Worth It

“But it’s just a... um... bubble,” Sweetie said uncertainly, as she gazed at the projection through Twilight Sparkle’s magic that showed her what was, ostensibly, the foal in her womb. The zebra’s hut was mostly forgotten for the interesting display here, part of Sweetie Belle that she never even dreamed of being able to see before. “When does it turn into a foal?” she asked.

Twilight bit her lip, saying, “I’m not really sure, but it’s a while...”

“If resemblance of a foal you seek,” Zecora spoke up suddenly, saying, “Look again, on the eleventh week.”

“11 weeks?” Sweetie responded skeptically. “That’s like... almost 3 months.” She looked at the bubble again, saying, “I guess I can see why.”

“Don’t knock it just yet, Sweetie,” Twilight cautioned. “This little bubble is inside you, and it’s what’s going to latch onto your uterine lining, and trigger all sorts of things, probably making it difficult to walk at your size by the end of it. It’s a fascinating process, and as long as this is inside you, it’s just waiting to start happening.”

Sweetie nodded seriously, looking at it again. It still looked kind of... boring. But it was sort of like a ... a foal bomb? Like it blew up, but then it was a foal instead? Except taking 11 weeks to blow up is boring... but that glow in her belly and Twilight’s projection showed that they found it. Right where that light was, was the thing that could totally change Sweetie’s future. Just sitting there innocently quiescent, but one or two more days and it’d be sticking to those red fronds, and feeding from her.

“I didn’t know it was the size of a hemp seed,” Sweetie said in a less than impressed tone. “It isn’t even really a foal, it’s just... going to be a foal. But that’s like saying Apple Bloom is pregnant, just because Scootaloo is standing next to her, because he’s going to try and put it in.”

“No, Sweetie,” Twilight corrected, “I said it was the size of a hemp seed at 50 times magnification. This is the real size of it.”

Then her projection zoomed out and... zoomed out, until Sweetie’s oviduct was a tiny little curvy pipe, and the blue bubble was... she couldn’t see it. “Um... I think you zoomed out too much,” she complained.

“Nope,” Twilight said curtly. Her horn flashed, and Sweetie’s entire oviduct disappeared, leaving only a blank grey canvas... on which there was a very tiny bright blue dot. Sweetie had to get right up close to the projection to see it, ignoring the fact that her belly was glowing to do so.

“Just that little teeny dot,” Sweetie said skeptically.

“Just that, yep,” Twilight confirmed, “Smallest thing the unicorn eye can see.”

“That’s not an abortion though!” Sweetie exclaimed with growing conviction. “It’s not even a foal yet. It’s not even a anything yet! Rarity told me it would be a foal! I can’t believe she lied to me!”

Twilight’s horn went out, and the projection, and the tingly glow over Sweetie’s belly faded, and Twilight said, raising a hoof in hasty appeasement, “Rarity didn’t lie to you. I don’t think she did, at least. She just probably... doesn’t know. And it is a foal technically, if you’re one of those ponies who decided that a blastocyst should be included in the definition. A lot of ponies think um... they try to convince others that even if you let that blastocyst leave your body unharmed, and it dies because you didn’t let it stay inside, then you murdered a foal.”

Twilight gave Sweetie a steady look then and added, “A lot of ponies are stupid.”

“I guess they must be...” Sweetie said reluctantly. “I’m not even that smart and it’s just obvious. I just didn’t know. I thought... it was like a foal foal, not a technical foal.”

Twilight sighed. “I’m sorry Sweetie,” she said with an embarassed hoof twiddle, “I just—ponies are probably not that bad. I just get so mad at them sometimes, because it really is obvious. But when you walked in here, you thought it was... grinding up foals in metal claws. The teacher who showed it to you likely thought the same thing, and even if she was lying, well...

“You told me how hard it was for Apple Bloom to control herself,” Twilight told Sweetie Belle in a darkly forbidding tone, “Perhaps Cheerilee was trying to keep fillies from getting pregnant, the only way she knew how. If you lied to Apple Bloom and told her her head would fall off if she engaged in coitus with Scootaloo, and you made some fake pictures of ponies without heads, or found ponies who died from their heads falling off, and Apple Bloom believed you, do you think she’d be as eager to make herself pregnant?”

“Maybe she wouldn’t,” Sweetie said without satisfaction, “But I would never lie to her like that. And what would work better is having me there to keep Scootaloo from going inside. And your... um... thing that she’s going to get.”

“You’re absolutely right, Sweetie,” Twilight nodded. “And I’m going to... talk with Cheerilee. She’s my... friend, and she probably is just... she needs some advice, on how to deal with fillies in heat. She’s a schoolteacher, not a madame. And Cheerilee is going to talk to whoever gave her those pictures, and tell them that there has to be a better way, besides scaring fillies needlessly.”

“I do not want to criticize, but showing those pictures is most unwise,” Zecora added. “Fillies who fear such horror undue, will do nothing until their fears come true. They could have stopped with neither blood nor pain, but now any hope of that is in vain. Instead of deceiving and mistrusting your youth, pony folk should prepare them, with the truth.

