only her hoof could offer. With the chain broken, though, Scootaloo felt Sweetie Belle easing up, slightly.
With Apple Bloom to relieve herself, Scootaloo turned to Sweetie Belle, and she reached between the unicorn's more tender flanks to hoof-off her friend. As Bloom screamed out her orgasm, Sweetie shivered at the feeling of Scootaloo's hoof, and she decided to try give Scootaloo the same hoofing.
Apple Bloom watched her friends' mutual masturbation during her afterglow. Her chest rose and fell. She absorbed the pleasured cries her two friends made, and watched an ebb-flow of hoof roughness. Since her hoof was already in place, she decided to wiggle it around, aroused by her friends’ playing, “Ah Scootaloo, if you keep going...!” she heard Sweetie shout.
“Me too, me too,” Apple Bloom continued to watch, high on sex, as the unicorn and pegasus fillies, hooves dug into each other, finished each other off in a duet of moans. They took a breather.
“Wow,” Scoot gasped, “that felt so good.”
“Oh Luna, it did,” Sweetie Belle replied. She cracked an eye open to see Scootaloo and Apple Bloom staring at her on the verge of laughter, and thinking how corny she just sounded, she joined in.
The Cutie Mark Crusaders laughed. With the mood broken, the crusaders collectively agreed that it was time to investigate.
“Hey I know!” Scootaloo yelled, “We should find Rainbow Dash and ask her some questions!”
“Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom said, “How come everything’s Rainbow Dash with ya?”
“Think about it. She controls pretty much everything that has to do with the weather, she has’ta know something about which direction the smell is coming from.”
“Oh, well that makes sense,” Apple Bloom regretted talking down to her friend, “Sorry about that, it’s a really good idea, actually,” she blushed. Scootaloo smiled.
“Well what are we waiting for?” Sweetie Belle chimed in, “She’s probably in her cloud home like all the other mares. I mean, just the pegasus mares. If they have a cloud home...” her friends snickered at her, “You know what I mean, so let’s go!”
It took as much shouting to get to Twilight to call Rainbow Dash down, but eventually the sky-blue mare angrily bolted to the ground.
“What do you fillies think you’re doing yelling up at me like that? Don’t you know I’m trying to get some shut-eye?”
“Sleep? But it’s, like, noon!” Sweetie Belle objected.
“Yeah, well, I’ve been working a lot lately,” she retorted.
Scootaloo stepped forward, “Sorry Rainbow Dash, but we were hoping you could answer some questions-”
“WWhoooooooa,” Dash interrupted staring into the distance, “It’s gotten pretty bad down here. Can you girls make it quick? It’s unbearable!” She gathered herself into a hover as to ventilate the area.
“So,” Scootaloo began, “I take it you know everything about the weather in Ponyville?”
“Uh huh,” Rainbow dash seemed irritated.
“We need to know what direction the wind is going.”
“That’s it? Well obviously it’s coming from the south,” She pointed said direction.
“Obviously?” Sweetie Belle tilted her head.
“Does it always come from the south?” Scootaloo continued.
“Well, no,” Rainbow checked her bearings, “south winds are usually warm, north winds the opposite, some days there’s no wind at all,” She put her forehoof on her chin in contemplation, “But I think I see where you girls are coming from, but I can’t remember what the winds were doing when this smell started,” her eyes started to blank out in mid-thought. She shook her head, “But anyway, this time of year, the winds generally come from the south. Does that help?” She turned her body away, expectantly.
“I think so,” Scootaloo confirmed, “How far do you think this smell could come from?”
“Don’t know, could be miles if the source is strong enough, now do you kids mind?”
“Yeah, no problem, Rainbow Dash!” Scootaloo said enthusiastically, “Thanks a ton for the help!”
“See ya, girls, this filly has some hardcore napping to do,” Rainbow Dash flew off.
“Don’t work yourself too hard!” Sweetie Belle called after her in her most suggestive voice. She giggled at herself, and the others snickered as well.
After Dash was gone, the three fillies found themselves staring in the direction Rainbow pointed to as south. After a breeze blew some warm air right up their noses, Apple Bloom took a few steps forward.
"Let's go, girls," she spoke, "We should get a good start today if'n we're gonna scout out the area."
The others grunted in agreement, and they started off at a slow trot down the dirt road.
What the crusaders hoped to be a short walk to the solution to their problems was anything but. With the Everfree Forest to their left and rolling grassland to their right, backgrounded by a range of steep, blue hills, the trio pressed on into the afternoon.
"We should've got the wagon," Scootaloo lamented, Sweetie Belle agreed.
"We'll get it t'morrow," Apple Bloom assured.
After a few more minutes, Sweetie Belle couldn't hold it in, "It's getting late, we should turn back soon," looking at a hanging sun, Apple Bloom grumbled in agreement.
After another period, Apple Bloom decided they should turn back, but Scootaloo stopped them, "Hold on, girls, I wasn't sure before, but I think there's somepony ahead, just off the road."
The trio halted, unsure what to do. They alternated between glancing ahead and behind. Sweetie Belle took a step forward, "Well, why don't we just check them out? Maybe they need the help of the Cutie Mark Crusaders!" She encouraged, though she guessed that her friends, like she, might be too tired.
Scootaloo said nothing, since she feared her influence might lead them into another disaster, but Apple Bloom agreed with Sweetie, "Well, we might as well, it is a kind of long way from town, this pony could be in trouble."
They broke into a trot then, and soon, they had covered the distance between them and the mystery pony. He turned out to be a young colt, a few years older than the crusaders, an earth pony with a striking yellow coat and a long, wavy, cyan mane. He faced away from the road, but hearing the hoofsteps of the adolescent fillies, he turned, bearing his level-set, dark-red eyes. When he saw them, the eyes grew wide for a moment, examining each filly quickly before blinking and turning back.
"Can I help you?" His voice was lowered, but it sounded young and vulnerable to cracking.
"We were thinking you might need some help," Sweetie Belle offered.
The colt's head sank lower and he flattened his ears, "I ... I don't ... think so."
"What are you doing all this way from Ponyville?" Scootaloo asked, "And why don't you face us?"
"I - I..." The colt stuttered, "Fine," He got up with his tail noticeably pressed against himself, and he turned quickly, sitting back down with his forelegs placed squarely in front of his belly.
This curious behavior went unacknowledged by the fillies, "What's your name?" Apple Bloom asked.
"I'm Sun Drop," He watched Sweetie Belle walk around to his side and blushed while she checked out his blue sun cutie mark.
"What's your special talent?" She hid her own blush.
"Irrigation."
"Eerie what?" Scootaloo asked.
"It means I'm good with moving water."
"Sooo it's like you're a plumber?" Apple Bloom asked.
"No, well, not really," He looked bothered and changed the subject, "What are your names?"
"Well I'm Apple Bloom," She smiled.
"I'm Sweetie Belle."
"Scootaloo," the pegasus shrugged her wings, "So what are you doing out here?"
"I- nothing, " He answered quickly.
"Come on, you can be honest with us," Scootaloo smirked, "were you masturbating?"
"Aw, Scootaloo," Sweetie Belle smiled apologetically at their new friend.
Sun Drop stared at the ground and answered in a quiet voice, "I... yeah."
They all became quiet in understanding, then Apple Bloom asked with a candid expression, "Why'd ya'll have to come all the way this far from town just to masturbate?"
"I just wanted to get away, you know, have some true privacy... but what are you girls doing out here?" He asked, very eager to change the subject again.
"We wanted to scout out this direction for any signs of what might be causing all of the ponies in Ponyville to go into heat. It's our best lead for fixin' all this mayhem in town," Apple Bloom explained, "But it's gettin mighty late, so Ah imagine we're headin' back soon."
"Oh."
"You wanna head back with us?" Sweetie Belle offered, eyeing her hooves.
"Nope."
After an awkward silence, Scootaloo broke in, "Well, it is getting late, we should probably get going now. Right girls?"
"Yeah," Apple Bloom had to agree, as well as her aching stomach, "Anyway, it was nice to meet ya, Sun Drop, but we'll be on our way now," she looked back as she turned with Scootaloo and Sweetie, "Don't ya'll stay out too late, right?" She said with concern.
"Oh," He hesitated, "I won't be out at night," He reassured.
After the Cutie Mark Crusaders took their leave and walked for a few minutes, Sweetie Belle stopped in her tracks, staring at the ground in contemplation. Scootaloo stopped, followed by Apple Bloom, and they faced their friend.
"Uh...Sweetie Belle?" Apple Bloom called.
The white filly looked back at the colt whom stared back as they left. Her eyes locked with his, and Sweetie made her decision, "I'm going to stay with Sun."
"What?!"
"I'll meet you girls back at the club-house tomorrow," She stated, and before her friends could object, she had cantered off. They watched Sweetie's behind shrink in the distance, and finally, when they saw her sit and wave back at them, they turned to continue on home.
Scootaloo and Apple Bloom trotted down the dusty, lonely road, the sun hanging low toward the hills on their left.
"I hope Sweetie doesn't get back too late," Apple Bloom said.
"Well one thing's for sure right now," Scootaloo noted, "Our trio's down to two."
Sweetie Belle watched her friends become two pinpricks on the horizon. Without them beside her, she did not feel as confident as before, though it wasn't too hard, she considered, to separate herself from the group. Why had she even done that? Was she truly so attracted to this pony? Maybe the smell was affecting her too much. Maybe if I stay with him it will be dark before getting home. Maybe he is actually a bad pony and will want to-
"Um," Sun broke Sweetie's train of thought, and even moreso when she fell into his piercing gaze, "what about your friends?"
Sweetie Belle dazedly replied, "Friends? Oh! I'm meeting back with them tomorrow."
The yellow colt glanced at the ground, "So..." he stared back at her with an expressionless face, "what do you want?"
"Well, I, uh," Sweetie Belle flustered, "just wanted to stick with you... me... together... out here..." Sun Drop furrowed his brow and Sweetie kicked at the dusty ground.
"I don't know..." he glanced back up the road.
"Well, honestly, if you really want to know, my offer to help is still offered," she grinned cutely.
To this, Sun Drop's eyes widened and cheeks reddened, though he kept his forelegs firmly in front of himself, "I... " he looked her up and down, "But... you're just a little filly."
"So?" The unicorn slit her eyes in irritation.
"So?!" Sun yelled, "Do you even know what you're offering?"
"Yes!" Sweetie Belle yelled back, a look of desperation, "Aaand I think that I like you."
The teenage colt shuffled his forehooves on the road, "Really?" it seemed his whole face had turned red. Sweetie Belle offered a comforting hoof to the pony's side, at which he jumped a little.
"Look," Sweetie said, "I know we just met, and this is crazy," she leaned into him, her eyes locked with his and giving him her most suggestive look, "but I think I want it, too."
Her weight and warmth on him sent his emotions on fire; her expression, her cuteness, and her willingness. His breath had shortened and pulse quickened, and Sweetie noticed.
"S-sorry," She pulled back and looked away in worry, "that was a bit too much, huh...?"
"N-no, I, well," Sun swished his tail behind him, and absent-mindedly brought a hoof up to rub his head, "I mean, it's just you're still so young, I just," he quickly brought his hoof back to the ground, "I mean, I kinda like you too, but-"
"You do?" Sweetie's hopeful voice cracked. She brought herself mildly closer to him.
"Well, yeah, you have a very nice coat and mane," he continued.
"Well, I like your blue mane."
"And your eyes are like a well-watered lawn."
She giggled, "Yours are like, the red sunset."
"I... I can't help it," Sun Drop reached a forehoof behind the young filly's head, "I... just..."
Their lips touched, and they slowly pushed themselves close. Their sensitive lips brushed and mashed together. Their bodies were on fire, and the kiss became more passionate. Sweetie let her alternate hoof reach round Sun's neck, and pushed him closer into her. With a gasp, they released and nuzzled the side of each other's head, taking in the smell of their partner's mane.
"haaah...Woow," Sweetie's voice quivered.
"I feel, guhh, all tingly," Said Sun.
"We should go to the tall grass."
Sun, overwhelmed by these new emotions, and with her horn at just the right level for his mouth, reached up gave Sweetie’s horn a quick lick, "Waaaaah!" Sweetie wailed in surprise.
"Sorry, was that..."
She smiled, "No no no, it's just sensitive," in a few steps, the couple were deep in the tall grass, and Sun grabbed the filly into another suckling kiss while they laid on the prairie with their bodies.
The warm afternoon air blew over them in a gentle breeze. They kissed hotly and their hooves caressed each other's soft fur. Sweetie squeaked when his hoof glided across the filly's tender flank. She squealed when, in passion, Sun grabbed her around the waist and pulled his lover into him so that she was trapped in his embrace. Then the girl was very aware of the bulge pressing tightly against her underbelly, and she gasped when she felt it rub against her own nether parts.
She pushed back slightly, "Your penis..."
"S-sorry," He let off the pressure a bit.
She locked her droopy eyes onto his, "L-lick my horn again, p-please?"
He couldn’t help but smile a wide smile and she giggled. He brought his wet lips to her immature unicorn horn, and he felt her tremble in his arms when they engulfed it. She moaned as he did much more than lick, he sucked, tongue-flicked, kissed, and slathered. He worked her up quite a bit, in fact, and he had to stop to check her as she began panting.
"Oh, don't stop!" she urged, "Please don't, it feels too good!" she squealed. Her moans came forth in honest gusto when he resumed. In fact, she was compelled to continue the praise, "Ah- ah- mmmh- mmh yes! It feels too good!" her ecstatic voice exclaimed, "Don't stop, don't stop! It's... It's... I'm gonna...!" Sweetie Belle wailed as her first horngasm blew her mind. She felt a strange mixture of headache pressure and private place pleasure, and an intense stream of magic leaving the tip of her horn into her partner's mouth. She had jerked forward when it hit. Meanwhile, her hind-quarters had become a wet mess of filly juice.
On Sun's side, after he witnessed the young filly go into a manic state, Sweetie Belle screamed and rammed her horn into his mouth with little warning. In a weird and unexpected twist, he found that a unicorn horn can ejaculate, given that her horn issued forth a long stream of bitter, hot, thick, sparkling, fluid from the tip. While he only smelled his own cum before, it probably tasted worse than this unicorn stuff.
"Whoa," With a few smacks, Sun cleared his mouth, "What in the name of Celestia was that?"
Sweetie was gasping for air, post climax, "Wha? What happened?"
"Your horn shot out a bunch of cum!" He said, amused.
"Huh? Did I do magic?!" She squeaked.
"What? I don't know, but it did something."
"What was it?"
"It was like cum, but all sparkly and sweet," He tasted the leftovers in his mouth, "Not that I know what it tastes like."
"Well, it felt really good," She admitted, as if it wasn't obvious, "Oh no!" Sweetie hid her face in her hooves.
"Huh? What?"
"I'm supposed to be helping you, not the other way around," She lamented.
With a giggle, Sun felt his body surge with urgency when her confession reminded him of their impending act. With a great tug, he grabbed the filly in a snug embrace. Sweetie cried out in surprise, but smiled bashfully looking up at his wanting eyes. He pulled her in close and reached a forehoof to her flanks feeling her generously while pecking her with hungry kisses wherever his lips could reach. She squeaked in pleasure with his forehoof pressed against her thigh and butt, massaging out the long walk and simultaneously turning her on. They shared a hot rod between them, pressed up against their hot, squishy bellies, and in an involuntary twitch, Sun thrust his pelvis toward her, rubbing his rod into each other.
Sun cried out earnestly, saying between breaths, "Sweetie...Belle...I need you... now!" His heart pounded. His body burning, he flipped them both so he was on top, and she lay on her back.
Sweetie Belle's hair rose at his ferocity, and was exhilarated by his roughness. His need for her body made her feel so excited to please and be pleased, but a tiny voice in her mind doubted if she was ready. Of course, she recently knew what being filled up was like, but that was a completely different thing. The plant monster was just that, a monster, but this was a pony with his own feelings!
Said feelings were now pushing urgently against her little slot like a battering ram, and she squeaked again. She reached her two forehooves down to it to guide it lower to her wet and waiting vagina. Finally, with the next thrust, the intruder broke in, and the tip spread her apart much wider than the tips of the tentacles. She cried out and bit her lower lip, her body going limp except for her hips which were raised, her legs spread out as much as possible.
"Oh goddess, Celestia!" Sun shouted, "it feels so good!" he creeped himself farther into her, grunting, with her moans to guide him. When he reached in as far as he could, he let out a satisfied groan. Sweetie could feel herself being split open by the colt's cock. He bottomed out inside her and she could feel his lower belly pressing against hers. Then he bent down to bathe her in some zesty kisses and licks. They pulled themselves as close as possible for a few minutes after which Sun pushed himself up for a good thrusting position. He pulled back from her a little bit, to their wincing, then pounded back inside, to their contented sighs.
"S-Sweetie Belle," Sun panted, "it's too good, I'm gonna rut you silly!"
Sweetie’s mind went blank and shouted in ragged lust, "y-Yes! r-r-Rut me!"
