Sweetie squeaked and backpedalled as soon as she saw Apple Bloom, running right into Scootaloo who was right behind her.
“Oh no you don’t,” Scootaloo said blocking her way. Sweetie fought to get past with all the desperate strength of a hooffull of baby ducklings, but Scootaloo just wouldn’t budge.
“Now hold on Sweetie,” Apple Bloom said admonishingly, “You and me gotta have a long, hard talk.”
“Without any flashbacks?” Pinkie Pie asked.
“Not a one,” Apple Bloom asserted, then blinked and said, “Wait, what?”
“Can’t sorry, real busy,” Sweetie said hastily, “Maybe tomorrow? Or maybe next week?”
“Nope, right now,” Apple bloom insisted.
“You mean, right now, right now?” Sweetie said as Scootaloo pushed her further into the clubhouse, her hooves sliding on the floor. “Or maybe, when you’re a filly again?”
“Ok firstly mah sister got back this morning and she said that Discord won’t be around for a while. And if she says his business with the princesses is important, then it’s gotta be real important.”
“Oh no,” Sweetie said more for herself than for Apple Bloom, looking at Scootaloo who went to guard the door again.
“Secondly,” Apple Bloom went on, “This isn’t about me. You have a problem, Sweetie Belle, and it won’t just go away if I become a filly again.”
“This is an intervention!” Scootaloo piped up.
“I can help you right now,” Apple Bloom continue, “And I promise that I can do it a lot better when I’m a colt than if I’m a filly again.”
“I don’t want to...” Sweetie whimpered
“It’ll be okay, Sweetie,” Scootaloo consoled the unicorn who was jamming her butt into the pegasus’s chest trying to scoot back as much as possible.
“No it won’t!” she fussed insistently. “You’re a colt Apple Bloom! Don’t you know what that will do to me? I don’t want to hurt you, Apple Bloom. I don’t want to hurt Scootaloo either. I don’t want to be that way...”
“I know you might think you have it all figured out,” Apple Bloom asserted, “But we’re your friends, Sweetie Belle! We can see things from a different perspective, stuff you might not pick up on. So just, please, hear me out. Just give me a chance and if you don’t like the sounds of it then we’ll stop bothering you any more, and I’ll leave you alone until I’m a filly again.”
“I... I don’t...” Sweetie vacillated trying to find a way to say no but feeling wrong about saying it. She wanted help. She wanted help so bad!
“Please?” Apple Bloom asked, giving Sweetie a soulful look. Sweetie seemed struck speechless when she caught Apple Bloom’s gaze, mouthing a bit before finally saying very quietly,
“I guess so... i-if you promise that you won’t let me... hurt you”
Scootaloo visibly relaxed as Sweetie finally gave in.
“Cross my heart and hope to uh,” Apple Bloom glanced at Scootaloo uncertainly, and said, “I promise,” instead.
“Please,” Sweetie said looking down at the ground, “If-- if you can help me I would-- I don’t even know I thought there was no way to help ...me.”
“You have a problem, Sweetie Belle,” Apple Bloom stated, “One big giant problem, and you know what that problem is?”
“That stallions make me--”
“Your problem is that you think you have a problem,” Apple Bloom cut in. “You don’t have a problem with stallions, or a problem with estrus, you just have some mixed up notions, and me and Scootaloo can prove it.”
“I don’t have a problem with stallions?” Sweetie said critically and unbelievingly.
“Just, hear me out alright?”
“Ok...” Sweetie said in a subdued tone.
“Now I don’t mean to badmouth your sister,” Apple Bloom started out, “She’s the best sister you could ever possibly have. But doesn’t Rarity just freak out over every little thing?”
“Well...” Sweetie said reluctantly.
“How about when you had muddy hooves? Or that one time you made her a nice card. Think, Sweetie Belle. You know Rarity lots better than I do.”
“Sometimes she loses her short ribbons,” Sweetie said uncertaintly, “And... she says it’s the ‘worst possible thing’ and then she finds it just lying on the floor. A-and remember that one time when my hair fell out?”
“Yeah I think you could hear her all the way from Dodge City.”
“Well Ok, so...”
“So maybe Rarity is just... freaking out about stallions too.”
“It’s more than just freaking out,” Sweetie grumbled glumly.