“Father taught me well the truth of birth,” Zecora added almost as an afterthought. “One of the few lessons, of which I give him worth.”

Ignoring the scary masks, and the bubbling cauldron which was... lunch apparantly, and the dangling boney things, and the fact that she had stripes, it was actually a really pleasant afternoon Sweetie Belle spent with Zecora and Twilight. They were deep in the Everfree Forest, but there wasn’t a cockatrice to be seen! She got to learn so many cool things about herself, and something that had traumatized her not long ago didn’t seem to have the same edge that it did before. Everything was working out for her, and when Zecora asked her to seriously consider whether she wanted to birth a foal or not, Sweetie downed the bitter tasting tincture in one gulp.

It’s not that she feared those terrible birth complications, but she just really, really didn’t want to have to deal with a foal if she could help it. Twilight said the dangerous complications probably wouldn’t happen, and it didn’t seem like Twilight was the sort of pony who lied about well... anything she was teaching, even if it was horrifyingly bizarre. But that still left Sweetie’s life utterly over, all for sake of a little game that they didn’t know not to play.

“What’s going to happen the um... blastocist?” Sweetie asked, a little belatedly. “If it can’t stick to me, I mean.”

“It will come out of you the same way,” Zecora said with a quirked eyebrow, “As a ordinary chick hen would lay.”

“Oh, s-so...so...” Sweetie’s brain kind of broke at the thought.

“You saw how tiny it was,” Twilight said to alleviate her confusion. “That’s why nopony knows that ponies lay eggs just like chickens, or any animal. As long as you’re in estrus, and not pregnant, you’ll be laying eggs. But you saw how small it was. How would you even notice, whether it came out or re-absorbed into you?”

“At least it answers my question,” Sweetie said, with an uneasy wiggle of her hindquarters. “I guess I will be giving birth after all,” she added wryly, “To just a tiny speck!”

Twilight frowned and looked to object, but Zecora said equally mirthfully, “A birth that we could all have missed, to a brand new baby blastocyst.”

Sweetie had been looking forward to being pregnant, in fact. To growing big in her belly, and feeling the foal in there, and even having a little foal running around at her feet. It was just such a warm and fuzzy feeling to think about. But she was so young, that she didn’t even have enough legs for a foal to run around. Rarity said she’d help, but it’d be such a terrible burden on her. Sweetie Belle didn’t even want to think of what her parents would think, of Sweetie being a parent herself. She just... didn’t want to look at Mother and Father as equals, and... no longer as their daughter, who hadn’t birthed her own daughter.

With her newfound friends, through Twilight Sparkle, Sweetie knew a lot more about birth, and giving birth, and what a foal really is. She was fairly sure that if she worked hard and studied and found her special talent, and got really good at it, then it would be the perfect time to have a foal. If Twilight was right about the birth control things, then Sweetie could just look forward to giving birth until then, pretend that she was making a foal as much as she wanted, and when the time came to make her belly heavy and milk from her teats, she would never have to fear for the safety of her foal.

Zecora warned that some cramping might occur, but Sweetie was lucky enough not even to have that. Just a painful twinge or two. She’d never even felt her womb before, so it was a novel experience. Just a sore golf ball in her pelvis. Sweetie was instructed to wait until she felt estrus for the first time, whereupon she could hurry to Twilight, who could help her the same way she did Apple Bloom. There were a few ponies at the hospital who could perform that procedure, but of course you needed your parent’s permission for that, and what Twilight said were a few months of time to process the paperwork. Twilight said she was going to clean up this town’s inefficiency or die trying, but clearly she hadn’t yet. And actually there was a loophole; you could take a train ride to nearby Ponydale, and have “the procedure” done without any requirements to prove yourself, since you were just an Equestrian citizen there, not a member of the town.

Whatever happened, Sweetie was determined to do the right thing, and live her life without regrets. Meanwhile, Scootaloo was fucking Apple Bloom.

Okay, go back a bit. Scootaloo was going to meet Apple Bloom in their Cutie Mark Crusaders clubhouse.

Wait, no, no. Scootaloo didn’t think he was going to meet Apple Bloom in their Cutie Mark Crusaders clubhouse. Apple Bloom was doing her chores, he thought. He was just going to work on the wobbly wheel on his scooter, he thought. And she thought that her sister just didn’t understand, when Applejack kindly gave Apple Bloom the morning off on account of her estrus, saying they could make it up later after she’s cooled off a bit.

Apple Bloom had been counting on the morning chores to help her not think about what she was going to do with Scootaloo that afternoon. Take her mind off of how much she’d been missing what she saw, and what marely desires she was having. Without those chores, Apple Bloom had only one choice. Well: two choices, go cool off in the creek and feel like road apples all day, or go find somewhere private to... let out her tensions, where she wouldn’t have any opportunity to throw herself under a stallion, when her lust drove her to do it. There was no plan for the CMC to meet today until the afternoon, so she figured she could use the clubhouse for that purpose.

