Apple Bloom snuck some food out to Dinky after dinner, who ate with the gusto of a colt who hadn’t eaten since lunch. But there was one consequence to her recent actions that she didn’t anticipate. Applejack was so much more clear headed for having been fertilized, that she was waiting right there outside the house, when Apple Bloom got back with the empty plates and bowl on her rump. Apple Bloom had escaped notice so far, since everypony was either snoozing like Granny or busy with estrus. Apple Bloom wasn’t exactly trying to hide from them, but she wasn’t exactly comfortable about letting them know what estrus had her doing. So now Apple Bloom walked up feeling guilty, with empty bowls that she didn’t eat herself, looking up at Applejack solemnly, trying to figure how to warm her up to Dinky.
“That for your new colt friend?” Applejack asked Apple Bloom, in an even tone of voice.
Apple Bloom’s eyes widened in surprise. “H-h-his name’s Dinky an’ he’s a unicorn but ah’m not foalin’ so it’s okay he’s a unicorn, and we were studying together this month so he kinda... yeah,” Apple Bloom mumbled.
“He ain’t homeless, is he?” Applejack asked. “Nopony should be out this late. He been sleeping in that clubhouse?”
“Well, sorta,” Apple Bloom said. “Just for the estrus. He’s got a single mom, see. An’ she was kind of making him do her, and she didn’t have an IUD. He uh... he really didn’t want to get his own mom preggers, even though it sounded pretty intense the way he described it, so yeah I been uh... helping him hide out. And making sure he’s... tapped out.”
Applejack had a bit of a grim smile at that. “Well, ah trust you’re doin’ him and his momma a great service. Why don’t you invite him over to the farm house, though? Ah’m sure you wouldn’t mind him sleepin’ with you tonight.”
Apple Bloom gaped at her sister. “R-really?” she squeaked. “Ah hadn’t thought about like sleepin’ with him.”
“Ah don’t know him, but I trust your judgement, an’ he sounds like a good foal,” Applejack reasoned. “An’ ah know how estrus feels... it ain’t just only when you’re spreading your legs for him. Ah wish I could sleep with my stallion. Some day maybe...”
“Sorry for scaring him off,” Apple Bloom said guiltily. “I-it’s really okay though? What about Granny? She’s okay with it?”
“Is it okay with you, sleepin’ in the same bed with a colt?” Applejack asked teasingly. “Granny’s fine. Ah told her you have like a magic... estrus thingy. I forget exactly what you called it.”
“A sleepover sounds...really nice,” Apple Bloom admitted, looking out over the dark apple hills. “He’s gonna be so lonely out there, all by himself.
Apple Bloom added less emotionally, “...an’ it’s called an IUD. Intra-uterusy-device ah’m pretty sure.”
“Let’s just leave it with a magic estrus thingy for now,” Applejack said. “She still thinks you’re pretendin’ estrus trying to imitate your big sis.”
“Wish ah was,” Apple Bloom said gloomily. “It’s just so weird bein’ this way. But only Sweetie and Scootaloo got a chance to play estrus. Ah was just... well, it’s okay I guess. Estrus forced th’ issue, so ah ain’t just standing guard for ‘em anymore.”
“Standin’ guard?” Applejack asked a bit nonplussed at that.
“It’s silly,” Apple Bloom said laughing nervously. “They thought ah didn’t like that gooey mushy stuff, and they were too embarassed to tell me, so I just ended up making sure they could do it without bein’ disturbed. Kinda frustrating, but we’re all on even keels now.”
“Just... go get your colt,” Applejack said noncomittally. “Enjoy your night, have fun together. W-while you can, ah mean... we’ll figure something out.”
Apple Bloom nodded, and biting up a lantern, she went and gallopped off to the CMC clubhouse. Clopping up the steps, she set it down to see Dinky all lying there, wrapped up in his blanket. He had a pillow and all but just... seeing him sleep like that, made him look so... vulnerable or the like. Made Apple Bloom want to take real good care of him.
“Psst, Dinky,” she said, nudging him to wake him up. “C’mon.”
“Whassa?” he said lifting his purple blonde head with the not yet useful purple horn on it. Apple Bloom preferred his other purple horn honestly, but details, details.
“I finally talked to Applejack,” Apple Bloom said. “She uh... she took it real well. About you and me, and... your mom. So you don’t have to sleep out here no more. If’n you don’t mind, you can come sleep with us m-m-me ah mean. Ah got a bed.”
“Ah got a bed,” did not quite adequately describe Apple Bloom’s feelings about the matter. Dinky sort of knew though, just looking at her so nervously hopeful.
“That’d be great,” he said evenly, with a soft smile. Shifting under his blanket, he stood up underneath it, then mouth hoofed the blanket down into a neatly folded square resting on his rear end. “Lead the way?” he asked.
They weren’t quite sure of themselves, or how they felt about each other, but both Apple Bloom and Dinky Dew felt a kinship in the bubbly excitement that filled them, not from estrus so much as the excitement of a sleepover and being able to sleep together. Apple Bloom introduced a blushing Dinky to Granny, then Applejack. Granny seemed the most leery about the idea, but she smiled in the end and just patted Dinky on his little colt cut blonde mane. Something about how he was sticking with her instead of just doing the estrus thing made the difference, but Apple Bloom didn’t really get what that was.
Applejack went and conked out for what might have been the whole day tomorrow, just about. As troublesome as a pregnancy was for their family, Applejack was so much happier like that, it was just a joy to see that pony lying there quietly snoring on her belly in bed, instead of stumbling to the next tree, bucking apples.
