Orgasm Has Changed

Apple Bloom had only orgasmed twice before. Her first had been a year ago, which was a huge length of time for a filly so young. The three Crusaders had met in the clubhouse that summer, and were talking about their latest attempt to get butter churning cutie marks. Predictably it had ended up with them covered head to toe in slippery butter fat. Which they were cleaning off with the copious amounts of cleaning products that they had begun stashing in the clubhouse, for any emergency they might get their manes and coats into.

“Hah, Scootaloo your hair is all shiny,” Apple Bloom said to her with a laugh.

“Yours is too,” Sweetie pointed out to Apple Bloom, rubbing her own forelocks with an increasingly greasy towel.

“This stuff doesn’t feel half bad actually,” Scootaloo said, as she wiped the towel down her smooth orange curves.

“It feels good, but there’s too much of it,” Sweetie Belle informed, “Sometimes Rarity has me put oil in my fur to moisten the skin and bring out the sheen, but it’s only a little bit.”

“Hey Sweetie could you get my back?” Apple Bloom asked, tossing Sweetie a fresh towel. It really did feel nice, as messy and slippery as it was. She mmm’d leaning into Sweetie’s minstrations, especially as the unicorn got down lower around her tail.

“Heh, you’re really enjoying that huh?” Scootaloo jibed at Apple Bloom. Both Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle blushed beet red as they realized just where Sweetie was rubbing that towel.

“W-well yeah it’s natural to feel good um...” Apple lifted a hoof uncertainly, “...down there.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it!” Scootaloo declared bravely backpedalling her attitude. “Nothing wrong with it! It feels good for me too!”

“Do you ever,” Sweetie asked nervously, “...touch yourself there?”

“Yeah,” Scootaloo said defensively, “So what? Don’t you?”

Sweetie Belle smiled at that and nodded, her hooves braced between her legs in a sitting position to hold herself up, not in any sort of pleasurable fashion.

“Everypony does it,” Scootaloo asserted. “You do too, Apple Bloom.”

Apple Bloom stopped wiping off her leg and looked at Scootaloo nervously, saying “Yeah I um... ah really haven’t all that much, um, I haven’t done it, but... but there’s nothing wrong with it!”

“Well– then–” Scootaloo said haltingly, her pride not enjoying being proven wrong, “You did it just now, when Sweetie Belle was wiping you off! It doesn’t have to be just your hooves!”

Apple Bloom touched her cheek, eyes distant at the realization, and her smooth yellow rump hit the ground in shock. “Ah... ah guess I did. It weren’t nothing special though. I was just... it felt nice I wasn’t trying to touch mahself.”

“Do you want to?” Sweetie Belle asked Apple Bloom seriously, perhaps even... hopefully?

Apple Bloom composed herself gracefully and emitted an eloquent response, “T-there’s nothin’ wrong with–ah–ah guess I could but... but ah mean I’m not gonna run off by mahself and leave you girls, just to get some privacy. We still gotta record our findin’s about butterification.” Smooth.

“You don’t have to have privacy,” Sweetie Belle pointed out.

Apple Bloom gaped at the sweet, innocent, unsullied, naive, greased up little unicorn saying, “Did– did you just say what ah thought you were sayin?”

“I like the way you think, Sweetie Belle,” Scootaloo said, nudging her in the shoulder. Scootaloo slipped and fell over again then, grumbled, and crawled back to wipe the rest of the butter off her hooves.

“There’s nothing wrong with it,” Sweetie parrotted, adding, “I mean... I don’t mind.”

“You wanna... touch yourself right now?” Apple Bloom said in a slightly worried tone, watching the unicorn’s hooves warily. “With us right here in front of you?”

“No,” Sweetie pressed, “I want you to—” and then she hit her decency limit and shut up hiding her blushing face behind her pasterns.

Apple Bloom stared in silence, before a chuckle built up in her chest. “Y’know Sweetie Belle ah didn’t know–ah didn’t think we were like that.”

“Ugh,” Sweetie said looking away from Apple Bloom in disgust, “We’re not I’m just curious I–”

She was looking at Scootaloo when she cut off, and Apple Bloom turned to see the pegasus looking away from Sweetie Belle with a hurt look in her eyes. Did Scootaloo want to be? Did Sweetie? Shaking her head, Apple Bloom just decided to go with what never failed her, that is, the truth.

“We’re best friends, ain’t we?” Apple Bloom asked, and both of them nodded. “Ah like it when you’re happy, and you like it when ah am, it’s natural. So uh, we don’t have to be like, special someponies or somethin’ we just y’know... we’re already best friends, so we’re already close enough that we can do it... together. That make any sense?”

“We don’t have to be best friends,” Scootaloo protested, “I would totally do it even if somepony else was here. It’s just that you make me want to, to... you know... do it.”

“Our parents might disagree,” Sweetie said glumly.