The colt gave the filly a few testing thrusts, filling her insides with his colthood. Their young cries were lost to the expansive wilderness around them, each one timed to every other raging thrust of the sex-high, adolescent earth-pony. With eyes shut tight in steamy exertion, the ponies continued, he thrusting down, she thrusting up, both firing shock-waves of hyperconductive ecstasy through their systems. Their connection could melt anything, and it spilled their juices all over Sweetie Belle's lower body, producing more with each thrust.
The air around them was transformed into a potent mixture of sex and sweat. By now, Sun Drop's penis was so well oiled by Sweetie Belle's sweet honey, that all he could feel was her grip. Sun could not keep himself from pumping faster and faster. He began grunting through his teeth with increasing intensity. His partner reflected this rise, as she noticed his strength and depth increase.
"Gonna cum! Oh, gosh. Oh gosh, oh gosh!" Sun cried.
Sweetie Belle felt her lower half tense up at this. Her pussy clenched down firmly as Sun Drop continued pounding into her. She felt a sharp, hot tingle well up inside her belly, causing her cunny to clamp down and not let go.
"Sweetie... Belle...Aaaaaah!" Sun Drop yelled. He threw his body into her a few last times.
The white filly felt him stab into her to the hilt, stretching her vagina to its limits, and just as his penis tip flared up anchoring to her core, it exploded its hot substance all over her insides. The meaty thing throbbed repeatedly in sync with the jets of gooey hotness spilling deep, while Sun heaved on top of her, grinding his crotch into hers. Sweetie screamed a moan as she felt these 'ejaculations,' as she would later hear defined, fill her overflowing. The warm liquid escaped her vagina and ran down her backside, causing her to shiver. She held the colt firmly in all her hooves, pressing herself against him and milking every drop of seed he had to offer.
With a final few twitches, the couple collapsed on their sides in a huff. As Sun Drop’s member slid out of her, his white essence gushed out of the filly, to her astonishment, quite freely, causing her a quivering sigh. Their chests rose and fell for a while, and slowly Sweetie Belle’s world returned to her, the land, the sky, the pony in her embrace, even the nagging fact that she was many miles from home late in the day. Those thoughts were but phantoms compared to the presence of the colt she had just made love to, and with a lazy hoof, she held the back of his head and rubbed gently. Sun held hers, too, and she gasped as he gave her multiple pecks on the forehead just below her horn.
“Sun Drop, we... we just had sex!” The young filly felt like stating the obvious, if for nothing else, for the sole sake of it.
“Oh gosh!” Sun blushed, opening his eyes in shock, especially at thinking how he’d acted.
Sweetie brushed her hoof against his cheek and smiled, sensing his misgivings, “It felt really good!” she then felt magnetized to his lips, leaning in to seal them to her own.
Sun relaxed and abandoned himself to the kiss. He recalled something about kisses that touched tongues, so he parted his lips to feel hers with his tongue.
She pulled back in mild alarm, “Whoa, was that...?”
“Um, yeah,” Sun admitted, “I think it’s called a fancy kiss, or something.”
“With tongues?” Sweetie looked at him sidelong, “and spit?”
“Uh, well, we don’t have to kiss like that, if you don’t want to.”
Sweetie Belle twirled her tongue around in her mouth, feeling the sensitivity, “Well, let’s try it,” She committed, remembering something about tongue kissing as well. He leaned in.
They were not sure whether or not to touch lips again, so they hovered up to each other, mouths open. With a few seconds of nothing happening, Sweetie giggled, then a frustrated Sun Drop closed the gap to lock his lips with hers. He brushed his tongue-tip against her lips and she opened them to give him her own tongue. They flicked themselves, a little unsure. Sweetie withheld the urge to giggle at the tickling sensations by uttering a cute little whimper. Sun pressed his mouth harder against her in want of the pleasing oral sensations. To her gasp, he reached his probe farther into her mouth, letting the length glide against hers. They lost themselves in it. They twirled and pressed their slippery tongues together with passion.
Before too long, Sun pulled back a bit, pecking his little lover on the lips in between breaths. As they cooled down, he glanced at the sky, “Sweetie Belle...”
“Huh?” Sweetie cooed.
“I think...I think we should get back.”
The girl glanced at the sky, confirming her fears that the day was running short.
“Can we get back before night?”
“Probably.”
They lay in their hooves in spite of their words. They let themselves have a few moments for more cuddling, then, with a light hoof through Sweetie's mane, Sun Drop pushed himself to sit upright.
"We should go now."
Sweetie Belle got to her wobbly hooves and rubbed her hind legs together. She sensed the sex would make walking uncomfortable. She sighed, wistfully remembering the hot bodily actions she just shared with Sun, "Um, do you think we could do that again, sometimes?"
Sun Drop rose to all fours, and thought for a second, "Well, uh, I guess, but only in secret."
Sweetie smiled, "Oh, right. Well, I guess we should go then."
Sun smirked, “Fillies first.”
Sweetie chuckled and tested out her walking legs with a few kicks, then she continued when she saw Sun follow. With the heat of the sun gone below the mountains, the afternoon was starting to get a little chilly. Sweetie pressed her face into Sun’s luscious, blue hair and nuzzled his neck for warmth. Sun cuddled her back, giggling at her mane tickling his lower ear.
“So, uh, what in Equestria is irrigation anyway?”
“Ha haa, well, I’m good with pipes and moving water over long distances,” Sun Drop explained, “In dry places that can’t get a pegasus weather patrol, water needs to get there in other ways to support crops and ponies.”
“So there are places without pegasus’s for bringing in rain?”
“I guess so. Not very many places, though.”
“Oh,” Sweetie closed her eyes contented to feel the colt’s warm neck on her cheek.
“What talent do you have?”
Sweetie leaned away in embarrassment, “I-I don’t have my cutie mark yet,” she reminded him.
“But don’t you have any skills you can do easily?”
“I...” Sweetie thought, “I don’t know...”
“Don’t worry,” Sun nuzzled his lover, “you’ll get your cutie mark.”
Sweetie Belle was reminded of how young she was and nuzzled him back, “I know. Of course, everypony gets their cutie mark, but you know I thought it would come by now,” her words hung in the air like a sour apple.
Sun steered the conversation to himself, “Come on, it can’t be as bad as me. You have no idea how long it takes to get an irrigation cutie mark!” He jested.
Sweetie snickered, “Well, how did you get your cutie mark?”
“Mom was having a hard time keeping her tomatoes watered with how little it rained in summer, so I looked at the water-tank hoses in the yard and made pinprick holes in them so the tomatoes would be watered slowly and constantly. I realized how well I had done and my cutie mark appeared, along with lots of sliced tomatoes in our salads.”
“Wow! When was that?”
“About a year ago.”
“Really?” Sweetie Belle couldn’t believe it, he was at least a year or two older, “How old are you?”
“Um, thirteen.”
“Wow, I’m eleven, you got your cutie mark at twelve? I can’t wait a whole ‘nother year for a cutie mark!” Her voice cracked.
Putting aside the thought that he’d just came inside an eleven-year-old lest he go crazy, Sun Drop tried to reassure her, “Well, come on, it’s just a cutie mark, I bet some ponies even got theirs older than me.”
“Ugh,” She grunted, pettily stomping a hoof, “But that’s still a lack of a cutie mark!”
They walked in silence, Sun unsure what to say. He looked down at her face still scrunched up in a frown and he leaned down to kiss her on the cheek.
“Ah,” Sweetie blushed and grinned, looking back at him sheepishly.
With Sweetie Belle leaning heavily on her lover the rest of the way, the couple continued on, talking about other things until the sky was twilight above them. Rather, it was getting grey with clouds, especially near Ponyville. They noticed pegasi zipping by high above them so they knew it was about to rain.
The night had begun. With Ponyville lights on the horizon and the ominous Everfree on the right, Sweetie Belle felt like breaking into a trot, joined by Sun Drop. Sweetie felt the tell-tale drop of water prick her on the nose, and soon enough, she and Sun were caught up in a shower.
“Sweetie Belle,” Sun asked, “Can you find your house by yourself?”
“I think so, uuuh,” The girl thought, distracted by the rain, “Yeah, I think so.”
They continued on through Ponyville until Sweetie stopped, “I have to go this way.”
“‘Kay, well,” Sun Drop stopped to face her, “looks like this is goodbye, for now.”
“When can we meet again?” Sweetie asked hopefully.
Sun Drop brought his face inches from hers, “Don’t worry, I’ll find you,” He kissed her deeply and they kissed in the rain.
“G’night, Sweetie,” Sun turned away and rushed into the spring shower.
Sweetie Belle sat up in her soft bed and proceeded to squish her cheeks in with both her hooves. That colt yesterday was not a dream! She giggled, and with a yawn she hopped out of her covers to start a new day. She noticed with relief that the smell was non-existent and her head was clear. Maybe the Cutie Mark Crusaders didn't need to save the town after all!
“Sweetie Belle, are you awake? Don’t be late for school!” She heard her mother’s nasally voice from downstairs and made her way down to the kitchen. Her father sat reading the paper while her mother fixed her a meal. Everything seemed to be back to normal, although she caught a few words about the scent on the newspaper headline.
"Heyo Sweetie," her dad greeted with delight, "G'mornin'!"
"G'morning, dad!"
"Remind me again why you were late to dinner last night."
Sweetie Belle's heart skipped as her own father reminded her of yesterday, not knowing that that would spark memories of her time with Sun Drop. When she returned to her home the night before, her parents were very mad with her for missing dinner, and she was sent right to bed after she ate.
"Oh, I- I was... with the Crusaders on an adventure in the fields!" she cracked out a half-truth and nibbled on a piece of toast.
Sweetie's mom walked over and placed a bowl of cereal in front of the filly, "Well, the next time you and the girls need to save Equestria, don't forget to be home at a reasonable hour."
"Yes, mom," she grinned, nervously.
"Especially with this strange thing that's been happening this week. Maybe it's over now, but you know your father and I have been worried about you being alone, wandering the streets."
Sweetie nodded, and said, "I know, mom. I'm sorry. Next time I'll tell you what we're doing, 'kay?"
With all that out of the way, Sweetie rushed through her bowl of oats and soon she was off for school. Her mind dwelled on whispering to Apple Bloom and Scootaloo how yesterday went. She went off into the crisp, clear morning in bliss, quite thankful that everypony was really back to normal. They set up their carts, tended their gardens and farms, and rushed by on their ways to their various jobs. She passed them all on her way to the quiet corner of town where stood Ponyville Elementary. Her classmates gradually trickled into the schoolhouse before the bell rang at eight o’clock.
“Hey Sweetie Belle!” Apple Bloom trotted up to her followed by Scootaloo, both sporting a knowing grin, “So, how’d it go, yesterday?” Apple Bloom asked.
Caught up in her elated state, Sweetie could not keep herself from breaking into a goofy smile, “You. Have. No. Idea!” The crusaders giggled together.
“Yer gonna have to tell us all about it after school!” Bloom said as they turned to enter the schoolhouse.
Cheerilee sat at the front of the classroom in preparation for her lessons. Sweetie Belle, stealing a long glance at her teacher in between chats, couldn’t shake a feeling of doubt that radiated from her elder, despite her smiling face. It was as if behind her clean mane, her eyes had the slightest droop to them. Perhaps it was only weariness from the last few days, but every so often, as her happy eyes shifted between papers, Sweetie was unnerved by a twitch in the mare's eye.
Class started out with a lesson in grammar and punctuation. As the day grew long, however, the teacher’s speech degraded into long pauses between points, and the rare stutter. Everypony became uncomfortable. Concentration was failing the students. The cerise pony continued through her lesson plan as best she could, but soon enough, an involuntarily rub between her hind legs proved to be the last straw.
The class had collective déjà vuas they watched Cheerilee carefully walk to her desk, “Class,” she addressed, her voice weary, yet frustrated, “It seems… I am still not over my illness after all. I'm sorry, you’re all dismissed.”
The children packed up and departed. They conversed amongst themselves in a conspiratorial hush. One pony, a skinny pegasus colt, walked up to poor Cheerilee with a note in his mouth. He deposited the note on his teacher’s desk and turned away with a visible blush on his face. A light-green colt and rosey unicorn filly ran off together in wild abandon. Everypony went into their own cliques and groups, some in duos and trios, with their own purposes for the day. One trio emerged very clear in their purpose, as evident by the way they felt their heads swim through the thick, musky odor they had supposed had been cleared out.
“Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom said firmly, “Git the wagon.”
In due time, the three girls were cruising down the road leading south out of Ponyville, snouts swimming in the breeze of the pungent air and ejecting a plume of dust behind them. Apple Bloom sat with Sweetie Belle holding fast to her middle, while Scootaloo pulled. Soon enough, they passed by the point where they turned around the previous day.
“You just can’t imagine how a colt feels,” Apple Bloom jumped when her wagon-mate suddenly nuzzled up to her ear, the redhead girl fidgeting from the wandering hooves of her cotton-candy-mane friend.
The farmgirl turned her head in suspicion and found Sweetie’s soft expression gazing blankly at the passing trees, “Sweetie Belle, darlin’, you okay?”
The ivory filly wiggled her hips and bit her lips as she was pulled out of her daydream, glancing quickly at Apple Bloom, “Huh? Oh gosh,” Sweetie shut her eyes and tears gushed from the corners. She moaned long.
Apple Bloom shivered as she felt a drop spill around her tail. She decided that she would tend to her friend, “y-Ya can do whatever y-y’all want to me,” she said, humming. She felt Sweetie grind her wet lower lips around the root of her tail.
Sweetie Belle’s body was burning up against Apple Bloom’s back, and those thrusts against her tail aroused her. She pulled her tail away suddenly, causing Sweetie to yelp, and she turned face-to-face in order to put their sexes together. Their stubby hooves latched on to each other and their moans rode with the wind. They became so loud that their moans trailed through the air, all the way into Scootaloo’s ears.
“Oh COME ON!” Scootaloo shouted as she jerked her head around. She pulled the wagon over. In a few motions, she had her gear stripped off and had cantered to the rear of the wagon. She could feel her wings were a bit stiff from exertion, so she was actually thankful for the break.
With her unicorn friend sitting at the end of the wagon, it dawned on her that this would be the perfect opportunity for one of her ideas. She unlatched Sweetie from the lusty girls’ embrace and draped her head over the wagon, letting Apple Bloom keep their squirming hips entwined. Lining up the unicorn horn parallel with the ground, Scootaloo turned her taut, athletic haunches toward it and gingerly scooted backward.
She whimpered cutely, and Sweetie gasped, when Scoots's slender lips touched Sweetie's horn. Scootaloo wiggled her plot up and down against the tip, brushing her lips on it and shuddering. Then she felt Sweetie responding, and she pushed back even more! The spiraled magical focus spread her lips out deliciously, “Sweetie! Sweeetie Belle!” Scootaloo moaned hot and eager as she pushed the stubby horn further inside her hole, “Nnnnnngh!”
The wagon girls both reacted to Scootaloo, but mostly Sweetie. The pegasus leveraged her hind legs and she started moving. Her walls and entrance clenched around the hard horn. The fillies’ voices sang out a cacophony of steamy, squealing, girly moans as Scootaloo pushed them together in synchronization.
Sweetie Belle’s sweat-glistened body squirmed and wiggled while her she strained her neck into thrusting back, her pastel curls bouncing to and fro. Her muscles ached as she urged them harder, faster. She was about to explode! She coiled her body up and sprung it out in her urgent need for release. She felt her stomach and head tighten in an unbelievable pleasure!
Lost in her motions, Sweetie Belle flopped about the wagon, mashing her plump fillyparts against her friend's fillyparts, and pressing as hard as she could into Scootaloo’s splashing, gripping hole, “OH GODS! OH MY GODS!” Her young voice rang, and gripped the sides of the wagon. Her whole body arched as her climax slammed, “Nng! AAAAhhhhhhh!”
Apple Bloom’s nethers burned and slid against Sweetie's nethers. Her lips rubbed, mashed, and rolled with her friend’s, and the friction was beginning to send her over the edge,too! “Aaaaah! Ah cain’t hold it no more!” the girl curled her body up and slammed her plump sex again and again into Sweetie’s quivering, splashing mound. She panted and thrust, mane flying about her face as she rode her body to orgasm. Her sweet, Sweet Apple Acres voice rang out, “NNG! HAAAAaaaaah!”
Scootaloo groaned in heat as her body's fires had been stoked at the same pace. She was spurred on by the tingly feeling of magical unicorn horn ejaculate inside her. She felt the sun warming her back as the horn pierced deeply into that private place, splitting her folds delightfully, “NNNNg! Ah-- FUUUUCK!” she shouted and shouted, “HAAAAAAH! AAAAAAHHHHHnnnnh!” Scootaloo dug the horn as deep as it would go, plumping her ass flush against Sweetie Belle's head. Her fillyhood twitched against the whole length of horn again and again. She shuddered as she felt her filly juices gush out and trickle down her rear legs. Her spasms made her shudder further against that ridged horn tickling her walls. Finally, her wings fluttered, and then drooped as her climax drained away.
