Dinky’s Odd Day

“Heya, Dinks!” Apple Bloom said again, near scaring Dinky out of his sweet little wits.

“H-h-hi Apple Bloom,” he said, unsure of just how she found out he was a colt. When he asked, Apple Bloom said she just had gotten a more discerning eye for these things. It was that stupid estrus is what it was, making him more and more different from the fillies, as it drove them absolutely off the wall batty.

Dinky just wanted to blend in with the other foals, but the fillies, they kept sticking their butts at colts, and trying to be friendly to them when they would otherwise turn up their noses. Even the meanest fillies were a cooing melty pile of affection it seemed, where colts were involved. He kind of liked how they kept doing that butt thing, where their weird filly parts would move, but it was just so strange for his own classmates to be acting that way. Dinky figured his gender neutral appearance and low profile assured that they wouldn’t do anything to him directly, but Apple Bloom...

While the other fillies were all going after the obvious colts and leaving Dinky to himself in peace, Apple Bloom was making for Dinky like a colt seeking missile. And she wasn’t just friendly with him. She was downright aggressive! What’s worse is she kept teasing him terribly with the fact that she knew all about her estrus and he did not. Dinky wanted to go to the library and read about it, but it was bad enough the pastor said learning was bad, there was that scary pony there that he wasn’t going to get anywhere near. Certainly none of his school textbooks had anything about estrus, or why Apple Bloom said she was just “showin’ off” for him. He really wasn’t sure. What was clear was that it was making his penis act... very uncooperative.

It normally only got stiff in early hours of the morning, and sometimes he’d wake with a mysterious sense of relief and a big freaking mess to clean up. He didn’t really know what was going on, and his mother, bless her heart, was just too confusing to really give him much advice. It was bad enough he had to learn how to speak from learning to read at school, but everything she said was implications, and Dinky just wasn’t experienced enough to know all the weird references she made.

Plus, estrus wasn’t limited to fillies alone, so even his mom got touchy and bottom shakey this time of year. He usually got the house mostly to himself, while his mom pointedly avoided both stallions and colts, hiding off somewhere so they couldn’t... something about teacups and balloons? Dinky really didn’t understand his mom’s thinking process.

What he did know was that Apple Bloom could draw out his colthood at the flip of a bit, making Dinky instantly stand out from everypony around. When she flashed her nethers, he tried really hard to keep it from coming out, but it was a losing battle. She’d spread her flowery petal things down there with a hoof, and tickle his nose with her tail. He always ended up running away from her, and just dunking his groin in the stream to try to ease the swelling...whatever it was that was happening to him. Apple Bloom seemed to know there was nothing wrong with it, but Dinky wasn’t nearly so confident. How did she know so much about estrus stuff anyway? Did fillies have a special class or something?

In the end, his most reliable source of information about this mysterious month was Apple Bloom. He just didn’t trust any other sources, and especially not the other colts who said something about going to Tartarus and being pure, stuff that seemed completely unrelated to a penis problem. He was pretty sure they didn’t have a clue either, and he couldn’t often approach them, what with how they were already beset by aroused fillies. But Apple Bloom, something just gave Dinky a hunch that she had real insight into what was going on.

So he said, “H-h-hi, Apple Bloom,” instead of running away once, and started trying to figure out how to ask her, without getting teased for it. But it wasn’t long before she was making fun of him again. She caught him alone again; she had an uncanny ability for doing that. No other ponies could see them here around behind the building Dinky had been taking a shortcut past. There in the alleyway, Apple Bloom raised her tail dancing into the air and said, “Welp, time t’ get your thing out again!” in entirely too cheerful a tone.

“Stop teasing me!” Dinky said with a wince, covering up his already shifting groin with his forehooves. Her custard yellow rear end still had those mysterious folds in it, that Dinky found so fascinating in fillies. It was like somepony had taken a colt, and just pulled the penis out of him like a lego brick, with only the coupling for it left behind. Both he and Apple Bloom had the same asshole, but that... filly place was just so different. And it kept moving. “W-why are you doing this...” he whimpered. Not whimpering because he wanted it to stop, though he did, but because he wanted to be more confident, and demand that Apple Bloom tell him what the hay she is teasing him so much about.

“Ah dunno, maybe y’oughta find out,” she said coyly, sauntering past him with a little hip sway. “Ain’t estrus just terrible, makin’ me all feel this way? Oh if only there were a colt who could help me out!”

“How am I supposed to help you when you just walk like... that, and don’t tell me anything!” Dinky exclaimed in exasperation. This was just getting out of hoof. He had to talk to her, to tell her... something. Think, Dinky! What words had he read, that would be the right thing to say?

“C’mon,” the bold yellow filly still teased, hanging her humid rear before his face. It looked um... tasty. That’s silly though. And it smelled a... a lot better than he’d have thought, not at all like pee, or feces. “Ain’t this doin’ anything to ya?” she asked, in a bit of an exasperated tone herself.

“Yes!” Dinky said with a grimace. “It’s making my p-p... my thing hard.” This was the strongest she’d ever come on to him, and it was overwhelming! Her sheer smell was just intoxicating, and a drop was trickling out of her dew dappled folds. And now he was blushing because his penis was hard, sticking up between his legs like a pole. It felt so tense! He wished some of the blood in his face would get taken out of it, but when Apple Bloom danced before him, there was little he could do about it.

“An’ you feelin’ like doin’ anything with it?” Apple Bloom asked leadingly, without turning around, “Like, to a filly in heat, perhaps?”

He scrunched up his muzzle, and said, “I just want you to stop tea—”

“Ah’m not teasin’ you!” she interrupted before he could even say it. “Ah’m asking you an honest question. Ah always have been! Just... just answer it straight, okay?”

“How are you not teasing me?!”

“How am ah teasing you?!”