“Well hey,” Apple Bloom said, patting Sweetie on the head, “Just because it’s okay with us doesn’t mean you have to go telling everyone. I’d be fine if you just... wanted to do it here, and ah’d never tell a soul if you didn’t want me to.”

“I kind of do now,” Sweetie admitted crossing her hoof. “We started talking about it and... and I’ve never gotten to show anypony before. It’s kind of sad just doing it by myself.”

“If you’re comfortable with it, then ah’m comfortable with it,” Apple Bloom said agreeably, though her heart was beating too fast to make her believe those words.

“Okay here’s how we’ll do it,” Scootaloo said definitively, “We each do it so nopony feels left out, and that way we’re all in it together, and we never tell a soul what we did. Then it’ll be okay, because we’re all friends and... and friends can know.”

“All... three of us?” Apple Bloom said in a small voice.

“It wouldn’t be fair if we didn’t get to see you doing it,” Scootaloo argued transparently, “But if we all do it then it’s fair.”

“But ah don’t know how!” Apple Bloom protested, despite her own soft oily thighs not protesting the prospect of being touched at all.

“It’s easy,” Scootaloo said, “I’ll show you, then you can do it too.”

“And I’ll show you too!” Sweetie said excitedly to Apple Bloom.

“Ah dunno...” Apple Bloom said hesitantly.

“We’ll spit swear never to tell another living soul,” Scootaloo said invoking the ancient technique of add rituals until it starts to feel official. “T-then we get to see each other... you know, just sharing techniques. I just did what feels good, but I want to know what works for you...”

Something deep within Apple Bloom welled up with eagerness as she thought about the forbidden knowledge, of what makes her friends feel good between their legs. It was something she didn’t even know about her own sister, and here were her two best friends ready not only to give that to her, but help her do it too.

“Alright ah’ll do it,” she asserted, spitting on her hoof and holding it out. Scootaloo did the same. Sweetie did the same...very reluctant to spit on her hoof, but did the same. They touched hooves together and the pact was sealed.

“I mean it’s nothing big,” Scootaloo said in the awkward silence that followed with none of them sure of how to start. “It’s no big deal,” she insisted half to herself, leaning back and spreading her legs, reaching down with a forehoof to push at her tiny soft mound. “See, no problem!” she said. “Just touching there, nothing wrong with it.”

Sweetie Belle giggled then, and sat back on some pillows, gently spreading her own legs where her subtle slit was there on the smooth curve of her groin. “Go ahead, Sweetie,” Scootaloo encouraged her, and Sweetie put her own hoof between her legs, at first shyly, but then she started pushing at herself down there, and a giggle came up from inside her, “Haha, see? I’m doing it!” she exclaimed, grinning in relief.

Not to be outdone, Apple Bloom pulled up a beanbag and sat back on it, spreading her legs like she casually did all the time, but this was a bit special now. She could see her belly curving down to where her mound was, with her bright red tail sticking out below her. “Alright,” she said in a practical tone, “Since y’all did it, then ah’ll do it too.” Then taking in a deep breath she reached her hoof down there and, felt around.

Now, Apple Bloom wasn’t no idiot. The bony ridge of her hoof wasn’t what Apple Bloom was going to put to use. It was pretty obvious to use the soft thick pad that absorbs the shock of her hoofsteps, so she pushed it right up against her mound. And it felt... surprisingly nice. The more she did it, the less it felt like she was just ...adjusting after urinating. It was giving her a pleasant, warm, rosy feeling. “So, like this?” she asked, looking to her friends for confirmation.

“Haha, no,” Scootaloo said, “I was just doing that so you could see me touch myself before I really got into it. Here’s what you do. You put your hoof here, like this, and...” Scootaloo placed a hoof on either one of her inner thighs, and by pulling on either side of her mound, it caused her labia to part like a lover’s kiss, revealing the glistening thick pink flesh within.

“Haha, that’s kinda gross lookin,” Apple Bloom said pointing a hoof, “Does mine look like that?” She mimicked Scootaloo, pushing on either side of her own mound. When her labia spread apart it was more of a shock than she expected. Between getting unknowingly excited earlier, and the act she was currently engaging in, the sudden feel of the cool summer breeze on there filled her with a thrill she couldn’t quite put to words. “Woah,” she said eloquently.

“Feels good, huh?” Scootaloo said, pushing her hoof into her spread vaginal lips more firmly than she did before. “It’s totally gross in there,” she added indulgently, “It gets really slimy too. It’s great.”

“I–is that, but that’s terrible not great!” Apple Bloom protested. “You goin’ around pettin’ slugs now?”

Scootaloo got wide eyes now, saying, “Huh, it is kind of like a pink slug. But no it’s not as sticky, and it feels real good. I mean,” she waved her hoof in demonstration, “I don’t go petting slugs because my hoof isn’t what feels good. This is!” then she pointed her hoof down to her labia.

