Dinky was facing Apple bloom in the old cotton barn, after he did what was possibly the strangest thing he’d ever done in his life. Somehow Apple Bloom had tricked him into, sort of... accidentally putting his penis inside her? Dinky sure didn’t think that’s what a penis is for!
He just figured it out, fumbling his shaft against her. The coy pert folds that her bottom had, instead of balls or a sheath, they concealed a deep... place. And Dinky just felt like he had to shove his penis in there. Apple Bloom may have been soft yellow fuzz on the outside, but you barely got in before she became fleshy, slimy and hot. His penis had never felt better in his whole life. Then she taught him slide in and out of her, and that was it. Whenever he even tried to stop, he just shuddered and did it harder, a frightening need rising in him to feel her... inside flesh rubbing on his shaft.
He just did it and did it, until with a thrilling rush his penis started to move all on its own, and he felt something come out of it. It was insane because his penis was as deep inside Apple Bloom as it could go, so every spurt that jerked out of him was inside her now. He had to just... watch her hips just filling up beneath him, with his penis’s hot spurts that he just had to do.
Dinky really wasn’t sure what on earth just happened. What he did know is it was freaky but cool somehow, to have Apple Bloom show him why his penis kept getting big, and why fillies smelled so good. She taught him to mount on top of her, and thrust in her, and stood there receptively beneath him when those hot jets were coming out of him, making sure that they’d be penetrating herself. She did that to him, that incredible thing!
And now she seemed utterly shocked that he hadn’t ever done that before.
“I did orgasm!” Dinky claimed shakily, “In your filly place. It was really good too; I couldn’t believe it!” He found himself filled with enthusiasm, just thinking about what he did. “My penis was just... poom, and it was... jerking or something, and it just kept washing over me, every time something squirted out!”
He approached and nuzzled the stunned Apple Bloom, worriedly but gratefully, trying to comfort her as best he could. “Thanks so much for showing me a feeling like that,” he said in wonder. “Your filly parts are amazing!”
“You really never squirted before that?” Apple Bloom murmured, looking at him with an awed sparkle in her eyes.
Dinky wasn’t sure why that was such a good thing now, but he scrunched and looked the other way, and admitted, “It never did that before, no.”
“But didn’t it get all hard, and ya couldn’t stop slappin’ it until ya y’know, the squirting?” Apple Bloom repeated, seemingly unable to believe that this was so hard to imagine. “Ah couldn’t not orgasm after estrus started!”
“I don’t really feel it unless there’s a filly around to um... huh.” Dinky looked up at Apple Bloom in understanding, saying, “Of course I never had to, because you had to have to, first!”
He blushed, “S-sorry that didn’t make sense. I mean estrus made you orgasm, so that you’d make me do it. Colts don’t need to feel ...it all on their own, if fillies get hit with it first.”
“Makes sense,” Apple Bloom said with a critical look at his groin, “But Scootaloo’s been doin’ it for years an’... oh ‘cause he and Sweetie yeah, she was kinda makin’ him. You really never felt anythin’ at all, before... me?”
“I-it gets stiff sometimes, yes, and I thought it felt a little uh, good I guess, but I can’t pee when it’s like that, so I’d just try to get it to go down again,” Dinky explained with embarassment, that he’d have missed something like this for years. “It wasn’t really bad until our class went into estrus this year. If I knew, I’d have done it. Sorry if I’m too dumb to even figure it out...”
“Oh c’mon Dinky, don’t be like that,” Apple Bloom said, sidling up and rubbing his cheek comfortingly. “Ah feel so special, that I could show you something like that!” she said. “I’da shown you years ago too if’n we uh, knew each other back then. But you’re okay now. Just because of little old me, you got to feel the best feelin’ in the whole wide world!”
“It did feel ...really good,” Dinky said adoringly curling his neck over hers. “Like you said, I couldn’t move it felt so good, and it just kept going in you, so I let it keep going.”
“Yeah, you sure filled me up good,” Apple Bloom said, pulling away to admire her groin with a self satisfied air.
“I–I’m really lucky you wanted that,” Dinky said feeling a blush coming on. “Because I didn’t even think, I mean I didn’t ask, I um... I think I would have done that even if you were yelling at me. It just felt so good I couldn’t stop for anything.”
“Because y’couldn’t pull it out, right?” Apple Bloom asked, a bit too eagerly. “You were all like, needin’ to push it deep, until every drop was all squirted in me?”
“I...yeah...” Dinky blushed harder. “I...was supposed to do that, right? I–I mean it was really... intense.”
“Somethin’ boys feel,” Apple Bloom said with a coy flick of her tail, made a little less elegant because of her messy, slimy groin. “You caint help but push it deep when that happens, holdin’ it in the filly, lettin’ that seed fill her up good.”
“I tried to keep s-sliding, but I just couldn’t,” Dinky said with a bit of a starstruck gaze. “It was so amazing, just holding you, and feeling it pump into you...”
“Fillin’ me with alla your seed~” Apple Bloom agreed earnestly, with an indulgent wiggle of her messy hindquarters.
He sighed happily, adding, “It really was a magical moment, feeling that squirting out of me, into you. I just sat there holding on, and... let it happen in you, and really enjoyed it. You seemed to... really like it too. I-it made you start that squeezy thing, and... you liked it.”
“Oh ah did,” Apple Bloom said with passion, to Dinky’s relief. “When you start fillin’ me up it’s just like... ah made it! You colts don’t get the hungry side of the estrus but it just makes me want nothing more than a colt’s seed up mah hoo hah. My vaginer. The place your penis goes. Ah caint even rest until your penis is in me, an’ ah feel it splooge all over mah deepest parts. Even if I’m not orgasmin’... which is the squeezy thing for me, it still feels like ah’m the most beautiful filly in the world when a colt starts puttin’ his seed in me.”