Apple Bloom and Dinky got to sleep together, and they ended up whispering to each other excitedly long after the candle went out. Dinky had satisfied her estrus just that afternoon, so he certainly wasn’t ready to do it again. He was ready though to tell her about how cool her house was, and what he wanted to do over the summer, and was quite happy to hear her thoughts whether serious or silly and shallow. They finally got to sleep all nestled up alongside each other. Hugging softly at first, but then laying flat because... you can’t really sleep when you’re all tangled up in another pony.
Apple Bloom still woke up close with him the next morning, when Dinky curled under the blankets that night to lay his head right across her belly. That’s what Apple Bloom saw (and felt) when she pulled back the sheets to see who was lying on her.
It was the next morning, that she woke up with him fucking her.
But today she woke up looking at him fondly, and that little alarm bell started to ring in her head, the one she paid a lot of attention to nowadays. “Applejack!” she realized, sitting up too quickly for Dinky, who stirred in her lap, and mumbled something about early. “Y-you can sleep Dinky,” Apple Bloom said wiggling out from under him. “Ah gotta go though. Mah sister really needs to talk ta miss Twilight!”
Dinky did stay laying in bed, but seemed more awake as he looked her way with sleepy eyes. “Good luck,” he said earnestly to her, in that pleasantly soft voice of his. Apple Bloom grinned and dipped a hoof, then turned and charged off down the stairs.
“Applejack!” she called out, “Granny, is Applejack up yet? Aaapplejaack!”
“She went’n seein’ her friend or something,” Granny mumbled. “Somethin’ about her estrus problems.” Apple Bloom didn’t actually know if Granny knew just how imminent those problems were for Applejack, so she didn’t press the issue. Granny did though, looking at Apple Bloom with her good eye and saying, “So, what you been up to with that new colt friend of yours, hrmm?”
“Oh, you know...” Apple Bloom said looking aside nervously. “Colt and filly things? It’s nothin’ big it’s totally fine.”
“Y’cain’t do that when yer get estrus, Apple Bloom,” Granny said sagely. “Y’shouldn’t be messin’ with colts all over the place. They’ll lead you down dark roads.”
She leaned slowly towards a despondant Apple Bloom and whispered to her, “But y’know, ah been down some of those roads, and they cain be whole a lotta fun.”
“Yeah they sure—” and then she pictured Granny doing it. “Bguh...”
“Just, if your nethers start to go all itchy and hungerin,” Granny said to Apple Bloom. “Yer gotta... gotta... hrmnmmm...”
“Gotta what, Granny?” Apple Bloom asked brightly.
“Huh? Ye?” Granny said snorting to attention. “Oh, yeh,” she said, “Yer gotta stop your little games then. So y’probably shouldn’t even start ‘em.”
“Ah don’t see why I cain’t be friends with colts,” Apple Bloom said resentfully.
“It’s just dangerousermn, Apple Bloom yer gotta lot of big grown up consequences if’n you ermn like, you get too friendly with him in an estrus,” Granny said uneasily.
Apple Bloom looked at Granny, and thought to herself, and frowned confidently, saying, “Granny, ah know that colts put foals in your belly.”
“Y–yer do?” Granny said, peering at Apple Bloom with both eyes for a moment. “What’re they teachin’ youngns in school these days?”
“Ah learned it at the...” Cutie Mark Crusader clubhouse after Sweetie Belle ate her out through two squealing orgasms. “...library. But ah also learned a trick, that always keeps you from gettin’ a foal in your belly, even if you’re with a colt!”
Granny grumbled, and said, “Pullin’ out don’t work good, yer knowrnnm...”
“No that ain’t it,” Apple Bloom said. “It’s a... special trick where they put a little metal thingy in your womb, so the sperms”
“Yer gotta murder coil?!” Granny said loudly in sudden disgusted horror.
“No!” Apple Bloom said lifting up her yellow forehooves in appeasement. “Ah would never not once even think about anything like that! It’s not any kind of foal eatin’ monster it’s just a little... toy. Kinda Y shaped. It puts a little copper in your womb, and that’s all it does. Sperms don’t like copper, so they don’t go after the egg.”
“Sounds.... kinda farfetched...” Granny said skeptically. “How’d you know some of that’d even work?”
“Well, the books say it’s like 99%,” Apple Bloom speculated. “But if’n you confirm that it took right, then it goes up to like 99.99%. Maybe more. Ain’t been enough times it ever didn’t work, so they don’t know really. It’s like, one in a million. So like... 99.999...uh...9 percent.”
“These... Celestial texts?” Granny asked suspiciously.
Apple Bloom shook her head. “No, but they were all measured, and ah think ordinary ponies cain at least count the times something was measured. Don’t always have to be... the word of Celestia...”
“Watch your tongue missyrhmn,” Granny said somewhat critically, but somewhat uncaringly. “Sounds pretty suspicious to me, still.”
“Well ah did... experimentally verify my... IUD thing,” Apple Bloom said with a blush. “Like, a lot. Y’stay in heat when the sperms don’t take, so... a lot.”
“Yeah, but you ain’t in estrus yet,” Granny said nonplussed. “When y’do it’ll be too dangerous to just go experimentin’...”
Apple Bloom blinked at her, then exclaimed in general, “...does nopony in this family pay attention?!”
“ehu, what now?” Granny said, squinting through her squinty eyes even squintier than usual, rocking there in her rocking chair.