“Just try it,” Sweetie Belle urged Apple Bloom, “You won’t mind petting it I promise.”

“Well okay...” Apple Bloom said hesitantly, putting her hoof back down to wedge the pad in between her labia, right up against where she peed from. She actually wasn’t slimy in there, just soft, smooth and warm, and her labia were sort of feeling like whispery touches against her. The weirdest part about it was her frog felt really rough. It was weird because, what could have been feeling her frog being rough? Only answer was Apple Bloom was feeling her own hoof with that place in her groin.

“I-it’s kinda rough,” Apple Bloom said closing one eye in thought, trying to process the feelings unconsciously bubbling through her.

“That’s why you wanna get slimy,” Scootaloo offered, “It keeps it from being rough.”

“How do ah do that, then?” Apple Bloom asked, curiously feeling no more reluctance to stick her hoof in some messy slimy thing.

“Just keep touching yourself really carefully,” Scootaloo answered, “Eventually it just starts coming out.”

“Comin’ out where?”

“Uhm... from this one place in your girl thing,” Scootaloo said with perfect and total lack of clarity.

“Ah hope we get a class on this stuff soon,” Apple Bloom complained, “This thing is weird, and there’s a lot more to it than I can figure out.”

“Oh Scootaloo,” Sweetie Belle said in a dreamy teasing tone. She had her eyes half closed and her hips were gently rocking in place. “It’s not just touching that.”

She turned to Apple Bloom and suggested, “Touch your nipples too!”

The unicorn was touching her nipples, just softly kneading at them with her hooves. She didn’t even have a hoof on her labia, but Sweetie was getting excited down there, somehow. In fact as Apple Bloom watched, a tiny bead of moisture glimmered, emerging from inside Sweetie and trailing down her vulva.

Apple Bloom looked at her own teats. The fur got really short there and very thin and soft, leaving the bottom of her belly almost naked. She heard that teats were where you got milk from, but it didn’t look anything like a cow. She didn’t have a big fat udder with like six nipples on top of it, just one teat on either side on the underside of her belly, slightly darker in color than the rest of her flesh. Of course that is why cows made all the milk, because they had like, superteats, but it was still kind of weird to look at her own belly and see the things that made milk as an actual part of her body. It was the sort of thing you don’t even consider unless you’re actually thinking about them.

Bloom pulled her hoof out from her labia, which felt kind of good the way they slipped around it grabbily as she pulled out, though it was only a moment until she was free again. Then under Sweetie’s advice she went and brought her hooves to her teats, pressing down on them a little.

“Not sure what ah’m supposed to be feelin,” Apple Bloom said uncertainly, massaging a bit. They did feel very very soft and plusher than she would expect from how little they bulged outward. And there was kind of a satisfying oomph feeling deep down in her whenever she put pressure on one of them.

“The nipples,” Sweetie repeated, “Try stroking the nipples, very gently.”

And so Apple Bloom learned that she did in fact love her breasts very much. “Wow,” she said in unabashed admiration. The slight gentle strokes should have just tickled her and made her giggle, but they tickled in a good way, one that didn’t make her want to squeal or scream or cringe away at all.

“Nnnh,” Scootaloo said under her breath. Apple Bloom looked at her and saw that Scootaloo had one hoof on her nipple too, but the other was firmly wedged in between her legs. The pegasus was hunched forward with her eyes closed and a look of intent on her face, her hips rocking like Sweetie Belle’s as if to push back against her hoof repeatedly, her wings fluttering and then folding still and then fluttering again. Scootaloo was really into it, and that was kind of making Apple Bloom...

She was starting to feel really weird in her gut, like goose bumps but inside. It was exciting. It was a heady excitement being right there when her friend was doing something so forbidden, and trusting her enough to just do it right in front of her. Apple Bloom pressed against her teats more firmly, the little nibs standing up against her hoof pads. It felt like a gentle wave of satisfaction was emerging from her groin every time she slid her hoof along and tweaked–

“Apple Bloom, you’re doing it!” Sweetie Belle declared. Even Scootaloo was looking now.

“Doin’ what?” Apple Bloom said, still rubbing herself like that. She figured it must be the right thing to do, if they were impressed about something.

“Try touching your groin again,” Scootaloo said in a husky tone. That pegasus really loved groins or something. Apple Bloom reached a hoof down to her groin and–

“Eww,” she said, pulling back soon as she touched down. Apple Bloom’s groin was all slippery and wet down there! When had that happened? It was even trailing in a thin strand from her hoof when she pulled it up.

“No, no that’s good,” Sweetie said, squirming her own legs together. “See if your frog still feels rough in there now.”