“I um...” Dinky was putting the pieces together, if slowly. Clearly her estrus was making his penis feel like this, and clearly she knew he was supposed to do something to her with it. That was as far as he got though. “I don’t know!” he exploded. “I don’t know and you won’t tell me! It keeps getting hard, and I just—I just stare at your bottom and it’s all fillylike and stuff, and I just don’t know what to do!”

“Please, you have to stop doing this,” Dinky about begged, having difficulty even standing like this. “It starts to hurt after a while! Do you really hate me that much? Just stop sticking your b-butt at me, so it can go back to normal already!”

Apple Bloom, surprisingly, did. She turned to face him with an aching, and searchingly serious expression on her sweaty face. “You really don’t have any idea?” she asked in disbelief, “What you’re supposed to do? Nothin’ naturally occurin’ to you?”

Dinky felt very unsure of himself, because here was his tormenter this month, suddenly hurting and vulnerable and practically speaking her soul to him through her vivid orange eyes. He didn’t know the words, he... answered honestly, like she requested. “I get some um... thoughts, but they’re stupid.”

“Try me,” Apple Bloom said in a deadpan.

“Your um... butt looks sort of... tasty?” Dinky says. “I know it’s not food though, it just sort of um... I sort of want to hug you? It’s just too confusing, I’m sorry...”

“A-ah guess it really don’t come natural then,” Apple Bloom said in a surprisingly subdued tone, with an uncertain lift of her hoof. “Why don’t ya hug me then, and if’n I look like food go ahead and lick me?” At least she wasn’t teasing him anymore, but this was worse! He wanted her even more, now!

“I–I–I can’t do that would be horrible,” Dinky said with a growing note of horror. “I don’t eat any meat, honest! Okay fish sometimes, but my mom is a pegasus what do you expect? You really want to get...

eaten?”

And Apple Bloom just kind of stared at him like she wasn’t really looking at him, but realizing something. “Okay, ah know ah’ve been bad to you so far,” she said to Dinky urgently, “But ya gotta meet me at the old cotton barn tomorrow. Ah have it all planned out. Ain’t got any chores, and your mom said you’re as free as a melon, whatever that means.”

“She speaks around her ideas,” Dinky explained lamely. “But why should I—”

“Ah promise you,” Apple Bloom said with a hand on his chest. “You will not regret it. No more teasin’. I thought you’d be like the other boys and just figure it out, but you just caint, an’ that makes me want to help you even more!” She turned her head away and said a little ashamed, “Ah didn’t even think that you wouldn’t figure it out. All that teasing an’ all ah’m doing is hurtin’ you.”

“S-sorry I didn’t figure um... it out,” Dinky said half apologetically. “You might notice I’m a little less colty than the other colts, so maybe they just have something I don’t.”

“Oh that ain’t it, trust me,” Apple Bloom said more assertively. “But you gotta remember, after lunch meet me in the old barn. You only gotta wait one day, and I can clear up all the problems you been havin’ about estrus.”

“Wait, wait, you wish to teach me about estrus?” Dinky asked in disbelief.

“Of course!” Apple Bloom said with a stomp. “How else are ya gonna help me with mah estrus! A-ah mean, maybe you don’t wanna know, but this’s real important!”

“I thought you were just teasing me!” Dinky said, whipping his tail in frustration. “I was trying to think how I should ask you!”

“...oh. Well why didn’t you say so?” Apple Bloom said, her own tail twitching for... reasons, as she clearly was staring at his stupid, stubborn colthood. Dinky just didn’t know what to tell this infuriating filly with her incomprehensible motivations.

“You... know about this stuff,” Dinky said evenly. “I need to learn about it, and I really would be grateful if you’d teach me. B-but the teasing doesn’t teach me, it just teases me for not knowing.”

“Ah’ll teach ya everything I know,” Apple Bloom said earnestly, “Tomorrow after lunch in the old cotton barn.”

Tomorrow, after lunch, in the old cotton barn, Dinky was pretty sure this was a huge mistake. But he said yes. How could he not, with her looking so... hurt by whatever was bothering her? So vulnerable? Apple Bloom left him alone in that alleyway, which let Dinky calm down some, but when Dinky got to his hooves, his penis slapped against his belly. That felt... really good for some reason. But he just blushed then, and waddled for the nearest creek, to take down the odd swelling again. That... worked, but it left him tingly all over, and trying to itch himself on things.

So, tomorrow after lunch, against his better judgement, Dinky was about to be at the sole mercy of a filly who did nothing but torment him for the past week, without even any adults nearby if she decided to rough him up. He didn’t trust her, but he didn’t have any choice. She had the answers and he kind of... really wanted to help her, if she’s been needing something all this time. He felt so... pent up, that he just had to release this tension, if there was any chance at all they could help each other.

In the barn, the scent of an excited filly doing lusty things with herself filled the air, not that Dinky knew that. He didn’t know precisely what he was smelling, but he was sure of two things: it was Apple Bloom, and it smelled incredible. His eyes quickly dilated to adjust to the lower light levels, and Apple Bloom was already in there, trotting right up to Dinky.

“You came!” she exclaimed happily, butting noses with him.

“I...yeah,” he said turning his head away. “M-my um... boy stuff really is... hard to deal with too, so even if I don’t get um, estrus so maybe we could help each other? I kind of think you know what to do to help me out? And you won’t tease the ideas right in front of me?”

“Oh, tease!” Apple Bloom exclaimed suddenly. “Like I was danglin’ the ideas right out of your reach, even though ah was in your reach. You didn’t mean like, makin’ fun of you.”

“No, I mean to tease me, with the stuff I don’t know,” Dinky confirmed hesitantly. “I get the words wrong sometimes, sorry.”

Apple Bloom was being so communicative and not trying to stick her nose under his tail, Dinky was starting to feel better about this already. Maybe she had stopped teasing him, and he finally would learn what he was supposed to do with her.

“Sorry, this—” Apple Bloom put a hoof on her forehead, “—estrus gets to me sometimes. Makes me wanna all stick mah butt at you, an’ prance around like ah was tryin’ t’get you to follow me.”