“But still, I mean think of yourself. You don’t freak out over muddy hooves or missing fabric, or the... the hair thing was kind of extreme, but still you were fine when you knew it would grow back right? Honestly Sweetie Belle, you’re pretty darn level headed.”
Sweetie nodded, saying “I think anypony could be more level headed than Rarity.”
Apple Bloom paused, as that was the closest Sweetie Belle had ever come to insulting her sister. But she went on anyway. “So, I think that you don’t have whatever Rarity has, that’s makin her freak out over stallions, and being all mean.”
“But I do,” Sweetie insisted sorrowfully, “I yelled at her and told her I hated her, and it was just my body making me do it, because I was next to you.”
“So, Rarity gets mean by being around stallions,” Scootaloo said, “And that’s the same thing as being mean when someone takes you away from your stallion?”
“She as a point,” Apple Bloom backed her up, “You are in estrus, and that’s something every filly and mare feels. You know what I was doing when I went and made my heat so bad? I was yellin and cursing up a storm, telling everything how much I hated it. If some cute boy was talking to me, and I knew he could cure my estrus, and my sister tried to just drag me away from him?”
Apple Bloom hefted her hoof demonstratively, saying “Well I can tell you that at least one of us would come away with a black eye.”
“So... every filly gets angry when they can’t be with colts?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“When someone’s draggin’ them away, yeah, and when their loins are on fire from needing a colt. Makes you say some stupid things you don’t mean, and you regret later. But it’s not really your problem, it’s just... you need a colt, you know?”
Sweetie Belle bit her lip and looked aside. Apple Bloom smiled and chose that moment to tell her, “You know, I saw you drinkin Moon tea earlier this morning.”
“Um... yeah I... um...” Sweetie shifted uncomfortably saying, “I don’t think estrus can come back, can it? But I... yeah I was... feeling really hot, and... wanting you again.”
“I still think you should just up and ask Button,” Apple Bloom suggested, “I know he’s got a thing for games more than fillies but, he probably doesn’t know about the trick. I didn’t figure out how to make boy stuff until a filly showed me how to do it.” She cast a fond glance at Scootaloo, who just blushed and stood up more straightly. “But I can tell you it feels so good to do it for a boy, that if you went and showed Button then there’s no way in hay he’d turn you down. He won’t even be able to keep his eyes on that game if you, you know, start playin with his dick.”
“I guess so,” Sweetie acknowledged, “But it’s... I mean he makes me feel all fluttery when I try to talk to him. I’m afraid that I’m going to--”
“Get all mean and freak out like Rarity?”
“...yeah...”
“That’s just what we’re gonna disprove!” Scootaloo announced, “Right here, right now.”
“What do you mean?” Sweetie said looking at Scootaloo curiously.
“Well you been talking here with me for a good while, and I’m a colt right now,” said Apple Bloom. “So what do you feel right now?”
Sweetie looked up in contemplation, shifting around as she felt herself out. “I’m feeling... scared and... and hot in my... place, and wanting you to be in there again.”
“Well, that’s natural but, take a good look at Scootaloo.”
“Okay?” Sweetie Belle did, facing the confident looking pegasus.
“You wanna yell at her? Tell her to get out? Make her go away?”
“What?! No!” Sweetie squeaked, “No I... don’t,” she realized.
Sweetie stood up and walked over to Scootaloo, not trying to escape this time. She had her head low like she was scared of approaching, but she still did, and she put one hoof up on Scootaloo’s shoulder, just testing the waters. Scoots was gonna say something but then Sweetie Belle just swept her up into a full hug cheering, “Oh, thank you so much! I... I’m not angry! And I want to be with you! And you’re my friend and” she trailed off into nickers while Scootaloo struggled in place.
“Ack, Sweetie this is, lemme, gah, this is so not cool.” Scootaloo crossed her arms and sat there disconcertedly in the end, unable or unwilling to pull herself loose of the unicorn filly. Sweetie let her go eventually, and Apple Bloom stood at a safe distance, waiting for her to get done. When she did Apple Bloom said,
“So what Scootaloo thought up is,”
“Hey, don’t go blaming this on me!”
“I’m not blaming you, ahm givin you credit you deserve!”
“Well, okay as long as you aren’t blaming me.”
