It was too much. Several tons too much. Apple Bloom clenched her eyes shut and let out a deep, guttural groan as she completely lost control, succumbing to the new frontrunner for “Best Orgasm Ever.” Pleasure and relief and satisfaction flooded her senses and filled her with an incredible warmth, and the pressure that had been building in her hips suddenly found its release and surged up the length of her now-flared cock, her hooves still flying up and down the whole of it. She forced one eye open to take a peek at herself, just in time to see the first huge pulse of thick, off-white boy-cum explode out of the tip and draw a line from her belly all the way up her chest. She gasped in awe just in time for the second shot to sail through the air and paint another streak of semen up her neck and chin and even a bit right into her open mouth. Instantly she snapped her jaws and eyes shut again in shock right as her cock fired the third and fourth and fifth bursts, hitting her full-on in the face and splattering her cheeks and muzzle and forehead with the hot, sticky goo. The next couple of shots were weaker, slowly squirting out of her tip more than outright firing, and falling to join the first one on her chest. One last dribble leaked out and left a small splotch of white on her belly, and then it was over as quickly as it had begun, her hooves at last coming to a stop, her body slumping lower against the wall, and her pleased new appendage finally relaxing and gradually receding back down into its sheath.
“Mmmhh… holy horseapples…” Apple Bloom murmured as she heaved a deep, happy sigh. She was a complete mess, covered in her own expulsions, but she had never felt better in her life. The actual orgasm hadn’t lasted as long as she was used to as a filly, but that had been easily made up for with sheer intensity. And better yet, the relief and satisfaction still running through her were so strong she almost felt like she could pass out for a nap. It was a far cry from her experience yesterday, when self-pleasure had only made things worse. Boys had it so easy this time of year… or any time of year they felt like enjoying themselves, really. Stroking a penis was so much simpler than trying to satisfy a vagina that wanted something inside it when she didn’t have anything smaller than a big honking hoof. Maybe this time spent as a boy wouldn’t actually be so bad…
…Although maybe in the future she’d try to be more careful about where she relieved herself. She was in dire need of a washrag now.
With a groan she sat up a bit straighter and slowly blinked her eyes open, which were thankfully clear and untouched by the mess she’d made of herself. She blinked a few times to focus her gaze--
And then froze.
er front hooves finding Scootaloo’s hips and taking hold. “S-Scootaloo… should Ah… ya know… start?” --- “You mean to say that the only mares who get any tail in this group are me and‒ and Rarity?!” “You sound so surprised,” Rarity said in a dismissive tone. (and Pinkie doesn’t because everyone either thinks she already gets a ton or treats her like a marechild, or is justifiably afraid of her) (possible quicheshipping later) (quiche = cheese pie) --- “Hey Twilight I almost forgot, Davenport told me to tell you that he got back from his sofa convention today‒” “Oh, you know, I left the thing on, with the thing at the place, so gotta go!” Twilight announced suddenly, then turned tail and just gallopped off. “Wait, what about‒” Applejack called after her. “It’s in the letter!” Twilight called back. “But Apple Bloom!” “Deal with it!” And then Twilight was gone. --- So Applejack wanted to go get Twilight to return Discord to his stony embrace. Then Apple Bloom explained what happened and Applejack thought it was funny but still dragged AB to Twilight to fix this. Apple Bloom doesn’t exactly lie, but she doesn’t bring up the part about how she went and fucked Scootaloo. Sweetie Belle was at the library receiving unicorn instruction or something, and managed a whole awkward conversation with Apple Bloom before Rarity zoomed in and snatched her up. The 6 use the elements to summon Discord, only to find he’s managed to redirect the summoning spell to only summon his bathtub instead. Twilight has Spike send a letter to the princess and they wait for a response, whereupon Celestia says that Discord is there for a vital reason that Spike decides he probably shouldn’t say in the presence of non-Element-bearers, national secrets and all. (Subtly imply she has him tied up in the castle dungeons for sexual purposes.) Applejack takes Apple Bloom straight home and practically locks her in her room. Says it’s for her protection, too embarassed to specify exactly from whom, just says young colts like her have to be careful, plus it’s evening anyway by now. Apple Bloom reluctantly agrees, tries to go to sleep. She is actually pretty exhausted, mostly from the intense fucking, and is asleep before the sun sets. Meanwhile Sweetie Belle has snuck out of her parents’ house and stealthily made her way to Apple Bloom’s farm. Still that inexplicable stairway of hay bales leading right to AB’s window. --- I think this story is going to end with a scene of Rainbow Dash force feeding Scootaloo vast quantities of Moon Tea. --- --- “We swore not to talk about it!” Apple Bloom protested indignantly. “I didn’t mean the awesome parts, I only meant the kiss!” Scootaloo retorted, “I don’t even know what I was thinking with that.” “Well I enjoyed kissin you,” muttered Apple Bloom. Scootaloo mumbled something too quietly to hear. ---