Reluctantly Apple Bloom returned her hoof to her groin. It certainly wasn’t the stickiest thing she’d ever thrust her hoof into. She used one hoof to spread her labia and the other to wedge in there so she could contact her inner flesh with that pad on her hoof. Just as the other two had explained, Apple Bloom felt nothing rough or dry down there. Just a steady warm pressure, and now a pleasant sliding motion when she moved her hoof around. She couldn’t slide it like that back when she wasn’t all slimy. The sliding felt way better, and let her tug at her labia which made her want to just bite her lip and go,

“Ooooh yeah,”

Sweetie Belle giggled. Oops, Apple Bloom did say that out loud didn’t she. “Y-you’re right you two,” Apple Bloom said, unconsciously humping against her groin as the feelings spread from there in little ripples, “Bein’ slimy is great!”

Sweetie was just paying the most gentle attention to her petals, which left her moisture to drool out in a tiny trickle gathered on her hoof, then leaning back and giving a happy sigh while rubbing tender circles around her nipple with the moisture she collected from below. Scootaloo on the other hoof was smearing it all around her groin in her quest for intense stimulation. Sweetie looked like she was having fun, but Apple Bloom found herself captivated by Scootaloo’s intensity, as the pegasus was losing herself so thrillingly in pleasure. Captivated enough that Apple Bloom pretty much forgot about her own stimulation. She was just idly stroking her right nipple and let the moist slime her ‘little pink slug’ was generating run messily over her hoof, when Scootaloo did a...

When Scootaloo did a thing.

“Ahh, yes!” Scootaloo declared loudly, at the slippery hoof she was rubbing down there. She seemed to notice how loud she was, and that the other two were pretty much just watching her, and stopped. She blushed and said all apologetically “Heh, sorry my thing came out. There’s a thing it... it comes out and feels really good. It’s like a button.”

“I ain’t felt nothin’ like that,” Apple Bloom said skeptically. Skepticism aside she was not in the least bit reluctant to smooze around with her groin again with a hoof. “It does feel real nice though.”

“You gotta keep at it,” Scootaloo said, rubbing her groin again, licking her lips dryly. “You gotta... if you do it really hard and feel really good then it comes... out, ohhh yeah like that.”

“Can ah see?” Apple Bloom asked, leaning closer to the pegasus.

Scootaloo paused again, saying hesitantly, “Er, yeah I... I mean I guess it couldn’t hurt to show you but it’s hard to do if I’m not touching myself and you can’t see it if I am.”

“Oh, alright,” Apple Bloom said, “Ah’ll try to do it mahself ah guess.”

“N-no I can do it it’s just tricky. I gotta mmnf... get really excited first...”

Scootaloo beckoned over Apple Bloom, and Sweetie Belle joined too, with Scootaloo’s other hoof stimulating herself with a practiced ease. She pulled her hoof away then, and placed both hooves on either side of her labia spreading them apart. Scootaloo looked kind of out of it with her pupils dilated like that, but she was there enough to speak, saying,

“Okay, here goes... there I got... I’m open in front of... in front of you and I just have to...” her look of fierce concentration on her face broke into a gasp of pleasure as she exclaimed, “Ah, yes!” in a heavy emotional tone. Fortunately both Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle missed that face’s beautiful display though, because if they hadn’t they would have missed seeing Scootaloo’s genitals, and if they did that, they wouldn’t have believed what they saw those things do.

Soon as Scootaloo cried out, her insides contorted turgidly. Almost coming out of her labia entirely was a bulging ridge with a round fleshy bump on the top, “the top” being the side of her slit towards her belly button. As soon as that slimy apparatus bulged out of her it retreated back in again, in one smooth movement.

Their vision was blocked by Scootaloo’s hoof again, as she was hoofing herself urgently now, the feel of doing that in front of her friends just driving her crazy. “A-and that’s it,” Scootaloo said tensely, “I just... do that and I can touch myself and... and then I orgasm.”

“You can orgasm?” Sweetie Belle said surprised.

“Heard about that,” Apple Bloom said, “But ah never did it before. You got it figured out, Scootaloo?”

“Scootaloo?”

“Hhh... yes, but,” Scootaloo said in a slightly irritated tone. “I can’t do it and talk so, just... do yourself too. It’s... it’s pretty obvious when it happens you won’t miss it.” Then she squirmed wordlessly against her own hoof, giving a satisfied mmmmm.

Sweetie and Apple Bloom both backed up to try it, but really they were more interested in seeing Scootaloo do it. Apple Bloom tried to copy Scootaloo’s movements, but without asking any questions she was kind of up a creek. Sweetie didn’t seem eager to do that orgasm thing at all, just rubbing herself and smiling indulgently, staring over her belly at Scootaloo with more than a hint of lust.

Scootaloo’s exhalations started to get noisy, some cross between cries and huffs. Her voice came into it more and more as her entire lower body arched needily against her sopping wet hoof. Just when it looked like Scootaloo couldn’t get any more excited, her voice started to rise in pitch, each cry more urgent than the last. And then suddenly, with a loud, “Ahhh!” Scootaloo orgasmed.