Dazed, Scootaloo guided her shaky body to the side of the road and flopped it down on the grass as she caught her breath. Apple Bloom had collapsed onto Sweetie Belle, their sweaty coats mingling with each other. For a time there was only the sounds of young breathing ponies and the rustle of wind through the foliage.
Scootaloo groaned at the thought of getting back on her scooter, but after a bit of rest, and fewer distractions, she finally heaved herself back up, dusting herself off. The sun beat down, high in the air, as the three crusaders barreled into the headwind, filly passengers contented to snuggle close.
It was hours before anything else happened, during which Apple Bloom sat up to comfort Sweetie Belle. The poor unicorn had curled up in the agony of her induced heat. The farmgirl could make out pathetic little strings of words in her delirium.
Apple Bloom stroked a hoof along Sweetie’s mane comfortingly, “Doncha worry none, Sweetie, we can fix this.”
Over time, the Everfree was reduced to a thin line of trees in the distance, and rolling grassland filled the landscape, dotted by the odd patch of oak trees. Scootaloo perked up as she graced over a hill, spotting a cottage far to the left of the road.
“Hey... HEY!” Scootaloo shouted, “I see something!” Indeed, as Apple Bloom squinted her eyes she saw the building.
“Looks like some kinda plantation!” Apple Bloom estimated, by the looks of the brightly colored fields. Scootaloo zoomed ahead, wings burning from extended use. She turned on to a side road leading towards the farmhouse. She moaned as she took a whiff of the air, “Oooooh, it’s so strong here!” her eyes glazed over, though fought through it and stayed her course.
Apple Bloom studied the stock growing in the fields. All the plants were of a deep red in hue, deeper than roses even, and they reeked of the strong scent that was causing ponies all over Ponyville to lift their tails. The young girl caught herself, almost collapsing forward onto her face as her rear legs reacted of their own accord, her tail whisking to the side.
“Ugh, girls. I think this is the place,” She grunted.
They arrived at the farmhouse, a sweet little thatch-roofed house with a tool-shed on the side and food garden on the other. On approach, they saw an old pony in a straw hat tending the garden who heard their wagon and stopped to look up from his work. The aged stallion dropped his hoe and trotted up to meet the young trio.
“Well weeeeell! Lookee what we have here!” He croaked, utterly dumbfounded by the unexpected guests, “Buncha trouble-makin’ fillies wayo out in the prairie far from town!”
“Please sir,” Scootaloo started, “It’s urgent!”
“Dern straight it’s urgent,” the grey-maned male interrupted, “not been years since we had guests, and longer still since it were pretty little fillies like yerselves,” he cleared his throat and called into the house, “Sugar, come ’n’ meet our guests!”
A round, faded-pink mare, as old as the stallion, trotted down the steps of the house, smiling warmly as she saw the three fillies, whom had since got out of their wagon and stood apart from it.
“Ooh!” Sugar swooned, “Such a cute bunch of bloomin’ flowers! Y’all are so precious!”
The stallion swung his hoof around the mare grinning at the party, “This‘ere is my wife Sugar Cane, and I’m Hoe Down. Why don’t all y’all come inside out of the sun and have some water?”
A clearly exhausted Scootaloo was the first to follow, “Oh, you have no idea how good that sounds right now,” Apple Bloom tended to a tense Sweetie Belle as they followed the others into the homely farmhouse.
The old, quaint house reminded Apple Bloom of her own home, though only one story compared to the two of hers. There was a little sitting area, a corner for the kitchen, a table for eating, and a hall which led off to the rooms. Framed old photographs were placed or hung about the sitting room like patchwork, showing single ponies and families in portraits. Trinkets and mementos lined shelves, and there even hung a cuckoo clock, which chimed the hour as the five ponies entered.
With an exchange of names, the group sat down for conversation. The couple were earth pony farmers, long of life, and happily retired with a brand new plantation of flowers. As the crusaders sipped from glasses of water, the elders reminisced about their lives, offspring, and retirement, often correcting one another. They had seemed to lose themselves to it after a while.
Scootaloo was growing impatient, often not caring for the tired old stories of old ponies, “Excuse me, sorry, but we really have to discuss more, uh... important things,” she said, trying to come up with the appropriate words.
Hoe Down flashed an annoyed look her way, “Well, I … what seems to be the problem little filly?”
Apple Bloom looked at both elders and cleared her throat some, “Ya see,” she touched her chin as she pieced it together, “Ponyville’s been in a kind of rut lately--”
“Rut!” Sweetie Belle blurted out to everypony’s surprise. There was a pause, and Apple Bloom filled her lungs with air, continuing.
“Ya see, we’ve been having these problems and it’s makin’ everypony messed up so much that nothin’ gets done and it’s all because of this smell in the air which we tracked to here and we have to do something fast before -- before...!”
“Where did you get those flowers?” Scootaloo interrupted, on point.
Sugar’s face lit up, “Oh those lovely red flowers? Aren’t they gorgeous? I was wanderin’ near Everfree one day a few seasons ago,” the yellow-maned pony sighed in her memories.
Hoe Down picked it up, “Anyway, she come back with this beautiful bouquet of them flowers and we just had to cutlt’vate ‘em. We even planted them on the whole farm! After breeding enough seeds o’ course.”
“The Everfree!?” Apple Bloom shouted in alarm, “But why? Why did you plant a huge field of them?”
“Oh because of their scent, dear, it’s just so magical how they remind us of older, simpler times,” explained Sugar.
Hoe Down nodded in agreement, chuckling and nuzzling his wife, “Much more romantic times, dear. And yes, we cain’t git enough of that smell!” His smile broadened, “‘n fact, that there yield is just our first crop we plan on sellin’!”
“Sellin’?!” Apple Bloom repeated.
“Yes, that's right!” affirmed Sugar, “and how can a couple old farmin’ ponies not see the rich bounty in sellin’ such a unique crop to the highest bidders! We don't wanna stay cooped up, old and decrepit, when we could retire to a mansion or a penthouse somewheres sippin’ a nice lemonade, havin' our needs be tended to.”
The crusaders couldn't believe what they were hearing.
“No ma’am, we're gonna sell ‘em. Perhaps somepony would like to make a potpourri or potion and sell it to old folk like us. Give ‘em a little boost o’ romance,” Hoe Down nodded, then said seriously, “And I don't think any of which concerns sweet li’l belles like yerselves. This is grown-up pony business, and y’all have a few more years yet before ya need to know about it.”
The girls wiggled in their seats with guilt. A tired peep of rebellion sounded from Sweetie Belle as the young filly squirmed non-stop, tormented by the scent.
Hoe Down looked hard at the little unicorn, shifting in his place on his seat, “Young-un, you’ve plumb said nothin’ this entar conversation, somethin’ wrong with ya?”
Sweetie looked up from her slouch to meet his gaze. She forced her lips into a smile, “n-No.. sir...”
Apple Bloom would have been kidding herself if Sweetie didn’t just remind her of Fluttershy if the mare was the same age. She butted in, “Oh Sweetie Belle. She’s just a tad under the weather, so to speak, sir,” she would have admitted so about herself, though it wasn't quite as bad as poor Sweetie Belle.
Hoe Down peered sympathetically at the filly, “Aww, well, ‘tain’t no good to have a vuln’rable young filly wanderin’ so far from home. And that go for all ya fillies.”
“Dear,” Sugar placed a hoof on her husband’s, “They can stay in the spare room for the night, the poor thang looks like shec’d melt away. Why don’t ya three stay for dinner and leave in the morning, it’d do li’l Belle some good.”
Scootaloo's heart skipped a beat, suspecting the other crusaders might actually be tempted by this, “No! I mean, thank you very much for the offer, but we should really get back to our own places by today!” the orange filly said quickly and remembered how tortured Sweetie Belle had become, “Also, we’re reeeeeally going to need you to destroy all those flowers, cuz, well, everyone in town is screwing each other and--”
“Destroy all-?” Hoe Down shouted, rearing up in recoil at the sudden words, “Y’all come out of nowhere and make such demands? A few strangers who cain't know what they're talkin' about!”
Sweetie Belle gasped at both Scootaloo and the angry stallion. Scootaloo doubled down!
"Yes! Why the fuck do you think Sweetie Belle's doing so bad in the first place?! You have to destroy those flowers!"
"Excuse me, filly?!"
Apple Bloom, in despair, shouted down her friend, “Scootaloo hold up! I’m sorry, sir, please just hear us out? Please? It’s important!” the pink-ribbon girl gazed up at Hoe over the bridge of her nose and puppy-dog-eyed the proud stallion into submission. Hoe Down angrily sat back down.
“Fine.”
“Sir, ma’am, please understand, if this scent keeps blowin’ over Ponyville, ponies will have to leave it and go somewhere else!”
“Really?” Sugar retorted defensively, “And just because there’s a spike in the season? I for one cain’t believe a little field of flowers could cause such a ruckus. If’n I didn’t know any better, you’re just a bunch o’ delinquent little fillies with strange imaginations. If'n I knew your parents, I'd be havin' a word with 'em.”
“Yeh,” Hoe Down nodded, swishing his tail in agitation, “Y’all simply cain’t decide fer us what we do with our land, and I sure’n hell ain’t takin’ no such demands from no foul-mouthed, disrespectin' filly. So, unless you kids come back here with somepony of authority, we ain’t doin’ nothin’ to our land and nothin’ to our fav’rit new crop.”
With those final few words, Apple Bloom lost all hope of persuasion with the folk. She cast her head down in dismay and inwardly cursed Scootaloo’s big mouth. She dropped off her seat to her hooves and walked herself to the door, “C’mon girls, we best start headin’ back.”
Scootaloo glanced back at the two upset elders, annoyed, then joined her friends to the door. She felt angry with herself, the two stubborn oldies, and how it felt like they’d gotten nothing done.
“Y’all best hurry before supper time,” Sugar Cane called after them with a softened tone, “Don’t be out at night.”
Three fillies pushed out into the warm afternoon air, depressed in their failure. Sweetie Belle choked out pitiful sobs. Scootaloo lifted her rump high in the air, stretching her hams and wings in preparation for the ride. She was eager to let the road steal away her worries.
Apple Bloom cast down her gaze, and she thought.
Apple Bloom thought the whole way back. In conclusion, she decided, the whole thing went sour when Scootaloo decided to let her mouth speak before her brain! The farm-pony mulled her bitterness around in her head, staring the pegasus in the back despite the strong winds against her eyes.
With the shadows stretching far and a unicorn clinging to Apple Bloom’s back, the three crusaders cruised into Ponyville and winced at what they saw. The streets were barren. The wagon stuck out like a sore thumb. It reminded Apple Bloom of the times when Zecora was still unwelcome. They cruised down the way, passing empty restaurants, empty stalls. No living creature was in sight.
Sweetie Belle wept into her friend’s back at the dead town, realizing where Scootaloo's direction was taking them. When they arrived, Sweetie squeezed Apple Bloom as if to anchoe herself down.
“I...I... I don’t want to go home, I wanna s-stay here with y-you guys,” the girl sobbed into yellow fur. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo exchanged tired glances and smiled.
“C’mon Sweetie Belle, it’s going to be okay,” Scootaloo encouraged, “We’ll just go back tomorrow with an adult or two and finally end this!”
“Don’t worry, Sweetie,” Apple Bloom soothed, “Don’t you wanna be with your parents at home?”
Sweetie caressed Bloom’s side and chest, sniffling, “I-I guess so,” she mumbled releasing her grip on her friend, she was pretty hungry after all, “I just... don’t want to leave you...” she trailed her voice off into sad little sniffles.
“Sweetie Belle,” Apple Bloom spoke firmly with a smirk, pulling Sweetie’s head to face her, “I promise tomorrow, we will meet back at the clubhouse at sun-up, no exemptions.”
Sweetie Belle gazed back into those big orange eyes, smiling at word choice. She cracked a chuckle and hugged Bloom tightly before letting go, eyes damp, “Okay, Apple Bloom. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she slid off the wagon onto her hooves and walked to Scootaloo, “You're right, Scoots, we’ll do it tomorrow! Together!”
“That’s right,” Scoots smiled, patting the unicorn’s back, “‘Cuz we’re the crusaders! And even if we aren’t trying to get our cutie marks, we can still do something to save Ponyville!”
Sweetie grinned at her comrade in renewed enthusiasm, then she nuzzled into her lovingly. Scootaloo nuzzled back and embraced. Then, Sweetie waved them both goodbye before turning toward her house, looking forward to a rest from all of this turmoil.
Scoots and Bloom hopped back in the wagon and sped off in the direction of Sweet Apple Acres. Like earlier in the week, every so often they passed a house that sounded exceptionally loud with heated cries of sex. It struck Apple Bloom in the gut how quickly her world had transformed, especially her understanding of sexuality. She guessed this was not the most normal way for a young filly or colt to find out about the workings of such things, perhaps even the least normal. Nevertheless, because of a couple of foolish old ponies, hers and several other kids’ introduction to it was quite sudden. As she pondered the implications, she noticed her hoof feeling wet. She blushed at herself as she realized she was hoofing absent-mindedly, her hoof edge rolling and dipping against her young folds, teasing her outer lips. Just in curiosity, she tasted herself. Her sweet honey licked away onto her tongue, and she smacked her lips together with the fluid’s smooth texture. It was a mostly neutral flavor, with a tiny hint of salty, crisp apple. She grinned as she gave herself a little inward cheer.
Apple Bloom saw that they had arrived, and as Scootaloo stopped, she planted her hooves on solid ground. The rose-maned schoolfilly gave her friend a goodbye hug, and turned for the farmhouse.
Scootaloo watched her go for a few seconds, then shouted, “Apple Bloom, wait!” Bloom turned her head to see Scoots hanging her head in guilt, “Sorry... about how I made the old ponies mad. That was totally uncool of me.”
Apple Bloom trotted up to her and gave her another, tighter hug, “It’s okay, Scootaloo, we’re all really uptight lately and it just came out, right?” turned and faced her friend directly, “We need our strength for tomorrow, so ya gotta get back home to rest. T’morrow the Cutie Mark Crusaders will sort out this crisis,” her ribbon bobbed as she nodded her head in conviction, “Ain’t no silly old folk gonna ruin it for all o’ Ponyville!”
Scootaloo smirked back, soaking up her friend’s confidence, “You’re right, Apple Bloom, we’ll do something about those flowers, but right now, I’m pretty hungry and tired so I’m gonna hit the hay, mkay?”
Apple Bloom smiled, then noticed something tucked into the crook of Scootaloo’s ear. She looked closer to find that Scoots had plucked one of the flowers from Hoe Down’s field, “Is that what I think it is?”
Scootaloo blushed and nodded, “I grabbed it on the way. I thought we could get some help tomorrow if we showed it to somepony.”
“Hey that’s a great idea! Good thinkin’, Scoots! This is just the kind of evidence we can use to convince an adult to come with us. Think we should find the mayor?”
“Nah, not right now, I’m way too pooped to go anywhere.”
“Ah o' course. I was meanin’ tomorrow, anyway. See ya tomorrow morning at the clubhouse?”
“Yeah, I’ll be there! See you then, A.B.!”
The two fillies embraced again in farewell. Scootaloo hopped on her scooter and zoomed off, wings quite sore in all of their use. Questions about everything distracted her: Were they really prepared for this mission? Were her wings up to the job of flying that cargo so many miles again? How are ponies in town even operating without needing to get fucked every few hours?
I wonder if Twilight Sparkle still has that plant of hers? Scootaloo shook her head with a blush, realizing how much she wanted that plant monster inside her again, if only for it being not so big and monstrous as before. The way those vines and knots rubbed around against her inner walls was amazing, and it even made her wet just to think about it. She squeezed her thighs together and narrowed her eyes, bothered by the thought that she might never get to feel that again. Maybe it was just the flower on her ear talking to her. She really wasn’t too excited about having a real stallion, though. She had seen some of them during the week, and she couldn’t imagine how something so huge could possibly feel very good. The filly shuddered as she briefly thought she might just fuck young colts instead. That was probably not the best option. It didn’t matter, though, she knew she had much more growing to do. She would just keep scooting along until that problem came up again.
Speaking of problems, some idiot had just jumped right out into the road from out of some bushes! There was no time to react, only time enough to watch in panic as she careened into the poor pony!
There was a crash and tumble of bodies. Scootaloo and her victim fell to the ground with dust flying up and shouts of alarm. With a groan, Scoots pulled herself together and noticed she hadn’t ended up in the dirt, but sprawled chest to chest on somepony’s body. She lifted her head to looked up into the blue eyes of a brown furred, curly-maned Earth Pony, who looked back in embarrassment.
In a second, his expression turned sour, “Filly,” his voice matched his skinny build, “you should really look more careful where you’re riding.”
Scootaloo sprang to her feet off of the blue jacketed young stallion, “ME?! YOU’RE the one who jumped right into my way!”
He pushed himself upright and straightened his attire, “Oh, yeah right! I know, you were trying to run into me, weren’t you?”
“What?!” Scoots shrieked, “I was not trying to hit you, I barely even had time to see you!” she stomped at the ground, glaring at what looked like a mail-pony, “What is your problem?”