“...never mind,” Apple Bloom said after realizing just who she was talking to. She tried to speak clearly and in a commanding, very audible tone of voice. “Granny, ah want you to know right now that ah had my very first estrus this year. And it’s okay, because ah’m safe, and ah’m one hundred percent sure, ah’m gonna make it just fine without any foals comin’ out of me that ah don’t want.”
Granny didn’t say anything, so Apple Bloom just stood before her, all worried. But then Granny’s hoof came down on Apple Bloom’s shoulder, and Apple Bloom looked up to her.
“Yer such a smart lil’ filly,” Granny said with a crinkly smile. “An’ yer on yer way to becomin’ such a beautiful mare. Ah don’t know bout them modern estrusy aid thingamagums, but ehrm, you know t’take care of yourself. Just treat him right, okay mah lil’ Apple Bloom?”
“Ah will, Granny,” Apple Bloom said emotionally, hugging her granny’s hoof to her and trying not to cry too much. She mostly succeeded.
Applejack trotted up nervously toward her friend’s weird library home. Applejack didn’t like to spend too much time in such a place... wouldn’t look good for the informal head of the Apple family being seen nosing around all that work that was blaspheming in Celestia’s name, after all. Her friend could handle it, but... well, it just made Applejack all nervouslike. The books had their weird little scrawls on their pages, and Applejack was... well she could mostly read it, slowly, but she had trouble with the big words of course. She hadn’t much time to spend reading these days... or ever, for that matter. So all this stuff that looked like little black inked spells just ready to go off and summon a demon or something, that was what always made Applejack nervous about the library. That the runes were all sealed up in book bindings and shelves didn’t really help her confidence.
But, she went in anyway, because Apple Bloom was right, she hadn’t talked to Twilight in some time, and it wasn’t fitting to call herself a friend if she didn’t even act friendly to her once and a while. Applejack walked right past a sort of unsteady looking Rarity leaving the library, and walked right into that library place without another thought on it. She went in, because... because she had done something so stupid, it made her regular lack of intelligence seem like a genius pony inventing a rocket chair. It was just estrus, but... holy cow what an estrus it was. That too was also kinda Applejack’s fault, even if inadvertantly.
But... the farm hadn’t been doing so good either. Property taxes were always going up as Ponyville got to be a popular place to live, and construction ponies were always looking for an excuse to put just a little bit of pressure on Applejack’s family to give up just a little bit more of their land. Her business just happens to accidentally get just a little bit worse for just one season, and the builders profit good from that.
That sort of thing adds up fast, and it’d been adding up for longer than she’d been born. Applejack weathered it like the mare she was born to be, but even Braeburn had departed for greener pastures now. Tell the truth, he departed for brown, dry, cracked pastures, to avoid fighting with the mess that was a burgeoning Ponyville. It was such a crying shame, taking all this wonderful fertile farming land, and just covering it up with houses. But that’s what ponies wanted. They’d regret it when they started running out of food, but until then Applejack had to fight tirelessly.
So to put it plain and simple, Applejack couldn’t get pregnant. She was one of the two heavy buckers in the family, and she didn’t know if the foal would be safe while she was bucking apples. She really didn’t know much about pregnancy in general. With only Granny to rely on growing up, Applejack hadn’t had a very well informed transformation from a filly into a mare. And now it was happening to Apple Bloom too, but... well, Apple Bloom was smart, so she could do what Applejack couldn’t. She was like Twilight, all good with book learning and stuff, and... Applejack was not.
Applejack wasn’t confident then when she walked into that library, but she was cautiously hopeful. She knew she weren’t smart enough to make good decisions, especially not with estrus dragging her by the tail, and Soarin with his unquenchable affection for her, always in the shadows so nopony knew she was siring a pegasus’s foals. So she turned to the ponies who were smart enough. Her sister was just a lil’ filly, but Apple Bloom already knew way more than Applejack could ever learn. And the pony who taught it to her, the pony who Applejack felt a deep respect and admiration for more than any other pony in Ponyville...
Well, Twilight might have some ideas, what Applejack should do about her little estrus problem. And foaling. Applejack wanted to foal, but there was so little she knew about it. By the time she hit estrus, little Apple Bloom was born, and... the ones who were to teach Applejack the ways of being a mare were gone. That was more chilling now than just losing her folks, because now Applejack was pregnant herself! She didn’t want to be another statistic like that. She didn’t want Apple Bloom to suffer like that, to lose your closest kin on the cusp of your marehood. Applejack would do anything she could to save poor Apple Bloom from going through something like... like what she went through.
At least Apple Bloom would have Big Mac to rely on. When he wasn’t off shacking up with his schoolmare filly friend, to avoid giving Applejack an even bigger estrus problem, that is. But it would be pretty... pretty bad, if Applejack couldn’t... couldn’t foal right, like ma.
So Applejack walked in and found her friend, shelving as usual. “Twilight, I—” she said, hastily interrupted when Twilight spun around and said,
“Applejack! So nice to see you!” The way Twilight spoke so quickly, it was clear Twilight thought she was lying about saying that, but Twilight really was genuinely happy to see Applejack, just didn’t want to admit it to herself, what with all the cold shoulders Applejack had given her lately. “Are you here for the Farmer’s Almanac? They have a new edition this year.”
“No ah...” Applejack winced at the prospect of trying to deal with that heavy tome. The only reason she could do anything with it was she practically had the words memorized already, and could just look at it to remind her about seeding and rows and such.