Apple Bloom couldn’t even tell what was going on with her, only that the pegasus went quiet all of a sudden, and bucked strongly but automatically against her already forgotten hoof. When Scootaloo gave a needy moan and her hoof dropped away, it was so bizarre, because Scootaloo’s mound was twitching, not to any stimulation, but more like to a regular beat, like it was firing off to a rhythm. In accordance of this rhythm were Scootaloo’s other movements, where when the twitching intensified her back arched, and when another time her foot kicked out into empty air and just hung there twitching with the rhythm.

Then it slowed down, and you could see Scootaloo visibly relax. Even the pillows underneath her seemed to sink more. “Ahhh,” she said in a supremely satisfied tone, hiccupping and letting her eyes drift open looking at the other two lazily. “That was awesome.”

Scootaloo sat up with difficulty, a look of surprise on her face as she repeated, “That was awesome. I’ve never... been able to say that before. There was no one to say it to when it... happened.” She looked at them again with a bit more focus, saying with a triumphant smile, and a slight quaver of emotion, “That. Was. Awesome.”

“You were all buckin’ and twitchy,” Apple Bloom said with an approving smile.

“Yeah I get like that when my inside...” Scootaloo paused confusedly, “When my girl thing starts clenching down like that.”

“Clenching down?” Sweetie Belle asked curiously.

“Yeah,” Scootaloo said, curling her hoof forward to squeeze against itself at the same rhythm that her groin had been twitching, “Like this, except it’s something between my legs. That’s the orgasm.”

“Clenching huh,” Apple Bloom said thoughtfully, mimicking Scootaloo’s empty hoof clench and trying to imagine something down there doing that. It... sounded really really good. “So uh... how do I do that clenching thing?” she asked Scootaloo.

“You just have to keep stroking it, and the button,” Scootaloo said, “It feels better and better, and then pow! Orgasm! And then you’re clenching. You don’t even have to stroke anything to feel better then.”

“You can’t just, y’know, clench?” Apple Bloom said, demonstrating with a hoof again.

“Umm... not really...” Scootaloo said uncertainly, “It just only does it on its own. I mean it sometimes does before the orgasm, but the orgasm is where it just does it again and again. You just keep feeling better with every clench, and you can’t stop clenching no matter how hard you try. Even when it stops you feel great!”

“Sounds kind of scary,” Sweetie Belle admitted.

“Oh no, no no it’s way awesome,” Scootaloo said. “You can trust me on that.”

“It does sound pretty awesome,” Apple Bloom agreed. “Ah can’t even get it to do a clenchy thing once, much less doin’ it over and over again, never mind bein’ stuck there with it doin’ that, just bucking up in the air and kicking mah legs out like you were.”

“I’m going to try again,” Sweetie said anxiously, returning to her chosen spot for masturbation. Apple Bloom did too. Scootaloo seemed relaxed and satisfied having orgasmed, so she just gave them pointers, and generally failed to describe her technique in a way that a pony who was not Scootaloo could emulate. Seriously, why tell your earth pony and unicorn friend how to angle your wings for maximum stretch without strain?

Though Apple Bloom did put out a good effort, they ran out of time before she could reach any sort of self perpetuating cycle of pleasure. But she was a stubborn little pony. And later on by herself, with the incredibly erotic mental picture of Scootaloo orgasming in front of her, Apple Bloom managed to get herself to wink all on her own. It was pretty straightforward to orgasm after that happened. She had just been rubbing herself urgently, and that ‘inside’ of her just came up out in an involuntary throbbing squeeze, jamming that pleasure button right up against her slimy frog.

Well, she had a miniature little orgasm then and there, twitching in shock for a few seconds at the intensity of the feeling down there. She finally did get a nice long satisfying orgasm too, and it was just as good as Scootaloo described it. She was feeling so great, Apple Bloom couldn’t even think. Clutching is right! She didn’t even mind how she was all flopped out and twitching senselessly. And then the relief and relaxation afterwards, it made her even more relaxed than before she started touching herself at all.

But, it took a solid half hour of dedicated stroking, and a lot of frustration as the wrong movement just killed her mood and made her start over again. So as nice as the orgasm, and its aftermath was, Apple Bloom hadn’t found much time to do it again. She did it one more time, almost to prove to herself that it wasn’t a dream and that she could do it more than once, but when Big Macintosh came to check on her right as she was stuck buckin and clenching and making a right fool of herself, well he was mighty concerned with her. It was reasonable really. If your brother stands over you and asks, “Apple Bloom, you alright?” and your response is to lift a twitching hoof to try and wave him away, answering, “Mnnh!” while your lower body sits there, convulsing quietly against your will, he has every right to be mighty concerned.