Her only saving grace was he didn’t stumble upon her sitting on the hammer, a contentious whine in her chest for her heated passage working the stiff polished wooden handle to a slippery sliminess that she couldn’t stop producing. No, the hammer was strewn aside, leaving a trail of juices where she’d kicked it; Apple Bloom had practically drained the water cooler. Now she was just using her hoof, fiddling her clitoris, trying to make herself orgasm so hard that she wouldn’t even think of Scootaloo doing her, until she was safe, and Twilight’s thing had made her pregnancy free.

So that’s what Scootaloo trotted into. Apple Bloom scrambled to her hooves faster than she could squeak, and of course one of them slipped on the floorboards, because it was so very obviously matted with filly juices.

“Scoo—Scootaloo!” she said in frenzied alarm. They both stared at each other, frozen in shock. Except... one thing between them that wasn’t frozen. Apple Bloom’s eyes darted down to part of Scootaloo that wasn’t frozen in shock at all, emerging from his sheath at the mere sight of Apple Bloom there. Her scent was heavy in the air, no doubt making him extend that shaft and twitch it where it dangled, his body preparing to impregnate her.

“A-ah’m not safe yet,” she said in worried clarification. She was trying to tell him to go, but just the thought that there was a stallion here to fill her up made Apple Bloom terrified of him leaving.

“Yeah,” he said dumbly, looking down, but not running away like he should.

“Ah’m in heat,” she said to him equally dumbly. Her scent making his dick come out, just the possibility that he’d mount her made her quiver inside. With fear but with a crazy hope.

“I know,” Scootaloo gulped. But he didn’t leave! He just... twitched under there. And thickened.

“If you go in me, you’ll make me preggers,” Apple Bloom said faintly.

“Yeah,” he said seriously, looking at her with those vivid violet eyes.

“Ah don’t wanna be preggers,” Apple Bloom explained.

“I–I know,” he said shakily.

They stared at each other a moment longer, and then Apple Bloom just turned and presented for him. It was so easy to do. She just lifted her tail, and showed him her filly parts. He didn’t even need to say a word. He just climbed up onto her rump, bore down on her and her vulva felt the sweet kiss of his penis. And then Scootaloo was fucking her.

It was so quietly urgent, and she felt so guilty about it, but that incredible sliding feeling kept her going. She let him do it, let her passage tingle and twinge at the feel of that shaft sliding in there. He just plunged in her, and she faced forward. Simple. Sliding up in her body right now was a penis, that was gonna fill her full of foals. It felt familiar to Apple Bloom now, not strange. She let Scootaloo put it in there, and she wanted it in there, and she didn’t want him to stop until he was done and it was too late.

“We should stop...” she said quietly, feeling so thick with what they were doing. Her words sounded loud in the intense silence of their mating. Her rump was just full and moving, and holding him, her hooves square on the ground so she could be spread wide open with a boy’s fleshy tool.

“Yeah...” he agreed, “Can’t... can’t splooge in you.” He slowed, but he was still fucking her. Apple Bloom wanted to be fucked. Her inside place was thanking her with every driving thrust. When he fucked her, she stopped needing, and wanting. She felt perfect. Just the thought of him splooging in there made her desire flare up wild, and crazy.

“You’re gonna!” she gasped in crisis. “You caint just... be in me and not do it. Feel y’all ready to ...squirt!” She saw him in her mind’s eye, saw his penis doing the thing, outside into the air, and then into Sweetie Belle. Apple Bloom hadn’t never felt one drop squirt in her before. She felt his dick, and she knew that feeling, but she never felt what it could do! She wanted to feel it! Maybe she could just quietly let him keep going, until she finally got what she craved.

“I–I have to stop,” he said, teasing his shaft slowly, but hungrily to orgasm, with Apple Bloom’s sweet, needy insides, regardless of any wisdom or sense.

“Y’gotta,” Apple Bloom said sorrowfully. Scootaloo slowed and... stopped. Scootaloo was in her. Oh, he was in her! She didn’t want him to pull out!

“On t-three, okay?” Scootaloo said tensely.

“Okay,” Apple Bloom parrotted numbly. She tried to prepare herself for that feeling that... empty feeling of wanting him, and not letting him do it. She wanted him to just do it, and she could finally feel his seed in her. But she couldn’t... she just couldn’t!

“One, two...three!” Scootaloo exclaimed, rearing off of her. Apple Bloom stepped shakily forward until she was empty, so empty and dripping. She was standing there with her rear all alone. She heard Scootaloo’s gasp as he slipped out. She started to back towards him again. Had to make him do it, go inside her. He...

He walked up alongside her.

“What are we doing, Apple Bloom?” he asked, in a wavering tone. Bloom said nothing, just turned her head away from him in shame, her bow ruffling in the air.

“We gotta wait till this afternoon,” he continued insistently. “You won’t get pregnant then.”

“But ah wanna be pregnant!” she said in a heartbroken tone, looking at him earnestly.

He looked her in the eyes again with the most incredulous look. “No you don’t,” he said, “This is just that estrus. Your family—”

“Ah know,” Apple Bloom said. “We been... Apples’ve been losing Ponyville for generations... we’re all that’s left! If ah went and got mahself pregnant... we’d have to... we’d lose everythin’, but ah want it so bad!”