“Anyway, what ahm gonna do is I’m gonna do the most colty boy thing with you I know. I’m gonna put it in you and try to get it to take this time. And Scootaloo is going to be right there with you the whole time while I do it. I’m gonna fix your estrus just the way the stallions are doing for Rarity, and if you feel even a little angry or mean or upset, or wanting to lock Scootaloo outside or anything, then I’ll let up and you can go free. And then you’ll know for sure that you have to avoid colts for some reason. But ah know you’ll be perfectly fine, and you’ll know for sure then that you don’t have to be afraid of yourself anymore.”
“If being stuffed full of Apple Bloom doesn’t do it, then nothing will!” Scootaloo said brightly.
“Being stuffed full...” Sweetie murmured somewhat dreamily, “Of Apple Bloom...”
“Soo... we’re good?” Apple Bloom said.
Sweetie shook herself and came to attention saying seriously, “Yes, I’m... I’m good.”
“You’re game?” asked Scootaloo.
“I’m game,” Sweetie said, smiling a little despite her worries.
“Alright then,” Apple Bloom announced, “Cutie Mark Crusader Sweetie Belle ticklers go!”
“Wait what? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”
The tickles didn’t exactly arouse Sweetie, but Apple Bloom started paying more attention to her mammaries than to tickling her. And Scootaloo eased off so Sweetie could pay attention to being stimulated. Sweetie found herself once again captivated by the warm soft feelings flowing through her. Apple Bloom started with her tongue pretty soon, Sweetie’s sensitive flesh perking up and tingling fiercely with every application of that tongue and those lips. Apple Bloom stopped to ask how Sweetie was doing, and Sweetietook a look at Scootaloo, then smiled and just said,
“All I feel is I want more.”
...
With Apple Bloom mounted on top of her and her insides stretched to their limits by that smoothly pistoning penis, Sweetie felt uniquely vulnerable where she stood, trapped beneath, and wrapped around the colt who was doing this to her.
“You with me, Sweetie Belle?” Scootaloo said, as she felt Scootaloo’s hoof cradle her face. She opened her eyes and looked at Scootaloo, but all she could feel is that amazing fuzzy adoration welling up from within her. Scootaloo looked amazing. It was just so wonderful she could be here in this beautiful moment. “Oh Scootaloo,” she purred, hiking her loins up as her tone made Apple Bloom groan and thrust harder. She reached out to the pegasus, pulling her own head towards her. Scootaloo was so hot and flushed and breathing heavy and, doing this all for her because she cared about Sweetie Belle. And Sweetie cared about Scootaloo so much. She didn’t even realize when her eyes closed, and her lips delicately reached forward, hoping to meet the pegasus’s if she would only be willing.
Well, Scootaloo was mostly probably willing. At least she hovered close enough to Sweetie’s mouth to feel her breath. It wasn’t exactly the most planned kiss though, because a certain unicorn was being plowed hard from behind, and her body’s rocking motion inadvertently ended up pushing their lips firmly together. Sweetie thought it was just going to be a light touch like before, but feeling Scootaloo’s mouth pressed right up against hers made her snap her eyes open again. But the feelings from her cunt were so wonderful she couldn’t stay surprised, and just stared forward wetly and moaned into the kiss, her lips parting and locking with the pegasus’s.
Scootaloo pulled away, and Sweetie was helpless to follow, but then Scootaloo surged forward with an even hotter more passionate kiss, literally taking the unicorn’s breath away until Sweetie remembered she could breathe through her nostrils. And doing that made her desire spike headily as Apple Bloom’s thick colt scent flooded through her sinuses.
The dick sliding in her was stroking her innermost places, and filling her up so juicily. The meshing of their hips behind her was making her clitoris go wild with every thrust. And the electric tingle of Scootaloo’s lips on hers, on Sweetie’s so very sensitive and dextrous lips was incredible. Not just because it felt good, but because she was kissing Scootaloo while she was being pounded, and even though Sweetie couldn’t move freely, not from the pleasure, nor from the dick literally impaling her, nor even the firm warm body holding her down from above, it didn’t make her afraid at all.
It was fine that Sweetie was here and was going to stay here until it was done. She was being held in place, and she wanted to be held in place, and she wanted to pull against a resistant groping stallion so that she could be pulled back and filled over and over again. Scootaloo’s freedom and wild arousal seemed to hover outside of the inevitability of Sweetie knowing that she was going to be pumped full of goo. It was exciting and exotic, the contrast between satisfying certainty and electrifying freedom. Sweetie Belle couldn’t pull out now if she wanted to, and that was wonderful. Scootaloo was there because she chose to, and that was wonderful.