“What’s my problem? What’s this town’s problem?” He motioned in the general direction of Ponyville, “There’s practically nopony around and there’s this gross stench in the air making me dizzy.”
Scootaloo’s face softened as she thought she ought to trying being more patient. After all, this colt was not from around, “Well, the smell came from some flowers a bit south,” she tried to explain, but she was distracted. The stallion was looking over her body. Scootaloo faultered, but continued, “...and me and my friends went there to figure it out. But those ponies there were so stupid... What are you doing?” she twisted around, away from the nose that had leaned in and poked her blank flank as she was speaking.
He looked back at her dumb-faced. He shook his head violently. Then a strange sequence of expressions flashed across his face, “I- I,” he quietly stammered, whimpering softly while he stepped toward her, “... can’t...I don't...”
Scoots stepped back cautiously, head cocked at the strange behavior, “What’s wrong? Is it the smell?” She admitted she felt moist in the back, especially lugging around this one flower for so long, heavy as it was with its scent. It occurred to her thaf she didn’t know what the smell actually did to colts. She glanced at his undercarriage and she could just make out his package snaking its way down out of its sheath. Her heart did a backflip, “Stop! Stop! Don’t come any closer! I’m warning you!” But looking at the glazed look in his eyes, Scootaloo may as well had been shouting at a brick wall! Something’s wrong with him! Scootaloo backed away. Run! I should run! I gotta get away!
Her panicked wail rang out as she turned to flee. She felt hot tears spring from her eyes. In the light of dusk, the little pegasus screamed as she understood what she was running from. Hearing the gallop of a crazed stallion behind her, she pressed on harder, using her little wings for additional thrust. Her breaths of terror and exhaustion came ragged as she sprinted on pure adrenaline. She chanced a look over her shoulder and screamed again as she saw him closing in on her.
He pounced!
The ground raced up to force the air out of the Scootaloo's lungs. She couldn’t scream as the mad pony forced her up onto her rear hooves. She couldn’t do anything to keep her body from reacting as he hovered above her plot, his male undercarriage tickling her lower back, causing her back legs to spring up and tail to shift aside.
She tried again and again to suck in air, making horrible heaving gasps. She jerked from the sensation of a foreign object brushing up against her plot. She mouthed in futility, “No!” The stallion pressed his warm, blunt tip against her entrance, the young folds straining. Scootaloo grit her teeth as tears flowed freely down her face, Please no! No! Celestia, Luna, please not this! No! No! No! It’s wrong! It’s wrong! Pleeeeeeease!
Splitting! Scootaloo forced in a full breath. She let it out as a scream! Her insides tore with the friction and girth of the nearly-dry penis forcing inside, with forehooves to hold her in place and a snout in her hair blowing hot breath into her mane. It was all she could do to grunt and choke in pain. The colt plunged deep until he hit her cervix, then brought himself back. He didn’t stop this motion. He couldn’t stop. He wouldn’t stop! He continued to get faster and more furious as the filly’s hole tried to lubricate him.
Scootaloo’s mind was blank. In front of her, the crimson flower lay inches from her snout. It was the only thing in her world, along with the intruder inside her, pummeling her womb, breaking her body. In time, though, the more she breathed the more the pain dulled.
By the time the stallion was moving like a piston, Scootaloo’s vagina was burning and numb. It took all of her strength just to maintain the involuntary reaction in her hind legs. The stallion poured his own strength into his thrusting, emitting ragged breaths of animal pleasure. His mature size barely made half-staff into the little filly. He sped up to an urgent pace, grunting, whining, and panting as he slammed the little gushing hole, its juices attempting to ease the process. He thrusted three final times, ragged moans with each, and his tip flared wide as it shot heavy, lengthy spurts of semen into the filly.
Scootaloo screamed for the world as the flaring tip and gushing fluid split her insides even wider!
She wept from every orifice. She bit her tongue. From underneath all the adrenaline, the force, the suddenness, the fear, something deep inside the terrorized young filly’s mind had just snapped. She wailed as she felt the phallus throb and twitch inside her body. Scootaloo shuddered as she felt weak and her vision blurry.
It was then that Scootaloo heard a scream of terror come from above, quite without cause! Then a second fearful scream came. It was a pair of sounds like somepony had awoken from a nightmare, only to find that the nightmare was real! She soon felt a stream of warm droplets across her mane and back.
Then, the invader violently tugged backward! She grunted and groaned in pain as the thing tried to come free from her as soon as possible, then she screamed as the flared tip forced along her vaginal walls and popped out.
Scootaloo slumped over and curled up. As she lay there, her vision fading, she was aware of the sound of hoof-beats fading into the distance. Soon, her shallow breaths lengthened, and her eyelids drooped down, low.
The flower!
Scootaloo, oh Sweet Celestia, Scootaloo, wake up! Scootaloo!
Scootaloo knew that voice. She was instantly comforted.
“Rainb … Dash?” Someone said.
“s-Scootaloo! Oh g-g-goddess!” the filly felt her mane being caressed, comforting her even more. Warmth returned to her body, and she found that she was resting in her idol’s embrace, the sky-blue pegasus, Rainbow Dash, carrying on in a voice shrill with dread. Scoots rolled her face into the fur to choke out her misery, fresh tears squeezing forth from the girl’s burning eyes. Her body trembled. Her mind vibrated with...something. Was it fear? Disgust? Relief? Pain? There was more than just relief...she felt… She couldn’t describe it. It couldn't be like the feeling of falling, something like riding a rollercoaster. Did she feel satisfied? She shouldn't feel that! It was the damn flower! She didn't want to think anymore, and holding onto Rainbow Dash felt so right.
Rainbow sobbed. She let this happen on her watch! Why couldn’t she save her? Her little Scootaloo! Her tears dropped onto the young filly’s mane. They were both paralyzed in grief, Rainbow rocking her package back and forth. At least I could have gotten the bastard!
“Gods fucking dammit!” She swore, tightly holding Scootaloo’s mane, “I’m so sorry, Scoots.”
They sat hugging for an eternity. When she was ready, Rainbow Dash cradled Scootaloo under her body and took off toward her cloud home.
Wind washed magically over the little filly, washing cool air through her mane and coat. Scoots allowed herself a heavy sigh in relief, happy to be held in her favorite pony’s hooves.
“Rainbow Dash...”
“Don’t worry, kid, I’ll have you at my house and freshened up in no time.”
Quicker than time itself, Dash arrived at her beautiful cloud house and ran the shower, sky darkening as time went on. She sat the pegasus filly on her cloud sofa and patted her head and back comfortingly, “Scootaloo... I know you don’t want to talk about it, but can you tell me about your, uh, attacker?”
Scootaloo sniffed and twitched at the word, “um...” Rainbow almost let the waterworks on again at the sound of the strained little voice, “brown...earth p-....pony... c-curly mane...”
“That’s good, Scootaloo, just rest up and help yourself to the shower. Take as long as you need, mkay? I’m gonna surface and go to the police. They might want to come to ask you questions, okay?”
“kay,” Scootaloo bobbed her head.
Rainbow Dash turned and headed for the door, “You’re safe here, Scoots, you’re safe,” the mare opened the door to her landing pad, “I’ll be right back,” She said before flapping off into the night.
Scootaloo found her way to the shower and stepped inside to have the best shower she ever had. Sweat, stink, and fear drained away as she focused her thoughts on her savior. Why couldn’t more ponies be like Rainbow Dash? Heated rainwater flowed over the filly’s mane and back while she sat there. She didn’t feel like crying anymore, so she just hung her head in silence.
Sleep crept up on her. She jerked her head back to wakefulness and turned off the water. She didn’t want to eat, only to fall over and sleep. The filly dried herself and found her way to a bedroom, perhaps Dash’s, and fell into it, digging her body under the covers. The only thing to keep her company as she drifted off was a dull sting.
Scootaloo’s stomach growled at her as she drifted out of slumber. Sunlight streamed into the room. Somewhat restored from last night, what she thought she needed right this minute was a tall bucket of oats, or something to that effect. She pulled the covers from over her head and hopped to the floor, mind fixated on sating her hunger. She dragged her hooves out of the room into the hall.
Her mind fresher since last night, she immediately noticed how much clearer the air was in Rainbow Dash’s home. She went back to the thought of food. She found the kitchen and started rummaging through the drawers and cabinets, pulling out two carrots, a sweet-roll, and a cupcake, followed by some apple juice. As she ate she came to the realization that the most important piece of the picture was missing. Rainbow Dash herself!
“Daaaaash?”
Silence.
Scootaloo put down her sweet-roll and left the kitchen, checking the next room, the bathroom, the landing pad, the balcony... Nowhere could she find the mare, which deeply disturbed her.
“r-Rainbowdash!?” she hollered, nervously.
Nothing.
Her breath quickened. Dash wasn’t home! Where could she be? Scootaloo went back to checking the house, going so far as to check even the closets and under tables and chairs. Where was she?! Scootaloo’s gut and head tightened in panic. She’s not here, she’s not here! How can I get back down? I can’t fly yet! Finally, Scootaloo gave up, and she began to cry.
“RAINBOW DASH!?”
The misfortunate girl hung her head. Something had happened to Rainbow Dash. She said she’d be right back, but that was last night! Scootaloo slumped back into her seat for breakfast and cried while she ate. She was feeling much better now that she had some food and water, even though her soreness lingered. Her mind wandered back. She couldn’t help it! She couldn’t block it out.
...Breath...pain...stabbing...
The little pegasus clenched her body as the rough treatment sprung into her mind out of her memories. She doubled over as the memory of the sensations surfaced.
...Hooves...dirt...stabbing...
She fell out of her seat, flopping bodily to the floor. Her heart was racing! Her belly ached and tears fell. She grunted and choked. She retched, and bile forced up her throat.
She coughed and hacked. Scootaloo’s breakfast, bile, and spit, ended up on the floor to sink through the cloud formation. She tasted acid and oaty carrots. The horrid flavor burned into her gums and tongue. The silence was cut by her piercing, miserable wail.
She lay down on the floor to rest, breathing heavily from the exertion of her heavings. She rested there for quite some time, gaining her strength back, as well as her hunger.
“Rainbow Dash,” she whispered in defeat.
Then, a sequence of puffs punctuated the silence. She heard a muffled pound, like a hoof punching a pillow. She perked up her ears and raised her head, hopeful, but at the same time worried that it might be an intruder. She hid under the table, but then she heard a familiar voice call out her name.
“Scootaloo?” Rainbow Dash called out in an uncharacteristic croak.
“Rainbow Dash!” Scootaloo yelled in elation and she dashed toward the voice she heard coming from the bedroom. She found Rainbow lying on her front on her bed, frazzled and bruised, as if beaten. The mare’s coat was dirtied and matted, and her eyes were baggy with lack of sleep, “Dash, are you okay? What happened?!” Scoots ran up to her, immediately sensing a heavy, sour scent emenating from her.
“Scootaloo,” Rainbow spoke weakly in apology, “I’m sorry I left you alone last night, that was super uncool of me.”
Scoots joined her on the bed and scrunched up her nose at the mare’s awful stench, “But what happened to you last night? You smell super gross!” she begged for answers, water beginning to build in the corners of her eyes, “You didn’t come back, what happened?”
Rainbow paused. Her face twisted into a dark grimace as she recalled, “I- I can’t tell you... It’s just too horrible,” her voice wavered, glancing into Scootaloo’s eyes in evident pain, then quickly dropping her gaze.
Scootaloo looked away, trying to imagine something so bad that could rattle somepony like brave Rainbow Dash. Maybe it was something like what had happened to herself? Maybe it was something even worse, like two times in a row? Imagining only made more water build up in her eyes. She shook the thoughts out of her head and she leaned against her ‘big sister’ mare, nuzzling her head into her shoulder.
“Scootaloo, you're a tough girl, right?”
Scootaloo nodded, “Yeah, I'm tough. I'm tougher than most,” though a little doubtful of her certainty, she was again aware of something that had changed about her since last night, but she was afraid of exploring it.
“Sometimes the world needs tough ponies like us, Scoots.”
They sat for a few minutes in silence.
Dash’s stomach growled.
Scoots chuckled, embarrassed, “Ha, um, I kinda raided your fridge.”
“Awww, kiddo, that’s okay. You must’ve needed it,” Rainbow Dash wrapped her arm around the filly’s neck to give her a noogie, then scooted herself off the bed to trot lopsidedly to her kitchen, “Have as much as you want!”
* * *
Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle sat at the thinking station in their clubhouse, fussing over their missing third crusader. They didn’t have much to do since Scootaloo was their main mode of transportation, so they sat and brainstormed what they would do once they confronted the farmers again. As they pondered, they would frequently jerk their hooves away from their nethers, accompanied by a frustrated groan. Apple Bloom had likened it to the feeling of having a mosquito bite.
“I can’t believe how late Scootaloo is,” Apple Bloom said, voicing her thoughts, “I mean what’s a filly to do besides play with her friends on a day off?” she kicked a stool in her frustration, “And we need her help with that flower she nabbed.”
Sweetie Belle hung her head, a dark thought having matured inside, “M..maybe... she... Maybe something happened to her?” she said, scrunching her face in worry.
Apple Bloom huffed, “Don’t say stuff like that, y’hear?”
A new intensity filled the treehouse as they waited. And paced. And waited some more.
In time, the distinct sound of buzzing wings could be heard growing louder toward the treefort. They raced outside and greeted Scootaloo urgently.
“Scootaloo! Where’ve ya been?” Apple Bloom said, but she stopped as she noticed a hard expression on Scootaloo’s face, “You okay? What happened?”
Scootaloo stared at the ground as she dismounted and dropped her helmet to the side, “I... Last night, I...” Scoots hesitated as she thought about the words, faltering as she tried to bury her feelings so she wouldn’t cry, “Somepony... did something...” She paused with meaning. Apple Bloom and Sweetie didn’t need her to say another word. They surrounded their friend, offering hugs and comforting hooves.
“Scootaloo,” Sweetie Belle spoke gently, “We’re here… we’re here for you…”
"I know..." Scootaloo croaked weakly as she held on to her friends. New tears streamed down her cheeks as she broke down. She grabbed Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle and squeezed.
"Ugh! I...I c-c-can't ...sniff...take this anymore!" She yelled, frustrated that even now she could feel her nether regions hot and gushing. She groaned at the confusing signals her body was sending. This wasn’t the time to be feeling this, yet this involuntary reaction of her filly parts to the air, versus the emotional pain of her recent experience was too much to deal with. She buckled down, the reality of the situation having hit her again after being reunited with her fellow crusaders, "I...I'm..."
"You're gonna be okay, Scoots!" Apple Bloom encouraged, "And we're gonna help ya!"
"Yeah! And we're going to get rid of this smell for good!" Sweetie said.
"I..." Scootaloo wobbled to her hooves, "I just...You're right you two. It was just so bad! It was like he turned into a monster. There just could have been...sniff... it could have been different!" She yelled, trying in vain to hold back her tears by massaging her temple with a forehoof.
"Oh yeah! I got it! Don't think of it as a real pony, sugarcube," Apple Bloom realized, "Just imagine it was just like that plant monster at Twilight's."
"y-y-y-You don't understand, Apple Bloom, this pony...this pony was...huge! And… and…” She sputtered, “I ...I…” what? Think WHAT?!I want it again? That’s crazy! I’m going crazy!Not even the sex part, just being chased and -forced-. The thought of that word brought her mind back to the lingering soreness and that horrible stretching.
"FUCK!" she yelled, causing the others to rear back, "We have to stop this craziness! This stupidness! I HATE those flowers! I don't care if we burn them or stomp them! We gotta do something!"
"Yer right, hun" Apple Bloom nodded decisively, "Tah hell with gitt'n permission! I gots some matches we can git back at the house. One way or another, those flowers're dead. Tah hell with the flowers and tah hell with rape!"
"Yeah, to hell!" Sweetie blushed, "That's a bad place, right?"
"It's a very bad place."
Everypony froze. They quickly turned their attention towards the source of the voice. A figure, half the height of an adult, revealed itself from the shadow of the treehouse out from the shrubbery. Sweetie gasped. Then she smiled.
"It's you!" Sweetie said.
"Yep! I said I'd find you, right?" Sun Drop smirked, thinking his entrance to be quite cool. The colt joined the group. His face softened as he glanced at Scootaloo, "Um, hey Sweetie Belle," He blushed, "and Scootaloo, and Apple...uh..."
"Bloom, it's Apple Bloom," she corrected flatly, her face redder than usual, "What brings ya out here, Sun...Drop, was it?"
Sun Drop sat on his haunches and he assumed the same position as when they first met him, his forelegs planted directly in front of his abdomen. He blushed as he sat down, then he explained himself, "Well, uh, I just wanted to, um, help you fillies out. And I kinda wanted to see Sweetie again, so I followed Scootaloo here, since I guess she would find you two. And, um..." He paused.
Scootaloo stiffened as the colt rested his gaze on her. Her expression hardened slightly.
Sun Drop continued, "Well, I really want to say I, uh...I feel bad about what happened to you, Scootaloo. It sounds like...really horrible what you went through," he said, speaking delicately and avoiding eye contact. "A-anyway, if you're going to try to start a fire like that, matches'll be too small. Maybe a torch would be better?"