Dinky smiled at her, and she smiled back. His smile brightened as he added in inspiration, “You really do look like the most beautiful filly in the world right now.” She may have been a frizzy haired, tired, sweaty, limp-bowed mess, but the satisfaction that filled her every movement just practically glowed, and Dinky was feeling so... so good about her right now. She just looked at him with liquid eyes and moved forward and hugged him. Dinky hugged her back. It felt so good to hug her back, in a different way than the thing they were doing, but one no less satisfying.
“Sorry I had to stop,” he said, pulling back, sighing and resting his head apologetically on Apple Bloom’s shoulders. “I m-mean yes it was the best most incredible thing and... well I guess I ran out, or something? My penis was suddenly less um... pushy inny. It even felt different!”
“Yeah, you really went the whole way an’ finished up good,” Apple Bloom agreed. “Your colt thing stops you when you run out of semen, so you can just be normal again. Fillies don’t got no semen to run out of, so I cain keep goin’ but that’s totally optional. I still feel way more normal with just the one. Ah don’t even feel like teasin’ you anymore! We can just talk all friendly-like, like usual, since our colt and filly parts are taken care of.”
“Yeah, I was kind of noticing...” he said thoughtfully, feeling really unusually good about sliding his lavender side against Apple Bloom’s yellow, in this dizzy post-coital haze he was feeling. “It’d be terrible if we had to keep do that, like... forever.”
Apple Bloom laughed at that, a bright high peal, and pulled back to stand on her own again. “Don’t worry your head,” she said teasingly, “We’re all done with that business. Ah’m all settled, thanks t’you. Oh hey on that note...
“Scoots, Sweetie, y’can come out now!” she called out over her shoulder, at the doorway out of the barn.
Dinky looked at her puzzled, then his eyes widened. “There are more?!” he said, backing flat hooved from the door in horror. “I can’t do any more! It’s not even hard again!”
Apple Bloom tried to stifle the laugh this time with a pff, “No silly, you’re not doin’ them; they just wanted t’see you doin’ me. Scootaloo’s a colt, remember!”
“Oh, right,” Dinky said relievedly. Then he tensed up again. “Wait, they were watching?!”
Apple Bloom just ughed and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, an’ ah was sure if they did, you’d run for the hills,” she said disapprovingly, “So they just stayed out by the window, so as not to disturb ya.”
Dinky had been doing all that stuff right in front of... he hadn’t even held back! He just sort of... and humped her all weirdly and ponies saw him doing that? He stammered to her, “Oh I h-hope I did—um—I mean they w-wanted to? It must have looked awfully silly. I-I never did anything like that, before. I’m sorry.” Dinky wanted to sink into the floor and vanish. The other foals in class saw him—and when he had to squirt, and was just doing it all stupidly. He even had his tongue out!
“C’mon you two,” Apple Bloom said, her back turned in ignorance of Dinky’s embarassment. “Come out, already!” She walked over to the doorway out of the barn, and paused. “Oh,” she said quietly looking outside, “Whoops.”
Well, between embarassment at something he couldn’t take back, and curiosity, the latter was a far more powerful force in Dinky’s brain. He crept up to Apple Bloom anxiously, saying, “What’s going on? Are they really... um...?”
Dinky could see Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle, but they weren’t even at the door. They were over in the clearing, by a picnic table, one on top of the other, and both of them had such intense expressions of urgent need on their faces. Scootaloo was sitting on Sweetie’s rear and rolling his hips in a strangely mesmerizing rhythm. Just like Dinky did, when he... “Oh,” he realized. “They’re doing it too!”
“Y’think that looks silly?” Apple Bloom said smugly at his fascination with the mating foals below. Dinky took another look, and it... it should have looked silly, with Scootaloo up there all humping energetically. But it looked just incredible instead. It was their expressions, really, and the smooth, wavelike motion of their bodies together. There was nothing silly about it, the two of them totally consumed with the need to do what they were doing.
“Guess we musta looked better than you thought,” Apple Bloom said, slyly elbowing Dinky in the flank. “They liked it so much, they hadta go do it too!”
“Yeah, um...” Dinky swallowed dryly. “Wow. Were we really doing that?”
“C’mon, let’s go see ‘em,” Apple Bloom said, strutting out the doorway and looking back at him. “C’mon,” she urged, “They ain’t in a position to say hello exactly, but y’wanna see it up close don’t you?”
“It’s really ok?” he squeaked tensely.
“Oh, sure! Scoots and Sweetie love it when ah watch,” Apple Bloom said casually, cantering down the ramp, followed by a more hesitant, but curious Dinky Dew. “Gives ‘em somethin’ to focus on besides dick in vagina.”
She gallopped laughing up to the mating pair, shouting, “Hey y’all! You were right, Dinky is awesome!” Dinky blushed at that, but still he approached. He really wanted to see this.
Scootaloo was indeed sliding his penis repetitively into Sweetie Belle’s hips. That humping motion was purposeful for how it made that shaft piston in and out wetly. It was so peculiar how it just seemed to vanish between them, whenever Scootaloo drove forward, and she backward. Sweetie was just totally swallowing it up. Dinky didn’t get to see much, before Scootaloo opened his eyes and slowed, coming to a stop nice and deep inside his unicorn friend.
“Oh... man Apple Bloom, it was so good,” he said breathlessly, leaning on Sweetie for support. Both of them were practically gleaming with sweat. “He just kept going and filled you all up with his seed!”
Sweetie’s beautiful eyes fluttered open, and she bit her lip looking at Dinky. “W-we waited until you were all i-impregnated,” Sweetie said cryptically, not speaking to Dinky though? “But then we just couldn’t wait! I... you were so cuddly in there, so we just d-did it... away...we are doing it~”
“S-sorry,” Dinky stammered out nervously, backing up a step.