“Should I follow you?” Dinky asked uncertainly.

“Well, um, yeah in a sense,” Apple Bloom vaguely confirmed. “Ah’m not askin’ you to trust me, but... ah swear as crazy as some of this sounds, I am telling the honest truth.”

Dinky squinted his eyes at her, then said insistently, “Pinkie Pie swear?”

“Ah’m tellin’ the truth,” Apple Bloom said, ritualistically pantomiming, “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my ow!”

Dinky offered hesitantly, “You know you’re not supposed to actually...”

“Ah know, ah know!” Apple Bloom said in embarassment.

“Alright, I... guess I have to trust you then,” Dinky says. “Now, why does my penis keep getting stiff like this around you?”

“Uh...” Apple Bloom looked around as though hot pink vengeance would erupt from the shadows at any moment. “Well it’s hard to esplain, so it’s better if we just do it, now that we’re alone here. So ah’m just gonna show you how it works,” she said slyly, turning her butt to face him.

Apple Bloom raised her cherry red tail and ohmygosh did the sight of her butt make his penis just throb. She had strong hips, already widening from the apple bucking she helped out with. Apple Bloom was going to be a big pony down there, just like her sister. And between those thighs, beneath the ubiquitous anus, she had that inscrutable... something. It danced at him even as he watched.

“You’re not teasing me,” Dinky said uncertainly, unable to stop staring at this beautiful filly’s rear end. “You just want me to... figure it out?”

“Ah’m showin’ you,” Apple Bloom said. “Right where ah’m a filly and you’re a colt. It’s like a... pop quiz like. Makin’ your penis stiff, and then what?”

“S-s-so it’s okay if I’m... stiff,” Dinky said carefully, “And I do... something with your bottom?”

“Yeah, try lickin’ it,” Apple Bloom repeated stiffly, as if it were obvious and she was getting impatient.

“But I told you—” Dinky said in frustration before Apple Bloom interrupted saying,

“You’re not gonna eat it! Just lick it. Ah really n-need you to lick it...”

“You... need me?” Dinky said, standing behind her to regard that needy, needy bottom.

“Nghyes,” Apple Bloom said, “Shady’s all y’know and ah told Scoots ah’d get your help and... ah just need a colt right now, and you’re my friend, so ah been wanting yours, more and more.”

“My what?” Dinky asked.

It took Apple Bloom a beat to answer, when she said definitively, “Your tongue!”

“My tongue?” Dinky repeated dumbly.

“It feels real good when you lick me down there,” Apple Bloom said wiggling her hindquarters eagerly. “So so hurry it up and then you’ll get to the real special part.”

Dinky hesitated, took one look at Apple Bloom’s slimy, moist vulva, and then just cautiously, anxiously, lay his tongue on one of her buttocks, and groomed the fur flat there.

“No you gotta lick mah vulvas,” Apple Bloom immediately corrected him. “Not just on mah butt.”

“What are vulvas?” Dinky asked innocently.

“It’s the filly parta me,” Apple Bloom explained. “Looks kinda like a pocket? Where it gets all wrinkly and pink inside. You know, the parts I was uh, dancin’ for you.” With a grimace, Apple Bloom managed to make herself wink right beside his cheek. “Like that,” she said with a curious intensity to her voice.

“B-but you’re all slimy down there!” Dinky exclaimed. Then he blushed saying, “I–I mean no offense but you might have something—”

“Ah swear to you, that you won’t mind lickin’ even the slimiest thing ah got down there,” Apple Bloom said hotly. “Your tongue is slimy,” she contested. “It don’t feel nothing but good!”

“You Pinkie Pie swear?” Dinky repeated.

Apple Bloom sighed, lowering her tail a bit. “No, ah caint Pinkie Pie swear that, because you’re the one who has to decide in the end, but every colt I been with seemed to like it just fine.”

“How many colts?” Dinky asked hesitantly.

“Two,” Apple Bloom said impatiently, “An’ ah want you to be three, because the one’s busy with mah friend, and the other’s scared of me. Ah’m tryin’ not to scare you too, but come on my lil’ lips are right there, you just gotta lick ‘em, please!”

Dinky stared at Apple Bloom’s needy, quivering, lust addled form, and the only thing he could say is, “Okay.” He was hesitant at first, just lightly touching his tongue to those weird slimy wrinkled lips and... oh ew, she was even dripping to the ground. Just how slimy did she get down there—!

And that’s when Apple Bloom just gave a harsh cry and shoved her snatch needily into his face. Dinky pulled back somehow, but he was feeling pretty woozy too. Her scent–her slime was all over his muzzle. It was just doing things to him that he didn’t understand, and it only started with the penis between his legs. He pulled back, and crossed his eyes, touching his muzzle which felt... pleasantly slimy?

“Sorry, I’ll lick you now, really,” Dinky said, blushing hard as he moved toward her filly parts. And she was right, he liked this just fine. Dinky thought his hesitant tongue touches were driving Apple Bloom wild, but that was nothing as his confidence grew. He came to realize that Apple Bloom’s gross wrinkly insides felt like the softest velvet, her slime tasted like apples, and she smelled incredible. It was that wonderful scent she had, and the air in the barn had, but concentrated at the source, dizzily overpowering, and making his penis thicken, and throb fiercely, feeling lonely between his legs.

Dinky licked more and more. The more he licked, the more Apple Bloom’s tense cries turned into a relieved, heavy panting. He felt like he was getting lost, in the need to clean out her every crevice with his tongue. His dick ached so dearly deep inside his whole groin, making Dinky want to be closer to her. How could he be closer to her though? They were muzzle to groin! Dinky really wanted to hug her close. He couldn’t think. He just climbed up on her back and hugged her tight and...

...what was he even doing?