Apple Bloom blinked, "Torch? Well, yeah, I suppose that's true, but where're we gonna find a torch? Do you have one?" the bow-maned filly stroked her pouting friend Scootaloo, who had ducked behind her in a rare moment of shyness.
"Well, I don't have like, a real one, but we could make one!" Sun suggested, drawing a little circle in the ground with his hoof.
Bloom hmmm'd, and a lightbulb lit up in her head, "I got it! We need a straight stick, a piece of cloth, and some lamp oil. We have all the parts we need on the farm, but we just gotta gather 'em."
Sweetie Belle's face lit up, "We have a good, long pole in the clubhouse and a spare cloth to go with it!" Sweetie offered, "I think it was stuff left over from the talent show," the young, ivory filly giggled, thinking back on the time.
"Perfect! Then all we need is a lamp from the barn to douse the cloth in oil, then we'll have a bonafide torch," Apple Bloom glowed with confidence, "C'mon girls, and uh, colt,” She hesitated, considering her plan, “Well actually, I can just go alone to the barn for the lamp. You three can stay here and figure out about tyin' the cloth to the stick," the filly got onto her hooves, "I'll be back in a jiffy!"
The two fillies and the colt watched her scurry off towards her house.
Sweetie Belle stood and rubbed an itch on her foreleg, "I think I saw that pole off to the side in the clubhouse," she said, and started making her way up the ramp.
Scootaloo stiffened as she was very nearly alone with the colt. Her head swam in a cacophony of contradicting thoughts, between her need to have her dripping, aching folds filled again, and the fear of that painful, ripping feeling. That rush as the stallion mounted her and used her. She reminded herself she needed to help her fellow crusaders in their mission. Besides, Sun Drop would rather do it with Sweetie, right? Scootaloo scowled at herself as she realized that she was jealous of Sweetie getting to have it so happily with this colt. She figured that if she wasn’t there with them, they would probably be doing it at that very moment. She was jealous.
Scoots suddenly straightened her posture and looked at Sun Drop squarely, "Bet you aren't as big as him," She murmured in what she thought was a tough voice.
"Uhhhh... what?" Sun blushed deeply while a bead of sweat rolled down his head. He wasn’t sure if he was really hearing that right. Had she just compared his dick with her assaulters?
"Scootaloo?" Sweetie halted her advance up the ramp, not hearing what was said but still suspicious.
Scootaloo glared, glancing quickly at Sun Drop’s lower body. Her head was numb and mind swimming. What was she doing? She sauntered up to him close, then around turned on her hoof. She arched her back and presented her pink-glazed lips directly in front of him. She backed up her rump towards him, as if daring him to do something. Her silky, gleaming flower quivered in want as she clenched, lewdly baring her most private place to this stranger. Her young, little plot stretched high, and her tail moved to the side instinctively. She shook in anticipation, and she let out a needy sigh.
Sun Drop uttered a groan issued from a mixture of shock and lust he was feeling at this sight. His jaw fell slack as he stared at the plush lips. Those lips had parted to show off the pink, silky flesh, hot and gushing with arousal. He tried to tear his gaze away, but his body kept it locked! The girl’s filly juice gave the downy fur a sheen along trickling streams as it gushed. Sun Drop adjusted the position of his forelegs, struggling to hide his erection, but it was useless. It popped out to the side. Sun sucked in a breath between gritted teeth. There was a glint in the boy’s eye. He was losing the struggle! His mind was going!
"SCOOTALOO!" Sweetie Belle shrieked! She rushed down the ramp and shoved her friend bodily into the dirt. Sun Drop let out a breath, relieved, but then sucked in another as Sweetie shot him a glare.
Scootaloo panted and rose herself into a laying position. She brushed Sweetie aside, "C'mon Sweetie, I was just teasing!"
Sweetie’s face flushed in rage, her voice cracked, “That was teasing?! How could you be like this after what happened?”
Scoots rolled onto her belly, a smirk on her face, "What are you gonna do about it?"
Sweetie Belle gasped! She reared back! She couldn’t help but envision Scootaloo with Sun Drop! "SCOOTALOO!!"
SMACK!
The little pegasus filly felt her head being jerked to the side and her cheek stinging from impact. She brought her hoof up to touch the spot, "Ow!" She jumped up, her blood was boiling. She saw her usually sweet unicorn friend glaring daggers at her, but her own vision was red with her own rage. She raised her hoof back and struck the unicorn, staggering her.
Sun Drop watched in horror as the two friends rose hoof against the other. He watched Sweetie Belle lunge and an all-out war began. Sweetie pinned Scootaloo on her back, pummeling her in the face. Scootaloo shoved back and the unicorn flew back onto her ass. The pegasus got back up and shot toward her opponent, head-butting her squarely in the mouth, causing Sweetie to let out a shrill cry!
"No!" Sun finally found his voice, "Stop!" he got to his hooves in alarm. He gritted his teeth when he heard the agonizing sound of Sweetie screaming out a lung-full in pain, and he saw that Scootaloo had gotten Sweetie’s mane in her teeth and was tugging. Hard! Sun Drop couldn’t stand it!
"STOP!"
Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were separated by two hooves pushing them apart. Sun stood between them, horrified, "Please!" He said, his eyes tearing up, "Stop this, stop this..."
With the colt's hooves in their chests, the girls cooled off. They sat back, panting ragged breaths. Their fur and manes were scuffed and dirtied, faces bruised. Sweetie’s harsh scowl transformed into that of remorse. She dropped her head in shame.
Scootaloo was much the same. She turned aside, "I'm -koff koff- sorry, Sweetie Belle."
Sun looked between the two, sighing in relief, "You...fillies!" he uttered dumbly. His voice cracked in its strain and its youth, "We gotta...we gotta focus. We gotta get the torch ready, and then we gotta get to that place to burn those flowers, right?" Sun Drop looked at both of them, hope in his eyes, "Then we can, just, forget about this whole thing," he said in a bitter tone.
"Forget?" Scootaloo asked, venomously. Sun Drop winced, instantly regretting that he had said that last part, "Forget?" Scootaloo repeated, shouting, "How can I forget?!”
Nopony moved.
"Apple Bloom?" Apple Bloom's neck prickled as she heard the stern, deep voice belonging to her older brother. She was cantering away from their barn where she had found a brass lantern, now hanging from her teeth. The young filly turned around and set the light down.
"Oh, Big Mac! Just need to borrow a light for the clubhouse,” She realized that there already was a back-up lantern there and quickly added, “Another one! Gonna need some more light, eyup!”
The big farmhoof stood, his presence radiating from his giant hooves. He raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry, big bro! We're just gonna have a sleepover in the clubhouse t'night, so we just need to get another lampoi- I mean, another lamp!"
Big Mcintosh raised his eyebrow higher at his stuttering younger sister, all bright eyes and full of secrets. He sighed. "Eeee-yup. Be careful, li'l filly."
"Um," Bloom turned to go, smiling back, "Thanks big brother, love ya!" she grabbed the lantern and ran off. In her mind’s eye, the image of the huge stallion's huge stallionhood dangling below him in a fixed state of semi-arousal stood out. She hadn't imagined that her sympathy for Scootaloo could grow, but Big Mac proved it so. Now she was sure that that image would constantly be there in her head.
Her little filly legs carried her across the farm, through the orchards, and out to the outer limits of the property. Birds chirped incessantly as she went on. She pondered in annoyance about them, wondering if they were also under the spell of the goddess-forsaken scent. She turned a corner and ducked under a giant leaf. What she saw at the bottom of the ramp leading to the clubhouse sent her eyes out of their sockets!
Sun Drop had Sweetie Belle underneath him as he mounted her. Fluids gushed as he pushed again and again into her. Sweetie's mouth was buried in Scootaloo's mound, lapping up some filly nectar. Scootaloo’s mouth was wrapped around Sweetie’s horn, sucking the phallic spiral sharply in retaliation to the licking at her lower lips.
"What in the hay-balls?!" Apple Bloom made a Freibergeran slip as her mind worked out the scene. It instantly turned on, of course, watching and listening to the lustful display before her. She didn’t need a hoof to know that about a gallon of her special apple-honey was making the ground wet underneath her tail. The pleasured groans of the group in mid-sex, all mixing together, made her horniness level skyrocket!
"Goddesses darn it!" She uttered, knowing that there was no use fighting, knowing that it would be impossible to break this up until everypony was satisfied.
She cantered up to them and set the lantern aside. Then, she went straight to the colt-on-filly action, seating her body to the ground and absorbing the sight of the boy's penis entering and re-entering Sweetie's vagina. Sweeie’s lips puffed out as her entrance wrapped around the boy, who’s veiny thing gouged into her. To Apple Bloom, the sloppy concoction that leaked around the connection looked much too thick and white. She reached out with the edge of her hoof and scooped up a bit of it from Sweetie's lips.
"Hehehehe," Sweetie giggled between her moans, tickled by the feeling of her friend’s hoof, "It's cum, Apple Bloom!” She giggled again.
Bloom tasted some on her tongue and made a face, "Y'all call this cum, huh? Strange taste," the filly let the stuff dribble slowly down her hoof, producing a wet trail. She rolled onto her back to tend to herself, using the bit of cum to start. She sighed in ecstasy as her hoof rolled and stroked about her young folds, giving them the attention they wanted. Her vision filled with cock entering pussy, and her ears gobbled up her friends' carnal sighs. She added her own voice, and a brief orgasm rocked her body, "Ooohhhhhhhhhh!" her flower wept in satisfied relief, but that bit would not really be enough.
Apple Bloom rolled back to her front and crawled to Sweetie's side, then scooted her way between Sweetie's legs, head toward the rear, and lay belly up so that she had a clear view of the action. The couple above her moved their legs to give her space. Bloom eyed the colt's flailing sack, the balls bouncing back and forth. S’he reached out and fondled them, getting a cute boyish eep in surprise. She felt up both the ponies' tender inner flanks while she hoofed herself, earning tickled eeps in protest. From Sweetie's high-pitched squeal to Sun Drop's adolescent moans, the two reacted to Bloom’s touch.
"HHnnggh...Sweetie...cumming...again!" Sun Drop, quickened his thrusts, then threw himself against his partner, pressing his legs flush against the girl's plot. Apple Bloom watched in fascination and envy. She blinked as a few strands of white juices forced its way out of the velvety, vice-grip connection, down against her face. The ballsack clenched up as he came. His shaft swelled with and veins popped as it was buried deep inside the tight connection. They breathed and moaned, and Apple Bloom struggled to conceal her own grunts of satisfaction whilst she had another small climax. Sun Drop held his lover in both forelegs.
Scootaloo had not yet finished off Sweetie. With a hoof stroking herself, she sucked off the spiral atop Sweetie's head.
"Ah! AAH! AAH! s-Scoot-aloo my horn!" Sweetie jerked and she gasped. A high squeal told the world of her climax. Her horn shot out streams of sparkling magic. Scootaloo jumped back in surprise and saw the fountain of spurts shooting from the young unicorn's horn. They were an ethereal, glittering rainbow, with tendrils of sparkling glitter falling from the arcs.
Scootaloo shut an eye as the energetic stuff shot toward her face, falling onto her eyelid. She breathed. Shining unicum and saliva dripped from her face.
"Whoa, Sweetie Belle!" Scoots licked the stuff from her lips.
After the moment, Apple Bloom squirmed out from underneath the two entwined bodies. She was frowning at this ugly feeling of emptiness. Her hoof was not enough! The memory of how Twilight's plant monster felt inside her resurfaced, "Oohhhhhh Darnit! Oh Horseapples!" she wiggled and flipped over to her front, springing up to stand. Her face burned with need and embarrassment, and her pussy burned with need. She moved over to Sweetie, "Darnit, Sweetie Belle, I really really need it! Please please please please please?!" She pleaded sing-song for permission to use her friend’s boyfriend.
Sweetie's eyes, closed in post-coital bliss, snapped open in astonishment. A pink hue spread across her cheeks at what was being asked of her. Ultimately, it was the heat of the moment which fueled her agreement. Plus, why would she deny her dear friend such pleasure? “Oh!...okay!"
"Oh thank you! Thank you!" Apple Bloom beamed, and she wiggled her plot in anticipation, waving her tail purposely in front of Sun Drop.
Sun, having just came twice in a row without rest, looked on in worry at the incredibly needy display. His dick jumped, surprising him, but it wasn’t ready yet. He leaned in with his snout, deciding he'd get her warmed up with his tongue. The girl gasped as he breathed on her sweet folds, and she whined as he teased them with some tongue flicks, stroking her inner walls, lapping up her filly juices.
Apple Bloom, though, was more than ready. She was urgent! "P-p-please! Please stick your penis in me, I neeeeed it! I need your penis! I need your cock!" Bloom whined, letting her barriers fall, not even caring at her lewd words.
Sun Drop felt a new rush of blood filling his shaft! A part of his mind reeled at that, given how many times he had just climaxed. The other half took over and made Sun Drop climb up onto Apple Bloom's more robust earth-pony form. He held himself up over her back, and he pressed apart her aroused, ready lips with his tip. He Mmmmmm'd at the tender, lubricated flesh parting against his cock, feeling the now familiar feeling once again, though different this time. He pressed deeper, forcing her open, needing to have more of himself inside her the further he went. Apple Bloom's voice rose as more of the colt's thick, warm meat-pole filled her. She melted as he started thrusting, lolling her tongue out as her cute, girlish grunts of carnal bliss came unabated. This was her first stallion! The feeling of another pony breathing and connecting was so much better than any concoction of magic potions. It felt so so good. It felt so so right! She felt like this should go on forever!
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Sun Drop screwed her hard! His cock was sore, but the faster he moved his tired hips, the better it felt. Apple Bloom’s squeezing, silky inner walls and her encouraging, spirited cries did wonders to help! "nnnngh! Gah! You fillies!" He panted and hammered into her, pounding his thighs against Bloom’s cheeks as he worked his pleasure. Bloom moaned loudly as he sped up, grunting out her animal vocalizations with each thrust, feeling each insertion of the engorged member punching into the inside of her belly like a piston, taking her breath away.
In a crescendo of his moans, Sun Drop shoved his rear hooves to the ground, kicking up dust, plunging his colt cock completely into Apple Bloom's body. He held onto her fast, breathing shakily. In a rush and with a tickled gasp, the colt shot his hot colt seed into her, filling every crevice and corner of his little pony partner’s massaging insides. This time, he was completely spent.
As soon as she could take in air, the redheaded girl moaned long and breathily, finally feeling satisfied. Her strong clenches anchored the flaring tip, milking every last drop that Sun had to offer.
When their orgasms ceased, Apple Bloom and Sun Drop surrendered to gravity. They all lay on top of one another in the cool mid-morning air as their hearts quieted down.
"Girls..." Scootaloo broke the silence, "I think we need to git a move on...today."
After the necessary break and with everypony finally sexed-out, the trio-turned-quadrio made the necessary preparations for their trip. They managed to squeeze their bodies into the wagon, though Sun Drop had to dangle his hind legs off the edge. Scootaloo had not happy about having more weight to carry and she voiced her concern, but Sweetie Belle would not leave Sun Drop behind.
"Just think of how strong your wings'll be after this!" The cotton candy maned filly said, grinning. This inconvenience to her friend secretly gave her more satisfaction after that stunt she pulled in front of Sun.
"Well, when you put it that way, I guess I should just carry you two around town all the time!" Scootaloo retorted, then added with a devious look, "Then you can get all big and fat!"
Sweetie gasped, "No I wouldn't!"
Scootaloo just giggled at her friend's cute pout, then fired up her wings. They built up some momentum, and were soon speeding down the trail away from the clubhouse.
The sun shone down on their dusty path out of and away from Ponyville. The vehicle made good time down the road, despite the extra weight. The company steeled their minds for their day’s task. The several hour journey breezed by and the sun ticked across the sky, during which the four discussed their plan of action. Discussion turned to the aftermath, like, how long would it take before everything went back to normal? The Everfree was again made to look like a thin line on the horizon.
“By the way, sugarcube, what happened to your face? It looks bruised. Same with Scootaloo’s. I didn’t have the mind to ask before.”
Sweetie turned to Apple Bloom with shame, “Well, Scootaloo got in a fight with me. I guess I hit her first, though.”
“What? What in the hay happened?”
Sun Drop’s ears drooped, and spoke for her, “Scootaloo kinda...showed off her… filly parts at me, and Sweetie got mad.”
“Oh my stars!” Apple Bloom tenderly touched her friend’s bruise and Sweetie Belle drew away out of embarrassment, though the wagon made that difficult.
“It’s okay, now, but… but I never want that to happen again,” Sweetie grimaced, fighting back tears. Bloom embraced her tightly. The tears sprang forth and dampened Apple Bloom’s shoulder.
“Agh!” Scoots huffed in irritation, “Yeah, it was a big hairy fight, but we got over it,” she called back at them, “Sweetie Belle. I’m really sorry I did that. I just don’t know what- what came over me.”
“So…” Apple Bloom switched gears, “How did ya’ll even get into each others’ privates when I got back?”