She turned to face him fully, feeling like she was confessing, as Apple Bloom said to him tearfully, “Every time! Every time we played it safe, and your penis s-squirted up in the air, ah wanted to feel that inside me. Ah know what a dick feels like inside me but I never even once felt the squirting! A-ah got in heat, and ah wanted you so bad, an’ you always finished in Sweetie Belle instead! Ah’m so g-glad you did, but ah still wanted you. Ah had to watch you, fuckin’ Sweetie Belle, an’ all ah could do is touch mahself! Saw your seed drippin’ outta her girl hole, makin’ her a mommah, an’ ah...

“I wanted to be her,” Apple Bloom said in earnest entreaty. “I-it’ll be too late this afternoon. Ah don’t just wanna feel you splooge in me, ah wanna feel you make me pregnant! Ah want what... S-sweetie Belle had. Want it to happen to me.” She was shaking now. “I-it’s like magic; she looked the same, but she was so different! She felt her body gettin’ ready to make the foal, and... and one squirt an’ you can do that to me!

“An’ after this afternoon,” she concluded dismally, “You caint. Ah want you to do it now, before it’s too late!”

She presented for him, just winking helplessly at her need to feel that incredible significance that happened to Sweetie Belle, when Sweetie missed her estrus cycle. “If you do it now, ah’ll be a pregnant mare!” she urged him. “A-ah’ll feel mahself turn into... be that way, feel your seed makin’ my body ready for the foal!” She blushed and said, “N-not really, but it’s just... you’re here an’ we can do it. Nopony needs to know!”

“Apple Bloom, please...” Scootaloo whimpered. She felt so guilty, forcing him to fuck her with the swaying of her hips, the raising of her tail, that tender winking of her girl parts that spattered her juices on the floor. He didn’t want to do it to her... but she didn’t want to do it either. She needed to do it. It weren’t fair that only Sweetie got to feel that way!

His hooves touched Apple Bloom’s rump making it pike—his hooves left her rump. She slid her head around he was just standing there / she felt so hungry. Then he lurched forward and his tongue hit her, and Apple Bloom just convulsed helplessly as she gasped for breath, her insides on fire from his muzzle pressed hard against her fertile petals, tongue laid desperately against the clitoris that set her nerves aflame. He made her cry out, reaching forward for nothing at all.

Apple Bloom knew what he was doing, when he did it. Scootaloo knew what he was doing. He stopped licking her, to climb on top of Apple Bloom’s rump again, panting and shoving that dick against her. Apple Bloom looked over her shoulder at his urgent form, and begged silently for her hungry, empty, needy vagina to be filled. So many times she saw that shaft ejecting its virile contents into the air, always wishing it was doing that in her instead, so she could feel it. And now he had no choice. She had no choice! She couldn’t resist her estrus anymore. Today Apple Bloom knew she would feel what it really means to be a mare.

Scootaloo hit home, and Apple Bloom’s whole body shuddered at the intense feeling of his hungry, potent shaft pushing into her inch after inch.

“Dammit, Apple Bloom!” he shouted dizzily above her, holding onto her as Apple Bloom fought to breathe, so full of his sliding shaft. Compared to this immense satisfying penetration, her past orgasms weren’t nothing. This is what Apple Bloom wanted. This is what she needed to happen. “You’re so incredible!” he said, leaning against her back, and fucking that turgid channel in her hips with a desperate vigor. “I can’t stop. It’s all going to go in you, and you’re gonna be pregnant!” he moaned out bitterly.

“Ah...ah’m gonna foal” Apple Bloom whimpered, so full of that sliding shaft, every motion reminding her of what it was going to do to her in there. She’d seen Scootaloo orgasm into the air, and now all that was going to shoot up deep inside her. “Ah’m gonna feel it... just like Sweetie,” she whispered, “Oh Scoots ah need you to do it ah don’t even care ah don’t... pregnant...gonna feel it...”

Scootaloo slowed desperately, holding himself at the edge of climax. Apple Bloom could feel that flat broad head against her insides where it was so sensitive. She had it in her and he was gonna squirt. He couldn’t hold back, and Apple Bloom was gonna be full of foal just like Sweetie Belle was. “Just...do it,” she begged in a bittersweet moan. “Ah cain’t stop making ya do it... so just let me have it. Ah wanna feel what it’s like so bad!

“...to become a momma,” she finished in a hoarse whisper, her ears going down in shame. Scootaloo shoved against her hard then, and she gave a cry of alarm as she felt something squirt her in there. He was doing it! “Oh Scootaloo ah cain feel you doing it!” she cried passionately, “Makin’ me a momma with your seed!”

“Th-that’s—not it...yet...” Scootaloo hissed through clenched teeth. “H-happens sometimes, right before I... I... this is so bucked up.”

He thrust in her again, his shaft sliding along her clutching walls, driving Apple Bloom wild with a hungry curiosity. Was she pregnant yet? What was he going to do?