And through it all Sweetie wasn’t angry or upset. She was completely taken both by Apple Bloom behind her, and with the pegasus before her.
When Scootaloo pulled away a final time, Sweetie whimpered, almost feeling half complete from how Apple Bloom could only get one side of her at a time. But Scootaloo was so lost in her own arousal that she couldn’t keep kissing Sweetie Belle. She just had to hunch over and drive her hoof into herself, rubbing that clitoris like her life depended on it. Sweetie Belle’s lips hungered for Scootaloo’s needily, but once she saw the pegasus lost in her own desires and trapped in what was clearly as hot of a burning estrus as Sweetie Belle had ever felt, she just had to do something. Her body was screaming at her to give into the pleasure, to submit to it and wait until Apple Bloom creamed inside her. It would be so easy. But her body was also screaming at her that her beautiful, wonderful friend was there in front of her and in trouble. Scootaloo needed something, and in her half conscious state of arousal Sweetie could only think that she would do anything to give Scootaloo what she needed.
“Wait...” her soft whisper emerged, easily lost in her grunts and gasps. “Wait,” she said again more clearly. Apple Bloom thrust. “Wait!” Sweetie cried out loudly and passionately, her bell like voice pealing through the clubhouse. It almost seemed like a miracle when Apple Bloom shuddered to a stop.
“Oh... Oh Sweetie tell me you’re not backing out now,” Apple Bloom begged in a frantic tone. “I-- I need to do it! You need... I wanna, please Sweetie.”
Sweetie’s squeezed her cunt one more time on that delicious fullness, then before it made Apple Bloom start again, she said, “Look at Scootaloo.”
It took Apple Bloom a long second to realize what she was looking at. “Scootaloo?” she said distantly, “Scootaloo, your estrus!”
Scootaloo stopped masturbating, looking like a fox caught in the chicken coop. “I-I-I,” she said shakily, “Uh, I mean yeah I... had it a little and was... just...”
“That isn’t a ‘little’” Sweetie said from underneath Apple Bloom, pointing at the copious amount of drool Scootaloo had leaked from her vagina.
“A-are you sayin’ what I think you’re sayin’?” Apple Bloom said to Sweetie Belle incredulously. Sweetie Belle wanted Apple Bloom so badly right now, but... yes, she was saying that.
“You feel really good, Apple Bloom, and I love this so much,” Sweetie gushed, her hips grinding delightedly against Apple Bloom’s crotch, “But...” she pointed a hoof again saying, “Scootaloo needs you more.”
Sweetie immediately regretted her decision, when Apple Bloom pulled out of her with a wet sucking sound and climbed off her back. It was staggering how aroused Sweetie was right now. Her back felt cold and lonely and her vagina felt like a chasm of emptiness. A hot burning dripping chasm. She wanted a penis in it. She needed a penis in it. She... she shuddered trying to find some level of calm, while Apple Bloom went over to attend to Scootaloo.
“Scoots, you shoulda said something,” Apple Bloom said, “I didn’t know your estrus was coming back too. Is that normal?”
“Well? It-- I don’t know but, yeah it’s pretty... pretty bad,” Scootaloo admitted, squirming her sticky legs together. “I... I need your penis in me,” she huffed, “Again... I needed it ever since I saw you do it to Archer. I I’m sorry I didn’t say anything, just please,”
Apple Bloom backed up a step saying “Alright, alright Scootaloo. You don’t have to hold your hooves in supplication.”
Scootaloo was standing up and her head was half consciously moving toward that penis, mouth pursed like the kiss that Sweetie just hammered her with. “Wait, Scootaloo,” Sweetie instructed, “Try it the way I was doing it. It feels really good.” She had managed to calm down a little at least, and was just concentrating on her need to help her friend, and less on the need for literal fulfillment.
Scootaloo pulled her head back and nodded silently at Sweetie Belle, then turned to present her rear end to Apple Bloom, her tail turning up and her vulval lips just winking away. “Alright Apple Bloom, is this how I--” and she oofed as Apple Bloom reared up and planted on her back.