That experience pretty much scared the masturbation out of her. Apple Bloom certainly couldn’t find that much time where she was absolutely totally positively sure she wasn’t going to get caught in the middle of it. So all in all, she had two decent orgasms under her belt when estrus hit. As such, she figured she knew pretty much what she was getting into when she gave into temptation, and decided to see if Diamond was lying to her after all. Just to try it, work one out with her hooves and see how it made her feel estrus-wise. Apple Bloom didn’t have time, even now, but she figured she could do it if she missed lunch, and once she even considered masturbating, it was hard to even care about something as far from her labia as lunch.

Apple Bloom figured she knew what her body liked, she knew how much time she’d need to get it excited and could maybe catch the tail end of mid-day grub if she hurried. She knew she was all slimy already so half the job was done. She knew it was a sensible idea, and she wasn’t forgetting her faculties of reasoning just from her brain getting scrambled by the sheer intensity of the desire to do it.

Apple Bloom knew nothing.

So that Sunday afternoon, instead of going to lunch, she snuck out past the farm, and into the woods west of town. The friendly woods, not the Everfree to the southeast. She pranced her short yellow butt among the trees to where a babbling brook was burbling away, and after taking a look around plopped herself down on the dirt, sticking her tail under through her legs and leaning against a tree. She was feeling a little drunk with anticipation when she lowered her hoof to begin the process of awakening her labia. She wanted to orgasm so bad, and now she could do it. She could do it. She didn’t have to hold back or pray or hide from herself. It was just her and her body, and her body was loving what she was going to do to it.

Not a moment later she was yanking her hoof away, throwing her head back and gasping for breath. She lay there breathing hard all of a sudden, just staring wide eyed out at nothing, the sensations in her lower body demanding her complete and total attention.

“...okay so it’s a little stronger,” said the bewildered Apple Bloom, looking down at her groin. “Ah knew that. Ah can do this.”

She reached her hoof down again, much more carefully this time. Even the slightest touches eased that throbbing ache in her nethers, not in the sense of calming down, but more in the sense of the dam breaking and flooding the town, or the mountain cracking in half and sending an avalanche of stone down upon everypony’s heads. So, she didn’t even touch it directly anymore. It was almost bearable, and quickly becoming as comfortable as a belly full of warm stew, if she just pulled at her groin to tug the lips apart remotely and slip them alongside each other.

She was feeling like she was used to, or so she thought, until she winked reflexively. The wave of pleasure radiating from her groin made her exhale with a throaty moan, which didn’t sound like it had any place coming out of a little filly’s mouth. She wanted to touch it again so bad. It was easier this time, responding to her stroking hoof with an electric tingle that made her quiver in excitement. The intensity of it thrilled her. There was no way she could be scared of something that felt like this!

Any effect of the Moon tea she’d drunk earlier was utterly annihilated by the throbbing pleasure emerging from her cleft. She winked again– it was so easy to do it now. She didn’t have to concentrate, or fiddle around with related unfamiliar muscles down there. It just happened easy as stretching your arm out or scrunching your muzzle, like it was the most natural thing in the world. So she winked on purpose, and deliberately mashed her own clitoris up against her invading hoof, without even moving the hoof!

That sent a bolt of pleasure directly up her spine that made her vocalize tensely in a wordless yell. She yanked her hoof away again, but now her chest was heaving with breath. She felt like her entire body was covered in an urgent tingling need. Even the rough tree against her back and the scuffed dirt under her butt felt good against her skin. She gazed at her own genitals in wonder, the glistening folds that you could actually see in front of you if you sat on your back, framed by her two teats which protruded more than they usually do, flushed with color that shone through her thin yellow fur.

Curious if those felt different too, Apple Bloom was gratified as fuck when she lay her hoof against her soft teat and pressed down, another throaty moan escaping her as she squirmed under her hoof, gyrating to make her nipple rotate underneath it. Her labia winked again all by itself without even being touched, Apple Bloom’s yellow fur splitting into a gooey display of pink flesh sliding out then back in, accompanied by a rush of heady pleasure tingling through her whole body.

She imagined Sweetie Belle doing this. With how the unicorn loved her little pillows so much, the look on Sweetie’s face when they felt like this would be just priceless. Apple Bloom couldn’t even keep her hoof away, her nethers hungering for being touched more. She imagined Sweetie doing that, unable to keep her little white hoof away, bucking up against it as she needily rubbed the one nipple she could attend to, just like Apple Bloom was doing right now.

It had barely been five minutes and Apple Bloom was already feeling like she was going to orgasm. This was great! She’d have plenty of time for lunch, and she’d get her estrus gone too. Everything was so incredibly satisfying to touch down there, she just couldn’t imagine anything else other than that outcome. She wasn’t just thinking idly about the rippling clenching and the incredible relief as her insides relaxed. She was obsessing about it. She needed it to happen, and bad!