Sweetie blushed a deep red, “You mean like when I said we should just have sex instead of fight?”
Sitting back-to-back, Sun Drop disturbed Apple Bloom as he fidgeted after being still for a long time. The farm-filly heard the boy gulp, and she thought that maybe she shouldn’t have asked. Sweetie Belle continued.
“You mean,” Sweetie’s eyes drooped threateningly, “You mean how I stuck up my rump in front of Sunny? And Scootaloo watched… She watched him mount me… She watched him r-r-r-rut me…” Her voice cracked. Apple Bloom remembered how they were already tied together when she showed up. Presently, she could see the stupor of arousal spreading all over Sweetie’s cute face as she described the encounter in her sanguin, cracking voice. Her words came like her fillyhood’s nectar.
“It’s different when somepony’s watching! I saw Scoots lay down on her back in front of me, and she ordered me to lick it, so I did!” Behind her, A.B. felt her wagon-mate jerk and clear his throat. At least, Apple Bloom thought, she was separating the two, otherwise she’d have to watch them going at it against the side of the wagon. See his thick penis entering and…entering and entering and entering and-- The filly shook her head and diverted her attention back to Sweetie Belle, who had a dreamy thing going on about her.
“...and he kept going and going and going and going and… You have no idea how good it is to feel when… when the same time your horn is getting sucked!”
“Stop!” Apple Bloom cried, trying to constrain her own growing heat.
The wagon lurched as Scootaloo braked hard! Everypony hollered in alarm, but they were thankful that the sudden halt cooled mood.
Sweetie cried, “Apple Bloom!” She wailed like a helpless foal and muscles tightened all over her, “When will this be over?”
“Very soon I reckon, darlin’,” Apple Bloom said. Not long later, she felt her stomach do a cart-wheel as she saw the same crimson field on a distant rise.
Scootaloo steered onto the side road. The company gagged as their heads swam through the thick pungency of the flowers. The air was so mind-numbing, that the thought of screwing couldn’t even register.
"Stop here, Scoots!" Apple Bloom ordered, "If they see us coming, they can get to us faster."
The wagon halted just up the driveway and Scootaloo promptly fell off her scooter with her tiny wings flopping to her sides, "Aaaaaaugh!" the filly groaned and she found a little patch of green grass to plop down on.
“You fillies came here and survived? Gah!” Sun Drop choked.
Apple Bloom was helping Sweetie and Sun assemble their torch as Scootaloo started touching herself in secret. All of her exertion, and she still had enough energy to masturbate. It was the flowers speaking, she said to herself, or the exertion. She lay in a fetal position as she rolled the edges of her hoof against her hungry young lips. The electric bolts of sex fed up her spine and she clenched up every-so-often. It felt very good, but it wasn’t enough. She poked at her love-button, engorged and peaking out as it was. She needed that mad stallion again. Did she just think that? A surge of something nice coursed through her body. Butterflies flitted about in her gut. Did she really just hear that in her head? She said it again. I need that mad stallion. Another wave of dizziness. She could feel tears well in her eyes. Tears of confusion. She heard an awed gasp from the group, and a strong heat washed over her.
Scootaloo’s pegasus instincts kicked in as a thought occurred to her. She arched her back as she got to her front hooves, “h-Hey you guys, “she called, “Make sure to start upwind!” She imagined her friends’ manes catching fire. Then she plopped back to the ground.
“Yer not gonna help us?” Apple Bloom asked. The orange blob groaned in response.
“It’s okay, Apple Bloom, she’s had a rough few days,” Sweetie Belle said.
“Ah, I guess yer right, sorry Scoots.”
Sun Drop grunted around the pole in his teeth. He moved to start putting flame to plant, but he stopped as movement caught his eye. He focused on the figure of a pony trotting toward them from further up the road. He grunted louder, “Hey!” The other two stopped what they were doing and stood frozen on the spot, watching the figure approach. Scootaloo stayed lying in her place.
Hoe Down rushed up, greatly animated despite his old age. He charged the colt holding the torch and he successfully snatched it from the terrified boy’s clutch. He tossed the pole aside to the middle of the road, a safe distance from the edge of the field.
“What in sam hill are y’all thinkin’, ya lousy kids!” He screamed.
The kids stood still in the face of this unbridled rage.
“That blaze'o yours nearly cost me a fortune! Y’all were gonna steal me of my retirement! Y’all are just no-good, delinquent, troublemakers. Yeah, that’s what’cha are. All'a ya all are just troublemakin’ foals, playin’ with fire! Why I got me half a mind to-”
Hoe Down stopped suddenly, and the others noticed his eyes fixed on Scootaloo. In the silence, they realized that Scootaloo was moaning lewdly. Her filly voice rose above the sound of the burning torch, riding out across the fields along with the waves of the breeze.
“Aw yeah. Rut me. Rut me!” Scoots had been uttering through Hoe Down's whole speech. The old stallion couldn't believe his own eyes! This blank-flank youngun was hoofing herself in public! She was in full view, her thin plot raised high on her rear hooves. She choked out a needy whimper as she brought herself faster and faster into bliss. Her pleasure was fueled even further by Hoe Down's aggressive, demeaning voice.
Hoe Down stood, shocked. He had to turn away. He had to turn away! Why wasn’t he turning away? Why was she doing that? He lowered himself down to sit on his haunches. He still continued to stare. He felt a stirring in his loins that he thought was never again possible! In self-consciousness, and in the presence of children, he covered up his front. Looking to his side, he saw that the colt in the group was in the same exact position. A funny mixture of emotions flared up simultaneously in his slow, old head.
“p-Please!” Scootaloo whisper-shouted above the sound of her hoofing, “Please! Cocks! I need cocks!”
Hoe Down’s face hardened, but not in the same way his lower parts had. He jerked his gaze again in the direction of the colt, who he was appalled to see was moving towards her, as if in a trance. “Stop! House, now!” Hoe pointed a hoof up the driveway.
Sun Drop shook out of his trance and cowered before the elder. The group obeyed, like siblings in front of their father. Scootaloo remained as she was, but the sharp words did have enough force to stop her from masturbating. Hoe Down drew close to her and stomped on the ground in front of her face, “Go, filly! Now!”
“b...b...But… the flowers…”
“I’ll take care of the flowers, filly, just go!” He whacked her on the rump. She jumped to her hooves and trotted off.
The running took the wind from her sails. Her heat died down, but only a little. She felt like it would hurt for the rest of the day, unless she could get what it needed. Before going much further, Scootaloo looked back in curiosity and saw Hoe Down busy with the torch in his teeth lighting his precious flowers on fire.
“Oh dears! Please come in and make yourselves at home. Hurry now,” Sugar Cane sweetly ushered the four into her home. She turned to a worn Scootaloo plodding into the house, “Darlin’ what’s the matter? You look plain awful! Come in and rest and I’ll get all y’all some water and treats.”
Four adolescent ponies found places in the sitting room, thankful for being out of the sun. Sugar soon reappeared with a pitcher and she went about filling five glasses.
Sugar set a glass in front of each visitor in turn, “There’s miss Apple Bloom, miss Sweetie Belle, miss Scootaloo, and what’s yer name, mister?”
“Uh, thanks ma’am. I’m Sun Drop,” the colt downed a few gulps as soon as he could.
Sugar cube nodded, "It's nice to meet ya, Sun Drop, hun," the old mare sighed, "Poor Hoe Down came back from town this mornin’ and gave me the bad news. Isn't it just the fates that you can’t get what ya want. The ol’ hoot musta scared ya with his shoutn’, but it looks like he finally turned his stubborn head around, seein’ your hard work an’ all.”
Nopony spoke, until Scootaloo cleared her throat.
“I was raped last night.”
Cringes.
Sugar Cane gasped, her expression pure horror. Scootaloo just nodded and Sugar slumped to her haunches, her eyes starting to water.
Apple Bloom turned a look to Scootaloo, disbelieving the orange filly’s bluntness. Sweetie Belle stood up and went to put her hoof on Sugar’s shoulder, trying to comfort the mare, “It's okay, it wasn’t completely your fault.”
Sugar’s head was held in her forehoof as she sat hunched over, “If’n we didn’t,” the mare shook, “If’n we hadn’ planted those ...sniffle...”
“Sugar Cube, ma’am...” Apple Bloom glanced at Scootaloo who looked embarrassed, “It wasn’t your fault.”
“I mean,” Sweetie added, really feeling for Scootaloo. A.B. shot her a disapproving look and Sweetie looked away.
And who's fault was it? Apple Bloom had thought. Surely it was the one who had done the deed, right?
Outside, there was a crackle and rumblefrom the burning field of flowers growing louder and louder. For the moment, it wasn’t just the flowers making the air feel uncomfortable. Everypony looked down, absorbing those five words. Sun Drop grabbed his glass and took a quick gulp of water, feeling a little too much like the odd colt out.
“Choke!Ack!” Sun Drop coughed on his water, drawing everypony’s attention, “cough cough -Ugh!-cough cough -’scuze me-cough cough!” Sun continued to clear his windpipe, taking sips of water as he was able. The interruption was enough to up the mood, and everypony took sips from their own glasses. Outside a great cloud of smoke billowed up from the inferno.
“Ah… I think I better go check on my husband,” Sugar, avoiding eye contact, walked out the front door. Following her were the clip-clops of smaller hooves, the other four deciding to join her.
Hoe Down had been walking back to the house, having spent the lantern fuel and discarded the makeshift torch. His hat was missing, likely because of the heat, leaving his balding head bare, “‘s the matter with ye, sugar?” Hoe Down greeted his wife tenderly, “Yeh look like somepony just kicked th’ bucket!”
“I-I,” Sugar Cane shook her head, “It’s just that there was... I mean,” she stopped as she noticed the children in her presence, “I’ll tell you later, dear.”
The two folk and four younguns stared at the smoke, sorting out that exchange.
A light shone through, growing brighter and brighter. They watched the faint shine just off the horizon.
“What is that?” Apple Bloom spoke. Everypony saw its approach, some squinting, now that Apple Bloom pointed it out.
“I think it’s-”
“By Celestia!” Sugar Cube gasped, interrupting Scootaloo, “Hoe Down, is that really her?”
Everypony watched, awestruck. It was Princess Celestia. The white princess had arrived, cloaked in a shining aura of hope and warmth. It really was her! The patron goddess of the sun, of light and love, of truth and mercy, of family and honor, was here! Sugar Cube and Hoe Down were humbled beyond words for their monarch to personally visit their lowly farm.
The princess alighted like an otherworldly spirit, wings outstretched to slow her descent, and in a trot, her commanding hooves landed down onto the dirt driveway.
“Hello, my little ponies,” She greeted with a pleasant smile.
“y-Your majesty!”
“Your highness!”
"Princess!"
The group returned the greeting, bowing deeply to the ground in reverence.
“I see everything is being taken care of already, isn’t it?”
“Princess! y-Yes it is!” Hoe Down said in conviction. A plan had been forming in his mind while he worked. Sugar watched her husband in awe, hearing this dramatic plan for the first time, “I’ve decided we won’t be growing them here. We’ll go far away from civilization. Far away from any towns. We can stock up on food for a few months, tend to the crop, dig a deep well, and from there-”
“No, you will not,” the princess stated. Her gentle smile disappeared as the stallion spoke.
Hoe Down fell off his train of speech as the princess interrupted. He looked up at his highness, dismayed.
“They will be banned from all free trade. Now perhaps this flower has medicinal purposes, I suppose. I will notify my Minister of Agriculture of this flower and she can take appropriate action regarding its regulated medicinal circulation,” she stated, “You will honor this decree, won’t you? All of you?” She looked at each of them with serious intensity.
They all shook their heads up and down. How could they disobey?
“Good.” Princess Celestia folded her wings and approached, “I believe I know each of you three, the ‘Cutie Mark Crusaders’ was it?” Celestia grinned, “I find it important to know all of the ponies close to the Elements of Harmony. Though I’m afraid I’m not familiar with you, or you two,” she looked at Sun Drop and the elderly couple, “What are your names?”
“Sun Drop, p-Princess!” Sun straightened his posture.
“The name’s’r Hoe Down and my wife Sugar Cube.”
Celestia nodded, “Pleased to meet you, and thank you all for agreeing to this unfortunate restriction,” the princess lowered her head, “It comes out of great sadness and disharmony, the cause of which I’ve been led to believe originated from this property, from these very flowers.”
“Yes, but,” Hoe Down started, “How in Celestia’s name- uh, beggin’ yer pardon, ma’am- did the darn scent of ‘em reach Ponyville? Fifteen darn kliks from here?”
Celestia tilted her head, “I do not know. Perhaps you know more about them than I do,” she admitted.
“I found ‘em growin’ on the edge of the Everfree Forest, then I took them back here for us to grow,” Sugar explained.
“Ah,” Celestia smiled in understanding, “That’s the Everfree for you. Places like the Everfree Forest are places I have learned to expect the unexpected. The magic of the flowers must have increased the potency of smell and the scent rode the breezes all the rest of the way.”
“Oh, Princess!” Sugar lamented, hanging her head in shame, her husband mirroring her, “We had no idea it’d cause such harm!”
“Do not worry, Sugar Cube, Hoe Down, everypony. I understand,” Celestia chidded, calmly. There was a moment of silence as everypony collected their thoughts.
Curious, Apple Bloom took a step forward, “But I don’t get it, what were the things that made all the sadness and disharmony like you said? What happened?”
Princess Celestia looked at her and her friends sadly, imagining quite a tale which led them down this road and in this company, “I’ve heard reports,” she began, choosing words, “Of ponies being taken against their wills. This was besides the incapacitation the air caused the town. Ponyville was in serious danger of becoming abandoned. My own student, still young and awkward in her sexuality, and prideful in finding a solution on her own, did not even manage to write to me of the situation. My poor Twilight.”
At hearing ‘taken against their wills,’ Scootaloo’s face fell. To her, Princess Celestia’s words faded out as her mind focused again on last night. In fact, most of her idle thoughts were now directed that way. She was sure what had happened was wrong. She was sure that that pony should be in jail right now. She was pretty sure she wanted to beat him up, too. Why though, when she thought of it, did it make her heart flutter and her rear lips leak? Wouldn’t she feel better after the smell was gone?
Celestia’s sad eyes met with Scootaloo’s for a second. Then, she rose to her hooves and stretched out her legs and wings, preparing to depart, “I have many duties. I believe you may expect some agents to visit sometime next week to collect samples, Hoe Down and Sugar Cube," she said. She turned away and continued as she took her leave, “Now please take care with the blaze. I managed to keep it contained with some of my magic, but beware of airborne sparks. Farewell my dear ponies! And well done, Crusaders!”
With that, the alicorn spread her wings and took off into the sky. She quickly became a faint speck in the distance once again, and everypony watched in awe as she sped away. As suddenly and un-announced as she had arrived, she was gone.
Apple Bloom, after a moment, erupted in exhilaration, and she skipped in front of her friends, “Hah! Crusaders! Crusaders, we did it! Did you hear her? We saved Ponyville! Ah feel like the air’s cleaner already!” The rose-maned filly whooped and jumped! The excitement was infectious as the rest of the young ones cheered and hopped in joy!
“We did it! We did it! We did it!” They hooted in a gleeful clamor, celebrating!
Apple Bloom walked up to both Hoe and Sugar and hugged them, “Thanks for understandin’.” Sweetie Belle, Scootaloo, and Sun Drop followed her.
“We’re sorry to disrupt everything around here,” Scootaloo apologized, “but, you know you had it coming one way or another.”
Sugar Cube bowed her head, “We sure did, little filly. An’ I feel terrible for it. Y’all should hurry back home before sundown. Go 'n' be with your families, young-uns.”
The little band nodded and hurried into the wagon for the long ride home. They sped off down the road, Scootaloo taking care to stay as far away from the brushfire as she could.
Hoe Down and Sugar Cube smiled at the youthful energy, feeling relieved, but even more than that they felt regret. They walked side-by-side back into their home, and later that night they would marvel at themselves for how they acted, caught up in the spell of simple plants.
With the winds taking longer to reach Ponyville than the four riders, it took a while before the accursed odor finally cleared out. By the next Monday, school would start at the toll of the bell. Farmers, artisans, and artists would fill the streets again. Schoolfillies and colts, surely different than they were at the beginning of the week, went to school and played with their friends. Shaken by the tumultuous activities during the week, a new normalcy emerged. They would not be the same, after all.
Scootaloo slammed her hooves down into a puddle. It was looking too threateningly calm for her taste. Sweetie Belle gasped into a giggle as she dodged the splash.
“Scootaloo! Haha!”
“I’ll get you next time, silly filly!” Scoots cackled.
Apple Bloom caught a few droplets in her face as her friends horsed around. She caught Scootaloo by surprise when she hoofed a splash head-on.
“Eeek! Apple Bloom!” Scoots quickly flanked her friend and sprayed her back, laughing. The three erupted into a puddle fight, aiming to get the other drenched by puddle water, mirthfully blowing off steam from a week of irrepressible sexual arousal. The three fillies burst into the CMC clubhouse dripping, but none the worse for wear.