“Twilight,” Applejack said with a lump in her throat. “Ah really really need your help.”
Apple Bloom was having such a pleasant dream. It wasn’t a dream really even, just a pleasant warmth in the depths of slumber. She felt so slidey and full and... stuff, and somepony was pushing against her. As she came back to the waking world, she started to realize that the slidey feeling was a penis in her cunny, and remembered just who she was sleeping with. Her heart swelled, and she let her eyes part open to see Dinky hunched over her, holding her hips in his hooves and just gently fucking her.
“Ah was sleepin’ Dinks,” she said teasingly in the quiet. He stopped and blushed, like the colt caught with his hoof in the cookie jar. Yeah Apple Bloom was definitely the cookie jar. Nothing wrong at all with that metaphor.
“S-sorry you just looked so and um...” he started thrusting again in shallow rocking motions. “W-wanted to see if I could... get into you while... you were sleeping.”
“No need to pologize Dinky,” she said, enraptured with his motions above her. She felt so lazy, but so right, made perfect by his colty movements, and his colty shaft, ready to paint her insides with his seed. “Best way t’wake up ever...” she murmured, “Just gonna do it in me, huh?”
“Nnh... mmhm...” Dinky said tensely, hitching his hips against hers shakily. She just lay there in repose, and stretched out a leg luxuriously, letting this unicorn work her over and make her insides awaken before the rest of her did.
“Ah’m just sleepin’” she teased, covering her eyes with a hoof letting her face smile. “Ain’t even wakin’ up. Just all sleepin’ here, not even knowin’ you’re doin’ it in me.”
His thrusting sped up, and her grin widened. “Gosh I’ll be so surprised,” she whispered to the horny unicorn who was taking her so eagerly. “Y-you’ll be jerking an’ squirtin’, and I’ll wake up and—oh gosh Dinky~” He was giving anxious grunts now, his odd affection for her sleeping form just accentuated by the thought of that. Maybe it was a colt thing, to sneakily fill fillies up in the night? Ain’t no way Apple Bloom could stay asleep feeling like this though. Her hooves drifted from her face, and her eyes were half lidded, her breath huffing in her throat. She pushed those butter yellow hooves against Dinky’s heaving lavender chest. He was doing it to her. She was feeling~ it.
“Feel it goin’ insidea me,” she said huskily. “Wake up, ‘an you’ll be putting your foals in me. You’ll be makin’ me a pregnant mare~”
“You don’t—know...” Dinky whimpered quietly humping hard against her. “Making you—foals and you don’t... I’ll do it to you...”
Her breathing deepened and grew ragged as the orgasm took her, and Apple Bloom the simple, bowless filly, in her own bed, she just started quaking under Dinky, her insides grabbing at his eager penis that blew her mind. She was safe—she was safe in bed. Her own bed, in her own room. Everything was safe and wonderful, and so familiar to her. She knew the smooth feel of her sheets, but she never thought she’d be sharing them with a colt. She never thought he’d l-love her enough to to squirt all in her, and she’d be feeling it here, here in Apple Bloom’s own bedroom.
Her orgasm made him do it. She made him do it. Those squeezes wore out any resistence he had, and made the seed pool inside him, demanding release. He just started ejaculating, and a hoarse cry came quietly from the unicorn’s throat as he needed needed to push his penis deep inside her. Apple Bloom got to see Dinky’s every instinct driving him to fill her up with foal. When he orgasmed, his thrusts stopped and Apple Bloom’s whole experience was focused on that hot, quiet ejaculation inside her. The almost gentle jerking of his penis, and then hot wet pulses blooming within her. Apple Bloom cooed out Dinky’s name, as he stayed inside her that morning, jerking, jerking, pulsing out seed within her.
Apple Bloom had to blush in worry as she couldn’t contain him, and he kept jerking in her even while it was drooling out around him. He didn’t stop—he held her tight, doing her. She tried to tilt her hips up, to keep his trickling semen on her belly for the most part. She knew it was leaking down her smooth groin though, her smooth groin just full of Dinky and seed, and making her sheets all messy. Apple Bloom honestly couldn’t care though. She woke up to this happening.
Meanwhile, Rainbow Dash was feeling awesome.
Scootaloo couldn’t quite explain just how awesome she felt. That magical first time they mated was one that Dash hadn’t repeated, until some days later when Scootaloo had a moment alone and Rainbow Dash tracked him down, alighting in front of him just looking alive with satisfaction and desire. She felt better than Sweetie Belle, that second time. Better than anypony for that metter. That wasn’t... entirely a good thing, for Scootaloo. See, Scootaloo loved being able to make Sweetie squeal, and how much he could take her over with lust, before his own made him fill her up with seed.
But with Rainbow Dash, this second time at least, Scootaloo couldn’t even remember which of them squealed. He remembered her so gracefully landing there before him, and saying some off color joke about how she was having a really good week, Scootaloo just couldn’t stop thinking about penetrating her even just seeing her, his fond memories of the feel of the beautiful mare’s insides totally taking over his attention. Rainbow noticed Scootaloo was thickly erect and trembling, and she murmured something about how hungry she was for his dick again, then just shot forward and kissed him hungrily, and even stuck her tongue in!