Scootaloo was the only pony Apple Bloom had seen orgasming, and she imagined the orange pegasus, just crying out hoarsely as her nethers responded aggressively to her earlier minstrations.

“Ahh, yes!” Apple Bloom cried out sympathetically as her own labia drove her to a frenzy of need.

Scoots wouldn’t hold back or pull her hoof away, she’d just clench her teeth and keep doing it, even if tears were streaming down her cheeks from the painful levels of pleasure. It didn’t make sense that you’d want to do it so much it hurts, but Apple Bloom was feeling that way enough she was practically grabbing her clit and hauling it out like a performing bull at a rodeo.

Scootaloo would help Sweetie Belle. She wouldn’t hold back conservatively or show consideration for her friend’s privacy, not like this. Sweetie would just look at her pleadingly with those beautiful green eyes and Scootaloo would put her own hoof on Sweetie Belle. The little unicorn would be writhing against that hoof and Scootaloo wouldn’t let up for nothing, and Sweetie could massage these beautiful sweeping waves of pleasure out of her teats with the hunger in her groin answered by a matching orange hoof expertly tweaking her in ways she didn’t even know you could do.

And above them both just standing there was Rumble, with his penis dangling from his groin in stark detail. He’d have a confident look in his swarthy expression, not the scared and embarassed look that he had when Apple Bloom saw him. He’d just stand over them protectively, warmly, while Sweetie and Scootaloo writhed together helplessly, just like if it was Apple Bloom and his penis was jerking up and down and Apple Bloom was just arching up into her hoof, and their groins were coming closer and closer together. It was like her hoof was his penis, and a-and it was rubbing–rubbing her~

“AHH!” Apple Bloom managed to cry out before her entire groin started spasming. She was a fish out of water the way she was twisting and bucking up and squeezing her legs together against that amazing feeling between them. Spots danced before her eyes as she lost herself to the pleasure entirely, moaning huskily and curling to her side, stretching out and kicking helplessly, every throbbing twitch inside her making her legs jerk and her senses explode. She couldn’t even move. It was happening! She couldn’t even– she did it! Her body was doing it! Apple Bloom was orgasming so hard and it she felt like it was the greatest achievement in the history of Equestria.

At last her convulsions ceased. The heady waves of pleasure kept coming at a slower and gentler rate, finally fading out entirely. Apple Bloom heaved a huge satisfied sigh as she stretched luxuriously on the grassy dirt there, waiting for her nethers to fill with that loving relief she had earned just now. That had been the best orgasm ever, not that she had many to compare with, but it was like night and day. She waited for that moment when the blood drained out of them and she felt like she could just fall asleep right there where she lay. She huffed tensely and waited.

And waited...

And waited...

“Nh-no...” Apple Bloom protested, but it came out as a thick, strangled moan. Her hoof went to her groin where the hungry electric pleasure surged in her again. It wasn’t stopping! Her loins were burning up, even hotter than before. She could still see Scootaloo and Sweetie in her mind’s eye and Rumble with that big hot thick cock, and Featherweight with his freakish figure and thickened member rubbing against Rumble’s. Apple Bloom had just orgasmed, and she still couldn’t stop rubbing herself, the craving feeling like it was devouring her from the waist up. She needed to touch that cock. She needed him she didn’t care she needed a cock right bucking now!

Apple Bloom pulled her hoof away desperately and tried to stand. Emphasis: tried. What in Celestia’s name was wrong with her?! Why wasn’t it stopping? Where was the relief? She needed the relief she needed the penis on Scootaloo Sweetie something she needed something between her legs right bucking now. Struggling to her hooves again, she coughed out a half sob and collapsed so that she could touch it again, stroke it feverishly.

This wasn’t heat. This was insane! How could any mare on the planet even stand this feeling?! She could hardly breathe she needed to orgasm so bad. And when she did again, then what? Even worse?! How could she do that to herself? How could she stop? This unbearable slimy squirmy burning ache between her legs was something she couldn’t even wish on her worst enemy—

Apple Bloom’s eyes snapped open, a chill shooting down her spine as her pupils grew with realization. Diamond Tiara. “Augh!” she shouted out incoherently, her face contorting in rage. That filly knew. She knew all along. And Apple Bloom had fallen for it hook line and sinker. She was on her feet before she knew it, kicking the tree with such viciousness that the bark broke right off of it, bellowing,

“Diamond Tiara you cheating lying– you buckin pile of pig puke you did this to me you horrible bitin snake I’m gonna make you sorry you ever lived you rotten piece of– of shit!”

“This bucking heat” she screamed, kicking the tree again making its leaves shake widly. “Buck summer! Buck estrus! Buck the princess! How could you do this to me?! What did ah ever do to you?! Little rotten evil queen more like! You helped Diamond Tiara you bucking freak with your stupid sun and your stupid estrus how is this right? How is this just?! You’re all just a bunch of dang blasted lying cheating monsters!”