“Umf, sorry Apple Bloom I don’t know why I... up here on top of you,” he said, pushing off her rump and scooting back to put his head between her legs again. “I’ll lick you, like I’m supposed—”

“No, no do that again!” Apple Bloom shouted urgently, almost in a panicked tone.

“...climb up on you?” Dinky asked skeptically.

“Yeah, just like you just did,” Apple Bloom said with an excited quiver. “Your body was tryin’ to tell you something, an’ you gotta listen to what it says!”

“I... I guess so?” Dinky said uncertainly. He reared up and held Apple Bloom’s hips in his forehooves tenuously but tenderly. What was he feeling about her? Apple Bloom seemed so much more than just somepony he knew. It was like they had a connection together, like they were fast friends, or like she was his family, or... mom. At the thought of a filly version of ‘mom’ standing with her rump under his hooves like this, Dinky’s dick just freaking smacked his belly. He didn’t know why it was feeling so good, but if Apple Bloom said it was okay, maybe he didn’t even have to go drown this swelling in cold water!

“Scootch up a lil’ closer,” Apple Bloom said slyly. Dinky did so, walking on his hind legs to better grip around her haunches. “Lil’ closer,” Apple Bloom repeated, and Dinky did so. “Just a bit more,” Apple Bloom insisted.

Dinky was so close to her he was practically wrapped around her by the time she was satisfied. Her round, yellow body was soft and warm beneath him, from the rump his forehooves were straddling, up the curve of her back, even to the soft pink bow wrapping up her tomato red hair. Dinky’s dick twitched at the sight of the filly beneath and against him, and with a gasp he had to pull back, because it smushed right up against Apple Bloom’s slimy lip things. And that felt incredible!

“S-sorry,” he said blushing hard. “I didn’t mean to hit your... thing, I just... it just happened.”

“Well, ah guess if we’re gonna be close like this,” Apple Bloom said snidely, “Then it’s gonna hit there an awful lot! Who knows what could happen?”

“You said you weren’t going to tease me,” Dinky told the filly underneath him in a disgruntled tone. Despite being the pony holding down the other pony, he didn’t feel like the one in control here, not the least.

“Oh, g-gosh, sorry,” Apple Bloom said in an abashed tone. “T-this darned estrus needs you, and ah just... never mind. Just... okay, no teasing. U-use mah wet thingies to make your penis feel good. Rub it all over. It’ll feel real good for me too, just like it feels for you, except backwards.”

Dinky wasn’t sure Apple Bloom made a lot of sense, but he knew he was supposed to use his... stiff penis somehow, so maybe it was like licking? “Are you sure I can...?” he said, his breath catching as he experimentally slid his pole along the unbearable wetness of Apple Bloom’s nether lips.

“Yeah!” Apple Bloom yelped. “Y-yeah, just... y’feel good against me, but now ah feel like I’m the one being teased. P-please just... more?”

Apple Bloom’s breathing evened and her body relaxed more as Dinky started steadily stroking his penis in her vulva. It was great too, because she was telling the absolute truth. It felt incredible to rub her vulva on his penis, and the wetter and slimier they got, the better it felt. His penis was downright tingling from the feeling of it! The blunt nosed lavender colt got a bit greedy then, not even asking the filly as he shifted around trying to find creative ways to make that tantalizing tingle even stronger. His tip seemed more sensitive so he stopped sliding the whole thing under Apple Bloom’s belly and just prodded her vulva with that oh so deliciously sensitive flat tip at the end of his penis.

He rubbed on her and he pushed, and he moaned, and she moaned and he rubbed as deep into her as he could... go? How deep did those wrinkly lips get? He still hadn’t found the bottom that he found with his tongue, that stiff pink fleshy wall his tongue had pressed up against. It couldn’t be further though, because his penis felt like it was being practically wrapped around, by the panting filly beneath him. He pushed forward again and he

sank

into her.

“W-what’s...” he stammered as his penis sank into the moaning filly’s hips. He pushed; he had to push. He must have been inside her entire abdomen, somehow. She just kept going in! His penis was quickly surrounded on all sides by the quivering texture of Apple Bloom’s vagina, and her yellow hips concealing them within. “How...” he managed. “I-is this... okay??”

“Ohh, y’...” Apple Bloom slurred emotionally, “You figurred it out!”

“I’m... what?” Dinky said his mind muzzy with the greater tingles spreading from everywhere Apple Bloom was touching him from inside herself.

“Yes, this is okay,” Apple Bloom said urgently between deep breaths, “Yes you figurred it out. Yes ah want you in there. Oh Dinky you’re just incredible in there. How do I... how do ah feel?”

Dinky couldn’t process this. His... penis was tucked under Apple Bloom’s tail, and sticking into her like she was a... sheath, a very wet sheath, and he was the sword. “Y-you like me being in there?”

A pause, and Apple Bloom took a deep breath, then stated calmly, “When ah feel you fillin’ me up, I wager... feels just as good as you do right now. Don’t ya feel so unh... good, Dinky? Ah’m all wrapped around you b-because ah have to be.”

“If... if you like it then I love it,” Dinky said beside himself with fascination, “You feel like I do, and it doesn’t hurt?”

“Ah’m the opposite of hurt!” Apple Bloom said. “You’re doin’ just perfect, everythin’ ah dreamed you’d do!”

“H-how about this?” Dinky said, indulgently sliding his penis further into the secret passage concealed in Apple Bloom’s hips.

“Oh golly,” she breathed in response, “More. Give me it all! Just freakin’ shove it in there!”

Dinky shoved so hard against her, he was worried he broke Apple Bloom at first. But she was just feeling so very good that she couldn’t speak in anything but a tight squeal at first. That’s what she told him, when he was afraid to continue. “Ah’m just feelin’... so good can’t talk... you feel it tooo.” And Dinky did feel it. His penis was hot and slimy and deep, and his heart was racing. He didn’t know why he was inside Apple Bloom, or what these rising tingles were, but he couldn’t believe how good it felt. He never wanted to leave!