“I’m gonna put it all into you,” he grunted passionately, “M-make you feel like Sweetie... Belle. A-apple Bloom you’re gonna feel it... a-and then you’ll have my... my foal...”

Apple Bloom climaxed hard.

It took her like wildfire. She was so worked up she didn’t even, and then she was just wailing on him in there. Just like Sweetie Belle, she was gonna be—! Her body was shaking from the effort, her hooves planted as she grunted helplessly in the grips, blissful convulsions radiating through her. Scootaloo, that wonderful Scootaloo, drove his penis into her and held deep inside her, so every ripple Apple Bloom felt in there could caress that beautiful velvety pole. He nuzzled her, he—he licked her ears. She felt like a newborn babe, helpless before the feelings sweeping through her.

A filly’s squeezing lasts longer than a stallion’s ejaculation, and when that squeezing stops, Apple Bloom came to find that those feelings continue. Apple Bloom was hardly sensate, just delirious with pleasure when he assumed her climax was at an end and started thrusting again, not knowing that she was still feeling it. Apple Bloom didn’t tell him, because she wanted him to thrust while it happened to her, keeping her nerves atingle and her insides like the most beautiful and brilliant of starscapes.

When Apple Bloom could talk; when she could rock against him again, loving him for what he did to her, and what he was going to do, Apple Bloom murmured senselessly, “You’re so slidey in mah hips... up in there, in mah foal place, in mah birth canal.” She couldn’t think, just babbling with her tense breaths, driven out of her by his pistoning phallus. “You’re gonna stop, a-and when you... do it’ll be squirtin’ in me. Scoo–scoootaloo~ mah womb... ah don’t wanna foal but... ’s goin’ anyway. Ah... ah feel you Scoots!”

She knew she could simply just walk forward again, and Apple Bloom would be free, but she wasn’t going to free herself. She was gonna stand there until Scootaloo was done fucking her, and filling her up with his seed. She was going to feel it squirting, and she was gonna let it squirt in there. She was going to take his phallus inside and feel those squirts, until she was all pregnant with a foal. Apple Bloom could only imagine what that shaft in her would feel like, all squirting as she’d seen before, but all she needed to know was that it was gonna happen. She wasn’t gonna miss it this time!

Apple Bloom didn’t want a foal; she couldn’t be bearing a foal, but she just felt she had no choice. This estrus had taken her. She just couldn’t fight it anymore. She couldn’t bring herself to care about anything more than the glorious anticipation of that hot shaft mashing against her deepest parts. What was the squirting going to be like? This thrust, squeeze, mush, thrust, would somehow combine with those hot jets of seed she saw. Her vagina quivered. She wanted to know...

It was almost a physical need to know that, a need to feel herself turning pregnant for real. So Apple Bloom tempted Scootaloo when they met in the clubhouse. Apple Bloom took Scootaloo into her, and rocked against Scootaloo purposefully, instead of pulling away. She slid his shaft in and out of that amazing place in her hips, just as he drove it in and out, driving her stretched inner parts absolutely wild. She knew she shouldn’t do this, but she did anyway and the more she did, the easier it was to do it, to just ignore what she wanted, and be the fertile, receptive mare for her stallion, that Apple Bloom had turned into.

She was tired of being that mare. She wanted to be the momma instead!

“Trying... to hold back,” Scootaloo said making another slow delicious thrust. “C-can’t stop though. Don’t want to make y-you mom, but it’s c-coming out so... hope you enjoy it.”

“Ah’ll remember this moment for all mah life,” Apple Bloom told him lovingly. He was trying so hard to stop the inevitable, but he felt the driving purpose to make babies in her hips as much as she did. Apple Bloom just gave into it, and cried out gladly when his thrusting sped up, and then she saw Sweetie Belle there in the doorway, hoof shoved between her thick, candy white legs, dripping with arousal at the sight of them. From that state of the puddle, it looked like Sweetie had been standing there for quite some time now.

Apple Bloom didn’t know what to say. She looked at Sweetie with fearful, guilty eyes, silently begging her to help somehow, to save Apple Bloom from Scootaloo, to save Apple Bloom from herself. Sweetie just stood there with a sorrowfully apologetic look on her face, biting her lower lip, while Apple Bloom had to just stand there and grunt anxiously at the hot thrusts of Scootaloo into her lust soaked behind. That was better than Apple Bloom deserved for doing this to herself. At least Sweetie could find pleasure in seeing her friend impregnated. She shouldn’t help, because it was Apple Bloom’s fault, and if Sweetie wanted to pleasure herself instead of helping, that was just fine.

Sweetie was going to see it, the moment everything changed. All this, and Apple Bloom realized she wasn’t pregnant. She was being fucked, and she didn’t have a drop of seed in her. It was the last moment in her life that Apple Bloom would ever just be her normal, average self. Scootaloo was going to do it, and Sweetie was going to see it, and here was Apple Bloom in the turbulent middle of it all!