“No wait!” Sweetie said, seeing him with suddenly wide, imperative eyes. “You’re fine!” she said, to Dinky this time, “Come look behind me.” Sweetie’s eyes got more liquid as she really felt it, and Scootaloo’s hips started shifting just a little bit. “Come see,” Sweetie said eagerly, “What you did to Apple Bloom. What Scootaloo is doing to me~e”
Sweetie Belle closed her eyes and tilted her head back, so her pink and lavender curls scrunched against Scootaloo’s chest, huffing with passion as Scootaloo started thrusting steadily into her again. With another nudge from Apple Bloom, Dinky moved forward, going behind Scootaloo, who was kind enough to lift his own tail so Dinky could really see what was happening. Dinky remembered it all too clearly, but seeing it was something else. Sweetie’s groin didn’t even look like filly parts anymore. That wasn’t a tiny little muff, with a teeny little slit in it. It was stretched wide around Scootaloo’s shaft, a warm blush in her flesh beneath the fur there. Scootaloo didn’t have any trouble plunging in and out of that, but Sweetie Belle’s soaked, white furred flesh still tugged back and forth around his shaft with every stroke.
Dinky got to see everything from a new perspective, just by inching around them. He wasn’t the one overwhelmed with feelings this time, though the excitement was overwhelming in of itself. He missed a lot from his own performance, how neatly his hooves hooked into the curve of Apple Bloom’s thighs. Scootaloo practically pulled Sweetie against him. He remembered Apple Bloom’s tail hugging him so tenderly, and saw Sweetie doing it to Scootaloo. Dinky didn’t think his tongue coming out would be so attractive looking, but it wasn’t all that prominent, and the way they were going at it was just thrilling. Scootaloo’s expression of unrestrained drive, and Sweetie’s expression of woah Apple Bloom kissing Sweetie Belle.
Apple Bloom was kissing Sweetie Belle.
No, no not just that. Sweetie was kissing Apple Bloom. They were really kissing. They were kissing like they were well familiar with this practice, and when Apple Bloom pulled back so Sweetie could gasp and breathe, she curled her neck over Sweetie Belle’s, comforting the unicorn tenderly as Sweetie made unsensed animal noises. Her eyes were shut and she was really out of it, the unicorn filly that is. More than the mating, she was just standing there and... and incredible somehow. Scootaloo wasn’t thrusting suddenly, and the only movement was Sweetie’s senseless open mouthed squeaks, and the rhythmic twitching of her tail, in its firm hug around Scootaloo’s hindquarters.
When Sweetie’s eyes fluttered open, Scootaloo began thrusting again. Apple Bloom took a critical look up at Scootaloo and stepped back, leaving Sweetie to stand there alone with slitted eyes, giving cute but intense little grunts at the thrusts happening in her making her rock back and forth onto the pegasus who was mounting her. So she remained, until Scootaloo’s thrusting got as erratic as Dinky’s, the moment before all that incredible pumping occurred. Then Apple Bloom caught Dinky’s attention, giving him a wink, and turning to Sweetie, and...
Apple Bloom cupped Sweetie’s chin in a hoof, lifting Sweetie to look into her eyes. Once Sweetie focused, Apple Bloom put her hoof on Sweetie’s shoulder and took Sweetie in a hug. Sweetie lifted a shaky hoof to match on Apple Bloom’s shoulder, and her chin on the other shoulder, a nervous excitement in her expression, not even looking at anything, just feeling.
When Scootaloo stopped thrusting, he shouted out gladly into the air and jammed up against Sweetie’s butt. Dinky could guess what that meant. As he watched, Sweetie Belle’s eyes widened, her legs stiffened, and Scootaloo’s tail started just bobbing rhythmically in the air. Did Dinky’s tail do that? He couldn’t remember if he did. But it was abundantly clear even before ejaculate started leaking down Sweetie Belle’s groin, that Scootaloo was doing inside her the same thing Dinky did in Apple Bloom. Sweetie gave a gratified gasp and shifted once, then held serenely still. Scootaloo wasn’t moving either, aside from his tail. Scootaloo just stared intensely down at Sweetie Belle while he did it, while it happened to him.
Why was this so incredible? The fillies were just hugging, and nopony was moving all that much, and Scootaloo’s ejaculation should have been just weird and icky! But seeing Sweetie’s hoof tighten around Apple Bloom, and her eyes widen then grow liquid as she relaxed into the insemination, while Scootaloo gave urgent noises atop her, and somewhere in there, his penis was doing what happened to Dinky, that was incredible. When Dinky looked, there was a subtle steady flexing in the root of Scootaloo’s penis, rippling on its own to pump Sweetie Belle full of seed. Dinky had done the same thing, had felt the same thing, at the root of his own penis.
Dinky was astonished, not astonished at the act anymore, but at how incredible it looked. Meeting Dinky’s astonished stare, Scootaloo shakily grinned and said, “P-p-p-pre–cool–h-huh...hnh nh—!” Scootaloo closed his eyes, and turned to align with Sweetie Belle, head turned down in such a serious expression for the wild looking pegasus. Then his tail’s bobbing eased to stillness, his frown broke, and he tilted his head back with a widening smile of open mouthed relief, “A-a-ahh...”
Yeah, Dinky was... not embarassed at all about doing that to a filly anymore.
In the silence, bare moments after being inseminated, still under and stretched by Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle to Dinky said in an eerily calm voice, “You looked so adorable when you finished, we didn’t want to disturb you.”
“Yeah,” Scootaloo said a little more breathlessly and less exquisitely serene, “We had... you really did it. Made... made us both want to do it.”
“Was it really that impressive?” Dinky asked, sort of getting the idea that it was.
“This is really impressive,” Sweetie said emphatically, looking up at Scootaloo. “It’s just the more a filly or a colt watches it, the more they want to do it too.”