He told her that, as he hugged her rear to him desperately, “I never want to leave from inside you!”

Dinky lay upon her, seeing only the filly’s mane all tied up in a pretty pink bow, and framed by fuzzy soft yellow ears. That beautiful bow looked a bit dissheveled from Apple Bloom’s state of wild disarray. Her body was so soft and warm against him. He just wanted to hug her so intensely and... and put his stiff erection deep inside her. It seemed unreal, but there was no distinction between the filly he gazed at, and the yellow rump his own purple forehooves were wrapped around, a rump which was in turn wrapped around him inside there. Her tail was even wrapped behind him, shifting slightly.

“Y’have to pull out,” Apple Bloom said with a lusty shift of her hips against him, his own conforming flat against hers, not a single part of his shaft that Apple Bloom wasn’t full of right now. “B’cause that’ll let you push in me even more.”

“You... really want that...” Dinky mentioned breathlessly, amazed at how much Apple Bloom loved just being filled like this. The joy Dinky felt at those sweet, hot, wet confines, somehow Apple Bloom felt the same way about his penis? Dinky’s penis wasn’t wet, or hot, or tight. Just painfully stiff, a pain that evaporated once Apple Bloom’s snug confines enclosed his turgid member.

Somehow, Apple Bloom’s soft yellow, smoothly curved pelvis cried out to be filled, just as much as Dinky felt his penis love filling it. Because she was a filly and he was a colt. That was why her estrus... why everypony’s estrus made them that way, because of how incredible she felt when she got him to do this. If she felt like Dinky did right now, then—then she could put her butt in his face him all day, and he’d be fine with it. He understood why she wanted it so bad, because as soon as his penis touched her, he wanted to put it inside her more than anything else in the world. It was making him dizzy just thinking about what he was doing to Apple Bloom.

The pink bowed filly ground her fuzzy yellow hips against his lavender ones. She slid him inside her with her intense rocking. Her insides quivered all around him needily. Heck she teased him into doing this, all this time, for no other reason than so Apple Bloom could have a penis pushed into her, in that precise place. What was Apple Bloom feeling right now? What did she feel, that made her lift her tail, and present her rear, and groan with such an immense relief when Dinky finally, accidentally pushed in?

Dinky just had a penis that got hard and achy, not this incredible wet hot passage that the filly had been hiding. There was nothing amazing about Dinky for her to feel, yet she did. She wanted his hard penis as much as he wanted her soft, engulfing inside place. She wasn’t satisfied until she felt him in there, and now that he was inside her, Apple Bloom was tossing her cherry red mane, and rocking against him. Dinky was rocking against her, more and more, trying to push it in her, to be in there, to feel her. It was making him slide in her, in and out in shallow thrusts.

The feel of Apple Bloom’s moist walls sliding along Dinky’s shaft was even better than the satisfaction of penetrating this filly. They made a tingle rise in his shaft, like he was scratching the deepest itch inside him. Apple Bloom didn’t just enjoy what was happening; she was as intoxicated by the feeling as he was, from whatever she felt when his penis pushed into her filly parts. Even Apple Bloom’s scarlet tail was hugging around behind him, his own plain blonde tail simply bent down with the effort of just being inside her. His slim purple hips pulled back and forth, back and forth.

It was too overwhelming. He... he was scared to go faster.

“Ah want y’ to do it so bad,” Apple Bloom moaned senselessly, inflaming his unstoppable desires, rocking against him so hard he had to hold her tight just to stay inside. “Want y’in there, and you are!” Somehow Apple Bloom wanted it... she wanted him in there. Dinky had no way to comprehend that desire, but it matched perfectly with his powerful need to provide it, to be there for her, to stroke himself inside what felt like the most delicious moist petals, inside the place in her hips that Apple Bloom needed him to be.

Dinky had to stop thrusting, just so he could think enough to ask, saying in confusion, “Not hot and... I’m not wet, or hot, a-and I can’t squeeze. You don’t have a... penis! How could my penis make you... so good?” He wanted to tell her how beautiful her unbridled desire made this filly friend of his, but he couldn’t even put it to words.

Apple Bloom’s own motions stopped, and they rested there in a silent, but tense moment of attempted thought. They had barely begun coitus, their shallow humping together a distraction from the reality, that Dinky could now feel in stark detail. He was inside her. As for Apple Bloom, she was for the first time really considering the sensations her body felt right now, when she was mounted upon and penetrated, trying to put to words what she was feeling in there. Somewhere in their lust for each other, Apple Bloom decided to trust him, that she wouldn’t scare him away, if Dinky knew, really knew the intensity of her estrus.

“Ah get hungry,” Apple Bloom admitted quietly, reluctantly, standing passively beneath him, feeling that divine serenity of a mare, filled. It didn’t look like she had any problem holding up his weight. Dinky pulled her against him and fucked her needily. “I-it aches when ah need it,” she said, “Feels so empty and wet a-and needin’ t’be stretched. Caint think nothin’ else, just penis, penis, penis. Cain’t stop lookin’ at you, an’ wantin’ it in me. Don’ care ‘bout wet; wet’s for you. Ah need stiff an’ fat an... so soft’n smooth like. Y’re stretchin’ me open with that, just makes mah toes curl. You’re a lifeline Dinky, feel so full and ready, a-ah feel so good holdin’ onto you. I need to... n-need to...”

Apple Bloom shuddered as her cunt contracted around him firmly in there. Perhaps she could have communicated better, if she didn’t decide to confess while she was in the process of being mated, but the gist of the message got through, and it certainly didn’t make Dinky want to run away. There was no place he’d rather be right now, than penetrating this hungry filly.

“You think about what you want,” Apple Bloom said in a suddenly tender voice, passion filling her voice as she started rocking back against him, the penis sliding happening deeper, and even more intensely. “Ah got just what ah wanted,” she explained hastily, “Y’ figurin’ it out, and usin’ mah vaginer to feel good. Ohh you feel so good Dinky ah caint even...”