The grass in front of her was thoroughly stomped as she emphasized each and every syllable at the end. She was quivering from head to tail. She was dripping with sweat and with other things and all she could think about was that hot twitchy shaft she wanted so bad. In the moment of clarity that anger had given her, Apple Bloom realized that she was standing. She could stop this, if she could just–keep her hoof– away! She tried to run but she could hardly walk she was shaking so bad. She was all alone out here in the woods just like she wanted, with nopony to help her and no colts and no way to get any ice packs or Moon tea. What was she thinking doing this?! And what was she gonna do now?!

Gulping in breaths and trying to calm her winking nethers to no avail Apple Bloom looked around with wide panicked eyes for something, anything that could help her. The quiet after her diatribe was broken only by the– her ears snapped to the right, then her head snapped to the right, where the creek was burbling away. Water! That’s it! That had to be it! That had to–

Apple Bloom staggered forward, all too slowly approaching the creek bed, then looked with trepidation at the cool flowing water. She had heat, she needed to stop it, and she couldn’t think much of anything more sophisticated beyond that. This would have to do. She couldn’t stand it! Closing her eyes, she just charged forward jumping bodily into the water with a shocking cold wet splash.

The sticky slimy mess of her groin and hooves was immediately washed clean by the gently stroking water current. She just sat there and sobbed dryly, desperately hoping that the chilling cold would force the blood from her swollen labia, robbing her lower body of the heat that poured out from it. It wasn’t nearly cold enough. It was the tail end of snowmelt, the water that should have been icy cold happily warmed up by the shining summer sun. The bucking sun that did this to her.

But her tense gasps started to descend into relieved ones as slowly the need to sandwich herself in some kind of closing walls trap except that instead of spikes they were dicks eased off, and Apple Bloom could close her eyes and take deep breaths, slowing down her breathing, and her heart reluctantly stopped pounding and settled down to normal.

Normal being estrus, which is really bucking horny and not too confident of standing much less walking, and able to think about nothing besides colts and the secret handles they hid in their torso right by their cute little dangly balls. She sat there with her butt plunged in the stream whimpering, with no idea if she could even take it out without it getting worse again. Where did this creek go? Could she follow it back to town? How was she going to go anywhere when she was like this? Not even Diamond Tiara was cruel as Apple Bloom’s folly, putting herself out in a place where nopony was there to save her, then following her own enemy’s advice on how to screw herself over in a bad way.

She looked up at the sun twinkling through the leaves of the trees, and paled at the thought that maybe the princess had heard her just now. After the Nightmare Moon Applejack got to meet the princess, and Applejack told Apple Bloom that Princess Celestia couldn’t just hear ponies talking to themselves, that prayer was for your inner Celestia, however that worked. But if she could hear her, then maybe Apple Bloom did deserve to feel like this. But if she could... then maybe there was somepony who could save Apple Bloom after all.

“A-ah’m sorry Princess Celestia ah didn’t mean it,” she begged to the light, “Ah was just upset and, and your estrus a-ah mean,” this wasn’t going too well. She inhaled again and said, “Please can’t ah just... just have a chance? How am ah supposed to get married when ah’m just a filly? Ah caint do this on mah own... ah caint keep goin’ on like this it’s just too much. Caint I have something else to make mah estrus go away? Ah don’t even wanna marry him ah just want a chance. Ah can’t even find a special somepony, princess! How am ah supposed to live with this, if ah can’t even do that?”

“It’s hopeless,” Apple Bloom whimpered morosely, looking down and splashing at the water in frustration. She looked up again pleadingly, and asked the sun, “Please... princess, caint you just make estrus a little more... bearable? If there ain’t any way to get rid of it besides a stallion, then can ah... can ah just have just one colt so ah can... so I can ever feel better again? Ah’ll marry him ah promise when I get old enough just just for now, please, Celestia you gotta help me...”

“That’s all ah’m askin’ Princess Celestia...” Apple Bloom hung her head sadly.

“It’s a reasonable enough request I suppose,” came his answer, “But I’m afraid you have me confused with somepony else.”

Apple Bloom near gave herself whiplash looking up at the sky. The sun was gone and in its place was a colicky yellow circle with a narrow red pupil in the center glaring down at her in amusement.

“D-d-d-d–” she said backing up and falling on her back in the water. The eye seemed to loom at her, descending to earth as the rest of his body parts came crawling in from all directions, assembling themselves around the eye, two eyes now, into a figure Apple Bloom hoped she would never ever see again.

“It’s an easy mistake to make,” he said smugly in a nasal baritone, casually gazing at the back of his lion’s paw, “I know the resemblance is uncanny.”

Apple Bloom exclaimed in anger and terror while the water of the creek rushed forgotten around her fallen body.

“Discord!”