Scootaloo couldn’t protest. He couldn’t do anything that wouldn’t end up with him fucking her. He couldn’t stop smelling her, couldn’t even think clearly. It was like, like super estrus or something. Rainbow Dash was just so amazing that when she presented for him in a mindless lust, Scootaloo actually somehow managed to climb her rump, and hang on there just to get his penis inside. He did whatever he could to thrust in there. He even fell out of her he was so eager, literally falling to the ground aching for the oven hot insides of that stunt mare. As soon as he did, Dash was rising into the air,, then alighting on his pelvis, using her hoof to angle his needy shaft away from his body as she moved her blushing vulva to it and slid herself on him. Scootoaloo just watched himself getting penetrated by that mare, needing to know beyond a doubt that he was in her, and ready to fill her. He only looked away once her hoof left from bracing against him, and her vagina alone was enough to hold him, and align him so he could arch up desperately to thrust into her insatiable depths.
He stopped looking at that incredible thing happening between their groins, because Dash removed her hoof when her vagina plunged down around him, and her hoof slammed into the dirt next to his head. They weren’t even doing it anywhere special. It was just... the road, or something. Right where they met. Scootaloo had been... going... somewhere, and the earth was unpleasantly rough against his wings, but he couldn’t care about anything other than Rainbow Dash and ejaculating into her vagina. When her hoof planted next to him and she started to piston herself on top of him Scootaloo looked up to her hunching over him like an angel of femininity, and he just had to stare at her eyes. Rainbow had a hunger in her eyes, an unquenchable fire that made her stare back at him intensely and gave him just tingles all over. He was already— he tried not to—he squirted—just a little! It was in his penis! He was going to squirt so hard!
With a heavy grunt, Rainbow slammed her hips down on his, as Scootaloo ejaculated again and again into that wet oven. He cried out in urgent need as his penis made him do it, feeling like he was falling into his lover, mentor and idol, even though she was above him. Her majestic wings, her tense body, her forceful need to shove him in her, and take every drop of his seed. Scootaloo gave it all to her!
There was a quiet, hot panting afterwards, no words exchanged. Scootaloo didn’t know what to think. They barely talked and then just—just did it, like animals! He felt like an animal at least. Pinned down before the larger mare, subject to her whim and whimsy. He gazed up at her adoringly and... actually her wings were looking kind of raggedy. And she had a confused expression on her face, not a pleasured one. “Well, uh, that was great, squirt,” she said in an appeasing tone, with a really awkward smile, heaving up to fly into the air leaving his penis feeling... cold in the air. “Yeah I’ll... talk to you sometime later maybe,” Dash said unflatteringly. “I guess the other stallions are just better. Nice attempt at least?”
“Dash?” Scootaloo asked his surprisingly harried looking hero. “Are you okay?”
“I’m awesome!” Rainbow said confidently, pumping her hoof. “I have never felt better! This thing is totally awesome, and everything is super great!” She twitched jerkily, then glanced quickly at the sky then saying, “I–I–I gotta, look kid, you have a good day. I gotta uh... go find some more ponies, and really get myself good again!”
Scootaloo gave her a hurt look and said, “I w-wasn’t good at it this time?”
And Dash gave him the most fake smile ever. Scootaloo’s ears went down as she told him, “You were... great, squirt. Just great. Now I gotta jet, so I can find some more stallions to do it with, or maybe mares or whatever.” Then she just blasted off into the sky before he could say anything, heading straight for a male pegasi up there working on some clouds. She was too far away to hear, but Scootaloo had keen enough eyes to see him mount Rainbow Dash on that cloud before she even brushed her tail under his nose. Scootaloo just sat there in a confused daze, watching that distant, dark gray stallion hammering his idol like there was no tomorrow.
Rainbow Dash felt way better than even Sweetie Belle, but Scootaloo was so confused, because his penis felt so good, so spent, yet he still felt like he wanted to cry. Sweetie was very understanding though. She didn’t make Scootaloo fuck her, even if he could have after ejaculating that much into Rainbow Dash. She just comforted him and nibbled at his ears, and well... told him he did fine, and it must just be something about Rainbow Dash, not him.
“She was... different this time,” Scootaloo said later, uncertainly, to his candy white unicorn friend. “It was incredible but... different. She just... wanted all sorts of... colt stuff now, I guess? But she said she was doing mares too, I–I think. But she usually does mares, so I guess that’s normal?”
He knocked his head with a hoof trying to shake the fuzziness out of it. “All I remember is j-just the fucking. I think we said something together first? But then we were just... I was just humping her. I started squirting so early, it was kind of... scary?”
Sweetie’s soft curls framed her serious frown as she regarded the frazzled looking Scootaloo. “Maybe you should take a break from her for a while?” Sweetie suggested. “Maybe Rainbow Dash just is too much for you right now, until you get bigger.”
“Boy is she too much,” Scootaloo agreed passionately, shaking his head. “I dunno what even was that. I hope you never get that bad, Sweetie.”
“I’ll always like your penis,” Sweetie said plainly to him with a pleased smile. “But I will try not to just jump on you whenever it’s ready. It’s weird though, if she wanted you so bad, why didn’t she like when you did it?”
Scootaloo stopped fiddling with his hooves on the grass and turned to his friend. “How do you mean, Sweetie?” Scootaloo asked.
“When I did estrus I really wanted to j-jump on you, like she did,” Sweetie admitted. “It got really bad I mean, at first. But when we did it, it was just what I needed. I wanted it because it felt good when you did it. I mean, if she wanted it, why did Rainbow Dash get so... disappointed in the end?”
“Because I’m not a big strong stallion yet?” Scootaloo suggested disgruntledly. “That’s who fucked her after, is a big stallion.”