“So yeah, we kinda snuck away and...um...” Scootaloo gave a sheepish grin and pushed off of Sweetie, the filly giving a wet gasp at the feeling of his dick sliding out of her. “I totally jumped on her.” Sweetie’s filly parts did close up once the tension had released, but remained hanging somewhat open just a moment, until they started to tighten up with a pleasant nicker from Sweetie’s speaking end of things.
“So cool that you’re safe now,” Scootaloo said to Sweetie, then craned his head down to her groin and... his tongue came out?!
“Yeah it—” Sweetie paused looking almost thoughtful as Scootaloo started licking her filly parts. Her eyes relaxed then and she said, “I suppose we can... do that...”
“He’s makin’ her orgasm again,” Apple Bloom pointed out practically, walking up beside a unicorn colt who appeared to be victim to the crime of serial astonishment. “Lickin’ her is like puttin’ his penis in, but his tongue does the slidey thing, and he ain’t got to put seed in her.”
“Wow, she’s...” Dinky paused and looked at Sweetie Belle, “I-I mean you’re really enjoying this.”
“Nngh, yeah, feels nice...” Sweetie said in a distracted tone. She turned to look at Dinky, and her vivid green eyes were really... they weren’t really looking at him, there above her ecstatic smile.
Dinky looked at Apple Bloom thoughtfully, saying, “Do you want me to...?”
“Nah it’s okay,” Apple Bloom said, flashing him a glance. “Ah’m fine now. It’s more a spirit of the moment thing, anyways. You can try out licking me, and I promise you’ll love it, but maybe sometime when your own semen ain’t all over me back there. And insidea me!”
“My colt parts are... erg, pretty messy,” Dinky said, inspecting the damage to his groin. “But I sorta want to clean them up. You sure you want all that stuff inside your...?”
“Vagina,” Apple Bloom prompted.
“Vagina,” Dinky responded amiably.
“Oh ah’m sure alright,” Apple Bloom said wiggling her tail above her tush. “Ah love the feelin’ of that stuff, and it serves a very important purpose!”
“What’s that?” Dinky asked innocently.
“Well...” Apple Bloom glanced Dinky’s way. “Let’s just watch what happens to Sweetie first. I can tell ya later.”
Dinky nodded, not the least from how Sweetie’s pleasure just looked so fascinating. It was subtle but it really made him feel on a level he didn’t quite understand. The little purple unicorn looked at the little white unicorn, and he didn’t know how the subtle arch to her back, or the raising of her tail was just the sort of thing that would turn him on. All he knew was she looked like she was really enjoying it.
Well, sort of. Sweetie Belle was breathing harder, and tensing up as Scootaloo worked her clitoris, and teased the entrance he’d just filled without so much as disturbing its confines. It almost looked like an effort for her to even stand, but also a compulsion, her hooves braced firmly in place, needing to go no further. Obviously she’d escape Scootaloo’s tongue if she walked forward, and that would feel like if Dinky pulled out from being inside Apple Bloom, or something.
“He’s licking m-my button,” Sweetie said tightly, quivering as she tried desperately to focus on the colt who was just staring at her engrossedly. “I–I have a b-button that it’s just a little bump it’s—” She winced and hissed, but then relaxed slightly, eyes wider as she finished her sentence. “It feels so good b-but... he knows when not to...”
“It’s like pokin’ your eye when you do it wrong,” Apple Bloom said with a thankfully only abstract demonstration. “But it’s so freakin’ sensitive it’ll make ya squeezin’ before you can say hullabaloo!”
Scootaloo didn’t seem to mind not being part of the conversation, especially since Sweetie Belle’s ability to form complete sentences seemed to be fading with every moment his tongue slid against her. She was trying so hard to talk though, looking at Dinky with an uncanny urgency, saying, “Love the s-s-squeezing I’m gonna...gotta because... licking me! he’s in me he...he is!”
“What Sweetie is tryin’ to say,” Apple Bloom offered frankly, “Is when ya lick a filly, it’s like puttin’ your penis in it—”
“No,” Sweetie interrupted hastily. “H-his seed i-in...” She squeezed her eyes shut, shuddering from the tail base up.
“Oh, sorry,” Apple Bloom said shaking her head and turning to Dinky. “She’s saying that Scoots put all his seed in her, so when she orgasms it’s gonna be all slimy in there. That feels like, real good, like... comin’ home or winnin’ a trophy or something. ‘cause you know you got a colt’s stuff in you.”
“She orgasms?” Dinky asked looking at Apple Bloom. “I only know about the squirty lightning thing that I did. What’s her orgasm?”
“Well think Dinky,” Apple Bloom said tapping his head, “Think how you were actin’ when your penis was squirtin’. Was there any point that you noticed me actin’ like that?”
“Oh, the squeezing...” Dinky said remembering that incredible time that Apple Bloom grew so quiet, yet so alive inside her. She couldn’t even move it felt so good.
“Got it in one,” Apple Bloom smiled. “When ah orgasm ah gotta like, clamp down on ya over and over again, just like when you orgasm, you gotta pump out seed over and over again. It’s like you got hit by lightning, an’ you just keep squeezin’ and squeezin’”
“Lightning hurts, though,” Dinky contested. “This was a lot more gentle than lightning.”
“Fair ‘nuff,” Apple Bloom admitted agreeably. “It’s pretty powerful for me though, and just t’let you know, it keeps goin’ after the squeezin’ stops. Colts keep fuckin’ after that, and you’re still goin’ it’s like, ah couldn’t even talk ah just had to holler and buck. Well, not buck you off though.”
“What’s fuckin again?” he asked.
“Fuc-king,” she pronounced more carefully, “Is when you slide your penis in and out. It’s a bad word, so if you say it when grownups are around they might take a whoopin’ to you. But it’s secretly a good word, so you can say it to anypony who actually likes fuckin’. Ah know it’s not a real bad word, because ah learned about it from miss Twilight.”
“She knows about this?” Dinky said incredulously.