Scootaloo’s shaft swelled up in her like a balloon, and his thrusting grew erratic. Apple Bloom sucked in a breath, focusing on her passage, spreading and spreading. She felt so vulnerable. She couldn’t stop feeling that shaft that reminded her: one squirt from it, and her life would change forever. Was this really gonna happen to her? Was she really here, doing this, and going to have Scootaloo’s foals? His penis was gonna make her pregnant, and there wouldn’t be anything she could do. She had to pull him out before it happened... why was she just letting it happen?

Apple Bloom’s pupils shrank when Scootaloo said, “Here it... comes...!” Apple Bloom stumbled forward again, as he hurled himself against her, and held inside her, moaning as it happened to him. The orgasm. She should escape—she didn’t want to!

“Ah’m gonna feel it!” Apple Bloom just about sobbed, telling Sweetie as that thick shaft started thrashing inside her. “Sweetie help he’s in me he’s gonna...ahh!!” And then she felt it. It was a hot gooey strike inside her. It slimed along her in there it was... it was squirting over and over again! Deep within her, his penis started thrashing, pumping into her, just like it did in Sweetie Belle. These were real squirts, not just squirts, but like she was getting blasted in there! Apple Bloom’s eyes widened as, for the first time in her life, she felt her vagina begin to fill with hot, slimy seed.

Though she first shared gazes with the lust ridden Sweetie Belle, Apple Bloom turned, consumed by curiosity, to look back at her own hips. To make sure it was actually happening to her. Scootaloo’s orange fuzzy rump was there pressed against her fuzzy yellow rump, and within her yellow rump, she felt his thick throbbing penis, and hot squirts. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his expression so intense, as he did it and did it in her. She could feel hot rushes blooming from within, where she knew the flat head of his penis was pushed up against her deepest places. Where he was pumping it out of himself hard as he could. Pregnating her.

“...ah’m pregnant,” Apple Bloom told those hips in shock. She just... mentioned it, in a tone filled with wonder and dread. She glanced at the pegasus who was doing this to her. Inside her, and on top of her, it didn’t seem even conceivable, but there was Scootaloo, clenching his teeth intensely, and pumping her full of seed, changing Apple Bloom even as she stood there watching it happen. He was pulsing deep inside her, making a strange gooey slime flood into her vagina, transforming her into a pregnant mare.

Just a moment to see him doing her, then Apple Bloom looked forward, back to her masturbating best friend, and just let it all happen to her. An immense relief washed over Apple Bloom, as she stood there passively like a good little mare, and Scootaloo ejaculated into her like a good little stallion. She didn’t have to watch to feel it, because it was her hips he was filling, not Sweetie’s. Apple Bloom was the one becoming pregnant now. Apple Bloom knew every jerk and throb of his penis, every a pulse of hot semen, because it was all going into Apple Bloom herself. Apple Bloom found her hot inner flesh welcomed it, like he was coming home with every spurt. She was made for these spurts. She felt what it was like, at the worst possible time in her life. It was amazing.

She couldn’t believe that she was a filly who was pregnant now. Just one squirt woulda done her, and he did so many. It was such a shock of realization that she was a momma. It wasn’t just a dream or a desire anymore; every inch of her in there felt covered with his strange ooze. Apple Bloom could feel Scootaloo’s seed, and she was downright full of it. As far as she could conceive, that meant she was pregnant as any mare could be. So full of Scootaloo... changed by his gooey boy stuff, into a momma.

Scootaloo whimpered then, and Apple Bloom just reached up, and caressed his back with her tail, comfortingly. She wished she could comfort him, at least. She wished someone could comfort herself. His squirting was done, it seemed. Apple Bloom felt like she melted from the waist down. She could feel him inside her still, feel his slippery shaft moving and sliding in there with every little shift of his body, but the deed was done. His penis was inside a fertilized vagina, and Apple Bloom couldn’t forget the feel of his seed shooting deep inside her.

She looked forward at Sweetie Belle, who had practically collapsed in an orgasm, her cheek pressed to the ground as her hips jerked rhythmically up in the air. Good. That meant Apple Bloom wouldn’t have to try and explain just yet. Not that she could ever explain.

“Gosh Scoots,” she said a bit breathlessly, “Y’made me pregnant as a sow, but ah ain’t blamin’ you. Ah made ya do it, an’ mah estrus made me do it.”

“S-still don’t regret it,” Scootaloo said, shivering despite the temperature of the clubhouse. “You hadn’t even f-felt it yet. So now you do.”

Apple Bloom looked back somewhat fearfully, as Scootaloo started to pull out of her. Her vagina had never been this way before. It felt so slimy and gooey, and when he drew the head of that thick shaft out, Scootaloo’s penis smeared up all against Apple Bloom there, as if it could spread out over her whole rear. His penis... Apple Bloom had actually felt Scootaloo’s penis inside her, and its absence when the only thing he left in her is his slimy fluid, busily turning an egg up in her hips into a tiny foal. It didn’t feel like nothing was happening up there, but the book said his critters were just wiggling up into her womb and doing it, even as she stood there before him.