Scootaloo plucked her medal of recognition and was the first to set it on the club's display table. She said, “Well girls, it’s official: we’re heroes of Ponyville! Woohoo!” They cheered and the other two set their medals down alongside.
Sweetie Belle leaked a spritz of magic from her horn as she squealed, “Town heroes! We’re just like Rarity and her friends now! And I think we did a good job, too.”
“It sure feels like it,” Apple Bloom sat on her haunches, “I know I haven’t felt any urges back there.”
“Yep! Everything feels cooler and, well, back to normal since yesterday,” Scootaloo said, “Man that was a weird week.”
Sweetie giggled, “You can say that again, but it was also pretty fun, too, looking back,” she said, “I got a coltfriend out of it, hehe!”
“Oh yeah, weren’t you gonna meet Sun Drop after this?” Apple Bloom asked.
“Yeah! He thought we should go bowling together, but I wasn’t very good that one time when we went,” Sweetie remembered bashfully.
“Well at least you didn’t make the ball ricochet across the whole room, haha!”
“Ricochet?”
“You remember how it bounced around on all the walls? That was kinda weird, too, like, that ball was pretty heavy!” Scoots took a deep breath, and she continued, “Anyway, it was also pretty scary, this week. I’m really glad it’s over.”
“Aww, hun, you know we both got your back,” Apple Bloom put a hoof on her friend’s shoulders in comfort, “If’n you need anything, talk, company, anything, you know you can come to us.”
“Aw, I know,” Scootaloo smiled and nuzzled her friend, “You’re both the bestest friends to have.” Sweetie joined in on the nuzzles, adding her own hoof to the filly’s back. Scoots sniffled and shook her head as she felt embarrassing droplets forming on her eyes, “But it’s all over now. I think I can get over it. What about you two? I still feel bad for leading you both to that ...monster that Twilight Sparkle was keeping in her home.”
“Yeah, I think we can get over that, too,” Sweetie said, “I think what you went through was a lot worse.”
“Uh, this could sound crazy but, did either of you feel like that thing was like, sizin’ us up?” Apple Bloom asked, struggling to come up with the right phrase.
“I don’t think it sounds crazy. It was magic after all, heh!” Scootaloo remarked, “But yeah, it did feel like that thing was trying smaller tips every time,” she shuddered as a thought came to her, “If it didn’t I… I don’t know. We might have ended up in Ponyville General. If it was like that… like that stallion’s…”
As both Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom wrapped their forelegs around Scootaloo, all three couldn’t help but imagine those vines stuffing up their holes, but three times the size that they got. It wouldn’t have just hurt, it would have been worse! Apple Bloom in particular was thinking about her brother.
“Imagine if it was all Big Mac’s,” the pony thought aloud.
"Pfft! Bahahahaa!” Scootaloo guffawed, unable to stop her laughter, “y-your b-brother?!”
Sweetie chuckled, blushing. She was imagining a room full of Big Mcintosh clones, each with a big trunk hung beneath his large barrel. The fantasy sent a shiver up her spine and a warmth in her rear, and she blushed deeper.
Apple Bloom’s face was beet red as she tried explaining away her little imagination, stammering buts, y’sees, actuallies, I means, and the like. This only caused Scootaloo to laugh even harder! The Apple filly pouted, but she kept thinking about her brother’s big stallionhood ever since she had seen it yesterday. She had thought it was strange that he didn’t even try to hide it from her, like maybe he had gotten used to it always being out. Last night, she touched herself, even though the stimulating scent was gone. It felt like the scent had come back when she started thinking of her big brother. As she hoofed herself, she saw his penis bouncing in the air while he walked. She saw his hard muscles pulling the cart full of apples and the sweat sheen on his coat. She remembered the beginning of the week when he pushed that big thing into her big sister, and it made her filly folds fill up and gush. Last night, she couldn’t hold back her hoof edge from digging against her slit as her thoughts went to the vine monster at Twilight’s or to Sweetie’s coltfriend. Shouldn’t she think about those things? Is it bad for a filly to think those things? All her life she was told that good fillies wait until they’re older to talk about those things. She was told that good young fillies don’t fool around with private parts, not their own nor her friends. But why not if it felt so good? Apple Bloom shook her head in attempt to shake off the embarrassment. Her reminiscence of last night’s session made her rear feel hot.
After waiting for Scootaloo’s hoots of laughter to wear off, Apple Bloom wondered aloud, “Is it so bad? Is it that weird to think about me and my brother…” she said, hesitating, afraid to finish the thought aloud.
Scootaloo suppressed a snicker by nibbling on her foreknee, “Apple Bloom… you want your brother’s cock!”
Bloom faltered, “Weh-... I-... I mean!” Scootaloo was right, even though. Even though! “It… It couldn’t possibly fit!”
“But you were thinking it!” Sweetie spoke, “Like what if it magically fit, right?”
Bloom’s mouth scrunched up, then let out a sigh in defeat, “Awwwww fine, you’re right. But I just can’t stop thinkin’ about it!” She fidgeted her forehooves together.
Sweetie Belle was lost in a thought, until she finally asked in earnest, “What even gave you this idea in the first place?”
Apple Bloom gulped, “Well. I really shouldn’t say,” the filly turned aside.
After a moment of consideration, Scootaloo made a smug grin, then she stuck her snout against Sweetie’s ear. The curls on the pubescent unicorn’s mane would have curled tighter if they could, while her face grew hot and her eyes bugged out.
“Big Mac and Applej-!” Sweetie caught herself.
Apple Bloom bit her bottom lip. Her gaze shifted back and forth nerbously. She looked as if she would start talking a few times. Finally, Sweetie Belle walked in front of her friend, trying on a devilish smirk.
“Did Applejack and Big Mac… do it?” She asked.
Smiling, Scoots joined in, “That’s what you saw on Monday night, wasn’t it?”
Apple Bloom nodded slowly, “Please keep this a secret, please!” she whispered, hoarse.
Scootaloo raised her hoof to her chest, crossing it in a solemn swear, “It’s a Crusader Secret, then,” she nodded, a surge of pride coarsed through the young pegasus’s spine as she emulated her surrogate sister, Rainbow Dash, in a show of loyalty. She turned and gave Sweetie a hearty hoof to the flank, “Right, Sweetie Belle?”
“Crusader Secret!” Sweetie copied the oath, then covered her sweet smile as she giggled.
Apple Bloom let out a breath she was holding in, “Thanks, both of you. We can’t have that going around town, now.”
Sweetie giggled, embarrassed, “Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if that came out about this week,” she said as she crossed her legs.
The other two laughed in awkward agreement, “But still,” Bloom affirmed, crossing her heart like the others, “Crusader Secret!”
“Well then, now you have to try it!” Sweetie Belle encouraged, “Why not? He’s fine with it with Applejack, right?” she reasoned, “Somewhere in that big guy’s head says that sisters are okay! So, just use your girlish charm on him, he’s gotta fall for it!”
Apple Bloom went on with her day with Sweetie Belle’s and Scootaloo’s words echoing through her head. For some reason, Scoots wasn’t on board with Sweetie right away, but Apple Bloom could see why she wasn’t, given the first part of that conversation. However, all of this was still stupid! She imagined how she would do it. Go to Big Mac after their play time and just tell him that she wanted it? Stupid stupid stupid! After all, they hadn’t been with her yesterday when she fetched the lamp.
At dinner, a conversation of expressions was had between Big Mac, Applejack, and Apple Bloom, as they listened to their aged Granny Smith try to make sense of the last week. The three siblings exchanged glances as they heard their elder talking about smells, absences, odd comings and goings, and the young schoolfoals having too much time off. She said things like codswallop, hogwash, and the other things old ponies say.
What was that? Apple Bloom thought suddenly. Had she just caught Big Mac staring at her? Was he looking at my butt? Big Mac’s excellent poker face had looked away only a second after he noticed her. She blushed and took a large bite of her salad, crunching and grinding through it quickly. Maybe this quest would not be as hard-Difficult!- as she had imagined.
At night, the girl was hard-pressed to fall asleep. She was fantasizing about sneaking into her brother’s room like her sister had done. She didn’t want to do anything, just sleep next to him and see if he woke up. Ponyfeathers, I want to do something with him! She thought. She reached down to check herself, seeing that she was already getting wet. Without the smell, she knew she could just ignore it, try to quiet her mind, and try to fall asleep. She knew that everything would be fine if she just went to sleep, and that her brother would never need to know that she was a bad little sister for thinking dirty...sexy... thoughts about him.
She could feel the knot in her stomach as she began to realize that her hooves were pushing the covers off her and bringing her to the floor. She took a deep breath, trying to quiet her nerves. The mantra of “What am I doing?” kept looping over and over again in her skull. As she walked, she noticed she was passing through her door, then down the hall, then to the door of her brother’s room. The door opened by her own hooves as she snuck through it and into his room. Her ears picked up the deep, strong snores of the slumbering farm-pony. She wondered, in passing, if he would wake up as she softly climbed onto his bed and hoofed the covers over her body. The big male stirred slightly, his breaths catching, then resuming. He lay on his side, facing the door, and Apple Bloom had climbed in behind him.
The brave little mare’s heart was pounding as she lay there, her small hooves pressing gently against his back. She was in bed with her brother! Her big big-brother! She took another big breath while her little body squirmed around, trying to get used to the situation. Was she a little foal, seeking comfort in her big brother, or a young mare in need? She wasn’t sure. Maybe she didn’t care. When she was a foal, she went to her big sis when she had a bad dream. Big Mac just wasn’t the same back then, but now she felt like she needed him more than her.
“A.B.?” Apple Bloom gave a start as her brother’s deep voice interrupted his snoring. For as long as she’d known him, she had no idea whether or not he was a heavy sleeper.
“Yes,” she said in a small voice.
There was nothing else for several minutes. Luna’s moonlight shone into and scattered about the room. Both ponies lay in silent confusion and anxiousness.
“What’re ya doing, A.B.?”
“Ah-I…” A.B. kneaded her brother’s back, “j-j- Just wanted to sleep with you, Big Mac,” she spoke, trying to sound as innocent as possible, despite her intent.
Big Mac sighed, and after a moment of thought he just said, “T’aint right.”
“I know,” Apple Bloom said quickly, confirming what they had both been thinking. Big Mcintosh sighed again. She had no idea what was going to happen.
For a long time, there was silence again. The pair felt each other, one beneath her hooves, the other against his back. Apple Bloom kept massaging her brother, but the touch had slowly become caresses.
Mac took a long draw of air, “I know, too,” he said, letting the phrase permeate for a few more long minutes.
Apple Bloom awoke the same way she had fallen asleep, her hooves against her big brother, as they shared his covers. The sound of morning birdsong danced in her ear before she slowly slitted her eyes open. There was something about Sundays that inspired profound laziness. Instead of cool, pale moonlight illuminating the rustic farmhouse room from the night before, there was golden sunlight in its place, warm and radiant. Bloom’s stirring caused Big Mac to stir.
Bloom sighed silently as she felt the big body in front of her move, feeling a certain comfort at the warm presence. The withers continued to move, rotating Bloom’s hooves downward as Big Mac moved. Her eyes widened and she gasped as she was squished into the mattress, the colossal farm-hoof’s body rolling squarely on top of her! Apple Bloom hollered in alarm and squirmed against her brother’s form. In seconds, she was gasping in fresh air and climbing onto her legs.
“A-a- Apple Bloom! Ah horseapples, ‘r you okay?” Big Mcintosh shouted with a start, but quickly hushed as he hovered over his little sister.
Bloom coughed as she recovered, “Koff! Koff! wh- Whoa, big b-brother! Jeez! Ah’m fine,” she spouted with a shake of the head.
With a quick inspection, hm’ing once, Big Mac nodded and patted the girl’s morning mane, “Ee-yup.” Then he turned to the door and headed down for breakfast.
Bloom turned her head as she watched him go and hopped off the big bed to follow. Mac, however, stopped her at the door, holding her with a hoof, then held his hooftip to his lips.
“Shh.”
The apple filly stopped and obeyed, letting him go first, then followed after waiting for a while. She realized it could be suspicious if they both came downstairs at the same time. Before she met the stairs, though, she trotted back to her own room to give her mane a quick brushing.
The family enjoyed a filling egg salad with toast. They all discussed their plans for the day: Granny Smith the usual lounging and weekly card night. Applejack tending the garden and inspecting the orchard, Big Mac bucking and tending the stall on the weekend shift, and Apple Bloom playing with her friends and visiting some neighbors. Everypony was in high spirits after the events of the week. They exchanged smiles as they parted, each going according to their agendas.
Apple Bloom, though, had other plans than what she spoke of. How was a small filly like her going to seduce the rock-solid Big Mcintosh? It wasn’t going to be easy, but it would be worth it in the end. The game was on!
She cantered a while toward the clubhouse, trying to throw off anypony who might have watched her leave, but after about a mile, the girl changed her course in the direction of her brother. He was in the orchard with the apple trees, of course, and she soon found him at its front end. She glanced at the growing apples, most of which were quite unripe given how early it was in the season. She knew, though, from her many farming lessons she absorbed from her brother’s and sister’s discussions, about the many different types of apples which could be harvested at different times of the year despite their normal autumn ripening. That, along with the stores of crop the family kept in cellars, helped keep their business alive and flourishing.
A.B. cantered up to her brother, trying to act casual, “Hey there, Big Mac! How’s it goin’? The apple trees doing okay?”
“Eee yup!” he replied with a prideful smile.
Bloom walked up and smiled, taking a quick glance across his body and moving her gaze on to the trees, “So I was wonderin’, you mind if I uh, y’know, shadow you today?” she heard the term in school once, in relation to cutie marks.
Mac’s expression changed immediately to suspicion.
“I mean, it’s a good time to start learnin’ with spring-time and all. I-...I promise not to get in your way. I just wanted to watch and help out, y’know? Not every day you c’n get a willin’ volunteer to help out, right?”
“Eeee…” Apple Bloom’s eyes went wide into a pout as her brother mulled over the proposition. He finally grinned, “...Yup.”
“Whoopieeee! Alright, Big Mac! I won’t let ya down! Just point me in the right direction and I’ll help with whatever ya need. Eight hooves ‘re better than four, am I right?”
The stallion simply nodded and pulled his sister into a big-hoofed, brotherly hug. Apple Bloom felt a flutter of her heart from guilt and excitement. Every time she looked at her big brother, her mind’s eye remembered his drooping phallus beneath his barrel. Every time, she imagined the size of it compared to Sun Drop’s.
Big Mac began pointing Apple Bloom around with simple one-word commands. Apple Bloom, accustomed to helping her siblings around the property, did as she was bade. She plucked apples from the ground, moved them into wooden apple buckets, moved around said buckets, and rushed back to fetch pails of water for Big Mac.
The farmgirl paused as she heard him point back towards the house and utter, “Water.”
“Huh?” This was a command she was unfamiliar with, “You need water?”
“Ee-yup. Just a pail.”
Apple Bloom trotted back to the house to fetch a pail, wondering if he was just thirsty. She returned with a simple wooden pail with the handle gripped in her teeth, filled sloshing with hose-water. Lifting his head, the stallion hooked it onto a sturdy branch above him, then he tilted the bottom of it against his snout to let the water pour out against his head and neck. His mane and neck shone in wetness, and he made a short hum of pleasure as the water soothed him from the heat and sweat. Apple Bloom watched in awe, confused and captivated at this new display. Droplets streamed down his neck and shoulders, and dripped from the ends of his mane. As the streams of water slowed, Big Mac shook himself dry.
“Thanks,” he said.
Apple Bloom picked up her jaw, “s-Sure, big brother. Let me know when you need another!” The girl never had seen him do this, and she wasn’t sure if it was really for the heat, or if there was something more going on. It was neither here nor there, though, as Big Mac continued directing her as they worked. She realized about an hour in that her brother wasn’t really ordering her as much, now that they had set up a predictable routine. The silence had gotten to be too much for her, though, so she decided to strike up some conversation.
“Hey Big Mac, you remember doing algebra in school?”
“Ee-yup,” Mac hammered his huge back hoof against a tree and there was a hail of apples.
“It’s a lot of work! Those problems get pretty long. Have you ever even done any algebra in real life?” Apple Bloom helped pick up apples and set them into the apple buckets.
“Ee-yup! Lots of apples to count, lots of apples to sell. Gotta figure in prices and sales to see how much we make,” Big Mac continued picking up apples, getting closer to his sister.
Apple Bloom purposefully turned her back toward her brother, sensing an opportunity. Butterflies invaded her gut as she swished her tail playfully. She lowered her front and raised her tail as she spoke, “Ya ever hear the joke ‘one plus one equals three?”
“Heh heh, Ee-yuhhh…” Big Macintosh's brain stopped mid-yup, interrupted by his eyes staring at his sister’s full moon. Her tail was purposefully shifted aside. Crescents defined the curves of her small ass and the smooth, shiny folds between her taut cheeks. She was obviously an unripe apple, smaller, skinnier, hardly any marely features. Then, Big Mac watched his sister’s vulva purposefully wink, and his loins stirred as those loins reminded him how extremely tight she would be. As quickly as he could, he shifted his gaze to her face, seeing a bright apple held in her teeth. She looked back at him with an unsure, wide-eyed stare. For a second, they locked eye contact with the same expression. The moment passed as Apple Bloom’s apple crushed under pressure, sending a chunk into her mouth and the rest onto the ground.