“Celestia Scoots, you look so good down there,” Apple Bloom whispered into Scootaloo’s ear. A moment of awkward prodding and then Apple Bloom shoved her hips triumphantly forward, and Scootaloo snapped her head back going “Hol--y...” and that’s as far as she got.
“G-good, huh, Scootaloo?” Sweetie said enviously, more so than she’d ever been in her life. Her loins were burning and aching all at once, and she just couldn’t keep her hoof away, piking it between her legs and stimulating herself needily.
“It--” Scootaloo stuttered, “My clit-- and-- and you’re all over... and... oh buck I need you Apple Bloom.”
Apple Bloom started thrusting and only one of the three had a complaint, one which never became verbalized.
Well, not in words at least. Moaning miserably, but so freaking arousedly, Sweetie Belle felt like she was going to orgasm from her hoof alone. Sweetie fell to her side, just focusing on making her needy lips stroked more and more. Her hoof hit a nipple-- oh Celestia! She couldn’t even breathe right from the pleasure she was feeling, and it still wasn’t enough.
Scootaloo’s disappointed groan was the only announcement she had that Apple Bloom had stilled. “Sweetie Belle,” Apple Bloom’s choclatey colt voice cut across the silence of the room. “You’re lyin’”
“What?!” Sweetie Belle squeaked, seriously not understanding. She just humped against herself and tried to look at Apple Bloom wondering how she could possibly be lying and how to get that penis up deep in there do it in her.
“Scootaloo don’t need this more than you do,” Apple Bloom said. Scootaloo panted with her hair flopped over her eyes, but didn’t say anything in protest. Sweetie must have looked so needy there on the floor. She didn’t know how her body looked, splayed out like this with her soft curls in disarray. She didn’t want to look innocent though. She wanted her entire body to scream “Put a penis in me!” and she bucked against her hoof desperately driving herself to express that need more and more.
“I I need,” Sweetie Belle said quivering, just managing to whisper huskily, “Your boy goo” before her loins erupted into motion and she was lost to the world. It was like she was another pony when this happened. She felt like she was floating, like she was racing across a field. Yet she could still feel her body relax, driven to do so by the pulsing pleasure in her thighs that she could not stop, and would never even try. She was amazed she could still breathe when this happened. Big panting gasps that came all on their own, and echoed distantly in her ears. When the stars faded from her vision and her eyes fluttered open they settled dully on the hooves of her two friends, who had separated while she was out of it and come to stand before her concernedly. Apple Bloom was standing there concernedly, but Scootaloo looked more like she was trying to stand concernedly, but her hips were shaking too much to be convincing about it.
“We’re in trouble,” Apple Bloom said glumly. “You both need boy stuff in you, all the way in you, and I can only do it once!”
“Maybe you can do a little for me and--” Scootaloo finished almost reluctantly saying, “Then do Sweetie?”
“I’m just worried I won’t be able to stop,” Apple Bloom said honestly. “It goes all by itself, and it’s just about ready to go!”
“Can you even stop after you start pumping?” Scootaloo asked.
“I dunno, I never even tried,” Apple Bloom said. “But if I can’t how would I get it from one pussy to the other in time?”
“We need to put our pussies really close together,” Sweetie suggested in the moment of clarity that was swiftly fading to her knee quaking fiery arousal. “A-and then you can... help” She tried to sound matter-of-fact, but that last word came out more like a desperate plea than anything.
Scootaloo lay down next to Sweetie Belle, the two of them looking up at Apple Bloom as she said, “Is this good?” hopefully.
“Ain’t close enough,” Apple Bloom said critically, “I ain’t gonna let either one of you go back to school like this because I went and missed.”
“Closer...” Sweetie Belle said, looking at her and then Scootaloo’s crotch, and then Scootaloo’s lips. Her face’s lips. “Hmm.”
She pulled Scootaloo on top of her. Sweetie wasn’t a large unicorn, but Scootaloo was still thinner and more bony so she needed to be on top. Scootaloo was too horny and desperate to protest just about anything at this point and only jerked in surprise, and started struggling when her vaginal lips mushed up against Sweetie’s own. Sweetie just hugged her and said, “Ssh, ssh,” trying to bring the pegasus to wherever her senses were chasing her. Trouble is with Scootaloo grinding against her, Sweetie was getting lost in the feeling herself. She had just orgasmed after all, and she really needed it.
“I... I get it Sweetie,” Apple Bloom declared. “That’s... that’s ...perfect.”