“But then, why did she get so excited about you in the first place?” Sweetie asked persistently. “It’d be like me getting excited about a... um... an essay question on the test. If I don’t even like getting it, I wouldn’t get excited before it happened. That’s how a filly feels, I think? I mean, maybe it’s just me?”
“I dunno,” Scootaloo said thoughtfully. “Just was a crazy experience. Everything with Dash is totally crazy anyway. She just never gives up until she’s gone the whole way, and then some.”
“Gosh,” Sweetie said teasingly, “Sounds almost like you almost said something bad about Rainbow Dash.”
“No, that’s why I like her!” Scootaloo protested, sticking his hooves up to frame the sky. “She’s such an adrenalin rush.”
“So, you liked what happened between you two?” Sweetie poised, in a less than convinced tone.
“I dunno, Sweetie...” was all Scootaloo could think to answer.
Sweetie Belle wasn’t sure what to think about Scootaloo’s predicament. She knew how filly places, and hers in particular, always made Scootaloo feel special, but he seemed so out of it trying to think of that time. She felt kind of... scared that he could be so into it like that with Rainbow Dash. Sweetie was just a filly, but she really liked, no needed to do it as long as her estrus lasted. She couldn’t even imagine if Scootaloo just... spent all his time with Rainbow Dash instead. What would Sweetie do then? She could get another colt, but... she remembered how Apple Bloom had been dissatisfied with sharing a colt, and Apple Bloom might not be willing to do so again. And really, how fun would it even be without Scootaloo doing it?
Sweetie had never considered that a colt might not have time for her, even though that’s just what Apple Bloom went through. If Sweetie and Rainbow Dash had to share Scootaloo Sweetie was worried she might get... pushed aside too. Just the way Scootaloo talked about that magical first time, and the beautiful wings that Sweetie could never display for him, she just felt sort of... inadequate. Worried.
Scootaloo had said he was okay with Rainbow Dash being with other colts and was happy enough to do her once, and that assuaged Sweetie’s anxieties somewhat. He assured her that if he ever had a hard time being shared among fillies that she would always be the one he stuck with, and it was true even for their good friend Apple Bloom, who was loads happier with another colt. Sweetie just couldn’t imagine she would be happy with another colt if that’s what it came down to, at least not until she got to know him better.
So here’s the thing that really threw her. Rainbow Dash came again and did the fucking thing with Scootaloo, and Scootaloo said it felt even better! It was obvious it felt better. He was wobbly on his hooves with a silly smile on his face when he buzzed up to tell Sweetie the great news. But the more he talked about it, the less insecure Sweetie felt. Rainbow Dash blew his mind, and jumped on him, and he climaxed right away humping into her which meant he really, really liked it. But it just made Sweetie feel special too.
It was like... Scootaloo cared more about the filly who could console him and lick his ears and listen to what he had to say, even if Sweetie wasn’t able to make his penis feel that good. The more he described it, the less pleasant it sounded too. Sweetie was certainly not a boy by any measure, and she couldn’t exactly judge a boy’s experience, but it just seemed to happen to him so fast. Sweetie knew that Scootaloo couldn’t feel orgasmy after he squirted, so she kind of thought maybe he could feel... too good?
That was it, that was why Sweetie felt better. Because she discovered that Scootaloo had a limit. Or a... “sweet spot” so to speak. He was limited in how good he could feel, because he would squirt sooner that way, and then he’d be stuck until the next time. And a big, strong mare like Rainbow Dash, well she blasted right past that limit, and Scootaloo was totally right in that it felt better, but when he was with Sweetie Belle he could feel better longer.
As his tongue left her heated petals, and he mounted up on her rump, Sweetie eagerly squeezed around him as his shaft barrelled into her. She remembered her feeling though, and as he continued to hump her, Sweetie Belle held back on her movements in there, trying to just stroke him gently, in teasing inner lick things. His anxious whimpering made her want to orgasm, just to make him feel better, but when she felt the flutters in her nethers she shouted, “Scootaloo, wait!”
Scootaloo didn’t wait of course, so Sweetie just lifted her hind legs, and braced them on his thighs, not really bucking him, but just pushing him back so his frantic thrusting slopped out of her and he was gesticulating into empty air.
“What the heck, Sweetie?” he said as she dropped to fours, turning to face him. “I was so freaking close!”
“I want to lick you some,” Sweetie said heedlessly, lifting his penis in a hoof and sticking her head under his torso, in order to groom his most delightful of body parts.
“O-o-okay, Sweetie,” Scootaloo said eagerly, humping the air as her tongue slid on his. This made it lots easier than doing it with her vagina. Sweetie could suckle and lip him with such precise pleasure, just as his penis started twitching, she’d leave him dangling there, yelping as he tried to slap his belly, but Sweetie was holding him away. Only her tongue could do it.
“Sweetie, please!” Scootaloo said in an agonized tone. “I need to squirt! I can’t... you’re licking me wrong!”
“I’m just trying something out,” Sweetie said snippily. She pulled back from his needy groin, and swung around, flipping her tail up. “Try putting it in me ag—ain—” she said, not even finishing her sentence before Scootaloo was on her back and slapping her vulva with his hot phallus.
Sweetie felt him sink into her, and he was just thrusting immediately, hot breathing above her as he held her and did her so urgently. She didn’t tease him now. She encouraged him to climax as best she could. She felt the rising tingles in herself as her living insides caressed and constricted around his invading member. Making him squirt was also how to make Sweetie do her own version of orgasm too, experiencing the rising tingles even as she provoked his member into releasing its seed.