“Who d’you think set you up with me?” Apple Bloom said with a nuzzle to his cheek. “Ah didn’t even know she matched us up, thought we were just doin’ a project together. But you were all nice and smart and right helpful. See ah been havin’ uh... colt problems.”
Apple Bloom dropped her gaze. “Colt problems?” Dinky prompted.
An urgent noise from Sweetie Belle gave Apple Bloom an excuse. “Ah think she’s about there,” Apple Bloom said. She turned to the quivering Sweetie, saying with a sly smile, “We been talkin’ bout fuckin’ so much right in fronta you; you wanna show Dinky how a filly orgasms?”
The purple and lavender haired unicorn didn’t... couldn’t answer. She could barely give them just one more frightened look before she inhaled sharply, yelped, then squeezed her eyes shut, ducking her head and breathing in short, shallow breaths. She looked so... she was so intense! Her tail started bobbing in the air to a steady rhythm. Just the same way Scootaloo’s had! Sweetie Belle was so still, but she was having something incredible happening in her. Dinky could just feel it.
With a bewildering transition, Apple Bloom dragged Dinky back over where Scootaloo was, just about shoving the pegasus aside to say, “Look under her tail! It’s happening to her!” Underneath the orgasming unicorn’s tail was her asshole, followed by the graceful curve of her round bottom, divided by a slit that pulsed and winked at him so incredibly. To the exact same rhythm of the root of Scootaloo’s penis, to the exact same rhythm Dinky had pumped Apple Bloom full of stuff. Dinky couldn’t... he wanted to touch that.
Apple Bloom did first, putting a hoof on Sweetie’s rear, and sliding it sideways to spread apart Sweetie’s vulva. The orgasm was much more stark with Sweetie Belle spread apart, and from her dizzy moan more powerful too. Her passage that admitted a penis was much more obvious now, gaping and contracting around a white burbling—!
“You can touch her, if you don’t mind my goo,” Scootaloo said tilting his nose at Dinky’s half outstretched hoof. When had he started reaching for Sweetie Belle? Dinky blushed and hesitated, but then firmed his lip and put his hoof forward, and Sweetie was moving against him then, her groin alive beneath his pad. That entrance she had so perfect for a penis was clutching around the tip of Dinky’s hoof. He really didn’t care if... if there was goo down there. It was just really cool.
The motion of her... parts wasn’t the really incredible thing though, as captivating as it was, making Dinky wish he could stiffen up and drive in there until he... well, what he did before, pretty much. What was really incredible was after it had quelled, the pleasure in Sweetie Belle’s eyes. Apple Bloom said she still felt it, and she was right. Sweetie could hardly focus on them, a silly smile on her cute round face. Scootaloo had Dinky stand on her left, both of them pressing close to her, so she could be ‘surrounded by colts’ or something. The closeness really seemed to help her, though Dinky doubted his flank was all that different from a filly’s flank. Sweetie came out of it slowly, like an unfolding flower, her breathing evening out and her tail shifting more animatedly, her head seeking the colts aside her less and less vaguely.
“Oh Scootaloo,” Sweetie said, at last leaning on the colt to her right. “That was so incredible!”
“That’s what you always say,” Scootaloo chided her, though with his proud smile he didn’t really look all that upset.
“And you!” Sweetie said, swivelling to the colt on her left. Dinky’s eyes widened. “You saw me!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed in astonishment, then twisted her brow and said, “I mean, I didn’t expect to show you all this.” She looked from Scootaloo to Apple Bloom again, saying, “We were just going to show you about mounting. She looked at Dinky again, saying, “You didn’t run away!”
“Second only to Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom said to Dinky’s left, “Dinky’s just about the bravest colt I know! Twilight’s so good with her formulas an’ matchup things, it’s downright uncanny.”
“I–I’m not brave,” Dinky denied, coming to the awareness that while Sweetie may have two colts to either side, he was himself now quite thoroughly flanked by two adorable fillies. “I was just curious I... other colts really run away?”
“Or get disgusted,” Apple Bloom said, leaning her head fondly against Dinky’s. “We’re some kinda improper or some such, lots of colts think we’re too young, or we ain’t worth the time.”
“Just because we don’t have our cutie marks!” Sweetie Belle said in a frustrated exclamation.
“What’s so great about being older anyway?” Scootaloo speculated. “I’m gonna be just as awesome a stallion as a foal!
“Can’t improve on perfection,” he added smugly.
“Say, is that Rainbow Dash over there?” Apple Bloom remarked, without looking anywhere.
“Where? Where?” Scootaloo said suddenly with open mouthed eagerness, buzzing into the air long enough to fall heavily back to the ground. “Oh, ha, ha,” he said rolling his eyes at Apple Bloom. Dinky had to hold back a snicker.
Wait, Dinky?
Wow.
He wasn’t usually the one laughing.
They didn’t remain standing together, but they went instead to show Dinky their clubhouse. As somepony who’d helped them out, even if unknowingly, and a blank flank to boot, they really wanted him to join up with their club. Dinky said he’d think about it... but he really did want to.
Outside the clubhouse, they remained laying together, four ponies side by side, leaning against one another. With their hooves curled overhead, and tails splayed lazily out before them, they rested there on the sunny summer sun-dappled grass of the meadow the CMC clubhouse overlooked. They were quite left alone for that early afternoon, no urgency to clean up or to remove the evidence of sex from their bodies. They just talked about stuff, like the differences between fillies and colts, or the lack thereof. Like how Dinky was a blank flank, something that came as a surprise to none of them since they’d known each other for weeks. But the other three were really intent on him joining their club sometime, something about going on adventures to find your cutie mark. It sounded really fun! If a bit dangerous. No more dangerous, though, than being at home when mom tries to fly through the window again.
And, with him thoroughly buttered up and calmed down, Apple Bloom gave Dinky a look, and said with a twinkle in her fiery orange eyes, “Hey Dinky, do you know where babies come from?”