Sweetie saw Apple Bloom hovering over her, ready to try to do them both and she realized she’d never seen Apple Bloom face to face when she was doing it. Scootaloo moaned again, in a more satisfied manner as Apple Bloom sandwiched her in between her and Sweetie, bracing over the two of them with wide urgent eyes, and just bringing that penis straight to bear.
Sweetie was lost in Apple Bloom’s eyes even more when Bloom chose her pussy as the one to push into. As he slid smoothly inside, filling her desperate emptiness her eyes grew liquid, reaching her hooves up beyond Scootaloo to stroke lovingly along the chest of this beautiful beautiful colt. His energetic thrusts made her loins sing sweeter than she ever had. She panted and melted and squished around him down there.
She almost didn’t even mind when Apple Bloom pulled out of her and adjusted her shaft to push into Scootaloo instead, because of what it did to Scootaloo. With how warmly they were embraced, it was like Sweetie was still getting fucked and she just couldn’t feel it, and the reaction of Scootaloo was well worth the discomfort. The pegasus gasped hotly, rearing up to push her hooves against Sweetie Belle desperately bucking backwards against the colt she needed in her. Sweetie pulled Scootaloo into another soft and luscious kiss, but right as she did Scootaloo’s pupils narrowed and she moaned into Sweetie Belle’s mouth, the bucking stopped as Apple Bloom gave a good tight, “Nn-ah year,”
She pulled out of Scootaloo then making the pegasus moan even more hotly, then stood taller, her dick dangling above both of them hungrily. It was the first time Sweetie had ever seen a flare, and as Apple Bloom’s muscles and blood pumped the broad ridged flatness her heart caught in her throat. She realized Scootaloo couldn’t see what had just been in her, and made a mental note to rectify this soon. But no sooner had she that Apple Bloom lowered her dick and pushed it against Sweetie’s entrance. A filly wasn’t built to take the flare from the surface in, and Apple Bloom’s penis had to squeeze and distend against Sweetie’s inner walls as Apple Bloom forced her way in. It didn’t hurt so much as it felt like she was squeezing that shaft like a tube of toothpaste, conforming it to the shape of her vagina every inch that it slid in and popped out into the shape it was meant to be.
“H-h-here goes,” Apple Bloom stuttered nervously, the penis clearly demanding too much of her to hold it back any longer.
“Do it,” Sweetie Belle whispered.
“Please...” Scootaloo added.
Apple Bloom just had a few more short thrusts in her, and then her glad cries echoed through clubhouse as it started to happen to her. She was inside Sweetie though, not Scootaloo!
“Remember, Apple Bloom,” Sweetie said urgently, then the first spurt of boy goo poured hotly into her, making it much harder to repeat herself, “Rem--em...ber...” Celestia that was four pulses and more and she’d overflow--!
Somehow Apple Bloom heard her, and that turgid penis jerked out of her roughly, hurriedly. Bloom was looking at her crotch and concentrating so hard, and when it came out of Sweetie Belle both she and Scootaloo had to squeak at the feel of a hot spurt of cum spraying against their collective groins. That was the last one Sweetie Belle felt because Scootaloo threw her head back and said, “Yes!” And Sweetie knew that Apple Bloom must gotten it in her in time, and was pumping her full of boy goo even now.
“Unh, ugk...hhh...yes,” Scootaloo panted in more and more a relieved tone as Bloom finished in her. Sweetie’s own loins were still throbbing from the experience but so deliciously satisfied. She knew it didn’t have a tongue, but she loved how Apple Bloom’s cum tasted in her inner passage. It was the only way to describe it. And that wonderful full delicious feeling was relaxing her body just as she saw Scootaloo’s aroused tension get quenched, one spurt after another. The pegasus sagged against her, and Sweetie went in for another kiss, closing her lips on Scootaloo with a practiced tenderness.
Seriously, she was so glad she had practiced kissing.
...
“Alright, Crusaders, time to huddle up. I mean, more than we are already.”
...
“Do you want to be a filly again?”
Apple Bloom guffawed at that saying, “Of course I do! It’s who I am! And you seriously think I don’t want to get in on this action?” Sensing she was a bit cryptic she explained, “I seen so many fillies enjoying getting stuffed full by a colt, I’m just dyin’ to feel it for mahself.”