“I-I never felt this good before, Apple Bloom,” Dinky told her shakily, holding onto the senselessly heaving filly. “You’re so wet and hot. Everything amazing there... keep squeezing me and—” Dinky was thrusting again he—he couldn’t stay still when she squeezed like that. It felt too good to stop, and he wanted her to feel so good.

“Y’let me do that,” she murmured unsteadily, in an increasingly distant tone as his shaft began pistoning into her body. “Ah love doin’ that squeezin’ withha... withha boy in there...

Dinky started answering Apple Bloom’s hungry thrusts in turn, because it was driving him crazy! “Sliding in there,” he moaned, wanting to feel the sliding more an more. He couldn’t hold himself back!

“I,” Apple Bloom gasped breathlessly. “Ah love sliding too, so much. An grindin’” she growled, trapping his groin hungrily against hers.

“What’s happening to us?!” Dinky panted intensely, while the guttural feeling of fucking his filly suffused through him.

“Y’don’t even know,” Apple Bloom panted heavily, pushing against his virgin thrusts with vigor, “Yet you gotta keep doin’ it...”

“I...” he said, and thrust his penis into Apple Bloom. “I...” he said pulling out and thrusting again. He thrusted and thrusted. Even though he didn’t know why, he didn’t stop. He kept doing it! “I do,” he both admitted and realized, holding Apple Bloom tight so he could thrust into her. “In you and in you,” he moaned, with each hot thrust that he did, plunging his penis into her glorious juicy core. “I have to do it.”

And then she was squeezing again! Dinky heaved against her, eyes crossing from the feeling. Secret muscles in his pelvis were tensing and preparing for ejaculation already, but all he could feel was a curious immediacy, like leaning forward on his hoof tips, but confined to that tingling pelvis he was hungrily fucking Apple Bloom with. This colt may have been several years pent up, or just slow to mature mentally, but he had a full load inside him that he didn’t know was there, just itching to flood into a filly and make her good and pregnant. He didn’t know what he was feeling, or what he was going to do, only that it was rising in him, his heart thudding and his hips moving as if on their own.

“I can’t—!” he said anxiously, huffing as he tried to words without slowing down. “It’s rising up it... better and better! Apple Bloom~!” he hugged her close, and just hammered his hindquarters against hers.

“Let it rise!” she squealed under him in fiery passion, “You’re doin’... it’s right! Make it better’n better! Do it in me!”

But how much better could he feel?!

Dinky got his answer after Apple Bloom orgasmed. Not to speak highly of his endurance. Apple Bloom was just very warmed up already, and just on the edge of going over. And in heat. So Dinky barely told her it was rising in him, before she belted out, “Yes! Ah can feel it! Oh, keep goin’! You’re makin’ me do it—yes!!” And then, Apple Bloom didn’t just squeeze him, oh no. With a primal squeal ripped from her throat, her insides practically became alive around him. She was squeeze-squeeze-squeezing him! Her whole body was shuddering, while her vaginal walls writhed around his penis. It was like she was rippling inside of her, those powerful muscles he was surrounded stroking his shaft, as if to coax it deeper inside her.

“Apple Bloom,” he gasped, “This feels... good! Apple Bloom!” When she remained quietly shivering, he said, “Are... you okay?” She still didn’t respond. She was just standing there, breathing hard, as rippling around his penis inside there evened out and quieted. Was she in trouble? Apple Bloom’s head was hunched, but her ears were up, and she had enjoyed it so much up to this point! She couldn’t even talk? She...

She was feeling so good, Dinky realized with a shock, that Apple Bloom couldn’t even talk. Whatever she was feeling, she was standing there not speaking, because what she was doing felt too good to speak. This rhythmic inner flexing of hers was so good for a filly to feel, a-and his penis motions made her do it. He did this to her! No wonder she wanted him to do it so bad! Apple Bloom looked... resplendent with joy.

With uncharacteristic intensity, Dinky started thrusting in Apple Bloom again, determined to make her feel as good as she possibly could. It was the least he could do for her persistence in getting past his shell, and showing him something so incredible. She gave another savagely demanding squeal at his thrusts, lurching against him as hard as he was against her, their hips pumping together for the singular purpose of sliding his shaft in that passage, stimulating each other more and more. “You’re gonna do it insidea me!” she moaned desperately. Dinky would have asked, but he couldn’t ask at this point. He could only thrust.

Their words died, and they just grunted and gasped and thrusted against each other, no thought in Apple Bloom’s mind besides getting filled and breeded again, and as for Dinky, his whole groin was tingling, and his balls were tensing up against his penis for some reason. Every time he pushed, his glistening shaft descended into Apple Bloom, somewhere underneath her tail, a hot warm place inside her that could squeeze him. He didn’t ever pull back until he felt Apple Bloom’s warm hips pressed tight against his own, the slimy oozy mess she was exuding squishing between them as he did so. He clutched with his light lavender forelegs firmly around her thighs, pulling his hips to conform against hers, feeling that beautiful pressure that was this filly, no his friend’s soft, round rear. Whenever his hips were solidly against her own, beyond her hips his penis was in her hot, wet tunnel, that Apple Bloom had been determined to share with him, a penis that made Dinky feel hungry to be deep inside her, again and again.

Dinky huffed, and pistoned, and the hot sliding of his penis made the tingling in him turn electric. Apple Bloom tossed her head and rocked back against him, the penetration that made him feel so incredible changed her into an intoxicated creature of desire, desire for him to be in there. Every millimeter of Apple Bloom’s intriguing vagina was setting his nerves on fire.

Then, unbelievably, Dinky couldn’t not stop! He was thrusting and it just took him, and he couldn’t thrust anymore. He tried to keep thrusting, but it felt so incredible, that he just had to hold onto her like a lifeline, and shove inside her so deep as the feeling overwhelmed him. He felt like the tingling was crashing on him like an ocean wave. “You’re—!” Apple Bloom shouted, as Dinky hilted in her, breathing raggedly. With her warm hips pressed tightly against him, his penis just started... jerking in there. “You’re gonna—!” Apple Bloom moaned. He tried to thrust. His penis was—!