Dinky hmmed. “The... oh, the,” his eyes lit up in realization, and then suspicion as he said, “From the same place that you wanted me to put my penis.”
“Wow, you knew?” Apple Bloom said with a surprised blink. “Even mah sister won’t let me know that stuff, an’ ah’m a farm filly!”
“Yeah my mom um... I asked where I came from once,” Dinky said with another blush. “She um, showed me. She can be very direct sometimes.”
“Oh,” Apple Bloom with a disappointed glance at her crotch. “So you knew ah had a... secret passage back in there.”
Dinky started to nod, but then started to shake his head, but then his eyes lit up in realization again and he threw up his hooves to the sky and exclaimed, “Oh that’s what she meant by a hallway!”
“...huh?” was all Apple Bloom could say.
“No I...” Dinky facehooved. “No, I had no idea. You um... you got me good. Mom just stuck her rear in my... she just showed me, but not that her filly parts went inside, or that my penis could go in there. I was just as surprised as y— as you would have been, I guess, with the first colt you did this with.”
“Aw, that was Shady,” Apple Bloom said, looking up with a dismissive hoof wave. “Ain’t so special, ask him sometime he’ll back me up on that. Sure it surprised me and all havin’ his penis goin’ in a place ah thought was just a solid bottom. Ah thought his penis was like goin’ under me at first, or somethin’, except ah felt all slidin’ all around him. But, it kinda hurts your first time, if you’re a filly. Not that a filly in estrus can even care about a little pain.”
“It wasn’t too bad out of estrus,” Sweetie said. “Scootaloo did it to me, and it hurt my littlest lips like stretching open like you said, but he just stayed still in there until I calmed down.”
“Such a raw deal that fillies have to have these hymen things,” Scootaloo said shaking his head. “Can’t just push in and have fun, oh no.”
“Well it is pretty incredible though,” Apple Bloom pointed out. “It was scary more than anything. But the feelin’ of getting broke open just does something to you. And not somethin’ bad. Like, you changed a little, I guess? Makes you feel more open, less like, tight. It’s a good... a not so horrible feeling, as long as you know what it is, and you don’t think he really did bust a hole in you.”
“I’m lost,” Dinky said. “What’s a hymen again?”
“A hymen is a fleshy membrane,” Sweetie recited. She blinked, and then repeated herself more simply. “It’s the smallest part of your cunny lips. I mean mine. Those foldy things back there are smaller around the uhm, entrance and stuff. I have plenty of room deeper inside me, but a penis can’t really fit past just the ring at the entrance. So when you’re i-inside a filly, be careful. The part right where you start to go in is really tight, and easy to t-tear open.”
“I could hardly even feel it,” Scootaloo said authoritatively. “But she could. I on accident did Sweetie’s and you really do gotta be real careful, since it’s so easy to miss if you’re a colt. You gotta just be careful and slow until she’s all stretched out, even though you wanna go fast. Only she can tell it’s done, from the...breaking open feeling. And then you’re both feeling good.”
“That’s stupid,” Dinky whined, “Why is only that part too small for a penis? I don’t want to hurt anypony!”
“An’ you won’t,” Apple Bloom said, flicking Dinky in the nose with her bubbly tail. “Ah already got it from Shady, and ah’m all properly penis shaped in there now.”
“It won’t grow back or anything?” Dinky asked skeptically.
“Well, mahn didn’t,” Apple Bloom said smugly. “An’ neither did Sweetie’s. It’s just like any stretchin’ exercise, at first you’re gonna be stiff and sore, but once you’re limbered up you can do better at it. Dunno about the tearin’ thing though, but it’s just a one time deal.”
“Maybe it’s to help colts who respect you,” Scootaloo suggested, “Instead of just jamming it in and not caring.”
“I dunno,” Apple Bloom said hesitantly, “Shady did that, an’ ah’m fine.”
“You’re not friends with him though,” Scootaloo said leadingly.
“Yeah bec—oh, huh,” Apple Bloom puzzled a hoof into the air. “You think the hymen thing made me not like him so much? He was bein’ awful rude about it, but we both were so ah don’t blame him, but... yeah I guess?”
“Either way,” Sweetie pointed out, “Dinky never even had to worry about it, and he could just put it in as hard as he wanted, and if you’re wet enough, it won’t bother you at all.”
“Gosh,” Dinky said faintly, “I didn’t even try to go slow or anything. If you had that... thing, then I’d be dead meat!”
“Iiiit was also kind of our fault,” Sweetie admitted, “For pulling him out of her so he couldn’t do it.”
“Yeah,” Scootaloo said with a shudder. “Remember how you felt in there, Dinky? Now imagine somepony pulled you away before you could orgasm.”
“Huh,” Dinky said thoughtfully, “I... I don’t know. It happened so fast. I don’t really know how I felt, just that I had to keep moving in her no matter what.”
“Well maybe the second time you go in me,” Apple Bloom said teasingly, swaying her tail before a wide eyed Dinky, “Then you cain pay more attention, an’ really feel what it’s like.”
“I—I could do it again!” he realized. “I could? I mean, I can’t... um... feel it right now, so...”
“It’s ‘cause you’re empty,” Scootaloo said instructively, “You gotta make more semen in your prostate before you can do it again.”
“Semen?” Dinky queried.
“Yeah, the stuff that came out of your penis,” Scootaloo said. “Yours is coming out of Apple Bloom, and mine is coming out of Sweetie Belle.”
“Heh...” Sweetie said blushing and crossing her hind legs.
“More important than comin’ out,” Apple Bloom suggested, “Is that it’s inside us in the first place.”
“What is that stuff, anyway?” Dinky asked curiously, nosing at Apple Bloom’s hindquarters, earning a giggle and a dancing away for his trouble. “I just had to keep putting it in and in,” he stated in wonder, following along with Apple Bloom who seemed content to stay side by side with him. “My penis just made it all of a sudden! Or... my prostate?” He gave Scootaloo a querying glance.