Apple Bloom was blushing up a storm, and she couldn’t figure out how she felt about what happened. She wanted to get pregnant so bad, but now that she was, she felt scared and insecure about herself. She tried to lower her tail, and thought better of it, because something had happened between her legs that she’d never had to deal with before. Apple Bloom just couldn’t stop staring at it... at Scootaloo’s work.

“Ah did feel it,” she said cautiously. “A-ah wish I didn’t, but ah did. Mah... your seed’s all in mah vagina, just like the book said. Caint believe you... we all went and did it. Am I really a... a momma now?”

“I–I will try to be a daddy, but I just couldn’t stop,” Scootaloo said. “You don’t have to be a... a mom if you couldn’t stop, right? But it’s just gonna grow in you now. Oh man, we screwed up...”

“I wasn’t even gonna do this with ya until ah was safe,” Apple Bloom said quietly, feeling oddly serene despite her worries. “B-but we kinda ran into each other, and... aw cornfeathers I can’t say it was bad. Y-you made me feel so incredible. Scootaloo, ah could feel your penis! You were shovin’ it way up inside me! A-and then all that goo. I loved it so much, but ah ain’t never b-been a momma before it’s weird.”

She looked at Sweetie who was starting to come out of it, and with a sad smile Apple Bloom said, “Sorry Sweetie, ah just couldn’t hold back. It’s mah fault for makin’ Scoots do it to me.”

“No it’s my fault for doing it,” Scootaloo argued. “I–I wanted to do it with my tongue, but then I just said buck it and put it in you, and it felt so much better but... but I had to make you pregnant.”

“It’s estrus’s fault,” came Sweetie’s dazed, surprisingly bitter mumble. “It wouldn’t even let you wait until you had the thing. It had to make you hurry up, so it would be too late. And it also had to make m-me want... it.”

“Ah guess,” Apple Bloom said morosely, looking at her gross bottom with a curiously detached indifference. “Figures ah’d get preggers right when it was too late to stop it. That contracepty thing sure won’t work no more, will it?”

Scootaloo blinked in shock at what she said. “Wait,” he replied skeptically, “Why wouldn’t it?”

Apple Bloom tilted her head at him, and said, “Because mah egg’s already all foaled up and stuff?”

“Yeah, but maybe it isn’t,” Scootaloo said, with a somewhat desperate edge to his voice. “It’s just like a couple hours right? Maybe you still have time.”

“Y’know, ah think you might be right,” Apple Bloom said in an intrigued tone, looking at her bottom again. “If she’s gonna give me a thingy to stop the sperms, it don’t matter if’n there’s a sperm in there already. We just gotta do it before ah get all planted!”

Sweetie got to her hooves, looking at Apple bloom worriedly.

Apple Bloom just hugged Sweetie saying, “Thanks so much! For lettin’ him pregger me ah mean, because ah really needed it. It was so weird, but... but it was good! And a-ah promise I’ll do whatever ah cain to not ruin it by gettin’ preggers.”

“Won’t Twilight be mad, though?” Sweetie asked worriedly, her cheek smushed up against Apple Bloom’s. “She said that somepony who did it, and knew they would be pregnant, was more um... guilty or something.”

“Shucks that’s silly now that I felt it,” Apple Bloom laughed heartily, releasing Sweetie to stagger on her own. “It was like a million times harder to stop, knowin’ ah’d be bearin’ a foal than if ah didn’t. There’s less choice involved, if you ask me. Ah guess I really do want foals, at least when Scootaloo’s in the middle of doin’ me. But ah never asked to want it, or be a filly all fulla seed and too sexy for th’ boys to resist.”

Bloom paused to bat her eyes at Scootaloo and gave a coy butt wiggle. Scootaloo just blushed and looked away from her gaze, and he certainly didn’t deny her allure.

“I don’t know if that would go over so well,” Sweetie said with a frown. “When she finds out, she might not even let you have it!”

“So don’t let her find out,” Scootaloo said intently. “What happens in the clubhouse stays in ... here. You’re not really pregnant yet, you’re just like, dripping with my stuff. Clean it up, and nopony’d know. Uh...h-how’d it feel, by the way?”

“Amazin’” Apple Bloom told him with a satisfied sigh. “It was somethin’ ah been wanting every time I saw you squirtin’ up into the air. Wanted to feel it all inside me instead. Just all ploom inside me, like you were fillin’ me with gooey slimy joy. When y’did it outside, that meant ah wasn’t gonna be with foal. Mah insides wantin’ it, and watchin’ you do it out. That’s frustratin’!”

She turned to Sweetie and said more agitatedly, “An’ then when you got preggered, Scoots had to do it in you to save me. Ah wanted him to pregger me so bad, and ah had to just watch while your insides got all slimy and drippy with his goo. Ah was so curious what it would feel like if I did it.”

Bloom flipped the tip of her tail up, smiling and saying, “An’ Scootaloo didn’t disappoint. That was really amazin’”

“You really thought you were gonna... have his foal, though,” Sweetie said hesitantly. “You tried so hard to m-make sure that it would happen to you. A-and now you’re really okay with n-not doing it?”