“You have to!” Sweetie cried passionately. “You have to squirt! You feel so good!” She wanted to tell him, that it wasn’t that she felt so good. Sweetie had discovered how to make him feel so good, not that he felt better inside her. Scootaloo always felt incredible inside her, and Sweetie gladly stretched around his shaft as he slid it in and out.
“Swe...Sweetie! Sweetie!! OH” was what Scootaloo said before jerking against her, then jerking inside her. The pulses of semen set Sweetie on overdrive, her eyes sliding half closed as she moaned into his ejaculation. He was pushing her forward so intently she had to brace her forelimbs to stop from sliding forward as he shoved against her bottom with every hot squirt in there.
Sweetie waited until he was done, and then turned to look over her shoulder. Scootaloo had a really dazed look on his face, like he wasn’t used to doing this or something. “How was that?” Sweetie said with a teasing smile. Scootaloo focused on her, looking at her with startled eyes, and then his face broke into that same silly sloppy grin she’d seen come from his time with Rainbow Dash.
“That was sooooomething Sweetie,” he said drunkenly, hugging her bottom in his hooves. He wasn’t even climbing off her, just pulling her butt into his lap and hugging her back there all grabbily. “So... fulla me...” he murmured into her tail.
"You're silly Scootaloo," Sweetie giggled, wiggling her tail against his nose. She didn't mind at all, and he knew it.
They were laying together on the southern green staring up at the clouds, and Sweetie leaned over and said to Scootaloo, "That was pretty crazy, huh?"
Scootaloo blushed at that saying, "Heh, yeah. Why were you even doing that? You know how crazy I get when I get really worked up."
"It's because I thought of a way to make you feel better," Sweetie offered practically, "After I heard what you did with Rainbow Dash." Just the name made Scootaloo's ears tilt down, so Sweetie added, "I think I know what you were doing wrong, so maybe you can fix it with her!"
"Really, Sweetie?" Scootaloo asked giving her a skeptical look. "All you did was like... hold out on me. It was driving me up the wall! You want me to do that to Rainbow Dash?”
“I wanted to see if it was better doing it more slowly,” Sweetie countered easily. “Sure it was making you crazy and humpy and stuff, but it felt better when you did get to do it.”
“It... yeah I was freaking dizzy after that. Sorta like... huh. Yeah, kinda like Rainbow Dash. But she did it... it happened so fast!”
“I don’t mind if you go fast,” Sweetie said thoughtfully. “But maybe not too fast. Remember your sliding is what I need to do that orgasm thing. Well, or your licking. Did you lick Rainbow Dash after?”
“N-no, I didn’t...” Scootaloo said in dismayed revelation. “Oh man, I didn’t even lick her I just squirted and she just flew off. I am such an idiot!”
“Yeah, maybe you should have...” Sweetie admitted, wiggling her happy thighs together. “But I was more thinking about you. When I made you go really slowly like that, I mean I could only feel how much you were doing it, but I think that means you felt better than when you went fast.”
“Yeah it... sorta really did, Sweetie. When I got to do it, I mean. I was so worked up!”
“That’s why you felt bad after Rainbow Dash that one time then,” Sweetie pontificated conclusively. “You needed it to go slower, and so even though you squirted it didn’t feel as good.”
“That’s... huh, I guess...” Scootaloo said, regarding his crotch warily. “But I squirt either way, so it shouldn’t matter right? It’s only you who might need extra time after I finish.”
“But when I orgasm before you finish, I can still do it,” Sweetie suggested. “And when you make me orgasm twice that feels even better. It’s different for you. Your squirting thing is the most important... thing you can do, and once you did it you can’t orgasm again until your penis fills up again.”
“You make it sound like I’m a storage tank, Sweetie,” Scootaloo said teasingly. Then blushed and said, “I–I guess I kinda am, but—”
“You have a storage tank,” Sweetie said. “To fill up with your seed, to put in fillies. And it’s very important to your orgasm.”
“I follow you so far, Sweetie, but what does this have to do with emptying it—I mean—emptying me slow or fast?”
“You have to save it Scootaloo. You don’t just feel good emptying it, but all that time before too. Your body is getting ready to feel incredible, but you could still squirt before it gets there. Then it’s too late!”
“Oh, so...”
“Yeah, I think the longer you take, the higher good um... feeling you’ll be when you finally do squirt out seed, so if you do it too fast, you might not feel as good about it.”
“You are so right Sweetie,” Scootaloo said emphatically. “I never thought about it that way. How’d I even get a smart friend like you?”
“Hey I might be smart,” Sweetie said a bit jaded, “But you were smart enough not to talk about your IUD—I mean—my IUD with ponies. I don’t even know if Rarity will ever even look at me again! She’s so sad now, and it’s my fault...”
“It’s not your fault, Sweetie. It’s just Rarity being Rarity. But me, I squirted in Dash so fast I’d be surprised if she ever even bothers to talk to me again!”
Sweetie flumped back on the grass saying, “Mares are so confusing...”
Scootaloo flumped back next to her, agreeing in sound and spirit.
“Why didn’t you ever go slower before?” Sweetie Belle asked him.
“Dunno,” was his answer. “When I go inside you, I start feeling like I just have to finish. I want you full so bad, it’s hard to think about anything else.”
“You remember when we first started?” Sweetie asked with a silly smile. “All you wanted to do was twitch in there, and you were upset that stuff came out.”