“Don’t you worry none, Dinky! You were supposed ta do that,” Apple Bloom reassured him, reaching over to pat at his short blonde mane. “You did everything ah could’ve hoped for. Ah cain’t thank you enough for fillin’ me up right nicely!”
“It’s your seed that you put in her,” Sweetie told Dinky in a conspiratorial tone. “That’s what your penis is for, to put seed inside a filly’s vagina. That’s why it gets all big, and made you want to put it in Apple Bloom’s vagina.”
“But I mean...” Dinky reached a hoof back behind Apple Bloom, touching her slick bottom to a shiver from her, saying, “It’s just this sort of... goop! What does it even seed?”
What a fluttery eyed Apple Bloom said to him then was somewhat surprising, as she pressed the issue she brought up earlier, saying, “So, you know how a momma gets a baby in her belly?”
“I um... I guess, no, not really?” Dinky said uncertainly, pulling his hoof away from her rear. It was rather awkward to talk to Apple Bloom here at the grassy meadow beside her clubhouse thing, with your hoof mashed up against her ass. “She uh... it grows in her belly. I know that. Um... she... eats something?”
Apple Bloom laughed despite herself. “Ah thought that too!” she said, “But readin’ about the womb and the digestin’ tract, you figure it out pretty clear. Everypony’s gotta eat, but only fillies get foals in their belly, so we all have a poop hole, but only me and Sweetie Belle got a vaginer. That place you put your penis is the only way ah’d ever get a foal in me.”
“But–bu... but it’s way too small!” Dinky said in sudden realization. Sweetie Belle snorted, but managed not to laugh. She and Scootaloo were together with him and Apple Bloom, after up in the clubhouse Dinky had felt his penis so incredibly pumping Apple Bloom full of ...stuff, and then down here saw Scootaloo do the same thing to Sweetie Belle. Scoots and Sweetie were lying together on the grass, while Dinky faced a standing Apple Bloom giving him an amused expression.
“Oh!” Dinky said in another sudden realization, “But the foal grows in the filly’s belly, so maybe it fits up inside, when it’s still small.” There. Let no foal say Dinky wasn’t a smart cookie!
Scootaloo sat up, and just gave Dinky a raised eyebrow. With flatter ears, Dinky attempted a guess, saying to his new friend with the inside place, “So, what you’re trying to say, Apple Bloom, is... you put a mini-foal up your ...vagin-er, so now you’re gonna um... be a mommy?”
“Y’don’t put a foal into you!” Apple Bloom laughed heartily. Then she stopped cold, and frowned, saying, “Well, actually... sorta. But ah mean, y’think ah cain just go to the store an’ buy like a instant foal kit. Just add water an’ stick it in your hoo ha?”
“It does sound kind of silly,” Dinky admitted, “But I’d really like if you just tell me, so I don’t have to sound silly anymore.”
Apple Bloom nodded seriously, then answered with a question. “Y’know how chickens lay eggs, right?” Dinky nodded.
“Pony eggs are the size of a teeny tiny speck,” Sweetie Belle blurted wonderingly to the sky. “Fillies can’t see when they lay them, because they’re so tiny, but estrus is proof that they’re there. It just sneaks outta your vagina, and nopony notices.”
“But why are they so small?” Dinky asked her. “You can’t... and baby ponies grow inside the mother, so there’s no real egg,” he insisted.
“There is an egg,” Sweetie Belle insisted right back. “It’s so small at first, because it doesn’t leave the mother. If it’s a fertilized egg, it stays inside her, and gets bigger to grow a foal in it.”
Sweetie touched her own smooth belly with a hoof, saying, “Here inside me is my womb. Only fillies have one, which is why colts can’t be pregnant. That’s what you saw swelling up a mare’s belly. It wasn’t her stomach, but her womb. A special little place that grows with the foal, where a fertilized egg can grow from a tiny little speck into a full sized um... foal.”
“That’s what miss Twilight showed me,” Sweetie concluded, removing her hoof with a bit of a nervous huff.
“So any filly who gets her egg fertilized, she’s gonna be a momma,” Apple Bloom said casually waving a hoof around. “Me, Sweetie, don’t matter. Could happen to any filly. Once an egg has been fertilized, it latches onto the momma, an’ then you’re pretty much lookin’ at a pregnant filly. Her belly’ll swell, and she’ll be givin’ birth in 11 months, just like clockwork.”
“This all doesn’t ...bother you?” Dinky asked the three of them incredulously.
“Nope,” Apple Bloom answered with an unreadable smile.
“Okay, so now I think you’re trying to tell me your eggs got fertilized somehow,” Dinky deduced, “And... I mean, you can have a foal I really do not mind, but you’re kinda young. Are you sure you’re gonna be safe? Won’t it ...hurt coming out? Y-your vagina, right?”
“They say more like effort than pain,” Apple Bloom said thoughtfully. “The vaginer gets all... big like. They didn’t have pictures, but ah remember pretty clear. Makes sense; you see a filly’s belly stretchin’ all big, and you can bet the way outta that belly is stretchin’ all big too. You saw how stretchy ah was after just five minutes of you. If you got eleven months to stretch, you could probably fit a bowling ball through there!”
“There are books on training for it,” Scootaloo added helpfully, “And exercises and workouts, for getting your muscles strong so you don’t pull anything with the strain. It really sounds totally wild.”
“If you don’t exercise, the foal still has to come out,” Sweetie said chastisingly to the two. “And you can’t stop pushing until it’s done even if you get hurt. So it can hurt, but only if you aren’t ready, or something goes wrong.”
Apple Bloom did blush then, there next to her hapless lover, in some spare modicum of modesty. “Sweetie’s right, and we are kinda... little ponies still. Our hoo ha’s might not be able to get big enough for a foal to fit through easy. It cain hurt, ah’m sayin’, but it’s mixed results. Some ponies even have a special talent at it!