Bloom grimaced a smile, “Oops! Sorry!” She apologized and she recovered her posture.
They continued their work. Big Mac bucked and Apple Bloom picked. More and more, Apple Bloom caught her brother looking at her plot from the corners of her big eyes, and every time she did she watched his undercarriage when he turned away. It was obvious that she was getting through to him by the look of his engorged sheath.
Apple Bloom made light of their work, talking about school, her friends, her teacher, and her adventures with the CMC. She thought she shouldn’t talk about the past week, though. That would be too awkward. She did end up fetching him several more pails of water. The hulking stallion probably did not imagine that getting himself wet was doing wonders getting his sister wet, but he stopped asking for more pails after noticing her absent-mindedly itching her hind legs together while she watched him.
Finally, after a morning of apple-bucking, it was time for Big Mac to haul his yield to market. To Apple Bloom’s dismay, he denied her company with him into town.
“Last time Applejack gave up two bushels because of yer tom-foolery. Run off and look for your friends, li’l sis.”
Apple Bloom had to agree that she made a little mess of things that time she was with Applejack and she was trying to get her cutie mark. It was just as well since they wouldn’t be as alone together in the crowded marketplace as they were in the orchards. She sighed and nodded, kicking a pebble.
“Have a good day, then.”
“Eeee-yup!” Mac smiled and gave his sister a playful noogie. She giggled and shrunk away, smiling up at him and fixing her mane. Then he turned away and started off towards the market with his apple cart. She watched his plot as he went, wondering where she went wrong. It was probably biting into the apple too hard, she theorized.
Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle were not at the club-house as she expected, so she went off in search of them in their usual spots. She found them hanging around by the school house where they were bouncing a ball around. After she joined in, Scootaloo immediately asked her about last night.
“Soooooo, did anything happen yesterday? Last night?” She waggled her eyebrows.
“Yeah, did you get you-know-who to you-know-what to you?” Sweetie joined.
Apple Bloom checked for eavesdroppers, “No,” she admitted, “but I did, um, sleep in his bed last night.”
Scoots grabbed the ball, stopping the play and ensuring that all the focus was on her, “Just stop with that guilty stuff, okay Apple Bloom?” she commanded, “There’s no reason to be nervous around us, especially after what we’ve all been through together.” The girl looked from side to side, though, just to be safe, then looked her friend straight in the eye, “Just say it: ‘I want to have sex with my brother!’”
Apple Bloom smirked despite her blush, and she glanced at Sweetie, who was looking slightly perplexed.
“Say it Apple Bloom!” Scoots ordered.
“a-Ah-”
“Say it fast and sure!”
“I want to have sex with my brother! Hehe!” Apple Bloom couldn’t help her giggling, bringing out playful laughs from her friends. Satisfied, Scootaloo returned to bouncing the ball around, friend-to-friend.
“So you just slept?” She asked.
“Yeah, he just told me to go to sleep. But then this morning! I showed off my butt to him while I was facing away and I’m pretty sure he was staring at my pussy!”
Sweetie gasped, “Oh! That’s a good sign!”
Apple Bloom returned home at the end of the day, having spent it playing with the CMC. Sweetie suggested they try their hooves at bead-working, but Scootaloo stuck her tongue out at that and she left for home, Apple Bloom soon after.
The filly enjoyed a relaxing dinner with her family. While she ate, it seemed like everypony was in good spirits and satisfied with their day, and it felt to her like if things could go back to normal so easily, maybe she should too. It really was too much to ask of her brother, and besides he already had Applejack. The last thought was held with some bitterness, but Apple Bloom knew it wasn’t right to be envious. Maybe, though, sometime in the future. Someday…
Apple Bloom stirred awake. Was it her imagination, or was that a creak from her door opening? As she opened her eyes, she heard hoofsteps through the door and a darling southern mare’s accent floated to her ears.
“Apple Bloom,” it sang, inviting her to awaken.
“Huh? Applejack?” She then realized there were hoofsteps for two. She lifted her head, fully awake now, and she saw her brother as well, “And Big Mac? What’s going on?” Apple Bloom asked, bewildered.
Sturdy Applejack leapt onto the bed, surprising her sister. She snuggled her affectionately and giggled, “Is my tramp of a little sister tryin’ to seduce her brother away from me?”
Apple Bloom whooped at the surprise snuggle, then she blushed at the question, quite evidently when Big Mac lit the nightstand lamp.
Big Mac took one look at his youngest sister’s flustered expression and he couldn't help but smirk at her ‘uh’-ing and ‘um’-ing.
“Eee-yup,” the tall young stallion definitively finished for her.
Applejack stroked her sister’s mane to calm her down, “Aww, now don't you worry none, sugarcube, it's alright,” she stopped herself to collect her thoughts, “I mean, after the past week I can understand that you'd be curious. Especially after already seein’ Big Mac’s namesake two times now? One of them bein’ when I was handlin’ it, right?”
Apple Bloom saw Big Mac scoot up behind AJ and give his sister a hearty hoofslap to her plot, making AJ let out a cute whinney in alarm. Her little heart was racing as her brother and sister carried on in a way she had never seen, and spoke of these new things just casually.
“AJ, you... but I thought… I thought these things were supposed to stay between two ponies that loved each other a lot and got married and were supposed to have foals an never leave each other an were old ‘nuff an an an not...” she looked down, as if she should be ashamed for bringing this stuff up. Especially since they were all, “brothers and sisters?”
AJ and Big Mac exchanged looks, then they looked down, “Yer right, sugarcube, “said Applejack, “I don't really know how it started, but when ya think about it, we were two ponies, filly and colt, alone on a farm with our parents gone and a grandma and a foal to care for. Not to mention a big farm to look after. I think we just got stressed out and, ya know... needy. Not like last week kinda needy, heh no, just regular needy--”
“You two were doing it for that long?!” Apple Bloom interrupted, “I thought it was just last Monday!” All three fell silent a short moment, until Bloom continued,”b-But what about, you know,” AB, sitting up in bed now, gave her tummy a rub.
“Oh that? We weren't that dumb o’ course. By combinin’ our allowances we were able to get some contraceptive potions.
“But anyway," AJ tried to downplay her oversharing, "speakin’a last week, maybe ya’ll should tell us about yours. Leavin’ out Monday night o’course. We already know about that part.”
Apple Bloom started with a blush with her memories of her time with the CMC. AJ winced as she heard about the perversion of Miss Cheerilee, she struggled with her anger hearing about Twilight’s out-of-control plant, blushed as she heard of the three girls experimentations, smiled as she heard about Sun Burst, blushed again as she was told of their foursome, and cheered with a whoop as she heard of their mission to the hermit couple's home. Bloom decided that the incident with Scootaloo should be left for Scootaloo to tell.
Big Mac sat open-legged across from them on the floor sharing AJ’s reactions for the most part, but Apple Bloom would often get distracted as she saw the reactions of Big Mac’s penis to parts of her story. She watched it get big and soft as she spoke, basically in response to the steamy parts. If there was a long section of story between sexual events, it retreated back into its sheath, softened. By the end of the story, she was looking over at him as she started into a sexual part. She giggled as she watched him harden quickly when she started talking about the time with Scootaloo, Sun Burst, and Sweetie Belle. It was almost like a game for her, and her lips curled up into a giddy grin as she played.
“I think he liked it, Apple Bloom,” Applejack said, matter-of-factly.
The little sister giggled, “Mac, did you sit there on purpose?”
Big Mac nodded and said, “Yup ma’am.” The stallion's cock once again started to press out of his sheath.
“You wanna stick that big cock in Applejack?” She asked, the words sounding extra taboo coming from the youngest sister’s little voice.
Big Mac grinned wide and chuckled, embarrassment in his voice as he heard his precious sister speak with such words, but his cock sprang up hard at them, “Eeeyup ma’am!”
Without skipping a beat, the big pony rose up and walked to the bed. With both his sisters beneath him, he hefted his body onto the bed straddling them.
Applejack moved into a receptive position as her brother approached, “Oh my, I think you lit the fires young’un,” she smiled at her sister, “c’mere an’ scoot yer li’l plot under me.”
Bloom’s body was on fire and her heart pounded in her chest. She laid down on her back and spread her legs for her sister, revealing how sopping wet she had gotten during her story.
“Hooo Sister! You look how I feel. Now, how ‘bout you do yer sister a favor and tell him to stick me with that big cock, heheh!”
Bloom smirked and grinned, her neck fur prickling as she gazed at her siblings and finally gave the order, “b-Big Mac, stick that big cock in my sister!”
Apple Bloom felt a wave of elation watching the coupling of her sister and brother together. She moaned out a sigh as she watched them entwined, slack-jawed, in the pleasure of their sex. She was already hoofing herself. They whispered words of their pleasures. Apple Bloom saw in Applejack’s face when Mac hilted inside her, making the two shiver at the feeling. Then Big Mac started moving, rocking the bed frame slightly. Apple Bloom heard it creak under the swaying motion, and with it she heard the wetness sliding between her siblings’ bodies.
As the tension grew, they felt more comfortable sharing their voices. Bloom could hear how good AJ was feeling, making her own pussy feel even better! She let them both know with her own voice, her young, little voice moaning and squealing.
AJ bit her lower lip, and spoke between breaths, “b-Big Mac...our li’l sis… watchin’ us fuck… and cloppin’ to it right in front of me!” The young mare moaned loud as her climax started, her hot canal gripping and milking her brother for his cum!
Apple Bloom could feel the climax in her sister. She sucked in a gasp and yelled in her lust, “Fuck! Fuck my sister! Fuck her hard and cum in her!” Her pussy twitched against her hoof, energetically milking a shaft that wasn’t there.
Big Mcintosh’s voice rumbled a needy growl as his hips pounded away like they have so many times in the past against his sister’s strong ass, but his climax reared up much sooner as his ears picked lapped up the sound of his youngest sister cheering him on! His tip flared, and the draft pony made a great, long moan in his pleasure. His moan became a suppressed roar as he began unloading hefty threads of his seed into their rightful place: deep into the deepest depths of his younger sister! His lover milked out every last drop as he pressed his hips firmly against her, dutifully offering his essence in full.
The siblings huffed and puffed in afterglow. The youthful equines squirmed as their pleasure-soaked minds started returning to the world. Slack-jawed and panting with her brows lifted up, Applejack looked down at her pretty, red-headed little sister. She grinded back against Big Mac as his tool filled her with everything it could offer, closing her eyes again. She flinched as an unexpected little hoof pressed in against her belly and explored from the outside where that flaring tip and its seed would be.
Apple Bloom bit her lower lip as she explored, her hoof slick with her own emissions, and she pressed it firmly against her sister's belly and nether region. Her hoof grazed against her sister's more-developed teets, and even brushed up against her slit. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding, and she asked with a quiet, pleading tone, "Sis, I wanna try out Big Mac too. 'sthat okay?"
"Heh," Applejack smiled wide, "Thought you'd never ask, sugercube. But you better be ready for a ride, this apple bucker is bigger'n your average colt. I'm wonderin' how much of him y'all can even fit, t'be perfectly honest," With a wet sound and an easy balancing act, A.J. scooted out from under her brother, then the mare was off the bed and hovering over her younger sister. Big Mac shifted his weight to help.
At long last, Apple Bloom knew that there was nothing left between herself and the impressive, red form of her big brother. She peered downward and a light gasp escaped her lips. There between his legs drooped his massive tree-trunk-like penis, engorged in post-coital swollenness. The veiny surface was slick with the mixture of its semen and Applejack's juices. Her sister's words hung in her mind as she gazed on it, this being the first time taking in the sight of a fully-grown, larger-than-average male spire like this.
"Alright sweetie, turn yourself around so it'll go in easier. I think I was able to take off the full force of his passion, so I think he'll be able to take it easy on you-"
"Big Mac, I want you to fuck me! Fuck me like AJ! I want you to do me hard! I want you in me so bad! I've been waiting all week for this!"
Unseen by Apple Bloom, Mac and A.J. exchanged blushed glances. Applejack said, "Well you heard the little lady, Big Mac!"
"Eeee yup!"
Apple Bloom was, despite all she had gone through to arrive at this point, still surprised by her words. There was no more time to think on it, though. The mattress rocked as her brother closed in around her, engulfing her, becoming her world. She suppressed the urge to look back. Instead she tensed and closed her eyes, as if she was about to jump into a cold lake all at once. Big Macintosh brushed himself up against her body. His wet shaft caressed her raised haunches, only triggering her brain to raise them even more. She could even feel it harden as he pressed it up against her entrance and spread her blushing lips apart.
Big Macintosh purred. His rumbling voice penetrated the core and his breath washed against the filly's ear, “Yer in fer a ride, li’l filly. I’m gonna fuck you wild! I’ll make you a mare alright, just like your sis. Just let Big Mac take care of it.”
Apple Bloom rocked her hips back and forth in anticipation and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Everypony knew that the occasional sentences Big Macintosh made were indeed quite the occasion. As he spoke she could feel him becoming fully erect, and then she could feel his tip pressing against her entrance. Her lips parted wider, and wider, and wider, and wider still! AB shut her eyes fast as the strain took its toll on her small body. She pushed back on him more and more as she widened for him, wanting herself to be full of him, needing herself to be screwed mercilessly, and knowing that he wanted to be inside her just as much!
There was a popping feeling!
“AH! Big Mac!”
The first bits were inside! AB could feel Big Mac’s cock taking up quite a bit of space just with his tip inside her. It was distressing for her to think that he wouldn’t be able to fit himself fully inside, but it was something she had already imagined. After all, she was still growing, and she took comfort in the fact that her smallness wouldn’t always be.
Apple Bloom gasped as her sibling probed his length deeper inside. Her walls squeezed and massaged instinctually, and they gripped that member Apple-family hard! AB’s mind was numbing, her thoughts a-whirl. Her world was once-again becoming solely her body, his body, and pushing back against him.
Against her deepest parts, the giant stallion was able to reach not even a half of his usable length. He huffed, almost impatient, “NNnnnngth! Daaamn, filly!”
AB replied, eyes flicking open, “fuh-Fuck me!”
The stallion didn’t need telling twice. Before the words finished leaving the girl’s lips, Mac’s hips were moving. All-the-better too, the more he moved it seemed the easier things went. Apple Bloom’s immature voice echoed through the room as she sighed and panted, mixed with the baritone grunts of her older brother’s. The rhythmic sounds of sex once again arose.
Off-rhythm, though, was Applejack who gazed in amazement at the pair, and had started to hoof herself off. She smiled as she watched the familiar look of concentration take root on the faces of her brother and precious little sister. It was a sight to behold. Her own body was not as big as her brother’s, but with her muscles and stature she did come close. Her little sister, though, was less than half his size, and that clearly showed now! At the end of the bed, AJ had a perfect view of the union between bodies. With how he was pounding away and how Apple Bloom lifted her body to him, she could see her little belly being pushed out from the inside! She could even hear her sister’s breaths matching the pace of those powerful thrusts, and she couldn’t help but match that pace with her own hoofjob. A part if her wished to be that small again, if only to feel that intensity!
Nopony could speak. The heat rose and rose, the passion doubling. Breaths came shorter. Big Mac had shifted his position and he held his lover tight in his fore-hooves. Little Apple Bloom shoved her body backwards against him with all the strength she could muster, as if her very survival depended on doing so. She arched her back and her body convulsed in waves as her tail root brushed up with Big Mac’s underside. The convulsions spurred on her orgasm, which overwhelmed her body into a spasming mess. Big Mac doubled his speed again as the tiny body under him started to cum around his pre-flaring cock!
Big Macintosh howled in ecstasy as his orgasm took his mind! Apple Bloom and Applejack moaned along with him! His hips jolted the last of his thrusts as the first of many waves of seed shot forth! AB felt something warm and wet erupt within her body, and she felt something else warm and wet tugging against her mane, realizing that her brother was grasping it in his teeth! Big Mac continued to nibble, then kissed her neck. The kissing became aggressive nuzzling, his breath plentiful against her upper spine.
She felt hot. She felt full. She felt wonderfully exhausted.
When she awoke in the morning, Apple Bloom was smiling. Smiling as if waking from a very good dream.
The dream had monsters, heroes, and villains. In the end, the heroine got her prince, and she got to share him with her sister forever. The end.
Apple Bloom heard her sister call her, as if for the second time, “Apple Bloom it’s time for school, sugarcube!” Hoof-clops came from the hallway towards her door. Apple Bloom pressed her hoof to her belly and noticed she had this strange feeling of fullness there, even though she was hungry for breakfast. She checked with her hoof, drawing it against her nether region and taking a sniff. She smiled to sense her brother’s scent.
Apple Bloom saw her door crack open and Applejack lean against the frame, “Alright, hun, I know yer really hot stuff, but ya still gotta get that ass to school. Ya want some breakfast?”