“I know, weird huh?” Scootaloo replied. “Now I try to make it come out as much as I can. It just feels really good when I know it’s going into you.”
“Making me pregnant~ huh,” Sweetie teased, outstretching a hoof. Scootaloo laughed and batted a hoof at hers. “Feels really good for me to know it’s happening inside me too,” Sweetie admitted, “But I’m still wondering why you would want to go so fast, if it feels better when you go slower.”
“Dunno...” Scootaloo said wistfully.
“I wonder if we could ask Miss Twilight about it, at our next Twilight Time,” Sweetie Belle suggested.
“I think we’re just reading about history next week,” Scootaloo replied, “Not any of this estrus stuff.”
“Maybe we can ask her after?” Sweetie suggested.
“You do that, Sweetie,” Scootaloo said, laying back and looking at the sky. “I gotta go to the skate park though. Whiplash wants to show me her new flip turn.”
“Sounds like a plan!” Sweetie chirped. “Have a fun time at that skating park!”
“I always do,” Scootaloo said with a satisfied smile.
“Yes, Sweetie?”
“Um, I just wanted to ask you something,” Sweetie Belle said to Twilight Sparkle, after the rest of the assortment of foals (mostly from the orphanage) had filed out of the library. The stuff they studied about Equestrian history back when the princess Celestia was making night time reforms was fascinating, and very relevant, but Sweetie had another question in mind.
“Sure thing, Sweetie,” Twilight said pleasantly, levitating another history book to return to the shelf.
“Why do colts finish so fast?”
Twilight suppressed a snort as the book dropped a foot before her magic caught it again. “Why do you say that, Sweetie?” she asked in amusement.
Sweetie couldn’t help but feel a bit snubbed at that reaction. “Well,” she said proudly, “It just so happens that I can finish faster than Scootaloo does,” and Twilight’s mighty attempt not to laugh succeeded, so Sweetie continued. “But when I finish, I can go again. When he finishes, he’s done. He can’t go anymore until he has more um... boy stuff in him. So why does he try to finish so fast?”
“That’s... actually a good question,” Twilight said thoughtfully.
“We um...” Sweetie blushed, “We tried not... finishing fast and he really liked it. But he’s always really... going really fast, and trying hard to finish. So I was wondering why he doesn’t um... naturally go slower?”
“I’m not entirely sure, Sweetie,” Twilight said, shelving her last book and taking a few steps in the direction of the adult reading section. “I’m sure we can look it up though. Why don’t you follow me, and let’s see what we can find.”
“Wow, Twilight,” Sweetie said in awe. “That’s—” Right about then a certain scatterbrained pegasus crashed through the library door, failing to open it properly and instead tumbling forward in a heap, making the bookshelves rattle but a quick application of Twilight’s magic kept any of the books fall out.
Twilight closed the book they had been reading, that had held a very fascinating and accurate answer, then sighed, as the pegasus popped up from the ground without a scratch and said, “Oh hey, Twilight! Fancy meeting you here!” Looking her in the—trying to look her in the eye, Twilight answered evenly,
“Hello, Derpy.”
“That’s me!” the bubbly grey pegasus mare said with a happy smile on her face. Sweetie Belle clustered shyly around Twilight’s legs at the boisterous pegasus. Sweetie’d heard of Derpy—everyone in town had really, but she’d heard it directly from Apple Bloom, from Derpy’s son Dinky. Not bad things, but certainly not good things.
“You really should get a better nickname than Derpy,” Twilight told the mare honestly.
“But I am!” Derpy responded earnestly.
“You are...?” Twilight fiddled with a hoof on the ground as though calculating. “Yes, of course. So what brings you to the Ponyville public library? Looking to check out a book?”
“Oh, no I’m afraid not,” Derpy said shaking her head sadly. “They’re gonna have to stay just lonely better swords now.”
Lonely better... Sweetie Belle sounded out confusedly. Above her the lilac librarian then asked, “Well, are you here for some other reason then?”
“Yep!” Derpy answered, swishing her tail jauntily.
A moment passed, and Twilight grimaced again. “What brings you to the Ponyville Public Library?” she repeated, without qualifying herself.
“Oh! Rainbow Dash,” Derpy explained. “I wanted to know if her fizzy soda was cherry flavored.”
Sweetie again mouthed out those words confusedly, and Twilight looked like she was calculating hard. “Fizzy pop, but cherry,” Twilight mumbled, “Cherry pop, ah, right. Yes. Rainbow Dash is not a virgin. She and Cloud Chaser have had an off and on for quite a while now, not sure about any others.”
“No, I meant fizzy,” Derpy insisted. “You know, like it bubbles out and the depth gauge?”
“Er... depth... bubbles... pressure released, oh,” Twilight shook her head confusedly. “I don’t think Rainbow would ever go near a stallion honestly. Imagine what that could do to her racing career, since she doesn’t seem to get that you have to use birth control?”
“What?!” Sweetie squeaked, backing up to look at Twilight fearfully. Twilight looked at Sweetie in surprise, and Sweetie clairifed with asking, “Rainbow Dash doesn’t use birth control?!”
“She has, but she seems to think an IUD isn’t necessary if she only has relationships with fillies,” Twilight explained. “You see Sweetie, sometimes fillies can love each other just like colts can oh wait you ate out Apple Bloom, never mind. Next item. Why in the world and beyond would you care if Rainbow Dash used birth control? Did she approach you? Because as you well know, fillies cannot become pregnant without a..."
Twilight stared forward like a war veteran, saying, “Oh... no.”