“Aaanyway the point is,” Scootaloo concluded for them, “I don’t think you realize just how an egg gets fertilized.”
Dinky thought about it, but was still coming up blank. “Um...” he said intelligently.
“So, every pony has a daddy as well as a mommy,” Sweetie Belle prompted patiently.
“Right,” Dinky nodded over to her
Apple Bloom put in, “And every chicken farm needs a rooster.”
“I guess?” Dinky said, tilting towards her.
Apple Bloom continued, giving him a very meaningful look. “And when they want fertilized eggs, they turn the rooster loose.”
“I uh...”
Apple Bloom stood up to tell it right to Dinky’s nose with this dangerous grin on her face, telling him straight “So the rooster, he goes up to one of the chickens and jumps up on her back, when she sticks her butt at him, sticks his thing against her and bam, fills her up with seed.”
“...”
“Her egg ain’t fertilized until it gets all that seed all over it,” Apple Bloom continued, prancing around blithely, holding a leg out to emphasize her bare slim yellow hindquarters. “An’ then out from the egg comes a brand new baby chick! Puttin’ seed in a female is what makes you a daddy. The sperms that go fertilize that egg, and then the hen’s a mommy and the rooster’s a daddy.”
“...”
Sweetie was standing now, failing to conceal a smile at Dinky’s current internal and external state of mind. “It’s like that for ponies too,” she said indulgently, “Except ponies have a way to make sure it gets nice and deep.”
When did Scootaloo stand? Why was he patting Apple Bloom’s hindquarters? Why was he saying, “Yup, it can stay right up inside here, where Apple Bloom’s egg is waiting to make her a mommy.”
“Gettin’ me as fertilized as possible!” Apple Bloom said with a delighted hip wiggle. Her groin was starting to get sticky because she didn’t c-clean it o-off...
“Don’t worry, Dinky,” Sweetie told him seriously. “It can’t happen to a filly, unless she happens to be in estrus,”
“Heh!” Apple Bloom laughed at Sweetie’s joke, her big joke because it is a joke there must be something wrong with this line of reasoning because it can’t make sense that daddies because mommies have a vagina that the sperm go in and the foal comes out no no, completely senseless because you could just do that on accident!
“Buncha little wigglin’ critters in your seed called sperms. You pumped ‘em all up in me,” Apple Bloom purred, rakishly waving her tail. “They’re all ready to burrow their way into mah egg, over the next day or so. Why, ah might just end up pregnant as any mare whose ever foaled, and it’ll make you a daddy.”
Dinky contributed intelligently to the conversation.
“In about a week, her new foal will nestle up all snug into her womb,” Sweetie continued fondly, and heedlessly, “Then she will start eating more, and the foal will grow in her.”
“And her belly starts getting bigger!” Scootaloo put in, offering a visual demonstration by bowing his hoof underneath Apple Bloom’s belly. “Gotta start thinkin’ ‘bout diapers,” he said, “And makin’ milk come outta her. Lots of stuff like that.”
Apple Bloom started to laugh, but then gave a quick squeal and danced away when Scootaloo poked her t-t-t-t
“Mah milk makers ain’t makin’ yet!” she admonished Scootaloo with a teasing sway, “Won’t be long now though. We won’t even have graduated! Maybe won’t even have our cutie marks!”
“Just hypothetical of course,” Apple Bloom concluded over her shoulder cheekily, and Dinky was far too disarrayed to pick up on that.
“I’M NOT A DADDY!” he bleated, scrambling to his hooves, eyes wild as he tried to deny the obvious.
“With all that seed inside-a me?” Apple Bloom cooed coyly, laying a hoof over her vulva and stretching out a hind leg luxuriously. “Ah don’t know, would you rather be called daddy, or pa? Or maybe father?”
“It’ll be weird seeing you coming to school with a foal on your back, Apple Bloom,” Sweetie said to her seriously. “I wonder what all the other foals will think?”
“I’m sure Dinky will stand up for her,” Scootaloo said smartly. “He’ll take good care of his foal. He can even kiss her good night.”
Apple Bloom smiled pleasantly at Dinky, saying, “You think it’ll be an adorable lil’ filly? Or maybe a colt, like you?”
Dinky fell over with a quiet thump.
Sweetie Belle stood up, and walked over to the fallen Dinky. “Uh oh,” she said uneasily to the unicorn under her gaze.
“...I think we overdid it,” Scootaloo said, also coming to look over the unconscious unicorn colt.
“Guess he was just plum tuckered out?” Apple Bloom offered with a nervous smile. “...what?”
Some time later, the Cutie Mark Crusaders were spending the rest of their afternoon playing on the jungle gym, swinging from platform to platform on the tire swing array.
“You think Dinky will be okay?” Scootaloo said while swinging past Sweetie Belle.
“He’ll be fine,” Apple Bloom said swinging past Scootaloo.
“Maybe we should have stayed with him,” Sweetie said uncertainly, swinging past Apple Bloom.
“I don’t wanna be there,” Scootaloo said swinging past Sweetie Belle, “When he wakes up,” Scootaloo said swinging past Sweetie Belle the other way.
“It’ll be fine,” Apple Bloom said likewise swinging past them both. “Once he reads the note I left, it’ll...” “...All be cleared up.”
A pause, then Sweetie swung past saying, “Did you really have to stick it on his horn?”
Dear Dinky Dew, I am not pregnent. Repeat, no foal in me. U not daddy, congrats :) - AB P.S. I have special thingy in my woom tht keeps me safe. No foals 4 me till oldr Wanted 2 shw U b/c any other filly and U might hav been out o/ luck. Overdid it, srry. if U do tat peens thing we ded in filly who not safe, U will be daddy so dont. most filles in town not safe, so B careful! me = safe, them = daddy. talk 2 U l8r P.S. sorry for teasing