Apple Bloom blushed and shifted on her hooves, staring at them. “Ah... ah dunno what t’say Sweetie. Ah couldn’t stop an’ ah couldn’t even think, with his boy thing in me. I’d love to have Scootaloo’s foal, but... but ah cain think now, and it don’t bother me that there could be a... better way.”

Apple Bloom shook her head sadly. “Much as ah’d love to have your foal Scoots, it’d cause way too much strife. Ah do wish ah could let it go and go until ah had an adorable foal of mah own, all nursin’ on me. And ah feel... bad for you, Scootaloo.”

“Me?” Scootaloo said confusedly.

“It’s your foal too!” Apple Bloom asserted. “You gotta just sit there and wish you could have a foal, while I get rid of your only chance. Ah wish ah could give you one, and instead ah gotta disappoint you!”

“Hey, there’s nothing disappointing about this, Apple Bloom,” Scootaloo said generously. “I would be so upset if something bad happened to you, and I could care less if—I mean, I care about my f-foal, and I promise I’d be a good daddy, but I care about you more. You’re our best friend!”

Sweetie didn’t say anything, just nudged Scootaloo more towards Apple Bloom, as if trying to imply he should do something.

“But—ah mean, look at me!” Apple Bloom said, still unconvinced, standing there facing them square on her four legs, and feeling so weird right now. Behind her was the same pert mound that had always been between her legs, but now it was full of seed, in estrus. It was all slimy, and... and slimy deep like it ain’t never been before.

“It–it’s all inside me,” she explained anxiously, “Your stuff is makin’ me a momma, right now! Apple Bloom the momma, that’s what you’re lookin’ at! I’m not a momma right now, but any minute and poof, all the things come together in there! Ah could be just standin’ here, and i-it’ll happen in me. Ah could get a thing to stop it, but if ah didn’t, it’s already done. Mah belly gets all bigger, a-and mah teats start leakin’ for th’ foal. These ones down here. A-and this belly right here! Then ah’ll be pushing out your filly, o-or colt. And it don’t bother you, that tomorrow ah’m just gonna be back the way I was?”

“Well when you put it that way,” Scootaloo said critically, “It would bother me, because I don’t think you’ll be back the way you were.”

“B-but the contracepty thing,” Apple Bloom said uncertainly, “Makes me all uh, not pregnantable.”

“Yeah but—” Scootaloo huffed and scuffed his hoof on the ground. “Apple Bloom,” he said in a bothered tone. “When I was... h-holding you and pumping it all into you, I could see your whole... I could see what it did to you. You really enjoyed that.”

“Ah feel like night and day,” Apple Bloom agreed happily. “Mah hoo ha ain’t never been so happy, even before estrus. You made me feel better’n ah ever felt before, when ya squirted like that. Ah needed it, an’ you gave it to me!”

“So there’s no foal,” Scootaloo said dismissively, “So what? You’ll always have that... um... feeling. I got to show you how good it feels, and even if you’re not all swollen up and pregnant tomorrow, you’ll still remember what I did. I could just wink at you one day, and you’d be like ‘Oh yeah, his squirts felt totally awesome!’ I could sit there and...”

Scootaloo glanced worriedly at Sweetie Belle, and then looked at Apple Bloom thoughtfully. “You felt different,” he said to Apple Bloom, out of the blue. “Sweetie is softer, and you’re wetter, and you have more of a... rubby thing on the bottom, like I was sliding against it. Sweetie squeezes a lot harder, but she has practice I guess, and you’re sorta more open when I get really deep, while Sweetie’s more like... huggy in there. My point is—” he lifted a hoof anxiously. “My point is that a million years from now I’m still gonna look back and remember, not just because you’re my friend, but because you’ve got this incredible filly place, that I’ll never forget, and... well, you sorta, changed me. I won’t be pregnant, but I won’t be back the way I was at all. I helped you w-with estrus, even though I wasn’t supposed to, and that makes me feel really... special. Changed. Like, I can have trouble with the school assignment, but at least I’ll always know that I... did that to my friend. That I could make her feel so good.

“I–I don’t know how many more fillies I could take,” Scootaloo confessed. “You two are incredible! You’re so... you know. And when I did... it in you, you made me feel it like a million times more. I don’t think I could take feeling this way about many more ponies. It just makes me feel all warm and... sappy and stuff.

“You changed me from Scootaloo who likes going into fillies, to Scootaloo who’s... full of going into fillies. I needed it more when I couldn’t do you, but now I feel just perfectly fine with you, and Sweetie and.... maybe one day Rainbow Dash...”

Sweetie looked at Scootaloo with thoughtful concern.

“So, um...” he said insecurely. “You changed me, Apple Bloom, and I think I changed you too. You don’t need to have a foal to be special and changed. You just need... you know... friends...”

Apple Bloom was trying not to cry, and it just wasn’t working. “You’re mah very best friend too Scootaloo,” she said emotionally. “Ah... ah don’t need no foal to tell me that.” She shifted on her hooves, wanting to hug him fierce. But she knew Scootaloo wasn’t into sappy things like hugs and Apple Bloom certainly didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“Just hug already!” Sweetie blurted out impatiently.