Hunched urgently over Apple Bloom, Dinky started helplessly ejaculating hip deep in her birth canal. With a sigh of immense relief from Apple Bloom, the filly looked over her shoulder and said to Dinky in a nervously faked casual tone, “S-so, you gonna keep doin’ that, or what~?”

Dinky was—something was coming out of his penis! What was he doing? Was he peeing? This didn’t feel anything like peeing! It was jerking inside her! Why was he doing this? Why was this happening inside Apple Bloom? He couldn’t stop pumping it into her!

“It... It... won’t... stop!!” he gasped around the mind blowing throbbing.

“Dinky, your seed, fillin’ me with it!” Apple Bloom cried, facing forward and shoving her hefty hips against his orgasming groin. Confused and elated, Dinky breathed into the quiet of their coitus, and concentrated on pumping Apple Bloom full of seed. He only had eyes for the pony in front of him, who he couldn’t stop filling up for the life of him.

Dinky was practically licking her back, he was so into it. He couldn’t stop it, and he didn’t care. It just felt too good when stuff burst out so deep inside her. Apple Bloom didn’t say anything more, just stood there serenely, while Dinky naively filled her fleshy depths with his seed.

It appeared to be serene at least, but he couldn’t see her eyes narrowing, or her muscles tensing, until barely a second later, halfway into his climax, with a ragged breath, and a sudden yelp, the little yellow filly was convulsing around his penis too, lost in another orgasm, driven by the reality of his hot slimy seed.

Dinky’s stuff squelched slimily all around himself, even as he couldn’t speak and just felt what his penis started doing to her. He didn’t understand what was going on. He felt so incredible... he couldn’t even move. Just regular, rhythmic waves of pleasure, radiating from his groin, an uncontrollable rhythmic throbbing inside the base of his penis, and something spurting up his shaft from deep within him, unerringly blasting into the place that he shoved his penis into, in Apple Bloom’s hips. Matching her contractions with his hot pulses. Dinky was doing stuff inside those hips.

At the moment of his ejaculation, when Dinky had to shove up against her and hold his spurting shaft deep inside her, Dinky couldn’t even see what his penis was doing when this incredible something hit him. Apple Bloom’s custard yellow hips were keeping their secrets hidden. This seed thing was happening entirely inside Apple Bloom’s plain, unmarked, unremarkable, exquisitely, achingly beautiful posterior. Dinky had never seen anything more beautiful in his life, than a little filly named Apple Bloom, who took into her hips every drop that rushed out of him down there.

Apple Bloom had barely begun to orgasm, when Dinky was tapped out. Dinky felt the waves of pleasure, the twitching throbbing pumping lessen, and semen stopped erupting from the tip of his shaft. Apple Bloom’s inside place stopped getting plumper and fuller, and slimier. That feeling of seed blasting out of his tip faded to a trickle, until he was hugging to her in mere shock, still amazed at her regular contractions around his now spent shaft. While her climax took her, Dinky just held against her perfectly still, goosebumps all over his body for what they’d done. Somehow, Dinky didn’t feel scared at all. He felt so utterly fulfilled.

And Apple Bloom... was still orgasming. She quivered helplessly as her squeezes kept going around him, repeatedly pulsing around his suddenly sensitive shaft, and making him wince in surprise at how sensitive it was. She told him though, Apple Bloom told him she loved squeezing like that with a boy in there, so Dinky was going to be that boy, even if his penis suddenly decided to be uncooperative. Dinky didn’t know what was happening to her, but he nuzzled at her ears comfortingly, and held her through it, until Apple Bloom too was still. And dripping with his gross slimy stuff down there. Why did he... why did he even put it in there?

“I... sorry, I...” he said in harried confusion to the sweaty, relieved filly ahead of him, from where he still held her hindquarters underneath his hooves.

“Sorry, huh,” Apple Bloom said a bit breathlessly, not even turning her head. “Don’t... don’t kid me ah... ah know how good that feels.”

“You do?” Dinky asked dazedly. “I-it was like when you squeezed, except I... I put something in you. I couldn’t help it; it just started coming out!”

“Supposed to do that,” Apple Bloom said briskly. She flicked an ear and did turn to face him then, a bright, friendly smile on her face. “Ah’ll tell you all about it, now that you done did it in me,” she said with a wink.

“All about what now?” Dinky asked, uneasy that Apple Bloom might want to continue, because he just felt like collapsing at this point. When did he get so weary? Hadn’t he just been shoving in her recklessly a moment ago, as if his life depended on it? Dinky sure hoped she was done now, because he didn’t know what happened to that driving, urgent feeling.

“We’re done now,” Apple Bloom said in a carefree tone of voice. “But you did really, really good. Ah mean, I ain’t exactly the expert on it, but wow... you could even give Scootaloo a run for his money.”

“Scootaloo?” Dinky repeated uncertainly.

“He’s a... a colt,” Apple Bloom said, with a tinge of embarassment. “He’s like you, sorta. I uh... he showed me all this stuff, an’... some friends too. I sorta came on t’you, because of how good he made me feel. He opened my eyes to what a colt could really be. N-not that it’s the only reason, just... ah mean... thanks for puttin’ up with me.”

“It’s no problem,” Dinky said in an easygoing tone, “As long as you don’t—” he realized— “Oh no, it’s... getting soft again!”

“Told ya we’re done,” Apple Bloom chided happily, with a flip of her cherry red mane. “Once you put your stuff in me, your penis is all done with what it was tryin’ to get you to do, so it just gets soft again and goes back inside.”

“Oh so that’s...” Dinky remarked, pulling back like he was going to thrust, but just sliding completely out of her this time, dangling wetly beneath her nether lips in the cool air. “So that’s why it was getting hard,” he continued, “To make it easy for me to push it into... you.”

“That’s right,” Apple Bloom said pleasantly. “So you don’t have to worry about it no more, because now when you get stiff, you got something better to do, besides go finish in the river, and cry.”

A pause, and she added, “Uh, sorry for spyin’ on you by the way.”

Dinky really didn’t have anything he could think of to say to that.

“Lemme go,” she grunted, walking forward out of his grasp.

When Dinky pushed off of her rear to stand on four comfortable legs again, Apple Bloom quickly shoved her posterior in his face. “Oh no, estrus still getting you?” he exclaimed, in sympathetic consternation.

“Wh—no. What you did knocks it out for a good day or two at least,” Apple Bloom clarified with a frustrated blush. “But ah want you to take a look at mah rear end, to see just what you did in there!”

“O-oh,” Dinky said reaching a hoof forward. “So I can...”

“Y-yeah,” Apple Bloom mumbled. “If’n you have to ask t’touch it at this point, ah don’t know how I can say yes more clearly.”

Raising an eyebrow, Dinky touched Apple Bloom’s drippy reddened vulva. They seemed to have corners at the top and bottom, so pulling sideways spread them open. He had become familiar enough with them from that... licking, so he was surprised now to see something else: a thicker white substance trickling out from a gaping hole at the top of Apple Bloom’s pelvic wall. That hadn’t been there before!

“It’s... I made a... a hole in you?” he asked in complete puzzlement.

“Heh, you cain see where your penis went,” Apple Bloom said in a satisfied manner. “It’s all like that, because ah ain’t—! Oops, sorry, ah’m tryin’ to not cinch up yet... or however that works.” Indeed, that’s what Dinky saw before his eyes, is the hole quiver and shrink like a closing iris, or the inside of a squeezing tube of toothpaste.

“No it’s okay,” he said, utterly fascinated with how complex Apple Bloom really was down there. “I... I want to see you do it,” he asserted, “If it’s what you’re supposed to do.”

With a smile and a relieved sigh from Apple Bloom, she wiggled her tail base, and her... remainder closed up even more, and soon was visible only as a scrunched up little rumple in the top.

“Oh, I see,” Dinky said in quiet realization, going to poke that entrance he hadn’t even noticed before. “You just... open up there, you get... you really do get stretched open!”

“Ah sure do!” Apple Bloom said with a tinge of pride. “Your boy tool can make me all wide open as—!”

Apple Bloom eeped, interrupted when his hoof touched her entrance, and when he did touch it, the... the potential passageway sort of quivered there, with more of that thick white goop flowing out of it. “This is...” Dinky took some of the stuff on his hoof, swiping the filly’s messy groin to do so. It smelled like himself, and not like pee at all.

“This is what came out of me?” he asked thoughtfully. From facing away from him, it was tricky to see if Apple Bloom was nodding. She sure didn’t seem especially eager to get his hooves away from her filly place down there. She did bring her tail down though, when Dinky fully backed off so she could turn to him, and they could talk to each other face to face.

“Pretty neat, huh?” Apple Bloom said, her cheeks still flushed with excitement. “Were ya surprised when you could stick it in me? Huh? Were ya?”

“Very surprised,” Dinky admitted. “That’s what you wanted to show me?”

“Must be so confusin’ to ya, squirtin’ out all that stuff and not knowin’ where to put it,” Apple Bloom mused, looking appreciatively at her own sopping wet behind. “Ah didn’t wanna tell ya, because I read that colts just know where to put it, like magic, and wanted to see if it’d happen to you. And it did!”

“Y-you kind of told me, but only a little bit,” Dinky said to her with a grateful feeling in his chest at the warmly friendly, and much calmer filly. “I don’t even know how I did it, I just wanted to... hug you, and I climbed up there. Is that really because I’m a colt?”

“All that heartache and yearnin’,” Apple Bloom said wistfully, “When it happens to ya and you squirt all over the place. It’s yer coltiness feelin’ sad you caint climb on me an’ go to town. Ah feel it—every time ah touch myself it makes me wanna lift mah tail and show it off for ya. That’s what a filly feels! So every time you do the belly thing and squirt it out, if you gotta filly in front of you, you’re gonna climb up on her and just jam it in!” She finished with an enthusiastic hoof pump.

“An’ now ah’m so messy back there it’s plum gravy,” Apple Bloom said with a giddy giggle, walking in circles to look at her well used rear end.

“You do know that stuff came out of my, um...” Dinky blushed horribly, stammering out, “P-penis, right? I-it didn’t just appear in there. T-there was um... I felt my penis s-sorry I mean, it felt like something was coming out of it, a lot. Y-you’re all messy from something that came from inside my um... from where I pee.”

“Yeah, that stuff’s your seed!” Apple Bloom announced happily. “Aren’t you glad you put it in me, instead of just wastin’ it?”

“My ...seed?” Dinky said, not quite understanding how you draw a parallel from squirty white goop to a seed. It was still sort of smeared on his hoof, some sort of white gooey fluid. He’d retrieved it from her backside, after pumping it into her. What the heck was going on here?

“It’s stuff that comes outta your penis when you orgasm,” Apple Bloom said matter-of-factly, pointing her nose right at it.

“Orgasm?” Dinky asked cluelessly.

Apple Bloom glanced at him. “That’s what ah was showin’ you,” she said cautiously, “I gotta special secret place to put that stuff, instead of you just havin’ to squirt it out on your belly. You know, when you colts start squirtin’ your seed out? Orgasm?”

“Okay, so that’s called orgasm,” Dinky said a bit self consciously. “I just didn’t know what it was called.” That had to be the most unintuitive name that he could imagine for a... pumpy squirty lightning thing.

“Wait, you at least orgasmed on your own before, right?” Apple Bloom asked, her brow knotting in confusion.

Dinky gave a strained smile, saying very convincingly, “O-o-of course I have!”